Wives with Benefits: Volume Two

by Max Sebastian

  She was getting a lot of subtle — and some not-so-subtle — glances from men all around them on the dance floor, and seemed to be lapping it all up.

  And while she gazed into Julio’s eyes and felt him up every opportunity she got, Nina did look over to find where I was, and from then on continued to glance over my way, flashing me joyous smiles and enigmatic grins, teasing me as she enjoyed herself with this new man.

  Periodically they’d take a break from the music and swan over to me, where I was propping up the bar.

  “You should come dance!” she pleaded of me, but I was having far too good a time watching her to do so.

  “You look like you’re having a whale of a time with Julio,” I insisted.

  “I just worry about you sitting here all alone,” she pouted.

  “Well don’t. I’m having a wonderful time.”

  Julio offered me a pat on the shoulder and a broad smile, and told me what a fantastic dancer my wife was, how great she looked on the dance floor.

  “She’s a work of art, my friend. Truly.”

  It felt strange that he was attempting to butter me up, as though I were Nina’s father rather than her husband, and he was hoping some day to ask for her hand. I felt a little giddy perched there on my bar stool, watching him flirting with my wife, bewitching her.

  He seemed completely attuned to how I felt about her.

  “Well, enjoy, Julio. You have my blessing,” I said as the two of them readied themselves to stride back out into the lively dance floor.

  Julio’s smile broadened further still, offering me all those white teeth, as he caught my meaning.

  At last, with the sun going down behind us across the ocean, Nina and Julio hovered next to me after their most recent dance, and my wife was hugging herself as though cold.

  “I’m going to go put a few more clothes on,” she told me.

  “Sure,” I said, handing her our room key, since she’d left hers back in the room while out and about in that bikini.

  “Then I was going to go for a little walk with Julio…” she said, spurring a curious flickering, fluttering within my chest. Was she really going to go off with Julio and… do something significant?

  “Uh… sure… of course,” I blurted, feeling my pulse picking up, my manhood thickening in my pants.

  “We won’t be gone long,” she promised, but there was mischief in her eyes — and I was hoping it meant she was intending on doing something with Julio.

  “Thanks, man,” the big guy himself said to me, giving me another pat on the back as he followed her away, and off toward the hotel.

  God, he was going with her while she changed. Would they even need to go for a walk? Maybe something would happen while they were in the room.

  Had Nina finally caught on to exactly how I felt about her being with other men?

  She linked her arm in his as they went, and then it evolved so that her hand was around his waist, his around her butt, the two of them looking like a couple as I watched them wander around the pool and into the main hotel building.

  Now I was rock hard. I still felt a tingle of fear, of course, but more so the arousal, the excitement that something might really happen. Sure, in my head I would have ideally wanted to watch her with him, to take in her pleasure, and the strange sight of him taking her, entering her, making her scream. At the same time if Nina felt like she needed to start something away from the prying eyes of her husband, I could understand that, too.

  I didn’t feel it would be so bad for her to see him in her own private place, and tell me about it afterwards.

  I sat there on the bar stool, starting out on another pina colada, glancing at my watch every few seconds and then the hotel building, trying to imagine how long it would take them to walk up to our room, how long it might take Nina to pick out something extra to put on for the late evening, perhaps use the facilities while they were there, then come strolling casually back out here.

  I made an estimate, and figured that any time they spent beyond that had to prove that they were doing something in that room.

  And as that deadline neared, and I started to feel more and more certain the two of them must be doing something naughty in there, my pulse quickened further still, and it was suddenly a little more difficult to breathe there at the bar.

  My hope was really turning into confidence that my fantasy was becoming real here, tonight.

  And then there was Nina, arm-in-arm with Julio, slowly toddling back out from the hotel, to drift around the pool back toward me at the bar — and my hopes were dashed. She’d put on a white top and a wispy white shawl around her shoulders, while a short, dark skirt covered her hips.

  There might have been time for something, right? A little making out, a speedy blow job, right? But my brain was telling my energized frame that nothing much of anything could really have happened.

  Julio, though, came out of it a little better in my eyes. A true gentleman.

  “Hey,” Nina smiled and kissed me as they returned.

  “You look nice,” I said.

  Another smile. “Why don’t you come for a walk?” she suggested.

  I said, “Oh, you don’t need a third wheel handing around while you enjoy yourself.”

  She laughed. “Third wheel? You’re my husband.”

  “I’ll come if you like — but if you just wanted to enjoy a little time with Julio, here…”

  She looked at me with mild surprise, as though she wasn’t really expecting this. Even though I’d spent most of the evening watching her dancing with him, and I’d just watched her go off to a private room with him where anything might have happened, even if it ultimately hadn’t.

  “Come with us,” Julio urged me. “It’ll be good.”

  I settled my tab at the bar with the room key Nina handed back to me, and then all three of us drifted off to the path that wound along the shore at the top of the beach, Nina walking in between the two of us men, her arms linked into ours.

  “Look at them surfing,” she said, gazing out to the sea where three young guys were riding the waves, apparently unconcerned that it was getting dark.

  “The waves are good this time of year,” Julio said. “Not too small, not too dangerous.”

