Wives with Benefits: Volume Two (17 page)

The dress was fine - she decided on a small, short little summer dress that made her look sensational without appearing too formal.

“She wants to do dinner at her place,” she’d told me, and the thought that they would be in a private space, where they might be free for more than just kissing and the occasional stray hand, made my heart pump in my chest.

It was nothing compared to how I felt when Ana started dragging me around lingerie shelves, asking my opinion on what kind of underwear she ought to wear for her date.

“I think you might be a better judge than me,” I told her. “I mean, I can tell you what a guy would find sexy...”

“That’s fine,” she said.

The dress required something relatively subtle, and we soon discounted the idea of her going for overly elaborate lingerie. In the end, she went for a fairly simple white bra and matching g-string. Bright, summery, minimal coverage.

And that evening, when I watched her getting ready, she ultimately decided to go without the bra after all.

I was feeling pretty feverish as I watched her depart our driveway, wearing so little as she drove away in her little Miata. It was to be a long evening of waiting, hoping that everything was going well, that things were developing beyond dinner, that they were making progress beyond their achievements on the dance floor the other night.

I felt the strange conflict of desire, wanting to have my Ana back while at the same time hoping she would stay out longer and longer -- all night, if she could -- so that there would be time for the two of them to go all the way.

It got later and later, until the time came for me to call it quits and head to bed -- the fact that I was alone at such an hour initially proving too exciting for me to actually get off to sleep. Eventually, though, after working through the idea that Ana had to be sleeping with Ellie by now, I managed to drift off, still waiting for her.

7

In the morning, I was surprised to find her sitting at the kitchen table, quietly cutting up an apple for her breakfast, glass of juice already half-drunk, cereal bowl half-empty.

“What time did you get in?” I asked her.

“I don’t know. Eight?” she was wearing a blue and white striped t-shirt, and her glasses, which she hardly ever did these days. They were cute, gave her a touch of the geeky chic from our earliest dating.

She must have been fairly tired, to be wearing her glasses instead of contacts, but she appeared fresh as a daisy, and so hot after a night spent with another woman.

“You should have woken me,” I said, leaning over her shoulder to kiss her neck. She smelled freshly showered, and I felt a faint hint of disappointment that I couldn’t detect even the slightest perfume of another woman on her.

“Thought you deserved your sleep,” she smiled up at me, “how was your evening?”

I shrugged, “Not bad. Spent most of the time wondering what you guys were up to.”

Ana grinned, and took another bite of her cereal. I felt a flicker of excitement in my chest, because her grin was suggestive.

“Well, I suppose I should tell you,” she said.

“I suppose you should. You enjoy it?”

“Uh-huh.” She took a sip of juice. “It was very nice.”

“Nice.” I stroked her hair back out of her face and kissed her neck again, dwelling on the softness of her skin, wondering how far she’d gone with Ellie the previous night.

Ana closed her eyes and moaned contentedly as I kissed her neck, leaning her head back against my shoulder. She said, “We had a nice meal at her apartment, and then we watched a movie together.”

“And then?”

“And then...” she smiled as my hands found their way around to her breasts, to cup them, to fondle them, feeling her nipples stiffen through the thin cotton -- she hadn’t put on a bra to return home, then. “And then... we were kissing a little...”

She turned her head to kiss me, her hand curling around the back of my head. I moved down to kiss her neck again, my hands squeezing her breasts through her t-shirt.

I prompted, “Uh-huh?”

“It was... really nice... so soft, so sweet... I guess just a little different from kissing a man,” she said. “And with Ellie... there just wasn’t any pressure. I didn’t feel like I had to impress her...”

She moaned as I paid special attention to her stiff buds rubbing them between fingers and thumbs through the slightly rough cotton of her shirt.

“I could kiss her back... and it was so slow... and wonderful... I didn’t feel like I had to get to the bumping and grinding quick or I’d lose her interest.”

“That’s how you feel with me?” I chuckled, but now slipped the hem of her t-shirt up and over her breasts, to expose them and her dark little nipples, so exquisitely hard as I cupped her bare flesh. Down below, she was only wearing a pair of white panties. She must have been expecting something with me, then, not to bother with pants.

“No,” she smiled, “But usually when you start out dating a guy...”

“So she’s a good kisser, huh?”

“Uh-huh. We were just kissing for ages, I guess we could have done that all night.”

“But you didn’t just do that?”

I leaned over Ana’s shoulder and took one of her nipples in my mouth, drawing out a long groan as I did so.

“Mmm... she’s so beautiful,” she said. “I was touching her before I even realized it, my hands were just naturally wandering all over her. All over her body, her breasts. Under her shirt...Then she took off her jeans...”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, I was a little... I don’t know... nervous again, I guess.” She reached up to stroke my hair as I grazed my tongue against her nipple. “But it was okay. Kind of made me feel... I don’t know, liberated, I guess. Like I could do whatever I wanted with her, she was letting me.”

“So what happened?”

One of my hands now reached down over her smooth, flat stomach and found its way over the white cotton of her panties, between her thighs to where the heat was getting intense.

“We were just kissing for a while, but I could touch her, you know? Her breasts, her arms, her stomach, her thighs... I guess I was a little reluctant to get too personal, though... I never did this before. I never felt this way before like a woman...”

She moaned as I stroked her through her panties, finding her so wet already. Then a gasp as my hand found its way under the waistband of her underwear, to find the source of her wetness, a finger dipping into her soaking snatch.

