It was Sunday, 27th December, the day of the Xmanye party. Sarah and I were returning from her parents, my car’s boot now carrying a number of my girlfriend’s possessions. It had been with her parent’s full blessing that she had decided to stay with me until January 3rd.

Sarah had suggested that this would be a good test run for when she moved in early next year. However, my grin was not only for Sarah. It was for Clare, too, as she had unexpectedly informed me that she would be staying until the third as well.

However, her reasons were slightly different. She mentioned that both Karen and Brenda were away, and she didn’t want to spend that time at home!

But I didn’t care what the reason was. I needed my time with Clare!

In the five months since we had become three, I had been lucky if both my girlfriends had stayed together with me for more than one night.

So, with a big grin, I pulled into my parking space outside my rented apartment. It was only then that Sarah said something that knocked that smile off my face…

“I must pop in and wish Stanley a Merry Christmas.”

I hadn’t yet brought up my Christmas Day conversation with Stanley, my landlord and our friend. I hadn’t wanted to, but now I found the time had arrived where I had no choice.

When we got upstairs, I gave Sarah Stanley’s sexual shopping list and told her our Christmas Day conversation. I didn’t leave anything out, even the Porntains.

Sarah was shocked and told me that nothing inappropriate had ever happened.

I knew that was true; after all, I had been there, and Stanley had said as much.

“So, are we saying that Stanley doesn’t want me to model fully nude because he finds it challenging to keep his hands off me?”

After she said it, Sarah smiled as the idea sunk in.

“I think that’s the rub of it,” I replied, not wanting to make a joke out of it.

“That’s on the list too—thirty pounds. You know, I could make a fortune!” Sarah giggled as she looked down the list, not seeming to be as bothered as me.

Maintaining my composure, I stated, "I believe Stanley is attempting to be truthful with us. He suggested that maybe we could accept some light touching if we carry on."

“That’s twenty pounds, David… Would you allow that?”

“I don’t know, Sarah… I really don’t. I do appreciate that you enjoy the modelling, and I accept that it pays ridiculously well, but…"

“You wonder where it will lead.”

“Exactly, Sarah… Would it stop at gentle touching?”

“David, I don’t want my modelling career to be over… Maybe it could be fun, with slightly adjusted rules.”

I glanced at my girlfriend, and a knowing look passed between us. We both knew her second biggest sexual fantasy was to be paid for sex.

“There is no rush, David… Let’s just go down and see Stanley and tell him we need some time to think about it. However, we mustn’t forget that we need plenty of time to get ready for tonight’s party.”

And that is exactly what we did… Stanley was not surprised by our deferred decision, though I think he was more relieved that we hadn’t just said no.

*****

We had been getting ready for the last hour, Sarah in the “Girls Only” bedroom, the sign hanging from the door.

I had no idea what Sarah planned to wear; our invite had read, “Men are to be dressed in appropriate fancy dress, and women in a themed sexy costume; topless is fine!”

Sarah had assured me that she was not going topless, though, in the next breath, she added, “Unlike Clare.” It was a comment that led to giggles and a phone call to Brenda, who told me with a chuckle, “That would be up to Clare!”

I was none the wiser as to what my second girlfriend was going to wear.

During the same phone call, Brenda reminded me about using the wet room and the coloured bedrooms for sex after midnight. She also told me about the bedroom door rules. You can watch if it is ajar but can only join in if the door is open and pinned back.

Apart from Brenda's red bedroom and the pink bedroom where we were staying, there were no door locks. That was another Brenda rule. She finished our call by reminding me that there were condoms, lube, and tissues, should I need them!

Standing there in my bedroom, I looked into the full-length mirror, and I thought my outfit looked quite good, considering I only thought of it a week ago. The mirror’s reflection showed a Christmas tree complete with flashing lights, tinsel, and red baubles. I thought it was a masterpiece of creativity, with a thin green jumper even having a few fake Christmas tree branches attached to it.

However, I took enormous pride in the flashing lights. I could turn these lights on or off with a flick of a switch in my pocket, and I did so repeatedly with a grin.

The rest of my outfit was simple, just brown trousers and shoes for my trunk. For my nod to New Year, a sparkly gold 1988 sat on the top of my head, looking a little like a halo.

I thought I looked good, and then Sarah walked in—and she looked fucking amazing!

