Wives with Benefits: Volume Two (16 page)

“Flustered?”

“I’m never flustered. I was... I don’t know... stammering. Stumbling. And I know it was just because she was there.”

“She’s a colleague,” I said, trying to help her rationalize it. “Not just another student -- she’s a peer. You want to impress her, you want to make a good impression...”

Ana shook her head. “No -- I have colleagues listening in on my lectures all the time. Even the ones I most respect... there’s no reaction like that. I was light-headed... I don’t know... giddy.”

“Giddy?” I chuckled.

“I’m looking at some of the guys near her giving her secret little glances, whispering to each other about her -- sometimes outright flirting with her, trying to attract her interest, and I’m there at the front thinking: she’s invited me to dinner on Saturday.”

I laughed, “You feel a little flushed, when you see her, when you think about her? Your heart rate picks up a bit...”

“What are you saying?” Ana was looking at me in shock, as though I couldn’t possibly know how she was feeling when Ellie was in her presence.

“You have a little crush, Mrs Jordan -- that’s all.” My amusement came mainly from my surprise -- that my wife had started out teasing me about her little brush with a French bisexual, and had then moved into a state of denial, and now was revealing that she might have feelings for another woman after all.

“Professor Mrs Jordan,” she corrected me. “And I don’t have crushes on women.”

“She’s so pretty...” I said, only half teasing, “and maybe she has a sexy little accent that sends little shivers through your body whenever she speaks with you... and when she looks at you, you get this jolt of energy through your chest...”

“Oh God...” Ana sighed. “Seriously?”

“It doesn’t matter, does it?” I asked. “I mean, you could still have dinner with her tonight if you wanted... or you could cancel.”

“I don’t... I don’t think I want to cancel...”

“You want to find out what might happen?”

Ana shrugged. I saw trepidation battling with curiosity in her eyes. It was as though I was taking away the safety wire from her next attempt at crossing a tightrope.

“You really wouldn’t object? If something happened, if she wanted to... I don’t know... make the moves on me... you wouldn’t feel like I was possibly going to cheat on you?”

I felt my cheeks burn and my insides begin to throb. “No, I’ve told you, haven’t I? I don’t feel threatened by her.”

“And if these odd feelings of mine -- this crush, if that’s what it is. If I got a little tipsy and let something happen...”

My cock hardened inside my old paint-flecked jeans. Was that was all this had been leading to? My wife, the most straight-laced geek of them all, had not only turned into a born-again gym bunny, but now had thoughts of exploring some hitherto completely hidden bisexuality?

I was still not in the slightest bit jealous. I liked the idea of my wife being bisexual, or at least of having the freedom to find out.

“I wouldn’t object,” I said quietly. “As long as it was what you wanted. And it didn’t stop you from loving me, from wanting me.”

“Of course not. But... I mean, what if it meant... you know... going on real dates with her...”

“Real dates?” I smiled, and kissed her again. “I can’t believe you’re even considering it. But I wouldn’t consider it cheating, put it that way.”

“You’re insane, you know that?” Then she suddenly gasped. “What the hell am I going to wear tonight?”

Well, that turned the afternoon into an odd experience, I can tell you. Ana insisted I watch her try on various possible dresses after revealing she’d initially planned on going to the dinner wearing jeans and a plain top.

There was no teasing, no taunting on either side. She wasn’t teasing me for being so tolerant of her desire to explore the possibility of dating another woman, compared to how I might be if she were considering an affair with a man. I wasn’t teasing her for her about-face in attitude towards this challenge to her sexuality.

I found myself encouraging her toward the steamy end of the spectrum as far as her dresses were concerned, high on the thighs and low on the necklines.

It was strange, seeing her acting like a love-struck teenager, suddenly so self-conscious again about her looks, and what Ellie might think of her in this dress, or that dress. Whether she was sending the wrong signals if she did or did not wear pants instead.

In the end, we had to leap into the car and tear up the asphalt to the nearest mall, the upscale Kingsway Mall, to (eventually) find an ensemble that Ana could accept as appropriate.

“I’ve never seen you like this,” I laughed, partly in relief that she’d finally decided on something, as we returned home with just enough time to spare for Ana to shower and fix herself up for her ‘date’.

“Well, I don’t want to disappoint her,” she replied.

“I don’t think you’d disappoint her if you were wearing a boiler suit.”

She flashed me an appreciative smile as she drove us home. “If I don’t make the effort, she won’t want to see me again,” she said, and it impressed me that Ana was admitting to liking Ellie now, perhaps more than just as friends.

“You’re worried she might not want to see you any more?”

She looked at me, startled a little, then gave an awkward little smile, “I guess I am, huh. She’s nice, she’s pretty. She doesn’t have to hang out with someone like me.”

“She’s interested in you -- that much is clear,” I said. “She’s been pursuing you.”

“Well, maybe if I’m not careful she’ll start thinking I’m not worth any more of her time.”

“I doubt it.”

“And anyway, I don’t want to be the plain one when we’re sat at a table having dinner together.”

I laughed at that.

“You’re gorgeous,” I said. “You wouldn’t be the plain one having dinner with Giselle.”

*

And then after a long while waiting for Ana to shower and then to be suitably happy with her make-up and the final shape of her outfit, I couldn’t believe it was time for her first date with Ellie.

This whole thing had changed from a simple dinner between two collaborating colleagues to the first proper date Ana had had in ages. And I was as excited as she was about it, it seemed -- though I had to contain my excitement.

