by Selena Kitt
Evan saw the awkward and slightly fearful, but definitely excited look that passed between them as Stef leaned in to kiss Ben’s cheek and hug him hello. He noticed his friend’s hands linger a little longer over her hips, and the flush in his wife’s cheeks that hadn’t been there five minutes ago, wine or no wine.
“So how’s business, Ben?” Evan watched Stef turn back to the roast, grabbing the knife out of the block. She took another sip of wine before she started carving.
“I’m tired.” He sank into one of the kitchen chairs with a sigh, running a hand through his brown mop. His cheeks were scruffy and he rubbed them as he watched his friend’s wife. “This time of year, it’s constant.”
“Feast or famine,” Stef remarked as they both watched her struggling with the knife. “Seasonal work is always like that. You’ve got a good tan going, though. There’s a nice perk.”
Ben smiled, standing and coming up behind her. “Do you want help with that?”
She didn’t turn, but she handed him the knife. “Thanks. Do you want something to drink? Wine, beer?”
“Wine would be great.” He started to make quick work of the roast. Evan sat back in his chair and watched his wife pour the wine, noticing the slight tremble as she handed the glass to Ben, their hands touching briefly.
“So how’s your latest idea coming, Ev?” Ben transferred meat from roast pan to platter.
“Great, actually.” He tipped his wine glass toward Stef. She filled his glass. Half the bottle was gone already. “Been pounding out a good four to five thousand words a day.”
“It’s really good.” Stef’s eyes moved lovingly over her husband’s face. “You should read it.”
“You’re the only one who gets that privilege.” Evan winked.
“I see.” Stef was staring into her wine glass. “That you’ll keep between us?”
“Whoa.” Ben set the carved roast platter on the table between the potatoes and peas. “Listen, we don’t have to do this.”
He sat on Stef’s other side, his eyes searching her face, but she wouldn’t look at him. Her face was even more flushed now. Ben looked over at Evan, who shrugged.
“We might as well talk about the elephant in the middle of the room.” Ben poked at Stef’s forearm. “Not that you’re an elephant. Hippo, or rhino, maybe…”
“Shut up!” She made a face at him then, and couldn’t help smiling a little. She reached for the potatoes and plopped some onto her plate, passing the bowl to Ben. “I just… I guess I’m a little scared.”
“Fair enough.” Ben handed the potatoes to Evan, who had rolled his chair up to the table. “Me, too.”
“Yeah?” She cocked her head at him, tucking a long stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Of what?”
“I guess the same things you are.” Ben took the peas from her. “What if this jeopardizes our friendship?”
“God, these things are always so messy.” Stef slid the platter of meat toward Ben.
“Life is messy.” Evan pierced a bloody piece of meat. “People walk out in the street and get hit by buses. People get blown up by terrorists in their own office buildings. People crash their motorcycles and end up paralyzed.”
Stef and Ben looked at each other and then at Evan, who was attacking his slice of roast.
“What?” Evan asked, chewing furiously.
Ben leaned back in his chair. “Well, what if we set some…ground rules?”
“Like what?” Stef chewed thoughtfully.
“Whatever makes us the most comfortable, I guess.” Ben shrugged. “Or maybe just ruling out the things that make us uncomfortable?”
Stef made a face. “Sounds so clinical.”
“For now,” Ben replied, his dark eyes piercing hers. “This is just the preliminaries.”
“You know what I want,” Evan said. “What I really want is for you to give Stef something I obviously can’t.”
“Evan—” Stef frowned.
“Ben, listen,” Evan went on, as if she weren’t there. “I think we already know the ground rules. I talked to you about this before. You pretty much know how I feel.”
Ben nodded.
“And Stef knows how I feel. And I know how Stef feels—even if she says she doesn’t.”
She fingered the edge of the tablecloth, not looking at either of them.
Ben frowned. “I don’t want to do this if she doesn’t want to, though, Ev.”
“She does,” he insisted. “Don’t you, baby?”
Stef bit her lip, looking first to her husband, and next to Ben. Then she picked up her glass of wine, nodding slowly. “Yes.”
