Friends with Benefits

To cleanse the palate, a story from another lifetime. No drama, no tension, and no burning bitches or bastards. Just good, clean fun among consenting adults, with lots of sex and hardly any plot.

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When Kathy and I decided to begin swinging, our goal was to add some fun and excitement to our lives, step outside of our comfort zone, experience new adventures together, and fulfill a few fantasies that we never imagined would ever become reality. We "played the field" in those early months after making that decision, shared some wild experiences, and checked more than a few items off of our fantasy bucket list. After a few months, however, we realized that we both wanted something more.

We both agreed that the "something" we wanted was to find another couple like us who could become our "friends with benefits." Although it was fun hooking up with other couples sexually, we wanted to find a couple that we could connect with both inside and outside of the bedroom. When I came across the online profile of Rob and Charlotte on our favorite swinger's website, I had a good feeling that they could be that couple.

Unlike many of the online profiles that featured gratuitous photos of naked body parts and explicit sex acts, Rob and Charlotte's photos were discreet and tasteful, similar to ours. In my correspondence with Rob (it seemed as though it was always the two husbands who interacted online), he seemed intelligent and articulate, with a good sense of humor. We grew comfortable enough with each other that we shared our private photos, which revealed our faces. That is when I knew I had to meet this couple.

Some women can best be described as "beautiful" or "gorgeous." For others, "cute" seems to fit better. Charlotte's best-fitting description was "pretty." She was practically the dictionary definition of the word. She wore a graceful smile in her photo, and her stunning blue eyes sparkled. She had a flawless complexion and dark, lustrous, shoulder-length hair. It was her eyes, however, that enchanted me from the moment I saw them.

As for Rob, he appeared handsome and fit. I instantly knew that Kathy would go for him, as she always had a strange attraction to bald men. Sure enough, when I showed her their photo, she gave me her instant approval to arrange a meeting.

We arrived at the bar about five minutes ahead of our scheduled meeting time and secured a table for four. When Rob and Charlotte arrived, I practically leaped out of my chair to greet them. She was even prettier in person, and he seemed like a genuine, down-to-earth type of guy. It seemed almost too good to be true.

We ordered our drinks from the waitress and engaged in mild chit-chat about the commute to the bar, the weather, and other banalities. If anyone had overheard our conversation at that point, it would have been difficult to believe our reason for meeting. Charlotte carried herself with such dignified grace that I couldn't believe she was the type of woman who would fuck another man besides her husband for the sheer fun of it. I had learned that it's impossible to predict how any woman will behave behind bedroom doors simply by her outward appearance.

Our conversation continued over another round of drinks, punctuated by several periods of awkward silence. We discussed our families, our careers, our travel experiences, and other topics that any two normal couples would discuss in polite company. Strangely enough, the one topic we managed to avoid throughout the evening was our reason for meeting in the first place. After our second round of drinks were emptied, Rob asked for the check. We shook hands politely and went our separate ways for the night.

"What did you think?" Kathy asked me as I backed the car out of the parking spot.

"They're nice," I said. "Very quiet, but nice. What did you think of them?"

"The same, I guess. Quiet and nice. I'm not sure that they liked us."

"I kind of got the same feeling," I responded. "I'd be surprised if they wanted to meet again. I couldn't even get Charlotte to make extended eye contact with me."

"Hey, I tried to be your wing man," Kathy said. Since we began swinging, she took great pride in being the ultimate wing man. "I threw out a few innuendos and tried to steer the conversation in a sexier direction."

"I know you did, honey," I said with a chuckle. "They didn't take the bait. Like you said, I think that maybe they didn't like us, so they purposely avoided any sex talk."

"What's not to like about all of this?" she responded, puffing out her chest and waving her hands over her body in a mock display of incredulity.

I couldn't help but laugh. She has always had a way of turning a seemingly negative situation on its head and putting things in proper perspective. She also had a point. There was nothing not to like about Kathy, that's for sure. She had dazzling green eyes, a cute face, a bright smile, beautiful red hair, and a well-proportioned and petite body. I considered myself to be attractive as well; at least, I never seemed to have much trouble attracting women. Attraction is a funny thing, though. Everyone has his or her own peculiar tastes. Maybe Charlotte was into bald guys, too.

