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Key to a Party Pt. 01

By: The Big Bopper



Ben's Story 

I got home from work around 6 on the Wednesday night of our first week living there and my darling wife Susan greeted me with the news that we had been invited to a party this coming Saturday night. 

My first reaction was, "Who would invite us, nobody knows us here yet?" 

You see, Susan and I had just taken the plunge and uprooted from our old hometown, left all our friends, everybody and everything that was familiar to us, and came halfway across the country to start a new life. In spite of being quite ambitious where my career is concerned, I don't think I could have made that decision on my own, that would have been so unfair to Sue ... to leave all of her lifelong friends behind just so I could further my career ambitions.. 

No, she was actually the motivation for all of this, right from when I told her that I had been head-hunted by a consultancy firm to fill this key position. Oh God, there's that word, key. It seems to be cropping up in our lives a fair bit lately, but I'm jumping ahead of myself, I best tell you our story in the sequence in which it occurred. 

I am Ben - sometimes Benny, but never the Benjamin that appears on my birth certificate. Sue and I married surprisingly young - she was 22 and me, I was 23 - when you consider how most marriages these days start when the pair are in their late twenties, even early thirties. So perhaps we didn't sow as many wild oats as some other couples, but we were both pretty emphatic that we had found the right partner, and it seems to have worked out well. 

We brought up 21 years married just a few days before we made this big move out west. We had a big party for our wedding anniversary that doubled as a Going Away party and it seemed like everybody we'd ever known was there. Of course, our kids were - we've got two, a pigeon pair, that's what they call it, a boy and a girl, Jeremy and Caroline. They haven't made the move with us because they had both already left home for college, stepping out into the big wide world. 

So as I was saying, from the moment I got the job offer, it seems like Susan has been the one most keen for me to take it. I have to admit that I was confident that I had all the necessary qualifications but she was the one who would lose so much ... so many friends and such a big social life just for one. I mean, I'll be at work 9 or 10 hours a day, Monday to Friday, but how will she fill her time? 

As I have progressively moved up the corporate ladder in recent years, my income has risen proportionately to the work responsibility and about a year ago, we jointly made the decision that Susan didn't need to work any more, she could lead a life of leisure. I wasn't envious of her, I thought she'd earned it, a nice reward for the many years she had pushed herself holding down a full-time job while maintaining our home and being the integral part of raising our two kids. 

So there you have it, at 43 and 44, Susan and I (Ben) relocated to a new city, a new job for me, a nice new home in the 'burbs for both of us in a good neighbourhood but knowing virtually nobody. 

"So honey, who would invite us to a party?" 

"Ben, I had a visit from three women today, they were a welcome wagon, they said, offering the hand of friendship to us in our new neighbourhood." 

"Oh, that's nice ... they weren't missionaries from the Mormons, were they?" 

"Oh darling, you're always so suspicious. No, three lovely ladies, all from up and down our street, they said they themselves knew what it was like to move into a new area where you don't know anybody. So they've invited me to come over for coffee tomorrow morning and they also extended an invitation to some party on Saturday night." 

"Is the party here in this street?" 

"No, I don't think so, it is this suburb, but I think it's a few blocks away, they said we'd need to drive. I guess we could walk if you wanted to, but you're not exactly the keenest when it comes to exercise, are you?" 

"No, that's fine, we'll drive. So did you tell them we'd go." 

"I wouldn't be that presumptuous Ben, I wanted to ask you first." 

"Oh, that's very thoughtful honey, but I think we should go, it sounds like a good chance for us to meet a few people quickly. So do you want to tell those ladies yes when you see them in the morning?" 

"No, they're just guests, none of them are holding the party, they gave me a number to call." 

"I hope it's ok ... them inviting us." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, some of the guests inviting us to someone else's party, someone we've never met." 

"They said it would be alright, indicated that they'd checked with the party host if it was alright to invite us." 

"Ok, so long as they've cleared that. How about you call in the morning and tell them we're coming." 

At the Party 

We were still so new in this city, we had literally moved here just eight days ago and I had started work on the Monday. And here we were on the Saturday evening, turning up to our first social gathering. The house for the party was about four blocks from our place and the weather was mildly threatening, showers were a possibility. That gave me an excuse for us not to walk. 

We parked the car and as we approached the front door, Susan grasped my hand tightly, pleading, "Ben, don't leave my side for a moment, please. You know how I find starting up conversations with people we don't know much harder than you." 

I assured her that I would keep her with me as we mingled among the party guests. I was accustomed to doing this in my line of work and I described it to Susan often as 'working the room.' 

Our hosts greeted us at the front door and they seemed a pleasant enough couple, I'd guess in their early fifties, but certainly according to Susan, as enthusiastically welcoming as the three women who had come to the house as a welcome wagon on Wednesday. It seemed like this was a nice town with nice people in it. 

We began to mingle and the people we met were mostly quite friendly and keen to hear of our great adventure in leaving all our family and friends behind to move out west. 

Despite her initial insecurity, I noticed after about an hour, that Susan wasn't standing alongside me and I casually looked around, scanning the room for her while attempting to maintain the discussion I was in with three other guests. After about ten minutes, I spotted Susan across the room and politely excused myself from the group I was with to go across to her. She was standing on her own, holding a drink. 

But before I could reach her, a couple stepped up to her and spoke. It looked like they were introducing themselves and I decided not to interrupt. I figured it was important for Susan to brush up on the skills of feeling comfortable in meeting new people so I made a late detour and headed off to find the bathroom. There was a queue so I patiently waited, fortunate that I had a bladder that would let me, and used the time in the line to try to rationalise why women invariably took longer than men in there. 

Alright girls, I know all the old arguments. We guys have only got to unzip and we're good to go while you lot have to lift skirts up and draw down panties, maybe pantihose too. And then there's that old chestnut that you girls have got more to do in there. 

Anyway, about ten minutes passed in the queue and then barely 30 seconds to get the job done until I made my way back into the main room and was pleased to see that Susan was now involved in a big group with three other women and two men. I guessed that the women may have been that welcome wagon group from last Wednesday. Anyway, I left them to it and wandered around until I found some people I hadn't met yet. 

There was plenty of finger food as well as drinks and the evening was passing by pleasantly. It was 10.30 before Susan and I found ourselves in the same space once more. "So how are you doing honey?" I checked. 

"Oh, really good darling, I've met so many people tonight and they all seem so nice. But what's more important right now is that I've found something out about this party ... or at least I think I have." 

"Oh really, what's that, is there anything wrong? Is it a birthday or anniversary, should we have brought a present along?" 

"No Ben, nothing like that. Darling, what's a key party?" 

I had never been to a key party, but I thought I knew. I had heard work colleagues talking about the concept a few years ago. "Why, who said it was a key party?" 

"Oh, a couple of the girls I was talking to. I didn't query it with them, didn't really react in any way, i didn't want to show my embarrassment at not knowing. I couldn't wait to ask you, I figured you'd know." 

"Well, I'm not totally sure, but I think it might be where all the guys throw their keys into a bowl or jar and the women at the party get to pull out a set of keys and drive off with the owner of the keys." 

"What? Oh my God, what have we got ourselves into?" 

"Are you sure this is a key party. Maybe it's unofficial, something they do when only the hard-nosed party goers are left. We could perhaps slip away early so we don't get caught up in some key lottery." 

"One of the girls showed me a copy of the printed invitation. Of course, we didn't get one because those girls that dropped by the other day just extended an invite verbally." 

"So how do you want to handle this honey? Do you want us to just go tell the hosts that we're leaving early and thank them for their hospitality?" 

"Oh, that would be so embarrassing, us being the only two to leave early." 

"Well Sue, it depends what degree of embarrassment you want. Is it best to leave early or stay and have to pick out a set of keys and find you have to drive off with some guy who turns out to be a sleaze and expects you to suck his cock in the front seat of his car." 

"Oh no, I wouldn't want that." 

"Well honey, we can find the hosts and tell them you have a headache, a migraine even, whatever." 

"Why is it always the woman who has something wrong, why couldn't you have a headache or a toothache or something ailing you?" 

We ended up taking too long to work out who was going to have an ailment that would prevent us from playing their key game. The party host Alan suddenly called for quiet and announced, "Ok everyone, the key moment has arrived, and I'm sure you all know what I mean. Now my darling wife is moving amongst you with one of our best glass bowls for all the men to deposit their sets of keys in. No peeping ladies to see which set of keys the guy you like most is depositing." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key ring that had what looked like an imitation phallus hanging from it, although smaller than the real thing. "Of course, as host, I get to show all the women what my keys look like ... fight over them girls." 

"What do we do now?" my wife asked in a panic. 

"We'll just go over and tell him we're leaving." 

"No Ben, we can't do that, he's standing in the middle of the room, we'll be the centre of attention. That's no way to make a good impression in our new home town. We'll be labelled the wowsers straight up." 

"Well, it's now or never honey. If we don't go now, you'll have to weasel out of making out with some guy all by yourself, without me around to hep you fight him off." 

"I'll have to take that chance darling, I'm not going to have a spotlight thrown on us like we're a pair of pariahs." 

As if to cement Susan's decision, Alan's voice filled the room once more, "Of course, anyone is free to leave now and not participate in the key game, but it wouldn't look nice for you to accept our food and drink all night and then leave without paying the piper." There was a loud chorus of "No's" to endorse his call for the timid ones to leave early and I looked at Susan and we both realised we were in for the full count. 

The host's wife Glenda reached us with the glass bowl, it was already half full of sets of keys. "Ah," she greeted us, "the newbies, what an adventure you're on. You're lucky, everybody will be be new to you tonight, so it doesn't matter who you get." 

I slipped my hand into my pocket and grasped my set of keys. I looked at Susan for as long a moment as I could afford and when there was no reaction back, I pulled my hand out and threw my keys into the bowl. Glenda moved on, sealing our fate, Susan would be driving off with some stranger and - I hadn't contemplated this yet - but I would be driven away by one of the women I saw assembled before me. I wasn't sure how I could handle the former to appreciate enjoying the latter. 

Glenda returned to stand alongside her husband, holding the glass bowl up very high. It was quite full with the bulk of some of the sets of keys. Alan called for silence and then his wife announced, "There's always an argument among some of the girls as to who's turn it is to go first. Well, tonight we have a new couple here so Susan, come on up, you get to have first pick." 

I thought for a moment that my wife, standing alongside me, was going to freeze on the spot. She had a moment's hesitation where I actually thought she might tell them to all go fuck themselves and storm out. But then, with only a cursory glance at me she slowly moved up, threading her way between guests until she stood as the centre of attention - which she hates - looking into the glass bowl. 

Before she could plunge her hand in to select a set of keys, Alan announced, "I can smell the testosterone in the room tonight with all you guys wanting to have a crack at the new one. Well, there can only be one winner..." His voice dropped an octave or two and he turned toward my wife and added, "My keys are the ones with the replica cock and balls on them. You're allowed to forage around in the bowl until you find them." 

He followed it with a dirty laugh, but his wife mellowed the moment by telling Susan, "Ignore the pompous old bastard honey, he actually still thinks he's a catch. Just reach in and select any set." 

