Wives with Benefits: Volume Two (21 page)

10

In the morning, we slept in late into the Friday. I woke first and for a long while, just gazed at the two of them sleeping there in our bed together, just plain astonished at what had gone on that night, and the fact that I had ended up falling asleep with two such stunning women.

And combined with the knowledge that my Ana was now with child — it was one of those perfect moments that I hoped I’d always remember.

As I showered, however, I wondered how long a perfect moment could last, and how the relationship between the three of us would be now that Ana had opened me up to experiencing Ellie.

A little later we had brunch together and it was a wonderfully cheerful affair, not least because the pregnancy was now out there - but there was no mention over eggs or bacon or pancakes or fruit or croissants regarding our wild night together. When it came time to say goodbye to Ellie, both Ana and I received the European kisses on the cheeks from Ellie, as she thanked us for a lovely Thanksgiving.

Ana and I did nothing but sleep the next few nights, and even as we reached mid-week I didn’t feel I could bring up the subject of Ellie. I felt more comfortable just dropping it, assuming that what had happened between the three of us had been a one-off, celebrating Thanksgiving or the pregnancy, or the completion of the house, or all three.

Then Saturday arrived, and in the early evening Ana was getting ready to go out on a date again, and I was only too pleased that things had gone back to relative normality again. I could watch my wife getting dressed up for her evening with a beautiful woman, I could see the trouble she went to ensure her make-up was perfect, her outfit was sophisticated and her underwear seriously sexy, knowing that later that night she would be locked in sweet embrace with the exquisite Ellie once again.

With Ana heading out the front door, I asked her: “Are you staying over at her place tonight? Or should I make myself scarce tonight?

Ana gave me a mischievous grin and kissed my lips. “We’re going dancing,” she said, “and then we’ll decide if we’re coming back here or to her place.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling a little crestfallen.

“But you should go see that movie you wanted to see, right?”

“I suppose so.”

“And then if we go back to her place, I’ll give you a call later.”

“Right.”

“And if we decide to come back here instead,” she said, “then you can take it we’ve decided you can join us if you’d like.”

“Really?” I felt myself light up at that suggestion.

That night I could hardly focus on the movie I’d gone out to see for hoping that I might get another chance to witness my wife and Ellie indulging in each other, even if I was only watching this time rather than getting involved.

And that night, I did indeed return home to find the two of them there, upstairs in the bedroom, whereupon I was welcomed in before being stripped and fucked within an inch of my life by two incredible women.

What can I say? It was the most incredible year. Ana and Ellie kept dating, and when they felt like an evening for just the two of them, they hung out at Ellie’s apartment and I was happy to give them their space. When they wanted my company, I’d come home on a Saturday night to find them there, in various states of undress, ready for three to be a crowd.

Steadily through the year Ana’s belly grew, and her libido never seemed to tail off. But we knew time was running out. Ellie was going to have to return to France that summer when school broke up, and our lives were about to change forever bringing a new baby into the world.

When the time came to part, there were promises all round for Ellie to come back, or for us to visit France once our little one, Charlotte, was ready to cope with a transatlantic flight. And we did keep in touch, becoming close friends albeit long-distance.

In the mean time, I did find myself wondering sometimes if Ana would ever reconnect with that adventurous side of herself again. It took both of us a few months to get interested in sex again after Charlotte arrived, and the challenging first few months of coping with a new baby.

But then one evening when Charlotte was about seven months old, I came home from work one evening to find Ana bearing a mischievous smile.

“What?” I asked her.

“Somebody was hitting on me at baby swim class today,” she said.

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A Little Fantasy Never Hurt

Was it a shock to find out my fiancée fantasized about sleeping with other men? Not really. I mean, I’d never really thought about it before that fateful day when she caught me checking out another woman’s ass. But guys fantasize about other women, right?

I guess in the early days of our relationship, I had mentally set her up as whiter-than-white, as someone who hadn’t even really had sex with other guys before me, certainly not proper sex, and as soon as I’d come along she’d only ever had eyes for me. That hadn’t been true, of course, but that was how my subconscious set things up. Then as our relationship had settled, and I’d popped the question at the tender age of 27, my imagination had continued to project her purity, her innocence.

She never had been a pure innocent, though. It was just a projection my brain created to reassure me. No, Nina was a regular girl in all respects, albeit an attractive one thanks to her long dark hair, her dark eyes, her pretty smile, her smooth lightly tanned skin. She’d had plenty of boyfriends before me, she’d lost her virginity long ago in a high school far, far away, and as soon as she first took me to her bed it was clear she had skills between the sheets that must have come from somewhere.

But I was a guy, a regular guy, so my brain kept me safe from hurtful jealousy.

Nina was always quite flirty with other people — on nights out with our friends, at dinner parties, at summer barbecues, at the mall while out shopping, whatever. But she was that way with most — male or female — always trying to make people smile, making light of life around us, so I just accepted it early on, and hardly thought about it.

But it was logical, with hindsight, that she would be just like anyone else and occasionally fantasize about seducing other men. Guys are lying if they say they don’t.

