"I didn't know things were that bad."
I took a sip of my water and used my towel to soak up some of the sweat that was dripping off my body after our intense workout.
"It's not. I'm probably making it sound worse than what it really is."
Sometimes I was prone to exaggeration when I wasn't in a good mood.
"We're just in a rut, that's all," I added.
"And you guys have been married for what... four years?"
"Four years last month."
My best friend Jill thought for a moment.
"The same thing happened with Don and me, it's easy to lose that spark in the bedroom."
"The kids take up so much of our time."
I looked around the small cafe at our gym and ensured we were alone and couldn't be overheard.
"On most nights, by the time we get the kids into bed we're too tired to have sex, and when we do muster up the energy it feels like we're just going through the motions."
Our daughter Monique was eighteen months and our son David just turned three. I hated to admit it, but it was like they sapped every sexual impulse out of our marriage.
Regardless, I loved my children dearly and I knew that it was unfair to blame them for our lack-luster sex life.
"What have you tried to put a little spice back into the bedroom, Lisa?" she asked.
Even though we were alone, I leaned in to make sure we wouldn't be overheard, I guess out of habit.
"I thought about buying more lingerie, or maybe even a new sex toy, but I'm not sure that's enough."
She went silent and I saw the wheels spinning in her mind.
"Maybe I can make a suggestion," she said hesitantly.
"At this point, I'm open to anything."
"You have to swear this will stay between us."
This sounded juicy.
"You know you can trust me."
She smiled.
"I know I can."
She thought for a moment.
"Have you ever considered opening up your marriage?"
My jaw dropped open in shock.
"You mean like... swinging?"
"Yes."
My mind drifted back.
"A long time ago... when we first got married, we talked about it, but our lives are so much different now."
I sat in reflection for a moment.
"I'm a kindergarten teacher and John just got a promotion at his law firm. We're professionals, and if something like that got out, it would severely damage both of our careers. I don't think that's a viable option."
"What if no one were to find out about it, would it be an option then?"
A little smile broke across my face.
"Just what are you suggesting here... what are you not telling me?"
"There is a little group in our neighborhood... we call it the Key Club."
"Ummm... Okay..."
I waited semi-patiently for her to continue.
"The Millers, the Smiths, The Wilsons, and the Browns..."
"And the Felders?"
She smiled.
"Yes, we're in it too."
"So basically everyone who was at the Christmas party?"
"Yes."
When we graduated from UNLV four years ago, we moved into the fairly exclusive neighborhood of Lake Las Vegas and I met Jill at the gym in our gated community. She introduced me to all her friends and we were quickly accepted into their little circle. They invited us to dinner parties, pool parties, and Christmas soirees. All the couples also had young children so we celebrated their birthdays together as well. They were 'couples' friends who John and I got along with very well. Up to this point, it all seemed very benign; but obviously, there was another side to this group that we knew nothing about.
"What exactly goes on at these Key Parties?" I asked.
"We put our car keys into a bowl. Then, the guys randomly pull a keyring out of the dish and... well... you know..."
I tried to hide the shocked look on my face as the reality of what she was telling me hit me like a brick to the side of the head.
"Sex?"
"Of course, silly."
It was so much for me to try to take in. Larry Smith was on the school board, Kristin Brown was a neurosurgeon, Ed Wilson was a principal at a very prominent high school in Henderson... they were all 'power couples' in our community... and they were doing this?
"Where does this take place?"
"At the Brown's," she said matter-of-factly.
Robert and Kristin Brown had the largest house in our gated community. It was more like a mansion, really. He was an investment banker and she, of course, was a doctor. They had money but were very 'Down to Earth' and never acted like they were above anyone else and I got along with her very well.
"I don't know what to make out of any of this," I said honestly, "I'm still trying to wrap my mind around everything you've been telling me."
"It's just something to think about."
"Would they even... you know... want us there?" I asked incredulously.
"We all want you there... I just never knew how to broach this with you."
She paused for a moment.
"You and John come across as very 'straight-laced' and we didn't even know if you'd be interested."
I grinned.
"So what you're saying is we're two prudes?"
She giggled.
"Well... it's a very... ummm... 'libertine' group and none of us want to make you feel uncomfortable. We all enjoy your company and we don't want anything to change, even if you decide it isn't right for you."
My head still felt like it was spinning from all this new-found information.
"When do you meet?"
"The first Friday of every month."
I looked at my watch. Today was the tenth so we had some time.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"What's it like?"
She thought for a moment.
"We meet at eight and have drinks, that kind of loosens everyone up. Then, at nine, the guys choose the keys... and we wrap everything up by midnight."
My eyes got wide.
"So everyone splits up?"
"Yes... once the keys are chosen, the couples go into separate rooms and... you know."
It was so much to try to take in and process.
"I haven't been naked in front of another man for so long... I don't even know what I'd do."
She grinned.
"I think you'd figure it out pretty quickly."
"And they'd really want us there?"
A stunned look broke across her face.
"Of course they would... have you looked in a mirror lately?"
My face broke into a bright, embarrassed ember. I'd worked so hard in the gym to shed the last ten pounds of 'baby weight' and I'd finally gotten back down to my pre-pregnancy goal of one-thirty. I hated that my large breasts had a slight sag and they weren't quite as perky as they were when I was in college. Unfortunately, breastfeeding two kids has that effect. Nonetheless, I watched what I ate and put in the time on the elliptical machine and free-weights and it showed.
"All of the guys are very interested in you, Lisa and... well, you know...John is pretty easy on the eyes as well."
That didn't surprise me. My husband was tall and very handsome. All of my friends in college were after him and were very envious when we got together.
"I have no idea what John would think of this."
"Just talk to him and see if he thinks it's right for your marriage."
- - - - -
That night, we'd finally got the kids down for the evening and John and me were lying in bed. He was flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch and I was pretending to read a book.
How the hell do I even bring this up?
"Can we talk?" I asked hesitantly.
He hit the button on the remote and turned off the TV.
"Sure, what's up?"
I took a deep breath.
"Things have been a little... ummm... slow... in the bedroom lately. We need to figure out how to spice things up."
An embarrassed look broke across his face and he thought for a moment.
"I was thinking... maybe... I don't know... if we watched some porn, would that be a way to add a spark?"
"That might work, I guess."
We watched porn quite often when we first got married and it resulted in some hot sessions. He loved porn, and I knew he viewed it when I was at work so I wasn't surprised at his idea to recharge our lack-luster sex life.
"Hey, I'm open to any suggestions you have."
"Any suggestion?"
"Of course, I know we need some fresh ideas here and I'm open to... you know... whatever you think would help."
"Promise that you'll keep an open mind... okay?"
"Of course," he said nonchalantly.
Shit... here goes...
I spent the next several minutes telling John about my morning workout with Jill and everything she divulged about our seemingly innocuous group of friends.
There was a full minute of silence as he processed my words. The same brick that hit me in the head earlier that day had found its way to him. Finally, he collected his thoughts and spoke.
"This isn't bullshit, they really do this every month?"
"I've known Jill for four years, I know she's not lying to me."
"It's just that it's very... well... extreme."
He paused for a moment.
"My other idea was checking out a strip club... but I was afraid to bring it up because I didn't want to piss you off... but swinging... you and I actually fucking other people?"
"I'd be open to going to a strip club with you, I guess. I've never been to one."
He laughed.
"Forget the strip club, what you're suggesting is like ten rungs up the ladder from that."
"I agree with you, it's extreme."
"Lisa... honestly... is this something you want?"
I looked him in the eye.
"Okay... right here, right now. If we're going to talk about this and... you know... even consider it, the first thing that we have to agree to is being totally honest with each other. We have to be able to say anything and not have any hurt feelings over it... can we do that?"
"Yes, we can."
"Okay then. I haven't been able to think about anything else since she told me what they do this morning."
A look of shock broke over his face.
"And yes... I think it's something we need to discuss and consider," I added.
"That surprises me, I guess."
"We talked about it right after we got married, you remember that, right?"
"Of course I remember... but we were... we were just kids... it seems like a million years ago."
He reflected for a moment.
"We have children, careers, a mortgage."
"We're twenty-six and we already have one foot in the grave?"
He laughed.
"I guess sometimes it feels like it."
"It feels the same way to me too... don't you want to do something about it?"
"Let's think this through for a moment. What would happen if we did this and it got out... it would ruin both of our careers."
"They've been doing this right under our nose for the last four years and we had no idea... I'd say that's the very definition of discreet."
"True."
There was a full minute of silence as we reflected on each other's words.
"Total honesty, right?"
"Total honesty," I repeated.
"The thought of you being with another man turns me on, it always has."
"Does it?"
"Yes."
"I know there'd be a little jealousy, but I can handle it. It would be like a gift we'd be giving to each other," I said.
"If we are going to consider this... really consider it... then there have to be some ground rules," he said.
"Okay... shoot."
"For starters... nothing can ever happen outside of Friday night."
"I agree... nothing ever on the side, nothing in secret."
I continued...
"This is something I could handle, but only if I knew about it in advance. If you were ever with anyone else, John, and I found out about it later, I would be devastated."
"Exactly, no surprises, and no secrets."
I thought for a moment before adding a rule of my own.
"I'd want to hear about it... everything you did, everything she wanted."
"Really?"
"Yes... like a debrief afterward."
"That's kinda... Hot."
"We'd have to be able to communicate about everything that happened when we were apart... again, no secrets."
"I like that."
I gently rubbed his thigh while we spoke.
"We'd need to use this as a tool to strengthen our marriage, this has to enhance our sex lives, not take the place of it," he added.
I nodded my head in agreement. So many different thoughts and emotions were flooding my brain, it was difficult making sense of them all.
"Okay... another rule," I said. "No feelings of any kind. If we did this, it would be sex and only sex; if either of us started to feel anything for anyone we were with, then it stops, for both of us."
"Agreed... that goes without saying."
We both took a moment to reflect on each other's words. The sexual tension in the air was thick. It was something that had been missing in our bedroom for years and it felt good to have it back. My hand moved from his thigh to his blood engorged cock and I gently began stroking him.
"Okay... another rule... and this is a big one."
He was taking short little sips of breath as I moved my hand up and down his shaft.
"On those Friday nights, for as long as we choose to do this, for those three hours, there are no limits and anything goes."
I could barely hear myself talk over his deep, labored breaths while I continued to stroke his cock.
"I can't do this if you make me feel guilty about it later, and for those three hours, I'll give you that same freedom."
He took me by surprise by rolling over on top of me. As I tried to get my large, sleeper T-shirt off, he reached down to my thong and tore it off my body. Once I was naked, we both tugged and pulled at his boxers until we'd removed them and I felt his hard shaft pressing against my thigh. My pussy felt like a warm, wet, humid, swamp and I was more than ready for him.
"Put your cock inside me, baby," I moaned huskily.
He took his penis in his hand and moved it so the head was rubbing up and down against the lips of my vagina. In one long, fluid motion, he pushed himself inside me which simultaneously opened and filled me.
"Do you want other men inside this pussy?" he said as he slowly moved in and out of me.
I ran my long fingernails over his back, scratching him, hard.
"I want other cocks, baby," I cooed into his ear.
I wrapped my long legs around his torso and pulled him deeper into me until our bodies sensually ground together.
"Which woman do you want to fuck first," I panted. "Whose keys do you want to pull out of that bowl?"
I felt him moving slowly in and out of me. I had to admit, his cock felt strangely different. We'd made love thousands of times, but for whatever reason, it felt like we were fucking anew.