“Before you ask, I am Sarah, the Ice Princess.”

All I could do was stare and exclaim the obvious, “There is nothing icy about you!”

Sarah's dress was made primarily from a blue chiffon material. Her top was almost transparent, as it was only two layers thick. However, overlapping chiffon teardrops at her waist added extra material, hinting at a translucent skirt.

As I stared at it, I realised that its transparency was only in my mind, and it made me appreciate that Sarah thought long and hard about her appearance.

The other thing that was immediately noticeable was that the blue was light at her shoulders but got progressively darker as it reached the dress's hem. In amongst the chiffon was a sprinkling of glass diamonds that sparkled in the light.

Sarah’s eyeshadow accentuated the blueness of her eyes. The single, central jewel in her silver tiara matched the single jewels in her dangly earrings, her eyes, and the hem of her dress. The colours were set off nicely with my girlfriend’s pink lipstick, matching the nail varnish and high pink stilettos.

However, it was Sarah’s breasts that my eyes eventually rested on, as Sarah’s areolas were faintly visible through her lacy bra, and I stared at them for a few seconds before my eyes returned to my girlfriend.

“Don’t worry, David, you can’t see anything when it's dark.”

“And when it’s light?”

Sarah giggled; we both knew the answer.

“So, where is your nod to 1988?” I asked.

Sarah lifted her dress, and my eyes opened in surprise.

“Stockings,” I remarked.

“I prefer them, David.”

I stood there gawping, my cock making an extra branch. Then Sarah lifted the hem a little higher, and her extremely small, black, micro G-string came into view. It was so small it made it obvious that she was clean-shaven. However, it was embroidered with small silver numbers, which read 1988.

“Do you think anyone will notice?”

Sarah smiled, “Hopefully, later.”

“Maybe we should go down and show Stanley,” I joked, knowing that she would enjoy his attention.

“Don’t, David,” Sarah giggled, and then more seriously added. “There is one thing that I am wearing for you and only you.”

“What’s that?

Sarah held out her right hand and showed her friendship ring that was residing on her dress finger.

I kissed it and revealed, “I have started calling these the rings of three.”

I showed Sarah mine; it had never left my finger.

With a cheesy grin, she copied my action and kissed it too, which I thought was nice.

“Do you think Clare will be wearing hers?” I softly asked.

Sarah smiled, “She told me that she was… David, I am going to go a little wild at this party tonight.”

“What do you mean?” I questioned, even though I believed I already understood.

“Look, there is no, Liz. I want to find myself another female playmate, though it will have to be someone that I am attracted to and lives well away from here.”

“What about Clare?”

“Look, it was sweet of you… I know it was your idea, and I enjoyed it. But Clare is with Karen, and she seems now to have other distractions, you know, Brenda and her group of friends.”

“Did Clare tell you?” I was still somewhat shocked that Sarah had found out about my idea, which was Clare spending the night with Sarah and fucking her with her strap-on.

Sarah smiled and kissed me. “Clare didn’t tell me; you did?”

“But I never mentioned it!”

“I know, David, but I knew, even before you just confirmed it... It is what happens when you spend so much time with someone.”

I knew Sarah was being fair with me. It had been me who had suggested and agreed to an open relationship because I wanted to also have Clare.

Sarah had the freedom to explore her bisexual side, but I knew potentially it didn’t stop there. The unsaid: tonight, Sarah could be with another man.

“I am just telling you, David, it is important to me. I like to have an occasional girlfriend, but nothing serious… Liz would have been perfect.”

Those final words almost haunted me as I remembered back how secretly pleased I had been when Liz called to tell Sarah she was staying on in the USA to run a company project.

“David, I’m just saying I won’t be there by your side all night, as I will be doing a little mixing. Nothing is stopping you from mixing too, but don’t forget the condoms.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to say any more. I had no plans to chase and fuck other women. After all, most of the partygoers were married or lesbians. Tonight I would be keeping an eye out for both my girls, though with Clare, I knew it was down to Brenda to keep her safe.

“David, I do have another nod to New Year. This one is a little more visible.”

Sarah unfolded her hand, and the new gold anklet that she had purchased for Liz appeared. Attached to it was, “Happy New Year 1988.”

