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  Swinging At the Keys

  Naughty Wives 4

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  Reed James

  Copyright © 2014 by Reed James

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  Table of Contents

  Swinging At the Keys

  Naughty Excerpt from “Swinging At the Keys”

  Other Naughty Wives Stories

  Chapter One: Acceptance

  Chapter Two: Songbird

  Chapter Three: Personal Guide

  Chapter Four: Musical Chairs

  Chapter Five: Weakness

  Other Works by Reed James

  About the Author

  Naughty Excerpt from “Swinging At the Keys”

  “They can't take their eyes off you,” whispered her husband; his hand slid up, squeezing her breast. She gasped, her hard nipple rasping against the smooth fabric of her dress. Her nipples must be painfully obvious through the thin material, advertising to all that she wore no bra. “You're the most beautiful woman here.”

  Evie shivered, sighing, then purred, “They're hot. I bet you can't wait to see them dance with me.”

  “Are you trying to make me jealous?” he asked, grinding his hard rod into her ass.

  “Oh, yes!” she laughed. “I'm going to be so naughty tonight. And you know what that means?”

  “I'll have to make your pretty, pale ass glow when we get home.”

  She shuddered. Being spanked by Frank was the most intimate experience. It was the line she wouldn't cross. No matter how many lovers she might fuck in front of her husband, she would never let one bend her over his lap and spank her pert bottom. That was for her Master and love alone. It was the second rule she had given herself, added to their one rule—only indulge with each other. Anything else was cheating. Evie had toed that line the night she let Officer Connoly fuck her instead of arresting her. She had gambled on Frank's desires.

  And it had paid off. They had a new intimacy. No secrets from each other. No desire was too obscene or taboo to shared.

  “I'm going to fuck them both tonight,” she purred as her husband groped her tit. “At the same time. While you watch.”

  “So naughty,” Frank groaned.

  He lifted the hem of her skirt, and the two men's eyes lit up as they witnessed her neatly-trimmed, dark bush between her pale thighs. Frank had given his blessing—the game was on. The men walked over.

  “You have such a beautiful wife,” the first said, grinning at her.

  “You must be so proud,” the second, taller man said.

  “You have no idea,” Frank answered, dropping her skirt.

  “Such passion burns inside her,” the first smiled, reaching out to caress her cheek. “More passion than any, one man can handle, no?”

  “I can handle her.” Her husband squeezed her tit, then rolled her nipple through the fabric of her dress; she gasped as such wonderful pleasure tingled through her. “She's my little bird and sings whenever I command.”

  “Oh, yes,” Evie groaned, the pleasure from her nipple shooting straight to her dripping pussy. “He brings the sweetest sighs from my lips.”

  “I would love to hear you sing my name,” the tall one grinned.

  “And what is your name?”

  He reached out, playing with a lock of her hair. “I am Samir, and he is Tony.”

  “I'm Evie, and he's Frank.”

  Tony's hand slid down her cheek and neck to fondle her other breast. “How lovely to make your acquaintance.”

  Pleasure burned through Evie as two men played with her tits. It was intoxicating to have so many hunky men drool over her. At thirty-five, she still had it, attracting a pair of young bucks. Tony's finger slipped inside her dress, rubbing her nipple directly.

  “Umm, do you always grope a woman you've just met?”

  “Yes, when she has a pair of breasts as magnificent as yours,” he grinned. That smile is to die for.

  “We must dance with you,” Samir purred, still playing with her hair. “You have set fire to our souls, and we must make you ours. For a while.”

  “Ask my husband,” she moaned. “He's my Master.” She looked behind her. “Can I sing for these men, Master?”

  “Yeah,” he groaned.

  His arms went slack, and Samir took her hand, pulling her away from Frank. She shot her husband a flashing smile as the two men pressed around her. Frank's eyes were fixed on hers as he backed off the dance floor, settling down on the plush love seats that dotted the wall. Beside him, two women were in the throes of passion, their tops off as they ground and tribbed each other.

  But Frank had eyes only for her.

  “Can you feel how much your beauty has stirred my soul?” Samir asked, his hard-on grinding into her ass.

  “Did I do that?” Evie gasped, rubbing her butt into his crotch.

  “You did?” His mouth found her ear, his hands her breasts. “What are you going to do about it?”

  “I think I can help you out,” she moaned, then took his hand, shoving it between her legs. “Your eyes on me stirred my passions to a froth.”

  She shuddered as his finger penetrated her, sliding deep inside her. Then he pulled out, holding his glistening finger to her lips. She tasted her spice, moaning as her tongue swirled around his finger, sucking hard to clean every last trace of her passion off him.

  “You burn so hot!” Samir groaned.

  Tony moved in closer, pressing against her, and she could feel the steel of his ardor grinding into her aching pussy. Pleasure writhed through her, and she humped his jeans, her clit rasping on the rough material.

