Wives with Benefits: Volume Two (9 page)

“This afternoon,” she said, then closed her eyes and moaned as I placed a little kiss on her flower, then gently coursed my tongue along her groove.

She tasted divine.

“How… did you know…?” she asked, letting out another moan as I slipped a finger inside her, while continuing to lap at her juices and suck on her pussy lips.

I looked up at her and shared her smile. “You’ve been a lot happier recently.”

She nodded, placing her hand on the back of my head as I lapped at her. “He’s helped me… be more confident.”

“I approve,” I said, and for a while just enjoyed her flavor, and how she responded to my attention — the soft, silky sounds of her heavy breathing, those cute little gasps, the low, sultry moans.

She was so wet. It seemed to wrong to enjoy her like this after she’d been with another man. But the taboo just enhanced the experience, drove me on.

I guess I was inspired, and perhaps the unusual circumstances of this all helped as well — Diana was coming in no time, crying out, shuddering, and even giggling about it.

As I finally rose again, she put a hand to my cheek, beaming at me. “I’m sorry, I should have talked to you about it a long while ago,” she said.

I gave a slight shake of the head and kissed her. “Most people wouldn’t.”

“And then my promotion came along… and I just didn’t think about it…” she said.

She grinned as she caught sight of my hard cock peeking out through the fly in my pajama pants, but then I was nudging the tip against her pussy, stroking her with it, pressing it up against her, and her amusement turned to lust.

“You can tell me anything, you know,” I said.

“I know.”

“You’re going to keep seeing him?”

“If that’s okay?”

“Of course it is. But… if you can… I want to know what’s going on.”

She smiled, and then groaned as I edged forward, eased my tip inside her. “There’s not much to say,” she said, letting out a sudden deep breath as I glided inside her, filling her completely — easily because of her copious wetness. “We just… talk…” she said. “He makes me… see the world… a little differently…”

We’d never fucked in the kitchen before. Outside the bedroom, it seemed unusual, and only fired us on more. I was standing, she was perched on the edge of the counter beside the sink. And damn if there wasn’t a wide window right in front of us with the blinds open — the neighbors would be able to see if they were awake this late.

I kissed her mouth and drove into her again and again.

“I like it,” I said. “If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

We panted, we groaned, we thrust together, and it seemed to me our marriage had never been stronger. Diana hopped off the counter and turned her back to me, pushing out her behind for me to slide back inside her.

She was so confident. Was this how she fucked Dr Lewis?

She held the faucet and screamed as I held her hips and pounded into her. Reaching for her breasts, I ended up tearing her shirt open the rest of the way — she’d lose a few buttons there.

She came hard, loudly, as I squeezed her breasts, as I crushed her stiff nipples between fingers and thumbs. I wanted more, though. I wanted to celebrate this new openness between us, I wanted to deliberate over her hot, unfaithful body.

Diana stepped around me and turned me, kissing my mouth as she backed me up against the counter. Then she sank to her knees, grabbing a hold of my hard cock in both hands.

“You’re so hard,” she cooed, and kissed my tip.

“You have an effect on me,” I said.

“Mmm… but it’s not normally like this…” she insisted, running her tongue down my length before taking me deep inside her mouth.

“I don’t know why…” I said. “I guess it just turns me on… that you’re… you know…”

“Seeing a therapist?”

My heart seemed to stop beating. My stomach sank like a stone.

“Wait,” she said, reading my body language, the shock clearly imprinted on my face. “That’s not what you thought I was doing?”

I shook my head. I didn’t know what to say. I felt so stupid, such an idiot. But was that really what she’d been doing? Seeing a shrink? I couldn’t believe it.

And I was so disappointed.

“When I said I was seeing someone…” she said, beginning to realize, I think, what I had initially accused her of, and what I thought she’d been doing.

I said quietly, “I’m sorry. We got mixed up, I guess.”

“Wait,” she said, gazing at my softening cock. “Tell me what you thought I meant.”

I hesitated. My pause seemed to go on forever as fear gripped my heart and wrestled with it. She was going to hate me, she would think me repulsive. She’d want to end our marriage.

“I thought you were seeing someone else…” I said.

“You thought I was cheating on you?” Her tone was sharp, but not necessarily angry — more surprised, shocked, curious.

“I…” I heaved a huge sigh. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. Jesus. What could I say but the truth?

“I was talking to Mark from work… his wife started sleeping with their building contractor…”

Diana sat back on her haunches. “And that made you think I was cheating on you?”

I gripped the counter, my legs felt a little shaky. All of a sudden it felt a little cold in that kitchen.

“You’ve changed,” I said. “Some of the ways Mark’s wife changed… it seemed like you might be doing the same thing.”

“Sleeping with a contractor.” Her tone was neutral, hard to exactly say what she was feeling, what she was thinking about me. Then she said, “Wait. So… when did you start putting two and two together to make six?”

“I don’t know… a few weeks…”

“You’ve been thinking I was having an affair for three weeks?”

I shrugged.

She leaned forward and put her hands on my thighs. “But you didn’t say anything to me,” she said. “You weren’t angry… upset… disappointed…”

“No.”

“And every time I came home all horny ‘cause my sex drive’s going through the roof right now — you fucked me like crazy,” she said.

“Uh-huh.”

Her hands slid up to encircle the base of my softened cock, and the warm contact only made it begin thickening again.

“Then tonight,” she said, “you think I’ve just confirmed I was having an affair because I agreed with you that I was seeing somebody — “

Now she was stroking my shaft, and my manhood was filling out rapidly. She gazed at it in wonderment. “And you were harder than I’ve ever seen,” she said almost in a whisper.