It was an incredible feeling to watch my loving wife of 21 years reach her hand into the enormous glass bowl and take out a set of keys belonging to some other man in this room. What did I feel ... anxiety, apprehension ... I would have doubted there was any excitement. My mouth went dry, my heart seemed to beat a little harder but strangely my cock jerked in my pants and I was really puzzled at that involuntary reaction. 

Susan lifted out a set of keys and turned timidly to hold them aloft. I guessed that Glenda had whispered to her to do that because it didn't seem something that would come naturally to my wife. 

From somewhere off to my left, I heard what could best be described as a whoop of joy and a male voice called out, "What a present and it's not even my birthday." 

There was a general murmur of laughter around the room and another male voice - probably one of the guy's mates - could be heard, "You are such a lucky stiff Brad." That prompted another male to speak up, "Yeah, stiff, that's what he'll be. Go get her Brad." The amount of alcohol consumed through the evening was obviously working a treat on some of the assembled men in the room. 

I couldn't see him at first - this guy Brad whose keys my wife held in her probably sweating hand - but then I spotted this guy pushing through the throng. Despite the sleazy comments of his buddies, he looked quite ok, pleasant enough face, neatly attired. Susan shouldn't be repulsed by his outward appearance. 

I turned my attention back to her, still standing in the centre of the room alongside our hosts. She looked decidedly nervous and didn't know what to do when the man at last got through and reached his hand out to take hers. He leaned his face forward and I saw my wife realise at the last moment that he was actually going to kiss her in front of all these people. She stole a quick glance in my direction but then her face was obscured by the back of the man's head as their lips met and the crowd cheered raucously. 

I wondered what the procedure was ... were they expected to leave immediately, getting a head start on the rest of us, or would they wait, standing together as if they were a happily married couple, until the rest of the keys were claimed by the remaining women? 

I stood back here in among the assembled guests watching my wife closely and wondering what she might be thinking at that moment. Was she nervous, concerned, what would she do when Brad and she were alone, how far would she let him go ... would she actually let him fuck her? 

I regretted that Susan and I hadn't had any parting words. I hadn't been able to reassure her that everything would be alright between us in spite of what might be about to occur for both of us. This had been thrust upon us unexpectedly and I wanted her to know that I loved her no matter what she should choose to do when she was alone with this man. 

As the lottery drawing moved on, it appeared that Susan and her companion were to stand there and wait until all the others had paired up. Other pairings were now joining them in the centre of the room. I was able to study this man a bit more closely. He was a bit younger than us, I'd say perhaps in his late thirties. He wore a neat check shirt, open neck with long sleeves, his dark hair was shortish. He stood there holding on to Susan's hand. My wife still looked quite embarrassed but I thought she began to settle as more newly matched couples joined them, minimising the spotlight on her. 

I wasn't even paying attention to the continuing ritual of drawing out the keys. I hadn't noticed the attractive young woman holding aloft a set of keys and beginning to show disappointment that nobody was claiming them. You know what ... I recognised my wife's voice, calling out to me from behind the woman holding up the keys. Susan yelled, "Ben, aren't they yours?" 

Shaken quickly from my distracted reverie, I diverted my attention to the very attractive young woman and saw that indeed, the keys she held aloft were mine. "Oh, err ... yes, they look like mine." 

As I was identified as the owner of those keys, the gregarious hostess Glenda raised her not insubstantial voice once more, "Oh Michelle, you are the lucky one ... you've got the other half of the newbies. You're gonna have to call me tomorrow and tell me how he is. I want to hear everything ... and don't leave out a thing." 

I was lost in a trance, yet to fully comprehend that my wife was about to drive off to who knows where with a man she had only just met with a kiss. Now I looked around this large living room to see all eyes upon me, identified as the new man in town and suddenly aware that this very attractive young woman called Michelle was anxiously waiting for me to walk up and claim her. Should I do as that man Brad had just done with my wife and kiss Michelle when I reached her, was that the accepted protocol at these parties, in this atmosphere that I was so unfamiliar with? But already I felt awkward about doing that, about kissing this attractive young woman ... not that it wouldn't be a pleasurable experience but she was standing right beside my wife? 

I began to move toward centre stage ... there were still enough guests not yet partnered up that I had to press my way through the gaps. My legs felt heavy and it was an effort to take the few steps necessary to join my wife and the woman alongside her who had picked out my keys - this woman who was possibly about to become my wife's temporary surrogate for the next few hours. 

At last, after what seemed to be a marathon hike instead of ten simple steps, I reached Michelle and feeling that it seemed to be the customary thing to do at this stage at these parties, I leaned in to kiss her. I expected it to be a chaste kiss similar to that which Susan had bestowed on Brad, but this young woman had other ideas. Still clasping my keys in one hand, she brought the other up to the back of my head and held me firmly while our lips met and I felt hers part immediately and her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. 


Key to a Party Pt. 01



Her moist lips and tongue felt on fire and while I had closed my eyes to kiss her, they flew open with surprise at how bold she was in front of a room full of friends and neighbours and our respective spouses. I had no idea which man here was hers nor where he was but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Susan and the look on her face as she stood just behind Michelle, not two feet away. 

Did my tongue reciprocate with Michelle's? I don't know, it may have. Everything was a bit of a whirl. All I know was that the kiss was longer than any of the others and decidedly more passionate. I felt my cock stirring within my pants and was pleased that at least Susan couldn't see that. 

As I managed to extricate my lips from Michelle's, all I could see was my Susan over her shoulder. She appeared to be bristling with anger. That was the last thing I wanted ... for her to go off with Brad while angry with me. That might prompt her to be more careless than she normally would have been. I so wanted to speak with her privately, to reassure her of my love at this challenging moment. 

Susan looked away from me and I felt Michelle guiding me, turning me around to stand alongside her, hip to hip, her arm snaking around my waist. I was obliged to do the same and my hand slipped around her waist, holding her possessively to my side. We were facing the rest of the men and women who were waiting their turn to be called up. I would guess that only about one-third of the thirty or so party guests had so far been partnered up. 

I turned my head toward my wife, standing just to my right but slightly behind me. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," I attempted to counsel. 

"Judging by the way you kissed her, I'd say that gives me complete freedom," she tersely snapped back. 

"Just know I love you, we can get through this," I whispered in her direction. 

She glared at me, then ignoring my attempt at reassurance, she turned her head around the other way toward the man she was hugging with one arm in the same manner as Michelle and I. I heard Susan ask Brad, "Do we have to stay for all this, why don't we just go now and get a head start on everyone else?" 

I wondered why my wife was pouring so much animosity my way. After all, it was she who dealt with this invitation. I had nothing to do with it and only learnt that it was a key party from her five minutes before the lottery draw commenced. 

I watched Susan and Brad nervously, expecting them to leave now that Susan had indicated her compliance so brazenly to him, but I was pleased to hear Brad's reply, "No, we have to wait, it won't take long honey, I'm as eager to get horizontal as you are." 

But was she eager, I thought differently? I couldn't work out why my loving wife was behaving in this manner, it seemed so out of character from the woman I had been married to for 21 years. Listening to her words to Brad and seeing her frosty looks at me, I figured this was just her way of apportioning the blame for all of this somehow on me. And it probably started with a kiss, that passionate tongue kiss from Michelle right in front of Susan that somehow she believed I initiated. 

"But why do we have to wait?" Susan persisted to Brad. 

"It's just the way it works, Alan likes all the pairings to stand up here so that everybody can see who's going off with who. As soon as he and Glenda are finished drawing out the keys, he'll tell us all we can go."  

I felt Michelle's hand at my waist tightening its grip, sending me a signal to pay more attention to the woman who had selected my keys. I turned my head back around to hear her tell me, "First time at one of these parties?" 

"Yes!" I told her. 

"What made you come? Was it your wife's idea?" 

"No, we didn't know what it was, she got invited verbally a few days ago by three of the women who were coming here tonight. They dropped by our house to welcome us to the neighbourhood but I was at work. Susan said that nothing was said about a key party." 

"Oh, so then it's a surprise for you?" 

"Yes, five minutes before Glenda brought the bowl around for the guys to drop their keys in, Susan came up to me and said she'd just heard that it was a key party." 

"How do you feel about it now that you know you're going to get laid?" 

"Am I?" 

"Of course, what did you think was going to happen, pair all these men and women up so they can go get a late night coffee?" 

"No, I mean, I ... err, I didn't know how far everyone went, I thought it might just be a kiss and a cuddle in the car and one or two couples going a bit further." 

Michelle gave me a you must be kidding look, "We are all consenting adults, we all know what we're about to do and everyone is cool with that. You better be about to fuck me ... err, I'm sorry, what's your name again?" 

How ironic was that, this woman had committed to accepting my cock inside her body, but she didn't even know my name? "Ben," I informed her. 

"Ben, that's a nice name, "I'm Michelle." 

"Yes I know that, I heard someone say. It was probably Glenda announcing you when you picked out my keys." 

"Don't worry too much about your wife, Brad's a cool guy, she'll be safe with him. I mean, he's not rough or anything like that, he'll treat her good." She paused for a moment as if debating with herself whether to continue along that line, then she did with enthusiasm that I didn't really want to hear, "He's really good, believe me!" 

"So you've been with him? Is that a glint I see in your eyes?" 

"Oh yes, he's one of the nicest guys here and a good fucker too, your wife's lucky to get him first up." 

I knew I didn't want to hear that, in fact I decided I didn't want to hear any more about Susan and Brad ... besides I got the impression that this young woman was expecting me to show her a good time tonight. I switched my attention back to us, electing to pay this woman a compliment, "And it looks like I got lucky first time too." 

She smiled warmly, "Oh thank you, that's a nice thing to say. I feel really good about us, I think we'll have a good time together." 

"So where will we go, I'm not sure about my place, I mean I'm not sure what goes on, Susan of course isn't either. I don't know if she'd want to take Brad there." 

"Don't give it a thought, I have a standing arrangement with my husband for these nights that I always get to take the guy back to our house. Where he goes is his problem, not mine. Brad's the reverse with his wife, he always takes the woman back to his house and his wife has to organise something with the man she gets partnered up with." 

Alan and Glenda were now two-thirds of the way through the key draw. As the general buzz of conversations around the room just at that moment dimmed, I clearly heard my wife asking Brad to "Kiss me," immediately causing my head to spin back around to my right. I turned in time to see Brad comply with her request. While their initial kiss when he stepped forward to join her after she pulled his keys from the bowl was a quick peck on the lips, this time their mouths grounded out a twisting lip-lock that looked to involve plenty of tongue activity too. Was Susan trying to put on a show to match the kiss that Michelle had planted on me? 

I heard Michelle call my name, "Ben!" I turned back around to the woman by my side and she kissed me deeply once again. Lips twisting, tongues intertwined, breathing even becoming a bit heavy. When she pulled away, she looked at me seriously, "I hope I'm not going to have trouble with you tonight." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Let her go, it's going to happen, nothing you say or do is going to change things now. You might not have come here expecting this, and maybe your wife knew or maybe she didn't, but now you're on the roller-coaster so just relax and enjoy the ride." 