When we arrived back home, I booted up the laptop to send a quick thank you message to Rob. It would be the standard "it was nice meeting you" type of message, which I was certain would be followed by a "it was nice meeting you, too, but" type of message. Instead, when I logged in to our website, I found that Rob had beat me to the punch. A message was waiting for me in our in-box.

I opened the message and was stunned to discover that his "it was nice meeting you" note was followed by "and Charlotte and I would like to meet you again sometime. How does next weekend look for you?" I called Kathy into the room and she shook her head alongside me and smiled.

"I guess we still got it!" she remarked, and then sashayed from the room, smacking herself on the ass.

We agreed to meet them at a popular old fishing town in New England that was roughly the same distance away from both our homes. We met them in a parking garage and strolled down cobblestone paths together, past quaint little shops and Irish pubs, toward a restaurant that overlooked the ocean. Just before we reached the entrance, Kathy stopped us.

"I have an idea," she said with a naughty grin. She released my hand and took Rob by the hand. She then took Charlotte's hand and placed it in mine, causing instant electrical sensations within me. "No one knows any of us here, so let's pretend we're with each other."

Rob grinned from ear to ear and looked at me for my approval. I simply smiled and shrugged. "That's fine with me," I said. I then turned to Charlotte. "Is that okay with you, wifey?" Her bright smile answered that question.

That little ploy by my wing man seemed to break the ice. Both Rob and Charlotte seemed more at ease than they appeared during our first meeting, and the conversation flowed more naturally. At one point, I placed my hand on Charlotte's knee. She responded by placing her hand over mine and gently caressed it. For the first time, I felt as though there were mutual attraction between us.

"I have to say, my wife looks stunning tonight," Rob said, turning to Kathy. "Doesn't she, Joe?"

I laughed and agreed wholeheartedly with his remark. Always prepared with a sarcastic quip, Kathy turned to him and said, "You're just trying to get in my pants."

We all laughed at her retort. She then took him by the chin and said, "That was sweet of you to say, though. Thank you, honey." She then leaned forward and kissed him. Given our public surroundings, their kiss seemed to linger a bit inappropriately.

I turned to Charlotte. She looked at me with those gorgeous blue eyes and flashed me an uncomfortable smile. I saw my window of opportunity and went for it. I leaned toward her. She closed her eyes and met my lips with hers. More electricity coursed through my body. She was a very good kisser. Soft and passionate. I could have kissed her all night.

When I opened my eyes and peered across the table, both Rob and Kathy were grinning as though we were all in on a dirty little secret. Which, I suppose, we were. We lingered over our last order of drinks and began the journey back to the parking garage. Just as we had done on the walk to the restaurant, we held hands. This time, however, we held different hands.

When we reached the garage, we found a darkened corner and made out like two teenaged couples out on a Friday night after curfew. Hands and mouths roamed as we explored each other's bodies for the first time. After several minutes, we slowly parted and agreed to meet again soon.

On the drive home, Kathy revealed that at one point in the evening, she reached under the table and grabbed Rob's cock.

"I had to see what I might be working with," she said sheepishly.

"And?" I chuckled.

"It's enough," she said with a sexy grin. She then reached across and caressed my cock through my pants.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"I'm fucking horny," she said. "I can't wait until we get home."

She unzipped my fly, pulled out my cock, and stroked it to fullness. She then unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned into my lap, wrapping her lips around it.

"You're gonna make me crash," I said, trying desperately to work the steering wheel around her bobbing head.

"Just concentrate on the road," she said, "and I'll concentrate on this."

She went back to work, swallowing my length over and over, bringing me to the brink in no time. Just as I thought I might explode, she withdrew her mouth and sat back in her seat.

"What the fuck?" I said, breathing heavily.

"You need to save that for me when we get home," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as my dick twitched mercilessly. "That was just a warm-up."

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Two weeks passed before we saw Rob and Charlotte again, as Rob needed to convince his parents to watch their young son overnight at their home nearby. We met them at their house, which was more than an hour away from ours. We were greeted warmly at the door, as if we had been close friends for years. Charlotte treated us all to a delicious home-cooked meal, and Rob supplied us with after-meal Margaritas in the living room.