“I guess that settles it.” Ben let out a pent-up breath.
Stef stood, taking her plate to the sink. She stayed there, loading the dishwasher, while the conversation turned once again to the two men’s work. Evan watched his wife as she stooped to load the plates and glasses, the shimmery green dress sliding over her curves. He noticed Ben watching her, too.
When Evan grabbed his plate and, with one hand, turned his chair and wheeled toward the sink, Ben took the cue and started clearing the table.
“Thanks,” Stef murmured to both of them, but she was smiling at Ben as she took the platter of meat.
Evan knew that smile well.
“Nature calls!” Evan backed his chair up and turned it toward the doorway. It was just an excuse to leave them alone for a while. He could empty his bag whenever he wanted. He stopped by the living room to turn on the stereo. By the time he got back, the dishes were done, the food was put away, and Ben and Stef were sitting on the sofa talking. It took him a hell of a lot longer in the bathroom than it used to, that was for sure.
“What are we talking about?” Evan asked.
Stef smiled and Evan noticed that her hand was on Ben’s. “You.”
“Guess that’s why my ears were burning.” He smirked. “Nothing too terrible?”
“Just making fun of your scrawny chicken legs.” Ben grinned and stretched.
“Hey, I take offense to that,” Evan scoffed. “They were always scrawny.”
Stef laughed. “It’s true. Scrawny and pale.”
“Not like Ben over here.” Evan rolled his eyes at him. “Mr. Outdoors, right?”
“Night and day.” Stef smiled. Evan could tell she was feeling the effects of all the wine they’d had tonight. She was leaning back into the couch, curled up like a cat, her feet tucked under her. “Oh, god, I love this song!”
“I know.” Evan smiled.
Stef grinned and winked at Ben. “The blues always makes me want to take my clothes off.”
“Don’t let us stop you!” Evan laughed.
“Dance with me.” Stef held her hand out to Ben and he took it, following her to the middle of the living room floor.
She began to dance, her hands above her head, her body undulating to the music. Ben put his hands on her hips, watching the shift of her dress over them, like green fire under his fingers. He barely had to move at all, she did all the work, like she was putting on a show for him—for them.
Turning so she was facing Evan, she wiggled her behind into the saddle of Ben’s hips as she danced, her eyes half closed and her lips parted. Evan thought she had never looked so beautiful before. She rocked her hips back and forth to the beat, and when Evan met Ben’s eyes, he could see the lust burning there. He didn’t blame him in the least, but it made his throat tight and his chest hurt to see it.
The song was a true blues lick with a mean harp playing over the steady beat. “Goin’ up, goin’ down… Anyway you want me…”
Stef’s body moved up and down to the song’s lyrics, her skirt rubbing against the denim of Ben’s jeans, making it ride high up her thighs. Evan watched as the hem of her dress played peek-a-boo with the elastic tops of her stockings, his whole body filled with a white heat.
Stef turned back toward Ben, snaking her arms around his neck as she moved her belly against his, and Evan watched her ass moving in the same l
ittle circles she used to make when she was sitting up on top of him and riding his cock. Watching the motion made him feel dizzy. He hadn’t seen her do it in years, and it made him grit his teeth with lust and envy.
Ben made a small sound in his throat, and his thigh moved between hers as they danced together, their bodies moving in unison now. Evan watched his friend’s hands moving slowly over the rounded globes of his wife’s ass, his fingers slipping over the smooth material, edging it up and up and up. Stef was sliding up and down Ben’s thigh, her head so far back that her long, honey-colored hair almost touched the hands groping her behind.
Evan watched as Ben found the smooth skin of his wife’s thigh between panty and stocking, his fingers gripping her there. Stef moaned, turning her face up to him, and Evan watched them kiss. He had seen them touch lips before—a perfunctory caress—but this was no brief thing. It went on and on as they rocked together, their mouths slanting, greedy, tongues meshing. Evan’s knuckles were turning white on the wheelchair handgrips, but he couldn’t take his eyes off them.