"Jill... I want Jill, first."
I leaned up and bit his shoulder which caused him to grunt and cry out.
"What do you like about her... tell me..." I said huskily.
"I love her dark, brunette hair... and that sexy, tight body... I want to tear her up."
"She's so beautiful, isn't she, baby..." I moaned.
"I've wanted her from the second you introduced me."
He was moving so slowly inside me, teasing me, toying with me... pushing me closer to going over the edge.
"I know she wants you too, she wants to find out what your cock feels like."
I reached down and slowly began to rub my clit.
"I see how those men look at you at those parties. They undress you with their eyes, I love all those lustful, desirous stares."
"You've noticed that too, honey?" I moaned.
"I've always noticed that," he said between grunts.
"And you want to share me with them, baby?"
I rubbed the hard, little nub between my legs, pushing me closer.
"I want to share my sexy, hot wife with them. I want them to know what I have."
My orgasm hit almost without warning and my body shook uncontrollably. Thankfully, John was able to maintain control and continued to fuck me while I released.
When I recovered, I looked into his eyes.
"Tell me what you want to do with her, John."
"I want to taste her, I want to know what her fine pussy tastes like."
He picked up the pace and I squeezed the muscles of my vagina hard around his engorged cock.
"She'd be so wet for you, she'd think of you and your cock when she's with her husband, you know that, right?"
"Oh God, Lisa.... Oh, God..."
He re-positioned himself, which changed the angle, and his cock perfectly caressed my clit and I started to climb again.
"Can you feel her... can you feel her tight, little pussy stretched around your cock?"
Just as I felt his semen squirt inside me, my world went dark as another powerful orgasm washed over my body. When I came down from the peak and regained control, John collapsed on top of me and our combined sweat mixed sensually together.
He rolled over to my side and I felt his cock lose its rigidity and slip out of me. Our limbs erotically tangled together and we held each other tight.
"We're really going to do this, aren't we Lisa?"
I smiled.
"Yes, we are."
We made love two more times that night, something we hadn't done since we met our sophomore year of college. Over the next three weeks, we had sex every night and teased each other with our fantasies. We talked about which of our friends we wanted most and whose Key we hoped would be chosen. There was a renewed sense of passion and invigoration in our marriage that had been absent for so long. We felt like newlyweds again and there were times when we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I only hoped the reality of our first Friday evening would meet our high expectations.
- - - - -
I checked my look in the mirror one last time and applied a bit more gloss until my lips sparkled. Then, I saw John's reflection in the mirror as he moved in behind me.
"Do I look okay?" I asked sheepishly.
"You'll be the hottest woman there."
I smiled.
"I wish."
He shot me a playful look.
"I know."
My eyes ran up and down my reflection in the mirror. Jill told me that all of the women dressed up a bit for the evening so I chose to wear a tight, black, Bodycon mini-dress. The hem of the short little frock rested several inches above my knees and contrasted perfectly with my long, blonde flowing hair that I chose to wear down. I matched the little dress with a pair of black, four-inch ankle strap pumps. I'd also painted the nails on my fingers and toes a deep, blood red to add a small pop of color.
"You clean up really nice yourself, counselor."
He grinned.
"Thank you."
I wanted him to dress up a bit too so I purchased a pair of tight, black pants, a crisp pressed, white dress shirt, and matching, black evening jacket for him to wear. With the four-inch heels, I was nearly at his six-foot, two-inch height and I had to admit, we looked really good together.
I felt him run his hand up the side of my thigh.
"Oh, you did decide to wear panties."
"I wore a thong, honey. I don't want panty-lines and not much else is going to fit under this dress."
"It's still hot to fantasize that you're naked underneath that sexy, little dress."
I'd hoped to project a sexy, self-assured confidence; but inside, I was shivering, nervous mess and my husband could very easily see through the shallow facade.
"It's not too late, we can still back out you know."
"I'll be okay once I'm there, around our friends. This is the tough part, the excitement, and anticipation of knowing what's to come."
True to form,John wasn't nervous in the slightest and his confident demeanor helped steady me.
"Are you sure the kids will be okay?" I asked.
"Of course they will. I told my mother I'd pick them up first thing in the morning and she was delighted to have some extra time with them."
He grinned.
"Last chance to call this off."
"No... We're doing this, baby... Let's go."
Before I change my mind.
- - - - -
It was a short drive up the block to the Brown's house. Their residence was at the far end of a cul de sac and afforded them much more privacy than most of their neighbors.
It felt as if my knees were knocking together uncontrollably as we walked up the ceramic paver steps. John wrapped his arm around my torso and held me tight while his other hand knocked on their ornate, front door.
"Stop fidgeting honey, you look beautiful."
I hadn't even noticed, but I was pulling at the hem of my short, little dress as if more material would magically appear.
The door opened and Robert Brown stood in front of us.
"It's so great to see both of you, please come in," he said after vigorously shaking John's hand. As I passed him, he gave me a big hug. "We're so happy you joined us this evening."
A few seconds later his wife, Kristin, approached us and gave John and me another big hug.
"We're so happy to have you here tonight, honey."
Her warm greeting put me at ease and I immediately felt the tension leaving my body.
"Thank you so much for having us," I said shyly.
She looked into my eyes and smiled.
"There's nothing to be nervous about, you're among friends."
I took a moment to take in my surroundings. We'd been to their place several times before, but it was as if I was seeing it for the first time. We were standing in an immense foyer that had two winding staircases that went to the upper floors. There were two white, polished marble pillars in the center of the room that perfectly matched the white marble floor. I also noticed very expensive looking Renaissance paintings on the wall that went perfectly with the classic, French style crown moldings.
"What can I get you both to drink?" She asked politely.
"I'd take a Jack Daniels, neat," John said.
"You'd better make mine a double."
She grinned.
"Everyone else is in the great room, Robert will take you there."
We followed him to their great room and found the rest of the members of the "Key Club" talking, laughing, and joking with each other. I had to admit, it felt like any other of the dozen or so parties we'd attended over the years. However, I did notice that the other women were wearing short, little dresses and skirts that were similar to mine.
When everyone saw us enter the room, the conversations abruptly stopped and they came over and greeted John and me and gave us kisses on the cheek and big hugs. They all told us how happy they were to see us and how glad they were that we decided to join the group. Their warm, friendly welcome immediately put me at ease.
Once the greetings began to peter out, the couples broke up into small groups and continued their conversations. Jill pulled John and me to the side and gave us both another round of big hugs.
"I'm so glad both of you made it," she said.
"It was difficult dragging John out of the house tonight, but I managed."
He shot me a playful grin.
"Yeah right."
A few seconds later Robert escorted John over to some of the other men and they began talking about 'guy things,' I surmised.
"How are you doing, a little nervous, maybe?" she asked.
"I was a mess earlier," I admitted, "but I'm calming down a bit now."
"I know, the first time is the toughest, but you'll have a fun night, I promise."
Kristin approached us and handed me my drink.
"How's she doing? Kristin asked Jill.
"She's doing good, a little nervous I think, but that's to be expected."
Kristin took my hand and squeezed it.
"We're all so excited to have you both here, honey," she said warmly. "We hoped you'd join us for so long now, it's going to be a fun night."
"I'm really excited about it, honestly."
She flashed me another bright smile.
"I've been relegated to the role of waitress tonight so I'd better make another round and freshen up everyone's drinks. I'll check on you in a couple of minutes."
Before I knew it, she was off taking more drink orders.
"She's always the consummate hostess," Jill said.
"She's always been so sweet and friendly, I really like her."
We each took a sip of our drinks and surveyed the room.
"So... who are you hoping pulls your key?"
I broke into a little smile.
"I honestly don't know, I like it being up to the luck of the draw."
"Well, hopefully, no fistfights break out with the guys over pulling your key."
My eyes got wide and she broke out in a fit of laughter.
"I'm just teasing... but there's a little truth to that... Your key in high demand."
"I doubt that," I said skeptically.
"You'd better know that, girl. They all want you."
My face broke into a little blush.
"See how they're looking at you, sneaking glances. They're already with you in their minds."
I scanned the room and a couple of the men's eyes met mine. During the previous parties we'd attended, eye contact was very subtle, but not tonight. Their stares lingered and the looks of lust were very evident.
"They don't hide it very well, do they?"
"Of course they don't... They're guys."
We both giggled and took another sip of our drinks.
"Well, I know at least one man whose very interested in pulling your key," I said.
I watched as she bit her lip, seductively.
"Really, Lisa?"
"Yes... really. Knowing John, I'm sure he's spent the last several hours scheming of a way to 'rig the system' so he can be with you."
I watched as her eyes lustfully traveled over to my husband before looking back into mine.
"Is it okay to admit that I'd be just fine with that?"
I shot her a little smile.
"Yes, it is."
The 'cocktail hour' passed quickly. Jill never left my side as we strolled around the room and talked with the other guests. I felt more at ease as I interacted with my fellow revelers, but I was still nervous enough to put away a second double. While we drank and socialized, the lustful gawking and stares became more pronounced. I couldn't help but mentally size up each of the men and wonder which one I'd shortly be spending the evening with. There wasn't a definite favorite, but there were a couple 'dark horses' in the running.
At about five minutes before nine, John approached Jill and me.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" he said.
"Of course, honey."
He took my hand and we made our way to one of the corners of the room and away from the other guests.
"Are you still nervous?"
"I'm still a bit antsy, but I'm more excited than anything."
"It's not too late, we can still back out, we don't have to do this."
The moisture emanating from between my legs was soaking through my thong.
"I want this, John... more than I've wanted anything, in a long time."
He looked lovingly into my eyes.
"I want to thank you."
"Thank me for what?"
"For bringing it up, for suggesting this... it took a lot of courage."
"I think in some weird way, it's making our marriage stronger."
"I agree, it is."
We shared a soft, romantic kiss and whispered our "I Love You's" in the other's ear.
At precisely nine o'clock, Robert Brown called the group to order and the room went silent. John wrapped his arm around me, and we walked over and rejoined the rest of the guests.
"First and foremost, I'd like to welcome everyone here tonight."
John squeezed me tight against his body as our host continued speaking.
"I'd also like to give a special welcome to the Johnsons who are new to our little group."
A gentle round of applause and even a few funny 'cat-calls' broke out from the group. Additionally, all eyes in the room were on me and my husband.
"All of the keys have been collected and placed into our ceremonial bowl."
He reached down on the table in front of him and held a large, ornate silver basin that reminded me of an urn.
"As per our group's tradition, the newest member will draw the first key."
He looked into my husband's eyes.
"John, will you do us the honor?"
Robert was a very tall man who stood a couple inches over my husband. He held the dish a bit above his head so it was impossible to see down inside. My husband stepped forward and reached into the bowl. Several seconds later, he produced one of the keys.
"Margot Miller, please come forward," Robert said.
The petite, beautiful, busty, red-head on my right made no attempt to hide her giddy excitement as she walked up and took my husband's hand. I noticed the look of disappointment on Jill's face while John and his evening companion stepped to the side so the next man could reach in and draw. Just as I suspected, a slight twinge of jealousy washed over me as I witnessed my husband release her hand and wrap his arm securely around her.
Earlier, I'd learned from Jill that the men had drawn numbers to determine the order in which the rest of the keys would be selected. Robert's voice broke me out of my reflection.
"Andrew, you're up next."
Andy Wilson walked up in front of the group and placed his hand in the bowl and pulled out a key.
I waited with bated breath until the result was announced.
"Maria, please come up."
