Wives with Benefits: Volume One

by Max Sebastian

  And here was my naked 32-year-old wife climbing onto the bed, lifting one knee over the form of a naked 23-year-old man.

  I held onto her panties and watched in total awe.

  As impressive as his hardness was, she did not settle down over it, did not immediately jump into that major challenge to our monogamy.

  “Shift down,” she said, remaining up on her knees, close to his head, her pussy right there in front of his face.

  Daryl did as he was told, responding to the edge of authority in her voice, and it seemed to me that she was getting off on directing him, on suppressing his cocky alpha masculinity. He moved down on the bed, and she gently planted her sex over his mouth. I couldn’t see his face, but the guy didn’t seem to object to tending to her as she wanted.

  It seemed highly erotic to me. It wasn’t something she ever did with me: when we were together, it was something she skipped over, didn’t seem comfortable with me getting involved.

  Perhaps because this was not someone she’d be seeing particularly regularly, she felt more able to let go, to use him as the sex toy he was.

  As he licked her, she turned her shoulders, her head, looked back at me, asking: “Enjoying the show?”

  I gave her my best impression of the Cheshire Cat.

  “Never seen anything so hot in my life.”

  I covered my mouth and nose with her panties, and drew in a deep breath saturated with her wicked scent, showing her how much I adored her performance.

  She smiled, and turned back to look down upon her boy, her breathing becoming increasingly labored, her moans growing in intensity.

  After some time simply enjoying the sensations, and perhaps her sense of power over him, she pulled up and lifted off her young lover, leaning to the side before turning, to present him with her pert behind, which she tilted up before easing back over his mouth.

  From my angle, I couldn’t see what he was doing, I could only assume from her expression that he was continuing to service her. That wasn’t the point: the point was that in this position, she could take his big, hard cock back inside her mouth — and watch my reaction as she did so.

  She looked at me as she took him into her mouth, and as I smiled at her, she grinned in return, both loving that I was apparently enjoying the spectacle, and also grateful at this strange yet wonderful experience I’d allowed her.

  One hand locked around the base of his shaft, her silky hair trailing down the side of her face and over his thigh, she was so sexy using all her tricks to pleasure him. It only made it that much hotter that she kept looking to me, smiling and laughing at how naughty she was, her pretty face so full of light and energy as she lay over another man.

  Was she an exhibitionist at heart? I had to believe that she had at least a streak of it, whether she’d known about it before bedding Daryl in front of me, or not. I think she was enjoying my watching her as much as the stranger’s body lying under her.

  Perhaps it was the thought of turning on two men at once.

  For a while, she focused on the other man’s cock, her eyes closing, though she kept stroking back her hair behind her ear to ensure I could see everything.

  I almost lost myself in the moment, almost missed her looking up at me again, licking his cock as she smiled at me, her face so flushed, so beautiful.

  Then she said, “Show me.”

  My poor over-stimulated brain didn’t quite get what she was telling me. She trailed her tongue around and around the other man’s tip, waiting for me. I got the idea.

  I pulled open my robe, any feelings of self-consciousness leaching away as I considered the fact that I was the only one who wasn’t yet naked in this room. The delight in her face as I pulled my underwear down to reveal the full scale of my hardness made it clear I had interpreted her demand correctly.

  I stroked myself as I watched her sink down on his shaft a few more times, but then as she watched me, she lifted herself off him, quickly leaning over to her bedside table to retrieve something.

  A condom, of course.

  I watched my beloved wife tear open the packet, then use her mouth to roll the thin latex sheath down over another man’s large erection.

  Jesus. Had she bought jumbo size ones specially for this guy?

  I found myself breathless as she looked at me with the intent clear in those sharp eyes of hers, and then she lifted her knee to straddle him, facing me with a powerful question: are you ready for this?

  She was so up for this, her nipples dark, and so hard pointing at me, her pussy swollen with blood and glistening with her dew.

  “Go ahead,” I said, continuing to stroke my shaft.

  7

  She moved him into place, and I could see everything. The tip of another man’s cock touching against the glistening pink of my wife’s open pussy lips.

  Her eyes, her mouth widened as she sank slightly, and his tip penetrated her.

  “Oh God…” she breathed, “…he’s inside me.”

  I watched in silent awe as she sank incredibly slowly down on him, both hands holding herself either side of it as though to manually stretch open her pussy so she could take him.

  As my wife’s gaze latched onto me, the expression on her face was nothing less than astonishment. I felt that irresistible combination of jealousy and intense arousal lighting up my entire body. I had to be careful not to explode prematurely.

  Daryl groaned quietly as she took him fully inside her, but seemed to be trying not to disturb the frisson that was developing between Marissa and I while this strange experience was unfolding.

  God, he was completely filling her, stretching her. Such a bizarre sight, a living, pulsating penis protruding from Marissa’s sweet pussy, and it wasn’t mine. I felt almost as though I was in some kind of trance watching it, it was so strange.

  As I gaped at that massive thing beginning to slowly piston into her, her pretty face broke into another naughty smile as she checked on me, as though to say: can you really believe we’re doing this?