Although we were all having a very good time, there was a certain uncomfortable tension lingering in the room, as we were all keenly aware of why we were together. Rob attempted to break that tension by producing a deck of playing cards. After shuffling them dramatically, he asked each of us to pick one and hold it face-down.

"Okay," he said, once everyone had selected a card, "whoever has the low card has to remove an article of clothing."

"What are we, in high school?" Kathy protested.

"Just pipe down and play along," he responded.

One by one, we each turned over our card. Rob, the last to flip over his card, ended up with the low card - to Kathy and Charlotte's great delight. After an exaggerated pause, he reached down and took off one of his shoes. The ladies serenaded him with boos. Kathy, having had one or two drinks beyond her normal limit at that point, was the louder of the two protesters and called him a few choice words.

"Fine," he said, and removed his shirt. Kathy whooped and howled in her victory. Rob and I were similarly built, with broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a little softness around the middle. He also sported a couple of tattoos. One appeared to be a Greek symbol, and the other depicted a cartoon character. Naturally, Kathy couldn't let that pass without comment.

"Speedy Gonzalez?" she shrieked. "I hope that isn't Charlotte's nickname for you in the bedroom!"

Charlotte nearly choked on her drink at that point, and we all laughed at Rob's expense as he folded his arms and tried to think of a snappy comeback.

"We'll see about that," was all he could come up with on short notice.

Just as we had managed to quell our laughter, Rob drew the lowest card again the next round, prompting another roar at his expense. This time, he dropped his pants and stood in the center of the room wearing only his boxer briefs and a pair of black socks.

"Happy now?" he said to Kathy.

"I don't know yet," she said, surveying him from head to toe. "I'll let you know after you lose one more round."

We each selected another card, and Charlotte drew the lowest card. I assumed she would remove her shirt, but instead, she lowered her pants. As she was a bit flat-chested, I assumed she was self-conscious about removing her top. That was fine by me, however, as I have always appreciated a woman's legs and buttocks more than her chest. Charlotte had smooth and shapely legs, and when she performed a little pirouette for us, I got a glimpse of her firm, round, ass. Rob looked to me as if to assess my approval, and I gave him a wink and a nod.

Kathy drew the next low card and wasted no time removing her top.

"See?" she taunted Rob. "That's how you do it, you big pussy. Notice my shoes are still on!"

I couldn't help but notice how far my wife had emerged from her shell since we began swinging. She had been relatively quiet and demure for the first seventeen years of our marriage. Since we decided to take the plunge, she had blossomed into this outgoing, fun-loving woman who loved to trade insults and taunts with every guy she met. It was a remarkable evolution in personality over such a short period of time, and I couldn't help but wonder if she had been repressing that side of herself for so many years while playing the role of wife and mother.

Kathy suddenly turned to me and noticed that I was still fully-clothed. "What's up with that?" she said to Rob and Charlotte. "That hardly seems fair, does it?" With that, she lifted my shirt over my head.

"That kind of defeats the purpose of the game, doesn't it?" I teased her.

"Fuck the game," she said. "Let's just get naked."

With that, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, and then quickly kicked off her shoes and dropped her pants. As she never wore underwear back then, she was now completely naked. She strolled across the room to the beat of the music playing in the background and proceeded to give Rob a professional-quality lap dance.

As Kathy grinded her hips on Rob's lap, I looked across the room at Charlotte and simply smiled and shrugged. Once again, my wing man had left me in a position for which I had no choice but to make a move. I patted the couch next to me and motioned for Charlotte to join me. As soon as she sat down, I placed my hand around her neck and pulled her toward me.

Her lips were so soft, it felt as though they melted in my mouth. As we kissed, I softly caressed her legs, savoring every smooth contour. I began kissing her neck and she moaned softly. As I progressively worked my way to her earlobe, I snuck a peak at the other side of the room and saw that Kathy and Rob were making out as well. She was straddling him while he sat in his chair, and she was gyrating on top of him.

