Wives with Benefits: Volume One (5 page)

Victoria was actually entertaining the thought of sleeping with another man.

“Recently, though,” she said, “I’ve been thinking maybe this week in London is an opportunity for me — for us. We can try something, and if we don’t feel good about it, we can just forget about it. Leave it behind in London — like it never happened.”

His heart jumped a couple of beats. What was she talking about, ‘opportunity’? 

What was she thinking of doing in London?

“One of the guys I’m going to be meeting at the conference this week is… well, lets just say he’s always been very flirty with me,” she said, her words causing Liam’s ears to prick up, along with the hairs on the back of his neck.

“I guess so many guys are like that in this business, it’s kind of disgusting sometimes. But Michael’s always been okay. Maybe it’s just the accent, but even when he’s obviously hitting on me, he’s a complete gentleman.”

Michael.

“So after my new… change of attitude… toward flirting with other men recently… well, when I’ve spoken to him I’ve been a little more… responsive. And then this trip came up, and he’s been saying how much he’s been looking forward to seeing me…”

She was making the final few strokes with her razor now, and Liam noticed that while she’d been teasing her flesh this way and that for the benefit of a close shave, she was also apparently nudging her clit — touching herself.

Combined with the knowledge she was doing this just before dashing to the airport for her international flight, Liam suddenly got the brutal sense that he’d just been watching his wife shaving her pussy for Michael, whoever he was. Not for him.

“Then after that night at the Wheelers’, I found myself emailing Michael, and then we were sharing personal email addresses, and our messages were a little more than just business…”

Liam’s cock felt so hard in his hands, he couldn’t remember it being like this before, so proud, the blood vessels so prominent. Throbbing from the sound of Victoria talking about her adulterous thoughts.

All rinsed off, she was standing again, showing him her perfectly smooth, completely bare pussy. A pussy he couldn’t now have, not until she’d given it to someone else.

“You like it?” she smiled down at the camera. “Michael was saying how he likes American girls because they have shaved pussies.”

Oh God. 

Liam ran to the bathroom, the nausea so strong he almost lost his lunch. Thankfully, kneeling on the tiled floor, breathing deeply, the feeling cooled.

Yet he was still turned on, his erection was still full, straining in his boxer shorts. He couldn’t get the image out of his head: Victoria had just shaved her pussy, something she’d never done for him, and she’d done it for a guy in Europe she was now flying over to see. Michael. Her emails with another man had become so intimate, the guy had revealed his taste in a woman’s pubic hair.

Sitting there on the bathroom floor a moment or two, making absolutely sure his stomach wasn’t going to heave, his eyes fell on the laundry basket sitting beside the sink. The last person to open that basket would have been Victoria, dropping her wet panties in, just before she’d bathed and shaved her pussy.

She’d been wet, even before she’d taken her bath, just from the thought of making the DVD, of revealing her plans, potentially, to sleep with another man during her trip to Europe.

Liam opened the laundry basket, and the sight of her little gray thongs sitting there on top injected a pulse of white-hot energy through his chest. Somehow it confirmed what he’d seen on the DVD, made it real. Her panties from that morning. 

He picked them up, put them briefly to his nose, breathing in the unmistakable scent of her arousal. It prickled his senses, shot another electric charge through his chest.

Back out in the bedroom, he couldn’t help but return to the DVD, her panties still clutched in one hand. For a few moments, he just watched his wife shaving her pussy, rewinding the scene when it reached the end, smelling her dried come from her underwear as he took in the sight of her making her most intimate area all silky smooth for the benefit of another man’s hands, another man’s mouth, another man’s hard cock.

At last, he got past it. Had to see more. The video flickered, and the scene shifted — jump-cut — back to the bedroom, where the camera was now pointed to watch her standing, naked in front of the full-length mirror. 

“…I guess judging by all those books of yours, you’ll just see him as some kind of toy for me to use…”

She reached forward and picked something up from her dresser. Tiny, black, lace. A thong — she slipped one foot, then the other into it, pulled it up over her smooth thighs and into place, a little white trim here and there, a little white bow, adding to the sense of luxury. This was not underwear for business.

Victoria said: “You like the lace, sweetie? It was quite expensive, but I think it’s worth it. I think he’ll like it.”

Jesus. 

Next came the matching bra, her nipples so hard before she cupped them in the extravagant black lace, Liam knowing his wife was so very turned on by this idea that he would fantasize about her sleeping with another man.

When had she gone shopping for this outfit? 

Oh God, a suspender belt. She wrapped it around her waist, and for a brief moment he had no idea what it was. He’d never seen one before, outside of pornography. Seemed almost funny that they really existed, that Victoria had got hold of one somehow. Four black straps hanging down from it, giving the vague sense that she was going rock-climbing or performing acrobatics, and this was some kind of safety device.

A quick check in the mirror, and Liam watched his wife tucking the suspenders underneath her panties. He had a faint idea what that meant. She would be taking those panties off for someone, but leaving her stockings and suspenders in place. That was the plan.

Victoria didn’t seem fazed by it. She picked up a black nylon stocking, lifting a knee to slip it over her foot, then roll it up her divine leg, until the dark sheer fabric covered her up to mid-thigh, and was then topped by a thick band of lavish black lace. 

“I guess I never wore anything like this for you, sweetie,” she teased, as though reading his mind, predicting his response to watching this.

Hooking one suspender up to her stocking, then the one behind. A faint smile as she rolled the other stocking up her other leg, suggesting amusement at his surprise seeing her like this.

“All those books you like reading said how important it would be for me to wear something special,” she said. “You know, particularly for my first time with another man.”

