“I always kinda hoped I might find a woman someday that I could share with Benny.” For once in our short history, I heard uncertainty in his voice.
I stepped back from him to look at him more closely. “Share?”
“Some folks around about swap wives. I never really thought I’d want that, but sharing with Benny is something I’d definitely view as good.”
My eyes went from suspicious slits to bugging out again. “Uh, you would? That wouldn’t make me a whore in your eyes?”
“For fuck’s sake, no. Benny and I…” He pursed his mouth shut and tried to look me in the eyes. It was then I realized that he was having a hard time looking at me.
I blinked. “I’ve only ever wanted to make you happy and you’ve looked so angry this past week.”
“Because you keep making excuses – taking all the blame on yourself and not being truthful. For thinking I’m anything like your ex. I love you, Rachel.” His hand reached out and stroked my hair.
“I love you, too.” I shivered with uncertainty and chill.
He looked down, kicked his foot, and said, “So…”
“So what?”
He blushed.
I had never seen Hank Puckett blush except when he had proposed.
He said, “So would you be willing to do a threesome with me and Benny?”
Normally, he waited for my answer.
I opened my mouth, but he interrupted me, talking quickly as if to convince me, saying, “He and I always talked about finding a woman who would do that for us. Paris was too snobby and I didn’t like her much. But Benny, he really seems to like you.”
I saw my way out in a beam of heavenly light that could only have been a divine gift. I whispered, “Yes.”
His eyes got large and lit up like a kid at Christmas. “R— You— Really? You would?”
I laughed nervously. “Yes, if that’s something that would make you happy.”
“More than you can imagine.”
I pursed my lips together, determined to let my duplicity remain a secret. Maybe I would tell him – much later. Instead I said, “I like Benny.”
My husband’s smile was like sunshine, but it was quickly replaced by sexual interest. He held out his hand. “Come with me and follow my lead.”
“Follow…?”
He crushed his mouth to mine, giving me a very passionate kiss that left me gasping for breath. He said, “Let me make a gift of you to Benny, first. He deserves it. Then me.” His eyes were bright with happiness. “Hot dog, this is something I’ve wanted for years.”
I allowed him to pull me along. “You want me to have sex with him?”
“A-yup.”
“Tonight?”
Hank was panting with excitement. “If that’s okay?”
“Why… yes, I guess, if you…”
“I do.” He brought me out into the living room and stood me in front of Benny. “Got a gift for you, bro. Remember we talked about that ménage thing?”
Benny’s eyes lit on both of us hopefully. “Y-yeah…”
Hank didn’t respond. He simply pulled my t-shirt up and off of me.
I stood bare-chested in front of my husband’s friend.
Benny’s eyes approved and suddenly, I was all hot again.
Very hot.
CHAPTER 10
I trembled as Benny sat there, a very large tent in his jeans, and stared at my body.
My husband’s rough hands caressed me from behind and drew tingles down my arms. His fingers circled my nipples until I gasped. Then he undid my shorts and pulled them down. My panties came down right after and I blushed in front of his friend.
Benny breathed, “Beautiful…”
I looked down at my feet.
Hank said, “Don’t be shy, love.” His hand smoothed over my shoulders. He said to Benny, “Get those jeans off.”
His friend bounced up and removed his clothing faster than I thought possible. His thick dick flopped out and rose.
I hadn’t been able to see it earlier in the morning and I looked at it now in admiration. It was long and thick, but not as thick as my husband’s. But it was longer by a good inch or more. It gave it a skinny appearance, even though it wasn’t.
I had that inside me? I instantly got wet and started to shake.
Hank soothed me like a skittish horse. “There, there, now. Shh. It’s okay…”
I was staring at Benny’s erection. It was gorgeous.
The pressure of my husband’s hands on my shoulders startled me, but I understood. I knelt in front of Benny and took his hot erection in my hand.
Hank sighed and there was a quick rustle of clothing.
I knew he was undressing.
A great weight was lifted from me as I held his friend’s cock in my hand. If my husband wanted this, then it wasn’t cheating. Sure, I would eventually tell him what had happened – when we were all comfortable with it later on in years. If it all went well.
I took Benny’s cock in my mouth and sucked.
Immediately, a groan from my husband startled me and I pulled off.
He said, “No, don’t stop.” He was handling his growing dick, stroking it and watching us.
I laughed nervously. “Oh…” I sucked him down again and looked at my husband.