"Are you suggesting she might have known what the party was and not told me?" 

"I'm not suggesting anything, but you did say that three of the girls invited her when they dropped by the other day. I find it hard to believe that they wouldn't have explained to a new neighbour just what happened at these parties. You said she only told you five minutes before Glenda brought the bowl around, too late to leave by then." 

Michelle was very observant, she had taken in all I had said about us ending up here at this party and made a judgement about my wife that I had to admit on reflection had some credence. "Yes, it does seem strange that those women would not have said anything back then about the keys." 

"Exactly, so you can sort that out tomorrow, but now I want you relaxed and primed. We'll be going to the car in a couple of minutes and it's only five minutes to my house. Before I left home to come here, I turned the sheets back on my bed and there's a chocolate for you on the pillow. Ok?" 

I laughed for the first time since Glenda had produced the bowl, "Ok, you got it girl." 

"I hope so because I really want it Ben ... from you." 

I saw the want in her eyes, this woman looked like she wanted to be fucked. I wondered how long it had been since she and her husband had done it or was this look of wanting something special because I would be a new man to her? 

I peeped back at Susan and Brad, they were still at it, or was this a new kiss to follow the one they were enjoying when I last looked. I forced myself to turn away before Michelle admonished me again. I tightened my grip around her waist and she leaned in a little closer and tightened her hand too. I was about to embark on an adventure that I never saw coming, never knew I wanted. Had my wife pushed us there or was this just a massive misunderstanding? 

There was only one woman left to come up to retrieve the last set of keys from the glass bowl. Ironically, they were the keys with the imitation phallus as a key ring. Alan looked a bit churlish that his were the last keys selected. The woman looked none too happy, was she upset at being the last woman to select a set of keys or because she had to settle for Alan as her prize for the night? 

Alan made the best of his situation by hugging the unlucky woman to him and planting a sloppy kiss across her lips and her chin, then his voice thundered out, "Ok crew, you all know the rules by now. It's ten to eleven now, if you are not using a bed in your own home, you are not allowed to head for your home until at least 1a.m. This is your one allowed infidelity night for the month, nobody is to overdo it. Don't piss your spouse off by getting home any later than 2.30 ... ok? That should be long enough for a great first fuck, the recovery phase and then a more relaxed second one if you're up to it. Enjoy and I'll see you all back here in five weeks time. Now go fuck yourselves!" 

His raucous laughter could be heard ongoing as around 15 or so couples headed out the front door. Michelle and I kept our arms around each others' waists as we waited in an orderly line to get out through the door. I looked around anxiously, trying to spot my wife and her partner for the night, but couldn't see them. They must have got away very quickly. 

I directed Michelle to my car. I had put quite a few beers away so I wasn't too keen on driving, but I noticed as we passed other couples reaching their cars that the women were driving in almost every instance. Maybe this was a rule that the women should drink in moderation through the evening so that they could be the designated drivers as well as the designated fucks for the night. 

"Are you going to drive?" I asked Michelle who still held my set of keys as we reached my car. 

"Yes, the women are expected not to drink too much so that they can do the driving. I normally have a few more wines than the other girls because my husband is the local police chief, so no worries there ... I am bullet-proof." 

Isn't that great? As if I'm not already feeling enough pressure from being told by Michelle how much she wants it tonight, but now I'll have the local law enforcement on my tail if I don't perform. 

We rode the 4 or 5 minutes to her house in silence. She drove one-handed with her closest hand resting midway along one of my upper thighs between my knee and my crotch. My growing cock was just out of her reach. My head was spinning as I sat in silence, considering how we had so conveniently ended up at this night, reflecting on whether Susan might have intentionally steered us to this key party. Why wouldn't those three women have explained what would happen at the party? It doesn't make sense that they wouldn't warn someone new in case they morally objected to what went on there. And why would Susan want to attend a party such as this? She had never given any indication to me of being dissatisfied with our lovemaking. We would need to have a serious discussion tomorrow. 

Michelle steered my car onto the driveway of a quite expansive looking two-storey home only a block away from my own new home. We got out and I came around the front of the car, intending to put my arm back around her before reaching the front door. 

When she saw me coming closer, she waved me away, her eyes darting around anxiously at the darkened houses next door and across the street, "No, don't come close, not out here, most of our close neighbours here don't know about the parties and what we get up to afterward." 

I held back and followed a couple of paces behind her, pausing three feet behind while she unlocked the front door. It opened and she stepped inside and I followed. She switched on the lights, we were in an impressive entry foyer from which doors to the left and right led to what I assumed was the general living areas of this large house. Just a few paces ahead, a grand stairway climbed magnificently up to the next level that I assumed would include the bedrooms. "Wow, nice house," I told her and she actually looked pleased that I was impressed. 

"Hard earned, both Steve and I have worked hard to get it, but we like nice things." 

"And Steve would be the police chief in this town?" I checked, making sure that I had heard right when she said she was married to the chief of police. 

"Yes he is, didn't you meet him there tonight?" 

"Oh Michelle, I might have done. Who knows, I did get around and meet a heap of people but I doubt that I could name more than four now. A combination of too many people and a few too many drinks." 

"Oh, I hope that too many drinks won't be a problem for us, we don't want that affecting how things turn out in the next hour or two." 

"I can only try Michelle, of course I had no idea this was coming at the end of the night so I had no reason to pace myself. If I'd known that I would be in the presence of a princess before midnight, I wouldn't have touched a drop." 

"Oh, that's so sweet, you really do say some nice caring things. So I guess I better not offer you another drink then?" 

"No, just the chocolate that you promised me, I think you said you placed it on your pillow." 

"Umm, I did too. Looks like we better head upstairs and we can see if you can find where all the treats are hidden?" 

"That sounds like a good start." 

While I was not the cheating kind, I had imbibed enough to dull my common sense and be willing to give sex with another woman a go. But I also wanted the act done with quickly so I could get home to my Susan and find out what she might have known in advance about this night. Michelle's observations seemed logical so it appeared that there might be a side to my wife that I had never come across in our 21 years of marriage. 

"Come on Ben," said Michelle quite excitedly and I reached to take her outstretched hand and followed a step or two behind as she began to climb the stairs. I was just far enough back that I could surreptitiously watch her shapely arse moving in the tight confines of her dress. No pantie-line visible so I would want to explore that as soon as we hit the bed. As much as this went against my nature, I must admit being in the presence of such a gorgeous woman was exciting me and thankfully my erection was responding accordingly. 

At the top of the stairs, there was an option of five doorways. I figured that one at least would have to be a bathroom so the other four must be bedrooms and I wondered about kids and where they might be. "Should I be concerned about waking any sleeping children?" 

She laughed as she led me along the hallway toward the last door, that must be the master bedroom where she and her Steve usually co-habitated. "No not tonight, we send them over to my mum's when we go to the key parties." 

"Your mum doesn't know what goes on there, does she?" 

"Oh my God no, she wouldn't be impressed, my mum's a bit religious." 

"But not you?" 

"Oh, I was raised a good Catholic, went to a girls only school. I broke out of my religious shell before my last year there and never looked back. You must have heard what they say about Catholic school girls. No, we send the kids to mum because she likes to have them stay and we just tell her that, like any party, it will go late and we can have the freedom to get in late and get up late in the morning." 

"Yes, it's eleven o'clock already, a really late night." 

"For me my darling, this night is only just beginning. I want you to give me some good loving." 

"I hope that I'm up to the task." 

"Believe me, so do I, but I have great confidence in you. So before we start, tell me, only one marriage?" 

"Yes, 21 years with Susan. You think you know someone after all that time and then tonight I suddenly see a whole new side." 

"Well Ben, I hope that I can boast 21 years one day. I must be a bit younger than you, Steve and I have only been married thirteen." 

We had entered that last door and found ourselves in a very spacious main bedroom. The bed was huge, must be king-size and was the feature of the room with both bedside lamps on. She must have left them on in anticipation of bringing one of the male guests back here tonight. True to her word, I saw a chocolate laying on one of the pillows, just like they do in the best hotels. 

"There's your chocolate, go and suck that up and then keep those lips puckered and you can suck on these too," and facing me, she brought both hands up, one under each breast and sort of hefted them forward. 

I accepted the first part of her invitation and stepped across to the bed and slipped the chocolate morsel into my mouth. I turned around just in time to see the dress sliding down off her hips. She was wasting no time, having rolled it down from her neck to her waist and then shimmied it over her hips to let it fall in a pool of material around her ankles. 

She was a vision, the naked parts of her body nicely tanned. She still wore a frilly low-cut red bra and just a triangle of red material that barely covered her pubis. It must have been a g-string or a thong, whatever. All I knew was that it didn't cover much of her and as she pirouetted around to show off her fabulous body I could see why there had been no visible pantie-line. 

She still wore her high heels ... I got the impression she knew how good she looked and was showing her body off to me before I could claim it. The heels thrust her great legs up high and pushed her butt out seductively. 

I stepped toward her and she stepped toward me and we met as I wound my arms around her now near naked body. I was still fully clothed. "Let's get rid of these so I can see what you've got for me," she suggested, stepping back just far enough for her hands to begin unbuttoning my shirt. Michelle got that open quickly and pushed it off down my arms, then both hands reached for my belt. She had obviously done this a lot and I had a momentary thought about the number of men in that room tonight who had previously been in this position with her at about this time of the night. I had to ask. 




Key to a Party Pt. 01



"So have you been going to these parties for a while?" 

"Oh, over a year, I'd say. We weren't among the first when Alan and Glenda started them up about three years ago. I think they might have been a bit nervous about inviting the police chief and his wife. That was, until they all got to know Steve and realised he liked to swing with the best of them." 

"And you? You were keen from the start were you?" I asked curiously as her fingers worked my trouser zip down and my pants fell in a heap at my feet. 

"Oh yes, pretty much. I was a bit hesitant when Steve first said he wanted us to do it ... you know, sleep with others. But he soon managed to convince me that we could do this and it wouldn't affect our love for each other. I love the variety I get, every guy is different in some way or other." 

I felt a sudden need to kiss her, that could be part of some foreplay because the way this was heading, she would have us both undressed with ho affectionate lead up. Her lips felt good and with both of us knowing that we were a sure thing - we were here to fuck - our lips parted within the kiss and our tongues became active. 

Michelle began whimpering between the tightly pressed lips as our kiss intensified, our breathing becoming heavy and laboured. The smooth globes of her arse cheeks were bare, all skin. The fingers of one of my hands edged toward her arse cleavage where I found the material of her panties ... at least what there was of them. It felt like a sexy thong and I traced my fingers down over the thin strand of material until it disappeared in the clench of her arse cheeks. 

We pulled our lips apart, gasping for clear air, the sound of heavy sensual breathing filling the semi darkened bedroom. Needing to have my lips still kissing, I ducked my head down onto her neck and planted a firm sucking kiss there. "No bites," she squealed anxiously, "don't mark me." 

