Sharon wasn't happy, actually she was pissed, pissed at me her husband. My name is Frank, Frank Miller. How did I know she was pissed at me? That's easy, as I was driving us home from a party that a couple she knew, Ann and Hank Vanderlink put on, she was scrunched down in her seat, as far away from me as she could get and still be inside the car, and she had a scowl on her face that could sour milk.
Why was she so angry with me? Well, to be honest, I guess she had a right to be since I had just totally ruined her evening. What a cad, right? Shame on me for embarrassing my wife of 10 years, mother of my 3 children, shame, shame, shame. Ok, so how had I embarrassed her and ruined her evening? I'd pulled out the wrong key.
See there is a kinky side to the parties the Vanderlink's throw, a kinky side my beloved wife suddenly decided she wanted to be a part of. Unfortunately for her I wanted no part in it. We'd never been to one of their parties before, but my wife had heard of them and through a friend of a friend had managed to finagle an invitation.
My wife of 10 years had neglected to tell me that the party we were going to that evening was supposed to have a different ending than most parties. She'd neglected to tell me ahead of time that at this party the wives were all supposed to put their house keys in a bowl and after the keys were thoroughly mixed together the husbands were supposed to pick a random key from the bowl, without looking and escort the wife whose home that key belonged to, to its master suite and its master suite bed for a night of carnal, adulteress pleasure.
When the party was winding down and I suddenly became aware of what was about to take place I nearly lost my mind. I have never been that angry with Sharon before. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the kitchen.
"Did you know that this party was going to end this way?"
She looked at me with a smirk on her face. "Yes."
"And you didn't think to fill me in on that little detail before we came here?"
"No because I knew you wouldn't go along with it unless you had no choice."
"You're damn right I won't go along with it and I always have a choice. Let's get out of here."
"Stan we can't leave now it wouldn't be polite, you'll embarrass me. Besides it's just for one night. It'll put some excitement back into our marriage."
"That kind of excitement I can do without, now let's excuse ourselves and get out of here."
"We do need some excitement Stan, I need some excitement. Just for one night I want to be a woman, not just a wife and mother. It's only one night, one time and will never happen again. Besides, I've already put our house key in the bowl so it's too late to back out now."
"The hell it is too late, just watch me," and I took her by the arm and practically dragged her back into the living room where everyone was gathering around the key filled bowl ready to pick their mate for the night. Sharon was pulling back in an effort to free herself from my grip when I let her go and stepped up to the bowl and said rather loudly, "excuse me, but I wasn't informed about this part of the night's entertainment and I don't plan on sharing my wife with any of you." I began to fish around in the bowl till I found the house key my wife had placed in there, the one with the red plastic cover on the handle, removed it from the bowl and turned to face the startled group of party goers.
"Like I said, I wasn't apprised of the rules of this party before my wife brought me here. I don't believe in adultery and my wedding vows are sacred to me." There was some grumbling and a number of angry faces glared at me, but I didn't care. I turned to look at my wife who was white with anger. "Sharon you have a choice, but you have to make the decision right now. Come with me and forget this insanity or stay and never come home again. I'm leaving."
All eyes turned to my wife whose face was now bright red with embarrassment. She looked defiant for a moment. "I apologize to all of you for my husband's rude behavior. I'd love to stay, but obviously under the circumstances I'd better leave." And she reluctantly and angrily followed me out to the car.
"You insufferable, selfish jerk!" she hollered at me. "How dare you embarrass me that way in front of those people? We'll never be invited back there again."
"Embarrass you Sharon? What about the way you embarrassed me by not filling me in on your little plan to fuck some other man tonight?"
"Well, you were going to get to fuck one of the other wives, so we would both have had a good time."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I don't want to fuck another woman Sharon, I save that very personal activity for my wife, and I'm more than a little disturbed to find out after 10 years of being married that you want to share yourself with another man."
"It would just be one time Frank, of all the hundreds of married nights we've shared and will share together it would just be one night with another partner. That isn't too much to ask after being a good wife for the last ten years. "
"Actually Sharon it is too much to ask. I can't believe what I'm hearing, but this really means a lot to you doesn't it?"
"Yes Frank it does. I've been waiting for this for weeks. My one night where I don't have to be a wife and mother, I'll be a woman having an adventure, being adored and having sex with another man for a few hours."
"Don't you mean your one night of fucking someone besides your husband, having a strange cock inside you for a few hours, filling you over and over again with his cum?"
"Well, that's a little graphic, but sure, of course that's a big part of it, the biggest part of it I guess, yes."
I slammed on the brakes and did a 180 in the middle of the street and laid rubber sprinting back to the Vanderlink's home.
