Wives with Benefits: Volume Two
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Authors: Max Sebastian
About the Author
Max Sebastian
is a thirty-something writer, author and occasional journalist who lives in London with his wife and two children. He has been writing erotica for more than 15 years, starting out at the website Literotica.com before joining the indie publishing revolution in late 2011.
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Also by Max Sebastian
Available via MaxSebastian.net
Novels
Anarchy of the Heart
Submitting to Her
Madeleine Wakes
Madeleine Plays
Madeleine Strays
What’s Mine is Yours
What’s Yours is Mine
She’s a Star
The Game
Novellas
My Wife, The Seductress
A Calculated Affair
Short Stories
Wives with Benefits: Volume One
Wives with Benefits: Volume Two
Wives with Benefits
Volume Two
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First digital edition electronically February 2016
This is a work of fiction, any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or events, organizations or locations, is purely coincidental. Reproduction in whole or in part of this publication without written consent is strictly prohibited, other than limited quotes for purposes of review.
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Contents
Introduction
I think in any short story collection you want to see a little variety and a perhaps a few surprises along the way, at least in part because — as I mentioned a year ago in the first volume of
Wives With Benefits
— the short story gives you the opportunity to experiment with ideas in a way the novel does not.
Sure, a novel is a fantastic platform to get plenty of ideas out there, but those ideas have to gel with each other and conform to the nature of the whole long story. With short stories each one can drive a single idea, give it a whirl and then stop when the idea has been realized. A good short story is like a fling or a one night stand compared to a novel, which requires a serious commitment on both the writer’s time and the reader’s attention.
So, here are five more one night stands for you, dear reader, in which you can try out a hot threesome, a bisexual wife, and a honeymoon that instantly challenges the defined monogamy of a conventional marriage. There’s also the occasional controversial idea thrown in — as if the idea of wives being free to pursue men outside their wedding vows isn’t controversial enough in this society — such as the desire of one couple to conceive a child through consensual infidelity.
The wife-sharing kink is so massively diverse when you get down to it, there are countless ways in which it might manifest itself within either fantasy or reality, and countless angles from which it can be explored in fiction. Some people take the kink to frighteningly extremist lengths, while others who might not be considered ‘extreme’ still have very different tastes in how they appreciate the concept of the liberated, insatiable wife, from others enjoying the same field.
I’d say the common thread within most of my writing, and in these stories here, is the way the fantasy emerges and becomes reality for the couples concerned — mainly because that appears to be my interest as a writer at this particular stage of my life. I also tend to favor husbands that delight in what their wives get up to, and have the confidence and desire to allow their wives fairly free rein with how they take forward their consensual infidelity. That’s not to say I won’t experiment in future with other kinds of husband character. I certainly have critics who want me to conform to their idea of a husband who controls the whole situation and treats the wife as a mere component of the male-led wife-sharing fantasy. I just happen to find strong female characters fascinating, and enjoy exploring where their complexities might lead.
I’ve always believed there is no "correct" way to write fiction, erotic fiction or wife-sharing erotic fiction. There’s just certain conventions that seem to work. Short stories allow a little more experimentation with the sub-genre, but the bottom line for me as a writer — and thankfully for many as readers — is simply whether the story captures your interest and gets you a little hot under the collar.
So as ever, I hope you enjoy these stories, dear reader, and though they might not provide the commitment and longevity of a novel, or the precise run-down of the wife-sharing fantasy as appears in your head, I hope you will find something within them to get the imagination fired up.
Max Sebastian,
London, February 2016
Penance
We’d been drinking. We’d all been drinking. It was just like how things were in our last year of college, only here we were, all grown up and independent. Even so, I blame Rico for what happened.
I didn’t see him much these days, but in the beginning we were like brothers. When I first started dating Isla in college, we were roommates, so my then-girlfriend was accustomed to having him around. Even after we all graduated, Rico and I ended up getting a place together for nearly two years, before it came time for me to move in with Isla.
After that, though, Rico ended up taking his coding skills out to Silicon Valley — the logical place for him, really — so I didn’t see him more than a handful of times in the past five, six years. And this last time, I hadn’t seen him for more than two years.
So, here he was back in Chicago, trying to raise money for a start-up his little group of coding geniuses were putting together. Isla was actually delighted, even if she wasn’t particularly fussed about most of my friends, having Rico around seemed to transport us back to the carefree days of college and our early dating.
He had a room in the W hotel, and Rico being Rico wanted to plan some kind of party for all the people we knew from college still in the Chicago area. Turned out there was a surprisingly small number of those, and those that were around were no longer willing to party with Rico, it seemed.
I myself had to make a conference call with the West Coast the evening Rico got in, and he was horrified that he might have to spend the evening alone — but Isla volunteered to take him out to a restaurant, and maybe a few bars. The plan was for me to join them once I finally got out from work.
I don’t know, it was kind of nice knowing Rico was around again. He had that kind of permanent air of having fun, and it really rubbed off on people. While I was trying to pitch our legal services to an electric car manufacturer based out in southern California that evening, I was looking forward to heading out to catch up with Rico and Isla.
As soon as the call was done, I grabbed my jacket and ran out of our building, hailing a taxi to get me to O’Shaunnessey’s Irish pub as soon as was humanly possible. I didn’t want to waste a moment of Rico being in town.
In the pub, there he was, arm slung around Isla’s shoulders, recounting some story to a few people I’d never seen before. His short-cropped hair was as black as ever, his eyes dark yet full of life, his skin lightly tan and glowing with confidence, his frame as tall and athletic as it had been in college. Rico had defied the ravages of time in the 12 years I’d known him.
“Hey, here he is!”
Isla was clearly having a great time, smiling ear-to-ear, laughing, her cheeks a little flushed from alcohol. She was wearing a simple gray blouse and a long black skirt, the kind of thing she normally wore at work. But with Rico there, she seemed just like the girl I’d met in college, her blue eyes twinkling, her strawberry-blonde hair tied back loosely, with many strands straying. It’s funny how you regress when you get together with people from your past, huh.
“Hey!”
Rico dragged Isla away from his little group of admirers, and I felt better that I didn’t recognize any of them — they weren’t from college, they were just locals Rico had been chatting with before Isla had turned up.
“Rico’s been telling me your secrets from college,” she said as we ordered drinks from the bar.
“You know you can’t trust a word he says,” I warned her. I ordered a couple of chasers to go with my beer, feeling the need to catch up with these guys. “What you been telling her, dude? I thought we were under the bro code.”
He laughed and slapped me on the shoulder. “She told me you guys didn’t have any secrets from each other.”
“We don’t,” I insisted.
“So what’s all this I hear about the two of you going out with the same girl back in college? And it wasn’t just one time, either.”
I glared at Rico, but it was hard to actively dislike him.
“Hey, I never asked about the guys you dated before me,” I said.
“You wanna know?”
Hmm. Strangely, I felt a little flutter of my heart at that, and perhaps a faint throbbing between my legs. Not the way I’d felt about the subject when I’d first started going out with Isla, I can tell you. Back then I liked to imagine she’d been somewhat pure.
We found ourselves a booth toward the rear of the pub, and Rico was saying mildly reassuring things like, “Hey, everyone did it back then, right Will?”
But I was insisting that it hadn’t happened a lot, and the booze was fueling the whole discussion.
“So how did you guys decide which one of you was going to see her when?” Isla wanted to know.
