Wives with Benefits: Volume Two (20 page)

I was fizzing all over, I couldn’t help but think what the most obvious use of a bedroom was, when it wasn’t time for sleeping. But I couldn’t imagine what Ana was planning.

There by the bed, she drew me in for a kiss, and for a brief moment as my arm slipped easily around my wife’s waist, I felt a little awkward with Ellie there, still holding my hand. Only, then Ellie joined our embrace, her arm slipping around me, and around Ana -- and then right there inches away from me, Ana turned to kiss the young French woman.

“What are you doing?” I whispered into her ear.

She turned to me and smiled, “Just enjoy yourself,” she replied quietly, then turned to present her back to me -- and a clear request to help her unzip her dress.

Totally awestruck, I did as she wanted, and she drew the soft material up her thighs and her stomach to reveal a gray lace thong, then over her chest to expose her matching bra, and that incredible gym-assisted figure of hers.

It just seemed like some kind of a dream. I was standing there kissing my beautiful wife, and she was in nothing but her underwear, and the exquisite Ellie was standing right there next to us. Then she turned her back to me, offering me the zip on her dress, and I was just stunned.

Ana grinned, and gave a little nod to silently tell me our guest was waiting for me to oblige. As I drew that little black zip down her dress, exposing her smooth, creamy skin and the gorgeous curve of her lower back, Ana stepped in front of her, and the two women embraced, their lips coming together in a sensual, passionate kiss, Ellie’s hands swarming all over my wife’s near-naked form, while Ana’s helped me to slip Ellie’s dress off her shoulders, and down her elfin frame.

I wasn’t quite sure how far Ana was planning on taking all this, I wasn’t sure whether I was simply supposed to be assisting them somehow, keeping away from Ellie myself. Standing there unsure of myself, I stroked the French girl’s long brown hair back out of her face, back over her shoulders, and found myself gently kissing her neck without even really meaning to -- it was just something that always came naturally if ever Ana and I had been in a similar position.

I glanced at Ana as I realized what I was doing, frightened that she would be angry at me, jealous. But she smiled, and gave another little nod of encouragement, giving me her silent blessing to share in the incredible beauty that now stood between us.

For a few moments I just watched them as they pressed together, sucking on each other’s lips, their tongues slipping into each other’s mouths, their hands sweeping over each other’s smooth skin and shapely curves. I kissed Ellie’s shoulders gently, and then made my way down her back, past the strap of her white lacy bra, and down her lower back, crouching to peel down her black nylon pantyhose and expose her white lacy thong.

Breathing in her perfume, and with my wife’s fragrance in the mix, I felt as though I were on fire.

Then the two of them turned, arm in arm, and Ana was pointing me to our armchair, a clear direction on her face: sit, boy.

I laughed, not minding being treated like some ravenous dog on this occasion. I stood up and received a brief little kiss from Ellie, and then another from Ana. And I took my place, willingly, in the chair.

“Comfortable?” Ana smiled.

“Very,” I replied.

The two women turned to each other, and dropped down to perch on the edge of our sofa, before coming together for a sensual kiss of the mouths. They sank further into the couch as they kissed, with Ellie closer to me and offering me a view of her behind, Ana further away though facing me as she sucked on the French girl’s face, her hands roaming all over her body. The two of them seemed so perfect together, their chemistry so compatible and so effervescent.

Ana kissed Ellie’s neck and slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulder, and soon my wife was leaning down to take one of Ellie’s nipples into her mouth, making the French girl moan and then laugh as she sucked on the sensitive little bud.

Ellie turned, and I could see her magnificent bare breasts, her rosy nipples so stiff as Ana now moved down between her legs, kissing her way down her stomach. I caught my breath as Ana relocated down onto the floor, kneeling between the French girl’s thighs, and now as Ellie’s hand gently stroked my wife’s head, Ana was kissing her way down around Ellie’s panties, slipping the little scrap of white lace off over her thighs and away.

