Wives with Benefits: Volume Two (26 page)

He stooped to kiss one of her breasts, his hands cupping them as he took one of her stiff nipples in his mouth. Nina looked over at me, feeling a touch self-conscious, a touch uncertain, sharing silent questions with me: Isn’t this wild? I can’t believe this is happening, Are you really okay with this? Are you seriously enjoying watching this?

I saw her hand close around his cock, stroking him as he turned his attention to her other breast. His hands swept over her body, enjoying her curves, and then fixed on the waistband of her little white panties and began to slowly slide them off over her hips.

Again, Nina glanced at me, but this time there was less uncertainty in her eyes, and more lust. She appeared thankful to me, but her focus was turning toward the pleasure represented by Julio. She stepped out of her underwear, and both her hands were fondling the big man’s hard cock.

To me it was shocking: my wife naked with another man, giving herself to him. But I sat back, attempting deep breaths to keep the panic at bay. Nina looked over at me one more time, playfully biting her lip as she pumped him, the message in her eyes bitingly clear: I’m going to fuck him.

My wife sat back on the edge of the bed, then lay back, her thighs parted, pulling Julio down onto her. He rested himself on her for a moment, and I knew that his manhood was touching against her sex.

But he wasn’t entering her just yet. I watched him slide slowly down her body, kissing her stomach, kneeling beside the bed, pushing her thighs further apart. His mouth covered her pussy, and Nina flinched at the sudden contact, before laying back across the bed, letting him do as he wished.

He was rougher than I would be, less subtle. He ate her like a starving man thrown the most delicious banquet. Nina’s nipples seemed to attest to her pleasure, however, so stiff as they pointed aloft from her sweet breasts.

She sighed and turned her head to me, looking at me as though I was the one between her thighs. She leisurely fondled one of her breasts as he licked at her pussy, her breathing deepening until her chest was heaving.

Watching her, I couldn’t help but stroke the hardness in my pants, but Nina encouraged me with a smile and a knowing look to release it, to show her exactly how I was responding to this bizarre sight of her cheating on me right in front of my eyes.

Julio pulled up now — he wasn’t here to take her to the end with his mouth.

Oh, Jesus.

He was reaching for a condom from the bedside table. Tearing open the packet, bringing the little round thing to the tip of his huge cock.

Rolling it down his shaft, stretching the latex.

Lining that enormous thing up between my wife’s thighs.

Touching the tip to her open, willing flower.

My wife looked up at her new lover and groaned deep and long as he slipped the tip of his cock into her intimate place — and kept on moving, easing it slowly into her, half-inch by half-inch.

I held my breath. This was the moment, the moment that could not be undone. My wife was now, without any doubts about definitions, an adulteress. And still Julio was moving into her, filling her, stretching her. I could hardly believe how much of that thing she could take inside her.

“Oh God…” she gasped, as Julio held himself there for a moment, still, letting her adjust to the new sensation of being quite so full.

Letting me adjust to the new sensation of watching another man’s huge cock fill my wife.

Then he began to move, stirring very gently at first, Nina’s whole body rocking slowly back and forth as he took her. She opened her mouth and gasped for breath, and her upper chest was already flushing, her cheeks already pink.

She was panting, and it had hardly even started.

Panting, and then coming.

Jesus, she was never this quick with me. She had to be completely fired up by this experience, her body quivering and shaking as she cried out, Julio pulling out almost his whole length before gliding back into her now, and if I craned my neck I could just about see it, the thin sheath covering his shaft shining with my wife’s wetness.

“You like that, huh?” he smiled broadly as he picked himself up, and Nina made way for him to lie down on the bed on his back.

“Uh-huh,” she said, breathless, turning on her side to greet him with an affectionate hand running down his chest to touch his sheathed cock as though she couldn’t quite believe it was real and needed to confirm.

“You want more?”

“Uh-huh.”

She climbed onto him, facing away from me, though giving me a superb view as she reached between her legs and eased him back inside her. Now she was fucking him, moving her hips, her stomach undulating as though she was a belly dancer performing for her sultan.

I watched her taking that great thing inside her, transfixed. Was I envious of him, that he could pleasure her like this, give her a truly incredible experience? Maybe a little. And yet a kind of magnanimous feeling overwhelmed that envy: I might not compare to this titan in the sack, but I could give my wife this kind of experience. I could be with her as she playfully lusted after men around us. I could take pleasure from her imagining me to be someone else as we made love. I could let her sleep with another man and experience arousal from her excitement and satisfaction.

I couldn’t be everything a woman wanted in bed — but I could open the door for her to get it. And few other husbands would be willing to do that.

I moved around the bed to the chair by the windows, to see her fucking him from the side. I wanted to see her face as she rode him, catch the pleasure imprinted in her closed eyes, her open mouth, her flushed cheeks, as she worked her hips over his loins.

Oh, how wrong it felt — this was our honeymoon, and my new bride was bouncing up and down on another man’s hard cock. But that only made it a stronger buzz.

My wife turned around on him, riding him while facing away from his head, and as I took up my place on the sofa again, at the foot of the bed, I could see his cock thrusting into her and also her face, her jiggling breasts — and periodically Nina could open her eyes and gaze at me as though she was making love to me, rather than the toy she had lying beneath her on the mattress.

The scent of their sex was heavy in the air, spicy, intoxicating.

After a while, Julio was up and on his knees, pushing Nina forward onto all fours, taking her from behind as she continued to face me. He held her waist and rammed into her, her whole body juddering with each thrust.

