by Karly Violet
“Yeah, maybe.” Marcy sighs. “I hope Renee will find a top to wear before she comes to the party, though. It wouldn’t look good if my husband ends up staring at another woman’s chest at the party.” She smiles smugly at me.
“Hey, if she shows up to the party without her top on, there will be lots of other men looking at her as well. It wouldn’t just be me.”
“Just try to control yourself, Jake. Be a good boy.” Marcy returns to kiss my cheek before getting up from the sofa. “I’m going to get me a glass of water. Would you like something as well?”
“Sure. I’ll take a soft drink,” I tell her as I watch my wife walk out of the room. Turning my attention to the window nearby, I watch as Sadie works on the flowers on her front porch. Her outfit today involves a very small tied-up tee shirt that has been cut on the bottom to reveal her physically fit midriff. There’s no denying that the woman next door is highly attractive and very sexual in the way she presents herself to others. Just yesterday she felt my growing hardon as I hugged her tightly. It’s possible that I had something to do with making certain that she would feel it, but even so, she reached out to confirm with her hand that I was hard. All in front of my wife. That was a ballsy move for her, as well as for me.
As I take the glass of water from Marcy, I sit back and think about what we have seen and heard over the last couple of days in our new neighborhood. Things are definitely not the same around here as they were in Boston, but a lot of that was to be expected in a place like Miami. The greeting we have received from our neighbors, though, was not. Hopefully the party this weekend will help to settle some questions that Marcy and I have about our new home and the community we find ourselves in.
Chapter Four: Not Just Any Party
The music is loud as we walk into our neighbors’ house next door. There appear to be more than two dozen people in the large living room and dining room, all of them dancing, drinking, or doing a combination of both. Luke and Sadie Campbell walk over to welcome us into their home.
“Hello! We’re so glad you could make it,” Luke says to us as he reaches out to pat me on the side of the arm. The two ladies hug each other before we then exchange partners to greet each other. I’m a little surprised as Sadie’s lips graze the side of my face and her hand runs along the lower part of my back. It’s not that I’m repulsed at all by her greeting, but I can’t remember a time when the wife of another man has intentionally been so affectionate to me.
“We have lots to show you tonight,” Sadie says with a smile on her face as she backs away from me and smiles at us both. “You’re in for a great time!”
“What sort of party is this again?” my wife asks.
“We call it a key club party,” Luke replies. “As a matter of fact, we need a copy of your house key, Jake.” He looks at me as if this is some sort of normal request.
“My house key? Why?”
“Just play along,” Sadie answers with a smile. “We play a game using our house keys. Don’t worry, you’ll get it back.” The young woman watches me closely as I reach into my pocket and pull out my house key. I hand it over to Luke and he immediately places it into a small, plain envelope. “You’re number one-sixty-seven,” he tells me.
“The same as our address?” I reply.
“Yes, the same. It’s how this game is played, with a key and an address.” Luke looks over at Sadie and tells her, “I’m going to go put this with the others. We’ll be drawing soon.”
“The sooner the better.” His wife nods at him and then watches as he walks away. “It was his idea.”
“The game?” Marcy asks.
Sadie nods her head. “The whole party thing and the keys game. After a while, we started referring to this as the key club because of the way everyone on the street wanted to be a part of this. Only the most prominent of our little gated community attend.”
“Really? Prominent?” I chuckle. “We just got here.”
“Still, I like the both of you,” she tells me. “You both seem to fit in here very well and so I am hoping that you will have a lot of fun tonight. I would be willing to bet everything I have that you will.” A sort of devilish grin appears on Sadie’s face. There’s something about this party that is not what most people would expect. For one thing, I can see that some people are making their way around the room and flirting with others. That’s not something you often see when couples attend parties together, but who am I to judge?
“We like games,” Marcy says as she nods her head at our host. “I’m sure we will have a great time.”
“You will.” Sadie turns to leave, but as she does, she winks at me. I feel goosebumps form on the back of my neck as I watch the young wife leave Marcy and I alone. I have the distinct feeling that there is some sort of surprise awaiting us.
“I wonder what they’re up to,” I say out loud.
“It’s a game,” my wife replies. “I’m sure they’ll fill us in on the rules soon.” Turning her attention to the others at the party, Marcy adds, “I think we should make our way around the room and introduce ourselves. We haven’t met all of our neighbors yet.” She turns and walks away from me as I wonder whether I should go along with her. Something stops me as I look around the room and recognize some of the people we have already met. Everyone is dressed this time, but their clothing is definitely revealing and sexually suspect. Why is it that people in our little gated community feel the need to dress so provocatively? Is it just a community norm that most of them adhere to without much thought? Somehow, I doubt it. There is a purpose to their attire, I’m certain of it.
