Chapter 7: Can’t Turn Down a Challenge

Well, that made it five cocks for me and even though we’d only been there a couple of hours, I was about ready to call it a night. Yeah, it had been fun and all, but I didn’t see anything else for the night except more of the same and I get easily bored, even with sex sometimes!

I told Beth I wanted to leave and she looked really disappointed. I knew she usually spent all night at these and for her leaving early would be like going hunting and quitting without getting your limit while you were surrounded by easy game. I apologized to Beth but told her I was really ready to go when her face lit up and she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the kitchen.

“I don’t believe it - you’re bored? Here?” she said incredulously. “Well, if that’s the case I think I have something just for you then.”

If anyone else had said that I would have just brushed it off but with Beth, anything was possible. She led me to the entrance to kitchen where I could see seated at a table was one of the older people at the party - he looked to me in his mid-thirties or so. Unlike everyone else, he was still fully clothed and was drinking a beer. One thing I immediately noticed was the wedding band on his ring finger which he was playing with almost absentmindedly.

I looked at Beth with a questioning expression, wondering what the story was. She explained to me that his name was Martin and he had been a periodic participant at the parties for the past few years. Although never known to be too wild or outrageous, he had a reputation for being polite and concerned over his partner’s needs. It was like whenever he needed to blow off some steam now and then he would show up and have a few girls and then disappear for months at a time. Apparently he had just gotten married a few weeks ago and his new wife had no idea he had attended these in the past and of course, no idea he was here now.

Evidently once things got started this time he got cold feet and had been sitting at the table all night debating whether or not to cheat on his new bride. According to Beth, he had asked the host if he could just have a few beers while he got his thoughts sorted out and from the looks of things he was still undecided.

Beth hugged me and giggled, nodding her head towards him, “Well Kelly, you’re always the brave one wanting something new and different. So ... up for the challenge or do you still want to go home?”

I just gave her a sly smile. She knew damn well what my response was going to be! How could I turn down an opportunity like this? I slapped her on her bare bottom playfully saying in a soft sultry voice, “Watch and learn girl. You’re about to see a master at work.”

Beth laughed and spanked me in return making a loud smack as her hand slapped my naked ass. We kissed and I went alone into the kitchen where I took the chair next to him. I introduced myself to him and he looked at me a bit warily, undoubtedly wondering who I was and what my intentions were. Then his eyes lit up and he smiled at me.

“Oh yeah,” he said, “You’re the girl the new guy fucked. Damn, you know you two were really hot! I was especially impressed by the way you instantly agreed to do him in front of everyone without even a second thought. You’re a real slut if I ever saw one!”

I had already decided to be a little less aggressive and more the temptress so I bit my lower lip and gave him my best little girl look as if I was embarrassed that he had remembered. He walked right in to my web saying, “Oh don’t take me wrong, really I meant that as a compliment. Please, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

It took all my willpower not to laugh. Little did he know I loved being a slut and there was little he could ever say to embarrass me. But still, that opened the door for what turned into a rather lengthy conversation. It was sort of surreal to be sitting there next to him in such an atmosphere. I could hear people fucking in the other rooms while others were talking about them and some even cheering them on. Men and women were walking in and out of the kitchen in various stages of dress - or undress if you will.

In the middle of it all I was sitting at the table stark naked drinking a diet Pepsi next to a guy almost twice my age with, based on the stack of empty cans, a six pack of Miller Lite in him while he told me intimate details about his wife and their love life. It may have been the beer, the guilt, the lust, or who knows for sure what reason but he described to me his entire sexual history from the time he lost his virginity in the back seat of his parent’s station wagon (how cliche!) to meeting his wife at a company picnic several years ago.

It was obvious to me he was deeply in love with his new wife so I was having a hard time understanding why he was here in the first place. Apparently he was rather conflicted by it as well as he made several attempts to explain his thoughts and feelings. Half-way through he would stop to reset and start over again from a different angle. I eventually concluded that he truly loved his wife and probably deep down wanted to be faithful to her but after years of an active sexual lifestyle he just wasn’t sure he could be happy sticking with one woman for the rest of his life.

During all this I hardly said a word as the feelings and emotions seemed to pour out of his heart. For a moment - a brief one mind you, I debated whether I should pursue this any further. What he really needed was a good slap in the face and a ride home to what appeared to be a loving and beautiful wife who wanted nothing more than to be faithful to and please her husband.

