Wives with Benefits: Volume Two (18 page)

“I’ll... tell her...” she panted as I pushed two fingers inside her again.

Then I stepped around to lie with her on the couch, and we spooned together, my cock slipping back inside her hot pussy from behind her.

“So how far did you get with her? I mean, I assume eventually you got some sleep?”

She smiled, and moaned quietly, “We went into her bedroom, lay on her bed, and we were just kissing for a while, again. Only I was touching her, and the fact she’d been so... well, that she’d gone as far as she had with me... it made me feel like I had every right to do whatever to her...”

“Of course.”

“So I was touching her between her legs, this time, and it was nice because it was her, and she’s so beautiful... I wasn’t freaked out at all, because we were taking our time...”

“Uh-huh,” I reached around to hold Ana’s breasts as I gently penetrated her, filling her then withdrawing, making her moan.

“... And she was wet because of me, so I guess it was pretty exciting, and I had my hands under her shirt, and I was touching her beautiful breasts... and then I was pulling her panties off, and it seemed so strange... but I wanted to make her feel good... and I knew exactly how to touch her there, because it’s just like touching myself there...”

I kissed her neck, picking up the pace of my thrusting into her a little, but still keeping things slow. The biggest turn-on of all was hearing what she’d done with Ellie. I wanted more details.

I said, “I bet you did make her feel good...”

“Uh-huh,” she said. “She was making these sweet little moans and sighs, pulling off her top so I could suck on her tits, and she was so wet... I made her come with my fingers, and she just about exploded. Said no one had ever made her feel like that before.”

“Right,” I said.

Ana pulled off me, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Slipped down to kneel on the floor, and take my cock in her hands again. “I know,” she said, “It was probably a line. But it made me feel... you know... confident.”

She took me in her mouth, brushing her hair back behind her ear, then sinking down on my shaft. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was tasting herself on my cock on purpose. Comparing her flavor with Ellie. Or trying to get more accustomed to the flavor for future benefits.

She pulled me out of her mouth and pressed my cock between her soft, warm breasts. She didn’t have the largest breasts in the world, but they were enough to have my shaft between them.

“After that, we were both naked, and she was so open to me...” she said, stroking me with her cleavage, “and I just found myself curious, you know? Kissing down her body, I could smell her, and now I did want to taste her, I wanted to try it for myself.”

“You like it?” I grinned.

She sucked the head of my cock briefly in her mouth, and said, “I did. I don’t know... it was a little strange, I guess... but it was Ellie, and because she was so beautiful, and I was making her feel so good like that... and her wet pussy was right there in my face... and it was so wrong...”

“Wow,” I said.

She climbed up onto me now, taking my cock back inside her tight pussy, sitting in my lap as she did so. I said, “Pretty hot, you doing that.”

She nodded, “I’m not sure I’d want to with anyone else, but with Ellie... well...”

“She’s something special,” I finished her sentence.

“She is. I only went down on her once all night, and she was down on me all the time. But I do want to do it again.”

“I bet you do.”

She grinned, riding me harder and harder.

Then she said, “You know, she said one day maybe you’d like to watch.”

And with that thought put out there, I held onto Ana’s hips and came like a thunderclap, bucking and jerking as my hard cock throbbed and pulsed and pumped my come deep inside her.

8

I gave the them space to date each other, virtually every weekend, and just got on with painting and decorating jobs around our house — it seemed to be the only thing to put me in the mood for decorating, so I felt we might as well benefit from the results of that.

The whole thing gave Ana a wonderful glow. The self-confidence she brought back with her after her dates, not to mention the intimate details of what happened with Ellie, never failed to fire me up.

I suppose that knowing who she was dating — and seeing Ellie herself, occasionally, usually at a distance, around campus — I was to some extent living vicariously through my wife. Imagining that I was experiencing firsthand the excitement of dating someone new. But I didn’t mind that it was only my wife experiencing that firsthand.

It was seriously hot when she came back bearing a hint of Ellie’s perfume, the occasional love bite or smear of lipstick, and perhaps the lingering traces of their sex.

But it was my wife’s adventurous nature that proved the biggest turn-on to me. Her raw sexuality, her desire to explore the boundaries, her boldness, her joy at being with someone like Ellie. Somehow the forbidden nature of it, the fact that I as her husband was allowing her to break the terms of our vows to enjoy herself in this way — it all seemed to add to the sense of the taboo for us, driving us both into a seemingly constant sexual frenzy.

It was all so secret — we could tell no one what was happening, no friends, certainly no family members. It was just our little private adventure, a dare that had settled into a covert understanding.

And increasingly with Ana gone, and me left at home to imagine what they might be doing together, I found myself wondering if actually, I might be less jealous than I thought about Ana one day dating another man, rather than a woman.

Maybe I wasn’t so unequal in my attitude to this as I’d initially thought.

After all, I felt solid trust in the bond I shared with my wife — and the fact that this sexual adventure had strengthened that bond. How would a man be much different? I’d be able to trust that Ana wouldn’t leave me for him, and so long as she was careful to avoid the whole pregnancy thing, perhaps I could be persuaded that it would be okay.

Certainly, as late summer turned into the fall, and the leaves turned brown around campus, I felt confident that my wife could enjoy any sexual adventure she liked, and I would probably be okay with it.

*

A few times, I saw them together, and that really blew my mind. I didn’t really mean to see anything, but the regularity with which Ana saw Ellie meant I guess it was going to happen eventually.

I saw them a few of times around campus during daylight hours, when they would act merely as friends rather than lovers. Seeing them though, and knowing that they were lovers rather than friends, always put the lead in my pencil.

