Alice Jones arrived at the swanky club to meet her husband, Colin, for dinner. He had planned a special dinner for the two of them at the private downtown club known for its fine dining. But his work ran late, so Alice had to go on her own and he would meet her as soon as he could. She knew this would be a special evening because he left her instructions on exactly how to prepare and what to wear. One of those directions was to leave the panties at home and wear the crotchless pantyhose! The slinky red dress was one of his favorites and her hair was worn long and flowing, just like he liked it. She’d been more than a little excited all evening thinking about screwing her husband after a romantic dinner and a couple of drinks. Did “screwing” and “romantic” belong in the same thought? She decided it did.

The maitre d greeted her upon arrival and asked if she was Mrs. Jones. She was led to a curtained booth, and her favorite drink arrived without even ordering. Very fancy stuff, this! Colin must have planned everything for the night. She looked around the room and found the dark paneling and heavy draperies lovely. There was an air of richness and age that permeated the room. The restaurant served several other couples and some businessmen, and a rather handsome man stood alone at the bar. He had glanced her direction often enough to make her sit up straight and try to look sexy – you know, suck your tummy in, rest a hand elegantly on the table and let just the hint of a smile play at your face. It is always nice to be noticed.

Surprisingly, the single gentleman approached the table and asked if she was Alice Jones. She responded that she was and asked his name. Without being invited he joined her in the booth and stated that his name was Philip, a friend of her husband’s, and he had been asked to join her as Colin was running late. He had a note from Colin, which he handed to Alice.

She opened it to read: “Dear Alice, on several occasions you have fantasized about a group sex romp. I have arranged for this man to take you to that fantasy. Have the night of your dreams and don’t worry about me. I will see you tomorrow, and look forward to hearing about your wildest dreams cumming true.” It was signed, “Your loving Husband.”

She was no longer concerned with looking sexy, she knew her mouth had dropped open, and her hands had gotten a little clammy. Her husband didn’t do things like this! He was staid, straight-laced and a little uptight about sex! But it was definitely his handwriting. What was going on? Philip chuckled at her discomfiture, but reached a hand across the table to her. “Would you like to come upstairs with me?” he asked.

She thought that a lady would retreat quickly, and if the note had been type written she probably would have. But after only a momentary hesitation she stood and nodded her head, hoping that no one noticed she was a little shaky. Philip escorted her by the arm to an elevator that opened only when he inserted a special key. He ushered her in and once the doors closed, Alice felt like she was leaving reality.

“Your husband has planned a special night for you,” Philip started to explain as he moved closer to her. “He has told us that you have talked about enjoying what is inelegantly called a ‘gang-bang.’ My friends and I have put together a small club to provide this service to women