A big smile broke across Maria Smith's face and she walked up and took her place by Andy's side. From what Jill told me earlier, she was a favorite among the men and it was very easy to see why. She was Hispanic, and the only woman of color at the party. She had light brown, caramel-colored skin and long, black hair. John had confessed to me earlier that she was in his top three.
The wait was excruciating. Two more men reached into the bowl and pulled out keys, but neither had drawn mine. Finally, on the second to the last draw of the evening, the wait was over.
Jill's husband, Don, pulled my keys from the bowl.
"Lisa," Robert said, "please join us."
Instantly, my mind was awash in a myriad of thoughts. Out of all of the men at the party, I knew Don the best because he was John's best friend. Over the past several years, they'd done everything together: played softball, golfed, and watched sports. Additionally, because of my close friendship with Jill, we also did a lot of 'couple' things together with them. We watched each other's kids, went out on double dates, and we'd even spent a weekend in California with them on the beach.
Don was a fun guy and he had a great sense of humor. Looking back, he'd always been a bit flirty with me and there was a slight bit of sexual tension between us and I hoped it would make spending the evening with him easier.
As I was walking forward, I noticed Robert whispering something in Don's ear. When I reached him, he took my hand and we moved to the side, along with the other couples.
Since Robert hadn't drawn yet and there was only one key left in the bowl, the last couple was decided by default.
"Jill, would you please come up and join me," he said.
A smile broke across her face as she walked forward. I knew she had to be a little disappointed that John hadn't pulled her key. However, she told me a couple weeks earlier that the rest of Robert was proportional to his height and she immensely enjoyed spending Friday nights with him.
"Just remember," Robert began, "that all activities need to be concluded by midnight and I hope each of you has a wonderful evening."
Like a rehearsed routine, all of the couples split up and headed for their respective bedrooms. John and I gave each other one last smile before he disappeared from the great room with Margot.
"Are you ready?" Don asked me.
"Yes, I think so," I said shyly.
He wrapped his arm around me and I followed him to one of the bedrooms that were just off the great room. I still had a slight buzz from the alcohol I consumed earlier and despite the liquor, there were still a few jittery butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. Despite the slight nervousness, I also felt calm and relaxed. It was an interesting duality of emotions.
Don opened up the door to the room, and I stepped inside and surveyed my surroundings. The bedroom was quite large and there was an immense, four post bed against the wall on the far side of the room. In front of us was a small table and chairs. There was also the dresser with a large mirror attached to it.
"Would you like to sit down?" he asked.
"Okay."
We sat down across from each other.
"I hope you're not too nervous," he said hesitantly.
"This is all very new to me," I admitted. "I haven't been with another man in a long time."
"You guys don't do this every weekend?"
I giggled.
"I tried to sign us up for the local orgy, but you know... but John is such a prude and all."
A smile broke across his face.
"He's a very lucky man."
A little blush broke over my face and I looked down shyly.
"Jill and I hoped you'd join our little group, and I'm glad you did."
"I have to admit, I'm impressed. It's a really big secret to keep."
"Our privacy is very important to all of us."
There were a few seconds of comfortable silence before I spoke.
"What did Robert whisper in your ear after you drew my key?"
"He told me I was the luckiest man alive."
Our eyes seductively met.
"You never know, maybe I'm horrible in bed."
He shot me a playful look.
"You've kept John's interest for six years and he doesn't even look at other women, so I kinda doubt that."
I looked over his short, blond hair and sparkling blue eyes.
I wanted him, bad.
"Would you like to dance?"
"Okay," I said in a voice barely above a whisper.
He pulled out his cell phone, hit a few buttons, and soft, romantic, jazz music began to play. He extended his hand, I took it, we both stood up, and I slid effortlessly into his arms.
I closed my eyes as we gently swayed together, in perfect unison. My breasts crushed up against his chest and I felt his hands resting on my hips.
Six years... it had been six years since I'd been this close to another man, since another man had held me like this. The myriad of emotions I was experiencing was almost too much to process.
He smelled so fresh and clean. There was a faint, light scent of cologne that lingered in the air around us. I felt his hard, muscled chest pressing up against me. His hands moved lower and began sensually squeezing my bottom. He pulled me closer and I felt his erection rub against my thigh. Our eyes met and our mouths sensually found each other and we shared a hot, passionate kiss.
All pretext of platonic friendship melted away as our tongues erotically explored each other's mouths. He squeezed my ass harder while we worked our tongues together in perfect unison.
As we kissed, I noticed a slight bit of hesitation on his part. I knew he wanted me, but I sensed he was waiting for my approval, a 'go ahead' of sorts, telling him that it was alright to proceed.
I took a small step back which created a little space between us. Slowly, I reached down and rubbed his erection through his pants.
He let out a little grown into my mouth and I felt one of his hands move from my bottom to my back and he unzipped my dress.
While we continued to kiss, I fumbled a bit as I started to unbuckle his belt due to my shaky, unsteady hands. Thankfully, he assisted me by tugging on his belt and unlatching the clasp on his trousers. It felt like I was opening a Christmas present while struggling to undo the buttons on his shirt.
Our mouths sensually crushed together as my dress and his shirt and pants fell to the floor and created a small pile of clothes between us. The soft, gentle, jazz music seemed to fade into the background as we hungrily looked over each other's bodies.
I looked into his eyes and reached behind my back to unclasp the latch on my bra.
"Oh, God," he said in appreciation as my large 36D breasts were released from the red, silk fabric.
I giggled and tugged on his black boxers while lowering them down his muscled thighs. Instantly, his large cock sprang free and stood at attention. He looked to be just a bit longer than my husband's. The very noticeable difference though was Don's large, mushroom shaped head and his girth was definitely thicker than John's.
"God, Lisa, your breasts are perfect."
A little blush broke over my face.
"Thank you," I said shyly, "but you should have seen the girls a few years ago."
"They're perfect, and I wouldn't change a thing."
Jill had much smaller breasts than I did. However, even after three kids, hers were perky and had absolutely no sag and I was always a bit envious of them. Regardless, I was happy he appreciated how I looked.
Playfully, I pushed him back onto the bed and stood before him. Slowly, I slid my little, red, silk thong down my tanned thighs.
"Oh, Jesus," he muttered in appreciation while his eyes traveled up and down my naked body.
I smiled seductively while he continued to drink my body in.
"I love that little landing strip."
Two days earlier I'd visited the 'Pretty Kitty' salon on St. Rose Parkway and received a Brazilian wax in preparation for this evening. Even though it left acres of smooth, hairless skin on my vulva exposed, a small, light-blonde strip of hair remained right above my vagina and it made me feel very sexy.
Wordlessly, I took a couple steps forward and slid into the bed with him and moved my body on top of his. My mouth immediately found his and we kissed hard while I pressed my breasts up against his chest.
He moved his hands to my ass and gently began to squeeze my cheeks while our tongues played inside each other's mouths. He had such strong hands and I loved the way he touched me. They felt powerful, yet gentle and sensual as he kneaded my flesh.
I broke our erotic embrace and moved my mouth to his neck and started to kiss, and gently lick his delicate skin. Slowly, I slid my body down his and planted little kisses on his chest.
I heard his heavy, labored breathing when I took each of his nipples into my mouth and sucked and gently bit the hard, little nubs of flesh.
"God, that feels so good," he moaned.
His eyes were closed tight and it was almost as if he'd gone off into another world.
I kissed and licked lower leaving a small saliva trail over his hard stomach until I reached his navel. I dipped my tongue inside his belly button several times until a small pool of my saliva collected there.
I inhaled deeply smelling his manly, musky scent. Smells always excited me and his smell was no different.
I moved my mouth further south until my tongue played in his trimmed, light-brown pubic hair. There was a large dollop of pre-cum on the head of his cock and a small pool of it had also collected on his stomach.
One of his hands sensually ran through my hair as I collected the small pool from his stomach and swallowed it. Then, I took his shaft in my hand and slowly began to stroke him. Immediately, a little moan escaped from his lips.
"Tell me what you want, baby," I cooed seductively.
"Your mouth... put your mouth on me," he moaned.
"You want my hot, wet mouth on you?" I teased.
"Oh, God... Yes, Lisa... please."
I moved lower, nestling myself between his open legs. Then, I took his shaft back into my hand at the base and squeezed. Slowly, I ran my hand up his cock and another large dollop of pre-cum formed on the head. I extended my tongue and ran the tip through the pee slit, collecting the fluid and swallowing it.
He gently ran his hands through my hair again as I opened my mouth and let my saliva luxuriously drip onto his throbbing cock. A deep, guttural moan escaped his lips when I took him into my mouth.
It was a disparate feeling, having a man in my mouth who wasn't my husband. Even though I'd given head many times in the past, this time felt singularly distinctive. After so many years of being with the same man, belonging to the same man; and now, being with someone else... it was a new and different sensation I couldn't fully square in my mind.
I relaxed my throat and took him deeper into my mouth. I heard his moans and pants growing increasingly louder while I moved him in and out of my mouth. Raucous slurping sounds were coming from between his legs.
"Jesus, it feels so good," he murmured lustfully.
I moved both of my hands up to his chest and continued to work him in and out of my mouth. Then, his breathing changed and he was climbing. Tenderly, I let his cock slip out of my mouth to settle him down.
I looked up from between his legs and a big smile broke over his face.
"You're... ummm... pretty good at that," he said blithely.
"I've had a little practice," I said playfully.
"Yeah... I can... Oh... God..."
He wasn't able to finish his sentence when I took him back into my mouth, down to the root. I never had much of a gag reflex and it was one of my more charming attributes my husband had always appreciated. Regardless, it was fun to show off a little, every now and then.
He was deep in the back of my throat and I picked up the pace, working him quicker in and out of my mouth. After about a minute or so, I heard those telltale signs again, he was rapidly climbing and getting closer.
"Lisa... I'm going to..."
Undeterred, I formed a tight seal with my lips around the head of his cock and remained motionless. I felt his ass lift off the mattress and he began to thrust which sent his shaft deep into my throat. A few seconds later, volley after volley of semen squirted into my mouth. Once the powerful jets began to subside, I took a little breath and swallowed.
While he recovered, I gently ran my tongue up and down his length, collecting the few last drops of semen that I missed. I looked up from between his legs and little smiles broke across our faces and I swallowed one more time.
He pulled me to him and we kissed passionately. My husband always had a problem kissing me after I went down on him, but Don had no such proclivity. His hands roamed up and down my body while our tongues delicately danced together inside each other's mouths.
Playfully, he rolled me onto my back, slid up against me, and I felt his hard body press against mine. He leaned in and kissed me again, hard, while his hands gently kneaded my breasts. Then, I felt one hand move down, between my legs and his fingers slid over the wet lips of my vagina.
I let out a deep, low moan when his fingers entered me. He continued to kiss me while his fingers probed deeper inside my pussy.
"God, you're so wet," he moaned huskily into my mouth.
He broke our kiss and smoothly slid down my body. I opened my long legs and he nestled between them. Gently, I ran my hand through short, blond hair, encouraging him to proceed further. Teasingly, he moved his mouth over the inside of my thighs. He was licking, sucking, and gently biting the delicate flesh.
Little shivers went down my spine when he ran his tongue over the little hairs on my landing strip. He seemed to be a master at the art of the tease because his mouth was just inches above where I wanted it.
I let out a little groan when he took several pubic hairs between his teeth and lightly pulled on them. Then, he looked up from between my legs.
"You're so anxious, so needy, aren't you?" He said impishly.
I shot him a little smile.