She pulled her head back in a panic but it may have been too late. I had really gone in hard from the sexual tension that had built quickly between us. With her head pulled back, her hands had room to manoeuvre between us and I felt her hand caressing my cock shaft. I still had my hands at her arse and the fingers, that had traced down the strip of material that was wedged tightly in the clench of her cheeks, managed to prise it out. I replaced the strand of material with my fingers pressing into the tight crease of her cheeks, pressing one finger at her anal ring, eliciting a loud gasp from the woman in my arms. 

I felt her hand gripping the firmness of my cock through my boxers, "So are we through talking, I want to have a look at this and get it inside me ... don't you want that too Ben?" 

"Yes!" I answered almost breathlessly as she tugged on my hard-on. 

Michelle grasped the waistband of my boxers and eased them out over my erection so the material didn't snag on my cock-head. She stepped back, the backs of her legs bumping against the large bed, and gazed upon my hard cock for the first time. 

"Umm! I like it, good size, smooth head, I find I'm getting to like them like that. Steve's is uncut but he keeps me happy with it." 

Her hands went back behind her body and I sensed I was about to feast my eyes on the pair of luscious looking breasts that until this moment she had kept encased teasingly in the lacy red bra. The garment fell forward and she eased the cups off each breast that way women do. They were good, I was amazed how they held their perky shape, maybe she hadn't been a breast feeder. 

"You like?" she teased. While this woman seemed to know how good she looked, I got the impression that she liked to be told a lot. 

I could comply with that, "My God, who wouldn't? They're sensational, oh let me have some of that." 

She gave a cheeky smile and backed onto the bed, lying down across it. I followed her as smoothly as I could, my body hovering above hers, my mouth descending quickly to suck one nipple between my lips. 

"Oh yes ... yes Ben!" she gasped as my lips and tongue began to surge around and over that nipple, my tongue flicking at it, the first time I had sucked on another woman's breast in over two decades. As I listened to Michelle moan in pleasure beneath me, an image of my Susan laying naked beneath Brad in much this same situation flashed through my mind. Was it as good for her as it appeared to be for this woman, I hoped my wife was not having any regrets. 

But then as I switched my lips to the other breast of the almost naked woman rolling around on the bed beneath me, I managed to discard the mental image of Susan underneath Brad to concentrate on the second nipple. More of the same oral treatment, then back to the first, switching quickly, keeping her up there, her breathing quickening, her verbal urgings spurring me on to be good for her. 

I worked on both of those responsive nipples for several long minutes ... surely long enough to be considered as acceptable foreplay. She ran her slender fingers through my hair, using gentle pressure from time to time to have me spend extra time on one nipple or to direct me to the other when she felt I was neglecting it. 

I felt that my arousal may be peaking and in consideration of how much booze I had unwittingly consumed, I felt it might be beneficial if I moved proceedings along. With some degree of reluctance, I pulled my mouth off those luscious breasts and moved lower, my wet lips trailing down over her bare belly in search of another tasty morsel to feed on ... I wanted her clitoris between my lips. But first there was the little matter of that wisp of material that still covered her pubis. I took hold of the thin string-like sides and pulled it downward, watching it peel away to reveal her nude shaved pussy ... a wondrous sight to behold for a man who had only gazed on the same one - one still with pubic hair although admittedly nicely trimmed - for more years than I cared to contemplate. 

Michelle kicked her legs free of the thong garment and I pulled her knees apart and pressed my face into the inverted vee, slipping my tongue out from between my lips to lick up along the slit of her lips - but the outer labia kind. More appropriate sounds came from Michelle as she sort of cooed at my flat tongue stroke that climbed all the way up to her tiny budding clit. Her hips humping up off the bed to ensure my lips stayed lip-locked to hers. 

I sucked her budding clit between my lips and let my tongue paint it, then releasing it, I resumed some flat tongue strokes from way down at her vaginal entrance all the way up to lave her little button. Michelle was making very agreeable sounds that gave me to believe that she was liking the personal treatment I was applying to her pubis. 

I listened to her breathing, monitoring the progress of an inevitable initial orgasm that I hoped that I could later replicate when we got down to the real serious business of actually fucking. But for now, this 40-something guy was relishing still having the tongue-ability to bring this 30-something woman toward fever-pitch. 

Growing more confident with every tongue stroke, I sensed her climax was imminent so I pulled away, taking my sweeping tongue with me, leaving her hips humping up at nothing. "Don't stop!" she screamed at me and her outstretched hands managed to grab a hold of my hair and she yanked my face back at her pussy, squashing my nose against her hard pubic bone. 

It was a lesson learned, 'don't toy with a woman who is only a stroke or two away from a mind-blowing orgasm.' She could have broken my nose with the force that my face was driven back against her intimate parts. 

I resumed my tongue action, only to have her moan, "Oh no, I've lost it!" 

Not wanting to fail her in her urgent moment of need, I worked my tongue and lips furiously and within a couple of minutes, I could hear her moans and rising heavy breathing indicate that she was right back on track. Michelle didn't leave anything to chance this time, her hands maintained their tight hold on my hair. Just as well my head wasn't shaved as so many male craniums are these days or she may have left deep scratch welts across my scalp. 

This time when the sounds of impending orgasm became all too real, I maintained a steady rhythm of tongue strokes until her naked body exploded against my mouth, her upper thighs clamping so hard against the sides of my head that I struggled to hear her gasping shrieks of delight as her body was washed over by waves of sexual pleasure. 

While her pussy throbbed against my lips, I was struggling to breathe. Had she really broken my nose when she crushed my face into her pubic bone or was it just that her thigh-grip help my face mashed so hard up against her that the air couldn't reach me? 

As she came back down from her wild release, her thighs relaxed their grip and I was able to pull my head back to suck up a few deep breaths. "Never stop like that when a woman is on the ultimate tongue stroke. Oh my God, I was there and you stopped." 

"I'm sorry," I offered, "I was just trying to prolong the pleasure, calm you down to build you up again." 

"Oh Ben, you've got to recognise the signs. If you're going to do that, pull back a bit earlier when I'm not riding on the edge like that. Oh shit, it's ok now anyway, we got there. Man, that was intense ... you do that good, thanks Ben." 

I looked down on the attractive woman beneath me and took a moment to reflect how lucky I had been to get drawn by a woman who looked like this and whose body bucked like a wild bronco when she came. How good was it going to be when I was hard inside her when she next came like that? She would have seen my adoring gaze, "So come on, how about we get into some serious fucking now, are you ready for this?" 

My boner was still holding up in spite of the amount of alcohol consumed and I rose up on straightened arms to look down between our bodies. I presented my cock to the wet spread region of pink tissue and steered it into the neat channel formed by her inner labia lips. She moaned agreeably and I began to feel ten feet tall in spite of any earlier misgivings about participating in this cheating feast. 

"I'm ready now," she urged breathlessly, "I want you inside me, I want to feel you hard Ben." 

The sooner I got up inside her the better it would be in view of how highly aroused I was now. So in response to her urgings, I balanced my upper body on one elbow and took a hand down there to steer my cock-head until I felt it nestled in the moist opening of her vagina. I pressed forward gently and felt her so wet velvety passage suck the head of my hard cock up inside. 

She gasped a long sigh that confirmed that she approved and I lowered my face down to kiss her briefly before lifting up and pushing a couple more inches up inside her. I gained ground with two more incremental steps and then I was home, my hard cock nestled comfortably inside this local police chief's wife. The irony of needing to satisfy her completely to avoid any future traffic tickets did not escape me at this sensuous moment. 

So we got into the magical rhythm of fucking and she moved like doing this was one of the most important things in her life. Michelle seemed like a highly sexual being but as I settled into a pattern that would achieve her ends without turning myself on too quickly, I made an observation. I had little to compare having not been a philanderer through my married life, but Michelle seemed loose inside her vagina, nowhere near as tight as my Susan still is. 

I began to wonder about that ... did this mean that she had fucked many partners? I do think she said something about belonging to this key club for over a year so if they did meet every 5 weeks, that's up to ten different guys she'd been with as well as her police chief husband. Then, maybe it was him ... maybe he was quite big in the cock department and he had worn a path to accommodate his regular fucking? 

Either way, I took it as an advantage to me. While the looseness would not make her the most memorable fuck I had ever had, the fact that she didn't grip me tightly like Susan did, may help me to sustain the steady strokes before my balls gave up their essence. 

I began to hear the now familiar sounds of her impending orgasm and unlike my earlier attempt at prolonging the onset of her pleasure, this time I intensified the strokes to ensure that she got there. She did and she climaxed powerfully beneath my body, accompanying it with all the appropriate gasps and moans and verbal encouragement like "Oh Yes ... oh my God now, oh yes Ben, oh cum with me." 

I didn't ... cum with her that is. But I did cum soon after. As she orgasmed wildly beneath me and I paused to let her fully soak up her pleasure, I momentarily thought that I might be able to do an imitation of a stud and get her to another release like that one. But alas, as we humped along merrily in pursuit of another, I felt my body giving in and in my somewhat inebriated state, I determined that I had performed as well as could be expected and followed my carnal pursuits to a raging finish myself, my cock spasming out its release inside this very attractive younger woman. 

To be continued soon, Susan will tell her story in Part 2.



Key to a Party Pt. 02



New to this town and the neighbourhood, Ben and Susan are invited to a party that, to their surprise, turns out to be a key party - a swinger's night. But is it a surprise for Susan? 

Susan's Story (as she tells it) 

I suppose on reflection I should have let my husband in on the suspicions I had about this party tonight. The three women who were the welcome wagon last Wednesday didn't really say too much, but dropped a couple of hints. One said, "If you like to flirt a bit, keep your husband on his toes, these parties are a great opportunity," and another added, "Yes, you can put it out there - all the way - have some naughty fun without having to make any dangerous commitments." 

That wasn't much to go on, but having only just met me, they might have been too embarrassed to come right out and say 'You'll be expected to take another man home at the end of the night.' It wouldn't have come as such a surprise tonight if they had at least been that honest. 

Then, although I had pleaded with Ben to stay close to me when we arrived, I found after an hour and a couple of glasses of wine that I had loosened up enough to wander around on my own and meet people without using my husband as a prop. I actually found out about the keys and the whole story of these nights in only the second conversation on my own. Of course, I never let onto the other guests who told me that I hadn't known. I just pumped them to give me a bit more information. 

So if I'd had any reservations about having to go off for sex with another man at the end of the night, or even to let Ben have another woman, I could have rushed off to find him at about 9.15 and said, 'Let's get out of here quickly, we're out of our depth here.' But I didn't! Moving to this new town seemed like some new adventure in our lives. For 21 years, we had been a sedate perfectly normal married couple with kids. 

I had no idea if Ben had ever had an affair or even any one-night stands with other women. The way his work was, he could always have said 'I have to work late tonight honey,' and I would have been none the wiser. At least if he had, he was very discreet and never gave any clues away. But I actually suspect that he never has, he's always seemed to be a one-woman man. 

I only knew about me and how bored I had become when Ben and I decided we were financially stable and that I didn't need to work any more. That was about a year ago. With no kids living at home either, I looked for outside interests and I'm sure he still has no idea, but I had what I'd call a dalliance with another man. I'm not even going to tell you - the reader - about it just yet. Let's just say that my urging Ben to take this new job in another city so far away was somewhat influenced by my wanting to find a way to get away from where we lived, to break the cycle that had formed by my sexual indiscretions. 

