Mary’s husband had been begging her to go to one of these parties for months. He thought it’d bring the spark back they had been lacking for many years. Since the birth of their twelve-year-old, she just didn’t want him. She didn’t want anyone. She had even permitted him to adopt a mistress.
When they entered, he dropped his keys in the bowl and went to find his friend who was hosting the party. A very tall woman came up to Mary with an extra drink. “Hi, I’m Francesca, the rule conferrer. You must be Mary. Leo told me you and your husband would join us tonight. Please, mingle. You’ll be going home with one of them tonight.” She winked and walked away from the trembling Mary.
Mary found the powder room and hid, trying to collect herself. She didn’t want to get to know these degenerates. She didn’t want to be here at all. She figured this was the only way her husband would finally feel like he had permission. That was the only reason she even agreed.
After a few minutes, her nerves calmed, and she stepped back out, nearly flooring a stocky, well-built man. She turned scarlet and mumbled a quick apology. “It’s ok, Mary. I shouldn’t be walking so close to the doors. Last month, I ended up with a black eye doing the same damn thing.” Her shock at his knowing her name was apparent in her wide brown eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Leo.”
She nodded and tried to escape. He grabbed her hand before she could leave and ran his thumb across her knuckles. “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine. Just ready to get this evening over.” She covered her mouth with the horror of exposing her censure. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”
He just smiled, “It’s alright, Mary. It’s perfectly normal for someone who has never experienced this to be skeptical or even aggressively against it. Let me introduce you to everyone; maybe that will make you feel better about tonight.” He showed her around, introducing her to three lawyers, a doctor, several teachers, and a few homemakers like herself. Everyone seemed very nice, which calmed her enough to enjoy the party, but when everyone was directed to the fire pit, her nerves skyrocketed.
Francesca started by introducing everyone and then the rules. “This month, the rules changed, just a bit. 1. The women will draw keys this month. 2. As always, whoever you draw is the person you will spend the rest of the night with; discussion with your spouse is up to the spouses, not the partner of the coupling. 3. This month, the coupling of tonight may meet at any other time during the month for any reason.” The blood in Mary’s face drained like a sieve holding water. She didn’t want this to be a long-term gig.
When it came time for Mary to draw keys, she drew a single key, and Leo grinned and winked. She blushed, assuming the key belonged to him. Mary’s husband found her before leaving with the woman who drew his keys, and kissed her. “Have fun. Relax. Leo’s a good guy.” Then he turned and left with a very drunk school teacher.
Once everyone was gone, Mary found herself alone with Leo. He was picking up plates and cups. “I hope you don’t mind, but I rarely participate. I clean up while my wife fucks around. I have trouble in the bedroom. I hope you don’t mind. Franny has some toys if…”
“Oh, God, no. You can’t believe how happy this makes me!” She threw her arms around his neck with all the abandon of a very tipsy girl. “I was dreading tonight. My husband wanted this because I’m just not all that interested in sex.” Her face-splitting grin was infectious.
They went to bed soon after cleaning and drinking a bottle of very expensive wine. To keep up appearances, they slept in the same bed. Late into the night, Leo had moved over to her side and was caressing her breasts. Her body was reacting to his touch like it hadn’t in years. Her nipples were tender to his touch. Her hands were roaming over his chest. Both were in a drunken, sleep-induced seduction. She wanted him; her body was aching from his touch. Mary figured what was good for the goose was good for the gander, and this gander finally wanted herself a goose.
She knelt over him and uncovered his body, finding him extremely hard, already protruding from his boxers. His hand wrapped around the thickness of his delicious-looking cock, pumping up and down. She leaned down and wrapped her mouth around him. He was salty, and the bit of precum was zesty. She swallowed him as far as he would reach and used her hand for the rest of him. She licked the underbelly over and over, savoring the feel of his cock on her tongue. His hand was on her head, guiding her movements, his other hand sliding beneath her panties to find her pussy soaked already. She moaned when his fingers found her swollen clit, pressing on it every time her head bobbed down his pulsing cock.
He pulled her hair suddenly and pushed her back onto the mattress. He was on her immediately, pulling her clothes off and sliding into her with no preamble. She groaned at the intimate intrusion. She hadn’t had anyone there in over two years. But that didn’t stop him, and she didn’t want him to stop. He crashed into her over and over; she moaned loudly as her orgasm threatened to crush her. He slipped his hand between them, and his fingers found their target, pressing her clit, she dove into infinity, spiraling out of control with a scream of pleasure Leo hadn’t heard from anyone, even his wife. His weak control crumbled; he slipped out, and he released his own on her stomach.
Mary had a new spring to her step in the following days. She had chosen not to detail to her husband of her nocturnal activities. She didn’t understand the implications. She was at the grocery store the next time she saw Leo. When she felt him behind her in the line, felt the sheer bulk of him standing intimately close, she tried to listen to the low hum of the beeping registers and murmured conversations, but then his breath warmed the side of her face as he said quietly, “I want to devastate your body.”
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