Wives with Benefits: Volume One (13 page)

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” he said, and leaned forward to shake my hand. 

Jesus. 

“You have a beautiful wife.”

“Thank you. She’s very taken with you.”

“You’re still up for this?” I asked Marissa. She had a broad grin plastered all over her face, which was still a little disbelieving, delighted and shocked and horny and scared all at once.

“You guys never did this before?” Daryl asked us, sounding incredulous, as though having a wife as hot as Marisa made it inevitable that I would want this kind of thing to happen.

“Nope,” she said.

I pulled myself up from the bed, heart pounding in my chest, grabbing a bathrobe from the floor by my bedside table, to sling around me and perhaps cover up the fact that my 40-year-old frame was not nearly so trim as this twenty-something Adonis who was about to play with my wife.

I crossed over to the chair in the corner of the room, made myself comfortable. The clock on Marissa’s bedside table read 3am. I guess when this was all over, if it went badly, we could almost dismiss this as some kind of drunken dream. It didn’t quite seem real.

Marissa was over the other side of the bed, smiling so broadly I wondered if it would hurt her mouth after a while. 

Daryl slowly padded over to her, allowing her to feast her eyes on his body. She placed her hands flat on his pectorals, and leaned up to kiss his mouth. 

I felt the burn inside my chest at seeing her kiss him. And yet I was tingling all over, my manhood stiffening as I watched there from my chair. I could see her hands slip down his body, feeling out his muscles, then checking out what he had to offer between his legs. 

She moaned appreciatively as she cupped his package.

I wished I’d had some alcohol myself. Not to be drunk out of my skull, but just something to cushion the feelings as she now ushered him to sit down on the edge of the bed — my side of the bed — before kneeling between his thighs, brushing her hair back behind her ears with her hands.

Then she was hooking her fingers in the waistband of his briefs, hauling them down over his thighs, his hardness springing up as she liberated it. He was gifted, she’d certainly selected well. On first seeing it, his length, his thickness, my wife just looked completely astonished. It really got me going — I guess in my fantasy, I’d always wanted to give her the most amazing experience.

I couldn’t conceal my little gasp as I saw her duck her head down, taking his tip inside her lips, sinking down on his shaft.

“Big enough for you?” I heard Daryl murmuring. 

Marissa merely moaned her affirmation. 

I craned my neck to see her sinking down on him, her hand aiding her mouth in pumping him, loving her new toy. She was letting out little contented noises, clearly enjoying handling a new cock, the first she’d had since we’d met what, eight or nine years previously.

I saw her brushing her dark hair back out of her face, but only on one side — obviously to make sure that I could see everything she was doing to this other man. It was hot, to know she was getting off on me watching.

He might not be touching her yet, but she was getting seriously turned on by this situation, by having a new cock to play with, and a husband who didn’t just approve of her doing it, but found it exciting himself to watch. 

Daryl seemed somewhat amazed by her, and that fed into my needs, too. To have Marissa desired by other men, recognized as the goddess she was.

She pulled off him, and her eyes were immediately on me, adoring her distant husband, seeking out my continuing approval. 

“Everything okay?” she asked with that sexy, mischievous, half-guilty grin while she pumped him with her hand.

“Absolutely,” I said, hands firmly gripping my thighs, not quite comfortable enough to feel like I could tend to my own arousal. “You look unbelievably beautiful, sweetheart.”

She gave an extra broad smile at that.

“He’s so big,” she said, “hard to get inside my mouth.”

“You love it,” Daryl chuckled as she resumed sucking on him, licking his tip or his shaft, even just running her nose along his length to inhale that scent of maleness that was not her husband. 

Keeping her hair back out of her face so that I could see it all. 

When her jaw got tired of his monumental size, she licked him like an ice-cream — looking at me with those naughty, teasing eyes as she did so, smiling at the affect she knew she was having on me. 

Yet also checking that I was really all right with this.

Jesus, I think that if she’d been sucking on me, by now I would have been coming powerfully in her mouth. I guess I wasn’t 23 years old any more. 

6

I remembered one of those Cosmo articles Marissa had quoted to me at bedtime, that the male libido peaks at 18 or 19, but that the female libido peaks in her thirties. The theory being that the male needs to get his seed out there as quickly as possible while he’s young and he hasn’t yet succumbed to nature’s dangers, while the female needs her peak just at the end of her fertility period to ensure she can breed as much as possible before her body shuts up shop.

Her assertion at the time was that the optimum pairing for explosive sex would be a 19-year-old man and a 35-year-old woman. Kind of hot when she’d said it. 

And here was a 32-year-old woman standing up, shoving a 23-year-old man back onto the bed so she could strip for him. 

Such a sexy sight, pulling off her shirt, tossing it impishly over toward me, removing her skirt and her hose, then her white lacy bra was gone, leaving her beautiful breasts and those impossibly hard little points of hers exposed to the air and the gaze of her besotted suitor.

Again brushing her cocoa hair out of her face, then peeling her little white lace panties off down her legs to reveal the tidy triangle of down covering her mound, throwing her underwear so it hit me gently in the face. 

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.”