So at 9.15 in the evening in the middle of this party, now armed with the information that Ben and I were in the midst of a key party - almost a swingers party, I made a marriage-threatening decision not to alert my husband to what would confront us in the next hour or two. I felt like I was embarking on a dangerous new fun-park ride and I was ready to buckle up, even though I had no idea how Ben would react. 

When I was invited by Glenda to make the first draw and I saw this handsome guy Brad step forward, I figured that I had done well with the plunge of my hand into the bowl to pull out a male stranger's set of keys. I was so nervous, being the centre of attention in the middle of the room with all these strangers watching after Glenda's introduction of me as a newbie, and trying to peep across at Ben to see what his reaction was. 

I pushed my foot down on the accelerator of Brad's BMW and the car pulled away from the kerb smoothly. We looked to be the first to leave thanks to ducking out the front door while Alan was still waffling on about the rules of the night. Damn the rules, I had decided to be adventurous in our new home town and this was as good a start as any. I was in the company of a very handsome man, possibly a few years younger than me and as an almost monogamous woman of over 20 years, I was eager to learn what I could about illicit sex in the suburbs. 

I had buckled my seat belt but Brad didn't bother. He was half-turned toward me in his seat and as I began to negotiate the short 3 minute journey to his house, I felt his hand on my knee. Wasting no time, it slipped under my dress and began to creep up along one inner thigh. His light touch felt nice, I might even call it a caress because his fingertips were so tender as they traced over the sensitive skin of my inner upper thigh. 

"Be careful how far that hand goes, I don't want to have an accident in your car." 

"How far would you like it to go?" 

"Well later I want it to go all the way, but for now I'd rather you didn't touch me much higher or I might be tempted to close my eyes and the car could go anywhere." 

"Does it feel that good that you might close your eyes?" 

"Oh yes!" I mouthed softly but slowly and expressively and dared to turn my head to look at him in the semi-dark of the car interior. 

Brad pointed out his house and I swung his car onto the driveway. He reached across and pushed a button and the garage door began to rise. "Do you want me to put it away inside?" 

"Yeah, you do that sweetheart, then we'll go into my house and I'll put something much better away inside you." 

I laughed appropriately at his dirty humour, if not a little nervously. I was not as new to being in this situation with another man as Ben might think I was, but it was still a rare occurrence for me. I knew so little about this man who was about to put his penis inside me. 

We got out of the car and Brad pointed me in the direction of a door that obviously led into the house. "Press that button on the key ring to close the garage door," he directed. I did and it began to descend, making it even darker as I reached for the door knob and opened the interior door to his house. 

I felt him close behind me and I looked around for a light switch in the semi-dark, the room we had entered only lit by the moonlight streaming in through the far windows. He pressed up against my back, his arms folding around me, one hand on my breast, the other rubbing my belly over the dress I still wore. "No need for lights, we can feel our way around," his words reflecting what those roaming hands were doing to my body, feeling their way around to all of my erogenous zones. That hand on my belly quickly descending to press against my pubis boldly. 

It was highly sexual. For the past few years, Ben and I only ever had sex in bed, we'd just get into bed and I would lay there while he worked on me and it was nice ... but that's just it, nice! But this was so sensual, in a darkened room a man - a stranger until half an hour ago - was holding me back against his body while his hands fondled me over my clothes. I felt him thrust his pelvis at my arse, felt the solid rigidity of his erection pressing into the crease of my arse. I got the feeling that we might not even make it to bed. That would be alright, I was living out my carnal desires, the desires that I fantasised about alone at home each weekday. 

That hand of his below my belly, just above my pubic bone, was pressing me to lean my lower torso back against him, forcing my arse to rub on his hard-on. The hand on my breast managed to push inside the top of my dress, it grabbed a palm-full of one breast still encased in my bra. If only I'd known to wear a sexier one for this exciting moment. The hand above my pussy was moving down, past my pussy until it found the bottom hem of my dress. Then it slipped under the front of the garment, sliding upward, forcing the bottom of the dress to ride upward on his wrist with the fingertips running on ahead, softly touching the skin of my upper inner thighs. When those softly caressing fingers reached the top of my thighs, I felt them on the crotch piece of my panties that were wet ... very wet. My excited arousal and sexual anticipation seemed to have soaked them. 

Were my panties any wetter than any of the other ladies he had brought back to his home on one of these nights? Strangely, he sounded impressed, "Oh my God Susan, you are so wet!" 

"I can't control that," I told him, "it just happened." 

"And I wouldn't want you to try to control it, you are such a hot woman." 

"It's you, you're making me hot Brad, I love this, I'll tell you what's turning me on ... being in the dark, feeling you touching me with your fingers, feeling you hard ... oh, so very hard and not knowing where anything is, what room I'm in." 

"It's my living room." 

"Don't tell me, I love the mystery of it all." 

Those fingers that had discovered my soaked panties were now tracing the indent of my wet labia lips through the material of my panties. 

"We're not going to make it to the bedroom Susan." 

"Why not?" 

"Because I can't wait, I have to have you now, right here where we stand." 

"Wouldn't we be more comfortable in your bed?" 

"Of course we would and that's where we'll have our second fuck, but that's at the other end of the house, I can't wait another second. There's a sofa here." 

He shuffled our bodies forward a few feet, his pressing into the back of me and I felt my legs bump into something. I reached my hand out and ran it along what I worked out was the back of a sofa and we were behind it. 

Both of Brad's hands were at my hips now, combining to raise my dress on both sides, rolling the material up to bunch at my waist, then grasping the elasticised waist of my panties and hauling them easily down over my hips. They fell in a heap around my ankles and Brad placed one foot between my feet, holding my panties on the floor. "Lift one foot, any foot, I just want these off you," he commanded and I did as he asked, raising my right foot, feeling very naughty to leave the discarded panties in a pool around my left ankle only. 

The foot that had been between mine to force my panties off now pushed at my right foot, letting me know I was to slide it to the right, causing my legs to part. I was naked from the waist down. I felt his hands move to my shoulders, pushing me forward. He obviously wanted me bent over the back of the sofa. This was not a position that Ben and I used, but I knew enough to understand that Brad was going to take me doggie style. 

I didn't want to be totally bent over in an inverted 'u' with my head pushing down to the sofa seat and all the blood running to my head. So I placed my two hands out in front of me, allowing me to hold my head up well above the sofa seat. Now I was in a position that was more like an inverted 'L'. 

I felt Brad fingers foraging around in my pussy, sliding the fingertips between my so wet labia lips, one or two teasing my clitoris to greater size, then his fingers even played between the spread cheeks of my arse, those fingertips testing the tight pucker of my anal ring. It all felt very nice although I was completely vulnerably exposed in this bent-over position. What seemed strange was that above the waist I was still fully clothed, the lower half of my dress bunched up on my back. 

But as good as his word that he couldn't wait even to take us to the bedroom, I felt something much more solid than his fingers ... the knob of his cock. I hadn't even seen it yet and now it was pressing along my wet slit that was opening up widely to reveal the pink inner linings of my pubis to the gaze of the man who stood behind me ... that's if he could see anything in the semi-dark. 

He didn't have to see where he was going with that cock. I felt the hard knob at my vaginal opening, felt him pressing it forward in the mushy wetness ... felt the head lock just inside my opening, then a firm thrust by Brad and several inches were seated home inside my passage. Ooh, pure pleasure as he began to fill me. But I was so wet, so hot for his sex that I brazenly pushed my arse back at him, wanting to secure more of what he had to offer up inside my vagina. 

This man, who was a stranger less than an hour ago, didn't hesitate. He thrust forward again and a couple more inches sank inside me. "Oh YES!" I screamed back at him, wishing I could see the look on his face as my vagina swallowed up more and more of his cock shaft, "Is there more?" 

He didn't have to answer in words, his final thrust told me what I wanted to know. There was more and he shoved the rest of it deep inside me. "This is what is so good about this position, I can go deeper than any other way," Brad informed me as I felt his cock shaft now seated fully to the hilt inside me. It did feel really deep inside me. 

We paused that way for what could have been more than a minute. I wondered why he was waiting so long when he'd told me that he had to have me now. I had expected this to be almost primal, an urgent race to the finish for this man to get his rocks off inside me. Then I began to worry that maybe his long pause might have reflected him battling to control an early release. I sure hoped that was not so because I was now so eager for this ... so ready to enjoy this illicit sexual adventure. 

At last, his strokes began. For a little while, he was quite controlled, slow and steady deeply probing strokes of his cock into my vagina ... hardly the sign of a man with such urgency as he claimed. But then soon his movements increased quite rapidly and then I began feeling his piston-like rhythmic thrusts and that's when my heated body began to respond in the best way possible. 

I felt the throbbing and pulsing that began in my lower torso, in the area around my sexual parts, and spread right through my body as I felt an orgasm building quickly from his hard driving fucking that ran like a clock, never missing a beat. I could hear his breathing up behind me and Brad sounded like he might be getting close. But then my own heavy breathing seemed louder than his and the waves of excitement came bubbling to the surface within me and my body burst through a furious climax, humping beneath his driving hard thrusts as I straddled the sofa back. 

It seemed that he may have been only holding back for me to experience my first orgasm with him because as my head cleared enough to recognise what was happening, I felt his cock jerking inside me and then the familiar warmth of his creamy discharge as cum surged from the embedded cock-head deep inside me, pouring into my uterus. 

As I felt his cock continuing to spasm inside me, shooting its cum deep within, I had a momentary memory-check, trying to recall if my taking of my contraceptive pills was up to date. What with the move to this new town, I had misplaced some of my personal stuff and was still searching through boxes for some bits and pieces. 

As his cock seemed to finally still while wedged nicely inside me, I reassured myself that I thought I was up to date with birth control. An out-of-the-blue pregnancy with our two children all grown up was not something that I would want. 

As this man remained bent over my back, his cock still lodged deeply inside me, I wondered what was next. It certainly wasn't late yet. This urgent burst of sex had happened so quickly that it must only be no more than 20 minutes since I gave one last look at my husband with his arm around another woman and then left that living room arm-in-arm with the man whose penis was now gripped inside my vagina, my passage still tightly milking the last drops of his cum. 

I felt him lift up off my back and I used my hands that were flat on the sofa seat to push myself back up into an upright position, feeling the remnants of his cum, mixed with my own abundant juices, beginning to drip from my vagina. I quickly bent down to retrieve my panties and stepped into them, hauling them up quickly to staunch the flow from me. When I had straightened my body, my dress had fallen back down to cover my torso and most of my thighs. 

"We're nowhere near finished yet," Brad said plaintively, as if fearing that I might think that our party was over already. "We can go find my bed now, let you seek the comfort you wanted. Come on!" 

He took my hand and, still not switching on any lights, he led me down a darkened hallway and finally into a bedroom that looked big enough to be his ... his and whoever - I didn't even know which of the women there tonight he was married to. Or even what she might think of all this, was she as keen as he to embrace alternate bed partners? 

