Wives with Benefits: Volume Two

by Max Sebastian

  Such an incredible sight, and now I was fighting the temptation to open my fly and retrieve the hardness from my pants, to touch myself as I watched them. I was still a little too self-conscious to do so in the presence of someone outside our marriage, so I was merely pressing my hand against my stiff shaft through my pants as I watched Ellie taking Ana to her own shuddering climax.

  Oh, I’d seen enough pornography in my time -- which man hasn’t in this day and age, with naked antics so freely available via the Internet. But there was nothing I’d ever seen to compare to the sensational experience of watching my wife come so forcefully from the touch of another woman, from another woman’s mouth between her thighs.

  Breathing deeply, Ana flushed, and then bucked uncontrollably as the climax hit her. And as she cried out as the powerful sensations swamped her system, she opened her eyes wide -- and her gaze connected with mine. It made me feel that it was partly me making her feel like this, and certainly made me feel how appreciative she was for me allowing her this sexual freedom.

  With the scent of sex now heavy in the air -- from two beautiful women, no less -- I had to be careful not to come myself, without even any direct contact with my manhood.

  Finished with my wife, Ellie rose to her feet leaving her lying there on the couch, recovering her breath. The beautiful French girl turned and walked the few steps over to me, offering me a scintillating full frontal view of her delectable body as she came, not at all bashful with her nudity, shocking me with her toned physique, her full breasts, the little triangle of soft dark hair on her mound.

  I had to glance over at Ana, a little cautious about Ellie’s approach, and how my wife might take it. But Ana was watching intently, and now giving me a suggestive grin.

  Ellie reached out to seek my hands, which I gave her since Ana appeared happy enough. She pulled me up out of the chair toward her, and I found myself trembling a little, to be touching her soft hands, to be so close to her naked body, to be breathing in her sweet scent laced with the dark aroma of female arousal.

  She leaned up to me and touched her soft lips against mine, and then we were kissing, and I could taste my wife’s pussy on her lips. It felt so strange, kissing this woman who was not my Ana -- the first woman I’d kissed in years. Ellie smiled at my obvious surprise, and began unfastening the buttons on my shirt.

  Again, I glanced over to Ana, and she was lying back against the sofa, apparently enjoying the sight of this nymph with her mouth to mine, peeling off my shirt and then my pants, not stopping until I was as naked as they were, my stiff cock standing upright before me, red, swollen, unbelievably aroused.

  Ellie took my hand again and led me back over to the sofa, where Ana made room for me to sit, and for Ellie to sidle up to me on the opposite side to Ana.

  I turned my head to Ana, and she kissed me briefly, offering me a sample of her own lips, flavored so recently by Ellie’s own sex. But then she made way for the French girl to resume sucking on my face, while Ana herself dropped to my lap to take my hardness in her mouth.

  I had a difficult time controlling myself -- it had been tough enough keeping myself from coming simply watching the two of them. Now Ana moved over to let Ellie take the tip of my cock in her mouth -- the two of them were focusing their efforts on me, and I was in danger of exploding.

  I broke away from Ana’s kiss, said: “You’re not jealous?”

  She smiled, shrugged. “I love you,” she said. “I trust you. I want you to see for yourself what you gave me -- and I want her to see what I have in you.”

  I caressed Ana’s smooth skin as she kissed me, and as Ellie bobbed her head on my shaft, her silky hair splayed all over my lap. Ana moved down to lick my shaft even as Ellie still had my tip in her mouth, and as the two of them shared duties using their lips and tongues on me, I found I could just about reach Ana’s pussy with the tips of my fingers on one hand.

  I had to concentrate on breathing, on relaxing, on somehow slowing my pace as I felt two tongues flickering over the sensitive head of my cock, two pairs of lips kissing my shaft, two mouths alternating in taking me inside. Slow down my breathing, slow down my reactions to the incredible stimulus.

