Wives with Benefits: Volume Two (3 page)

Isla kicked off her shoes and sat on the sofa. She said, “It’s really very small — not enough room for two people, I’d say.”

“I’ll be okay,” I said, heading to the window to check out Rico’s view. We were on the 22nd floor, it was pretty good.

Rico handed me a drink, then Isla. Then he took off his shirt, and said, “Can you guys just decide where you want to sleep?”

Rico had always been quite proud of his physique, and I could see that he hadn’t let his gym attendance slip since college. I guess I had been slightly envious of him when we were back in college, seeing girls together. The women did like his well-defined chest.

But now, it was strangely exciting to me that Isla apparently couldn’t keep her eyes off it.

“Oh, we’ve decided,” she said now, almost purring as our friend sat on the sofa with her, stretching one arm out along its back, behind her shoulders.

“Uh-huh?” I said.

“Well, I mean it’s no big deal, right?” she said, leaning toward Rico. “You guys’ve shared plenty of girls before.”

It was true enough, we had shared plenty of women. But that was a long time ago, in college, and I felt differently back then. And the woman in question now was my wife. Back in college, I’d never found the actual fact that I was sharing someone with Rico as the exciting part of the deal. It was the sex with a hot girl that was the important thing — I didn’t care that Rico was getting to have her to. There’d always been enough to go round.

Now, though, was different. It was my wife, and the fact that I might share her with Rico was a huge part of the thrill to me. The fact that she might be so wicked as to sleep with another man while we were married. Maybe even in front of me. It was the biggest turn-on I could remember.

“It’s no big deal,” I said, wondering if the others could hear my heart pounding against the wall of my chest.

The way Rico was looking at Isla right now, I think it was the first time I genuinely saw him desiring my wife. He just couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

“I can sleep with him, because you slept with Mary Parker,” Isla declared.

I found myself a seat over by the little table in the corner. “I guess so,” I said.

I think the drink had loosened the boundaries between all three of us. We all seemed to feel so relaxed about everything.

Rico, though, said to me, “You’re sure about this?”

I nodded, then said to Isla, “You’ll forgive me all past transgressions?”

“Sure,” she said, her hands clasped in her lap. Suddenly, she appeared a trifle nervous. Are we really going to do this? Her eyes were asking me, but her resolute mouth was declaring that we were going to do this.

Isla turned to Rico, and I saw his arm slip down, and around her waist. My hard cock throbbed inside my pants as I sat there watching. Watching my wife tilt her head as she leaned into him, hearing her breathing deepen as she went in for a kiss.

After a few moments, their kiss broke up, and the two of them looked across at me. Isla flashed defiance at me, but it almost immediately melted into what appeared to be concern that she might actually be hurting me.

I said to her quietly, but firmly, “Come here for a minute.”

Isla rose to her feet, and did as I asked. I don’t think she really knew what was going to happen, but her assumption was that I’d stop all this, tell her enough was enough, that maybe Rico could sleep on the sofa bed and we would take the main bed.

But she stepped up to me, and I said, “You sleep naked, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So let’s get those clothes off you.”

She was startled, but didn’t want to stop me. Curious about where exactly this was going. I reached for her skirt, and her hands remained by her side, still, as I fumbled with the zip then drew her skirt down and off her body.

Rico sipped his drink and watched. Isla was wearing a black thong — plain, but it looked seriously good on her. I shocked her by removing it next, leaving her bare from the waist down, exposing to me her sweet pussy and the tidy little patch of red down over her mound, and to Rico her cute behind.

I shocked her, but again she was trying to hide it. She didn’t want to seem like some kind of naive innocent, she wanted to be our equal at the very least.

“Kneel down,” I said.

She did so, and now I reached forward to peel her blouse off her, revealing a black bra that had matched her thong. Her bra didn’t last long, either.

“Used to be able to do this one-handed in college,” I said, fumbling with the catch on her bra.

Isla giggled at that, perhaps a little nervously.

Off came her bra. Her nipples were hard, prominent on her small but pert breasts.

“Okay,” I said, “You’re ready.”

I flicked my eyes over toward Rico as a signal for her to return to him. There was a glimpse of a question in her eyes for a moment — asking me finally, once and for all, are you serious about this?

Then she turned, and stepped back toward him, giving him a full frontal show in the process. She knelt down in front of Rico, between his legs, showing me that she was taking charge of herself in this.

She glanced back at me, another craving for reassurance that I was really okay with this. Then her hands were on Rico’s waist, urging him up onto his feet. He pulled himself up as she unfastened his belt and pulled open his fly. Then she was dragging his jeans down, along with his underwear.

I’d seen Rico naked often enough in college, while he’d been changing in our room — while we were with girls. But purely because this was with Isla, my wife, contemplating the breaking of our wedding vows, it suddenly seemed shocking to me. He was a big guy, but it wasn’t just his size. It was the presence of another man, naked, where our whole relationship had been built on the premise that this could never happen.

I heard Isla catch her breath as she saw him like that. He sat back on the sofa and now she was moving forward, her hand moving to his thickening manhood.

She let out a joyful sigh and curled her fingers around his ample girth. I adjusted my seat so that I could see, and witnessed her lick his tip, then kiss it, then take it inside her mouth.

My God. I was suddenly a sober as sober could be. Rico leaned back in the sofa and my wife was slowly bobbing her head up and down in his lap, quietly moaning, enjoying the feeling of being so wicked.

“Oh yeah…” Rico moaned, reaching forward with one hand to hold her long, red hair out of her face as she sucked on him.