Even so, just as I was sure Beth knew would happen when she put me in this position, I really wanted nothing more than to be the one that tempted his lustful desires to the point where he would break his marriage vows just to have me for a few minutes. For me it would be like being with a virgin, knowing that he was giving me something he could only give to one person in his entire life.

There would only be one girl in Martin’s lifetime that he would cheat with for the first time, only one girl that was tempting enough for him to break down that wall for the first time as he rationalized the ultimate act of marital deceit. I wanted so bad to be the girl he would remember for the rest of his life, even if he never cheated again. I wanted to be the girl he betrayed his wife for, the one he risked everything for just to possess for a brief moments of ecstasy. Needless to say, Beth couldn’t have dragged me home now with a team of wild horses! I took Martin’s hand in mine and looked him straight in the eyes.

Moving close to him I whispered softly in his ear, “Martin, would you like to go upstairs with me?”

Actually this would be violating one of the cardinal rules of the party. All activity was supposed to stay within the open living areas - living room, family room, dining room, and such. No private sex in the bedrooms. There were a couple of excellent reasons for the rule. First and foremost was safety. Sometimes things can get carried away and even thought the drinking was kept to a minimum and everyone was supposedly checked out, stuff happens. With people around though the odds were greatly reduced that anything would and even if it did then it could be dealt with quickly. Secondly, the whole purpose of the party was to enjoy sex with others. If you wanted to fuck someone in private, this wasn’t the place. People came not only to have sex with new people but to watch it as well.

I had noticed in the past and even tonight that a few people seemed to enjoy watching more than doing. Everyone had to participate somewhat - this wasn’t a free show, but there were no requirements as to number of minutes, partners, etc. Asking Martin to go to the bedroom with me was a bit risky if I wanted to be invited again. However, this was a rather unique situation and I was sure that Mike would understand once it was explained to him if it came to that.

Martin seemed to tense at my suggestion and I was worried maybe I had pushed him too quickly but we didn’t have all night after all! I squeezed his hand, slowly licked my lips and then in my best little schoolgirl voice said, “You DO want me Martin ... don’t you?” I pouted just a little and he let out a deep sigh.

“Oh crap, you know I do,” he replied. He started to say something which appeared to be a protest from the way his shoulders were squaring so I cut in saying, “Just hush. C’mon, let’s go upstairs.”

His shoulders slumped back down and a look of resignation came over him. I stood up and keeping his hand in mine, tugged him gently in the direction of the staircase. He looked me up and down and I guess that final review of my nude body was enough and he followed me as we quickly ascended the stairs.

I had no idea what room was whose so I just picked the first one we came to which appeared to be a guest room from the lack of furnishings and rather sterile feeling. It had a queen bed though stacked with pillows and I let go of his hand to jump up on top of it. I perched myself in the center, sitting with my legs crossed under me Indian style and a big grin on my face.

“Mmmmmmm, why don’t you get out of those clothes for me,” I said to him. Any lingering inhibitions seemed to disappear as he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his pants. He was wearing black silk boxers and at first I thought he was going to leave them on. They looked sexy but now was not the time for them.

“Uh-uh buster,” I teased, “Everything off and that includes the boxers! Show Kelly what you’re hiding under there.”

Martin rolled his eyes in mock exasperation but he dutifully dropped the boxers to the floor. His cock was hanging down, limp and unmoving. I was a little bit disappointed in that I had hoped I would have caused a little more reaction by now but men vary a lot as to what they respond to and how quickly.

That was OK with me actually as I loved starting with a man who was soft and then bring him to a full erection. It especially felt good to feel him grow in my mouth so before he started to grow and I missed out on it I got down on my hands and knees and approached him like a lioness after her prey. He was standing at the edge of the bed and I took his flaccid cock in one hand and lifted it up so I could take it in my mouth.

“Mmmmmmm,” I hummed as I felt his soft dick between my lips.

My tongue played around the head and ran under the edge of it. Martin groaned and I knew at that moment whether he knew it or not that there was no turning back for him now. I only wished his wife was at the door to see her loyal husband break the sacred vows he had made, vows he had promised to keep for life but was already about to violate just a few weeks later.

I felt a glow in my pussy as his cock began to warm and stiffen in my mouth. I’ve always been fascinated with cocks, in particular the way they could go from a small limp piece of flesh to a large thick hard organ capable of giving me so much pleasure. I knew from long experience that men loved having their dicks sucked and would do almost anything for me to do it to them. Feeling it grow was like a testimony to me, a demonstration of his lust for me and how much I turned him on.