Again, only lit by the moonlight that was streaming in these bedroom windows, I found my way to the bed, pausing there to reach a hand up behind me and unzip the back of my dress at my neck. I felt Brad take over, lowering the zip all the way down and pushing the garment off my shoulders to let it fall in a pool around my feet. 

"That's better," I heard him say and it felt better for me too. I'd always preferred to have sex while naked. Brad's fingers had moved to the clasp of my bra in the middle of my back and I felt the garment loosen. The bra fell forward, releasing my adequate B-cuppers and I felt this man's hands reach around behind me and each palm grasped a breast and moved them around smoothly, causing each of my nipples to stiffen appreciably. 

Wanting to be comfortable to fully enjoy this next phase, I climbed onto the bed with Brad right behind me, moving to put his length alongside mine. He was on his side, facing me while I lay on my back and he quickly placed one hand on my belly just above my pubis, his fingers close enough to stretch forward and touch any private part of me down there. 

Brad bent his head over and I felt his lips surround one of my nipples and I was pleased that, in spite of his - and my - cumming, he was eager to maintain my level of heightened arousal. "I'll be good to go again soon," he briefly promised in the short time it took for his mouth to switch breasts and the initially neglected nipple felt the moist heat of his lips and tongue and even teeth as he devoured me some more. 

"Umm, that's nice!" I told him, wrapping one hand around the back of his head, from where I could steer his head - and subsequently his mouth - to whatever felt best for me. As I began to heat up deep inside once more, I felt his fingers slip inside the panties that I had pulled back on to stem the flow of his deposited cum from my vagina. Then he was pushing those panties down off my hips once more and I felt his probing fingers foraging around my pussy. 

It was the longest foreplay I had experienced in years. I don't mean to be mean toward Ben but I guess it's just the way long-term married couples become. Sex almost becomes routine and not a lot of time is spent on foreplay. We don't even complain about that, so long as we both get some satisfaction before it's over. 

But Brad was raising my body to boiling point once more and my free hand began to wander, eager to see if his oral attention to my breasts and digital attention to my clitoris were having the same effect on his cock as it was on my raging libido. I was disappointed when I touched it to find it was only half hard. My fingers began to caress and stroke it in an attempt to revive it back to full hardness. 

It was responding, but only slowly. After many minutes of my tenderly stroking fingers, I was at last confident that we again had something to work with. "Umm, that's better, I like the feel of it now," I told him, expecting him to rise up over me and reunite our bodies intimately. 

"There's no rush," was his reaction and I was disappointed that he appeared not to feel the need to fornicate now as urgently as my body did. 

"Yes there is, I can't stay here with you all night." 




Key to a Party Pt. 02



"No, that's agreed, but Alan's rules are that we have until 2.30 for you to get home." He turned to look back behind him at the bedside clock, "It's not even midnight yet so we've got heaps of time. I want to explore this body of yours, go to every nook and cranny, before I'm ready to get deep inside you again." 

"Brad, I'm so happy to be here with you, but I really can't stay until 2.30 ... that wouldn't be fair to Ben." 

"Surely you don't think if we do it again now and you rush home to him that you're gonna find him there. Honey, he's with Michelle, the police chief's wife. She's very accustomed to getting what she wants. She's not about to let him out of her bed until she's drained him of every last drop of cum. Come on, lie back and let me love you." 

"W-e-l-l! Since you put it like that, maybe I could stay until, say 2 o'clock?" 

"I'm thinking 2.15 Susan, now you just lie there and let me make you feel good all over again." 

And he did! Brad turned out to be a master lover, I hadn't had a man like this before. Well, let's face it, I hadn't had anyone else other than Ben since I got married 21 years ago ... oh, that is, except for my little indiscretion back in the city, but I'm leaving that little story until a bit later. It will reveal me to be not quite as sweet and innocent as you - the reader - might think of me. 

Brad kissed me on every piece of my naked body, then when my body began to crave his entry once more, he stalled me a bit longer by giving me a full body massage, both front and back. By the time this man rose up above me, his knees between my knees, his hard-on nudging at my pubis that was now running like a forest stream, I was so ripe and ready to be thoroughly fucked. 

His slow and powerful entry into my vagina was wonderful and I hooked my ankles over the backs of his calves in preparation for a fast and furious fuck. But that never came. It was like he never got out of first gear. Brad was in no hurry and his strokes went deep but slowly, building me up even more. My body was screaming for release as I tried every trick I could think of to get him to go quicker. 

But the man obviously knew what he was doing because even at that slow teasing pace, I began to feel the makings of an orgasm at last. To tell the truth, on reflection, I don't know that I've cum as hard as I did when it finally hit. Oh yes, there were several times during his maddeningly slow pace that I could have somehow rolled him over until I was on top and then humped him furiously until I came. But I do have to admit now that perhaps the old tortoise adage - slow and steady wins the race - just might apply here. 

When I had cum powerfully in spite of his slow rhythm, I expected that Brad would kick it up a gear so that he could then cum. I am sure that's what Ben would have done if he could ever have been that patient and controlled to do me the way Brad had just successfully fucked me. But to my surprise - and initially my disappointment - Brad switched us around so that we were on our sides for a different angle of entry and gave me more of the same. Slow and deep strokes in and out of me at something like an inch every 5 seconds. 

But you know what, it may have been taking a long time to get there, but I enjoyed another towering orgasm. It seemed like it had taken 20 minutes for me to cum twice, but each orgasm was so all-consuming that in the end I wasn't complaining. Still, I did wonder how long this man could keep this up. As he changed our positions once more, him sitting and me sitting in his lap facing him, I was able to see the bedside clock better, saw that it was still only 12.10 ... heaps of time remaining. That's if I stayed for the maximum allowable under these strange party rules. 

Brad's fucking rhythm was so slow that after two orgasms, my mind wandered to Ben, wondering how things were going with the police chief's wife. In spite of my brief bout of anger toward him for the way he kissed Michelle (I think that's what Brad said her name was), I was concerned for him and now I had some regret that I was so off-handed toward him. I would be pleased to see him again when I got home after all of this. Would I tell him what had happened, tell him about this slow languorous fuck that I was still in the midst of enjoying, even while I thought about my husband? And what about him, how much would he reveal to me, about his time with the police chief's wife? We had certainly put ourselves into a strange new chapter in our marriage. 

Well alright, it was more me, I was the one who had let this happen tonight. I had found out early enough in the evening that I could have revealed it to Ben and then suggested that we should get out of there fast. But it was this new side to me that only came over me when I gave up working and found myself at home with so much idle time that I looked to fill it in an illicit manner. 

No, I can't believe this is possible, my body is now responding to Brad's painfully slow fucking yet again. I can feel the light throbbing starting up deep inside me once more. How long can he keep this up, how many more of these climaxes do I have inside me? I stopped thinking about my Ben and gave my full attention over to the rumbling pulses that were building up throughout my lower body. After what seemed an incredibly long climb - just as long as those first two had been - the waves soared over and through me once again and I reached a shuddering powerful orgasm. 

While the fucking strokes had been slow, the three orgasms had been intensely erotic and to some extent exhausting. Both of our bodies were wet with sweat on the outside while we were wet with our juices on the inside. I felt like my hair was matted to my head. 

After each finish for me, Brad had paused completely, his rigid tool wedged tightly up inside me, to allow me to draw full pleasure from each climax. After this third one, Brad shifted on top of me again, his face hovering above mine, "How are you feeling?" 

"Oh wonderful, just wonderful ... thank you!" 

"Good, well how about we crank it up a gear now then?" 

"That sounds good but I'm in your hands, whatever you want." 

"Ok, let's give it a go." 

Well, cranking it up to Brad seemed to mean doubling his effort, but double the pace still meant he was only moving at about 5 seconds for each insertion and withdrawal. So we went through a period of double pace and ... would you believe it, he managed to get me off again. 

After that one, I thought to look across at the bedside clock ... 12.30. No, it couldn't be, had it really been 20 minutes since the last time I looked and we were still in the middle of the same long fuck. I was so impressed by the endurance of this guy and I wondered how he managed to do it. Was this tantric sex that I had read about in one of the many magazines I now bought to help fill my long days at home? 

Brad didn't ask me again but I did notice after enjoying that mind-blowing fourth orgasm that he did now seriously crank it up. He slid into a much faster rhythm that, while still not at Ben's usual pace, he was now fucking me the way I would have expected ... the way that he had when he took me doggie style over the sofa what seemed like hours ago now. 

As my body built toward a fifth orgasm, I could hear and feel a new urgency in Brad's powerful thrusts inside me and I figured that this would certainly be my last ... that is, if I even made it. Having been so controlled for so long, it now felt like Brad had just let go and determined to let his body take its natural course. As I felt this fifth release building to a crescendo inside my body, it seemed like we were in a race to see who got there first. 

Fortunately, as I felt the warm surge of his creamy juices spasming from his tip deep within me, my own body crested wonderfully and the waves of one final bout of pleasure washed through me. 

Brad's hot and sweaty body collapsed fully onto my hot and sweaty body but there was no way I was about to complain. I allowed my body to soak up the last remnants of pleasure from the end of those precious multiple orgasms while enjoying the diminishing spasms of his cock within my vagina until we were both at last completely still. 

Thoughtfully, Brad rolled us over, still locked as one through the combining of our genitals, but on our sides, facing each other, hugging intimately close. I allowed myself to lapse into sleep in a natural way, pleasurably content as I was. Therefore, when I next opened my eyes and turned to see the bedside clock showing 2.20, I let out a startled squeal that woke my fornicating partner. 

"What, what's wrong?" 

"The time! Oh my God Brad, look at how late it is. Isn't 2.30 the time limit?" 

"Yes, sort of." 

"What do you mean sort of?" 

"Well, Alan's rules say that everyone should be back home in their own bed by 2.30." 

"Oh God, there's no way I will be. And what about your wife, she could come in that door any moment ... she might even have come home while we slept and be sitting out in the living room. Oh, this is so bad. Come on, let me up, I've got to go." 

He hung on to me, hugging me to his body, "Come on, it's not quite 2.30, how about we have a naughty quickie? Come on, 5 minutes tops, I promise you." 

"No Brad, I've got to go now, oh this is so awful, I can't believe we dropped off to sleep like that. I suppose it's no wonder, that was some night we've had." I managed to extricate myself from his hug and clambered out of his bed, searching for my clothes. "Thank you," I remembered to say to him as I pulled my panties up and looked around for my dress and bra, "you are very good, probably too good." 

"Just doing what comes naturally." 

"That's all well and good to say that, but I doubt that many men do it that naturally and that well ... thanks again." 

"Draw out my keys again at the next party." 

"Oh God, I don't know if I'll even be at the next party. Goodness knows how it went for my husband tonight. I mightn't even still have a marriage when I get home." 

"I am sure he'll be very understanding, particularly after having his cock inside Michelle." 

I didn't want to hear it described that way. I had just been through an incredible night of sex and my body was sedated with pleasure, but the last thing I wanted to hear was that my husband had just enjoyed another woman's body as much as mine, possibly even more so than with me. I faced a moment of truth when I got home ... guilt feelings were rising within me. 