And I watched as my formerly straight-laced, relatively tame and geeky professor of a wife began lapping at this gorgeous brunette’s sweet pussy, making her close her eyes and gasp for air, her hands massaging her own breasts as Ana pushed her face against Ellie’s sex.

This wasn’t watching from some upstairs window through the front windshield of a truck — I could see everything, in perfect technicolor. I couldn’t believe how hot it was watching my wife going down on another woman right in front of me. She was bold, she was sexy, she was as into it as though she’d been dating women all her life, feasting on the pretty brunette, hungry for her, taking her fill.

She flicked her tongue around Ellie’s clit, and slipped a couple of fingers inside her, and there she was working the French beauty, giving Ellie a real ride toward the first minor climax of the evening, the young woman writhing and panting and gasping as she came on my Ana’s face.

But the show wasn’t over with Ellie’s orgasm. Ana moved up onto the couch again, and the two of them were kissing some more, Ellie reaching around to slip the catch on my wife’s bra and free her small, pert breasts and her dusky, stiff little nipples. And I watched the French girl sliding down to reciprocate, Ana leaning back to moan and sigh as Ellie unleashed her expert tongue on her intimate area, tasting her, penetrating her, making her squirm.

I might have been detached from the action, but seeing Ana like this, experiencing such unbridled pleasure, was reward in and of itself. I didn’t feel threatened or jealous, I could feel as though I was granting her this pleasure, because I was supporting her relationship with Ellie, and at the same time I could remain merely an observer, seeing her from a perspective I never could when I was the one giving her pleasure.

Such an incredible sight, and now I was fighting the temptation to open my fly and retrieve the hardness from my pants, to touch myself as I watched them. I was still a little too self-conscious to do so in the presence of someone outside our marriage, so I was merely pressing my hand against my stiff shaft through my pants as I watched Ellie taking Ana to her own shuddering climax.

Oh, I’d seen enough pornography in my time -- which man hasn’t in this day and age, with naked antics so freely available via the Internet. But there was nothing I’d ever seen to compare to the sensational experience of watching my wife come so forcefully from the touch of another woman, from another woman’s mouth between her thighs.

Breathing deeply, Ana flushed, and then bucked uncontrollably as the climax hit her. And as she cried out as the powerful sensations swamped her system, she opened her eyes wide -- and her gaze connected with mine. It made me feel that it was partly me making her feel like this, and certainly made me feel how appreciative she was for me allowing her this sexual freedom.

With the scent of sex now heavy in the air -- from two beautiful women, no less -- I had to be careful not to come myself, without even any direct contact with my manhood.

Finished with my wife, Ellie rose to her feet leaving her lying there on the couch, recovering her breath. The beautiful French girl turned and walked the few steps over to me, offering me a scintillating full frontal view of her delectable body as she came, not at all bashful with her nudity, shocking me with her toned physique, her full breasts, the little triangle of soft dark hair on her mound.

I had to glance over at Ana, a little cautious about Ellie’s approach, and how my wife might take it. But Ana was watching intently, and now giving me a suggestive grin.

Ellie reached out to seek my hands, which I gave her since Ana appeared happy enough. She pulled me up out of the chair toward her, and I found myself trembling a little, to be touching her soft hands, to be so close to her naked body, to be breathing in her sweet scent laced with the dark aroma of female arousal.

She leaned up to me and touched her soft lips against mine, and then we were kissing, and I could taste my wife’s pussy on her lips. It felt so strange, kissing this woman who was not my Ana -- the first woman I’d kissed in years. Ellie smiled at my obvious surprise, and began unfastening the buttons on my shirt.

Again, I glanced over to Ana, and she was lying back against the sofa, apparently enjoying the sight of this nymph with her mouth to mine, peeling off my shirt and then my pants, not stopping until I was as naked as they were, my stiff cock standing upright before me, red, swollen, unbelievably aroused.

Ellie took my hand again and led me back over to the sofa, where Ana made room for me to sit, and for Ellie to sidle up to me on the opposite side to Ana.