Sarah raised her right leg, and once again, I could not help but notice Sarah’s stockings. It earned me a playful nudge before I fastened the anklet around her right ankle. We both knew that by doing this, I was giving her permission—the anklet was the key to our open relationship.

I wasn’t sure what we were letting ourselves in for tonight, but as we grabbed our overnight bag, I was determined to try and enjoy it.

*****

Clare had suggested that we get to Brenda’s early, and with the car park almost empty, it looked like we were the first to arrive.

I was looking forward to seeing my second girlfriend; it had been a while. However, I knew tonight she would be first with Karen and then later with Brenda. Although I had come to terms with Sarah's desire to find another Liz, I secretly believed that tonight it was unlikely to happen.

And later this week, I knew I would have to seriously talk with Clare. We needed to decide where we stood and have a plan going forward. Would that be together or living apart?

I didn’t know. In my heart, I still felt that our time would come, hopefully as a trio.

However, as we walked down the path to her apartment building, I was beginning to feel that it was time for me to relax and enjoy this party and mix with some outrageous and outlandish people; after all, it was the end of a rather special year for me.

We dropped our coats in the small room, which was Brenda’s entry closet. With our overnight bag in hand and my Christmas tree lights flashing, we showed our invite to an older man. He was the ‘Master of Ceremonies’ who then somewhat comically announced our names to an empty room.

“Sarah, the Ice Princess, and David, the Christmas Tree.”

I frowned, and my girlfriend giggled. Somehow, my announcement did not seem quite as positive as Sarah’s. I should not have listened to her when she told me James Bond wasn’t Christmassy enough.

However, those thoughts were short-lived as the decorations in Brenda's apartment abruptly halted us. It was now completely themed as winter wonderment. The only exception was the now-manned bar area, which was adorned with a large "Happy New Year" sign.

It also featured cut-outs depicting firework displays from New Year celebrations in Paris, London, Sydney Harbour, and New York Times Square. The final touch was a large illuminated 1988 sign hanging above the bar. This was Brenda’s nod to the New Year; the rest of the room was dressed to be Christmas.

There was fake snow around the floor edges; illuminated coloured lights were hanging from every wall and across the ceiling; and a large Christmas tree resided in the corner of the room near the sunken settee.

I noticed in the chill-out area that there was a large illuminated snowman, complete with a red scarf; coal had been used for its eyes and mouth. For its nose, it had a plastic carrot, and on its head was a chimney sweep’s hat.

Dominating the festive decorations and just above the sunken curved settees was a type of decoration that I had only seen in malls and shops. It was a quarter-scale Santa Claus; he was sitting in his sleigh with three reindeer pulling him, and he was pretending to be throwing presents from his sack sitting next to him.

I noticed that the wet area and the guest bathrooms were open. It was also clear that Brenda had hired some staff to work at the party. The older man who was the ‘Master of Ceremonies’ and a young guy were working behind the bar. They both wore what appeared to be a uniform, consisting of white shirts, dark blue waistcoats, and trousers.

There were also three young, scantily dressed ladies, who were our cocktail waitresses. They were busy preparing trays of champagne or orange juice for the arriving guests.

Someone had set up a low, Christmas-themed stage in the corner near the sliding doors. On it was a deejay complete with a Father Christmas hat. He would later be running the disco. In the kitchen, there were plenty of plates of finger food, all laid out with a large bowl of punch as their centrepiece.

Though we had never been to a Brenda-themed party, we knew that it was likely to be full of surprises, and, for sure, Brenda would be at the centre of everyone’s attention.

We decided to go to the pink bedroom to drop off our bags and say hello to Clare and Karen. As we walked across the dance floor, I noticed the young barman looking at my girlfriend. He didn’t try to hide the fact that he was staring at her legs, bottom, and tits.

Sarah knew it too. She glanced at me, carrying a brief, cheeky grin.

After we knocked, Clare opened the door, her eyes lighting up when she saw us, mine flicking to check she was wearing her friendship ring. I smiled as she was.

“Well, at least you made an effort,” Clare remarked as I flashed her with my lights, her eyes quickly turning to Sarah. “Wow, you look amazing,” she then said as she took in Sarah’s costume.

“I’m Sarah, the Ice Princess.”

“There is nothing icy about you!” Clare exclaimed. They were the same words I had earlier used, which caused me to smile inwardly.