  “Oh, god!” she moaned, her head lolling back; Frank watched her intently. Her new lovers' hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, stroking her sides, fanning the furnace inside her. “You are so wicked to touch a married woman like that!”

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Other Naughty Wives Stories

  Naughty Wives 1: Roleplay Gone Wrong

  Naughty Wives 2: Naughty Wife's Surprise

  Naughty Wives 3: Cuckolding the Cheat

  Naughty Wives 5: Bored Wife's Fun

  Naughty Wives 6: Naughty Wife's Plan

  Under His Boss's Desk

  Hot Tub Romp

  Fingered Next to My Husband

  A Submissive Bride

  Chapter One: Acceptance

  “Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds, have a seat,” Mr. Billings smiled, rising up from behind his desk and pointing at the two seats before him.

  Evie gave him a nervous smile as she and her husband took the plush, leather chairs. It had been a month since they had applied to join the Key Club and her excitement had slowly built as the summer stretched on, eager to take their lifestyle to a whole, new level. If we're acce
pted, we'll have so much fun.

  “So, what's the good news?” Frank asked, a casual expression on his face. But Evie knew her husband too well—he was nervous. She reached out, taking his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

  When Evie had told Frank about the Key Club after returning from her weekend in Chicago, he had been excited as she was to experience the hidden pleasures of this secretive club on Mercer Island. She had discovered the Key Club's existence quite by accident, leafing through a magazine on her flight back home from Chicago, and had been startled to learn one of the newest, and most exclusive, swingers clubs was in her own backyard.

  “The rise of Microtech and other major tech firms in the Seattle region in the last ten years has seen a second Silicon Valley forming,” the article had read. “Seattle is fast becoming a technological Mecca, and that sort of rapid success breeds money. And those with money always find a way to play. The Key Club rests on the shores of Lake Washington, surrounded by tall hedges and thick trees where open-minded people come to play. It's the Pacific Northwest's most exclusive, and discreet, club for those wishing to indulge their naughtier sides.”

  Her imagination had been fired and, the next morning, she had called the club and started the ball rolling on hers and Frank's admittance. They had jump through a number of hoops: their finances were checked, their criminal records were searched, and their bodies were examined. Last week they had an extensive physical with Dr. Korrapati, a sexy, young doctor from India that had lit a fire in Evie's nethers that her husband had been quite appreciative of when they returned home.

  Mr. Billings lifted a folder. “Dr. Korrapati gives you both a clean bill of health. No STD's or any major health conditions that would preclude strenuous activity.”

  Evie giggled. “We're going to be doing lots of that.”

  “I bet,” the manager grinned. “Here is the membership papers and the bylaws. You will be required to have monthly STD screenings performed by Dr. Korrapati, which is covered in your monthly fee. And remember, you can do what you like here, so long as your partner or partners consent. If they say no, you stop. No exceptions. And if your partner asks you to wear a condom, please respect their wishes.”

  “Well, they won't have to worry about that from me,” Evie smiled, then sighed.

  Mr. Billings gave her a curious look.

  “I'm barren.”

  “I'm so sorry to hear that.”

  Frank squeezed her hand, his thumb caressing her. What a sweetie I married.

  “It's okay. I've lived with it for most of our marriage.” A grin split her face. “Besides, if we had kids we could have never afforded the membership.”

  Frank chuckled. “Always looking on the bright side, Evie.”

  “And here are your keys,” Mr. Billing said, pulling out a pair of house keys, sliding them over. “They will open the first security gate. There a hold over from the founding of the Key Club in the seventies.”

  “Oh, this place has been around that long?” her husband asked. “I thought it was new.”

  “Our facilities are new, but the club is not. It started off as a monthly key party.”

  Evie frowned, glancing at her husband, who just shrugged.

  “In a key party, the men would dump their car keys into a bowl and the women would fish them out and go to bed with whomever they chose.”

  “And now?”

  “You fuck whom you want,” Mr. Billings laughed. “We're no longer restricted to heterosexual couples. Singles, gays, lesbians, and bisexuals are more than welcome.”

  “Sounds like we're going to have a lot of fun,” Frank grinned, and she knew exactly what her husband was thinking about—fucking a strange woman who was eating her pussy out.

  She took her key, and smiled at 'Mrs. Reynolds' engraved on it. “We are going to have so much fun Friday night.”

  ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

  Grace Davenport-Myers lounged on the balcony railing of the Key Club, a martini in her hand, looking for some amusement this Friday evening. She loved the club and all its varied amusements, but after two years of spending her evenings and weekends here, casual sex was beginning to lose its thrill. Even the joy of coming here behind her husband's back, flirting with being caught, was beginning to wane.

  Thomas was the stuffiest man she had ever met, but he was also the richest. As long as he never found out about her amusements, and he wouldn't with the work schedule he kept, she was free to have all the fun she wanted. Thomas spent his long hours working at his company, Microtech, to squeeze another billion in profit out of them so he could buy another summer house he would never visit or another yacht he wouldn't sail upon.