Hank’s eyes almost rolled back in his head. “More perfect than I imagined…”
I got to work, sliding my mouth on Benny’s shaft, although I kept looking at my husband.
He finally laughed.
I pulled off. “What?”
“Did you ever do something like this with…” He hesitated, knowing I didn’t like hearing Phil’s name.
I was adamant and prompt. “No.”
“Oh, because you keep looking at me while you’re sucking him.”
I froze. “Am I not supposed to?” I didn’t know what was protocol in these nasty situations.
He shook his head frantically. “No, that’s perfect. Drives me nuts to see you with his cock in your mouth and you looking at me.”
I laughed with uncertainty. “Oh… if you say so.” I made a point of keeping eye contact as I sucked Benny’s shaft back into my mouth.
Hank’s eyes looked delirious. “Oh yeah…” His hand moved up and down on his cock.
I think I like this… I made a show of licking and kissing Benny’s erection.
My husband’s hand moved faster and began shaking. “Yeah…” But he sat up abruptly. “Stop.”
“What?”
“I have to see him in you.”
Benny chuckled. “Oh yes…” He pulled me up and looked at my husband. “How do you want me to—”
“Just fucking take her.” He sounded desperate. His hand was a blur on his shaft.
Benny pulled me around and lifted me, shoving me down onto the back of the couch.
Instantly, my legs opened and flailed on either side to maintain my balance. I was wide open.
He took advantage of that and pressed his cock against my aching hole.
I gasped and looked at my husband.
His face was slack-drunk with lust.
With a push, I felt my pussy take Benny’s cock. With a long thrust and groan, my husband’s friend slid his thickness deep into my wet pussy.
I called out in surprise and excitement as he filled me with hard cock. Back and forth, he thrust into me, moving my entire body on the backrest of the couch. Each thrust drew a groan of surprise and desire from me. I moved my legs, trying to find purchase so I could use my hips, but to no avail. I looked at my husband less and less as I was overcome with the enormity of what was happening and the eroticism of the event.
My husband sat excited, watched with interest, and jacked himself happily.
Yes, I think I really like this.
Benny commented breathily to my husband, “She’s so snug and perfect.”
“Yeah, she’s a tight one.”
Is that bad? Or good? But by Benny’s comment, I felt it was a compliment. I was s
ore. It wasn’t a bad sore, but I had cum twice already today. Once feeling Benny cum inside me. Once with the constant rubbing Benny did while my husband looked on. One was physical, one was emotional.
However, this one tickled up a grudging hint of excitement. Not only did I feel Benny in me, but my husband had his eyes glued to us and was very approving. My bond to my husband vibrated within me, responding to the lust he displayed and the desire I felt. Slowly, with much ache and torment, that coil began twisting tighter inside of me.
I dared not cum. No, though I would normally have wanted to. No, this orgasm, if I did cum, promised to be painful.
I didn’t fight it, but I didn’t try helping it along, either.
Unfortunately, it began to overtake me. Having Benny use my hole like I was his personal fuck-toy right in front of my husband was too much to ignore. Add to that the fact that my new husband was desperately masturbating himself to the scene was just too much for me. Slowly, I began to tighten and lift. I shook my head in my delirium of fucking.
No, I can’t. No, it will hurt…
Benny seemed to sense something in me and leaned more onto me, driving his dick in with deeper strokes. I was filled with his moving cock – stuffed full to my furthest depths.
I began to moan uncontrollably as the swelling inside lifted me higher. My pussy clamped with spasms and my clit held a tight heat behind that threatened to explode. It tickled and tormented, teasing me with release that I feared would bring more agony than ecstasy.
Hank gasped, “Is she good?”
Benny’s voice was husky, excited. “Very.”
“What about you, Rachel? Do you like it?” His voice shook with nervous hope.
I gauged it all in a split second, though it took me longer to reply. If this had all been a longtime fantasy of his – his and Benny’s – and he really seemed to be enjoying it, then he was really hoping that I would indeed like it. I panted brokenly, “Y-yes, very.” I instantly regretted my last word. Too strong.
But Hank reacted as if someone had stuck him with a lust needle and injected it directly into his veins. His hand moved faster, almost yanking his dick feverishly. “Is this… something we can do more often? You, me, and Benny?” His eyes were large with anticipation and hope.
I wasn’t going to let him down, even if the question had been different. I wanted to give him what he wanted. I nodded. “Okay, if th-that’s what you want…” I finished in a rush of air as Benny’s driving cock twisted that coil to the breaking point inside me.
My husband said, “Tell him you like it.”