The two girls air-kissed, and then Clare suggested, “Give us another twirl.”

I did a twirl, too, and then remarked, “Don’t I get a wow and a kiss?”

With a giggle, an air kiss came my way, but no wow.

“So, you don’t go much on my costume,” I stated while searching for a compliment.

“Flashing Christmas trees, just do not do it for me; too woody,” Clare eventually replied with a giggle.

“Do you want to see some wood?” was my witty reply as I pretended to unzip my fly… at least it brought another giggle.

“David, if you’re not careful, I’ll use my axe on you,” Clare suggested. “Now, where did I keep it?”

At that moment, Karen came out of the bathroom, and our heads turned towards her. She was dressed as a Native American.

Sarah said, “Wow.”

I managed to stay mute, my mind going back four and a half years to a girl called Kirsty. She was a holiday romance, maybe even my first love… Karen looked so much like her.

Eventually, I managed to say, “You look nice,” which brought a glance from both my girlfriends.

Normally, I would say something like, "You look fucking hot," and then endure the pain of both girlfriends reminding me who I was with—but that wasn't the case today.

Working up, Karen was wearing high-heeled, lace-up, soft brown leather boots that had black tassels around the ankles. Her light brown leather skirt was very short, almost indecently so, but it also had a multitude of black tassels hanging from it, giving it the false impression that it was longer than it was.

On her body, she was wearing a bikini top manufactured from the same brown leather as the skirt, and it also had the same type of black tassels hanging from it, but her flat stomach and back were completely bare.

Around her neck, she wore a bead necklace, and on her wrist, there was a bead bracelet with black tassels. Her whole outfit was finished off with a three-feather headdress, two stripes of blue war paint on each of her cheeks, and in her hand was a plastic hatchet.

“Now there is the axe I was looking for,” Clare squealed as she went to grab it from Karen. “David, now where was that wood you wanted to show me?”

Laughing, I retreated, a little unsure. It was only then that I noticed that Clare was still in her dressing gown.

“You better get ready,” I said to her.

She peeled off her robe, leaving everyone briefly speechless.

Working up, Clare wore high-heeled black thigh-high boots. Around her waist, she wore baggy black trousers with a wide black belt, which had a gold buckle.

However, it was Clare’s top half that made my eyes open as both her breasts were almost completely bare, with no bra and only two shiny red tassels covering her nipples. She wasn’t topless, but she might as well have been.

Over those tassels, Clare had on a long-sleeved, transparent red chiffon blouse similar to Sarah’s with white cuffs and a white high collar.

I could not resist putting my hands on Clare's boobs, just to check them before I was reminded by Karen that they were hers to play with too, which brought a chuckle from me.

To finish her outfit, Clare had two gold-coloured earrings with 1988 on them, and resting on the bed was a Santa Claus hat, which Clare then put on her head. Once again, I noticed the friendship ring, and I took her hand and kissed it, just like I had done with Sarah earlier in the day.

"What character are you portraying?" Sarah enquired.

Clare’s hand pointed to her bottom half, “Mr…” She pointed her hand towards her top half, “and Mrs. Claus.”

I couldn’t help it; I even knew it was wrong, but my hand dropped to see if Clare was wearing her piece. She wasn’t, but I said in my best Australian accent, “Just checking, you are a Sheila.” We had both seen Crocodile Dundee.

In return, Clare grabbed my cock. “Karen, can you pass me back your hatchet?”

It was at that point I ran out the door with the sounds of laughter behind me. Yes, I was going to enjoy my first Xmanye party.

A little later, with drinks in hand, the three girls joined me. We were in the large reception area, which, when the music started, would double up as the dance floor.

I put my reassuring arm around Sarah as she was a little nervous. She had never pursued another woman or, for that matter, another man. Unsurprisingly, they, including me, had always come to her. At least, thanks to Clare, everyone here now knew that she was bisexual.

Sarah had suggested that I should look for someone, but it felt like I had been out of the game. I was content. Every time I looked at another woman, I couldn’t help comparing them to Clare and Sarah.

Tonight, I wanted to be there for Sarah and keep my emotions under control. I whispered in her ear, “I love you, have fun, and I'm here if you need me.”

Sarah turned her head, kissed me, and then said, “Thank you, I love you too.”