  “Can you surf in the dark?” I asked.

  “They’ll try, no doubt,” Julio chuckled.

  We walked a little further down the short, away from the resort, and the number of people walking past us dwindled to nothing. The light really was fading fast, and eventually we came to a point where it seemed like a good time to turn back.

  Was it odd, this relative stranger joining us like that? Spending time with us, so late in the evening?

  There was a long pause where small talk seemed exhausted, and I was feeling an odd trepidation — it felt to me that the realization of my strongest sexual fantasy was so very close, and yet how could I possibly broach the idea without seeming crass and loathsome?

  As though sensing what I was thinking, Julio said at last, “I’ve had a wonderful time spending time with you guys.”

  I said, “It’s been a great day. You’ve enjoyed it, haven’t you, Nina?”

  She squeezed both of our arms in hers. “Best day of the vacation so far!”

  Another pause. Then Julio said to me, “Your wife, she loves flirting with me, huh?”

  “She does,” I agreed. “She’s got a bit of a crush on you, Julio.”

  Nina said, “Hey!” and swatted me on the shoulder playfully as though I’d just revealed her dirty secret to the world.

  Julio said, “She likes teasing you and making you feel jealous, my man.”

  “Uh-huh,” I agreed again.

  “She thinks that you enjoy her flirting with me because it makes her want to go to bed with you,” he went on. Then, “But really… I think you really want her to go to bed with me.”

  I heard Nina catch her breath, shocked at what Julio had just said.

  But I’d been drinking cocktails al
l night, cocktails that were deceptively alcoholic. I was in that sweet spot of inebriation — warm, fired up, while my senses and my coordination were not yet spoiled.

  I said, “You’re probably right.”

  And Nina outright gasped. She insisted, “You like me fantasizing about other guys… because it makes me horny… for you.”

  She glanced warily up at Julio, who appeared amused at her mistranslation of my desires, and added: “He knows it really gets me fired up… and then sex is amazing between us…”

  But Julio calmly said, “He likes to show you off to other men, and he likes how excited you get flirting with other men. He wants to see how excited you get when you sleep with another man.”

  Nina seemed stunned. “I’m sorry…”

  Julio said, “Your husband wants you to sleep with me, and he wants to watch. Because he know that would turn you on like nothing else ever could.”

  In the light coming from the resort, even through Nina’s white top I could see her nipples were seriously hard.

  She looked at me, apparently horrified and intrigued in equal measures.

  “The man knows what he’s talking about,” I admitted.

  Nina stopped suddenly, releasing us from her grip. We walked on another step before we reacted and stopped as well.

  “We just got married,” she said.

  I felt my stomach lurch down, perhaps into my shoes. She was disgusted by me. I had wrecked our marriage before it had even really begun.

  She said to me, “You want to see other women, is that it?”

  “No, of course not!”

  “He wants to see only you,” Julio said, and his warm, confident tones were persuasive, I could see it in Nina’s face. “But he wants you to see whoever you want.”

  “How is that fair?” she asked, stepping forward toward us, her tone softening, the accusatory edge melting away.

  Julio laughed. “I’ve seen it before. The wife never thinks it’s fair. Always thinks there must be some conspiracy so the husband can cheat.”

  “I like the thought of you… being naughty,” I said, and I knew the alcohol was giving me the courage to tell her how I felt. Without it, I’d probably have been unable to quite express myself.

  “He’s a voyeur,” Julio beamed broadly, “and his favorite subject is you, Nina.”

  “Seriously?”

  “You should feel lucky. A husband like yours is one in a million.”

  Nina looked at me, “That day in the movie theater. Star Wars. You know I was just teasing you, right? About fantasizing about that guy sitting next to me.”

  I said, “I know.”

  “But you really were fantasizing about me… doing something with him?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “And earlier today… when I told you I wanted to go off with Julio… you know I was only teasing you too, right?”

  “I know.”

  “But you told me I could do whatever I wanted with him…” she said, mulling the words over, tasting them as they fell through her lips. “Jesus.”

  Julio took hold of her as he had when they were moving up against each other on the dance floor. Only this time he kissed her, long, deep. Nina was initially shocked — and then her eyes flicked over to me, and as she saw me watching, she seemed to accept that Julio had been right all along. Maybe I did enjoy this.

  She melted into Julio’s kiss and started enjoying it herself. My God, it was hot. They were like a couple of teenagers doing something naughty behind the bleachers. My heart was pounding. Julio was quite a kisser.

  Nina was moaning quietly as he wrapped his arms around her and sucked on her lips. Her hand rose to his face, her own face breaking out into a smile as she returned his kiss, growing in confidence that she wasn’t hurting her husband, that he was in fact thrilled by this.

  I watched them tangling tongues as Julio’s hands reached her breasts, tender together, their chemistry tangible.

  Jesus. It was really happening.

  A couple of young guys carrying surfboards went by us, and I felt somewhat awkward — but Nina and Julio continued, oblivious, exploring each other’s kiss as though it was the end of the world and they had only a limited time left.

  Finally, they broke apart, breathless, Nina looking amazed into Julio’s smiling eyes, and then at me, astonished.