Stef moaned against Ben’s mouth, and the sound send a shiver through Evan. She was most definitely enjoying herself. The way she rolled her hips and how her hands gripped Ben’s upper arms made Evan sure she had really wanted this, even as much as she had denied it. She hadn’t wanted him to feel slighted. He understood that—but he had somehow suspected she wanted more, and now he was sure.
“Jesus,” Ben whispered as their kiss broke. “Stef…”
“Come on,” she murmured, and Evan saw her hand slip between Ben’s thighs to rub the bulge there. She turned and took his hand, leading him. Her eyes met Evan’s and he smiled at her as she leaned down to kiss him, something hard and fierce and briefly deep. He was grateful for it.
“Aren’t you coming?” She looked over her shoulder to Evan as she led Ben toward their bedroom.
Evan’s hands were trembling on the wheels of his chair as he rolled slowly after them.
“Unzip me.” She turned around and held her hair up out of the way. Both men admired the smooth curve of her shoulder and the small curls at the nape of her neck as Ben slid her zipper down, exposing her bare back and the lace edge of her black panties.
She turned toward them both, slipping her dress down off her shoulders and shrugging it to the floor.
“Oh, my God,” Ben breathed, closing his eyes for a moment and then opening them again in wonder. He looked back at Evan, his face a question.
“I know.” Evan’s smile was caught between something grim and sad, looking at her full breasts, the way her panties hugged her hips and how slim and long her legs looked in thigh-highs. “Shame to let it go to waste, isn’t it?”
“Christ, Ev!” Stef shook her head. She sat on the edge of the bed and crooked her finger at Ben. “Come here.”
He came toward her and, when he was close enough, she grabbed the loops in his jeans, jerking him a little, popping his button and unzipping him. The bulge there hadn’t lessened at all. She edged the pants down his hips, cupping her hand over him in his boxer-briefs. His sharp intake of breath was followed by a groan as she rubbed her palm there, looking up at his face.
“This is what he wants,” Stef whispered. “And I can’t say I don’t want you, Ben. What do you want?”
“Are you kidding me?”
“We can’t undo this.” She leaned in to kiss his shaft through the thin material.
“I know.” Ben’s hand stroked her hair, almost tentative. Her tongue teased the head of his cock through his briefs and he moaned. “Oh, hell. Let’s keep undoing it.”
She pulled his briefs down to his knees along with his jeans, freeing his cock. It stood pointing directly at her mouth. Her eyes caressed the length of him. He had a beautiful cock—long, thick at the base, and it curved a little to the left with a slightly engorged bounce that she steadied with her hand.
Her eyes met Evan’s as she slid her tongue over the tip of Ben’s cock, wetting him with her saliva. She took her time, easing him slowly into her mouth, seeming more interested in her own sensation than his, just enjoying the feel of him against her tongue.
Rubbing him over her lips, she looked over at her husband. “Remember this?”
“Yes.” Evan swallowed and nodded, his response slightly hoarse. “Did you miss it?”
Nodding, she looked back up at Ben, whose eyes were dark with some emotion. Maybe it was lust, bit perhaps it was something else. She took him fully into her throat, then, no hands now, and that made him close his eyes altogether.
Evan watched as his friend’s fingers tangled in his wife’s hair, seeing Ben’s wet shaft disappearing into her mouth again and again. Evan’s hands were gripping the hand rails of his chair as he watched her suck him, seeing her nudge her panties aside to slip her fingers underneath as she did. He knew she was wet—he could hear her fingers working through her pussy.
“Whoa,” Ben groaned, pulling her off his cock. “Can’t take much more of that.”
“Think you can take some of this?” She leaned back onto her elbows, putting her feet up on the edge of the bed and slipping her panties aside to reveal her shaved mound.
Ben let out a pent-up breath in a small “whoosh” as he sank to his knees next to the bed. His hands circled her ankles, running up her calves, over her knees, spreading her thighs with his palms as he leaned in to kiss her fingers and her mound where she had her panties pulled aside.
“No,” Evan whispered from his chair, watching Ben’s tongue finding its way through her flesh. Stef’s eyes were half-closed, watching him. “Not that.”