I was barely able to hold on to the trembling, impending orgasm inside. I wanted to avoid the promised pain, but it seemed to hover there, thankfully just out of reach. I choked out, “I like it.”
“Do you like his cock, honey?”
“Ungh… I… like his cock…”
Benny groaned and fucked me deeper and with more ferocious pushes.
My husband said, “Then it’s okay if we make this a permanent ménage? Like, you can treat him like a second husband? Fuck him as often as you can?”
I teetered there, asking just over the impending tidal wave of an enormous orgasm, “Is that what… you want me to do?”
“Yes.” He added desperately, “Please.”
My eyes squeezed shut as the heavy roll pushed me over the edge. I began a long fall with explosive collisions. Lights concussed my vision. I barely managed to yell out, long and loud, “Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Benny! Oh…!” Explosions of heat rocked me. Painful bursts of release ripped through me, lifting and dropping me as I fell through the long, hot unleashing of my third orgasm. It felt stuck on each pulse, but let loose with a vengeance, leaving me yelling out uncontrollably as I came.
I had no awareness of what was up, down, or what was happening around me. All I knew was that my orgasm edged on being painful, but wasn’t. At the end, when I finally started to recover from the exertion, I became aware once again of my surroundings. I was hot, sweaty, and exhausted. I panted as if I had sprinted a mile uphill. My limbs felt leaden and heavy.
I was being held up on the back of the couch – steadied to keep from falling.
Benny was out of me, holding me. I felt his cum inside, hot and wet. He had cum and I had missed it.
I looked around in my delirium just as my husband took over holding me from Benny. He looked down at me with love and desire.
I lifted my head enough to look.
His cock pointed at me, ready.
I groaned. “I don’t think I can… cum again…”
“Don’t worry.”
“Go easy…”
“I will.” My husband entered my swollen, sore pussy. I was still throbbing and clamping in the aftermath of my orgasm and the insertion of his cock caused me to clamp harder.
Oh my gosh, more cock… no! I tensed, but he slid right in and took it easy. Within seconds, I relaxed and let the back and forth motion gently ease me into a stupor.
He leaned down onto me, moving very slowly. His breath was hot on my lips. “I love you, Rachel Puckett.”
I laughed weakly. “I love you, too.”
EPILOGUE
The doorbell startled me. It was late in the day and I was in just a t-shirt and panties. It was about all I ever wore around the house now for the last two weeks. I said, “Benny, could you get that?”
He rose from the couch. “Sure…”
“I’m not really dressed for it…”
He said over his shoulder, “You’re dressed perfectly.”
I warmed inside. My husband’s ménage thing was working… very nicely.
There was silence at the front door except for a thump and a couple of scuffles. The door shut.
I craned my head around the foot of the couch to see.
He came back, carrying a large Amazon box.
I brightened. “Oh, I know what that is…”
Benny didn’t seem to care.
I said, “It’s for you.”
“Me?”
Hank came in from the kitchen. “Who?”
I laughed.
Benny said, “Should I open it?”
I held up my palms into the air. “Uh, it’s yours? Do you want to muse over the box or do you want what’s inside?”
Inside had taken on a snarky new meaning all on its own over the past two weeks. I was getting very comfortable with my husband’s desires.
Hank said, “No, don’t open it. Just keep the box and you’ll always have the mystery of a surprise.”
Benny looked confused, but I instantly understood my husband’s dry teasing.
Hank sighed.
Benny’s face brightened as he must have grasped my husband’s joke. He set the box down and began opening it.
Hank looked at me with unspoken question.
I winked.
Benny pulled out the inner box. “A violin?” He worked on getting the packing box off it and opened the case. His eyes lit up in wonder as he lifted out the violin. “How much did this cost?”
I shook my head. “Not all that much. Three hundred. It’s a starter violin.”
His eyes weren’t on me, but he spoke to me while his eyes and hands caressed the wood. “But I don’t know how to play.”
“You can learn.”
Hank grinned questioningly.
I explained, “Your friend isn’t unfocused; he’s got a musical ear. He thinks differently. He thinks in music.”
Benny looked at me skeptically, but his eyes returned to the curves of the wood. His fingers gently traced the lines and wood grain.
I felt very warm inside.
My husband said, “Maybe he can play for the chickens.”
I snorted.
Benny looked at us with that unfocused dimness in his eyes, but behind them I saw the possibilities dancing merrily. He held up my gift as if to fix it under his chin and play.
And then he smiled at me.
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