  I looked down, and saw the two of them kissing each other, somehow around my cock, so there were three people in on the kiss.

  Ana pulled back slightly, then whispered in Ellie’s ear loud enough for me to hear: “I want you to fuck him.”

  My wife moved aside so that the beautiful French girl could climb onto me, straddling my thighs, and position the tip of my cock to her open pussy.

  “Wait, wait,” I said, suddenly aware of my Ana’s pregnancy, and just what could happen if we were careless here.

  “It’s okay, my love,” Ana almost purred in my ear. “She’s safe. She’s safe.”

  Ellie pushed forward, and I was inside her, the top half of my cock engulfed by the tight heat of her pussy. She moaned, closing her eyes as she pushed down further, taking my length deep inside her.

  Ana watched as her friend buried my cock within her and began to move on it. She kissed me, reassuring me she was loving every minute of this, then she knelt up to engage with Ellie again, sucking her lips and playing with her breasts while the French girl bounced on my cock.

  Was Ellie a new toy for Ana and I to play with? Or was I a toy for Ellie and Ana to play with? I could look at our little triangle and picture it both ways.

  “What happened to your boyfriend in France?” I asked Ellie, whose breasts were jiggling now as her pace on my cock accelerated.

  She smiled. “He... found... another... woman... too...”

  Ana was reaching between Ellie’s thighs, stroking her clit while she continued to fuck me. I wondered how long it had been since she had been with a man. Months, possibly, if she’d remained true to her deal with her boyfriend before they’d split.

  I reached up to hold her breasts now, and Ellie was in the home stretch, riding me home like a race horse. I have no idea how I withstood the onslaught, but I felt the need to hold myself back for my Ana. There would be plenty of opportunity later that night for me to finish inside the pretty French girl. For now, Ellie’s body convulsed in orgasm, and I was able to hold back, turn my mind into a blank slate, and calm down a little before Ana took Ellie’s place.

  Then it was Ana’s turn to ride me, with Ellie in the support role, kissing her, stroking her, fondling her breasts, watching with the same curiosity and arousal my wife had just been, as we moved together.

  As Ana rode me, she urged me to turn a little, so I could lay down on my back along the sofa, without ever losing contact between my hardness and my wife’s pussy. Only now, I had Ellie lifting a knee over my head, and gently touching her soaking pussy down over my willing mouth.

  I was on a short fuse by then, but had just enough left in my tank to enjoy the intense flavor of our new French friend’s pussy.

  Then my own monumental climax was building, and not only did I feel my wife responding to it by shifting into higher gear, but Ellie began to grind herself down on my eager mouth with more fury.

  When it hit me, it seemed to hit all of us, a tsunami overwhelming us, knocking us over, leaving us helpless in its wake. I’ve never felt such a thing before in my life. The earth truly rocked -- and it left us lying stretched out on the sofa, desperately gasping for breath, crying out, laughing, shouting.

  10

  In the morning, we slept in late into the Friday. I woke first and for a long while, just gazed at the two of them sleeping there in our bed together, just plain astonished at what had gone on that night, and the fact that I had ended up falling asleep with two such stunning women.

  And combined with the knowledge that my Ana was now with child — it was one of those perfect moments that I hoped I’d always remember.

  As I showered, however, I wondered how long a perfect moment could last, and how the relationship between the three of us would be now that Ana had opened me up to experiencing Ellie.

>   A little later we had brunch together and it was a wonderfully cheerful affair, not least because the pregnancy was now out there - but there was no mention over eggs or bacon or pancakes or fruit or croissants regarding our wild night together. When it came time to say goodbye to Ellie, both Ana and I received the European kisses on the cheeks from Ellie, as she thanked us for a lovely Thanksgiving.

  Ana and I did nothing but sleep the next few nights, and even as we reached mid-week I didn’t feel I could bring up the subject of Ellie. I felt more comfortable just dropping it, assuming that what had happened between the three of us had been a one-off, celebrating Thanksgiving or the pregnancy, or the completion of the house, or all three.