But on rare occasions, I saw them together on date night. That nearly sent my insides into meltdown.

We had an arrangement where for the most part, it was accepted that on a date night, Ana would most likely stay with Ellie in her apartment. Occasionally, though, Ana would want to have Ellie over at our house, and I would faithfully head out to the movies, or I’d catch up with some of my friends, to leave them a free house. I’d come home at 1am, our appointed safe hour, and Ellie would be gone.

That arrangement seemed to work well enough.

A couple of times, though, I ended up coming home a little early, and when circling the block became tiresome, I thought I might get away with sneaking into the house, grabbing the PlayStation and hiding out in the basement. The first time, I actually succeeded, and got inside the house to grab the video games console and dart down the stairs to the basement without anyone knowing I was there. Only, once down there, I found myself able to hear the faint cries of two women fulfilling themselves. The walls — and floors — in our little house really were thin.

That was one of the hottest things I’d ever heard up until that point. First real proof that my Ana really had entered into a sexual relationship with a woman. I was so hard listening to those sweet sounds, and the temptation to try to find a way to witness what was actually going on was intense. But I felt bad for violating the terms of our agreement, and their privacy. Guilt made me sneak back out of the house to the car, for a little more driving to pass the time — assisted by a stop at a late-night diner out by the highway.

When I eventually made it home, Ana was already asleep, and I didn’t wake her. I didn’t mention that I’d heard them, either.

The second time I came home too early, I didn’t even get in the house before seeing that the two of them were there together in the living room, snuggling up on the couch. It burned inside me to see them together — they had obvious, irresistible chemistry — but it still didn’t seem like jealousy to me, more like simple envy and lust, the desire to be there with them, enjoying closeness with two beautiful women.

On that occasion, both women had been fully dressed, though in the kind of loose shorts and t-shirts that were hardly what they’d started date night wearing. I might have gone in there to say hello — and thereby meet Ellie officially for the first time — except that on closer inspection, I saw that Ellie had her hand between Ana’s legs, taking an active role in exploring her underwear. The two of them also had that post-fucked glow about them, their hair loose and messy, their brows showing a hint of perspiration — and I knew that going in there at this point would have been seriously awkward. Once again, I withdrew, and bided my time before returning to Ana.

Then one night when Ana was actually supposed to be staying out with Ellie, and I was allowed to be at home, I heard a car pull into our driveway at about midnight and it was the two of them coming back when they weren’t meant to.

I went to peer out of our spare bedroom window to see if I could catch a glimpse of Ana for some advance warning about her mood — if she’d had an argument with Ellie, or something bad had happened, I wanted forewarning.

It wasn’t Ana’s car out there on our driveway, it was Ellie’s - a battered old Ford pickup that wasn’t what I’d imagine a smart young French woman would want to drive. It appeared that both Ana and Ellie were inside.

The street lighting meant that actually, I had a fairly good view of what was going on in that car. Ana and Ellie were sitting very close on the truck’s bench seat, talking and laughing about something.

Then they were kissing.

I caught my breath — it was still a little startling, gaining firsthand proof that they really were lovers. I saw their lips locked together, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies. Then they broke apart, laughing. I saw Ana bite her lip, her hand touching Ellie’s breast through her bright yellow top, lifting it up to expose her white bra, which she slipped down to reveal her bare breasts and stiff nipples.

I could hardly believe my luck, watching my naughty wife take Ellie’s hard buds into her mouth, one and then the other. I could see the French girl with a hand between her leg, stroking herself through white panties, her little black skirt seeming almost nonexistent. It wasn’t long before Ana’s hand replaced it.

I couldn’t see all the details of what was going on — it was like watching a love scene in an NC-17 movie, there were occasional breasts on show but that was about it. Nevertheless, the fact that it was so unmistakable what they were doing, made it searingly erotic to me. I could see Ana’s arm moving, and she had to have had her fingers inside Ellie’s pussy. Ellie jerked, and writhed in her chair, her mouth opening to gasp for breath, and I knew she was coming hard on my wife’s fingers.

Were these women aware that I might be able to look out of an upstairs window and see what they were doing? The way they smiled and laughed together made me suspect they liked the element of danger, perhaps even hoped I might watch.

Ellie was wincingly pretty — to see her made me so impressed at my wife’s pulling power. And to see her closing her eyes and titling her head back, moaning though I could not hear it — it made me even more impressed at Ana’s capabilities.

They weren’t rushing, particularly, despite the apparent risk of being seen from either the street or by me in the house. Ellie leaned over to Ana, who was lifting a foot on to the seat to part her legs, and I was even rewarded with a glimpse of Ana’s sheer panties as her black-and-white floral dress rode up, and Ellie reached in to remove Ana’s panties with both hands. Then the French beauty covered my wife’s pussy, though the way she moved made it clear how she was caressing her as the two of them kissed.

I saw Ana shuddering with her own orgasm as Ellie touched her, and could tell the French girl had her fingers buried deep inside her.

Was it wrong to watch them? I had no explicit consent from either, but this time because I was the one supposed to be at home, I felt less guilt than before about watching them.

And they weren’t done with an orgasm a piece. I saw Ana reaching over to use both hands to peel Ellie’s panties from her body, and then the pretty French brunette was sitting sideways on the seat, her back leaning up against the door, and my Ana was able to twist her body in that passenger seat to push her face between Ellie’s thighs.

Again, I could see none of the details, this time Ellie’s thigh blocking my view, but it was unmistakable what my Ana was doing. Shocking to me, though not in a bad way — just that I’d never, ever believed she would want to be with a woman like this. And there was nothing tentative about it — Ana was really going to town on her date, Ellie’s hand gently on her head to encourage her. Jesus.