"Get to work, boy," I said flirtatiously.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head when he sunk his tongue deep inside me.
"Oh... Jesus..."
He wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me motionless while his tongue continued to probe deep inside me.
"God, Don... yeah... just like that," I moaned.
Loud, lewd, slurping sounds were emanating from between my legs. I ran my hand through his hair again and then closed my eyes, concentrating on his mouth.
Then, he moved his hands up to my breasts and began to sensually knead them. Once my thighs were released from his tight grip, I started to grind my pelvis into his open mouth. Before I knew it, little telltale tingles radiated from the pit of my stomach.
Just as I was beginning to climb, he withdrew his tongue from my pussy. I looked down, and our eyes met. His face was covered in my secretions.
A little grin broke over his sodden face.
"I love how wet you get."
"Giving blowjobs always does that to me," I admitted sheepishly.
He collected some of the wetness off the inside of my thighs and licked his fingers clean.
"I'll have to remember that."
"Oh... God..."
Without warning, his mouth latched onto my clit and he made little circles over it with the tip of his tongue. Instantly, I began climbing again and he wrapped his arms around my thighs, effectively holding me still.
It was as if I was lying on a beach and wave after wave was crashing into me as a very powerful orgasm rocked my body to its very core.
As I was coming down from the peak, I felt his tongue lick over my inner thighs again. I found it very erotic how much he loved the way I tasted.
I looked down, and our eyes met again.
"I want more," I said huskily.
"You're a very greedy little girl, are you?" He teased.
"Maybe I just like you."
He ran his hand sensually over my stomach.
"What if I want more, too?"
"Get on your back, then," I said flirtatiously.
He flipped over onto his back and I slid one of my legs over his torso and sat on his stomach, straddling him. It had been so long since I'd been in the "sixty-nine" position. It was something John and I rarely did because we preferred concentrating on 'giving or getting' and not doing the oral sex act simultaneously. However, like everything else Don and I had done this evening, it felt new and fresh.
I slid back until my pussy was pressed up against his waiting mouth. Then, I grasped his cock firmly at the base and stroked him until I had a rock-hard erection in my hand. As I took him into my mouth, a surge of electricity radiated throughout my body. His mouth made contact with my vagina and I felt his tongue lick around my vaginal lips before he pressed it inside me.
In that moment, I remembered why the "sixty-nine" position was so frustrating. I found it very difficult to keep him in my mouth while he was pleasuring me. I did my best to fellate him while he continued to lick me. As his mouth pushed me closer to the edge, his cock slipped out of my mouth and I let out a low moan.
He wrapped his arms around my thighs and moved his tongue upward and began to flick it over my asshole. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit.
"Oh, God... Yeah, Don... Just like that..." I cooed.
Gently, he eased his tongue inside my puckered hole. The additional stimulus sent me over the edge and my body shook uncontrollably as a violent orgasm overwhelmed me.
When my senses were back about me, I extended my tongue and gently licked over the large, bulbous head, teasing him. Just as I was about to take him back into my mouth, he playfully rolled me onto my back and then turned so we were facing each other. I looked up and he took his cock into his hand and slowly stroked it.
"Tell me what you want," he said huskily.
"I want you inside me, Don."
I opened my legs depravedly wide for him.
"My what, Lisa?"
He loved teasing me, toying with me.
"Your big cock," I said lustfully.
"Do you know how long I've wanted you, how long I've wanted to hear you say those words?"
"I know."
He moved closer and slid between my open legs. I reached up and rubbed his chest while he took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head up and down my wet slit. I felt it rest against my aperture as he slowly pushed himself inside of me.
Amidst the hedonistic, lustful feelings of that moment, a sense of uneasiness washed over me. It had been so long since I'd been with another man, I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel...
Guilt? Elation? Fear? Exhilaration?
All those thoughts and my self doubts melted away into the background as he opened and filled me. I put my hands on his chest as he moved closer to me until our bodies sensually touched.
At a snail's pace, he began to move inside me. He looked down, our eyes met, and he leaned in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck while our tongues played inside each other's mouths.
"Put your weight on me," I moaned.
I'm not sure why I said it. I wanted his hard body on mine. I wanted him to push me into the mattress. I wanted our sweat to mix. I wanted to lose myself in him and become one with him.
His mouth moved to my neck sending shivers through my body. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling him in even closer. He moved so slowly on top of me, grinding himself into me deeper.
"God... You feel so good..." I moaned.
His thick cock perfectly caressed my clit and pushed me closer. Sweat was dripping off his body and sensually mixing with mine. Despite his weight pushing me down, I was able to move underneath him and meet his slow, gentle thrusts. I tightened my legs around him and felt his muscled chest lasciviously crushing my breasts.
"Just a bit more, Don," I said between heavy, labored breaths.
His lips met mine and he kissed me hard just as my body began to shake and convulse in orgasm. As I was recovering, he whimsically rolled us over which put me on top and him on his back. Somehow, he managed to stay inside me.
"Ride me," he said while looking up, into my eyes.
I always loved this position. Being on top gave me control to adjust the angle and speed. I placed my hand on his chest and began to slowly grind my pussy on him.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on his cock which was deep inside me. As I slowly rotated my hips, I squeezed the muscles in my vagina, milking him.
Instantly, his breathing changed and he began climbing. I leaned in and kissed him roughly and then gently bit his lower lip.
"Are you gonna come for me, Don?"
I squeezed him harder.
"Oh, God... Oh, God..." He moaned.
It was as if the ability to speak had been taken from him.
He cried out when I raked my fingernails across his chest leaving long, painful-looking red marks.
"Are you going to let it go for me?" I seductively cooed.
"I can't hold it back, I can't hold it back," he panted.
I adjusted the angle so the base of his thick cock rubbed perfectly against my clit and I immediately began to climb, then leaned down and licked a large pool of sweat from his neck.
"Let it go, baby, I want to feel it," I murmured into his ear.
I felt powerful jets of semen squirt inside me. Seconds later, a powerful orgasm washed over me and I collapsed on top of him. While I regained my breath, he lost rigidity and slipped out me.
It took a full minute for our breathing to slow and return to normal. I slid off him and snuggled up against him in post-coital bliss. I loved his hard body pressed up against mine.
"That was... umm... really good..." he said as he moved his hand leisurely over my ass.
"Oh, you know... it was okay."
I tried to keep a straight face for as long as I could, but I didn't last long and broke out into a little giggle.
"You like messing with me, huh?"
I leaned in and gave him a soft, wet kiss.
"I love messing with you, and you're right, it was really good."
There were a few moments of comfortable silence while we basked in the glow.
"Can I ask you something?" he said hesitantly.
"Of course."
"Why did you and John decide to do this?"
I looked into his eyes and slowly ran my hand over his chest.
"We wanted to liven things up and we both agreed this was a good way to do it and... you know... try something new."
"I have a hard time believing it would ever not be exciting with you."
A little blush broke over my face.
"You're very spoiled," I said teasingly, "Jill's let you be with a different woman once a month for the past four years."
"I consider myself extremely fortunate, this month."
"All of the women here are so beautiful though."
"Yes, but they're not all..."
"Not all what?"
He paused for a moment... it was as if he was trying to choose his words carefully.
"Not all the women are as open as you are."
A little smile broke over my face.
"Open... now just what does that mean?"
He squirmed a little at my gentle teasing.
"I could use a bottle of water, what about you?"
"That sounds good."
I watched as he got up out of bed and grabbed two bottles of water that were on the dresser. He had such a cute, tight bottom and I loved the way the tip of his cock swayed and touched his thighs when he walked.
He opened the bottles, handed me one, and slipped back into bed beside me.
"Now where were we?" I said while seductively running my hand over his muscled chest, "open... we were talking about just how open I am."
"There's no way you're going to let me change the subject, is there?"
I grinned.
"No way at all."
He took a moment to collect his thoughts.
"A couple of the women make their partners use condoms and..."
"And?"
"Swallowing is something of a rarity."
"Oh... so open means slutty?"
"It means you're going to be very, very popular with the guys here."
I snuggled up closer and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.
"Maybe I did get caught up in the moment," I said in reflection.
"Don't let anyone ever tell you-you're not good in bed, Lisa."
"I don't think anyone ever has," I said shyly.
We took a sip of our waters.
"Since we're dishing and sharing, whose your favorite here?" I asked.
"My favorite is Jill, of course."
We both laughed.
"Yes... of course you have to say that. Who's your second favorite then?"
"Before tonight, I'd have to say, Elle Wilson."
He leaned in and gave me a little kiss and gently squeezed my bottom.
"But that changed?"
"Let's just say you raised the bar."
We leaned in and shared a hot, passionate kiss and I was able to see the bedside clock. It was 11:30 which meant we only had about a half hour left. He kissed me again and his erection pressed into my thigh giving me a not-so-subtle hint.
"You want another go?" I said teasingly.
"Would you like that?"
I definitely wanted him again, but I felt his semen seeping out of me. Normally, I would have showered before engaging in sex a second time. However, the clock was ticking and time was of the essence.
"I'm a mess, down there... are you sure?"
He ran his hand over my breast and lightly squeezed.
"I'm okay with it if you are."
I turned over, facing away from him.
"Let's try it like this."
He slid against me and I felt the head resting against my bottom. He put his hand back on my breast and eased himself into my pussy.
"God, you feel so good," he moaned.
Slowly, he began to move inside me. My thighs were nearly closed and his cock felt so big in this position. We moved together effortlessly, as one, taking our time, and enjoying the moment.
I reached behind me and rested my hand on his ass while he continued to move in and out of me. I loved the way he felt. His long, smooth thrusts were quickly pushing me over the edge. I reached down, between my legs, and rubbed my clit while squeezing his girth with the muscles in my vagina. Immediately, he picked up the pace and started pounding me harder.
"I can't hold it back, Lisa... I'm there..."
I squeezed his cock hard and luxuriously strummed my clit. Just as the waves of my orgasm washed over me, I felt powerful jets of semen flood the walls of my pussy.
After a minute or so, our breathing returned to normal. In that moment, I wanted to spend the rest of the night with him, but I knew that was an impossibility.
"You know, I think we're pretty good at this," he said.
I flipped back over, facing him and broke into a little grin.
"We're way too good at this."
We exchanged a soft, passionate kiss and I glanced at the bedside clock.
"I guess it's about that time," I said grudgingly.
"Unfortunately, it is."
"So what's the odds of you pulling my key next month?"
He smiled.
"Not as good as I'd like."
We shared another soft kiss before getting out of bed. Thankfully, there was a small bathroom inside our bedroom and I was able to clean up a little before getting dressed. Hand in hand, we made our way back to the great room and joined the rest of the group just before the stroke of midnight.
I couldn't help but smile as I surveyed the scene. All of the other women's hair looked a bit disheveled, just like mine, and the 'freshly-fucked' looks on all their faces were very evident.
I gave Don's hand a little squeeze.
"I hope this happens again, very soon," I said.
"Me too, Lisa."
I released his hand and walked over toJohnwho was saying his 'goodbyes' to Margot. She shot me a knowing smile before walking over to her husband. After bidding the group a goodnight, we walked outside and got into our car.
"So, how was your night?" I asked shyly.
A big smile broke over his face.
"Oh, it was okay... how was yours?"
We both laughed.
"It was... okay too."
"We have a lot to talk about, don't we?" he said.
"Yes, we do."
There were a few moments of comfortable silence while he started the car.
"Are we going to do this again, next month?" he asked hesitantly.
I leaned in and kissed him hard while running my hand over the bulge in the front of his pants.
