Later that night after son asleep in bed. I put on a pair of my favourite panties. A light green pair in this new fabric I have found made from Nylon and Elastane. So smooth, feels like rubbing a silicone ball. Wifey was away for the next couple of days and so I had put on a little black stretchy dress over the top and was in my office looking at porn and rubbing my cock idly through the fabrics. My phone beeped.

“Hi J. Thanks for listening today. Was nice to have someone to talk to for a change. Here is the invite Let me know whta you think. If you have changed your mind that's ok. I realise it may have been a bit odd. Was just a thought. Anyway. Thanks again Hugs K”

I wanted to reply straight away, she seemed uncertain and feeling low and I didn't want her to think I had changed my mind. Far from it I hadn't thought about much else all day.

“That's ok you seemed to need someone to talk to and I am happy to listen. No I haven't changed my mind, it would be nice to get away from the house for a while to be honest. Ill have a look at the invite and get back to you hugs J"

I thought about hugs and what that might mean as I opened the image of the invite. “Bring your boys and bring your toys” was across the top in garish colours and spiky lettering. The whole invite was a chaos of colours and images. Sparkles, stars, wine glasses tipping over. In the corner was an image of a whip. It could have been a tail really but to my kinky eye it looked like a whip. Down the bottom a pair of fluffy handcuffs. Then as I got my eye in other images appeared. They could have been innocent, but the more I looked the more I saw and I think that the amages were there on purpose. Looking dual meanig but looked at together as a whole, it was apparent to me that it was an invite to a swingers party. As I was thinking about the subvet sexual nature of the invite and wondering how K couldn't see it my phone beeped again.

“Thanks, seems like you might need someone to talk to as well. Glad you haven't changed your mind. Anyway look forward to your thouhts on the invite. I don't get it”

Again I wondered how innocent she must be (or want me to think she was) not to see something in the invite. I mean it looked like there was a glory hole on it! True you could choose to see it as a pattern in the wood of a fence in the background, but draw a cock on it poking throug the hole and it was a glory hole. (haha wasn't any hole if you thougth about it)

Beep. “Sorry I just realised that you may be in the middle of something. It is 9 oclock on a school night and you have a life, wife and things. If I am interupting you can get back to me tomorrow. Hugs K"

Hugs again. “No you're not interupting, son well asleep wife away til tomorrow, so I'm just home alone and messing about”

AS I sent it, damn, messing about! What would she think that meant? I know what it meant. Watching porn and having a wank. (possibly, eventually, maybe) quick text to distract her. “The invite is intriguing. How well do you know your friend”

“Oh E? about 8 years i spose. She is sometimes at soccer. Why do you ask? And what is messing about? Do you have a Man-Cave? hahaha”

Bugger, not easily distracted then. What to address first. E, the invite, messing about, Man-Cave? I began to realise that here I am crossdressed, loooking at porn and texting with a woman I have been perving at for months. Not only that, she knew and seemed to appreciate the attention. Where was this going to go and where did I want it to go? It was true that in recent times wifey had said that maybe I should outsource my anal desires and look to get my anal fix from outside our marriage. She liked my crossdressing and likes to see me in panties and a skirt. And whilst I havent exposed my kink to our son as he is too young and I just am not ready for anyone in our family to know about my kinks, (I had told a couple of female friends in confidence about wearing womens panties) I couldn't wear anthing around the house when he was around. Better reply before she thinks about it too much more.

“Yes I have a man cave of sorts, in my office. It is just my own space you know. Messing about, y'know, just time to myself no responsibility. About E, well the invite seems to be to a sort of swingers party. Not sure, still reading it and making sense..”

My description of messing about was weak and I thinkk left me open to further questions but all this texting was getting fast and I could think beyond K's arse in leggings, her taking me to a swingers party and not knowing what that was probably. Distract, distract, distract.

“What about you? what are you up to tonight? apart from waiting for me to work out this invite that is”

What else could I say about the invite? It was covered in sexual inuendoes. Bring your toys! I mean come on, surely she could see the sex written all over it.

beep. “Id like to see your man-cave sometime and see what you mess about with. It's nice to have your own space I think. I'm not sure women have a man-cave equivalent. Me tonight, Hubby is on a fishing trip. I am also home alone, son asleep. So sitting in bed. Texting you and now wondering what a swingers party in and why E would invite me to one. Sounds like sex”

Well If I had her in my Man-Cave right now that would end in sex that's for sure.

“Prob not a good time for you to see my space tonight but maybe another time. Surely you know what a swingers party is? What is your relationship with E like? how close are you?”

Did that sound condescending? maybe not. Text is hard to read sometimes.

My phone rang. I looked at the screen. It was a number I didn't recognise so wasn't wifey. I realised that it had to be K. I hdn't put her number in my phone so her name wouldn't come up of course. Do I answer it? Would my voice wake our son? have I waited too long and what would she think if I didn't answer it. Answer the bloody phone.

“Hello?”

Hi, J. I thought, it's silly to be texting when we can probably just talk on the phone. Can you talk? I mean we have been texting but will you wake your son?"

“No I can talk. He's well asleep and won't stir until the morning.”

“Great. So this invite? Sounds weird. You said intriguing. So swingers are what exactly? I mean I think I might have an idea but honestly I've never been in that space or anything I think so I dunno really”

“”Um, Well swingers are couples who sort of have a type of open relationship and get together and swap partners."

“What like, swap, swap? for sex?”

“yeah, usually. So couples might swing with only one other couple or with groups or at parties. Like what I think E has invited us to. You to. sorry” my voice ran down as I heard what I was saying. I am explaining to this gorgeous woman what swingers do and including us a couple in that conversation.

“Wow, I mean E? really? You asked earlier what kind of relationship we had. I suppose I should tell you that we kissed once at a party. Now that I think about it I have to wonder if she was testing me to see what I would do. I mean I didn't see people having sex but everyone was really friendly. It was more than a kiss I suppose. More of a grope and kiss, hmmmm…”

“Sounds like you enjoyed it. E have I met her?”

“What? oh what was not to like? She's very pretty. You'd know her if you saw her, not sure if you've met, met. I mean we all hang about at soccer and it's hard to know who is who and we are all thrown together because our kids play the same sport. She is short with big boobs. sorry can I say that? Anyway it's true and descriptive. She wears long boots all the time and a big red coat that comes down to her knees.”

“Yeah I know what you mean. Our kids hang out and we stand on the sidelines like lost sheep making small talk”

“and perving at bums…” she interupted.

“Well yes some of us notice the people around us and what they are wearing. Long boots and big boobs. I know who you are talking about.”

“Don't forget the big red coat.”

I thought about this woman in her long red coat. It was figure hugging in a lot of ways. “You know I have always wondered what she wears under that coat. Really it is so long and her boots so tall she could be naked underneath. really she could.”

K laughed, “I'll tell her you said that. I don't think I woud have the guts to wear nothing under a coat no matter how big it was. Anyway, that's E. Oh I just thought of something. I shouldn't have asked you to come to the party. I mean swingers, we're not a couple and I um you know…”

“Well to be fair you didn't know when you invited me and we are not sure it is a swingers party just may be a raunchy night at a friends house.” Even as I said it I knew that it was a swingers party and I really wanted to go. Not only that I wanted to go with K. I wanted to see her in a sexual setting. Hell I wanted to see her naked. That arse, oh my god!

“yeah right! and my husband goes fishing because he likes the outdoors! He doesnt even eat fish when I cook it.” There was a pause as she seemed to think about what she had blurted out.

"Sorry I gotta go. Bye."