He looked across at me and smiled, and it felt oddly reassuring. We shared the sense that this was merely continuing on from college, it was just a little fun, nothing we needed to tell anyone about outside these four walls, nothing that would affect our lives once this night was over.

I didn’t feel jealous, or not so much, anyway — I felt as though I was giving her a gift, a toy, and she was taking immense pleasure from it. That didn’t mean I didn’t want to tear her away from him and take her for myself — but at the same time, I really wanted to watch her, take in this bizarre sight, appreciate the beauty of my wife having sex.

She enjoyed his cock, pulling it out of her mouth, licking it all over, stroking it all over her face, rubbing it against her breasts as she knelt over him. It was naughty, it was dirty, it was something she never thought she’d have in her hands after committing her life to me.

After a while, Rico stood up, and Isla continued to suck on him. Holding her head, he was fucking her face, and it was right in front of me.

Then he was urging her up onto her feet, “Come here, babe.”

My wife never liked being called ‘babe’. But what did it matter right now? She was about to be fucked by another man right in front of her husband.

Rico had her move to the bed. Again, she glanced over at me to see how I was responding to this shocking display. I gave her a warm smile, which surprised but delighted her, plainly enough.

Then I watched as he climbed onto the bed with her, between her legs, kneeling up to bring his large, hard cock down against her open flower, stroking his tip over the sweet pinkness of her pussy. This was Rico’s style — straightforward, perhaps somewhat selfish, which was precisely why girls we’d slept with together valued me just as much as him — but on this occasion, it was clear that Isla was more than ready.

I stifled a gasp as I saw him edge forward, and the tip of his cock slipped inside my wife’s sex.

Wow.

She tilted her head back, closed her eyes and opened her mouth to emit a long moan as Rico eased inside her. I was just burning inside to see it, as though every single nerve within my body was jangling at the same time.

Isla had to be so wet from flirting with Rico, and then slowly learning that she was actually going to get to sleep with him, that Rico was able to glide inside her, and fill her completely without any trouble.

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed as he started moving his hips.

She folded her arms behind her head, and gazed down at him as he thrust into her, moaning each time he slid inside her, panting as he fucked her. Her face and her upper chest flushed pink, her breasts jiggled, and her nipples were harder than I remembered ever seeing.

“Yeah… yeah… yeah…”

My God — I could see his great length emerge from her each time, and it was glistening with her juices, glistening with my wife’s pussy juices. It all seemed so wrong — and yet that only made it hotter still.

Rico grabbed hold of her ankles and pushed up her legs so her knees were by her chin, and Isla whimpered as he pounded into her like that, her whole body jarred each time he entered her.

“Oh please… more… fuck me… fuck me…”

I was so hard. I couldn’t resist pulling it out of my fly, touching it while I watched them — and there was a moment where Isla looked across and saw me, and beamed ear-to-ear to see me like that. But I felt as though I couldn’t risk coming while I watched them. If I came, I’d lose the sexual buzz that kept this whole experience feeling incredible. I had to resist temptation.

The two of them on the bed rolled over and Isla was on top, sliding him slowly back inside her, before steadily accelerating as she rode him. I could watch that great thing sinking into her each time, his hands squeezing her behind.

Rico was grunting and groaning as she rode him, and Isla was loving every moment.

I just watched, stunned.

It kind of hit me that maybe this was how things had to be now. Our marital monogamy had been shattered by Rico and his big, hard cock. I couldn’t see us going back to it now. Isla was having too good a time, and I was enjoying it way too much for it to be a one-off.

It was when he lifted her, rolled with her, lay her down on the bed on her front and entered her from behind that I realized there wasn’t a condom in sight — he was taking her bareback. It wasn’t exactly the safest way to proceed, and yet knowing his bare cock was inside her, filling her, stretching her, pounding her, only made it more and more arousing.

That was how she came, bucking and shuddering under him as he held her, hands covering her breasts, knees squeezing her thighs, the muscles ripping over his body as he hammered that huge great thing into her.

And as she came, yelling and crying and gasping for breath, Rico let go, his whole body flinching once, twice, three times, four, each time his cock pumped his cream deep inside her. Another man filling my wife with his seed.

Jesus.

When they broke apart, Isla was looking over at me, again to see if she’d hurt me. But I was just all aglow.

Rico said, breathless, “Thought you were gonna join us, Bud.”

I smiled. “Her treat, wasn’t it?”

Isla just looked at me, stunned, her chest rising and falling as she recovered her breath.

“Uh… I better hit the shower,” Rico said, climbing out of bed. I’d never seen him like this. He wasn’t quite sure how to deal with the aftermath because we were old friends, and because Isla and I were married, and this was potentially heavy.

“Do you hate me now?” Isla said as Rico disappeared.

“Hate you? I could never hate you,” I replied.

“I just cheated on you.”

“I wouldn’t call it cheating.”

“Why not?”

“Because I wanted you to do it.”

I stood up, stepped over to the bed. The scent of sex was strong in the air, it made me feel a little light-headed, stirred the blood a little quicker around my veins.

“And you’re not just saying that?” she asked.

I looked down on her, surveying her post-coital form. God, I’d never wanted her more. Perspiration mottled her brow, her chest, her stomach. The little patch of her between her legs was drenched.

“Why would I just say that?” I asked.

“Because you’re a peacemaker. It’s your nature.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down to kiss her mouth. She flinched, pulled away.

“Wait until I’ve showered,” she said.

“No need.”

“Rico — “

“Rico’s just giving us some space. He thinks he’s broken our marriage.”