The Street Key Party

The Street Key Party

Claire and I had moved into the street a year ago. It was a great quiet street, mostly young families, the area was affluent without being ostentatious. Well kept front gardens, friendly nods as people passed, compared to the city where we'd moved from it seemed as close to suburban heaven as we could have imagined.

But suburbia often hide dark secrets, hidden behind nice curtains or painted fences, and this street certainly had one.

We'd met a really nice group of five couples, mainly centered on the social butterflies, Steve and Karen. Our kids knew theirs, and once Steve and Karen identified us as 'their kind of people' we were welcomed in with open arms. We'd been invited for drinks along with the rest of the group of friends to Karen's place. We had been told what these evenings were about but this was the first time we'd been plucked up the courage to attend. There had been many nights with a glass of wine pondering over previous invitations, is curtain twitching each time we politely declined with a 'maybe next time' excuse.

But the excuses had worn out, our curiosity, our pillow talk had finally won, and here we were dressed smart but casually leaving our house together for the evening.

As we arrived, the men placed their house keys in a bowl by the front door. This was to be the center of the evening's entertainment.

Drinks were flowing and everyone was having fun, with a slight tension in the air. Karen announced it was time for the selection process. The bowl was placed in the center of the room and the women were invited to step forward and reach in to take a set of key out. Whoever the keys belonged to belonged to that woman for the rest of the night. Claire was holding my hand and was squeezing it hard, partly through nerves but mostly through anticipation.

First Jane stepped forward. She was married to Pete, the garden landscaper. She reached in to the bowl and pulled out a set of keys. She held them up with a glow on her face and Frank the finance guy stepped forward. They left the room hand in hand.

Claire was next. She gave me a smile and stepped forward. She reached in and pulled out the keys. Pete, who had just watched his wife leave with another man, stepped forward. He was a tall, strong man. The outside work had given him a weathered but toned look. Claire gave me another smile. I knew she was pleased with her luck. She reached for Pete's hand and they left for our house.

My head was spinning. I had so many thoughts going through my mind. I hadn't noticed the next woman had already chosen the next set of keys and people were looking around. I suddenly focused and realized they were mine. I stepped forward. The woman holding them was Bryony. She was a housewife from the far end of the road. She was always very quiet, a little plain looking, but very pleasant company.

We left together to her house both seemingly as nervous as each other

As we made the short distance to Byron's home My mind was still on Claire and what she was doing with Pete. As we entered we had hardly uttered a word to each other, but Bryony led us directly to her bedroom. He quietness and my newness made me think that the evening was going to be a let down, those pillow fantasies we'd shared would be trampled and dismissed in the blaze of reality.

Bryony excused herself to the bathroom. I looked round the room and saw a picture of Bryony with her husband, Mike. I heard Bryony return and I turned to see her. She looked completely different. Her long brown hair had been released from the pony tail and rested on her bare shoulders. Her body was wrapped in an incredible black basque and her breasts were squeezed and looked beautiful. She had hold-up stockings on with black high heels. Perhaps the night had some surprises after all.

Bryony ordered me to undress which I found her tone and stare hard to ignore.

When I was naked I laid on the bed. She restrained my hands and legs by ropes to the bed. I was completely open and exposed to her. She started on my cock and balls with her mouth. I was so turned on and felt so hard. She moved up my body and playfully bit my nipples. She spent ages exploring my body with her mouth and hands. She removed her knickers and straddled my body my cock pulsed with anticipation.

She moved her hips forward and pushed her wet cunt on to my face. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face deeper into her. I felt her hips start rocking as my tongue probed deeper. Her speed increased and I heard her call out in pleasure. She lowered herself and I took one of her escaped breasts in my mouth. She slowly recovered and she reached around and slowly eased herself onto my cock.

We fucked for a couple of hours. Bryony's appetite and perversions thrilled and surprised me. Cum was spilt, and deposited, moans and expletives muttered. My mind, however, was drifting to what Claire was experiencing.

Pulling myself away from the first new female body I had in years I left Bryony's and made the brief walk home down the street of debauchery. There were lights on in a number of the houses and I could only guess what was happening behind the curtains.

I reached our front door and could see the bedroom light was on. I quietly entered and heard people upstairs. I gently climbed the stairs and looked into the half open door of my bedroom.

Claire was on her back with Pete in between her legs thrusting deep and hard. His balls were huge and banging into her perineum. Claire was moaning louder than I'd ever heard. Suddenly Pete let out a deep moan and he released into my wife. As he withdrew his large cock I could see that Claire's pussy was swollen and red. Pete's cum flowed freely out as she lowered her leg. She'd obviously had long night. I quietly moved into the spare room and a few minutes later I heard Pete leave the house.

I could hear taking next door, some light laughter and some silence, my mind running scenario after scenario in vivid tech I could detail. But it wasn't long before I heard footsteps and the front door closing.

I waited a few minutes before I made my way into the bedroom and joined Claire in bed. The smell of sex heady on her body and the bedsheets. It had an arousing effect on my but my intuition told me not to act on it. I could see she was exhausted and although I had a million questions and desires we both drifted quickly off to sleep wrapped in each others arms

In the morning I encouraged Claire to describe her evening in minute detail. Pete had hardly spoken all night and instead had completely dominated her the moment the entered the room. He had pushed her face against the bedroom wall and had lifted her dress and roughly fingered her almost immediately as entering the room. Claire found the roughness and urgency exciting and she said she was immediately wet and accepting of his aggressiveness. It wasn't violent at any point, rough, frantic, hard but always respectful, pleasure the only focus. Pete had quickly penetrated her after mumbling about his vasectomy and getting her consent to take her bare. He had pulled her dress down and exposed her breasts as he squashed her against the wall and fucked her hard.

The evening had continued in the same manner all night with Pete essentially using Claire as his toy. She had found it incredibly hot to be so dominated as it was so different to our lovemaking. she commented on his stamina, his ability to keep going whilst her own orgasms flowed freely and frequently. Her descriptions and her own curiosity about my own night led us back to bed almost immediately.

Soft love making was all that was possible, her body still tender from the attention it had received last night, but there was so much more feeling and sensuality between us as I orgasmed deep in her, out mouths interlocked.

There were a few knowing looks between the streets' residents over the next few weeks, liaisons remembered, knowledge shared between couples reunited. We now knew why the community was so welcoming. We were definitely looking forward to the next social event.