I was somehow dressed and I headed back through this unfamiliar house, still darkened, wondering how I would find my way home. I bumped into the sofa where this little adventure had started a few hours ago. a A still nude Brad caught up to me, "Honey, here are my car keys, you take the car home, I'll come around and pick it up later today." 

"Oh my God no, I can't do that, it would be so embarrassing for you and Ben to meet up after what I've just done with you." 

"There'll be no meeting honey. You leave my keys on the floor of the car and I'll walk around to your place and get in the car and drive home, You'll never see me and never hear me drive away. I promise I'll be very discrete." 

"Well ok then, it would help to be able to drive home ... thank you." 

Brad at last switched a light on and pointed me toward the door to the garage through which we had entered the house a few hours ago. I got into the car and he followed me into his garage, using a remote to open the garage door. He was still stark naked. his cock half flaccid, half hard - and dripping. I started the engine, put the gear-stick into reverse and began to back out onto the driveway. The headlights illuminated my lover standing there just inside his garage. 

Another car coming down the street caused me to pause on the driveway to let it go by. I thought how crazy it was to be reversing out of Brad's garage at 2.30 in the morning and find passing traffic in this quiet street. But instead of driving by, the headlights swung in behind me and then around me. Their driveway was wide enough for two cars to fit alongside. 

That car pulled in alongside me and a woman that I can't remember meeting at the party smiled and waved to me as she opened the door of the car and began to walk toward Brad - her husband obviously. I lingered for a moment at the wheel of Brad's car, long enough to see his wife greet him with a kiss as her hand grabbed a hold of his cock and she yanked on it a couple of times. I had the thought that her hand would be smeared with his and my juices after grasping his cock. 

This was all too much for me. I backed his car out onto the street and drove the two blocks to my house, parking Brad's car on our driveway and seeing lights on inside our house. Oh my God, was Ben still up? I got out of the car and walked up to my front door. I checked my watch, it was 2.35 and I was late by Alan's rules. 

Ben continues 

I awoke in the semi-dark in a bed not my own in a bedroom not my own. I looked around and spotted the naked woman asleep alongside me and searched my somewhat inebriated mind to identify how I got here and what I might have done here. I felt my cock and found it flaccid and spent, the tell-tale signs of after-sex still moistly present. 

I glanced across at the bedside clock, it was 12.30, but that meant little because I couldn't recall how long I might have been in this bed. I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling and slowly, my mind recalled some answers. I remembered the keys in the bowl, me being selected by this very attractive woman who now slumbered totally naked alongside me. 

Now I could recall going down on her, the excitement of her cumming on the end of my tongue, then the pleasure of being inside her, fucking her. But just as those enjoyable memories were coming back to me, another thought train ran across the pathway in my mind. In this one, I could see my wife Susan quite vividly ... see her rushing out the door of that house where we guys exchanged keys, her driving off with another man. I could see her in bed with that man, see her letting him fuck her. 

But then the picture wasn't as clear. I couldn't see if she was enjoying it or if she had come to her senses after she had flaunted her would-be adulterous behaviour in front of me at the end of the party. Had she had second thoughts when she reached Brad's house? Maybe she had even rejected him, rushed home to see if I might be there waiting for her? 

I decided I better go, just in case. I would hate for Susan to be home before me and me appearing to be the prime adulterer. I eased myself up out of the bed and walked around the room, finding articles of my clothing and putting them on until I was at last fully dressed. I was just trying to decide whether to wake the sleeping beauty when her voice from the bed startled me, "What are you doing, where are you going?" 

"Oh, hi Michelle ... err, I'll be off now. I'm, err ... I'm going home now." 

"Why?" 

"Well, we've had a good time, we've fucked and I went down on you. You've cum a couple of times and I've cum too ... things are pretty good." 

"Haven't you got another one in you? I was expecting for us to go around again, maybe a bit slower and longer this time." 

"Oh, I don't know, I think I might be done. Might be the drinks, I think I could have had a bit too much." 

"But it's only, err..." she paused while she turned to look at the clock, "look, it's only 12.30, we've still got two hours." 

"I thought 2.30 was the absolute limit, I didn't expect that everybody had to stay out till 2.30." 

"It's just the way it goes, most of the serious players do. I hoped you might be one of those Ben." 

"No, I don't think I'm a serious player. Don't forget that I never knew this was going to happen until 5 minutes before I had to throw my keys into the bowl." 

"It's your wife, isn't it? You're worried about her. Well, I can assure you there's no rush, I told you Brad will take good care of her and I bet he won't give her up until 2.30." 

"Oh, he might, particularly if she changes her mind, decides it's not what she wants." 

"I think that might be more wishful thinking on your part Ben than reality." 

"Yeah whatever, I still think I'll go now, thanks for a good night." 

"Ok, are you going to give me a kiss before you go?" 

I looked at her, splendidly naked, on her side facing me, her breasts and her bare pubis exposed for me to see and admire. I stepped forward tentatively and bent down to kiss her. She ensured there was quickly tongue activity and her hand reached up and grasped the front of my trousers, gripping my package. I was tempted, very tempted, to take all my clothes off and fuck her again. As I enjoyed the kiss, my mind reasoned with me, 'What would it be, maybe another half-hour plus another climax inside this woman.' 

But then in my mind I saw another image of Susan, now sitting at home, waiting for me and that did it. I broke away from the passionate kiss and backed up, her hand forced to let go of the clutch of my cock and balls. "Sorry Michelle, I am going, thanks again for a good night. Don't get up, I'll find my way out." 

I did turn my head back at the bedroom door and planted a picture in my mind of her body laying there, eager for another fuck. At the time, I thought how that scene would be indelibly imprinted in my mind. I retrieved my car keys and closed her front door quietly behind me, got into my car and drove home to find my house in darkness. 

I parked the car away in the garage and went into the house. I put some lights on and searched through every room, there was nobody there. Our bed was still as we had left it, with the corners of the top sheet turned back. It made me think of the chocolate that Michelle had left on the pillow and then thinking of her I reflected on how I could by now be sliding in and out of that gorgeous woman again instead of standing alone in my new house, wondering how things had turned out for my wife with this guy Brad. 

I decided to sit up in the lounge room and wait for her. I turned off all of the inside lights and switched on the outside light over the front door. For a while I sat alone in the dark but soon decided I didn't enjoy the thoughts I was contemplating. So I switched on a lamp and began to watch TV to pass the time. 

When 2.30 came and went, I really began to worry. Did they not hear the rules? Then I recalled how Susan and Brad seemed to have left early. They may have slipped out while Alan was still going over them. If they did, I could understand Susan not knowing there was a 2.30 deadline, but this Brad guy couldn't claim ignorance, he would have heard them before. 

At 2.40, I saw the headlights of a car swing onto the driveway. Was Susan coming home in a cab or was Brad dropping her off? Whose car was it? I went to the window and peeped out. It wasn't a cab, the car was unfamiliar to me, but I saw Susan step out of the driver's seat. She must have driven his car home, how would Brad get it back? Would I need to confront him if he came to retrieve it tomorrow? Oops, no it's today, we're already into Sunday. 

I resisted going to open the door for my wife. I switched on an overhead light to increase the illumination in the room. I wanted to clearly see what condition she was in. I hurried back to my seat on the lounge just as Susan fitted her key in the front door. 

My wife was framed momentarily in the open doorway. Her hair was messed and tousled, it looked like she hadn't even run a comb through it. I recalled how well coiffured she was when she left this house with me 7 hours ago, but now ... it looked like someone had run their fingers roughly through her hair over and over, possibly even tugged on it in a moment of passion. Brad probably had! She even looked like a man could have held her head in his hands, keeping her steady while he pumped his cock into her open mouth ... Brad could have. Her hair looked like she had rolled her head around a lot on a pillow while in the throes of intense sexual pleasure ... Susan probably had! 




Key to a Party Pt. 02



As she came forward into the room, I could see that her dress was all creased in front from the waist down. It looked as if her dress had been rolled up from the bottom hem to the waist and held there for it to leave such obvious creases. 

"Oh you're still up?" were her words in lieu of a normal hello. 

"Would you expect me to go to bed and try to sleep while you were still out?" 

"No, I guess not ... but you could have. It wouldn't have worried me." 

"So it's quite late." 

"Oh, is it?" She rolled her wrist over and stared at her watch, "Oh not really, it's only just gone 2.30." 

"Didn't you stay to hear Alan read the rules?" 

"No, Brad and I cut out early, he should have known them. Was there a time limit?" 

"Yes, 2.30!" 

"Well, I'm only ten minutes over that, it's no big deal." 

"Not to you obviously." 

"What does that mean?" 

Her attitude seemed to be as aggressive as I realised mine was, so I chose not to answer that at this time. Instead I asked another question, "When did you find out what kind of party this was and that wife swapping was on the agenda?" 

"What? Oh Ben, I don't know ... um, I guess when I told you at the party, just a few minutes before Glenda produced that bowl for all the guys to put their keys in." 

"Why don't you try the truth Susan ... you found out shortly after we got to the party, didn't you?" 

"Oh my God, what is this, an inquisition? What the fuck does it matter?" 

"It matters a lot for me to know when you found out and how long you knew before you bothered to fill me in, to give me the chance to have a choice." 

"Oh Ben, fuck this and fuck you. It's been a long night and I've had way too much to drink ... I'm not about to argue with you about when I found out we were at a key party. If you didn't enjoy yourself tonight, that's not my problem. Now I'm going to have a shower and go to bed. If you're spoiling for an argument, then we'll do it in the morning when my heads a bit clearer ... if that's what you really want." 

"You had a shower just before we went out tonight, why are you going to have another one now." 

Susan tilted her head to one side in a sort of 'You've got to be kidding me' look. "You're joking ... I don't know what you've been doing for the last few hours Ben, but I've been doing what everybody else at the party has been doing in homes all over this town and now I just reek of sex. You wouldn't want to sleep alongside me smelling like this." 

My wife turned on her heels and left the room, heading toward the hallway that led to our bedroom ... and the bathroom. I heard the water flow start and rose up from my chair. I followed down that hallway and past the bathroom where Susan was showering. I turned into our bedroom, walked over to the bed and picked up her purse. I opened it and had a quick rummage through. 

Besides keys and money and the obligatory safety tampon that most women carry always, I pulled out a foil strip of 3 condoms. We never used condoms so why would my wife have a strip of them in her purse. Did she pick them up at Brad's house and why ... or was she already carrying condoms in her purse before tonight? I threw her purse back onto our bed. I undressed and put my pyjamas on. I heard the bathroom door opening so I headed for it, swapping places with Susan as we silently passed in the doorway and I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I took a quick piss, then I turned to the laundry hamper and opened it to find her dress and bra and panties on the top. 

I picked up her panties, turned them inside out and examined the crotch. What was this going to tell me? They were very wet in the crotch and something dried and congealed there too, probably dried cum. I did feel guilty to be doing this but convinced myself that she had driven me to it. So what did this prove? I could already reasonably assume that she had had sex with Brad over the past 4 hours. 

I returned to our bedroom, the bedside clock told me it was now just after 3am. She had left a bedside lamp on for me to find my way to the bed but to all appearances, she was asleep already. It must have taken an hour before I dropped off. 

