Wives with Benefits: Volume One (17 page)

She pushed herself up from me, and the way she now looked down on me — fully confident, aware of her own power over me and of how she wanted to play it — sent a shiver down my spine.

“I bet he enjoyed that,” I said.

A grin, “I think by that time, he was thinking I was going to hold out on him.”

“And that would have been so cruel.”

She shuffled forward to straddle my stomach, and sat up to peel off her t-shirt. Her nipples were rock-hard, breasts just incredible, waiting to be touched.

I did my best to sit up, and pulled her to me, my hands gripping her waist as I touched my mouth to the soft taut skin of her stomach. The scent of sex was strong, intoxicating, exhilarating, and now I tasted the gentle saltiness of her skin, the traces of her exertions.

“So what, you were just having a drink with him, then you suddenly knelt down and sucked on his cock?” I teased her.

She grinned, “We were kissing for a while. A long while. I guess I used it to delay him. Until I… you know… knew you weren’t going to stop us.”

For some reason, the thought of her kissing Kurt, whoever he was, for a while — tenderly, hopefully, increasingly passionately — pained me more than the thought of his cock stretching her lips. I guess I wasn’t ready for my Bridget to have romantic feelings for someone else, and the thing about kissing is that it’s easy to get romance tangled in there, if it’s done right.

“He’s a good kisser?”

“Very.”

I shivered again, and didn’t want to hear about her kissing him.

Taking my pause as a prompt, Bridget went on, “I took off my shirt, and helped him out of his clothes, then we were on the bed, and his big cock was right there… and it wasn’t yours…”

She moaned as my hands wandered all over her soft breasts, teasing those hard nipples of hers, but at the same time my kisses dwelled around the waistband of her panties, I was hooked on that dark, dark scent that came from her arousal and what she’d done with another man in another bed.

I think the Bridget from earlier in our relationship would have giggled, pushed me back, made a play to grab hold of my cock. But this Bridget knew how I was wired, and was no longer uncertain about what did or did not turn me on.

So she lifted one knee, and the other, her body pushing me back and down on the bed, and her gloriously adulterous pussy was suddenly right there over my face, covered by only by thin, damp cotton.

That wicked aroma was so strong now, but for a moment or two she held herself up, away from me. “When I was finished with sucking on him,” she said, “so he didn’t blow too early, I stripped off my jeans and my panties, and I was touching myself for him.”

And here she was, my beautiful wife, who never liked to masturbate in front of me, her fingers strumming over her pussy as though it were some exquisite musical instrument.

“Just like this?”

“Just like this.”

She pulled her panties aside, and I found myself once again shocked and awed, her sweet pussy all rosy red and well-used by another man, glistening with moisture.

I kissed her soft, warm flesh beside that dewy flower, and she said: “Then he was ready again, protection in place, lying between my legs, and he stroked that huge great cock of his against me, against my…”

Was she trying to horrify me again? Test whether I was squeamish about someone else touching her like that?

I grabbed her hips, pulled her down to my hot, eager mouth, tasted her delicious tangy wetness. I ate her like a ravenous hound, indulging in her profuse moisture as it covered my face, the faint hint of latex only confirming what a bad girl she’d been, and fueling the lust that my primordial masculinity ingrained in me as a way to spread my seed instead of the male who had stolen her before.

She panted and groaned as my tongue slid into her, as my lips closed over her clit. And I had the most wonderful view of this sexy nymph up her body from there between her thighs.

“Oh God…” she moaned.

“How was it?” I demanded to know, snatching a breath while I continued to feast on her.

“Oh… so good…” she said. “He was so big… he stretched me… I’ve… I’ve never… felt that way before…”

Underneath her, I smiled, recognizing a few phrases from our role-playing days. But this sounded real from her now, not acted.

“Must have been more than just once,” I said.

“Four times,” she said, and if I had a hat, I’d have taken it off to the guy. “Including the time in the shower and after it.”

“After?”

“We got all cleaned up — I got all cleaned up — and then when I was drying off, and putting my clothes back on… he said he just had to have me one last time…”

“I’m not surprised.”

“And he had that big hard cock, and I just couldn’t say no…”

She moaned long and low, and suddenly forced herself down on me, taking charge. Now she was riding my face, taking what she wanted, I was little more than a witness. It was unbelievable, she’d never been like this before. I knew she was thinking about Kurt, filling her that final time before she came down to me, still smelling of him, perspiring from that last time, her pussy still wet and puffy from that final penetration.