  We’d talked about this moment, of course, but now that it was really here, it seemed like nothing could have really prepared us for the power in this experience.

  I tried to keep calm, said: “How does it feel?”

  “Incredible,” she said. We’d discussed her fear that she might humiliate me in reacting to this other man sleeping with her, and at the time, I’d said she wouldn’t. I’d explained how important it was that she not keep back her feelings about any of it, that I wanted it to be an incredible experience, even if it hinted that with me alone, her experiences weren’t quite so amazing.

  The point was, I was giving her this, I was making her feel this way, purely by allowing her this man. And if she wasn’t having a sensational time, something unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, there would be hardly any point doing it.

  “He’s big?” I asked her.

  She looked at me, a slight pause as though double-checking this was what I wanted to hear. Then she said: “Enormous. I never felt anything like it.”

  “Good.”

  “I feel so full, like he’s touching every possible part of me inside.”

  Slowly, she rode him, her whole body writhing on top of him as she fought for breath while she fucked him, hands on her thighs, her mouth open, her head tilted slightly back even as she did her utmost to maintain eye contact with me.

  “Oh God… oh God…”

  Her body shook, her hair swayed as she accelerated over him, until she moved to steady her pace, not wanting to overcook things just yet. She leaned forward, so that she was on her hands and knees facing toward me, now rocking back and forth to maintain his thrusting inside her as she gazed over in my direction.

  “Is this everything you hoped it would be?” she asked me.

  “Better.”

  I glanced at Daryl, wondering what he thought of all this. He was fairly focused on her, though, watching her, fixed on her behind as she bounced on him. This wasn’t about him, and he
knew it.

  “I’m fucking someone else,” she said, as though mulling the words around in her mouth, checking out how they sounded.

  “That’s right.”

  “I’m cheating on you, honey.”

  “Except that I’m here, sweetie, I’m with you.”

  “I’m fucking the biggest dick I ever saw.”

  “You look so beautiful doing it.”

  Gasping for breath, biting her lip, smiling at me when she could.

  “He’s stretching me… Oh God…”

  I don’t think I ever saw anything as exquisite as when she came just then, the way it seemed to take her unawares, she didn’t need to do anything to provoke it, to time it to coincide with mine, or fake it during one of our quickie sessions, which had come to be the norm more often than not for us.

  Then she sat up, and leaned back to tell Daryl: “Take me from behind.”

  She lined up on all fours again, only this time her hands were on the edge of the mattress as Daryl knelt up behind her, manhandling himself until he could re-enter her doggy-style.

  God, it was so hot to gaze into her eyes as another man slotted into her from behind, her body shaking with each thrust, her head nodding, hair shivering, breasts and nipples quivering.

  Daryl was quite a specimen, his bulging muscles glistening with perspiration as they flexed with the increasingly powerful pounding of my wife. He seemed to have boundless energy. I envied his youth, and yet at the same time I figured he could not possibly experience what I was, as the husband of the beautiful woman he was defiling.

  Marissa just could not stop smiling, it must have been hurting her face, she was smiling so much. It only went away as the intensity of her penetration became too much, her face taking on the kind of pained expression that suggested she might come yet again.

  My wife sank down on her elbows, pushing up her rear for Daryl, while seeming to get so close to me it was positively intimate.

  “You know I love you, don’t you?” she said. I was suddenly a touch concerned that she might be getting anxious about whether this was damaging our relationship.

  “Of course.”

  “I just feel so selfish, like I’m getting all the pleasure.”

  “You’re not getting all the pleasure. This isn’t just about you, honey,” I said.

  “Come here,” she said, insistent.

  8

  I stood up, somewhat bemused. I wasn’t quite sure what she wanted, but I complied. Stood up, took one step forward. Daryl gave me a mischievous smile now, as though he knew where this was going, and had done it all before.

  Marissa reached out for my hardness, pulling me with it toward her, looking up like a penitent sinner. “Am I so greedy? I want this one as well…”

  Who was I to object? I brushed her hair out of her face and she licked her lips, flashing a wicked grin before licking me, opening her mouth to take me inside her while another man fucked her from behind.

  We hadn’t really talked about a threesome. We’d fantasized about her being with another man, my role being either to watch or to hear about it afterwards, and maybe reclaim her afterwards.

  Withdrawing me momentarily, she looked up at me, strangely bashful. “This is…kind of my fantasy,” she said sheepishly.

  I chuckled, “What, the one you entirely failed to tell me about after I exposed my own?”

  She giggled. “Two guys at once. What can I say?”

  She stuffed my cock back inside her mouth as though desperate to feel two cocks within her. I held her hair back, and increasingly held her head, fucking her face while another, younger man fucked her pussy.

  I was impressing myself with how long I was able to take this, but it was clear that Marissa was managing me to some degree, breaking off every now and then to lash me with her tongue or plant little kisses over my length — enjoying me, enjoying the ownership of two cocks at once, though the other man’s did not have a break, relentlessly piling into her from the opposite end.

