My Reluctant Key Party Pt. 06

Part 6

Gerry coasted the car into his garage and cut the engine.

"Interesting night huh?"

"Yeah," I replied without looking at him.

After all that had taken place, I wasn't sure how to feel. The night hadn't gone anywhere close to script. Nothing I'd predicted had come true. At every turn, there was some new wrinkle, some unexpected consequence. Somehow I'd survived my naivety and stupidity to arrive at the last challenge. Would I actually be able to go through with it and let Gerry fuck me? Was I actually going to give that bastard the satisfaction of owning my body after he set me up for that cop? I should have been pissed. I had more than enough reason to call it off. But up to that moment, I hadn't. While he drove us to his home, bobbing his fat head to the radio, I rode in silence, trying to understand what the fuck I was becoming.

We exited the car. After unlocking the door to the kitchen entrance, Gerry ushered me inside. I entered the darkened interior with his hand at the small of my back. My heart thumped at his touch. I felt like a prisoner being led to execution. I'd spent the night lamenting my fate, being the victim, wondering why I had to be the unlucky one to get paired off with him. After mocking and belittling him for so long behind his back, it was only fitting that I'd experience a karmic fate.

Gerry flicked on the lights and I was met with the sight of their gorgeous kitchen with the marble island in the center of the floor and the matching bar.

"How 'bout a drink?" Gerry remarked, reaching for a bottle of bourbon.

"I ... I just wanna take a shower," I said.

He grinned. "I guess you would. You know where it is. Help yourself."

While he poured himself a shot of liquor, I headed off to the bathroom. Once inside, I stared at my defeated expression in the mirror and ran my fingers through my hair. Dried flakes of cum fell off into the sink like dandruff. Meanwhile, my face was essentially covered in a mask of caked-on jizz. I flashed back to Officer Cobb hosing me off while I sat on my knees and thought about how close I'd come to letting him fuck me. Even though we didn't go that far, by sucking him off, I did go far enough to feel like shit. Rick was going to be furious and I couldn't blame him. Gerry may have set me up, but I was the one that did the deed.

Maybe I shouldn't tell Rick.

As if that was even a viable option. Eventually it would get back to him. Gerry would tell Sandra, and once more than two people know a secret, it's just a matter of time before it's no longer a secret. Maybe that would be Gerry's insurance plan to make sure he got his way. If I tried to back out of fucking him, he'd threaten to tell Rick everything that happened that night. It wouldn't have been beyond him to have set everything in motion for just that very reason. Fuck.

I stepped in the shower and turned it on. The water warmed quickly and soon I felt slightly, if not completely relaxed. My only real fear was that Gerry would come in to join me. That scenario would have seriously freaked me out. Thankfully that didn't happen, and I was allowed to be alone with my thoughts. The water running over my face felt nice, as if it was renewing me little by little. I used the perfumed lather to try to wash away the memory of my whorish escapade in the park. Maybe if I scrubbed hard enough, I could walk away from the night of the infamous 'Key Party' unscathed. Hell, if I somehow managed to walk away with my marriage intact, I'd consider it a win.

By the time I turned off the shower, the bathroom was cloaked in steam. Figuring I was as clean as I was going to get, I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel. The first thing I noticed was a black satin bathrobe neatly folded at the corner of the sink. It had to be one of Sandra's. Gerry must have slipped in while I was lost in thought and left it for me. Was the bastard actually trying to be nice? No. He was enjoying himself. Fucking me was a foregone conclusion in his mind. He was just trying to get in my head somehow. I couldn't let him. That said, it was a nice robe.

After toweling off, I pulled my panties back on, fastened my bra, and then reached for the robe. I ran my fingers over the soft material and imagined Sandra's voluptuous curves filling it out while Gerry sat back and admired her. She probably would've danced for him, stripping it off seductively. He could forget that. I could barely stomach the idea of fucking him, let alone giving him a show to go with it.

