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he was undoing his zipper. The skin on his dick was tight and shiny. I licked my lips, placed my tongue at the base of his dick and licked up to the head. When I placed my mouth over the head, I felt his fingers going through my hair. He held his hand on the back of my head and directed me up and down. I sucked with extra force when coming up and tried to relax everything in my throat to keep from gagging as he pushed my head down. His hand gripped my hair pulling tighter with each stroke and each stroke was faster than the previous. At one point, his dick was hitting the back of my throat so hard I couldn’t get a moan out. Suddenly, he pulled my head away and held it back. Hearing him moan as he jacked-off his cum aroused me like something awful. I crawled up and kissed his neck. I wasn’t expecting him to kiss my mouth, but he laid atop of me and did just that. Feeling him with a new erection was unexpected as well. As he lay between my legs; resting his dick just short of entering me, he could feel my hips moving downwards trying to feel more of him. “Umm,” he moaned as I felt him slowly pushing himself into me. It took a couple of pumps, and I started to worry that he would be too big, but once he was in, I felt like I had been fitted with the perfect dick. The friction it created between my walls was the most pleasing sensation I had ever felt. He drove me beyond my normal climax with his well paced strokes. When I realized I came before he did, I was hooked. He had everything I needed in a man: a great paying job making just under six figures, no children and could fuck me with his fingers, mouth and dick like it was nobody’s business. He finally slowed down until he stopped. That was just the beginning of more than a year of great sex, conversations and dining out. 
    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