After another half-hour and a couple of drinks, I hear Luke Campbell call out to get our attention. “Everybody, please,” he says after ringing a small bell. “Listen up. We are ready for the game.” The others in the large living room become still as they turn and look at the handsome man. “As many of you know, we have a new couple in our community.” Waving his hand toward my wife, he says, “This is Marcy, who lives next door to us.” The party guests clap their hands as they look in her direction.
Luke’s eyes then scan the room until he finds me. “And her lesser half…” Everyone laughs as they turn their attention to me at the direction of his hand. “Marcy’s husband, Jake.” Clapping follows the laughter as I feel my face flood with red. My wife smiles at me before turning her attention back to our host.
“The rules of the game are quite clear,” he begins as he reaches down for a small woven basket on a table next to him. “The keys from the men in this room are inside. The ladies will each draw a key from the basket. Once you do, you will look at the address on the tag attached to the key. That is where you ladies will be going.” Luke looks around the room and continues, “You men will go home after the drawing without knowing which woman is coming to your house. When she gets there, she will knock on the front door and you will let her inside. For the rest of the night, you will stay in your house together. It would be a good time to get to know each other and talk about each other’s spouses.” A wicked smile crosses his face. “Of course, whatever else happens, happens. There will be no discussion with your wife or husband about what is said or done tonight. Is that clear?” Most of the men and women in the room raise their glasses or say something like ‘clear’ to answer our host. My skin begins to prickle even more as the obvious fills my mind.
“So, ladies, are you ready?” Sadie walks up and reaches into the basket. “Remember, if you get your own key you need to trade it into the basket for another. This is an icebreaker game.”
“Gentlemen, it’s time for you to go home.” I’m still a little confused as I watch the men in the room begin to walk toward the front door. Luke walks up to me with a smile on his face. “It’s going to be okay, Jake.”
“I’m locked out of my house,” I joke nervously. “I don’t have a key.” I look at the basket at the front of the room where the women are drawing for keys.
“Oh, yeah.” He reaches into his pocket and fishes out a
key. “Sadie got this from Marcy. I think there might have been some confusion earlier about the keys. Besides, most of us leave our doors unlocked on this night.”
“But…”
“Gated, well-guarded community,” he interrupts. “Go ahead. Someone will be at your house soon, Jake.” Luke smiles as he walks me to the door. Without saying another word, I leave the house and the door closes behind me.
“Um...what the fuck?” I begin to walk toward my house while trying to sort out what has just happened. Though I want to believe that Marcy is safe, I begin to question just what might be happening to her inside the house. She’s still there, and I’m now out here walking along the sidewalk a short distance to our home. If it wasn’t for the fact that the other men at the party are leaving as well, I would be very inclined to go back inside to retrieve my wife.
After I get inside my house, I find myself having a great deal of difficulty settling down to wait for whatever is going to happen. Pacing the floor, I begin to talk to myself as I reason what is going on. “Is this a cult?” I wonder. “Maybe some kind of weird initiation for new people in the neighborhood? What the fuck do they mean when they say the women are drawing keys and going to other homes?” My heart races as I begin to answer my own questions. A cult? Likely not, but still, something weird is going on around here. An initiation? No. I don’t think so. However, the drawing of keys was definitely taking place. All I know is that someone else besides my wife is supposed to come here and I’m supposed to let her in.
I jump as there is a slight knock on the front door. After walking to the door, I open it to find Sadie standing on the other side. She smiles, says nothing at first, and walks into my home. Closing the door, I struggle to control the thoughts racing through my mind.
“Hello, Jake,” she says with a smile as she looks around the living room. “You and Marcy have done a lot around here since I last saw this place.”
“Yeah.” Sadie is wearing a tight tee shirt with no bra as well as a pair of jeans that are tight and revealing. After swallowing hard, I ask, “So, what is this game, really?”
She smiles. “The game is this.” Sadie walks up to me and while looking into my eyes she runs her fingers along my chest. “We just get to know each other.” She then turns and walks over to the sofa. Patting the cushion beside her, she waits for me to join her.
As I sit down, I ask, “Where’s Marcy?”
Sadie shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know. She left when I did. I would guess that she’s at the house that matches her key.”
I shake my head. “Did you really draw the key to this house?”
“Of course I did, silly.” She smiles as she pulls back her shoulder-length dark brown hair. “Are you nervous, Jake? You seem very nervous.”