I slid inside the garment and tied it, but couldn't help feeling weird as I caught my reflection. The shimmering outfit barely covered my ass, making me look like a seductive little temptress. And somehow, even though it wasn't my robe, my house or my husband who was waiting out there for me, I felt sexier, more desirable than I had in a while. Although I owned a few pieces of lingerie, for some reason I always felt less confident when I wore them for Rick. It was like I was actually ashamed of having the nerve to desire him, for putting conscious effort into seducing him in order to get what I wanted. But the woman staring back at me from the mirror owned her sexuality and I found myself wanting to be more like her, able to explore my desires guilt-free and owing apology to no one.

I could lie and say that I wished Rick was the one waiting for me, but the idea of presenting myself in that way to someone new, appealed to a part of me that before that night, I wasn't sure existed. Yeah, I'd rather it was anyone other than Gerry, but I couldn't deny what I was experiencing. It was almost like I was channeling Sandra simply by wearing something that she would slip on in anticipation of getting fucked.

I walked out into the hallway and was met with the smell of one of Gerry's cigars. Ugh. Why did he also have to smoke? Of course he probably considered it a victory cigar. From the moment he stepped in my house, he'd made it clear that out of all the other women, I was the one he really wanted. By luck of the draw and general unfairness of the universe, he'd won his prize and at some point I'd given in to the inevitability of it all. There was no sense trying to chicken out. Rick wanted to partner swap and I agreed to do it as a way to spice up our marriage. We hosted the party and I ended up with Gerry. Despite my reservations, I'd already sucked the bastard off two times. It was time to quit whining and finish the deal.

Gerry sat on the couch in his den, puffing smoke and sipping his drink. There was another glass of dark liquor on the table for me and I was sure I would need more than one. Hopefully he hadn't spiked it.

"You like bourbon?" he asked. "I can get ya something else."

"It's fine," I said.

"Just wanted to be sure. I know you're more of a wine and cheese type."

I sighed. "Let's just get this over with, Gerry."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Just get it over with? Damn, girl. You sound like you're about to get a root canal or something."

"I just don't see any point in dragging this out," I said. "We both know why I'm here. I agreed to host the party. I pulled your key. We're supposed to fuck. So are we doing this or what?"

"First of all, you didn't pull my key," he said. "You ended up with it."

"Whatever. I just wanna do this, and go home and try to forget this night ever happened."

He chuckled. "You're so full of shit."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," he said. "You might be able to fool the hubby, but I see right through you."

"Is that right?"

He nodded.

"And just what is it you think you see?" I asked.

He took a sip of his liquor. "A fuckin' fraud."

Hands on hips, I glared at him. "You don't know the first fuckin' thing about me, Gerry."

"I know you gave a cop a blowjob tonight and you were a cat's hair away from letting him fuck you."

"Hey!" I said. "You're the one that put me in that position. You promised him I'd have sex with him if he let us go!"

He grinned. "Did I say that's what happened or is that what you assumed?"

"You fuckin' jackass! You explicitly said that you told him—"

"I told him you give a good blowjob. That's it. Truth is, he'd already agreed to let me go home before the subject of your pretty little mouth even came up."

"You're lying," I said.

"You're lying to yourself," he replied. "And doing a half-ass job at it too."

My stomach clinched with anxiety. Was there a chance he was telling the truth? Is that really the way it went down? Did I just assume that I had no choice? I thought I was about to be arrested and have my whole life ruined. Sucking off Cobb couldn't have been own my fault. Could it?

"No," I replied, shaking my head. "You heard him. He rattled off the charges—Committing lude acts while operating a vehicle. I remember he said that!"

"Were you operating the vehicle?" Gerry asked. "What specific charge did he threaten you with? Did he ask you to get out of the car? Did he even ask you for your name?"

"No, but he ... he came over to the window and—"

"And offered you his dick. That's all. He didn't threaten you with jail. He never said you had to do anything."

"It was implied. I mean ... I thought ..."

"Right. You thought. Not him. Not me. You."

My jaw dropped open as the reality of his words hit me. "Oh God."

"Sinkin' in now ain't it?" He chuckled, swirling his liquor around in his glass. "You can try to play innocent all you want, but the bottom line is you sucked that man's cock because you wanted to suck that man's cock."

"It's not that simple," I said, on the verge of tears.

"It's not?"

