I had a very interesting experience recently so I thought I’d tell you all about it. I had been invited to stay with some friends of mine who have a large house in the countryside and are famous for their weekend parties. Sarah and I had been at university together and had shared a succession of flats and men amongst other things. Of course we’re now both respectable, professional women, but we both still have our naughty side I’m pleased to say. Her husband James had inherited their house from his father a few years ago and with its many bedrooms and long, dark corridors, it made the ideal venue for getting up to all sorts of naughty goings on.

I was the first guest to arrive on that Saturday afternoon. Sarah had asked me to come early so that she and I could have a chat and catch up with each others news before the rest of the guests arrived. She greeted me in the large hallway with a kiss and hug and showed me to my room, telling me about some of my fellow guests as she helped me to unpack. As usual they had invited a good mixture of people, both couples and single people, most of whom I hadn’t met before. Sarah was already dressed for dinner and stayed with me in my room so that we could carry on chatting whilst I changed. She produced a bottle of wine and two glasses and as I put on my make up, tied up my red hair and slipped into my long, slinky dress, we drank our wine and gossiped. We were just giggling over a rather racy novel that I had brought for her to borrow when James interrupted us to announce that the other guests had started to arrive.

By 7pm everyone had arrived and had settled in and we were all getting acquainted over cocktails. After a while we moved through to the dining room for what proved to be a very lively dinner. As usual the food was excellent and the wine flowed freely. Sarah was entertaining everyone with tales of some of the more salacious exploits from our shared past much to her husband’s amusement and my occasional embarrassment. Fortunately everyone seemed to be fairly broad minded and we were soon swapping tales, with some serious competition as to who had the naughtiest story to tell. Dinner over, we moved to the large, squashy sofas in the drawing room, chatting and having a very relaxing evening.

Just before midnight the party began to wind down and I decided to make my way upstairs to my room. Sarah walked up the wide staircase with me and we kissed good night at my door, agreeing that it had been a very enjoyable evening. I opened the door and walked into my bedroom, made my way towards the bed and switched on the bedside lamp. As I walked back across the room to shut the door I noticed a piece of paper on the floor. Bending down to pick it up, I discovered that it was a note addressed to me. Assuming that it must have been pushed under the door earlier that night, I unfolded the piece of paper. ‘If you fancy some fun later, leave your door unlocked,’ read the unsigned note. Very interesting……. Now I had a dilemma - just how much fun was on offer - and with whom? There was only one way to find out, so, leaving my door unlocked, I undressed and slid under the cotton sheets, turned off the lamp and waited.