I turned my head to Ana, and she kissed me briefly, offering me a sample of her own lips, flavored so recently by Ellie’s own sex. But then she made way for the French girl to resume sucking on my face, while Ana herself dropped to my lap to take my hardness in her mouth.

I had a difficult time controlling myself -- it had been tough enough keeping myself from coming simply watching the two of them. Now Ana moved over to let Ellie take the tip of my cock in her mouth -- the two of them were focusing their efforts on me, and I was in danger of exploding.

I broke away from Ana’s kiss, said: “You’re not jealous?”

She smiled, shrugged. “I love you,” she said. “I trust you. I want you to see for yourself what you gave me -- and I want her to see what I have in you.”

I caressed Ana’s smooth skin as she kissed me, and as Ellie bobbed her head on my shaft, her silky hair splayed all over my lap. Ana moved down to lick my shaft even as Ellie still had my tip in her mouth, and as the two of them shared duties using their lips and tongues on me, I found I could just about reach Ana’s pussy with the tips of my fingers on one hand.

I had to concentrate on breathing, on relaxing, on somehow slowing my pace as I felt two tongues flickering over the sensitive head of my cock, two pairs of lips kissing my shaft, two mouths alternating in taking me inside. Slow down my breathing, slow down my reactions to the incredible stimulus.

I looked down, and saw the two of them kissing each other, somehow around my cock, so there were three people in on the kiss.

Ana pulled back slightly, then whispered in Ellie’s ear loud enough for me to hear: “I want you to fuck him.”

My wife moved aside so that the beautiful French girl could climb onto me, straddling my thighs, and position the tip of my cock to her open pussy.

“Wait, wait,” I said, suddenly aware of my Ana’s pregnancy, and just what could happen if we were careless here.

“It’s okay, my love,” Ana almost purred in my ear. “She’s safe. She’s safe.”

Ellie pushed forward, and I was inside her, the top half of my cock engulfed by the tight heat of her pussy. She moaned, closing her eyes as she pushed down further, taking my length deep inside her.

Ana watched as her friend buried my cock within her and began to move on it. She kissed me, reassuring me she was loving every minute of this, then she knelt up to engage with Ellie again, sucking her lips and playing with her breasts while the French girl bounced on my cock.

Was Ellie a new toy for Ana and I to play with? Or was I a toy for Ellie and Ana to play with? I could look at our little triangle and picture it both ways.

“What happened to your boyfriend in France?” I asked Ellie, whose breasts were jiggling now as her pace on my cock accelerated.

She smiled. “He... found... another... woman... too...”

Ana was reaching between Ellie’s thighs, stroking her clit while she continued to fuck me. I wondered how long it had been since she had been with a man. Months, possibly, if she’d remained true to her deal with her boyfriend before they’d split.

I reached up to hold her breasts now, and Ellie was in the home stretch, riding me home like a race horse. I have no idea how I withstood the onslaught, but I felt the need to hold myself back for my Ana. There would be plenty of opportunity later that night for me to finish inside the pretty French girl. For now, Ellie’s body convulsed in orgasm, and I was able to hold back, turn my mind into a blank slate, and calm down a little before Ana took Ellie’s place.

Then it was Ana’s turn to ride me, with Ellie in the support role, kissing her, stroking her, fondling her breasts, watching with the same curiosity and arousal my wife had just been, as we moved together.

As Ana rode me, she urged me to turn a little, so I could lay down on my back along the sofa, without ever losing contact between my hardness and my wife’s pussy. Only now, I had Ellie lifting a knee over my head, and gently touching her soaking pussy down over my willing mouth.

I was on a short fuse by then, but had just enough left in my tank to enjoy the intense flavor of our new French friend’s pussy.

Then my own monumental climax was building, and not only did I feel my wife responding to it by shifting into higher gear, but Ellie began to grind herself down on my eager mouth with more fury.

When it hit me, it seemed to hit all of us, a tsunami overwhelming us, knocking us over, leaving us helpless in its wake. I’ve never felt such a thing before in my life. The earth truly rocked -- and it left us lying stretched out on the sofa, desperately gasping for breath, crying out, laughing, shouting.