  “That’s… really… what you want?” she said to me, finally getting out the words.

  A small part of me wanted to grab her and run for the hills — the paranoid part that looked at a specimen like Julio and assumed he could only mean to take my wife and leave me with nothing but divorce papers. But in my body it was majority rule, and the majority was buzzing about the idea of Nina taking Julio to heaven and back.

  “If you like him,” I said to her.

  *

  We walked back to the hotel in silence. Nina held my hand, stroking it, occasionally glancing at me with little silent questions that were all basically: “Are you serious about this?”

  I could only smile in return to reassure her. My mouth seemed locked, my tongue dry, unable to speak a word.

  Julio walked on in confidence, allowing us space, while allowing us to lead him where we wanted.

  We got to the edge of the resort, crossed through under the palm trees flanking the swimming pool, skirted round the pool itself, headed into the building.

  I felt lightheaded, giddy, as we walked through the well-lit hallways and corridors, passing the occasional fellow hotel guest, pushing on to the elevator and up to our room. There was something not quite real about all this. How could we really being doing this? How could I be letting a stranger into our bedroom to sleep with my wife?

  But I was. And I was sure of it. This I wanted.

  Inside the room, the heavy door clunked shut, and Julio strode in to check out the view from our windows. Nina just stood there, motionless, arms by her side, palms out to me, looking blankly at me as though to ask, “Well, what now?”

  I was feeling a little stunned, I didn’t know how this was going to go down. Maybe we needed alcohol? Maybe we needed to share some small talk until something happened. Maybe.

  Then Julio strode calmly over to Nina and took her in his arms, resuming their kiss. I was tingling all over, my vision even seemed to fizz a little. They were kissing each other as they had been down on the shore — but right now we were in complete privacy. They could take this as far as they wanted.

  Julio broke their kiss, finally, and stepped back. He pulled something from his pocket — and dropped it on the bedside table.

  A small pile of condoms.

  Oh my God.

  My heart was spinning in my chest. Nina looked to me, and I gave a shrug. I perched down on the sofa opposite the foot of the bed. Nina was just standing by the bed, stunned, as Julio tore off his shirt right in front of her, exposing his ripped chest. We’d seen that often enough around the pool, but he wasn’t stripping off to change for a swim.

  My wife burst out laughing as Julio stepped toward her, offering himself to her. She turned her head to look at me with that “seriously?” question in her face again.

  She looked at Julio, and then back at me before reaching for his belt, as though waiting for me to finally give in and reveal that it was, indeed, one great big prank I was playing on her.

  I just sat there and encouraged her.

  She perched on the edge of the bed and peeled off his pants, and though he was wearing fairly loose boxer shorts underneath, it was clear something significant was being stowed between his thighs.

  Julio grabbed Nina’s skirt and pulled it off, leaving her in her white tank top and panties. She let out a little squeal as he did it, too, not really expecting it. The three of us were just having a party, she seemed to believe, it wasn’t actually going to lead to anything.

  Only, it was.

  Julio stood there in just his boxer shorts, and he said in that deep, assured voice, “Go on, then.”

  Nina had quietened
, as the reality seemed to sink in.

  One more glance my way — a question in her eyes: are you really going to let me do this? But under the surface, underneath the veneer of traditional values, I could see that she was curious — curious to see how far I would allow her to take this, curious to see what Julio was actually packing under those boxers, curious to handle her first strange cock in five years.

  “He’s all yours,” I said, and she seemed to quietly gasp.

  She looked up at Julio’s warm, friendly but assertive face, then after a long hesitation, slipped her fingers under the waistband of the man’s boxers, then dragged them down over his hips, over the thickening beast he carried, over his thighs and down to the floor.

  “Oh… my… God…” she said.

  Julio shuffled forward, to stand between her knees, that enormous thing inches away from her and stiffening rapidly. She put her hands on his hips, then slid them across to the base of his cock, gauging his size, and the fact that he was so definitely not me, not her husband.

  Then I found myself gasping, and feeling a little light-headed, as I watched my beautiful bride open her mouth and stretch her lips around his huge tool.

  My new wife took another man’s cock inside her mouth.

  He was large, but she took him like an expert. Oh, I knew how good she was at giving head, but I’d never witnessed it from this perspective before. Facing an unfamiliar cock, much larger than her husband, I guess I’d just expected her to start nervously, perhaps not quite figuring out how to get it properly inside her mouth because of its unprecedented size. Only, she seemed to take to it like a duck to water. Using her mouth, her cheeks to stroke his shaft, bobbing on his length as though it were no problem at all.

  Moaning as though it was some delicious dessert she was enjoying.

  Julio slipped his hands down her top, inside her bra as she fucked him with her mouth. It seemed so familiar, so intimate, not the body language of strangers.

  I think I was just about getting used to the sight of my wife taking this stranger in her mouth when he withdrew from her, and helped her up to her feet. I felt another pulse of heat surge through my heart as he peeled her tank top up her body, over her breasts, and Nina lifted her arms for him to pull it off over her head. I was reminded, I guess, that the two of them intended to go much further, here, and Nina wasn’t only going to take that enormous lolling prick in her mouth.