Friends with Benefits Ch. 05byclarkroberts©
"How was it?" asked my husband Bill.
He had picked me up and we were having brunch. The restaurant was crowded and busy on a Saturday morning. Clinking dishes and roaring conversation converged and echoed throughout the establishment.
I was tired and bit sore from a night of passionate sex with Bill's well hung best friend Victor. I put my coffee cup back down on its saucer, a bit of coffee swirled out of the cup and dripped onto the tablecloth.
"Do you want to hear about?' I asked luridly.
"Not particularly. I think what happened between you and Vic should stay between you two."
Bill forked scrambled eggs into his mouth, chewed, swallowed and asked, "Why, do you want to share details?"
"He's got a big cock," I blurted out.
Bill choked on his food. I patted his back rather briskly. We were sitting side by side instead of across from each other. He took a sip of water to wash it down then asked me red-faced, "Did you like it?"
"Yes." I replied honestly. "Bill look at me."
I waited for Bill to look me in my eyes, "I love you. I loved you before Vic and I love you now. You're the one who wanted to know how it was."
"So you're saying size doesn't matter?" he asked.
"Not exactly. I'm saying I love you for a million reasons not just your penis size. But, to be honest Vic's size did add to my pleasure."
Bill didn't say anything. I reached under the table and grabbed his crotch my action hidden by the tablecloth. He was hard. I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He grinned widely when I began stroking it.
"Are you sure you don't want to hear a few details?" I cooed.
He shook his head, "No Stella. I really do think that should be private, just between you and Vic. It does excite me that you were with him and he pleasured you but he's too close of a friend to hear more. It's enough to know Victor and you are friends with benefits."
"I'm not sure I understand," I stated as I continued fondling his hard dick under the table.
"Vic's my best friend and I know he cares about you. I know you care for Vic and you're my wife. There's just too much emotional baggage attached for me to hear details. But, like I said it does excite me to know he gratified you. Did you gratify him?"
I stopped manipulating Bill's cock momentarily I was surprised by the question. I smiled and began jacking my husband off in earnest. I lowered my voice so only Bill could hear me in the busy restaurant. "I don't know, I think he did, he sure cummed a lot. Would you like to cum, Bill?"
Crimsoned face he nodded his head. He was panting. He clutched the table so hard I was afraid he might turn it over. I fisted his cock with rapid-fire strokes. Bill's face redden even more then his eyes rolled back into his head. I thought he might pass out. He growled, "Awwww!"
His cum splattered into the napkin in my hand I used to catch it. It felt warm and wet and filled the napkin. When I had milked the last drop of cum from his cock I dropped the napkin on the floor. I smiled, "Feel better, Baby?"
"Gosh, yes!" he hissed. Then he reached under the table and put his cock away before he zipped his pants. He looked me in the eye, "I love you. I love you for what you do for me and what you did for Vic. I'm sure he feels better too."
I giggled and asked, "How was your poker game? Did you win lots of money?"
"Let's just say I left with more than I started with."
Bill called for our check and we left the restaurant. I scooted next to him in the car and rested my head on his shoulder. I was relaxed and had a full belly, soon I was soundly dozing, before I knew it we were home.
"Stella, we're home," said Bill as he gently shook me awake. I yawned and then nodded that I understood.
"Come on." He grabbed my garment bags and led me into the house.
I kicked off my shoes in our bedroom while Bill put my things away. I went into the bathroom and began running a bubble-bath. I lit several aromatherapy candles scattered about the bathroom, soothing lavender, jasmine for relaxing muscles and bergamot for its uplifting properties. I turned off the overhead light and the bathroom glowed with candle light which added to the relaxed atmosphere. I inhaled deeply and slid into the warm water.
After letting me relax for several minutes Bill came into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. "How are you doing, Babe?"
"This feels great do you want to join me?"
"Naw, but I'd like to talk to you about something...maybe...awkward.... you may get mad at me...you may not want to talk to me again."
I sat up in the tub too quickly and water splashed out on the floor. "What's wrong Bill? Are you angry with me because I had sex with Victor after all?"
"Do you want to have sex with someone else?"
Bill laughed, "Goodness no."
He touched my shoulder and nudged me back down into the water. I looked into his eyes a bit reassured and slid back down into the relaxing warm water. "Bill what's wrong?"