  Then Saturday arrived, and in the early evening Ana was getting ready to go out on a date again, and I was only too pleased that things had gone back to relative normality again. I could watch my wife getting dressed up for her evening with a beautiful woman, I could see the trouble she went to ensure her make-up was perfect, her outfit was sophisticated and her underwear seriously sexy, knowing that later that night she would be locked in sweet embrace with the exquisite Ellie once again.

  With Ana heading out the front door, I asked her: “Are you staying over at her place tonight? Or should I make myself scarce tonight?

  Ana gave me a mischievous grin and kissed my lips. “We’re going dancing,” she said, “and then we’ll decide if we’re coming back here or to her place.”

  “Oh,” I said, feeling a little crestfallen.

  “But you should go see that movie you wanted to see, right?”

  “I suppose so.”

  “And then if we go back to her place, I’ll give you a call later.”

  “Right.”

  “And if we decide to come back here instead,” she said, “then you can take it we’ve decided you can join us if you’d like.”

  “Really?” I felt myself light up at that suggestion.

  That night I could hardly focus on the movie I’d gone out to see for hoping that I might get another chance to witness my wife and Ellie indulging in each other, even if I was only watching this time rather than getting involved.

  And that night, I did indeed return home to find the two of them there, upstairs in the bedroom, whereupon I was welcomed in before being stripped and fucked within an inch of my life by two incredible women.

  What can I say? It was the most incredible year. Ana and Ellie kept dating, and when they felt like an evening for just the two of them, they hung out at Ellie’s apartment and I was happy to give them their space. When they wanted my company, I’d come home on a Saturday night to find them there, in various states of undress, ready for three to be a crowd.

  Steadily through the year Ana’s belly grew, and her libido never seemed to tail off. But we knew time was running out. Ellie was going to have to return to France that summer when school broke up, and our lives were about to change forever bringing a new baby into the world.

  When the time came to part, there were promises all round for Ellie to come back, or for us to visit France once our little one, Charlotte, was ready to cope with a transatlantic flight. And we did keep in touch, becoming close friends albeit long-distance.

  In the mean time, I did find myself wondering sometimes if Ana would ever reconnect with that adventurous side of herself again. It took both of us a few months to get interested in sex again after Charlotte arrived, and the challenging first few months of coping with a new baby.

  But then one evening when Charlotte was about seven months old, I came home from work one evening to find Ana bearing a mischievous smile.

  “What?” I asked her.

  “Somebody was hitting on me at baby swim class today,” she said.

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  A Little Fantasy Never Hurt

  Was it a shock to find out my fiancée fantasized about sleeping with other men? Not really. I mean, I’d never really thought about it before that fateful day when she caught me checking out another woman’s ass. But guys fantasize about other women, right?

  I guess in the early days of our relationship, I had mentally set her up as whiter-than-white, as someone who hadn’t even really had sex with other guys before me, certainly not proper sex, and as soon as I’d come along she’d only ever had eyes for me. That hadn’t been true, of course, but that was how my subconscious set things up. Then as our relationship had settled, and I’d popped the question at the tender age of 27, my imagination had continued to project her purity, her innocence.

  She never had been a pure innocent, though. It was just a projection my brain created to reassure me. No, Nina was a regular girl in all respects, albeit an attractive one thanks to her long dark hair, her dark eyes, her pretty smile, her smooth lightly tanned skin. She’d had plenty of boyfriends before me, she’d lost her virginity long ago in a high school far, far away, and as soon as she first took me to her bed it was clear she had skills between the sheets that must have come from somewhere.

  But I was a guy, a regular guy, so my brain kept me safe from hurtful jealousy.

  Nina was always quite flirty with other people — on nights out with our friends, at dinner parties, at summer barbecues, at the mall while out shopping, whatever. But she was that way with most — male or female — always trying to make people smile, making light of life around us, so I just accepted it early on, and hardly thought about it.