Naturally I woke late on Sunday morning. I glanced across at the clock to find it was almost midday. I was surprised to find that my wife was up and out of bed already. I wondered how long she had been up. I clambered out of bed, still feeling a little dusty and made my way into the bathroom with a morning woody. As soon as I had taken a piss, I realised that it wasn't a genuine erection, just that kind you get when your body is holding back the need to urinate. 

As I turned around from the toilet, I noticed the lid of the laundry hamper was up and Susan's clothes from last night, including those stained panties and her creased dress, were gone. I meandered down the hallway as I was, still in my pyjamas, passing the laundry, hearing the washing machine running, cleaning away all the evidence of Susan's shame from last night. I found her on the patio, just off the kitchen. 

She saw me in the doorway, my eyes squinting from the bright sunshine. She sounded pleasant enough as she greeted me, "Oh hi, yes I know, bright isn't it? I'm only just up myself, the coffees still warm if you want one." 

Pleased to see her demeanour appeared to be a bit better this morning, I turned and went back to the kitchen bench, pouring a coffee into my regular mug and then turning to head out onto the patio. As I approached the table at which Susan sat, she surprised me by turning her face toward me and pursing her lips. We usually did briefly kiss at the start of each day but I hadn't expected it after last night's row. 

I briefly contemplated passing up on kissing her, but then at the last minute decided to approach her cordially, so I gave her a peck on the lips - nothing more. She was the one who opened the conversation up to last night, "Oh Ben, can you believe last night, wasn't that just the weirdest evening we've ever had? Oh my God, I was so nervous at having to go off with a complete stranger. And seeing you with another woman, oh that did my head in. I know I said some spiteful things when I saw you two kiss ... I'm sorry about that." 

I was completely taken aback by her changed attitude this morning. Gone was the aggression of 3am. She continued to lead the conversation. Why not, I was still reeling in shock from her lack of the argument I expected we would need to have. 

"So Ben, how was it, what was she like, what was it like to have another woman after all these monogamous years with me?" 

When I didn't answer her immediately, just staring blankly and open-mouthed at her in my surprise, she changed tack, "Oh God, you did do it with her, surely. Don't tell me you chickened out? She looked like she was so hot for you, what was her name?" 

At last I got some words to form for me, "Err, no ... err, that is, no I didn't chicken out. So yes, I did do it with her. Err, Michelle, her name was Michelle. Yes, I guess it was ok, I think I left her wanting more." 

"Wanting more, oh that's a good sign. If she wanted more, why didn't you give her more." 

I couldn't help myself, I had expected an argument and there was no way I was about to let her off the hook, "Because I stupidly thought that you might be here waiting for me and I didn't want to be off fucking some other woman when my loving wife was at home alone waiting for me." 

"Oh Ben, that was silly, you should have made the most of such an opportunity. It's not often that a chance presents itself like that for us both to have no commitment sex. What I loved most was the freedom to do it knowing that you were doing exactly the same as me at the same time. So I felt no guilt, no shame ... well, not much anyway." 

"So it really didn't bother you Susan, that after 21 years of happy marriage, we just shat on our wedding vows by bonking someone else's spouse?" 

"Oh Ben, has it all been 21 years of happy marriage? Haven't you felt that things were a little stale at times?" 

"No I can't say I have." 

"Well darling I have. Oh my God, I believe that last night was so therapeutic. I am betting that you'll find in the next few days that our experiences last night will give our own sex lives a huge boost. I reckon when we go to bed tonight, we'll enjoy some mind-blowing sex together." 

"I hope you're right Susan, but I can't see how it would have taken that little episode last night to fire us up?" 

"Oh don't you? Oh darling, of course it did. Just doing it with another person, I mean the different little things they do that we might never have tried. Surely you picked up something from Michelle ... I mean a different technique that maybe her husband uses, something that would make our sex better. Ben, I think I learned a thing or two from Brad." 

"Really, so what would that be Susan?" 

"Oh I don't know, let's just wait and see when we go to bed tonight. See, isn't that exciting already, just the anticipation for us both all day today, thinking about us having sex again ... our first time since being with someone else. We haven't had that sort of buzz of anticipation for a night of sex for years now." 

This conversation where my wife had tried to put a positive spin on a night of wife swapping or swinging - whatever you wanted to call it - had completely distracted me from the topic I wanted to raise. That was why did she not tell me earlier in the night about us being at a key party, why not give me the chance to decide for myself if I wanted to participate? And why had she been so eager to indulge in it herself? Why had she not previously told me if she thought our sex life was dull? And what about the condoms in her purse? 

But Susan obviously wanted to pursue her theme of how sex had been with different bed partners, "So Ben, come on tell me, how did it really go with Michelle, did she cum for you? Oh, I hope she did." 

Reluctantly, I played along, "Yes of course she did," I boasted, "twice I think. I ... err, I went down on her and got her off and then we did it normally and she came again." 

"Ben, you licked her out, I'll bet she liked that, you're so good at that." 

"Yeah, she seemed to. She was pretty wild when she came, she jammed my face so tightly up against her pussy that I thought she was going to shove my nose up inside her." Should I ask her now how things went with Brad? Did I really want to hear that? I had no idea if there was any protocol to ask your spouse for comments on the morning after attending a key party. I finally gave it a try, "So how about Brad, was it good for you?" 

I didn't like seeing her eyes roll in emphasis as her mind obviously recollected some moments from her illicit night, "Oh Ben, it was marvellous, so different to married sex. Do you know what, he got me to park his car inside the garage and we entered his house directly from the garage. It was really dark in there and he didn't switch any lights on. He was so hot for it..." 

"Hot for you probably," I interrupted. 

"Well maybe, anyway we didn't even make it to the bedroom. In the dark, he just pushed me to what turned out to be a sofa in the living room and bent me forward over the back of the sofa. In a flash, he had my dress up and my panties down and he was pushing his penis inside me. I mean, I hadn't even seen it at that stage, had no idea what it would be like ... large or small, thick or thin, circumcised or not. I just had no idea." 

"Did that matter?" 

"No, I guess not. Once I felt it inside me, I guess it was just like any other penis. He knew what to do with it and he gave me a very solid fucking." Her eyes rolled again, "Oh my God, what a workout." 

"So that wasn't all of it, I guess?" 

"Oh God no, but that urgent quickie had been so exciting, I mean doing it in the dark and from behind me and I hadn't seen his penis. Anyway, he led us inside to his bedroom and then he was very attentive, very kissy kissy all over. I helped him get it up again by stroking it and then he began the most..." 

She had paused and my wife was just staring at me. "What, what's wrong?" I asked. 

"I'm so sorry darling, I probably shouldn't go on with that." 

"Why not?" 

"That was very inconsiderate of me, I got carried away." 

"What were you about to say? You started with 'he began the most,' so what was that going to be?" 

"Oh God, I'm sorry ahead of what I'm going to say. But Ben I have to be honest with you and admit it, it was the most incredible fuck I have ever had, so different." 

I felt a stab in my heart to see her so ebullient as she recalled her time with Brad. 

"I think he must be into tantric sex ... do you know what that is Ben? I don't know that much, but I've read in magazines about how some guys can just hold off cumming for hours. Well, when Brad got big again..." 

"When you managed to get Brad big again?" 

"Yes, I guess so, it was my hand that got him up again. Anyway, he gave me the slowest fuck I have ever had. His strokes were maddeningly slow, barely moving but so arousing doing it that way. I felt every bit of his erection against every part of my passage, sliding so slowly, both in and out. Although at times I wanted to just scream at him to finish me off." 

"So how long did that go on for?" I must admit to being intrigued now, maybe this was what Susan meant when she said that we could both learn from having been with other partners. Did she expect me to try holding back, to try tantric sex? 

"Oh God, who knows? I think I looked at the clock a couple of times, not at the start or the end, but just a couple of times while he was fucking me so slowly. I remember that was 20 minutes apart and as I said, that wasn't the start and the finish. So I guess it was way longer than half-an-hour. My God Ben, that's a long time for a man to be sliding his thing in and out of a woman's vagina without a break." 

"So you came?" 

Her eyes rolled again, "Oh did I cum? Five times Ben, can you believe that, I've never heard of any woman cumming five times in one session. I mean, some of my girlfriends boast about things they've done but none of them have ever said that." 

"So you and your girlfriends talk about what sex you've enjoyed ... or I guess not enjoyed too?" 

"Yes, we always have. Oh don't be upset Ben, it's a woman thing." 

"So what would you tell them about your night with Brad? Are you going to admit to having another partner for the night? What do you think they'll say?" 

"Well, it's so different now. Here we are in this new home, new town, it's not like I'll be meeting the girls over coffee any more. I might call up one or two for a chat and it might just come up." 

"So it sounds like you're pretty happy with how the night went?" 

"Yes Ben, I have to admit I liked what went on, it was good ... really good. But as I said to you, I want to use this experience to make our sex better, starting tonight." 

"Ok! So do you want to see this guy again Susan?" 

"Oh Ben, no of course not! It was just a casual night of sex, an exciting diversion. But there's no way you could hook up with any of these people outside of the key parties. This is a small town, much smaller than we're used to. Everyone would gossip about an affair and it could destroy a marriage. I don't want that. Ben, I just enjoyed the excitement for a few hours." 

"Are you going to want to go to more of these key parties?" 

"I don't know, I guess it's up to you. We can only go as a couple, so if you say no, that's it." 

"So you obviously felt that our marriage was stale and we needed something like this. Is that why you chose not to tell me what was going to happen last night, even after you found out early in the evening?" 

"How do you know that?" 

"Well, I worked it out but I admit Michelle did plant the possibility in my mind." 

"Did she now?" Yes Ben, I will admit I found out when I wandered away to try talking to different groups of people on my own." 

"Why did you not come back and tell me then?" 

"I thought about it, but I considered that you wouldn't approve and would have suggested we should leave. I'm more experimental than you, I figured that if it came unexpectedly you'd have to go along with it and you just might enjoy yourself." 

"So it seems like your first sex outside of our marriage was a big success. There'll be no stopping you now." 

"Umm!" she sort of agreed but I watched her eyes. She appeared to be distracted and I tried to work out where her mind was ... could it be something else from what I had just asked? I went over what I had said to her again, 'So it seems like your first sex outside of our marriage was a big success. There'll be stopping you now.' Was she contemplating trying to do it more often, but then the revelation hit me. Was it my words, 'your first sex outside of our marriage?' 

Susan, tell me what you're thinking right now?" 

"What do you mean Ben?" 

"I can see your mind reflecting on something and I want to know what it is, what are you thinking about?" 

"No Ben, you don't want to know?" 

"Yes I do, I really do, come on, out with it." 

"Ben, can you handle the truth?" 

"I'd rather the truth than a string of lies." 

"Ok, you asked for it. My time with Brad last night was not the first time I had sex with another man since we got married." 

"Really, you better tell me more then." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Of course I'm sure, I want honesty." 

"It was only recently and there has only been the one ... one man I mean, not just one time." 

"Umm, it sounds like you better reveal all." 

To be continued in Part 3