“Oh...” she groaned, and then smiled as she remembered more of her evening. “I think she might have been getting a little frustrated after a while,” she said. “I mean, it was so nice, we were taking things so slowly, but I just couldn’t get to the next stage...”

“Imagine,” I stroked her soaking pussy, and her breathing was becoming soft panting, “you must have been like some poor virgin.”

“She grabbed my hands and pulled me up from the sofa,” Ana said, “had me stand there in front of her, between her thighs. Then she looked up at me and slipped the straps of my dress off over my shoulders.”

“Uh-huh?”

“And then she was peeling it off me,” she moaned, but then stood up, I guess wanting more from me. She turned to me, put her hands to my face, kissed me full on the mouth. It almost seemed grateful, appreciative that I had allowed her whatever experience she’d had with Ellie the previous night. As she kissed me, breathless, I reached down to slide her panties down over her behind, down her thighs.

“So you were naked?” I asked her.

“Practically. I had my g-string on. But she was kissing my stomach, and then between my breasts, and I was just letting her do whatever she wanted...”

I moved Ana back, not really having much of a plan, but she perched on the back of the sofa, kissing me again as my fingers found their way to her hot pussy. Her lips were so soft, so warm, so sweet. I could hardly believe they’d been kissing a woman the previous night, and someone as stunning as Ellie.

“She was running her hands all over my body,” she continued, “squeezing my butt, my breasts... and it was like every touch sent electricity shooting through my body...”

There was no point asking whether I had the same effect when I touched her -- after all these years married, it just wasn’t the same. But I didn’t feel jealous of Ellie. I felt aroused at the thought of her touching my wife, and pleased that my wife should have had such an experience with her.

I knelt, though I didn’t feel any need to prove myself, and parted her thighs as she sat on the edge of the couch. Stroked around her exquisite flower with my lips and my nose, breathing in the scent of her excitement.

“Then she was touching me between my legs,” she said, a little out of breath, and I could bet she’d been a little out of breath when Ellie had been touching her, kissing her stomach, slipping her fingers under the white g-string she’d worn that night, feeling this sopping wet pussy.

Ana moaned as I covered her slit with my mouth, tasting her tangy juices, pressing my mouth and nose against her sensitive folds.

“It was just like we were... you know, fooling around,” she panted. “It was nice... so nice... and just fun, nothing heavy... only she was so beautiful...”

Her hand curled around the back of my neck as I lapped at her pussy, and sucked on her lips.

“She made me come with her fingers...” she panted. “It took, like, no time at all... but then she was pulling down my underwear... and getting me to sit there on the couch... and she knelt in front of me...”

A gasp as I sucked on her clit.

“...And she was licking me, just like you are now...”

Inside, I was burning with arousal to know that Ellie had been doing this with Ana only hours before.

“How was it?” I asked, red-faced and sweaty, her juices covering my face.

“Amazing,” she said, looking down at me. So hot from this angle.

“Better than me, I’ll bet.”

“Just different,” she smiled. “I don’t know... a little more refined, I guess... but you make up with enthusiasm...”

I showed her a little more enthusiasm, and slid my fingers inside her as I sucked on her clit, and she was coming under me -- and I was certain she wasn’t simply faking to make me feel better.

I grinned, “I’m not upset, you know,” I said, rising to my feet to kiss her. “I’m pleased she’s good -- I’d want nothing less for you.”

“It’s different with you,” she said. “It’s... I don’t know... dirtier. Because you’re a man. You do it, and it’s like a brute force... satisfying, intense... I don’t know...but with her, it was like she knew every button to press, every place to stroke, she was wired directly to my head.”

“It wasn’t weird, then? That it was a woman...” I said.

Ana kissed me again, and still perched on the back of the sofa, pulled my boxer shorts down over my thighs to reveal my hard cock beneath. “No, it wasn’t,” she replied, grabbing hold of my hardness, bringing its tip up between her legs to touch the wetness of her pussy lips. “It’s like we’ve got beyond that. I don’t think of her as just a woman, someone who has somehow turned me bisexual. She’s just... Ellie. An incredibly beautiful young French woman, who just happens to have female... you know... parts...”

“It didn’t freak you out, that she did?”

She shook her head. I edged forward, and the tip of my cock slipped inside her wet groove.

“But you were reluctant, to touch her like she touched you?”

“I got over it eventually,” she grinned, and I thrust forward, making her groan as I filled her. “We just went so slowly... once we got another step forward, we just explored that stage for a while. Then we took another step forward...”

I held her hips and drove into her again and again, slowly, but firmly, and it seemed that I was itching a scratch she’d needed itching. She lay back, along the couch now, one foot hanging down so I could still enter her, seeming content that we were together again, proving our bond.

“Are you really okay with everything?” she asked me. “You’re not just hiding how you feel because you think I’m happy doing this?”

“Oh no,” I said. “I love that you’re doing this. She knows you’re telling me all this?”

Ana nodded. “She said she liked that I’d been telling you about everything that happened between us. That she wished her boyfriend back in France was as interested in her adventures.”

“He’s not then?”

“Seemingly not.”

“Bizarre. You tell her things about us?”

“Some things. I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it.”

“I don’t mind. If it involves her, why not?”

She smiled, “I can tell her you like to fuck me, knowing I’ve just been with her.”

“That’s true,” I said, and laughed. Ana slipped, and then slumped down on the sofa, so she was almost upside down, her head and shoulders on the seat, her hips propped up, her legs splayed and her open pussy right there in front of me. She was laughing, too, as I took advantage of her position to steal another taste of her delicious sex.

“You can tell her I love going down on you,” I said, “after knowing how naughty you’ve just been with her.”