1. Key Party: Her Story


    Date: 7/19/2016, Categories: Wife / MILF, Author: thatguy625, Source: LushStories

    It started with another one of our fights. Marc and I just seemed to be bickering a lot lately and this one has pushed me to the edge. I decided to spend the night at Lindsay’s apartment to give myself a little breathing room and cool down. I don’t know why this one seemed worse than the others but it was probably just an accumulation of frustration. “Linds, I don’t know what to do. It’s not like I’m going to leave him. He’s great to me, great with the kids, and I still love him. We’ve just been fighting like children lately,” I told my long time friend as we sat on the couch, drinking our third glass of wine. “It sounds like you’re just in a rut,” she replied. “It’s not a rut. It’s just… I don’t know what it is.” “You’ve been married for what? Ten years? This shit happens. You hit a rough patch. You get past it. It is what it is – a rut.” “Stop saying it’s a rut! That’s what happens to people who get divorced. We aren’t… that,” I argued. “Alright… how often are you fucking?” she asked. “Lindsay!” I was a little shocked, but not really. That’s exactly who Lindsay is and we’ve been friends for almost Twenty years. “We still… shit… I guess it’s been a couple months.” “Like I said – rut!” she shot back, proud of herself. “You should fuck other people to get that spark back. I have some other friends who did just that and their marriages are better than ever.” “You can’t be serious! You know me. I had only been with one other guy before meeting Marc. I’m not that girl. Plus, the ...
    thought of him with someone else would kill me!” I told her. “Okay – I know this all sounds insane but hear me out. I know people who do swapping parties. You go together, you leave together… but while you’re their… you are not together. I think you should do it. Get some strange, girl!” I felt like maybe I had too much to drink because there was a small part of my brain that thought it might not be the worst idea in the world. Overall, we had a strong relationship. Marc and I really loved each other. It was just a high amount of little fights lately. Perhaps some sort of spice would bring back our romantic sides. “I don’t know… maybe I’ll float the idea and see what he thinks,” I told her, hoping she would drop it so I didn’t have to keep thinking about it. “Fuck that. He will either be appalled and mad or way too excited and you’ll be mad. I know you two,” she told me. “I happen to know of a party tomorrow night – a key party. You should get him all riled up, take him to the party and just let him figure out what’s about to happen. By the time he puts it all together, you’ll both be too far into it to back out. It will be perfect. Trust me.” “Oh my god, I’m actually considering this. How does it work?” I asked. “I’ll call my friend. She will put you on her list and you go to the party. At a certain point in the night, you pick keys out of a bowl and fuck a stranger. Then you go home.” “You make it sound like this isn’t a big deal,” I said, laughing. “You laugh but it will ...
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