"Baby, nothing's wrong. I'm not upset about you and Vic. Remember I set it up. I'm the guy who doesn't mind that his wife is having sex with a friend, I'm a wittol. I find it very exciting."
Bill took a wash rag and gently lathered my breasts with it. My nipples harden in response to his ministrations. I watched him intently and then he looked me lovingly in the eyes and kissed me. I kissed him back, sliding my tongue into his mouth momentarily.
He broke our kiss and said, "You know I love you, right?" I nodded and he continued, "Well, you know I was playing poker over with the guys..."
"Which guys?" I interrupted.
"My boss David, Greg and..."
"Greg your protégé?"
"Yeah, we played at Tyrone's apartment. He's gone to crap since his divorce."
I wrinkled my forehead and tried to picture the black couple during happier times. "Yeah, I remember Tyrone, he's a big guy right? Didn't he play football in college and his wife was a cheerleader?"
Bill nodded, "Yeah, anyway, we were playing cards and drinking beer and just being guys. I had put your panties from yesterday in my pocket..."
I cocked an eyebrow and asked, "Why did you put my worn panties in your pocket?"
He shrugged, "I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I guess I planned to sniff them and beat off when I got home."
"I'm not going to apologize for enjoying your scent. You really don't know how sexy and sexual you are, do you? Anyway, your panties were slightly sticking out of my pocket. I got up to get another beer Tyrone saw them and pulled them out of my pocket. He held them up and whistled and then he smelled them and then he passed them around to the other guys."
"Oh Bill I'll never be able to go to one of your company functions again." I felt my face flush red with embarrassment and I slid further down in the water until my head was under the water.
I popped back up and once again splashed water out of the tub. This time Bill was in the impact zone and the material of his trouser leg darken wetly.
He ignored the wetness and apologized, "I'm sorry. I never meant for you to get embarrassed but the fact of the matter is you're a sexy woman and your pussy aroma is very exciting. You should understand the power of scent with all these candles lit up."
Giggling I said, "You've got a point. I guess that's why women have a scent any way, to entice men. But, it's still embarrassing."
"I never meant for you to be embarrassed. After they passed around your panties they started telling me how lucky I was to have you. I agreed with them."
I said, "Thank you."
He kissed me and then continued. "They started moaning about their lack of sex. Tyrone hasn't had any since before his divorce."
Once again I interrupted Bill, "I'm surprised about that, as good looking as he is I would think women would be falling all over him."
Patiently Bill shook his head negatively, "Naw, he's been too hurt, but he's awful lonely. David's wife's hasn't been in the mood for sex since she started menopause. And Greg is such a geek; he doesn't have enough confidence to even ask a girl out."
"That must have been quit a conversation."
He nodded. "It got me thinking. Thinking maybe you might be willing to broaden our circle of friends with benefits."
My mouth dropped open and I didn't say anything for several moments. Bill remained silent waiting for my response. "You want me to fuck more of your friends? Do you think I'm some kind of cum dump for your friends? Is that the only way you can get excited anymore? Do you think I'm a slut that will drop my panties for anyone you point out?"
Bill sat silently with his arms folded across his chest letting me vent. He had a pained expression on his face. When I was finished he said simply, "Stella, I don't think you're a cum dump. I'm sorry I brought it up. For what it's worth I think you're the sexiest woman on the planet. I know I'm lucky to have you. I know you could have any man but you chose me and I love you for it."
He walked out of the bathroom and left me to soak. My mind was a whirl with thoughts of what Bill had brought up. I wondered if I had over reacted. I had after all enthusiastically fucked his best friend last night. In fact I planned to fuck Vic again, soon, very soon. Bill and I hadn't discussed if Vic and I would or could get together again.
I got out of the tub and dried off. I slipped on my pink terry clothed robe and wrapped my long black hair up in a towel. I went looking for Bill. He was on the back deck sipping on a beer. I grabbed a glass of chilled wine and joined him at the table.
I kissed him and sat down, "Sorry, I got angry."
"I didn't mean to offend you," he replied.
"Can I see Vic again?" I asked finally.
"You can if you want. That's up to you and him." He replied then he took a swig of beer.
I sipped my wine then asked, "You won't be upset?"