  “There you are, darling.” Grace didn't bother to turn as Renee sidled up to her. They weren't friends—she didn't have friends—but they weren't strangers. Partners in crime might be a way to describe their relationship.

  “Any hunky men caught your eye?” Renee asked, leaning over the railing.

  “Looking to poach my lover again?” Grace asked. “Oh, wait, you tried that and he turned you down.”

  “Oh, darling, that was so long ago,” she giggled.

  “It was last Friday.”

  “Like I said, so long ago.” Renee leaned over. “Besides, he found his way to my penthouse a few days later. He was very passionate. I may look him up tonight.”

  “I found him rather boring,” Grace shrugged. “Enjoy.”

  Renee's eyes tightened, then she smiled, “I will.” The blonde took a sip of her drink. “So, who are you going to get your claws into tonight?”

  “You make it sound like I hurt my lovers.”

  “I thought that's what you loved to do?” Her eyebrows raised and Grace smiled back.

  “It is so fun to scratch and bite in the heat of the moment,” Grace laughed.

  “That's not what I meant.”

  Grace sipped her drink and arched her eyebrow. There were a lot of games a bored trophy wife could play.

  “Who are they?” Renee asked, leaning over.

  Grace followed her gaze to a rather gorgeous, black-haired woman in a slinky, silver party dress that had caught Renee's attention. Grace didn't know her or the man—handsome with a broad set of shoulders—escorting her. Fresh meat. A smile crossed her lips. The man's arm was wrapped around the woman's and they shared a glance that, even from above, Grace could see just how much in love they were.

  “Wow. You don't see that in here too often,” giggled Renee. “I used to look at my husband that way.”

  “And then you discovered that it was his money you loved?”

  “So true,” Renee nodded. “I know how much you love your husband's wallet.”

  “It's so big, how can I not?”

  The new couple wandered on to the dance floor, swaying together, laughing and smiling. They were so happy. Grace had certainly never been so happy in a relationship. Any man that had the money and stability to be a provider never had the excitement to be her lover. And even the passion she felt with her lovers dulled fast. This couple's love was so comfortable and familiar, something they had worn for a long time.

  “Where is your husband?” Grace absently asked, staring at the couple. They irritated her. The Key Club was a place for decadent lust, not love, if that emotion even truly ever existed.

  “With his mistress,” Renee tittered. “He thinks if he fucks her here, I won't know who she really is. Like I care. He's free to fuck all the whores he wants. I made sure our prenup was iron clad.”

  The more Grace stared at the loving couple, the more and more her irritation grew into annoyance. It was refreshing to feel something other than boredom, even if the source of her new found passion was so petty. She took a last sip of her drink, and smiled.

  A terribly wicked idea popped into her head.

  “Where are you going?” Renee purred.

  “To claw my new lovers.”

  Chapter Two: Songbird

  Evie swayed against Frank as the music in the Key Clu
b boomed and pulsed, the sound reaching in her and making her body writhe against her husbands to its beat. She loved the cute dress he had bought her, silver and gleaming, the skirt so short it threaten to flash her naked rear. She was going commando—her Master's orders—and her pussy was growing so wet.

  She loved it when Frank was assertive, taking her by the scruff of the neck and telling her exactly how he wanted her to please him. She could feel his excitement grow as they had walked through the club and all the men took note of her in her slinky dress. He was proud, like a man showing off the prized poodle he had bred. She was showing off her assets because he had made her, and that only made her pussy grow more wet as she lapped up the men's attention.

  The music seemed to carry her away, and her slight nervousness was melting like mist before the morning sun. She turned, pressing her rear into her husband's bulging cock, reaching her arms above her head to wrap around his necks as she swayed. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, rubbing her stomach, sliding down to stroke her thighs, and lifting the hem of her dress, teasing the men watching them.

  Her eyes fell on a pair. Both were dark-skinned, Hispanic or Middle-Eastern. They were tall, chiseled chin, fit, their brown eyes fixed on her body with such a burning intensity; heat flushed through her and her juices trickled down her thigh. The hunks grins grew broad as she licked her lips, and their tight pants bulged with their appreciation.

  She pursed her lips at them and fluttered her eyelashes. This is what she and Frank had come here for—to be naughty with other people. To share new lovers with her husband, to be watched by Frank while she reveled in new lust, a strange man's cock buried inside her.

  “They can't take their eyes off you,” whispered her husband; his hand slid up, squeezing her breast. She gasped, her hard nipple rasping against the smooth fabric of her dress. Her nipples must be painfully obvious through the thin material, advertising to all that she wore no bra. “You're the most beautiful woman here.”

  Evie shivered, sighing, then purred, “They're hot. I bet you can't wait to see them dance with me.”