“I thought that’s what was making you happy,” I said.

“It turned you on,” she said, apparently awestruck. “The idea of me having an affair turned you on.”

I shrugged again.

“You wanted me to cheat on you.”

She drew my hard cock back inside her hot mouth. I groaned long and low as she sucked on me — and at the same time, felt sheer relief wash over me. This was not the move of a woman who found me repulsive, who was disgusted by my perversion.

She held my cock in her hand, and smiled up at me, a wicked glint in her eye, her tongue flicking around the tip of my cock. “You thought I was coming home late so often because I was sleeping with someone,” she said.

“Uh-huh.”

“And every time I got home, if you were awake, you fucked me like we only just started dating.”

She licked and sucked my cock as though it were some delicious ice cream.

“Working late…” I said, “It’s one of the signs of possible cheating.”

She laughed. “Or the fact I was promoted, and my team has two guys leaving with no hope of replacing them for months.”

“Mark’s wife was working late every night at the office,” I said. “And when she got back from seeing her contractor guy, she’d always get straight into the shower.”

Again, Diana laughed. “And because I wanted to shower every time I got home and needed to fuck you, you assumed I had some affair to cover up?”

Yeah, I felt foolish.

At the same time, Diana seemed bubbly, perky, quiet cheerful as she lavished attention on my manhood.

“When you thought I was asleep and you didn’t shower,” I said, “I don’t know… it seemed like you’d just been with some other guy.”

“Just been with some other guy?” That confused her.

She stood up, thinking. I had another flash of fear, that she would be angry at my assertion, that it would end this strange conversation with her telling me to sleep on the couch.

“Because I was a little sweaty?” she asked. Then she touched herself. She covered her pussy with a hand and stroked herself, slipped two fingers inside her for a moment — before bringing them up to my face.

I breathed in the spicy scent of her juices.

“Because I smelled like that?” she smiled, and as it dawned on me how wrong I’d been, she explained, “When I got home and you were asleep, honey, I was still horny.”

“You — “

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “I had to take matters into my own hands.”

“Tonight?”

“I thought you were asleep,” she said. “You know, a woman’s libido doesn’t peak until she’s 35.”

“Okay…”

“Think how you were when you were 17.” I thought back to that time, and true enough, I’d been touching myself pretty regularly. That was teenage guys for you.

“But it happened so suddenly,” I protested. “We were doing it maybe once a week… and now…”

She grinned, and stood up, put her hands on my shoulder. “My therapy has just got me opening up to how I’m really feeling — instead of repressing it.”

“And what does that mean?”

She laughed. “I love sex. I love looking nice, I love feeling confident, I love enjoying life, friends… my husband.”

“And you come home from a day at work horny as hell?”

A little shrug of her shoulders, and she said, “I get cooped up with a bunch of guys all day at the office, and at the end of the day I just have to… unwind.”

“‘Cooped up with a bunch of guys’?” I asked.

“They’re all absolute gentlemen,” she insisted. Then a wicked grin spread across her face. “Although, come to think of it, I guess you’d like it if they weren’t. If I was spending the day flirting with them, and maybe went home with one.”

Her hands closed around my manhood again, and sure enough it was hard as granite and throbbing away.

“Come upstairs,” she said. “It’s more comfortable on our bed, right? And I need this inside me.”

Upstairs we shed our clothes rapidly. I felt a mix of emotions — that strange deflation was still there, I had genuinely wanted my wife to be unfaithful. But I was also hugely relieved that the truth had come out, and Diana apparently still wanted to sleep with me.

“So if I came home late and I really was having an affair,” she said, stepping up to the bed before falling onto it on her back. “If I’d really been sleeping with some other guy before coming back to you…”

“Uh-huh?”

“How would you really feel when I got home?” she asked.

“I’d be happy to see you,” I stepped up to the bed.

“But would you want to sleep with me… like before?”

“More than ever.”

“Even if I’d just been with him.”

I climbed on to the bed, kneeling between her ankles. “Yes.”

“Even if he put his big, hard dick inside me?” She had a mischievous yet lusty smile. It struck me for the first real time that it might actually turn her on, too, the fact that I fantasized about her cheating on me, that I seemed to take sexual satisfaction from her sleeping with another man.

“I’d still want you,” I said, sliding a finger inside her, stretching open her pussy before enveloping her clit in my mouth.

“Oh God…” she groaned. “It’s so… dirty…”

I felt strangely warm inside, and yet that curious mix of fear and arousal was returning. Diana was sounding as though, now that she knew about my fantasy, she might not actually be closed off to the idea of having a little fling with someone. But with actual choice in the matter, how would I really feel packing her off to some other guy?

“And it would… really turn you on? Knowing I just got fucked by someone else?”

“Mmm hmm,” I murmured while lapping at her soaking pussy once more.

“Oh God…” she sighed.

She whimpered as I fingered her and sucked on her clit, her face and her upper chest flushed pink, her hair further mussed by perspiration, her nipples stiff pointing straight at the ceiling.

I sat up on my haunches, and now pulled her by the knees toward me, so that we were touching, thigh-to-thigh. She sighed as I stroked my hardness over her soft, wet pussy lips, using it like some kind of realistic toy.

“So all this time I could have been having an affair, and you’d have been okay with it?” she said.

I shrugged. “Would have been a shame you’d chosen to go behind my back,” I said, pressing my tip against her clit. “But I could probably understand it, if you said you were trying not to hurt my feelings.”