"Stella, I figured if you had sex with Vic once you would probably want to again. I would have been surprised if you didn't. So no, I'm not upset. I'm sorry I upset you. I love you so much."
I took his hand in mine, "Bill, I love you too. It took me awhile to understand why you wanted me to get with Victor and like you've said there is an emotional attachment to him. I care about him and he cares about me which added to the sex. I just don't understand why you want me to fuck your boss and colleagues, I barely know them."
"It's hard for me to explain so I guess it would be hard for you to understand. First, I don't think you're a slut and I don't want you to be a cum-dump for my friends."
He squeezed my hands and continued, "Second, I know you love me as much as I love you. What we are talking about here is sex. You had an emotional bond with Vic because of our years of friendship yet, I knew if you had sex with him it wasn't going to change the way we love each other. In fact its deepen it."
"Okay, I understand the situation with Vic." I said.
Bill let go of my hands and untied my robe it hung open revealing my big breasts. He began caressing one and both nipples harden. "Like you said you barely know these guys, so it would be more of a sexual encounter than an emotional one."
"Baby, that feels good." I cooed as he continued manipulating my tits. I sat back in my chair and propped my legs in the chair beside me exposing more of my body to the sun. It warmed my skin the way Bill's attention was generating warmth deep in my belly.
He kissed me and gently pulled a nipple. I squealed with delight and Bill resumed, "you asked me if I wanted to watch you and Vic have sex. I didn't. I couldn't because of all the emotional ties..."
I interposed. "You want to watch me have sex with your three friends?"
"Yeah, I guess I do. It's called troilism. It refers to the erotic interest in watching one's romantic partner engage in sexual behavior with a third party."
"And that's what it takes to excite you? Since when?" I inquired.
Bill shook his head, "Not at all, it creates for me compersion."
"Compersion is a state of empathetic happiness and joy experienced when an individual's romantic partner experiences happiness and joy through an outside source."
I laughed, "It sounds like you've been reading psychology books again."
Bill laughed too, "No, I looked it up online."
He trailed his hand from my breast down my belly when it reached my naval I spread my legs for him. Inviting him to stimulate me even more. I tilted my head back and let the towel wrapped around my fall to the deck releasing my long locks. Bill inserted a finger into my throbbing twat I closed my eyes and moaned.
"Goodness, Stella, you are so wet. Does the thought of being shared excite you?"
Bill pressed his palm against my clit and an electrical pulse shot through my body. "Would you like to fuck my friends?" He teased my pussy sliding his finger in and out. He leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth.
I groaned with pleasure and encouraged him by holding his head to my breast and running my fingers through the back of his hair. "What did you have in mind I'm not saying yes and I'm not saying no. I want to hear what you're thinking."
He gently clamped my nipple between his teeth and pulled on it by tilting his head. My face contorted in pleasured pain until he let my nipple slip from his mouth. A soothing warmth developed deep in my belly. He kissed me hungrily, his tongue probing my mouth. "I have thought about it. I figured we'd just invite the guys over here, maybe tonight."
"Guys? You want me to fuck them at the same time?" My voice raised an octave in protest. "I'm not going to be some kind of fuck-doll in a gang bang."
Bill smiled and gently bit my earlobe, "You didn't let me finish. I know you wouldn't enjoy being mauled in a gang bang. Remember my joy comes from your joy, your pleasure. I'm not going to put you into a situation I know you won't enjoy."
"Then what are you proposing?" I moaned as Bill continued fingering me.
Bill explained his scheme to me while he danced his digit in and out of my sopping snatch. I had to admit that what he had in mind was exciting and adventurous. I mulled it over in my mind while Bill maneuvered his finger around my pussy.
Finally I agreed, "Okay, I'll do it but if I get uncomfortable or they get out of hand it's finished. Okay?"
"Agreed." Bill dropped to his knees and spun my chair away from the table. I lifted my legs onto the arms of my chair further splaying my bald cunt for my husband. His face disappeared between my legs. His tongue darted across my clit at light speed. I pushed down on the back of his head. He replaced his finger in my pussy with his thumb. I groaned enjoying the proceedings of the fatter and stubbier shape.
"That's it...Baby... Aww" I stammered.
