Wives with Benefits: Volume One (4 page)

“Hey sweet pea,” she said, sitting in that simple little checked summer dress, which she’d been wearing that morning as he’d left for work. “Did you think I’d forgotten your birthday?”

He’d known she’d change just before she headed for the airport in the afternoon, he’d thought nothing of the fact that the dress was really quite short, a lot shorter than she’d wear ordinarily. Of course, she wasn’t going to wear it out so anyone would see.

Here she was, the thing was riding up her thighs, and she looked stunning.

Liam smiled at the creativity of his wife for doing something for his birthday that was apparently so different from the norm. He had no idea what she was up to.

“Well,” she said, eyes darting sideways as though she had something heavy to say but didn’t quite know where to start. “I guess I have some explaining to do.”

She ran her hands down her legs, leaning forward to reach all the way down her calves, her long dark brown hair flowing all over her slender shoulders. Liam thinking she must have propped her phone up on the dresser to video herself. The quality of the latest generation of smartphone video really was astounding.

“By the time you get this, I would think I’d already be up in the air, on the way to London,” she said. “You know I’m gonna miss you, honey, even though it’s just a week.”

He smiled. She was sweet. Sometimes he forgot that she did actually adore him, she was always so caught up in her work. Then she’d drop a little love-bomb that would take him by complete surprise, reminding him just what he’d seen in the young business school graduate.

“So, I thought I’d make you a video… maybe give you something to think about for when I get back from my conference…”

She sat back up, her hands apparently carelessly catching on the hem of her dress, accidentally pulling it up to reveal a flash of panties beneath — gray, simple,  though small enough to be thongs.

Liam’s cock leaping up into full hardness, his heart suddenly pounding — Jesus, had his wife made a dirty movie for him?

She’d never ever done something so outlandish before. Always been the perfect, proper young lady.  

“I guess we haven’t really been in the mood for much… romance… recently…” she said, looking a touch nervous, but clearly feeling something had to be said. 

Liam groaned, felt his heart sink. Was she upset with him? 

As though anticipating his response, she said: “Oh no, I’m not saying it’s anyone’s fault — we’ve both been trying to push our careers recently, right? And there’s been no time for anything. We’re both so tired when we get home…”

She began to unfasten little buttons on the front of her dress, which Liam hadn’t even seen, hidden by the checked cotton material.

Revealing her cleavage, the glorious curve of her breasts snugly held by a matching gray cotton bra. 

“I guess recently I’ve started feeling the need for… well, for something again. I was looking for the right way to talk to you about it, to suggest that somehow we find a way to make time for each other again — you know, physically…”

The fire in her eyes as she made the suggestion that it was time to rekindle their passion, as she unfastened the last few buttons of her dress, removing it to reveal the sexy curves of her body, her smooth peachy skin, the naughty glimpse of her underwear, stoking things in Liam that hadn’t been stoked very often at all in the last year or so.

Standing to allow her dress to fall to the floor, she performed a slow turn for her husband, confirming that her panties were thongs. 

“I guess... it was a few weeks ago…” she said, flashing another nervous look as she returned to her seat. “I happened to pick up your Kindle instead of mine — and I mean, you never leave yours lying around, so I assumed it was mine. Just opened it and flicked it on…”

Liam feeling an acid flare-up in his stomach blooming into the heat of embarrassment, which crept through his chest and spread across his face. Knowing what his wife would find on his Kindle if she happened to glance through his library.

How could have been so careless as to leave it lying around the apartment? It had to have been when he’d been out taking Marmaduke for a walk, or when he’d made a brief visit to the grocery store over a weekend.

“I know, I know,” she said, the guilt clear in her faint flush. “I should have just switched it off the moment I knew it wasn’t mine. I just… well, I guess I was just curious what you’d been reading lately. You never tell me.”

She was running her hands over her body, not in any really purposeful way, but to distract from the hard truths she was revealing.

“I looked at your library, and… well, I was a little surprised,” she said, looking at him now with apologetic yet forgiving eyes. “I know, I know, we haven’t had sex for ages, so of course you’re gonna need some kind of release… still… I wasn’t expecting to see…”

Liam mentally opening his own Kindle, flicking it on, the rows and rows of bright little rectangles showing exactly what he’d been reading lately.

They’d always steered clear of each others’ Kindles. It was one of those un-said boundaries in their relationship in which they both respected each others’ privacy. 

Liam felt acute embarrassment to think that Victoria would have laid eyes on all those racy covers, with their images of half-naked women and frolicking couples. Even a glimpse or two of the kind of titles in his library would have suggested something of his secret desires.

Loving My Unfaithful Wife

Sharing His Wife

Cheating Wives and their Watching Husbands

Take My Wife

Watching Her from the Closet

My Wife’s First Threesome

Not exactly subtle — but then he’d been so confident Victoria would continue to keep to their boundaries. Or had he been subconsciously hoping she’d one day stumble upon his Kindle library?

Now she was reaching up and behind herself to unclip her bra, her breasts somehow startling as they were revealed, despite his familiarity. Something about their being on television in front of him, perhaps. So gloriously full, nipples so stiff.

“I downloaded some of those books onto my Kindle just to try to understand,” she said, gently fondling her chest, teasing her stiff buds. “To tell you the truth, I was kind of angry to start with, confused. I thought you might have a fantasy of sleeping with some other guy’s wife.”

She stood up, the position of the camera meaning the screen was filled with the sight of her sexy little panties, which Liam could see were soaking wet. It made him groan a little. 

His hard cock slipped through the fly in his boxers, it was only natural his fingers would find their way around it. 