“I don’t know. Should I be?” I ask as my voice cracks a little. “Seriously, what’s this all about? Everything seems so secretive.”
“Nothing’s a secret,” she answers. “You know what this is about, Jake. All you have to do is admit it to yourself.”
My eyes widen. “You don’t mean that. You’re just trying to see what I will do. I’m a faithful husband, Sadie. Marcy is faithful to me, too.”
“Faithfulness has nothing to do with this,” she replies as she reaches down and begins to unfasten my pants. “It has to do with getting to know your neighbors better. That’s all it is. You and Marcy will continue to be husband and wife throughout this little game and afterward. Remember, it’s just a game.” Sadie finds my cock and pulls it out through the opening in my pants, causing it to harden immediately inside her hand. Before I can respond, she kneels down on the floor in front of me and takes my manly meat into her mouth.
“Shit,” I say breathlessly as she pushes my hard stalk all the way to the back of her throat. Sadie doesn’t gag as she rams the solid head of it hard between her tonsils, causing me to buck a little on the sofa. “Fuck.”
Sadie sucks gently on me for a minute or so before lifting her head. Her hand continues to caress my hardness as she asks, “Do you like what I’m doing to you, Jake?”
“Marcy won’t like this,” I tell her. “I know my wife. She won’t like this at all.” I think for a moment about reaching down and pushing her hands away, but I don’t. Instead, I allow her to continue to fondle my swollen cock.
“Part of this game is that you never tell her about what happens here tonight, Jake. Just as Marcy is to never tell you what happens tonight at the house where she has gone.” Sadie allows a smile before going back down on me, her lips gripping the sides of my manhood tightly as she sucks even harder than before.
“Oh, damn, that’s intense,” I tell Luke’s wife as she siphons my fleshy hose. “Marcy will be so angry.” Sadie doesn’t stop as I feel myself getting closer and closer to losing my wad. Why does she want to give me a blow job? Is there some attraction she has had for me since we met? Does Luke know what his wife is doing to me right now? “I’m going to come,” I tell her as I feel my body tense. “If you don’t want me to…” It’s all I can say before the first spurt leaves my cock and floods the young woman’s mouth. Fuck...FUCK!!! OHHHH!!!” Gritting my teeth, I think about the last time another woman besides my wife gave me a blow job. It’s been more than ten years since Sharri Martin swallowed my spunk at the end of our second date. Though she was happy to give me head, we were over as a couple a little less than a week later. It was not long after that I met my future wife.
“Uhhh...uhhh...ahhhh…” I empty my balls into Sadie’s mouth before finally coming down from my orgasm. She doesn’t allow a single drop of my jism to be lost as she slurps hard and swallows all of it.
“Good?” She wipes her lips as she sits back on the sofa beside me. I quickly pull my softening penis back into my pants and nervously look over at her.
“Why? What does this have to do with a game?” I ask.
Sadie giggles. “You now know something about me, Jake. You know that I can give great blow jobs, right? Now, tell me, what is something that I don’t know about you.” She puts a hand on my lap as my body quivers from the after-effects of oral satisfaction.
“Nothing,” I tell her, embarrassed at myself for allowing another woman to pleasure me. “I can’t think of anything.”
“Okay.” Sadie looks over at a door to the master bedroom. “Let’s go to bed, then.”
“Bed?” I stare at the young woman beside me. “We can’t do that. Marcy could be here at any time.”
She shakes her head. “She won’t be here until after eight in the morning. That’s one of the rules,” Luke's wife tells me. “She is supposed to stay where she’s at until then. There’s to be no wandering around and trying to figure out where each woman has been. Trust me, Jake, it’s all going to be okay. Don’t be like this.” She gets up from the sofa and then holds a hand out to me. “Come with me. I promise; I won’t bite.”
“I don’t know…”
“Jake. Come with me.” Her dark brown eyes stare down at me as she waits for me to take her hand. I finally do as I get up from the sofa. We make our way to the bedroom and I quietly begin to wonder what is next. Will we be having full sex? Is this where she will find an ice pick and murder me while riding me hard? One thing I do know as we enter the master bedroom is that Sadie can give head better than anyone I’ve gotten head from before. That assessment includes my own wife, Marcy. I feel ashamed to admit as much to myself, but it is in complete honesty. Whatever she has planned in the bedroom for me, Sadie will likely be the best at it as well. This fact scares me as I worry about what Marcy is doing right now. I have to work to keep my mind off that thought. At least, for now.
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Chapter Five: A Different Sort of Encounter