An orgasmic wave was beginning to peak. Bill knew instinctively that I was close so he jammed a finger up my saturated butthole. I yelped at the intrusion. When Bill closed his thumb and finger together it let me know what a six-pack felt like and brought the wave of orgasm crashing down. I screamed as white light raced from my pussy to the pleasure centers of my brain.
Bill stood up as I recovered and I put my feet back down on the deck. He fished his cock out of his trousers and I took it into my mouth. I slowly inhaled it until my lips were pressed against his pubic hair. I paused letting Bill enjoy the sensation of my warm wet mouth. I could feel his dick throb against my tongue.
Then I slowly pulled my head back, enjoying the salty taste of his pre-cum. I sucked on the head and stroked his wet shaft. Bill groaned as I tongued his piss slit and jacked him faster. I knew he wouldn't last much longer as his dick helmet grew larger. I once again engulfed his whole cock down my throat and began swallowing as jets of jizz shot from his cock. Bill hollered in ecstasy.
I spit his cock out and wiped my mouth with the bath towel I had dropped on the deck. I smiled at my ability to swallow all the cum Bill had to offer. He suggested I go take a nap while he arranged for the evening's festivities.
Maybe this was what compersion looked like I recalled how attentive Bill had been when he had prepared me for my date with Victor. He seemed to enjoy the preparation and attention as much as I did. I went into our bedroom and collapsed on the bed and I slept rather soundly very much relaxed from my bath and orgasm.
A few hours later Bill woke me up. I yawned and stretched and felt refreshed. "The guys will be here in a couple of hours. We need to get you ready."
Bill had brought up a tray with soup, salad and ice tea. He went through my lingerie drawer while I ate. "That should do," he said as pulled out a wide black garter belt.
When I finished eating he had me lay across the bed on my belly. He poured a mixture of sandalwood, rose and orange blossom oils, all known aphrodisiac oils, into his palm. He rubbed his hands together to warm them. Satisfied he began to massage my naked backside from the soles of my feet to the top of my shoulders.
"That feels so good, Baby," I said relaxed. "Are you sure you don't want to call the boys back and tell them to forget it? You can fuck me all night long."
"Roll over." Bill commanded and I complied. "You are beautiful and sexy. I think you will enjoy all the attention and pleasure the guys will give you."
He massaged my breasts and my nipples responded to the warmth of his touch. He slowly and sensuously worked his way down my belly to between my thighs. He gently inserted a finger with a generous amount of oil into my vagina working his fingers until he was satisfied that I was producing enough of my own nectar. Then removed his finger from my pussy and rammed it roughly into my anus. I gasped at the sudden violation.
"Easy big guy." I warned.
"Sorry, we need to fix your hair and get your make up on." Bill held out his hands I grasped them and he pulled me up.
We went into the bathroom. Bill told me he wanted my long black hair pulled up into a sexy bun. I brushed my hair to the back of my head, pulled it into a pony tail and twisted it into a bun. Bill handed me bobby pins to hold it in place. While my arms where raised and my hands working at the back of my head Bill took the opportunity to stimulate my breasts by sucking on my nipples.
"You're not making this easy, you know." I commented.
"I'm not trying to make it easy. I'm trying to make it pleasurable. How am I doing?" He replied and playfully bit a nipple.
"You're driving me insane." I kissed him hard on the mouth. "Now what?"
"I watched the make-up artist the other day; let me try to apply your make-up." Bill took concealer and padded it under my eyes. Then applied a makeup base followed by eye liner. I closed my eyelids as he brushed on eye shadow. "Not bad." I complimented him.
"Here's a trick I'll do myself." I dabbed a finger into my lightest eye shadow color and then I press it into the inner corner of my eye where the upper lid meets the bottom lid. This made my eyes pop.
"That's good," said Bill. He then took my mascara wand and combed my eye lashes. He handed me the shade of red lipstick that he wanted me to wear. I puckered my lips in the mirror and colored my lips. He nodded pleased with the result. I was too.
He took me by the hand and led me back into the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed while he slid sheer black fishnet stockings up my legs caressing them up my thighs. He stood me up and then he knelt and placed my feet into my sexy black stiletto heels.
Then he wrapped a wide black garter around my waist. It was six inches of black stretch lace and had hooked on the side. Six inches of lace covered my lower belly from my naval to the cleft of my vulva. The black garter and stockings would highlight my bald pink pussy.