With glasses of champagne in our hands, we looked around the room as it filled with people. There were now constant announcements from the ‘Master of Ceremonies.’ However, we didn’t know any of the people that were being announced.

“Brian and his wife, Jill, Hansel, and Gretel.”

A middle-aged couple walked in dressed like Hansel and Gretel, though this Gretel had pigtails, drawn-on freckles, and a very short skirt that did nothing to cover her stocking tops.

“Hugo and his partner, Desmond, are James Bond and Q!”

I glanced at Sarah, who giggled, “Just as well you didn’t come as 007; we couldn’t have two of them!”

I frowned.

A pretty cocktail waitress appeared holding a tray of glasses all filled with Champagne, each glass having a cocktail stick with a cherry on it. As we took a glass, she smiled at me, which made me say, “Thank you; I need regular watering as it stops my needles from falling.”

The waitress laughed at my flirtation. Sarah laughed, too; she had mentioned that she wanted me to have fun at the party.

Sarah leaned towards the waitress, “If you’re looking for him later, I’ll make sure he’s planted over there by the other Christmas tree.”

The waitress glanced in my direction, smiled, and then disappeared.

I pulled Sarah close to me again, “Aren’t you jealous?” I enquired.

Sarah smiled knowingly but didn’t answer my question.

“Lena, a black cat.”

The unusual announcement had us looking towards the room's entrance.

A striking and very fit black lady in a black spandex body-hugging suit walked in, her costume, including cat-like ears and a tail. The only contrast to the black outfit was a yellow collar, which bore the year 1988 in very dark letters.

The other thing I noticed was the skin-tight suit left little to the imagination. It was obvious it was the only item she was wearing.

Though I had never seen her before, I had the feeling she was a lesbian, and she was also on the prowl.

“Clare,” I asked, “Who is the black cat?”

Clare did not know either. However, she reminded me that I was looking after Karen from midnight. This was something I had previously agreed to. But now that I was here, I was starting to think about having a little fun myself.

It now seemed that I would have zero chance.

I looked at Karen and then back at Clare. Karen may look like someone I once knew, but she was a lesbian who was only interested in a monogamous relationship with another lesbian. I sometimes wondered what she saw in Clare, as she was very promiscuous and almost the opposite of Karen.

Clare kissed me, and I agreed.

With Sarah and Karen talking to each other, Clare and I looked around the room. The party hadn’t yet formally started, and I certainly hadn’t seen Brenda. But there was a hum of noise and a general expectant buzz among the hundred or so people.

Clare then said, “While I remember David… Don’t drink the punch or eat the cupcakes.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“In the past, and later on, they have been known to get spiked.”

“Drugs?”

“Probably, but I don’t know what it is, as it has nothing to do with Brenda. There are a few dodgy characters here; I have already warned Karen and Sarah.”

“Tina and Jasmine, Aladdin, and Princess Jasmine.”

I looked over towards the entrance to see the couple walk in, and Clare went over to greet them. Tina’s arm was tightly holding Jaz. She did not normally share her girlfriends, though she had made an exception for Clare before they decided to just be friends.

Clare went to leave me to see her best friend, but I stopped her. “Clare, sometimes you need to be reminded that you are destined to be with me, even if I am, David, the Christmas tree.”

Clare warmly smiled, and I kissed her, my hand naturally coming up and squeezing her left breast.

She giggled, “I’m looking forward to this week too,” and with that, she guided Jaz and Tina over to me.

Tina was wearing Aladdin's white harem pants, a purple waistcoat, and a red fez hat. In her belt was a genie’s lamp with her nod to 1988 written on it.

Jaz wore something a lot sexier. It was a turquoise split dress with gold trim. On her head, she wore the same coloured headband, with 1988 on it. She looked lovely and spent the next five minutes apologising for Rob’s actions. She repeatedly told me that she hadn’t given him Sarah’s phone number.

I believed her.

After a few moments of talking, there was a sudden fanfare of noise coming into the room, the lights dimmed, and a spotlight came on.

With that, Brenda walked in, and the spotlight focused on her.

She was dressed as a circus ringmaster, complete with a top hat with a big 1988 written on it and a whip tucked into her baggy trousers.

Using a microphone, Brenda announced, “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Brenda’s 1987 Xmanye Party.”

With that, the music then began…