Our hot-and-heavy group makeout session continued for quite a while until Rob suddenly asked if we'd like to move the party to their bedroom. When Kathy got off his lap, Rob stood and removed his boxer briefs. His fully-erect cock bobbed like a spring. I was relieved to see that he was no better hung than I was. (Guys are competitive by nature, especially when it comes to that.)

Rob and Kathy strode naked up the stairs and rounded the corner, while Charlotte and I followed, half-dressed. Once we all reached the bedroom, Charlotte and I removed the rest of our clothes. Rob had excused himself to the bathroom, leaving Kathy lying alone on the bed, naked and horny. I wasn't sure if Rob would be okay with me doing anything with his wife while he wasn't there, so I crawled on top of Kathy and kissed her.

By the time he returned from the bathroom, I had made my way down to Kathy's breasts. I took each one into my mouth and sucked her nipples just the way she liked. She moaned in response, and ran her fingernails through my hair. I worked my way further down and teased her with my tongue, causing her to squirm.

As I lightly flicked my tongue over her clit, I glanced to my right and saw that Charlotte was straddling Rob. Her leg was only inches from my hand, so I reached over and gently stroked her calves while I continued to work my tongue over Kathy's clit. Charlotte moved further down the bed in order to use her mouth on Rob, and that gave me access to her backside as well. I ran my palm around one firm cheek and across the other. As I swept back around, I lightly brushed my fingertips between her legs, briefly touching her pussy. I could hear her moan with her mouth full.

Kathy's grip on the back of my head became more intense, and I could tell she was really enjoying herself. I glanced up and saw that she was lying side-by-side with Rob, and they were kissing. His hand was squeezing her tits, and although my line of sight was obscured, I could tell that her hand was wrapped around the base of his cock while Charlotte continued to suck it.

Kathy abruptly pulled away from me and rolled on top of Rob, leaving Charlotte at the foot of the bed beside me. I guided her to the other side of the bed and positioned myself on top of her. Just as I had done with Kathy, I worked my way down to her breasts. She seemed less receptive to that, so I continued my journey south. I was intrigued to discover that she had a small, well-groomed tuft of pubic hair. Kathy had been shaving her pussy for so long, I had forgotten what that was like.

As I worked my tongue along her labia and made small circles around her clit, I peeked with one eye to see what was happening on the other side of the bed. Kathy's long, curly, red hair was bobbing up and down at a steady pace, and I knew that Rob was receiving the ultimate pleasure. Leading up to our first swinging experience, Kathy (always a competitive spirit) had insisted that she wanted to be the best cocksucker on the planet. I spent hours teaching her precisely the techniques that I enjoy. It was a difficult task, but someone had to do it.

Just as I thought I was getting Charlotte close to an orgasm, she pulled me by the shoulders toward the head of the bed.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

I scrambled off the bed to find my pants, as I had placed a condom in my front pocket. By the time I found my pants and unwrapped the condom, I had lost my hard-on. I approached Charlotte's side of the bed with a sheepish expression and she seemed to instantly understand what had happened. I kneeled next to her pillow and she took my cock in her mouth. Those warm, soft, lips restored my cock to fullness in no time.

As Charlotte worked on my pole, I watched as Kathy placed a condom on Rob's cock and guided it inside her as she lay on her back. He thrust into her hard, and she responded with a guttural moan. I took my cock out of Charlotte's mouth, wore the condom, and repositioned myself on top of her. She gave a softly muted moan when I entered her, and I kissed her gently as we rocked together in unison.

Fucking side-by-side is an incredibly arousing experience. It can also be incredibly distracting. As I fucked Charlotte, I couldn't help but pay attention to what was happening beside me. Rob was fucking my wife hard and fast, just as I know she likes it. Her legs were spread and she was moaning softly. He was whispering to her, and I strained to hear what he was saying. That is when I lost my erection for the second time.

It seems unfathomable that a man could lose his erection while simultaneously feeling so incredibly aroused, and yet it happens in swinging situations more often than not. It is a strange sort of sexual overload compounded by adrenaline, nervousness, and excitement. The penis tends to act independently of its owner, and at that moment my penis decided it needed a break. I felt myself grow soft inside of Charlotte, and any effort I made to recover only exacerbated the problem.