She might even have lost herself in it, forgotten what was between her thighs as she reached a shuddering climax on my face. I loved every moment.

Then she pulled back, bringing herself back to this place, to her husband, giving me a little space to sit up again while she regained her breath, and have her pull my own t-shirt off, as she continued to straddle my lap.

“It was so amazing,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and my shoulders. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

We kissed, and now she was tasting herself on my mouth.

“How did you leave it with him?” I asked her.

“I swallowed his come,” she grinned, “and then he asked for my phone number.”

She lifted a knee, then swung it around so that she could kneel beside me on the bed, remove her panties, and then my pants to release my brutally hard cock.

“And you gave it to him?”

“What do you think?” she teased, her fingers wrapping around my shaft.

“I think you probably did,” I said.

“I did,” she said, holding my cock, looking at it as though it would tell her exactly what I thought of that. I guess it did, pulsing in her hands at the idea that her stranger might call on her again some time, for a little sequel to this stormy night.

Encouraged, she said, “He lives in Virginia, but it’s not far from DC.”

I felt a little tremble inside at the thought that my cautious Bridget might actually have a full-blown affair. It made me feel a little that there might be something wrong with me, but I was very much okay with that idea, so long as she included me in on the details any time something happened. That’s not to say it didn’t scare me, the possibility of feelings developing between them rising exponentially the more times they saw each other.

“You could meet him for dinner in the city sometimes,” I said, surprising even myself by how positive I managed to sound about it. “Stay in a hotel overnight.”

She felt my cock jump in her hands again, and this time actually looked up at my face, surprised that I might be in favor of such a thing.

“You know it would just be about the sex, right?” she asked, and now took my hardness inside her mouth, lashing me with her tongue.

“Of course,” I said. “As long as you’re careful, I’m sure it would be okay.”

Then she was turning, straddling me again, and this time positioning the tip of my hardness at her burning-hot pussy. She let out a little gasp as she sank down on me.

“Sore?”

“A little,” she nodded.

“He was big.”

“Uh-huh.”

Did she feel different, after taking a bigger cock all night? Perhaps. I glided into her easily enough, but it might have been because she was just so wet, after taking two different men inside her in one night.

God, the two of us were like animals, rutting away without a care whether people outside this room might overhear our grunts and our screams. I was under some kind of biological imperative to mate with this desirable female because she’d just been with another. She was still full of adrenalin after having some of the best sex of her life — and now I’d told her she could go on seeing Kurt, and even stay with him overnight, so long as she didn’t shut me out.

We didn’t get a lot of sleep that night. After the first time I came inside her, we both sprawled out on the bed, tired, but then not so long later, we both realized we couldn’t sleep with what was going on in our heads — and to our joint surprised my little fella revived itself in record time. I felt like an eighteen-year-old again.

Bridget was raring to go, and this time she showed me play-by-play how Kurt had taken her that night. I was fucking her from behind as she came the next time, her thighs locked between mine as I squeezed my hard cock into her increasingly sensitive pussy. We were standing when the next one came, and I don’t know when the last time was that we did that.

When she wanted me to come, she wanted it like the last time with Kurt. She knelt down and sucked on me, swallowing most of my seed but allowing some to splash over her face, her neck, her breasts.

Dirty girl.

*

In the morning, the snowstorm was gone, to be replaced by a light rain that helped to clear a lot of the roads. While we passed by exhausted and disgruntled travelers who’d been stranded overnight, we drove out of that place feeling energized and transformed by our unexpected stopover. Strange as it seemed, that night had brought us closer together. 

And strange as it seemed, we were now both looking forward to Bridget starting an affair.

Acknowledgements

As ever, thanks to the usual crew; my editor on this one, Sarah P., my beta readers Ian G. and Kenny Wright, along with fellow authors Ben Boswell, Kirsten McCurran and Sean Geist, always invaluable for discussing ideas on the subgenre.

Thanks to you, dear reader, for taking an interest in this book.  

Oh, and not forgetting my beloved wife, who as ever provides constant support, not to mention the inspiration and motivation to continue producing these stories.

- Max

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His wife flirts with other men. And he likes it.

Hugo and Madeleine Finnell move to New York looking for a way to end her depression — a bleakness so deep it’s left their five-year marriage in tatters. The change in scenery helps almost immediately. Madeleine crawls out of the solitude of the past three years a new woman. A sexual woman. The woman Hugo first fell in love with.

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MaxSebastian.net/madeleine-wakes/

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