And then we were at the movies, queuing for the new Star Wars, no less, and my eye fell lazily to the posterior of the young woman standing a little way in front of us wearing leggings that really ought to have been in some gym somewhere, not a movie theater for a 12A movie.

“Sorry,” I’d said immediately Nina had pointed out that the girl in the leggings did, indeed, have a nice ass.

“What are you apologizing for?” Nina laughed. “If she didn’t want people staring at it, she wouldn’t have worn an outfit like that.”

“Well, yeah, I know…” I mumbled.

My soon-to-be-wife rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “You don’t have to avoid looking at any other woman just because we’re about to get married,” she’d said. “This isn’t Saudi Arabia, you know.”

“But, I shouldn’t.”

To be honest, I was a little surprised she hadn’t started mercilessly teasing me, ripping me to shreds for trying to subtly gaze at some younger woman’s bubble butt. I didn’t quite know what to say to this strange tolerance of hers. My instincts told me it was a trap, a test thrown at me prior to our wedding, to make doubly sure Nina wasn’t making a huge mistake.

Then she said, “I look at other guys sometimes.”

“You do?” Astonishment. Couldn’t hide it.

“Sure. That guy over there in the other line, you see him? You see his tight jeans?”

I glanced over, trying to look without seeming to stare, not least because this was me staring at some other guy — and more specifically, his crotch.

“I guess…”

He did seem to be wearing jeans a size or two too small. Skinny jeans for a not-so-skinny guy. And yes, he did have a noticeable package, something I could see might draw female eyes if they were looking for something a little risqué.

“So maybe I was checking him out,” Nina said. “Does that bother you?”

“I guess not,” I said cautiously, shrugging for effect, though I had a strange feeling, as though someone had dropped a hefty load of gravel into my stomach — and at the same time my manhood appeared to be thickening inside my pants.

I liked the thought of Nina checking that guy out.

The line had moved on, and the girl in the leggings was now sauntering over to the popcorn stand with her gaggle of girlfriends, and I have to admit my eyes did latch onto the pleasing lines of her shapely rear just for one moment more.

“You have good taste,” Nina smirked, noticing my additional glance toward the forbidden fruit. “She might be a little young for you, though.”

That had made me chuckle. “I wasn’t thinking about sleeping with her,” I insisted, and it was actually the truth. I think women often jump to conclusions about guys, and quite often they might get it right — but we look at attractive women, and we’re not necessarily always fantasizing about sleeping with them. It is possible for this particular gender to simply appreciate the aesthetics of femininity without trying to mentally corrupt it.

“Oh, you weren’t?”

“Why, were you imagining yourself with him?” I asked her, teasing her a little, not really expecting much of a reply.

“Of course. Look at that thing.”

Subconsciously, consciously, I don’t know, when she said that I couldn’t avoid looking over again. The guy’s jeans did make it look as though he’d needed a shoe horn to wedge his unit in there. I guess he did have a pretty big one. Maybe he had reason to show it off. But I looked at it and the thought that took hold of me was of my naughty Nina imagining herself taking it, in some darkened alcove in this theater, or perhaps in some sleazy motel somewhere.

It actually turned me on to think of her lusting after this other guy, to know that she was picturing having him squeeze that huge thing inside her.

“Oh,” was all I said. And then it was time to pick up our tickets from the kiosk.

Tickets in hand, we by-passed the refreshments stand since the length of the lines suggest we wouldn’t get into the theater, let alone getting decent seats, before the infamous yellow words started scrolling up the backdrop of a galaxy far, far away. I followed Nina into the auditorium, and didn’t think twice about taking whichever seats she chose — until I noticed that she sat down next to the guy with the tight jeans.

He was sitting back, his legs apart, his bulge highly apparent, in fact, and as Nina caught me noticing, she flashed me a wicked smile.

All of a sudden, I found it a little difficult to breathe in there. And yet, my manhood was thickening to the point where I was in danger of giving the other guy a run for his money in the tight pants department.

I know she was only teasing me — and yet every time I saw her glancing subtly over to her left, it seemed deeply thrilling to me.

“I don’t see your piece of ace anywhere,” Nina said quietly as we awaited the trailers.

“No,” I said, mimicking calm.

“The girl up there has a nice pair, though.”

I couldn’t avoid looking in the direction she indicated. I mean, for god’s sake, this was my fiancée telling me to look at some other woman’s breasts. Nina said this quietly, but it didn’t seem so quiet to me owing to the content of what she was saying. I looked all around to see if others were listening in, perhaps chortling at us.

“I suppose so.” The woman in question was blonde, probably a few years younger than us, and wearing a push-up bra and a white tank top that really did little to maintain her modesty in the eyes of the public.

“And you’re telling me you don’t look at her and think of nailing her?”

Again, a glance around us to check that the world wasn’t listening in — and putting this whole conversation live on YouTube. A quick glance at Mr Big, and he didn’t even seem to know Nina existed next to him. Then inevitably my eyes drifted back up to Little Miss Cleavage, and how was possibly to avoid picturing myself sliding my hard cock between those warm, soft mounds of fun?

“Well if I am, it’s totally your fault,” I said. The lights faded a little as the trailers started rolling.