The invitation had arrived in a black envelope, sealed with red wax. No address, just a single sentence printed in elegant silver ink:
“Wear red if you’re open to more.”
Nina and Cole had talked about this for months. Fantasies whispered between kisses, confessions traded under dimmed lights, boundaries explored without shame. They weren’t broken — far from it. They were curious. Brave enough to find out what happened when the door cracked open just a little.
Now, they stood in the grand foyer of an old estate, where music hummed low and sultry, and every person seemed to radiate secrets.
Nina wore a sleek black dress and a thin red bracelet around her wrist. Cole’s hand rested at the small of her back. He wore no bracelet — not tonight. He was there for her, to watch, to feel. Maybe more.
The host — a woman in silk and command — welcomed them with a kiss on each cheek and a knowing smile.
“First time?” she asked.
They both nodded.
“Don’t rush. Let the night come to you.”
The house was a maze of candlelight and shadows. Some rooms were purely social — champagne, soft laughter, slow dancing. Others were quieter, dimmer, filled with murmured consent and the rustle of shifting sheets.
Nina found herself by the balcony, talking to a couple who had been coming to these events for years. The woman — tall, striking, calm — gently traced the edge of Nina’s bracelet with a single fingertip.
“You know what that means, don’t you?” she asked.
Nina looked across the room at Cole. He smiled. He nodded.
The other woman took Nina’s hand and led her into one of the velvet-curtained rooms, her partner following. Cole came too — silent, reverent, sitting in a chair just to the side.
The first kiss between the two women was soft. Patient. Like they both knew there was time for everything.
Fingers explored. Clothes slipped off. Breaths caught.
And as Nina surrendered to new hands, new mouths, her eyes stayed locked on Cole’s. His chest rose with shallow breaths. His lips parted. But he didn’t move. He watched.
She had never felt more wanted — or more seen.
When it was over, the room quiet with the hum of satisfaction, Nina curled into Cole’s lap.
“Well?” he whispered.
She kissed his ear. “Let’s stay a little longer.”