  But it was logical, with hindsight, that she would be just like anyone else and occasionally fantasize about seducing other men. Guys are lying if they say they don’t.

  And then we were at the movies, queuing for the new Star Wars, no less, and my eye fell lazily to the posterior of the young woman standing a little way in front of us wearing leggings that really ought to have been in some gym somewhere, not a movie theater for a 12A movie.

  “Sorry,” I’d said immediately Nina had pointed out that the girl in the leggings did, indeed, have a nice ass.

  “What are you apologizing for?” Nina laughed. “If she didn’t want people staring at it, she wouldn’t have worn an outfit like that.”

  “Well, yeah, I know…” I mumbled.

  My soon-to-be-wife rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “You don’t have to avoid looking at any other woman just because we’re about to get married,” she’d said. “This isn’t Saudi Arabia, you know.”

  “But, I shouldn’t.”

  To be honest, I was a little surprised she hadn’t started mercilessly teasing me, ripping me to shreds for trying to subtly gaze at some younger woman’s bubble butt. I didn’t quite know what to say to this strange tolerance of hers. My instincts told me it was a trap, a test thrown at me prior to our wedding, to make doubly sure Nina wasn’t making a huge mistake.

  Then she said, “I look at other guys sometimes.”

  “You do?” Astonishment. Couldn’t hide it.

  “Sure. That guy over there in the other line, you see him? You see his tight jeans?”

  I glanced over, trying to look without seeming to stare, not least because this was me staring at some other guy — and more specifically, his crotch.

  “I guess…”

  He did seem to be wearing jeans a size or two too small. Skinny jeans for a not-so-skinny guy. And yes, he did have a noticeable package, something I could see might draw female eyes if they were looking for something a little risqué.

  “So maybe I was checking him out,” Nina said. “Does that bother you?”

  “I guess not,” I said cautiously, shrugging for effect, though I had a strange feeling, as though someone had dropped a hefty load of gravel into my stomach — and at the same time my manhood appeared to be thickening inside my pants.

  I liked the thought of Nina checking that guy out.

  The line had moved on, and the girl in the leggings was now sauntering over to the popcorn stand with her gaggle of girlfriends, and I have to admit my eyes did latch onto the pleasing lines of her shapely rear just for one moment more.

  “You h
ave good taste,” Nina smirked, noticing my additional glance toward the forbidden fruit. “She might be a little young for you, though.”

  That had made me chuckle. “I wasn’t thinking about sleeping with her,” I insisted, and it was actually the truth. I think women often jump to conclusions about guys, and quite often they might get it right — but we look at attractive women, and we’re not necessarily always fantasizing about sleeping with them. It is possible for this particular gender to simply appreciate the aesthetics of femininity without trying to mentally corrupt it.

  “Oh, you weren’t?”

  “Why, were you imagining yourself with him?” I asked her, teasing her a little, not really expecting much of a reply.

  “Of course. Look at that thing.”

  Subconsciously, consciously, I don’t know, when she said that I couldn’t avoid looking over again. The guy’s jeans did make it look as though he’d needed a shoe horn to wedge his unit in there. I guess he did have a pretty big one. Maybe he had reason to show it off. But I looked at it and the thought that took hold of me was of my naughty Nina imagining herself taking it, in some darkened alcove in this theater, or perhaps in some sleazy motel somewhere.

  It actually turned me on to think of her lusting after this other guy, to know that she was picturing having him squeeze that huge thing inside her.

  “Oh,” was all I said. And then it was time to pick up our tickets from the kiosk.

  Tickets in hand, we by-passed the refreshments stand since the length of the lines suggest we wouldn’t get into the theater, let alone getting decent seats, before the infamous yellow words started scrolling up the backdrop of a galaxy far, far away. I followed Nina into the auditorium, and didn’t think twice about taking whichever seats she chose — until I noticed that she sat down next to the guy with the tight jeans.