"I'll think about it."
I took a sip of my water and used my towel to soak up some of the sweat that was dripping off my body after our intense workout.
"It's not. I'm probably making it sound worse than what it really is."
Sometimes I was prone to exaggeration when I wasn't in a good mood.
"We're just in a rut, that's all," I added.
"And you guys have been married for what... four years?"
"Four years last month."
My best friend Jill thought for a moment.
"The same thing happened with Don and me, it's easy to lose that spark in the bedroom."
"The kids take up so much of our time."
I looked around the small cafe at our gym and ensured we were alone and couldn't be overheard.
"On most nights, by the time we get the kids into bed we're too tired to have sex, and when we do muster up the energy it feels like we're just going through the motions."
Our daughter Monique was eighteen months and our son David just turned three. I hated to admit it, but it was like they sapped every sexual impulse out of our marriage.
Regardless, I loved my children dearly and I knew that it was unfair to blame them for our lack-luster sex life.
"What have you tried to put a little spice back into the bedroom, Lisa?" she asked.
Even though we were alone, I leaned in to make sure we wouldn't be overheard, I guess out of habit.
"I thought about buying more lingerie, or maybe even a new sex toy, but I'm not sure that's enough."
She went silent and I saw the wheels spinning in her mind.
"Maybe I can make a suggestion," she said hesitantly.
"At this point, I'm open to anything."
"You have to swear this will stay between us."
This sounded juicy.
"You know you can trust me."
She smiled.
"I know I can."
She thought for a moment.
"Have you ever considered opening up your marriage?"
My jaw dropped open in shock.
"You mean like... swinging?"
"Yes."
My mind drifted back.
"A long time ago... when we first got married, we talked about it, but our lives are so much different now."
I sat in reflection for a moment.
"I'm a kindergarten teacher and John just got a promotion at his law firm. We're professionals, and if something like that got out, it would severely damage both of our careers. I don't think that's a viable option."
"What if no one were to find out about it, would it be an option then?"
A little smile broke across my face.
"Just what are you suggesting here... what are you not telling me?"
"There is a little group in our neighborhood... we call it the Key Club."
"Ummm... Okay..."
I waited semi-patiently for her to continue.
"The Millers, the Smiths, The Wilsons, and the Browns..."
"And the Felders?"
She smiled.
"Yes, we're in it too."
"So basically everyone who was at the Christmas party?"
"Yes."
When we graduated from UNLV four years ago, we moved into the fairly exclusive neighborhood of Lake Las Vegas and I met Jill at the gym in our gated community. She introduced me to all her friends and we were quickly accepted into their little circle. They invited us to dinner parties, pool parties, and Christmas soirees. All the couples also had young children so we celebrated their birthdays together as well. They were 'couples' friends who John and I got along with very well. Up to this point, it all seemed very benign; but obviously, there was another side to this group that we knew nothing about.
"What exactly goes on at these Key Parties?" I asked.
"We put our car keys into a bowl. Then, the guys randomly pull a keyring out of the dish and... well... you know..."
I tried to hide the shocked look on my face as the reality of what she was telling me hit me like a brick to the side of the head.
"Sex?"
"Of course, silly."
It was so much for me to try to take in. Larry Smith was on the school board, Kristin Brown was a neurosurgeon, Ed Wilson was a principal at a very prominent high school in Henderson... they were all 'power couples' in our community... and they were doing this?
"Where does this take place?"
"At the Brown's," she said matter-of-factly.
Robert and Kristin Brown had the largest house in our gated community. It was more like a mansion, really. He was an investment banker and she, of course, was a doctor. They had money but were very 'Down to Earth' and never acted like they were above anyone else and I got along with her very well.
"I don't know what to make out of any of this," I said honestly, "I'm still trying to wrap my mind around everything you've been telling me."
"It's just something to think about."
"Would they even... you know... want us there?" I asked incredulously.
"We all want you there... I just never knew how to broach this with you."
She paused for a moment.
"You and John come across as very 'straight-laced' and we didn't even know if you'd be interested."
I grinned.
"So what you're saying is we're two prudes?"
She giggled.
"Well... it's a very... ummm... 'libertine' group and none of us want to make you feel uncomfortable. We all enjoy your company and we don't want anything to change, even if you decide it isn't right for you."
My head still felt like it was spinning from all this new-found information.
"When do you meet?"
"The first Friday of every month."
I looked at my watch. Today was the tenth so we had some time.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"What's it like?"
She thought for a moment.
"We meet at eight and have drinks, that kind of loosens everyone up. Then, at nine, the guys choose the keys... and we wrap everything up by midnight."
My eyes got wide.
"So everyone splits up?"
"Yes... once the keys are chosen, the couples go into separate rooms and... you know."
It was so much to try to take in and process.
"I haven't been naked in front of another man for so long... I don't even know what I'd do."
She grinned.
"I think you'd figure it out pretty quickly."
"And they'd really want us there?"
A stunned look broke across her face.
"Of course they would... have you looked in a mirror lately?"
My face broke into a bright, embarrassed ember. I'd worked so hard in the gym to shed the last ten pounds of 'baby weight' and I'd finally gotten back down to my pre-pregnancy goal of one-thirty. I hated that my large breasts had a slight sag and they weren't quite as perky as they were when I was in college. Unfortunately, breastfeeding two kids has that effect. Nonetheless, I watched what I ate and put in the time on the elliptical machine and free-weights and it showed.
"All of the guys are very interested in you, Lisa and... well, you know...John is pretty easy on the eyes as well."
That didn't surprise me. My husband was tall and very handsome. All of my friends in college were after him and were very envious when we got together.
"I have no idea what John would think of this."
"Just talk to him and see if he thinks it's right for your marriage."
- - - - -
That night, we'd finally got the kids down for the evening and John and me were lying in bed. He was flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch and I was pretending to read a book.
How the hell do I even bring this up?
"Can we talk?" I asked hesitantly.
He hit the button on the remote and turned off the TV.
"Sure, what's up?"
I took a deep breath.
"Things have been a little... ummm... slow... in the bedroom lately. We need to figure out how to spice things up."
An embarrassed look broke across his face and he thought for a moment.
"I was thinking... maybe... I don't know... if we watched some porn, would that be a way to add a spark?"
"That might work, I guess."
We watched porn quite often when we first got married and it resulted in some hot sessions. He loved porn, and I knew he viewed it when I was at work so I wasn't surprised at his idea to recharge our lack-luster sex life.
"Hey, I'm open to any suggestions you have."
"Any suggestion?"
"Of course, I know we need some fresh ideas here and I'm open to... you know... whatever you think would help."
"Promise that you'll keep an open mind... okay?"
"Of course," he said nonchalantly.
Shit... here goes...
I spent the next several minutes telling John about my morning workout with Jill and everything she divulged about our seemingly innocuous group of friends.
There was a full minute of silence as he processed my words. The same brick that hit me in the head earlier that day had found its way to him. Finally, he collected his thoughts and spoke.
"This isn't bullshit, they really do this every month?"
"I've known Jill for four years, I know she's not lying to me."
"It's just that it's very... well... extreme."
He paused for a moment.
"My other idea was checking out a strip club... but I was afraid to bring it up because I didn't want to piss you off... but swinging... you and I actually fucking other people?"
"I'd be open to going to a strip club with you, I guess. I've never been to one."
He laughed.
"Forget the strip club, what you're suggesting is like ten rungs up the ladder from that."
"I agree with you, it's extreme."
"Lisa... honestly... is this something you want?"
I looked him in the eye.
"Okay... right here, right now. If we're going to talk about this and... you know... even consider it, the first thing that we have to agree to is being totally honest with each other. We have to be able to say anything and not have any hurt feelings over it... can we do that?"
"Yes, we can."
"Okay then. I haven't been able to think about anything else since she told me what they do this morning."
A look of shock broke over his face.
"And yes... I think it's something we need to discuss and consider," I added.
"That surprises me, I guess."
"We talked about it right after we got married, you remember that, right?"
"Of course I remember... but we were... we were just kids... it seems like a million years ago."
He reflected for a moment.
"We have children, careers, a mortgage."
"We're twenty-six and we already have one foot in the grave?"
He laughed.
"I guess sometimes it feels like it."
"It feels the same way to me too... don't you want to do something about it?"
"Let's think this through for a moment. What would happen if we did this and it got out... it would ruin both of our careers."
"They've been doing this right under our nose for the last four years and we had no idea... I'd say that's the very definition of discreet."
"True."
There was a full minute of silence as we reflected on each other's words.
"Total honesty, right?"
"Total honesty," I repeated.
"The thought of you being with another man turns me on, it always has."
"Does it?"
"Yes."
"I know there'd be a little jealousy, but I can handle it. It would be like a gift we'd be giving to each other," I said.
"If we are going to consider this... really consider it... then there have to be some ground rules," he said.
"Okay... shoot."
"For starters... nothing can ever happen outside of Friday night."
"I agree... nothing ever on the side, nothing in secret."
I continued...
"This is something I could handle, but only if I knew about it in advance. If you were ever with anyone else, John, and I found out about it later, I would be devastated."
"Exactly, no surprises, and no secrets."
I thought for a moment before adding a rule of my own.
"I'd want to hear about it... everything you did, everything she wanted."
"Really?"
"Yes... like a debrief afterward."
"That's kinda... Hot."
"We'd have to be able to communicate about everything that happened when we were apart... again, no secrets."
"I like that."
I gently rubbed his thigh while we spoke.
"We'd need to use this as a tool to strengthen our marriage, this has to enhance our sex lives, not take the place of it," he added.
I nodded my head in agreement. So many different thoughts and emotions were flooding my brain, it was difficult making sense of them all.
"Okay... another rule," I said. "No feelings of any kind. If we did this, it would be sex and only sex; if either of us started to feel anything for anyone we were with, then it stops, for both of us."
"Agreed... that goes without saying."
We both took a moment to reflect on each other's words. The sexual tension in the air was thick. It was something that had been missing in our bedroom for years and it felt good to have it back. My hand moved from his thigh to his blood engorged cock and I gently began stroking him.
"Okay... another rule... and this is a big one."
He was taking short little sips of breath as I moved my hand up and down his shaft.
"On those Friday nights, for as long as we choose to do this, for those three hours, there are no limits and anything goes."
I could barely hear myself talk over his deep, labored breaths while I continued to stroke his cock.
"I can't do this if you make me feel guilty about it later, and for those three hours, I'll give you that same freedom."
He took me by surprise by rolling over on top of me. As I tried to get my large, sleeper T-shirt off, he reached down to my thong and tore it off my body. Once I was naked, we both tugged and pulled at his boxers until we'd removed them and I felt his hard shaft pressing against my thigh. My pussy felt like a warm, wet, humid, swamp and I was more than ready for him.
"Put your cock inside me, baby," I moaned huskily.
He took his penis in his hand and moved it so the head was rubbing up and down against the lips of my vagina. In one long, fluid motion, he pushed himself inside me which simultaneously opened and filled me.
"Do you want other men inside this pussy?" he said as he slowly moved in and out of me.
I ran my long fingernails over his back, scratching him, hard.
"I want other cocks, baby," I cooed into his ear.
I wrapped my long legs around his torso and pulled him deeper into me until our bodies sensually ground together.
"Which woman do you want to fuck first," I panted. "Whose keys do you want to pull out of that bowl?"
I felt him moving slowly in and out of me. I had to admit, his cock felt strangely different. We'd made love thousands of times, but for whatever reason, it felt like we were fucking anew.
"Jill... I want Jill, first."