On screen, Victoria seemed to hesitate, uncertain whether to remove her remaining item of clothing. Then she reached forward and grabbed the camera. The picture shivered and shook, then flickered to black for a moment.

When it returned, the scene had changed to the bathroom. Victoria had set up the camera pointed at the bath.

“I read a lot of those books,” she was smiling as she stooped to look into the camera. Her voice had the slight echo that went with being in the bathroom, all those tiles bouncing the sound around. “I guess it was strange to me — but the way those stories were all written, it became a little clearer to me that you probably weren’t fantasizing about other guys’ wives…”

He saw her jink her hips, thumbs slipping inside the waistband of her panties to slip them down her legs, revealing the full beauty of her body, the triangle of dark down lodged between her thighs.

She dropped them in the laundry basket, and then she was climbing into the bath, her deliciously rounded rear flashing before his eyes as she stepped into the large white tub. 

“I did some research on the Internet, too,” she said, slipping into the water, the bubbles covering her lower half. “I guess it’s not exactly an uncommon fantasy. “From what other women were saying, I started feeling better about it all. I still wasn’t sure what this fantasy actually meant — you know, what it might mean you wanted to happen in reality... Does that make sense?”

There was another flickering cut in the picture, and things seemed to jump ahead — she had wet hair now, her skin seemed a touch pinker as though she’d finished scrubbing. 

“I mean, you want me to sleep with other guys? Or is it just a fantasy?” she said, giving him the sense she’ d decided to cut a whole load of her monologue about his fantasy.

“I’ve been pretty good about keeping you in the dark — that I know all about this, that I’ve been reading your books. But it’s changed me already. Changed us, I guess.”

She was touching her breasts again, casually, gently cupping herself, squeezing her nipples.

“At work… well, I guess I started noticing other men a little — you know, how they look at me. I even started dressing a little more… well… suggestively… it made me feel kind of good. Kind of exciting to think that kind of thing might turn you on, too…”

She stood up in the tub now, and he could see she was gently rubbing her bush, feeling out the hair on her mound.

“It was so difficult trying to raise the subject with you, though. I can see why you haven’t been able to share it with me. Every night for the last… well, for a while… I’ve wanted to jump you each time I got home — but at the same time I didn’t want to freak you out.”

She reached for something. Liam didn’t quite see what it was.

“So this DVD… well, it’s my play. I want you to share your true desires with me, sweetie.”

She paused, and then she was squeezing something out from the can she was holding into her hand, and applying it to her body — to her lower abdomen. Her mound. Bright, white, foam. Shaving foam.

“You remember that dinner party, couple of weeks ago at the Wheelers’?” she said, and Liam almost stopped listening, he was so taken with the delicate way she applied the shaving foam over her pubic hair — over all of her pubic hair. “I had a few glasses of wine, and you were laughing about how tipsy I was getting…”

How could he possibly forget that dinner party? Victoria had surprised him with how much she had to drink, though the other three couples were also drinking quite a lot — the Wheelers being notorious for their wine cellar. He didn’t object at all — it was her choice, she wasn’t doing the driving that evening.

He’d thought she was being perfectly innocent, but her flirting with the other men, particularly during the latter stages when the other wives had been fairly inebriated themselves, had taken his breath away.

“I saw how I was turning you on,” she said, beaming so brightly as she now reached for her razor, and began stroking it over the top of her foam-covered bush. “You liked seeing me flirting with those guys. I could see it in your eyes — you were mentally undressing me and imagining me taking them right in front of you…”

She had to periodically bend to dip the razor in her bathwater, clearing it as she progressively removed the hair from above her pussy. 

Liam found himself suddenly wondering if she’d definitely filmed this part of her video message that morning. She didn’t seem to be in any rush, and yet that morning she had a plane to catch. She’d certainly had a full bush the last time he’d looked — that must have been after the Wheelers’ dinner party, their last moment of intimacy together, and perhaps the only one in the last few months.

“So after my little test — which you passed, by the way. God, you were so hard when we got home after that dinner party, I couldn’t believe how it affected you. I guess it affected me, too. To think I can flick your switch like that…”

Liam realized he could see that tiny bathroom window above the bath as he continued watching his wife taking away more and more of her down. Was she going to leave any kind of a landing strip? It didn’t look like it. The bathroom window showed that it was daytime, and it being winter, it meant she’d made this video during the day, when she’d normally be at work, or in the company of her husband if it was a weekend.

She had to have made this video on this very day, just before going to the airport for her flight to London. Must have timed it well, but it had to be from earlier that day.

“Anyway, after my test I was thinking what I could do for your birthday — something different, something really different.” Her eyes were positively blazing as she glanced directly at the camera for a moment, then went back to her shaving, pulling the skin taut here and there to get the shave close. 

“So I thought maybe we could talk about me fulfilling your fantasy some time,” she said, and Liam felt his stomach tighten, his breathing deepen.

Jesus. 

And there it was, the last little tuft of public hair above her pussy was gone. She wasn’t leaving any of it.

She dipped her razor in the bathwater once again, and now sat on the edge of the tub, opening her legs to shave around her pussy itself, where there was already very little hair.

“I guess my conference in Europe didn’t really come at a good time for your birthday, sweetie,” she said, “but it does give me the chance to do this for you — I’m starting the conversation, breaking the ice.”

Liam felt his whole body throbbing, pulsating with a strange kind of energy — blending rapturous joy with nervous tension, fizzing excitement with cool unease. He’d read about this before, of course, countless times now. He just never thought it would happen to him — always thought, knowing the woman he had married, that it would simply remain a secret fantasy for him.