Understanding, she edged back onto the bed, slipping her panties and stockings off as she went. “Get undressed.” She opened her pussy, showing him, sliding her fingers into her wetness.
They both watched as Ben unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a broad chest and back, with arms sharply defined in muscle, all made strong from heavy labor. Stef played with herself while she watched him drop his shirt and pants to the floor. Then he climbed up next to her on the bed, naked.
She turned toward him, pressing belly to belly, slipping her silky thigh up and down his. They stayed that way for what felt like a long time, and Evan thought, for a moment, of calling it all off, telling Ben to get dressed and go home. It was a painfully intimate moment, and in spite of all of his emotional preparation for this, he hadn’t expected that.
Then she leaned in and kissed Ben, soft at first, a tender thing, but that didn’t last long. The heat of their bodies together drove them both onward, their hands roaming over each other. Stef reached down between his thighs, her hand pulling and tugging on his cock, and Evan heard Ben groan against her mouth.
Ben rolled onto her, pressing a thigh between hers, and Evan watched as his wife ran her red-painted nails down his friend’s broad, tanned back. Ben’s hands were cupping her breasts, his tongue flicking her pink, sensitive nipples, making her moan and writhe underneath him.
“I want you in me,” she murmured, loud enough Evan could hear the urgency in it.
“Yes,” Evan whispered from his chair, seeing how her hand stroked Ben, guiding him toward her waiting pussy. He had flashes of memory, remembering how that felt, how small and warm her hand was, the heat of her flesh as she slipped him up and down her slit.
Her cry when Ben pressed into her filled the room—a sudden, shocking thing. Everyone and everything stopped for a moment, and Evan saw her trembling underneath Ben, who kissed her cheeks, her closed eyelids, her quivering mouth.
“Are you okay?” Ben whispered, and when she opened her eyes, Evan could see tears glistening there. She nodded, slipping a hand around behind his neck and pulling his mouth to hers, kissing him fiercely, threatening to swallow him.
She wrapped herself around him, arms and legs, shoving herself up into him as he began to move in her. They rocked like that a while, grinding their pelvises together, and Evan could hear her excitement growing, could see it in the way her face and chest began to fl
ush with arousal.
“More.” She moved against him. “Harder.”
Ben grabbed her legs, pressing them back and kneeling up so he could drive harder into her, taking full, long strokes now. Evan could see his cock and how wet it was with her juices. She was moaning, her fingers rubbing her clit, her breasts bouncing with the gentle motion.
“I want it deeper.” Stef pressed her hand to Ben’s hard, flat belly, stopping him. She groaned when he pulled out, and she turned over, lifting her ass in the air. “Like this.”
Evan could see her completely now, her smooth pussy, pink and swollen, glistening with wetness. Ben ran his hands over the soft, rounded swell of her ass, his fingers slipping between her legs for a moment, finding her.
“Yes!” She pressed her shoulders to the mattress, lifting her bottom even higher in the air. “There. Put that big cock in me, baby.”
Evan watched, a lump growing in his throat, realizing that he’d never slid into her when she was completely shaved that way. He didn’t know what it felt like to slide into her sweet, bald flesh. Ben sank deeply into her in one long stroke, making her hands curl into fists against the covers.
“That’s it!” Stef opened her eyes and looked over at Evan for the first time since they had really begun. “Fuck me!”
Ben did, and, using her hips to hold on, he began thrusting into her, his cock making wet noises in her. Evan could see the muscles in his friend’s arms and thighs working as he grabbed the flesh of his wife’s ass and drove himself deep into her pussy. She was moaning, her hand tucked up underneath her, and Evan knew she was working her sweet little clit. He wanted to taste her—his mouth was watering with wanting it.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, panting now, her eyes still locked on her husband. “Fuck me until I come.”
Ben groaned at her words, slowing only slightly, and Evan knew he must be close. Stef’s face was rosy, her teeth biting her lower lip as she neared her own edge, and as he watched, he saw her mouth the words, I love you. It made his heart swell. His whole body felt flushed, and he swore he could feel things in places he hadn’t in years.