I leaned up and bit his shoulder which caused him to grunt and cry out.
"What do you like about her... tell me..." I said huskily.
"I love her dark, brunette hair... and that sexy, tight body... I want to tear her up."
"She's so beautiful, isn't she, baby..." I moaned.
"I've wanted her from the second you introduced me."
He was moving so slowly inside me, teasing me, toying with me... pushing me closer to going over the edge.
"I know she wants you too, she wants to find out what your cock feels like."
I reached down and slowly began to rub my clit.
"I see how those men look at you at those parties. They undress you with their eyes, I love all those lustful, desirous stares."
"You've noticed that too, honey?" I moaned.
"I've always noticed that," he said between grunts.
"And you want to share me with them, baby?"
I rubbed the hard, little nub between my legs, pushing me closer.
"I want to share my sexy, hot wife with them. I want them to know what I have."
My orgasm hit almost without warning and my body shook uncontrollably. Thankfully, John was able to maintain control and continued to fuck me while I released.
When I recovered, I looked into his eyes.
"Tell me what you want to do with her, John."
"I want to taste her, I want to know what her fine pussy tastes like."
He picked up the pace and I squeezed the muscles of my vagina hard around his engorged cock.
"She'd be so wet for you, she'd think of you and your cock when she's with her husband, you know that, right?"
"Oh God, Lisa.... Oh, God..."
He re-positioned himself, which changed the angle, and his cock perfectly caressed my clit and I started to climb again.
"Can you feel her... can you feel her tight, little pussy stretched around your cock?"
Just as I felt his semen squirt inside me, my world went dark as another powerful orgasm washed over my body. When I came down from the peak and regained control, John collapsed on top of me and our combined sweat mixed sensually together.
He rolled over to my side and I felt his cock lose its rigidity and slip out of me. Our limbs erotically tangled together and we held each other tight.
"We're really going to do this, aren't we Lisa?"
I smiled.
"Yes, we are."
We made love two more times that night, something we hadn't done since we met our sophomore year of college. Over the next three weeks, we had sex every night and teased each other with our fantasies. We talked about which of our friends we wanted most and whose Key we hoped would be chosen. There was a renewed sense of passion and invigoration in our marriage that had been absent for so long. We felt like newlyweds again and there were times when we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I only hoped the reality of our first Friday evening would meet our high expectations.
- - - - -
I checked my look in the mirror one last time and applied a bit more gloss until my lips sparkled. Then, I saw John's reflection in the mirror as he moved in behind me.
"Do I look okay?" I asked sheepishly.
"You'll be the hottest woman there."
I smiled.
"I wish."
He shot me a playful look.
"I know."
My eyes ran up and down my reflection in the mirror. Jill told me that all of the women dressed up a bit for the evening so I chose to wear a tight, black, Bodycon mini-dress. The hem of the short little frock rested several inches above my knees and contrasted perfectly with my long, blonde flowing hair that I chose to wear down. I matched the little dress with a pair of black, four-inch ankle strap pumps. I'd also painted the nails on my fingers and toes a deep, blood red to add a small pop of color.
"You clean up really nice yourself, counselor."
He grinned.
"Thank you."
I wanted him to dress up a bit too so I purchased a pair of tight, black pants, a crisp pressed, white dress shirt, and matching, black evening jacket for him to wear. With the four-inch heels, I was nearly at his six-foot, two-inch height and I had to admit, we looked really good together.
I felt him run his hand up the side of my thigh.
"Oh, you did decide to wear panties."
"I wore a thong, honey. I don't want panty-lines and not much else is going to fit under this dress."
"It's still hot to fantasize that you're naked underneath that sexy, little dress."
I'd hoped to project a sexy, self-assured confidence; but inside, I was shivering, nervous mess and my husband could very easily see through the shallow facade.
"It's not too late, we can still back out you know."
"I'll be okay once I'm there, around our friends. This is the tough part, the excitement, and anticipation of knowing what's to come."
True to form,John wasn't nervous in the slightest and his confident demeanor helped steady me.
"Are you sure the kids will be okay?" I asked.
"Of course they will. I told my mother I'd pick them up first thing in the morning and she was delighted to have some extra time with them."
He grinned.
"Last chance to call this off."
"No... We're doing this, baby... Let's go."
Before I change my mind.
- - - - -
It was a short drive up the block to the Brown's house. Their residence was at the far end of a cul de sac and afforded them much more privacy than most of their neighbors.
It felt as if my knees were knocking together uncontrollably as we walked up the ceramic paver steps. John wrapped his arm around my torso and held me tight while his other hand knocked on their ornate, front door.
"Stop fidgeting honey, you look beautiful."
I hadn't even noticed, but I was pulling at the hem of my short, little dress as if more material would magically appear.
The door opened and Robert Brown stood in front of us.
"It's so great to see both of you, please come in," he said after vigorously shaking John's hand. As I passed him, he gave me a big hug. "We're so happy you joined us this evening."
A few seconds later his wife, Kristin, approached us and gave John and me another big hug.
"We're so happy to have you here tonight, honey."
Her warm greeting put me at ease and I immediately felt the tension leaving my body.
"Thank you so much for having us," I said shyly.
She looked into my eyes and smiled.
"There's nothing to be nervous about, you're among friends."
I took a moment to take in my surroundings. We'd been to their place several times before, but it was as if I was seeing it for the first time. We were standing in an immense foyer that had two winding staircases that went to the upper floors. There were two white, polished marble pillars in the center of the room that perfectly matched the white marble floor. I also noticed very expensive looking Renaissance paintings on the wall that went perfectly with the classic, French style crown moldings.
"What can I get you both to drink?" She asked politely.
"I'd take a Jack Daniels, neat," John said.
"You'd better make mine a double."
She grinned.
"Everyone else is in the great room, Robert will take you there."
We followed him to their great room and found the rest of the members of the "Key Club" talking, laughing, and joking with each other. I had to admit, it felt like any other of the dozen or so parties we'd attended over the years. However, I did notice that the other women were wearing short, little dresses and skirts that were similar to mine.
When everyone saw us enter the room, the conversations abruptly stopped and they came over and greeted John and me and gave us kisses on the cheek and big hugs. They all told us how happy they were to see us and how glad they were that we decided to join the group. Their warm, friendly welcome immediately put me at ease.
Once the greetings began to peter out, the couples broke up into small groups and continued their conversations. Jill pulled John and me to the side and gave us both another round of big hugs.
"I'm so glad both of you made it," she said.
"It was difficult dragging John out of the house tonight, but I managed."
He shot me a playful grin.
"Yeah right."
A few seconds later Robert escorted John over to some of the other men and they began talking about 'guy things,' I surmised.
"How are you doing, a little nervous, maybe?" she asked.
"I was a mess earlier," I admitted, "but I'm calming down a bit now."
"I know, the first time is the toughest, but you'll have a fun night, I promise."
Kristin approached us and handed me my drink.
"How's she doing? Kristin asked Jill.
"She's doing good, a little nervous I think, but that's to be expected."
Kristin took my hand and squeezed it.
"We're all so excited to have you both here, honey," she said warmly. "We hoped you'd join us for so long now, it's going to be a fun night."
"I'm really excited about it, honestly."
She flashed me another bright smile.
"I've been relegated to the role of waitress tonight so I'd better make another round and freshen up everyone's drinks. I'll check on you in a couple of minutes."
Before I knew it, she was off taking more drink orders.
"She's always the consummate hostess," Jill said.
"She's always been so sweet and friendly, I really like her."
We each took a sip of our drinks and surveyed the room.
"So... who are you hoping pulls your key?"
I broke into a little smile.
"I honestly don't know, I like it being up to the luck of the draw."
"Well, hopefully, no fistfights break out with the guys over pulling your key."
My eyes got wide and she broke out in a fit of laughter.
"I'm just teasing... but there's a little truth to that... Your key in high demand."
"I doubt that," I said skeptically.
"You'd better know that, girl. They all want you."
My face broke into a little blush.
"See how they're looking at you, sneaking glances. They're already with you in their minds."
I scanned the room and a couple of the men's eyes met mine. During the previous parties we'd attended, eye contact was very subtle, but not tonight. Their stares lingered and the looks of lust were very evident.
"They don't hide it very well, do they?"
"Of course they don't... They're guys."
We both giggled and took another sip of our drinks.
"Well, I know at least one man whose very interested in pulling your key," I said.
I watched as she bit her lip, seductively.
"Really, Lisa?"
"Yes... really. Knowing John, I'm sure he's spent the last several hours scheming of a way to 'rig the system' so he can be with you."
I watched as her eyes lustfully traveled over to my husband before looking back into mine.
"Is it okay to admit that I'd be just fine with that?"
I shot her a little smile.
"Yes, it is."
The 'cocktail hour' passed quickly. Jill never left my side as we strolled around the room and talked with the other guests. I felt more at ease as I interacted with my fellow revelers, but I was still nervous enough to put away a second double. While we drank and socialized, the lustful gawking and stares became more pronounced. I couldn't help but mentally size up each of the men and wonder which one I'd shortly be spending the evening with. There wasn't a definite favorite, but there were a couple 'dark horses' in the running.
At about five minutes before nine, John approached Jill and me.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" he said.
"Of course, honey."
He took my hand and we made our way to one of the corners of the room and away from the other guests.
"Are you still nervous?"
"I'm still a bit antsy, but I'm more excited than anything."
"It's not too late, we can still back out, we don't have to do this."
The moisture emanating from between my legs was soaking through my thong.
"I want this, John... more than I've wanted anything, in a long time."
He looked lovingly into my eyes.
"I want to thank you."
"Thank me for what?"
"For bringing it up, for suggesting this... it took a lot of courage."
"I think in some weird way, it's making our marriage stronger."
"I agree, it is."
We shared a soft, romantic kiss and whispered our "I Love You's" in the other's ear.
At precisely nine o'clock, Robert Brown called the group to order and the room went silent. John wrapped his arm around me, and we walked over and rejoined the rest of the guests.
"First and foremost, I'd like to welcome everyone here tonight."
John squeezed me tight against his body as our host continued speaking.
"I'd also like to give a special welcome to the Johnsons who are new to our little group."
A gentle round of applause and even a few funny 'cat-calls' broke out from the group. Additionally, all eyes in the room were on me and my husband.
"All of the keys have been collected and placed into our ceremonial bowl."
He reached down on the table in front of him and held a large, ornate silver basin that reminded me of an urn.
"As per our group's tradition, the newest member will draw the first key."
He looked into my husband's eyes.
"John, will you do us the honor?"
Robert was a very tall man who stood a couple inches over my husband. He held the dish a bit above his head so it was impossible to see down inside. My husband stepped forward and reached into the bowl. Several seconds later, he produced one of the keys.
"Margot Miller, please come forward," Robert said.
The petite, beautiful, busty, red-head on my right made no attempt to hide her giddy excitement as she walked up and took my husband's hand. I noticed the look of disappointment on Jill's face while John and his evening companion stepped to the side so the next man could reach in and draw. Just as I suspected, a slight twinge of jealousy washed over me as I witnessed my husband release her hand and wrap his arm securely around her.
Earlier, I'd learned from Jill that the men had drawn numbers to determine the order in which the rest of the keys would be selected. Robert's voice broke me out of my reflection.
"Andrew, you're up next."
Andy Wilson walked up in front of the group and placed his hand in the bowl and pulled out a key.
I waited with bated breath until the result was announced.
"Maria, please come up."
