The Third Party (Key Society 3)

by Annita Manne

  Copyright © 2018 Annita Manne

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Individuals pictured are models and are used for illustrative purposes only

  Chapter One

  Mark, my husband, had been acting weird the entire week. Ever since the second night, he seemed to be on edge.

  At first I thought he was still pre-occupied with not being able to perform with Elise. But he seemed unconcerned when I brought it up again. His brief threesome with Ramona and Yumiko was enough to overcome any doubts he had as a man. It had been such a hot scene, I myself masturbated to the memory of it.

  Still, I would catch him looking at me strangely. It wasn’t the look of fondness I was used to. It was more of a look you’d give someone you didn’t quite understand. I didn’t like getting that look from my husband.

  I tried asking him about it, but he always changed the subject or claimed I was overthinking things. He didn’t treat me any differently. Our sex was still incredibly passionate and loving.

  But ever so often, I’d catch him giving me that look.

  I needed to find out the reason why. And I needed to know before our next gathering at the Key Society.

  It was two days before the event. We would fuck rabidly tonight and then abstain from any sex tomorrow. We needed all the energy we could gather if we wanted a full experience.

  I would confront him today and find out whats bothering him. I made his favorite dinner of steak and potatoes. I also brought out our best wine. While he was at work, I left early to prepare our house.

  Going to the Key Society made me realize sometimes it good to celebrate each other. There was no need to wait for magical milestones. Regular dates were just as important in keeping the marriage alive.

  He arrived home just in time. He was still sweaty from the gym. And his musk smelled so good.

  “What’s all this?” Mark looked at me with surprise. The last time I had done something like this, I had brought up the idea of sleeping with other people. He obviously hadn’t forgotten. There was a curious smile on his face.

  “You need to get into the shower and freshen up. I want you in your suit.” I placed my hands on his freshly pumped chest. It took enormous effort to restrain myself from tearing his shirt off then and there. I wanted him to fuck me all sweaty.

  “You need to let me go if you want that to happen.” Mark whispered into my ear. His hands were already on my hips and his erection was pressing against my apron. “I’m sure I can take you now and still have energy for later.”

  Mark teased my ear with his tongue. With the frequent sex, we were getting our stamina back. But I needed to wait. Especially if I wanted to squeeze the truth out of him.

  “No. Go shower now. I’ll be waiting in the dining.” I reluctantly pulled away. I did give him one passionate kiss before sending him upstairs. It was a promise of what was to come tonight.

  I’d never seen Mark bound up the stairs so fast in my life.

  While he was showering, I quickly stripped off all my clothes. I put on a new sexy set of black lingerie. It pushed up my breasts making them look voluminous and inviting. There was a lacy strap over my abdomen that connected to a set of see-through panties. The bottom was finished of with incredibly intricate lace stockings.

  I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a twenty year old stripper at a gentlemen’s club. I’ve never looked sexier in my life. There was no way Mark was going to be able to keep anything from me tonight.

  I quickly applied on a bright red lipstick to finish the look.

  The whole setup had been Yumiko’s idea. She sent me her favorite brand of sexy lingerie and an entire list of ideas to execute. She claimed the only way to get the truth out of man was when they couldn’t wait to get into your panties. Tonight, I was going to test out this theory.

  Mark finally came down. He looked incredibly dapper in his dark navy blue suit. He even pulled back his hair giving himself an added aristocratic flair. He also wore a new tie despite this being just a stay at home date. He was going to be well rewarded for his efforts.

  “Honey?” He called after me as I spied him from the kitchen. When he saw me lingerie-clad figure, he made a full stop. His mouth opened in an attempt to form words.

  “Let’s have dinner. I made your favorite.” I walked over to him, adding a little tilt to my hips. With the five inch stilettos, swaying was a given.

  “What-what are you wearing?” Mark asked me. He couldn’t take his eyes off my body. His hand reach out to touch but suddenly pulled back.

  I took it and placed it on my hip. I belonged to him after all. He didn’t need to be shy.

  “This? I was just too lazy to wear a dress.” I blatantly lied. I led him to the formal dining, making sure his hand rested on my ass. Even without looking at him, I knew he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes of my butt. I was only wearing a thin thong behind there.

  I ushered him to his seat. When I placed his napkin on his lap, I purposely grazed my hand over his erect cock. There was already a wet spot at the tip. I just ruined my husband’s new suit.

  I walked over to my end of the formal dining, making sure to walk slowly, letting him savor my body. I dragged my fingers along the elegant table, drawing his eye towards my milky skin contrasting the brown wood.

  “It’s your favorite.” I said as I put his plate in front of him. I tilted my body excessively, letting him peer down my cleavage.

  “Seriously, Allie. What’s happening?” Mark asked as I took my seat. Sweat had begun to form on his forehead. He tugged at his necktie.

  “We’re just having dinner.” I smiled sweetly at him. I cut into my steak, pretending there was nothing strange about me wearing flimsy nothings while he was in a full suit.