Liam shivered, raised his wife’s panties to his face to breathe in her sexy scent. His cock was so unbelievably hard. 

“I guess I just never really thought about dressing up for sex with you — not since we were dating, anyway. I guess I just got a little too comfortable, it was just familiar, cozy.”

Hooking up the last suspender, she looked absolutely sensational. She turned as though she needed to in order to reach the last suspender, and showed him her superb derriere, framed in black, pert and round and poised for someone else’s hands, someone else’s penetration.

“Don’t get me wrong, it was always wonderful making love with you. But I guess there’s a reason you’ve been having sex fantasies, you know, reading those dirty books. We need to step it up a gear, right? Stop taking things for granted.”

Another twirl for the camera and her trembling husband. 

“Sweetie, I think I’m ready,” she said, looking directly into the camera, those blazing eyes of hers frankly terrifying. “I’ve thought about this long and hard, about your whole fantasy. I think I can actually do it.”

Oh God, Victoria. His demure, elegant, classy wife, looked like a very expensive call girl. And it wasn’t for his benefit — or at least, not exclusively.

“Like the view?” A seductive grin. “Can you imagine his hands all over me?” 

Next came jewelry. Little black earrings that he had given her for their fifth wedding anniversary. A black choker necklace went around her pale neck, giving her a slightly gothic look. It also gave off the kind of vibe that made Liam think of one of those black collars that submissives sometimes wore in BDSM scenes. She was, after all, submitting to another man.

“God, my stomach’s full of butterflies,” she said, brushing her long dark locks loosely with her hands, fluffing it out a little. “It makes me feel maybe I can’t handle this. I want to, but…”  

Lipstick. Thick, dark red, drawing attention to her full lips like she never did with lipstick before.

“You like it?” she smiled. “This’ll be how he’ll see me.”

A pose for the camera, her hands twirling her hair into a wavy, untied ponytail flowing down one side of her pretty face as she flaunted her incredible body, displayed so overtly for another man in seriously sexy black lace.

“You know that conference I went to couple weeks ago? Cleveland. Michael was there, too. I guess he’s at a lot of my conferences these days.”

Now she was putting a white shirt on, and Liam felt strangely light-headed. He thought it was because this was no longer her teasing her husband with underwear, this was Victoria dressing for work. Only she was leaving the sexy underwear on underneath.

You could see the faint hint of black lace through her white shirt.

“But after that conference we went out for a few drinks. I’m not sure you’d call it a date, but… well, I think he got the idea…”

The charcoal gray skirt she put on was barely long enough to cover the lace part of her stockings, though Victoria had the class to ensure it did.  

“He knows I’m married,” she said. “We even went dancing the last time. I felt him press against me.” 

Liam felt faintly nauseated again, and yet so intensely aroused.

“I know he has a big one,” her eyes flashing, devilish, straight at the camera, straight at her husband. “That’s something from your books, too, isn’t it?”

She laughed. “Why are men always so obsessed with size? I love your cock, honey, it’s probably one of the biggest I’ve ever had.”

Another laugh, such a wonderful sound. Lightening the whole conversation despite the powerful allusion to Victoria’s sexual history. He’d never been interested in her past before discovering this new fantasy of his. Now he wanted to know the kind of men she’d slept with before him, he was curious about the experiences that had shaped her before him. If they were now sharing his fantasies, maybe she’d tell him that kind of stuff some day.

A matching charcoal gray jacket made her look the consummate professional. The smart businesswoman, her saucy side completely hidden.

“So I guess this it is it, honey,” she said, taking a deep breath, a slight tremor in her hand before she swept it through her hair again, showing him that she was nervous about this, too. Perhaps as nervous as he was. “I hope you enjoyed this little video I made you. You know which flight I’m on, you can check its progress online. I guess then I’ll land, take a car to the hotel to drop off my case.”

She swallowed. Her nerves actually reassured him.

“Then I’m due to meet him for a few drinks at six…” 

Another look directly into camera. “I love you, honey. Remember that. This is all for you. I think it’ll be fun, but I wouldn’t do anything unless you wanted it.”

Liam felt suddenly very cold.

“You know the time difference to London, right? You know when I’ll be meeting him. You can text me any time to tell me to stop. Even if you just need more time…”

Time difference. 

“If I don’t hear from you, I guess I’ll assume you’re happy with this, you do want me to go for it. But send me a text even so, if you can.”

He looked at his watch. 

“Love you, honey. Let me know.” 

A last blown kiss, and the screen went black.

It was six o’clock. East Coast time. 

It would be 11 o’clock over there right now. Victoria would have had five hours with her new man, Michael. And if she was as desperate for his big, hard cock as she had portrayed on this DVD, there was no way it would take an interested guy five hours to get into her panties.

Liam fumbled for his own phone. God, would she think he didn’t care?

Then, holding it in his hands, he paused. Took a deep breath. Still trembling violently, but focussing on the inhale, the exhale, the calm. Victoria would know he’d only be able to watch the DVD once he got home from the office. She’d know how long it took to watch the whole thing. He hadn’t delayed, he hadn’t set it aside to watch later. There was no way she would do anything with Michael without giving her husband time to confirm his wishes one way or another.

Still, it was terrifying to think that she might have taken his lack of communication as tacit approval to cheat on him.

What did he really want now? That was the question. This was a strong fantasy of his, sure. She was right about that. Yet in every chat forum he’d ever visited to read about this subject, every blog he’d perused, and some of the better-crafted stories available tackling the art of sharing one’s wife, there was often the proviso that the reality was not always quite up to the fantasy.

The imagination is a powerful thing, and when it comes to sex, often reality can’t quite compete.