A big smile broke across Maria Smith's face and she walked up and took her place by Andy's side. From what Jill told me earlier, she was a favorite among the men and it was very easy to see why. She was Hispanic, and the only woman of color at the party. She had light brown, caramel-colored skin and long, black hair. John had confessed to me earlier that she was in his top three.
The wait was excruciating. Two more men reached into the bowl and pulled out keys, but neither had drawn mine. Finally, on the second to the last draw of the evening, the wait was over.
Jill's husband, Don, pulled my keys from the bowl.
"Lisa," Robert said, "please join us."
Instantly, my mind was awash in a myriad of thoughts. Out of all of the men at the party, I knew Don the best because he was John's best friend. Over the past several years, they'd done everything together: played softball, golfed, and watched sports. Additionally, because of my close friendship with Jill, we also did a lot of 'couple' things together with them. We watched each other's kids, went out on double dates, and we'd even spent a weekend in California with them on the beach.
Don was a fun guy and he had a great sense of humor. Looking back, he'd always been a bit flirty with me and there was a slight bit of sexual tension between us and I hoped it would make spending the evening with him easier.
As I was walking forward, I noticed Robert whispering something in Don's ear. When I reached him, he took my hand and we moved to the side, along with the other couples.
Since Robert hadn't drawn yet and there was only one key left in the bowl, the last couple was decided by default.
"Jill, would you please come up and join me," he said.
A smile broke across her face as she walked forward. I knew she had to be a little disappointed that John hadn't pulled her key. However, she told me a couple weeks earlier that the rest of Robert was proportional to his height and she immensely enjoyed spending Friday nights with him.
"Just remember," Robert began, "that all activities need to be concluded by midnight and I hope each of you has a wonderful evening."
Like a rehearsed routine, all of the couples split up and headed for their respective bedrooms. John and I gave each other one last smile before he disappeared from the great room with Margot.
"Are you ready?" Don asked me.
"Yes, I think so," I said shyly.
He wrapped his arm around me and I followed him to one of the bedrooms that were just off the great room. I still had a slight buzz from the alcohol I consumed earlier and despite the liquor, there were still a few jittery butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. Despite the slight nervousness, I also felt calm and relaxed. It was an interesting duality of emotions.
Don opened up the door to the room, and I stepped inside and surveyed my surroundings. The bedroom was quite large and there was an immense, four post bed against the wall on the far side of the room. In front of us was a small table and chairs. There was also the dresser with a large mirror attached to it.
"Would you like to sit down?" he asked.
"Okay."
We sat down across from each other.
"I hope you're not too nervous," he said hesitantly.
"This is all very new to me," I admitted. "I haven't been with another man in a long time."
"You guys don't do this every weekend?"
I giggled.
"I tried to sign us up for the local orgy, but you know... but John is such a prude and all."
A smile broke across his face.
"He's a very lucky man."
A little blush broke over my face and I looked down shyly.
"Jill and I hoped you'd join our little group, and I'm glad you did."
"I have to admit, I'm impressed. It's a really big secret to keep."
"Our privacy is very important to all of us."
There were a few seconds of comfortable silence before I spoke.
"What did Robert whisper in your ear after you drew my key?"
"He told me I was the luckiest man alive."
Our eyes seductively met.
"You never know, maybe I'm horrible in bed."
He shot me a playful look.
"You've kept John's interest for six years and he doesn't even look at other women, so I kinda doubt that."
I looked over his short, blond hair and sparkling blue eyes.
I wanted him, bad.
"Would you like to dance?"
"Okay," I said in a voice barely above a whisper.
He pulled out his cell phone, hit a few buttons, and soft, romantic, jazz music began to play. He extended his hand, I took it, we both stood up, and I slid effortlessly into his arms.
I closed my eyes as we gently swayed together, in perfect unison. My breasts crushed up against his chest and I felt his hands resting on my hips.
Six years... it had been six years since I'd been this close to another man, since another man had held me like this. The myriad of emotions I was experiencing was almost too much to process.
He smelled so fresh and clean. There was a faint, light scent of cologne that lingered in the air around us. I felt his hard, muscled chest pressing up against me. His hands moved lower and began sensually squeezing my bottom. He pulled me closer and I felt his erection rub against my thigh. Our eyes met and our mouths sensually found each other and we shared a hot, passionate kiss.
All pretext of platonic friendship melted away as our tongues erotically explored each other's mouths. He squeezed my ass harder while we worked our tongues together in perfect unison.
As we kissed, I noticed a slight bit of hesitation on his part. I knew he wanted me, but I sensed he was waiting for my approval, a 'go ahead' of sorts, telling him that it was alright to proceed.
I took a small step back which created a little space between us. Slowly, I reached down and rubbed his erection through his pants.
He let out a little grown into my mouth and I felt one of his hands move from my bottom to my back and he unzipped my dress.
While we continued to kiss, I fumbled a bit as I started to unbuckle his belt due to my shaky, unsteady hands. Thankfully, he assisted me by tugging on his belt and unlatching the clasp on his trousers. It felt like I was opening a Christmas present while struggling to undo the buttons on his shirt.
Our mouths sensually crushed together as my dress and his shirt and pants fell to the floor and created a small pile of clothes between us. The soft, gentle, jazz music seemed to fade into the background as we hungrily looked over each other's bodies.
I looked into his eyes and reached behind my back to unclasp the latch on my bra.
"Oh, God," he said in appreciation as my large 36D breasts were released from the red, silk fabric.
I giggled and tugged on his black boxers while lowering them down his muscled thighs. Instantly, his large cock sprang free and stood at attention. He looked to be just a bit longer than my husband's. The very noticeable difference though was Don's large, mushroom shaped head and his girth was definitely thicker than John's.
"God, Lisa, your breasts are perfect."
A little blush broke over my face.
"Thank you," I said shyly, "but you should have seen the girls a few years ago."
"They're perfect, and I wouldn't change a thing."
Jill had much smaller breasts than I did. However, even after three kids, hers were perky and had absolutely no sag and I was always a bit envious of them. Regardless, I was happy he appreciated how I looked.
Playfully, I pushed him back onto the bed and stood before him. Slowly, I slid my little, red, silk thong down my tanned thighs.
"Oh, Jesus," he muttered in appreciation while his eyes traveled up and down my naked body.
I smiled seductively while he continued to drink my body in.
"I love that little landing strip."
Two days earlier I'd visited the 'Pretty Kitty' salon on St. Rose Parkway and received a Brazilian wax in preparation for this evening. Even though it left acres of smooth, hairless skin on my vulva exposed, a small, light-blonde strip of hair remained right above my vagina and it made me feel very sexy.
Wordlessly, I took a couple steps forward and slid into the bed with him and moved my body on top of his. My mouth immediately found his and we kissed hard while I pressed my breasts up against his chest.
He moved his hands to my ass and gently began to squeeze my cheeks while our tongues played inside each other's mouths. He had such strong hands and I loved the way he touched me. They felt powerful, yet gentle and sensual as he kneaded my flesh.
I broke our erotic embrace and moved my mouth to his neck and started to kiss, and gently lick his delicate skin. Slowly, I slid my body down his and planted little kisses on his chest.
I heard his heavy, labored breathing when I took each of his nipples into my mouth and sucked and gently bit the hard, little nubs of flesh.
"God, that feels so good," he moaned.
His eyes were closed tight and it was almost as if he'd gone off into another world.
I kissed and licked lower leaving a small saliva trail over his hard stomach until I reached his navel. I dipped my tongue inside his belly button several times until a small pool of my saliva collected there.
I inhaled deeply smelling his manly, musky scent. Smells always excited me and his smell was no different.
I moved my mouth further south until my tongue played in his trimmed, light-brown pubic hair. There was a large dollop of pre-cum on the head of his cock and a small pool of it had also collected on his stomach.
One of his hands sensually ran through my hair as I collected the small pool from his stomach and swallowed it. Then, I took his shaft in my hand and slowly began to stroke him. Immediately, a little moan escaped from his lips.
"Tell me what you want, baby," I cooed seductively.
"Your mouth... put your mouth on me," he moaned.
"You want my hot, wet mouth on you?" I teased.
"Oh, God... Yes, Lisa... please."
I moved lower, nestling myself between his open legs. Then, I took his shaft back into my hand at the base and squeezed. Slowly, I ran my hand up his cock and another large dollop of pre-cum formed on the head. I extended my tongue and ran the tip through the pee slit, collecting the fluid and swallowing it.
He gently ran his hands through my hair again as I opened my mouth and let my saliva luxuriously drip onto his throbbing cock. A deep, guttural moan escaped his lips when I took him into my mouth.
It was a disparate feeling, having a man in my mouth who wasn't my husband. Even though I'd given head many times in the past, this time felt singularly distinctive. After so many years of being with the same man, belonging to the same man; and now, being with someone else... it was a new and different sensation I couldn't fully square in my mind.
I relaxed my throat and took him deeper into my mouth. I heard his moans and pants growing increasingly louder while I moved him in and out of my mouth. Raucous slurping sounds were coming from between his legs.
"Jesus, it feels so good," he murmured lustfully.
I moved both of my hands up to his chest and continued to work him in and out of my mouth. Then, his breathing changed and he was climbing. Tenderly, I let his cock slip out of my mouth to settle him down.
I looked up from between his legs and a big smile broke over his face.
"You're... ummm... pretty good at that," he said blithely.
"I've had a little practice," I said playfully.
"Yeah... I can... Oh... God..."
He wasn't able to finish his sentence when I took him back into my mouth, down to the root. I never had much of a gag reflex and it was one of my more charming attributes my husband had always appreciated. Regardless, it was fun to show off a little, every now and then.
He was deep in the back of my throat and I picked up the pace, working him quicker in and out of my mouth. After about a minute or so, I heard those telltale signs again, he was rapidly climbing and getting closer.
"Lisa... I'm going to..."
Undeterred, I formed a tight seal with my lips around the head of his cock and remained motionless. I felt his ass lift off the mattress and he began to thrust which sent his shaft deep into my throat. A few seconds later, volley after volley of semen squirted into my mouth. Once the powerful jets began to subside, I took a little breath and swallowed.
While he recovered, I gently ran my tongue up and down his length, collecting the few last drops of semen that I missed. I looked up from between his legs and little smiles broke across our faces and I swallowed one more time.
He pulled me to him and we kissed passionately. My husband always had a problem kissing me after I went down on him, but Don had no such proclivity. His hands roamed up and down my body while our tongues delicately danced together inside each other's mouths.
Playfully, he rolled me onto my back, slid up against me, and I felt his hard body press against mine. He leaned in and kissed me again, hard, while his hands gently kneaded my breasts. Then, I felt one hand move down, between my legs and his fingers slid over the wet lips of my vagina.
I let out a deep, low moan when his fingers entered me. He continued to kiss me while his fingers probed deeper inside my pussy.
"God, you're so wet," he moaned huskily into my mouth.
He broke our kiss and smoothly slid down my body. I opened my long legs and he nestled between them. Gently, I ran my hand through short, blond hair, encouraging him to proceed further. Teasingly, he moved his mouth over the inside of my thighs. He was licking, sucking, and gently biting the delicate flesh.
Little shivers went down my spine when he ran his tongue over the little hairs on my landing strip. He seemed to be a master at the art of the tease because his mouth was just inches above where I wanted it.
I let out a little groan when he took several pubic hairs between his teeth and lightly pulled on them. Then, he looked up from between my legs.
"You're so anxious, so needy, aren't you?" He said impishly.
I shot him a little smile.
"Get to work, boy," I said flirtatiously.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head when he sunk his tongue deep inside me.
