Reckless (2 page)

One Wednesday night after a long, passionate interlude, he popped the question. No, not the ‘will you marry me question’, but the will you do something special for me question. The first thing that went through my mind was that he would ask me to have anal sex. Although I was scared to death of the thought, I later wished that had been the question. He kissed down the side of my neck and caressed my bare back with his hand. “Have you ever been to a key party?” he asked as he started sucking on my neck. I had no idea as to what a key party was and asked him what he meant. I turned onto my back so I could look at him as he explained. “Well,” he started running his
hand up my thigh, “it’s something a close group of friends do every blue moon to break the monotony in our relationships.” He spread my legs and rubbed his finger on my clit. “We get cardboard keys, and put each lady’s name on one. All of the keys go in a bowl and at the end of the night, each guy pulls a key and that’s who they go home with for the night.” He stated this as if he were giving me instructions on making toast. “Rome, I can’t do that. How can what we just started be monotonous already? And what do you mean you all do this every blue moon?” I pulled myself away slightly. “Baby, I told you when we first met that I live the lifestyle,” he looked with a sarcastic expression. I had to run my memory back because I couldn’t remember him telling me that. And then it hit me, he vaguely stated something about it at the Chinese place, but I was so glad to hear he wasn’t gay; I paid the rest no attention. “So you’re a swinger!” came out around my filters. “Some people look at it that way, but we stay within the same circle.” He scooted closer and started caressing my breast.

He sounded really confident as he went on to explain himself. “I know it probably seems like something nasty,” he paused and ran his tongue across one nipple as he gently squeezed the
opposite breast, “but when you know who it is and it’s just to get off, it’s really nice.” I could feel that he was getting aroused as he pulled my waist closer to him. He ran his tongue up my neck and softly bit as he told me that he loved the way my body felt. He whispered in my ear, “I need you to be my closet freak. You don’t have to tell anyone. We keep what we do amongst ourselves.” He slid his hand between my thighs and found that he wasn’t the only one aroused. I hate to admit it, but the thought of having sex with one or two of his friends turned me on. But what man is okay with his woman having sex with other men and with his own friends of all people. I only wanted him, not some random dude who pulls my name out of a bucket. But I could tell he was really into it and thought maybe, just maybe I would try it. He told me that the next party was planned for the upcoming weekend. “Just go with me. If you aren’t feeling it and you want to leave, we can leave. But don’t shoot it down before it has a chance to fly.” He turned my face towards him and kissed the side of my mouth. I told him that I would go, but added that if I asked to go home and he objected, he would have hell to pay.

~The Party~

Rome said that the dress code would be sexy. So I wore a short black skirt and a looser fitting sequenced top that hung off my shoulders.  The party was at his friend Henry’s home. He lived in a
beautiful cobblestone that sat in the middle of what had to be 2  acres of land just off the lake. I remembered meeting Henry and knew that he owned some club north of town, but he must have had some other money coming in with the elegance this house had. We parked in the driveway and I guess Rome felt a need to give me a pep talk before we went in. “Just relax, be social with the other women, and have a drink or two. If you’re not feeling it, let me know and we’ll leave.”  He kissed me then stared at me intensely for a few moments before he finally got out the car, walked around and opened my door.

Henry greeted us at the front door. I saw him before, but never really paid attention to the fact that he was much taller and broader than Rome. He was tall, dark and had a beautiful set of teeth that I couldn’t help but to stare at as he smiled and talked. Another couple came to the door and greeted us as well. They began telling Rome how long it had been since they last saw him. Initially I didn’t pay much attention to the conversation because I was preoccupied with the thought of putting my name on a cardboard key for some strange man to pull. Then I noticed a bowl on the table in the
fourier with the notorious cardboard keys. Rome gave me a marker and handed me a key. “Baby put your name on this and put it in the bowl.” He barely looked at me because he was so engaged in whatever they were talking about. Henry saw the hesitancy on my face. He had the deepest voice as he tried his version of easing my mind. “Hey, chances are you’ll go home with Rome,” he smiled as he gestured for me to throw my key in. I stared at him as I slowly slid the key into the bowl. He mouthed the words: “You’ll be fine.” Then he said aloud that he was going to introduce me to his lady. As we walked to the back of the house, Rome realized his manners and introduced me to the couple who came to greet us. They were Janet and Todd.