  Mark scrunched his forehead but didn’t counter me. He must have thought I had gone insane. I don’t think he tasted much of the food. His eyes were on me the entire time. I could feel him watching every single movement I took. Each flick of my tongue caused him to huff with arousal. When dinner was done, Mark looked ready to pounce on me.

  My body was tingling in anticipation.

  “How was the food?” I asked innocently.

  “It was wonderful.” Mark said automatically. If I asked him what he ate, I was sure he wouldn’t be able to give me an answer.

  To confirm my theory, I used my foot to massage his crotch from under the table. I immediately found him hard as a rock.

  “Allie.” Mark gasped as I pushed deeper into his hard member.

  “You’ve been acting strange all week. Why?” I asked, knowing he was completely under my control.

  “I’m not. Urgh.” Mark tilted his head back as I eased my foot into his cock. I started gliding it up and down his shaft.

  “I know you Mark. What’s gotten you all worked up?” I asked with my voice low and sensual.

  Mark was gasping for air. He grabbed onto the table hard. I was pushing past his usual defenses. I could tell he was about to slip.

  “Do you not want to go back to the Key Society?” I asked voicing my biggest worry. Maybe he wasn’t enjoying the experience as much as I was.

  While I would accept his decision, I would greatly miss the friends I made there. I would also miss the thrill of sex with other people.

  “No of course
not. I want to go back.” Mark answered firmly. The truth always came out easily.

  “Then what is it?” I dug my foot deeper into his dick. I was practically stroking him with my sole.

  “Nothing.” Mark persisted. He was always stubborn at solving his own problems.

  “Fine.” I pulled my foot away. I stood up and began clearing away the plates. I quickly put on the frumpiest apron in the kitchen, covering up my sexy lingerie.

  Mark sat at his chair flabbergasted. He waited patiently for me to finish. The minute the last plate was washed, he was on my back, untying my apron.

  “I think we should continue where we left of.” Mark nuzzled my ear. His hands slipped under the straps of my lingerie. Just one flick and I would be naked under him.

  “No.” I quickly swerved away. My body was already tingling with excitement but I had to persevere. I needed to know what was bothering him.

  Mark quickly caught on. “There’s nothing bothering me Allie.”

  “Mmm..hmmm.” I answered in clear disbelief. I was going to maintain my stance. “No sex until you vocalize whatever you’re having issues with.” I grabbed the frumpy apron and covered myself up again.

  “Seriously?” Mark seemed to ponder it for one second. He definitely knew what was bothering him but didn’t have the courage to say it out loud. I needed to push him on.

  “Tell me Mark. We’re supposed to talk about everything.” I said. I made sure to drag his eye towards the end of the frumpy apron. I pulled on the drawstring, slowly revealing my black lingerie.

  “I want to try something new.” Mark swallowed as the apron fell from my body. His eyes were glued to my breasts as I approached him.

  “Go on. I love new ideas.” I trailed my fingers down my breasts into my waist before leaving them just right on top of my panties. I loved the way Mark’s gaze followed my finger completely. Right now, I could make him do anything I wanted.

  “Last time, you were watching me with Ramona and Yumiko.” Mark said. I was finally close enough for him to touch. He grabbed my waist and pulled me close completely enamored by my figure to form a coherent sentence. Whatever he was going to say was lost as leaned over to breathe my scent in.

  “Go on.” I urged him. I pressed my body against his, feeling the fabric of his suit against the exposed swaths of my skin. I too was getting distracted by the proximity. I needed his hands all over me.

  “The way you were watching me made me so excited.” He continued. He nipped at my neck making me gasp from pleasure. His fingers cupped my breasts.

  “Mark.” I said needy. I took his face into my hands and kissed him hard. I pushed my tongue past his lips and swiped it over his teeth. We needed to be having sex now. He needed to say whatever was bothering. I pulled out reluctantly. “Just tell me. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

  “I want to watch someone fuck you.” Mark said when I refused to kiss him back. “The way you sucked me off in front of everyone. The way you got fucked with everyone watching. You looked so beautiful and strong. You were magnificent. I want to see what you look like when another man is taking you.”

  “What?” I suddenly felt my whole body react to his words. My possessive Mark wanted to see me being fucked by another man. It was incredibly foreign idea. But my pussy was immediately wet and my breathing grew uneven. I imagined Hayato or Anthony plowing through me while Mark watched.

  What kind of woman would he see?

  “Why now?” I gasped. The sheer thought of the idea was enough to render me helpless. Mark pulled me tighter into his body, supporting my weight. It also showed me how much he wanted this. His hard cock was leaking all over my thigh.

  “I love the power I felt when you were watching me and two girls. I want you to feel that. I want to see you feel that.” Mark captured my mouth with his. “What do you think?”

  “Yes.” I whimpered. There was nothing at that moment that would make me happier.

  “I’ll bring it up with the boys during after the first pairing. I’m sure Anthony and Hayato wouldn’t mind.” Mark’s finger entered my wet pussy. “You love this idea don’t you?”

  I grabbed hold of his pecs for stability. He added another finger inside, scissoring my sensitive walls. He could read my reactions so well. My legs turned wobbly as my body responded to his touch. My mind had grown excited at the prospect of being watched this weekend. My skin felt alive with his touch. This would be the kinkiest thing we would ever do as a couple.