"Oh... Jesus..."
He wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me motionless while his tongue continued to probe deep inside me.
"God, Don... yeah... just like that," I moaned.
Loud, lewd, slurping sounds were emanating from between my legs. I ran my hand through his hair again and then closed my eyes, concentrating on his mouth.
Then, he moved his hands up to my breasts and began to sensually knead them. Once my thighs were released from his tight grip, I started to grind my pelvis into his open mouth. Before I knew it, little telltale tingles radiated from the pit of my stomach.
Just as I was beginning to climb, he withdrew his tongue from my pussy. I looked down, and our eyes met. His face was covered in my secretions.
A little grin broke over his sodden face.
"I love how wet you get."
"Giving blowjobs always does that to me," I admitted sheepishly.
He collected some of the wetness off the inside of my thighs and licked his fingers clean.
"I'll have to remember that."
"Oh... God..."
Without warning, his mouth latched onto my clit and he made little circles over it with the tip of his tongue. Instantly, I began climbing again and he wrapped his arms around my thighs, effectively holding me still.
It was as if I was lying on a beach and wave after wave was crashing into me as a very powerful orgasm rocked my body to its very core.
As I was coming down from the peak, I felt his tongue lick over my inner thighs again. I found it very erotic how much he loved the way I tasted.
I looked down, and our eyes met again.
"I want more," I said huskily.
"You're a very greedy little girl, are you?" He teased.
"Maybe I just like you."
He ran his hand sensually over my stomach.
"What if I want more, too?"
"Get on your back, then," I said flirtatiously.
He flipped over onto his back and I slid one of my legs over his torso and sat on his stomach, straddling him. It had been so long since I'd been in the "sixty-nine" position. It was something John and I rarely did because we preferred concentrating on 'giving or getting' and not doing the oral sex act simultaneously. However, like everything else Don and I had done this evening, it felt new and fresh.
I slid back until my pussy was pressed up against his waiting mouth. Then, I grasped his cock firmly at the base and stroked him until I had a rock-hard erection in my hand. As I took him into my mouth, a surge of electricity radiated throughout my body. His mouth made contact with my vagina and I felt his tongue lick around my vaginal lips before he pressed it inside me.
In that moment, I remembered why the "sixty-nine" position was so frustrating. I found it very difficult to keep him in my mouth while he was pleasuring me. I did my best to fellate him while he continued to lick me. As his mouth pushed me closer to the edge, his cock slipped out of my mouth and I let out a low moan.
He wrapped his arms around my thighs and moved his tongue upward and began to flick it over my asshole. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit.
"Oh, God... Yeah, Don... Just like that..." I cooed.
Gently, he eased his tongue inside my puckered hole. The additional stimulus sent me over the edge and my body shook uncontrollably as a violent orgasm overwhelmed me.
When my senses were back about me, I extended my tongue and gently licked over the large, bulbous head, teasing him. Just as I was about to take him back into my mouth, he playfully rolled me onto my back and then turned so we were facing each other. I looked up and he took his cock into his hand and slowly stroked it.
"Tell me what you want," he said huskily.
"I want you inside me, Don."
I opened my legs depravedly wide for him.
"My what, Lisa?"
He loved teasing me, toying with me.
"Your big cock," I said lustfully.
"Do you know how long I've wanted you, how long I've wanted to hear you say those words?"
"I know."
He moved closer and slid between my open legs. I reached up and rubbed his chest while he took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head up and down my wet slit. I felt it rest against my aperture as he slowly pushed himself inside of me.
Amidst the hedonistic, lustful feelings of that moment, a sense of uneasiness washed over me. It had been so long since I'd been with another man, I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel...
Guilt? Elation? Fear? Exhilaration?
All those thoughts and my self doubts melted away into the background as he opened and filled me. I put my hands on his chest as he moved closer to me until our bodies sensually touched.
At a snail's pace, he began to move inside me. He looked down, our eyes met, and he leaned in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck while our tongues played inside each other's mouths.
"Put your weight on me," I moaned.
I'm not sure why I said it. I wanted his hard body on mine. I wanted him to push me into the mattress. I wanted our sweat to mix. I wanted to lose myself in him and become one with him.
His mouth moved to my neck sending shivers through my body. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling him in even closer. He moved so slowly on top of me, grinding himself into me deeper.
"God... You feel so good..." I moaned.
His thick cock perfectly caressed my clit and pushed me closer. Sweat was dripping off his body and sensually mixing with mine. Despite his weight pushing me down, I was able to move underneath him and meet his slow, gentle thrusts. I tightened my legs around him and felt his muscled chest lasciviously crushing my breasts.
"Just a bit more, Don," I said between heavy, labored breaths.
His lips met mine and he kissed me hard just as my body began to shake and convulse in orgasm. As I was recovering, he whimsically rolled us over which put me on top and him on his back. Somehow, he managed to stay inside me.
"Ride me," he said while looking up, into my eyes.
I always loved this position. Being on top gave me control to adjust the angle and speed. I placed my hand on his chest and began to slowly grind my pussy on him.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on his cock which was deep inside me. As I slowly rotated my hips, I squeezed the muscles in my vagina, milking him.
Instantly, his breathing changed and he began climbing. I leaned in and kissed him roughly and then gently bit his lower lip.
"Are you gonna come for me, Don?"
I squeezed him harder.
"Oh, God... Oh, God..." He moaned.
It was as if the ability to speak had been taken from him.
He cried out when I raked my fingernails across his chest leaving long, painful-looking red marks.
"Are you going to let it go for me?" I seductively cooed.
"I can't hold it back, I can't hold it back," he panted.
I adjusted the angle so the base of his thick cock rubbed perfectly against my clit and I immediately began to climb, then leaned down and licked a large pool of sweat from his neck.
"Let it go, baby, I want to feel it," I murmured into his ear.
I felt powerful jets of semen squirt inside me. Seconds later, a powerful orgasm washed over me and I collapsed on top of him. While I regained my breath, he lost rigidity and slipped out me.
It took a full minute for our breathing to slow and return to normal. I slid off him and snuggled up against him in post-coital bliss. I loved his hard body pressed up against mine.
"That was... umm... really good..." he said as he moved his hand leisurely over my ass.
"Oh, you know... it was okay."
I tried to keep a straight face for as long as I could, but I didn't last long and broke out into a little giggle.
"You like messing with me, huh?"
I leaned in and gave him a soft, wet kiss.
"I love messing with you, and you're right, it was really good."
There were a few moments of comfortable silence while we basked in the glow.
"Can I ask you something?" he said hesitantly.
"Of course."
"Why did you and John decide to do this?"
I looked into his eyes and slowly ran my hand over his chest.
"We wanted to liven things up and we both agreed this was a good way to do it and... you know... try something new."
"I have a hard time believing it would ever not be exciting with you."
A little blush broke over my face.
"You're very spoiled," I said teasingly, "Jill's let you be with a different woman once a month for the past four years."
"I consider myself extremely fortunate, this month."
"All of the women here are so beautiful though."
"Yes, but they're not all..."
"Not all what?"
He paused for a moment... it was as if he was trying to choose his words carefully.
"Not all the women are as open as you are."
A little smile broke over my face.
"Open... now just what does that mean?"
He squirmed a little at my gentle teasing.
"I could use a bottle of water, what about you?"
"That sounds good."
I watched as he got up out of bed and grabbed two bottles of water that were on the dresser. He had such a cute, tight bottom and I loved the way the tip of his cock swayed and touched his thighs when he walked.
He opened the bottles, handed me one, and slipped back into bed beside me.
"Now where were we?" I said while seductively running my hand over his muscled chest, "open... we were talking about just how open I am."
"There's no way you're going to let me change the subject, is there?"
I grinned.
"No way at all."
He took a moment to collect his thoughts.
"A couple of the women make their partners use condoms and..."
"And?"
"Swallowing is something of a rarity."
"Oh... so open means slutty?"
"It means you're going to be very, very popular with the guys here."
I snuggled up closer and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.
"Maybe I did get caught up in the moment," I said in reflection.
"Don't let anyone ever tell you-you're not good in bed, Lisa."
"I don't think anyone ever has," I said shyly.
We took a sip of our waters.
"Since we're dishing and sharing, whose your favorite here?" I asked.
"My favorite is Jill, of course."
We both laughed.
"Yes... of course you have to say that. Who's your second favorite then?"
"Before tonight, I'd have to say, Elle Wilson."
He leaned in and gave me a little kiss and gently squeezed my bottom.
"But that changed?"
"Let's just say you raised the bar."
We leaned in and shared a hot, passionate kiss and I was able to see the bedside clock. It was 11:30 which meant we only had about a half hour left. He kissed me again and his erection pressed into my thigh giving me a not-so-subtle hint.
"You want another go?" I said teasingly.
"Would you like that?"
I definitely wanted him again, but I felt his semen seeping out of me. Normally, I would have showered before engaging in sex a second time. However, the clock was ticking and time was of the essence.
"I'm a mess, down there... are you sure?"
He ran his hand over my breast and lightly squeezed.
"I'm okay with it if you are."
I turned over, facing away from him.
"Let's try it like this."
He slid against me and I felt the head resting against my bottom. He put his hand back on my breast and eased himself into my pussy.
"God, you feel so good," he moaned.
Slowly, he began to move inside me. My thighs were nearly closed and his cock felt so big in this position. We moved together effortlessly, as one, taking our time, and enjoying the moment.
I reached behind me and rested my hand on his ass while he continued to move in and out of me. I loved the way he felt. His long, smooth thrusts were quickly pushing me over the edge. I reached down, between my legs, and rubbed my clit while squeezing his girth with the muscles in my vagina. Immediately, he picked up the pace and started pounding me harder.
"I can't hold it back, Lisa... I'm there..."
I squeezed his cock hard and luxuriously strummed my clit. Just as the waves of my orgasm washed over me, I felt powerful jets of semen flood the walls of my pussy.
After a minute or so, our breathing returned to normal. In that moment, I wanted to spend the rest of the night with him, but I knew that was an impossibility.
"You know, I think we're pretty good at this," he said.
I flipped back over, facing him and broke into a little grin.
"We're way too good at this."
We exchanged a soft, passionate kiss and I glanced at the bedside clock.
"I guess it's about that time," I said grudgingly.
"Unfortunately, it is."
"So what's the odds of you pulling my key next month?"
He smiled.
"Not as good as I'd like."
We shared another soft kiss before getting out of bed. Thankfully, there was a small bathroom inside our bedroom and I was able to clean up a little before getting dressed. Hand in hand, we made our way back to the great room and joined the rest of the group just before the stroke of midnight.
I couldn't help but smile as I surveyed the scene. All of the other women's hair looked a bit disheveled, just like mine, and the 'freshly-fucked' looks on all their faces were very evident.
I gave Don's hand a little squeeze.
"I hope this happens again, very soon," I said.
"Me too, Lisa."
I released his hand and walked over toJohnwho was saying his 'goodbyes' to Margot. She shot me a knowing smile before walking over to her husband. After bidding the group a goodnight, we walked outside and got into our car.
"So, how was your night?" I asked shyly.
A big smile broke over his face.
"Oh, it was okay... how was yours?"
We both laughed.
"It was... okay too."
"We have a lot to talk about, don't we?" he said.
"Yes, we do."
There were a few moments of comfortable silence while he started the car.
"Are we going to do this again, next month?" he asked hesitantly.
I leaned in and kissed him hard while running my hand over the bulge in the front of his pants.
"I'll think about it."
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