"Even ... even if I was mistaken, it doesn't mean I wanted to do it. And you still set me up! I don't care about the ... the fuckin' ... technicalities of what you did and didn't say. You knew what you were doing."

"And so did you," he replied with a smirk.

"You fat bastard. I hate you."

"Call me what you want. At least I know who I am."

"I know who the fuck I am."

"No you don't," he said. "You've been playing that victim role from the moment we showed up at your house. Tell me something, why did you even throw this fuckin' party in the first place?"

I folded my arms over my chest and glared. "Why do you care?"

"It's a simple question," he said. "Should be easy enough to answer. Why'd you do it?"

"I hosted the party because Rick wanted to ... and ..."

"And?"

"And I wanted to show him that I loved him and would do whatever it took to help our marriage."

"See? Now that there is about the dumbest fuckin' reason there is do something like this."

"Shut up, Gerry. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Well, I happen to know a little something about this lifestyle, so let me break something down for you, Princess." He took a sip of his drink. "You don't get into swingin' out of obligation to your spouse or because you're trying to trying to inject some passion into a dull marriage. I've seen a lot of couples make that mistake and it almost always ends up tragic."

"That's not what we were doing," I said. "Our marriage isn't ... dull!"

"Save that B.S. for your couples therapy sessions," he said. "I saw the way Rick acted when he saw his precious little wife going down on me. And you?"

"What about me?" I asked.

"You ... were hot jealous watching him getting it on with Sandra. Both of you acting like a couple of pathetic, heartbroken teenagers. Admit it. Emotions got the best of y'all tonight. Neither of you were ready to do this."

I wanted to slap that smug expression right off his face. Despite my anger, there was a real chance he could have been right. My ordeal started with me seeking payback because I felt Rick had forgotten about me. He was paying Sandra all of his attention while sending me off to get fucked by a man he knew I didn't want to leave with. It didn't seem natural. The whole sales pitch was that we were going to be exploring our sexual boundaries and mixing things up. Somewhere along the way, we got mixed up ourselves.

Even so, Gerry didn't have the right to be calling me out on anything. Rick and I weren't seasoned veterans of the 'lifestyle'. It was a new experience for us and it didn't go exactly to plan. You live and learn.

"Fine," I said. "Maybe Rick and I aren't cut out to be swingers. It's not the worst thing in the world to not be any good at."

He laughed and placed his glass on the table. "You just got your mind set on playing this little game don't ya?"

"I'm not the one playing games," I said. "And exactly what are you getting out of talking to me this way? Huh? It's not enough to fuck me, you have to mess with my head too?"

He leaned forward and rubbed his hands together. "Who said I was gonna fuck you?"

"Oh please," I said. "And you accused me of being a fraud?"

"I admit, I might come on a little strong," he said. "But I've got no interest in fuckin' anyone that don't want me to fuck 'em."

Was he actually pretending he wasn't a sleazy horndog that would fuck anything breathing and on two legs? I was convinced Gerry was lying through his teeth and I'd had enough.

"Stop it," I said. "Seriously, cut the mind game bullshit. You've had a target on my pussy since the moment you walked in my house and you expect me to believe you're okay if nothing happens here tonight?"

He sighed. "For fuck's sake woman, have you seen my wife? She's the hottest piece of ass this side of creation. When I've got something like that to come home to every night, why in holy hell would I be obsessed with a wishy-washy, spoiled little cock-tease like you?"

My nostrils flared. "You don't have any fuckin' right to talk to me like that!"

"Yeah I do," he said. "Somebody should have talked to you like this a long time ago. Maybe then you'd know what the hell to do with yourself."

"Go fuck yourself, Gerry," I said. "I don't need this."

"Yeah. We both know what you need." He reached between his legs and groped the bulge in his shorts. "You're just too chickenshit to admit it."

I scoffed. "You think I want ... you? Keep dreaming fat boy."

"Yet, five minutes ago you were ready to jump on this fat boy's cock."

"That was only because of the party," I replied, flustered. "I was just ... I agreed to—"

"Look at you." He shook his head, grinning. "A grown woman who doesn't even know what she wants."