  After a while, though, she broke off from both of us, turning to present herself for me missionary style, though on the edge of the bed.

  Her pussy was red from use by her new lover, and so wet. I ducked down for a brief taste, the synthetic flavor of the condom making me shudder as I sampled her elixir, and the scent of her other lover lingering on her skin was almost intoxicating to me.

  When I slid inside her, it felt different to my experience of Marissa, she really had been temporarily stretched by another, bigger cock.

  It felt incredible to slide inside her wet, used pussy. My wife, liberated.

  She turned her shoulders to him, pumping him to start with as she watched me reclaiming her sex, a little amused or astounded at how driven I was to take her. Then she was sucking on Daryl again, his condom removed, pursuing her fantasy though vice versa.

  He was standing there by the bedside looking down at her, like some kind of statue or sex toy she was just using. He seemed happy enough to be used. She periodically looked at me, giggling, laughing at how ridiculous this situation was, how outside the norms of polite society.

  Well, who cared about polite society? Polite society knew that married couples had sex — it was something to be quietly encouraged, though not brought up at the dinner table. We were just getting a little assistance.

  As I watched, she pulled him out of her mouth, and pumping mercilessly, she directed him over her chest. I nearly exploded myself as I saw him pumping string after string of his thick white come all over her heaving chest, so that it dribbled down the sides of her breasts, coated her stiff nipples, marked my wife as used property.

  A spent force, though I suspect he’d recover in no time, he kissed the top of her head and retired, leaving me to lie next to my wife, celebrating the key advantage I had over any man who had her: I got to spend the rest of my life with her.

  She kissed me deeply, passionately, and I didn’t even think about where those lips had been until I breathed, toying her with my tongue as she was doing with hers, tasting the hint of saltiness that was not Marissa.

  Even the wet stickiness between us as she pressed her chest to mine did not put me off from the final rise — in fact, if anything, its irrefutable evidence of her consensual transgression drove me on, lending me the kind of strength and power I didn’t ordinary possess, sufficient to take her with me as I topped my own peak, our bodies trembling and shuddering together to profess our undying bond.

  “Come inside me,” she insisted, over and over, as though I’d do it any other way. “I need you to come inside me…”

  It felt good to finish inside her — for both of us, I guess, judging from the way she responded. Cementing our bond.

  Afterwards, we lay awake there, in a kind of shell shock.

  “I liked him, your intern,” I said at last.

  “He’s not my intern any more.”

  “Your lover.”

  “He was really something, huh? He was so big, at first I was a little scared.”

  “Scared?”

  “Whether I could really handle him. Get him inside me.”

  “You seemed to do okay.”

  She had this brightness in her eyes that I swear had never been there before her first experience of infidelity.

  “I think there was something about him being my intern.”

  “What, because you’re not supposed to sleep with the help?”

  “I don’t know… I just wanted to take control of him, use him. That perfect body, that cocky smile. I just wanted to rub my kitty all over him. Was that bad?”

  “God, no. And you did that, didn’t you? Never seen anything so hot.”

  “I can see him again, then?”

  A ripple of jealousy and excitement flickered through me at that. I even felt myself thickening up once again as the blood started pumping back into my loins.

  “Of course.”

  “I want to feel him come inside me, too.”

  “When you’re ready.”
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  She saw the tent my reborn hardness was creating in the sheet, and offered me a sly grin at the proof of my approval for her ideas. She peeled the white cotton down over our bodies, unwrapping me but also herself. The sight of her nipples, all puckered up and ready for the next round, and then the glimpse of that sexy little patch of soft brown over her mound, took me up to full tilt.

  She didn’t need any prompting to climb up onto me, sliding me inside her hot flesh once again, without even thinking of any smart remarks about what miraculous stamina I’d been enjoying that night.

  What a hot, sexy woman. Mine for life, though I’d happily share her.

  “So, you got your fantasy, huh? Two guys. Was it everything you’d hoped it would be?”

  “Uh-huh. Better.”

  “I’d like to see it some day.”

  “See it?”

  “I’d like to watch you take two other guys.”

  “Hmm. Maybe Daryl has a friend.”

  A Wife’s Opportunity

  We were both open to the idea. I guess we were always pretty sexual as a couple, and ever since I’d met her, Bridget liked the effect that talking dirty had on men she slept with, so we’d discussed our fantasies early on. Only, for the most part, fantasies were all they were. I mean, normal people don’t act on those kinds of things, do they?

  We both had various fantasies, but the big one for me was the thought of my beautiful wife going wild and misbehaving with another man.

  I’d felt guilty and more than a little confused about that particular little kink, and while we both talked to each other about fooling around with group sex and things like that, in the early years of our marriage I’d always hinted to Bridget that my secret desires edged more toward the thought of sleeping with two women at once.

  It was a minor shock to her, when eventually I’d gotten enough courage and a hint of alcohol to reveal that actually, I tended to think more of her engaged in a threesome with two guys than anything. She was the kind of woman who was amused by being shocked in that way, though, so from the start she at least entertained the idea.