When we got to the family room, Henry introduced me to
Rachell. He referred to her as his lady, but she quickly informed me that she was legally his wife. She was tall, curvy and gorgeous. Her complexion was flawless and although she didn’t, it looked like she wore make-up. She was very friendly and offered me a drink and I quickly accepted. I looked around and counted six couples all together. I wasn’t sure who was with whom because everyone was randomly talking to each other and no one was cuddled up. I walked into the kitchen with Rachell and decided I would hang out there with her and a couple other ladies.

After talking to them for a little while, I was surprised to learn that Rome and I
were the only couple not married there. Rachell said that she and Henry had been married for eight years and had two children who were staying with their grandparents for the weekend. She shared that Henry wants more children, but that she was not willing to put her body through another pregnancy. I wasn’t sure what she did for a living, but as well off as they appeared to be, I couldn’t see why she would hesitate giving him more children. But oh well, that’s clearly none of my business. Rachell could tell that I was preoccupied and offered me another drink. One drink turned into another and before I knew it, I had already consumed four margaritas. After about three hours, I felt like I knew everyone.

I kept thinking in the back of my mind that there is something seriously wrong with everyone in there because it looked like they were matched up with partners that were perfect for them. I couldn’t help but to wonder why they would want to swap spouses and how in the hell these ladies were all sitting around like sorority sisters, talking about
issues of the world with no concern about the next chick sitting on their man’s dick later that night.  Rachell openly shared that the first time her and Henry actually went to a key party, it was a dare from some friends who have since moved to Florida. “Girl we had no idea what type of mess we had gotten into, but we talked about it during the time we were there, agreed that we would try it and use protection and we kind of got hooked.” She smiled and sipped her drink before she continued. “Our relationship has never been perfect and we both admitted that we had cheated just for the strange sex factor while we were dating and after marriage. If we both agreed on swapping, it wouldn’t be cheating and we just adopted it into our life. It’s a lifestyle”. Hearing that last word made my stomach cringe, but I couldn’t tolerate another drink.

I turned my head and saw Janet. She was sitting slightly behind
Rachell and gesturing that Rachell was lying. Maybe my eyes got too big because Rachell turned to see what I was looking at.  Janet played it well by putting on a fake smile and lifting her glass as she informed me that the alcohol was doubled and to not drink the next one so fast. Jasmine took it upon herself to share that she and Carl started swapping partners before they married and decided that they would continue after they took their vows. I wasn’t sure if she was biracial or of Latin origin, but she was fair skinned with long wavy hair like a white girl, but hips, thighs and a behind like a black girl. Once again that question entered my mind ‘why’. Why wouldn’t Carl be happy with just her and her with just him? They were both gorgeous. I scanned the room and laid eyes on him. Carl could have been a male model. The only physical flaw I could see was a big scare on the left side of his face that looked like someone cut him. But scare and all, he was fine. He stands as if he’s well-hung, has about a size 13 shoe, a defined midsection and has thick lips. He has a broad build like the rest of his friends. If he is anything like Rome in the sheets….  damned. There I was thinking about a married man. Is this how it starts?  I was sitting having lustful thoughts about another woman’s husband as I sat having drinks with her! I killed my own buzz and went to pour another drink.

Rachell
followed me to the counter where all the liquor was set up at. “You look like you don’t feel well,” she asked as if she were concerned. I nodded my head and poured more margarita mix in my glass. She put her hand on my shoulder. “If you aren’t comfortable, you do not have to sleep with anyone. No one will force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” As I started sipping from my glass, I looked straight ahead out the window. She told me the first time Scott pulled her keys, they went to a hotel, but sat and watched T.V. until they both fell asleep. “He knew I was nervous. I wanted to do it, but I was so nervous he told me ‘maybe next time’ because he would feel like he was raping me if we did anything that night.” She smiled as she took my glass out of my hand. “They aren’t bad guys. They love to fuck, but they would never disrespect one of our wishes.” She poured my drink out and sat the glass on the counter and said, “Now the key to everything going the way you want it to go is for you to not have another drink of alcohol tonight”.