All I could do was look on, as she gave a final check in the mirror to ensure everything was in the right place, and then I had to let her go. She did look sensational in a stunning backless regal blue dress that seemed so short on her thighs it took the breath away. If she was dating a guy, I would probably have been absolutely terrified seeing her walking out of our front door wearing something like that.

As it was, I was quietly hopeful.

6

I don’t know how late it was. I’d fallen asleep hoping she’d stay out with Ellie as long as possible into the night, because the longer the two of them stayed out, the more successful the date had to be, in my eyes.

I think I must have woken to hear her come into the bedroom, so it wasn’t a huge jolt of surprise to feel her come to bed. Subconsciously expecting her to simply lay beside me and collapse into sleep, so I could descend once more back into the depths of slumber, what did surprise me was to feel her crawling her way up my body as I lay there.

“Hmmph?”

It took me a few moments to emerge from sleep as she moved over me, and as I did so I registered that it had to be Ana, and that she had to be back from her date. Perhaps she was even horny after either getting somewhere interesting with Ellie, or getting close to somewhere.

But Ana kept moving up my body, and when my eyes finally flickered open to dispel the last few clouds of sleep, I found the unexpected delight of my wife kneeling over my face, her thighs framing my vision, her beautiful pussy looming just inches from my mouth.

“Hey,” she smiled down at me, and brushed her long dark hair back out of her face as she gazed down on me.

“Hey yourself.”

Every breath I took was now filled with the earthy musk of her arousal. It was exhilarating; I couldn’t even wait for questions about how her date had gone. I put my hands up to reach for her thighs, encouraging her to sink down onto my mouth.

She touched down gently, and I allowed myself a small taste of her soaking pussy before letting out a moan of pleasure. My Ana had been out on an adventure, and she had come back to me. I loved that she came back demanding my mouth.

I lapped at her tangy juices, soaking in my view of her incredible body as I gazed up at her. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth in response to my touch, my face pressing against her sex. I was moaning gently as I ate her, and as she began to assert a little control, moving her body where she needed my tongue and my mouth, rather than vice versa, my moans gave her reassurance and approval.

Her body gently rocked on my mouth, one of her hands keeping her steady by holding my head. Like that, I made her come -- hard. She squeezed my face between her thighs and pressed herself down on me, squirming as it hit her, and I had to brace myself against her force.

She was all smiles as she released me, and shuffled down over my chest to find where I was keeping my hard cock.

“So how was it?” I asked her while recovering my breath, the evaporation of her juices all over my face suddenly feeling quite cold now her body was no longer there.

“Good,” she grinned.

“So what happened? Anything?”

She appeared almost shy, and yet she’d just come all over my face. She shrugged, said, “She kissed me.”

“And you liked it?”

She nodded.

“That’s great! So... what, this was at the restaurant?”

“We went dancing,” she said, and now reached behind her to position my hardness between her legs.

I groaned as she sank down on me, enveloping my shaft in her heat.

She grinned again, “I kissed her, too.”

“Uh-huh?”

She placed her hands on my chest, then slid them around my neck as she began to move on me, a slow gyration of her hips stirring my hardness inside her.

“It was while we were dancing. I was a little... shocked... to begin with...”

“I’ll bet,” I smiled up at her, and she settled into more of a bouncing motion on my pole.

“It was nice... so soft... and sweet... different, I guess. Like ice cream compared to steak. By the end of the night our hands were all over each other.”

“So it did... turn you on?”

“Uh-huh. Can’t you tell?” she flashed her eyes at me. “She had her hand under my skirt, and while I was kissing her, I brought her hand round to touch my... well...”

“She touched you there?”

“Uh-huh.”

“She had her finger inside you?”

“Uh-huh.” She kissed me vigorously for a moment or two, then broke off. “That was about as far as we went... I don’t know... it was moving a little fast for me.”

“That’s okay, it’s only early days.”

“In the taxi on the way home, she was whispering in my ear, telling me to get you to go down on me -- and imagine it was her doing it.”

I laughed, “So just now... that was you...?”

She nodded, “You angry at me?”

“Of course not!”

She smiled, “I think I might be ready to... well, go a little further with her, anyway.”

“Wonderful.”

Then she was closing her eyes again and fucking me, her body rocking back and forth, her breasts jiggling, her silky hair swaying, brushing my face. She held on to my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye as we both physically worked through the idea of her going further with her new date, and perhaps even sleep with her. Ana looking into my eyes for reassurance, to ensure I was still fine about this strange arrangement. Me showing her how much of a thrill it was to know she was embarking on this adventure, seeing another woman on the side.

We rolled over, and I mounted her missionary-style, plunging back into her hot, wet pussy, holding her tight and thrusting into her as though asserting my control over her, showing her she was mine, even if she was free to play with her new lover.

She came again as I did, both of us rocking together and squeezing each other tight as I locked my throbbing cock deep within her, pumping out my seed.

And with that, we drifted off into sleep in each other’s arms, consumed.

*

The knowledge that she was fully ready to sleep with a woman made me see Ana in a different light the next few days. Every time I saw her, I was hopeful she might have run into Ellie again, but while she did see the beautiful French woman in class a couple of times, and in the gym too, they acted like a newly-dating couple -- kisses only, while looking forward to their next date.

As the next Saturday approached, it was extra thrilling to see my Ana gearing herself up for her next adventure with Ellie. Then on Saturday itself, rather than simply watch her get ready for her date and comment on her outfit choices, my wife actually took me out to the mall to help her shop for a new outfit.