Nina looked at me and smiled, thankful and blissed out, but now flicked her head with a come hither look. I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant at first — but then she was looking at the hard cock in my hands, and licking her lips like a hungry kitty.

I moved to the bed and gave her what she wanted. She took it in her hands, stroking me before starting to kiss my shaft — as best she could, given the forceful rocking of her body.

Julio was really working her over, now reaching forward to clutch at her breasts, now pushing back to grab her buttocks in both hands, his hips poisoning as he hammered into her.

Panting and gasping and moaning and crying, she could do little for me but cling onto the tip of my cock with her lips, with me holding her hair out of her face, enjoying her touch though most of her attention was on the man fucking her so hard from behind.

She came again, I was sure of it, though mainly from the sounds she made and the sudden look of astonishment in her eyes. But then a few moments later Julio was grunting himself, and his thrusting slowed, stuttered.

Nina pulled away from him, then turned on the bed, lay on her back sideways to Julio, reaching for his cock, tearing the condom from his length, taking him in her hands, showing him what she needed.

Julio finished himself off with a couple of fingers, his thick, white cream pumping out all over my wife’s breasts, her stomach, her neck.

I was just stunned.

She licked him a little, cleaning him as she recovered her breath, her mouth stretching into a broad grin at the wickedness of it all.

“Damn, you are the hottest thing,” Julio chuckled as he allowed her a few last moments with his great length, brushing it over her face, her breasts, indulging in the real strangeness of this strange cock, in the rarity of getting time with someone else’s.

“Are you still with me, honey?” Nina said, only half-joking.

“Of course,” I said, watching Julio lie back, a spent force, and taking in the streaks of white cream over my wife’s delectable body.

Her eyes latched onto my own hard cock, and there was hunger in them, even now.

I knelt before her, one hand slipping under her head, the other awkwardly finding a place on her arm — hard to find somewhere within reach that wasn’t sticky from Julio’s release. I kissed her, slow and deep, tasting the sweetness of her lips and the odd unfamiliarity from her being with another man. Breathing in the strong scent of sex and perspiration and of her new lover, his cologne, his sweat, his come.

Nina moaned softly as we kissed, her hands sliding up to gently rub Julio’s come into her skin — over her breasts, around her stomach, up to her neck.

We heard Julio say, “I’m gonna hit the shower…”

And we felt his movement on the mattress as he climbed off the bed, felt his absence as he disappeared into the bathroom.

I lay with Nina on the bed, kissing her neck, breathing in that strange smell, the smell of a used woman, the smell of a naughty wife, the smell of infidelity.

“You don’t want to wait until he’s out of the shower?”

“Uh-uh.”

Nina giggled as my hand crept over her breasts. I was no longer worried about the slight stickiness on her skin, it didn’t really bother me. In fact, if anything it only stirred up the excitement because it was evidence of my wife’s adventure.

“Take off your clothes at least,” Nina said, beaming.

She liked having the attention of two men in one night, she liked them worshipping her body. And it seemed she liked how her husband craved her after she’d just been with another man.

I somehow tore myself away from her, to climb off the bed and give her a little show of stripping off.

She was grinning at how hard my cock stayed throughout, and to be honest it was a little surprising — I was no sprightly 17-year-old. I was just turned on like never before.

I knelt on the bed and Nina was up on all fours, keen to examine my hardness for herself. She kissed around it a while, her hands eventually moving up to touch it, stroke it, wonder at it. This cock she’d become so familiar with over the years of our relationship, now seemed slightly different because the context had changed.

Nina could have other cocks, but only this one belonged to the man she loved.

I think she was probably a touch astounded that a guy could be turned on by watching his wife having sex with someone else — astounded and delighted.

She moaned as she took me in her mouth. I stroked her hair and kept it out of her face, and she bobbed down on me. It felt exquisite. She’d always been good, but if it was possible, she was even better now. She was passionate, forceful, yet affectionate. She handled me as though my hardness was something to be venerated, she would pull back to gaze upon it, then explore it with her licks and kisses as though it was something she hadn’t enjoyed for many moons.

She took more of me into her mouth than I remembered her doing before — and took more pleasure from it, it seemed.

And she’d look up to flash me heart-warming smiles of love and affection.

I guess she had to reconnect with me as much as I needed to reconnect with her after being with Julio.

I urged her up, so that I could kiss her mouth, and she was all smiles. When had she last been this happy?

“So you’re okay?” she murmured between kisses.

“Uh-huh,” I said, stooping to take one of her stiff nipples in my mouth.

“So what happens now?”

“It’s getting late… I guess eventually we’ll need some sleep…”

“No, I mean in the future,” she said. As I sucked on her nipple, the smell of her sex, and of her previous lover, wafted up to me as though her hot body was creating some kind of an updraft.

“The future?”

“You’ve lived out your fantasy, haven’t you?” she asked.

“I guess I have.”

She laughed. “I never knew. I thought you liked me checking out other guys because it made me horny, because I’d want to have sex with you pretty damn quick. Not because you wanted me to sleep with other guys.”

I was kissing my way over her breasts, tasting that strange flavor on her skin.

“Did it live up to the fantasy?” she asked.

“I think so.”

It was hard to judge really. The imagination creates perfect scenarios, which are hard to live up to, but then when reality came along it just provided so much more detail — and so much more feeling — that it was both harder to deal with and more rewarding to experience.

“You feel like we’ve done it now, though,” she said. She was sitting now, her hips sliding forward a little as I sucked on her breasts, her nipples. She wanted me inside her.