The Dinner Party

By Sadie Stern

'If you can’t enter through the front door, you can always try the back entrance.' Such a comment seems commonplace as Kellie and Laura trade sexual innuendo which takes them from a tense dinner party to Tanya’s bed. What could possibly go wrong as Sadie Stern describes a rich, kinky sexual encounter which is interrupted by those they least expect. The author, at her kinky best, writing as always in graphic detail.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Stern
• Release date: Jul 24, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005869441

Sadie Stern

I'm Sadie Stern and I write short stories and novellas which focus on BDSM, and LGBT themes. I became interested in BDSM in my late teens, with my first experience while I was at university. I write about strong lesbian women because they feature heavily in my life. I've been in the scene in a professional sense and I write freely about my experiences. Please note, all charcters in my books are 18 or over in appropriate situations within each story.You can find all my books and those of other writing colleagues at https://www.texshirebooks.com

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The Dinner Party

‘I’m sorry’, Laura Collins moved aside, pulling her shopping trolley away from where it was blocking the progress of an elderly woman trying to reach for a tin of chopped tomatoes. Laura was shopping and rather distracted. The weekend was coming and she was hosting a garden party. Such events always caused her to fluster, not that she didn’t enjoy them, but more the planning and preparation. This weekend in particular, her husband’s boss and his wife, were her guests, together with their eighteen-year-old daughter Vanessa. As a result, Laura felt under particular pressure to get everything right, make it perfect – for her husband’s sake, if not her own pride and personal reputation. Her own daughter Gemma would be there too, travelling from university with two friends. She was nineteen and was studying law.

Laura got through the checkout, she soon found her car and was loading in groceries, but the distraction was still there. A bag split as she lifted it from the trolley and its heavy contents spilled back inside. She stopped at this point and holding onto the car she leaned forward and closed her eyes. She knew deep down it wasn’t the event which bothered her, she knew she could handle that with her eyes closed. She wouldn’t let her husband Charles down. What did bother Laura was one of her guests. She’d met Charles’s boss Peter Harvey and his wife Kellie two weeks earlier. It was a company function. The usual interaction had taken place, but it was later in the ladies’ toilet Laura had first met the person who was troubling her now.

It was early on in the event, an award dinner. Charles, having met and even exceeded his goals was up for an award. Whether it was mere fortune, or planned that way, Laura had found herself on the same table as Peter and his wife. They had shared glances even then and Laura had since recalled how attractive Kellie Harvey was. Then, later, when Laura had excused herself and went to the toilet, mainly to freshen her makeup, she was soon followed by Kellie.

‘Hi, I’m Kellie.’ She leaned in and kissed Laura on the cheek. ‘I’m always nervous at these events, all those strange faces and being the boss’s wife, I sense I’m avoided.’ She released herself. ‘You won’t avoid me will you - it’s Laura, isn’t it?’ Laura sensed she already knew damned well it was.

‘I know the feeling, it’s not my thing either to be honest, but I have to put on a brave face and support Charles.’ Laura immediately regretted her comment - oh, my god, she’ll think I don’t want to be here! Then again, she didn’t, not really. Laura found herself staring at Kellie, it was an irrational thing for the wife of a successful husband and the mother of her only child, to do?

‘Don’t worry, I hate these events too, I have to go, I guess you feel the same sense of obligation, to be honest I’d prefer we both sneaked off to the bar and put the world straight!’ Laura felt reassured, then wondering if Charles would send out a search party, Laura smiled, washed her hands for a third time, without noticing, and returned to sit by her husband’s side. A few minutes later, Kellie returned and she looked over and smiled. That was fine, but then Laura noticed, every time she looked across, Kellie was looking back in her direction. It was that and then later a text message she’d received from Kellie which was the reason she was still leaning on the car. How had Kellie got her number,