"I know what I—"

"No you don't," he said. "You need to believe that you went into this night kickin' and screaming. That way you don't have to take any responsibility for your actions. You blame Rick for talking you into hosting the party. You blame me for the blowjob you gave that cop and now you're trying to fool me into thinking that you're standing there in my wife's robe because you didn't have a choice?"

"I didn't."

"Bull-horse-fuckin-shit," he said. "You had a choice at every turn. Everything you did tonight, everything you participated in was because deep down, it was ... what ... you ... wanted."

"No. That's not true. You don't know what you're talking about."

"I know you don't swap with other couples just because you wanna please your other half. It don't work that way, Princess. I don't care how much you think you love your hubby. It has to be what you want, what you need. Otherwise, you're just wastin' everyone else's time. So instead of standing there all self-righteous, try being a big girl for once and figure out why the hell you're really here. Because it ain't to help your marriage and I ain't letting you get away with that 'poor-little-ole-me' act."

"I'm not acting," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not pretending. I ... I ... didn't want to ... I ..."

"Whatever." He downed the last of the liquor, sat the glass on the table and got up off the couch.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To bed," he said, walking up the stairs. "You can take the guest room. Goodnight, Princess."

And with that, he lumbered up the stairs to the master bedroom, leaving me standing in his living room pondering everything he'd said to me. I wanted to believe that he was just messing with my head, but there was too much truth in his words. I had been playing the victim, so willing to blame my situation on someone else. So willing to hide the things I couldn't admit. That was the difference between Sandra and me. She owned her sexuality. She didn't make excuses for anything she wanted to do. I enjoyed sucking Officer Cobb's cock, my pulse racing and pussy throbbing, but I couldn't go through with it without painting myself into a corner first. I had to believe I was at their mercy, being used and pressured. At the end of the day, part of me craved the attention. It was time I acknowledged that.

Gerry hit it on the head.

I was a fraud.

I picked up the glass he'd left for me and threw it back until the last of the liquor burned down my throat. I placed the glass back on the table and stared up at the second floor of the house, knowing I'd reached the point where I had to make my final decision. One foot in front of the other, I took soft footsteps across the carpet until I reached the base of the stairs. After taking a moment to collect myself, I exhaled a heavy breath and began my ascent.

When I reached the second level, I noticed the door to the master bedroom was ajar. I took careful steps through the hallway hoping the floor wouldn't creak and give me away. There was still a faint chance of backing out, though odds were diminishing with each passing second. The girl who would have turned around wasn't in control. I didn't quite recognize the woman who was, but I wasn't going to fight her. I'd suppressed her for too long.

I reached the door and gave it a soft push. The room was dark, but I could make out Gerry lying on his back and slowly tugging his cock up and down. I wondered if he was jerking off to thoughts of fucking me into submission. Or maybe he was truly done with the idea of me. He'd said as much and there was no reason to doubt him at that point.

I boldly walked inside. He released a short groan as I approached the side of his bed.

"Finally figured out why you're here?" he asked.

I responded by untying the robe and allowing it to drop to the floor. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, allowing me to see his full erection enveloped in his fist. I climbed on the mattress and slowly crawled between his legs until his thick cock was literally inches from my face.

"I love my husband," I said.

"And I love my wife," he replied.

I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock while he continued stroking. It wasn't long before my tongue joined the action. I licked the head, swirling around until it was coated with my saliva. I then trailed my way down and flicked my tongue over his scrotum. He moaned. While he continued fisting his length, I kissed his fingers and licked his knuckles. He reacted by placing a finger between my lips and I allowed him to work it around inside my mouth while I held his wrist and slurped his digit like a cock. He added another finger and I obediently sucked them both.

He gently guided my face back down to his cock and I throated him, bobbing up and down, drenching him with saliva. Slurping noises mixed with his grunts filled the room and the sounds drove me wild. I couldn't believe I was being so naughty, so reckless with someone who wasn't my husband. I moved off his dick and kissed his inner thigh, moving upward until I reached his stomach. The same jiggling gut I I'd always detested became the playground of my desire. More kisses. More licking. I couldn't get enough of wanting to devour him. His chest was next. Then his neck and earlobes.