  Mark would see how I looked being fucked by another man.

  “You can’t get enough of it, can you? You dirty slut.” Mark growled into my ear. The words pierced straight through me. I was being such a dirty woman. My body trembled from his words. “I knew there was something different about you when I married you. You aren’t like all those other girls.”

  “Mark.” I gasped as he pulled out his fingers. He began playing with my clit. He was taking full control of my mind and body.

  “You love being paraded around and traded around men. You want to try all the fucking cocks in the world.” Mark whispered into my ear. I felt the thick head of his cock stretch my pussy wide.

  “Oh yes. Fuck me.” I tried climbing on to him, wanting his cock to go in deeper. I needed him to fuck me so bad. I was so needy and wanting. But Mark was the epitome of control. He kept hold of me only allowing the hot head of his cock inside me. I was desperate for him.

  “Tell me you want it. Show me who you really are.” Mark suddenly pulled out of me. He then turned me over roughly, bending me over our kitchen counter. My entire body was pressed on the cool counter top. But my ass and pussy was fully exposed to my husband. He pushed his thick cock head back into me.

  And then he waited.

  “Fuck yes.” I said desperately. I needed my husband inside of me. “I want to be fucked by all the men. I want you to watch as they fuck your wife hard. Please Mark.” I practically screamed, bucking against his firm grasp on my hips.

  “Good girl.” Mark growled. He rubbed my back soothingly and then he started fucking me hard. “Scream for me. Wife.”

  “Mark.” I cried out as he thrust into me hard. There was no slow and sensual love making. He was taking me savagely like a barbarian king taking his prize. His massive cock thrust into me, not waiting for me to stretch. It just rammed into me nearly splitting me apart.

  It felt so good and wild. We had both released all pretense of technique. This was pure primal hard fucking. His pendulous balls swung hard, slapping across my pussy with each thrust. Only the sounds of my screams and the slick thrusts of sex filled the room.

  My whole body was on fire. It felt like he was boring deep not only in body but to my very soul.

  “Mark.” I cried out as I felt my whole body tremble. It was too early but I could feel the tension in my gut build. My climax was fast approaching. The waves of pleasure cresting with increasing frequency.

  “Do it. Cum for me. Wife.” Mark wrapped his muscular frame all over my back. He clamped all around me surrounding me with heat and body. He bit my earlobe as he rutted against me in short quick thrusts.

  I screamed into the void as my climax came over me in a hot burst of explosive white. I trembled hard as my pussy flooded all around Mark’s ever-pouring cock. It was relentless, fucking me through my intense orgasm. It felt like my body had exploded into a supernova of sex and brilliance.

  When I came to, my face was plastered on the now warm marble counter top. Mark was kissing my neck and face.

  “So beautiful.” He murmured softly into my ear. His hands was petting my upper navel, right above my pussy, where his still hard cock was lodged deep within.

  “I need a minute before you fuck me again.” I whispered. I wanted him to finish inside me but I was so sore and boneless.

  “Ssssh.” Mark kissed me softly on the lips. “I already came inside. I just want to stay like this a little bit longer.”

  Thank god. I nodded, letting my body relax. My thighs were sticky w
ith my fluid.

  “You were so amazing tonight.” Mark peppered more kisses on my neck.

  “You were amazing.” I emphasized. I had never felt my husband so dominant. And all those words and accusations. They were all so dirty and exciting. Where had all that come from? “All those things you said to me. It was so exciting. It’s not that I want to look for other men. You’re more than enough for me but…”

  I trailed off. I couldn’t fully explain the idea in my head.

  “Sssshhh.” Mark kissed me again. “I understand. You’re not a slut. And you would never cheat on me. Having sex with these men is more about unleashing your sexual inner self. It’s like how most men want to spread their seed to as much women in the world.”

  How did I wind up with such a great husband? “When did you get so smart?” I laughed.

  “When Elise and I failed to fuck, we talked about swinging and stuff. That woman doesn’t like to waste time.” Mark said sheepishly.

  I just laughed with him.

  The Key Society never failed to surprise me.

  Chapter Two

  Elise’s home was just as beautiful as it had always been. I barely noticed it anymore, my interest laying more with its guests.

  I locked eyes with Anthony and Ramona. His knowing grin made me blush. A night with him would be fun, but there were so much couples I had yet to taste. Tonight, I wanted to expand my horizons.

  There were two men I had yet to encounter. While we had been introduced, I had not spent nearly enough time with them.

  I approached Mihalis, offering my hand. I had seen him last week in the club. He had a distinct Bohemian vibe that I found intriguing. His tan skin and curly unkept hair spoke of a free spirit, one I wanted to try in bed.

  “The pleasure is all mine Allie. I only saw a little of you last week.” Mihalis brought the back of my hand and kissed it. His smile oozed easy charm. “You left quite an impression. I was hoping you would join us this week.”

  I blushed remembering how Mark fucked me in the living room completely exposed to everyone.