Rome came in and stood behind us. He asked
Rachell to excuse us to talk for a minute in private and he and I walked into the formal dining area where no one was at. He sat in a chair and asked me if I was feeling okay or if I was ready to go home. I could feel my head swirling as I sat straddled on his lap and told him “I’m fine. Let’s stay and see where the keys fall.” He pulled my head in and we kissed until I felt his dick getting hard. I sighed as he started laughing. “Damn girl, I might need to take you home.” It was bad enough that he got a hard on, but with me being in a dress straddled on him, he now had a small wet spot on his pants from where I had begun grinding my pussy against him. I wanted him to take me right then, but I wouldn’t have my wish.

We walked back into the kitchen, but everyone was gathered in the T.V. room where
Scotts wife Heather was standing with the bowl. “Are you in?” she asked me as she held the key with my name on it in the air. I told her I was in, and then looked around to see where my drink was at, damn, it got dumped. Heather dropped my key in and mixed it in with the others. We walked into the room. She placed a blindfold on Rome, he pulled Janet’s name. I didn’t know how I felt about it, but I was definitely nervous now about who would pull my name. Heather went to each guy blind folding them and having them pull a key. Carl missed mine. Todd missed it too. Henry pulled the key with my name. Rachell put her arm around my waist and told me that I would have a good night with whatever I chose to do. Tasha’s husband Kent pulled Rachell’s key. Within a few minutes, everyone was paired up with someone different for the night. Rachell smiled at me and told me that I should just stay at the house with Henry since she already had a bag packed. I didn’t even want to know if Rome was taking Janet to his place or not. He walked over to me and asked if I was alright. I forced a smile and told him that I was fine and for him to have fun. He kissed me on my lips and told me that he would see me in the morning.

I walked into the kitchen as everyone was leaving. I asked myself over and over “what in the hell was I doing there?” I got another cup and began pouring myself a new drink. “Try to not focus on what they’re doing and only do what you want to do,” Henry said as he entered the kitchen. He took the cup from me and sat it on the counter. I thought to myself ‘if one more person takes a drink from me, I’m going to go off.’ He pulled up a stool and asked if I wanted to sit and talk. I agreed on the sitting, but I didn’t hear a word that came out of his mouth. He took my hand into his to get my attention. “You are sexy as hell and I would love to spend a long night with you,” he paused before continuing, “but, if you want to lie down and get some sleep, I can respect that.”  He told me that they have a guest room down the hallway and
began leading me to it.

The room was big with high ceilings and a king sized bed. I looked up at him and asked if he would really just let me sleep. He smiled as he stated “I would never touch a woman without her permission. And if you want to go to sleep, I will let you get some rest.” He helped me over to the bed as I staggered just a little. He took my shoes off and stared at my thighs until he realized I was looking at him. He pulled the covers over me and told me to have a good night as he began to walk towards the door.

“Are you going to sleep too?” I asked. “Naw, I need to take care of a few things, and then I’ll shut down for the night,” was his answer. He continued towards the door as he stretched his arms. I asked him to come back towards me and told him that I would help him clean up in the morning. As he turned around and walked back to the bed, all I could say was “Oh”. I realized he had an erection. With a look of embarrassment, he told me that he wasn’t concerned about the housekeeping.  “I need to take care of my boy,” he said as he kneeled at the side of the bed. I’m not sure what got into me, but I lifted the top of his shirt up and saw that the head of his dick was sticking from the top of his pants.  I’ve seen one or two large penises, but they required batteries. When I looked back up at him, I could tell he was grinding his teeth together as he stared at my breast. He pulled his shirt back down, stood up and began to walk back to the door.