Friends with Benefits Ch. 06

I closed my eyes ignoring the small crowd that had now gathered around the car. Slowly, leisurely I glided the handle of the duster in and out of my gushing gash enjoying the gratification of the penetration. I pressed my palm against my clit while trying to hold my panties out of the way.

"Aah! That's amazing!" I exclaimed with bated breath.

As my body took pleasure from masturbation,I heard Bill shout then he opened the car door. I felt the car shift as his weight hit the driver's seat followed by the angry slam of his door.

"Stella, what's gotten into you?" he hissed releasing his anger.

"The...feather...duster," I huffed too far gone to care.

Bill laughed which relieved his irritation. He kissed me as I manipulated the feather duster in and out of my cunt with an increased tempo. He could tell by my frantic actions and guttural groans that I was close to orgasm. He took each of my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and slowly increased the pressure on them until he pinched them like they were in a vice.

The pain plunged me over the abyss into pleasure. I blinked as rockets trailing red and white light exploded in my mind's eye. It seemed as if my entire pelvis contracted around the hard plastic handle of the feather duster. I screamed with blissful release, "Aya! Ayo!"

The crowd of onlookers clapped their approval of my performance. I turned red-faced as Bill started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. We continued our journey to Vic's.

He asked me without betraying any emotion, "What was that about?"

I shrugged, "I don't know...I was so horny...I don't know. I needed relief."

"And, the crowd?"

Embarrassed to look directly at Bill, I watched the passing traffic out the passenger side window. I tried to explain the motivation of my public masturbation. "I don't know there was this one guy. He was gawking at my maid's get-up and walked right into a parked car. It... I don't know...made me feel sexy... that I could have that effect on him. Then one thing led to another... by the time I noticed the crowd... I didn't care. Are you mad at me? Do you want to just go home?"

Bill patted my knee and lovingly squeezed my thigh, "I'm not angry and I'm not taking you home. I was just surprised that's all. I wasn't expecting a crowd around the car. I've pushed you to be more be more slutty, so how can I be upset with you when you act like a slut?"

I took Bill's hand in my hand and held it like lovers do. "Why do you like me to be slutty?"

"Stella, I love you. You are such a sexual person. You look the most beautiful when you cum."

"Why do you want to share me with Vic and the others?"

"The reason I share you with Vic is simple. He's our friend and he needs a woman since Jane died. Because he's a friend you have an emotional bond with him so its more than just sex with him. But, with the my work colleagues its purely sex and I know you enjoy both arrangements."

I looked over at my husband and tried to read his face, "And you? What do you get out of both arrangements?"

He looked over at me, his forehead crinkled, "I'm not sure I can explain it. I'm gratified by the fact that you are getting pleasured. I get a rush from the attention you draw and knowing that I created it."

"What?"

Bill sighed, "Okay, you said some guy noticed you in the parking lot and one thing led to another. That's thrilling to me. Those men around the car wanted to be with you and the women wanted to be you. I created that moment. I got you dressed up and sexed up to the point where you unashamedly masturbated in public. I feel so powerful because you are my sexual creation."

"You make it sound like you are Dr. Frankenstein and I'm the Monster."

Bill laughed and then in a more serious tone, "Stella, you're no monster. Let me ask this, would you have bought all that sexy lingerie to have sex with Victor on your own?"

"No of course not. I have never been unfaithful to you."

Bill nodded then continued, "Would you have pulled a train with my buddies on your own?"

"Goodness, no."

"See I arranged all that. I created those situations. Now, did you enjoy having sex with Victor?"

I nodded, "Yes."

"And the gangbang?"

"Yes. I had never dreamed I could have so many orgasms or that they could be so intense."

"So you see Stella, I created a slut. The exhilaration I feel from creating and controlling the sexual situation is mind numbing. Quite simply it's a power trip. I can't explain it any better."

After we pulled into Vic's driveway and parked I insisted that Bill get the door opened so I could swoop in without making another spectacle of myself. It took him a couple of minutes to find the hidden house key. Vic had told us the hiding place a while back.

Once he had the door opened I hustled through it carrying the containers with evening meal in them and headed to the kitchen. I began heating up the main course in the microwave. While the meal was being nuked I searched the drawers for a tablecloth and place settings. I found what I needed and set them aside. I shucked the oysters and arranged them on the half shell while Bill made a couple of his famous martinis.

"There you go, my Dear, shaken not stirred," joked my husband, trying to do an impression of Sean Connery.

The microwave buzzer went off. I shook my head and handed him the tablecloth pushing him towards the kitchen table, "Set the table, Double-O-Seven."

The tablecloth popped as Bill snapped it open. It billowed down to cover the table. Soon he had everything set for two people to dine including candles and a single rose in a vase as the centerpiece.

He paused and admired his handiwork. Then he studied my appearnce and adjusted the head piece on my head. He stepped back and again admired me, his other handiwork, "I better take off. Let me have your panties."

"What?"

"I want your panties."

"Are you going to pass them around to the guys again?" I asked as I hiked my skirt up, hooked my thumbs in the waist band and slide my G-string off.

Bill smiled brought the panties to his face and inhaled deeply, "You know the boys will love these, you're very excited. I think I might have the guys throw darts for them at the sports bar, winner gets to fuck you first the next time we get together."

He pulled me into an embrace his hand squeezed my bare butt and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me, hard, penetrating my mouth with his tongue. It took my breath away. Before I could catch it, Bill sucked a nipple into his mouth and lightly bit it and pulled it between his teeth.

His hand moved lower on my buttocks and disappeared between my cheeks forcing me to open my stance. He snaked his finger in and out of my snatch. All the while, he scrutinized my face, watching my eyes turn glassy with lust. He grinned wickedly at my grunted protest when he jammed his thumb into my butthole. He cocked an eyebrow as I clutched his collar and groaned when he brought his finger and thumb together inside of me.

Satisfied I was on the brink of climax he pulled away from me, "Vic will be here soon."

I whined frustrated at the sudden emptiness. It took a moment but I composed myself and whispered "I love you, Bill."

"Stella, I love you too. Enjoy yourself. I'll be back at ten."

Bill hadn't been gone five minutes when I heard Victor's car pull into the driveway. I hurried into the living room with my feather duster in hand. When I heard his key rattle in the lock I pointed my backside at the front door and bent over dusting the leg of an end table. My pussy and ass were on full display to Vic as he opened the door.

"What the....who are...."

I stood upright and turned around and smiled broadly, "Good evening, Victor, how was your day?"

"Stella? What's going on? Why are you dressed like that?"

Still smiling I strutted towards Vic swinging my hips in the most seductive way. "Oh, this...I needed something to wear when I serve you supper or would you prefer I was naked?"

Victor stood dumbfounded and silent as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. After closing the door I took his briefcase and led him into his home. "Sit down and relax, Vic,"

I pushed him into an overstuffed chair, "Supper's almost ready. I'll get you a cocktail."

Glancing over my shoulder I smiled at Vic as he watched the swaying of my ass beneath the skirt of my maid outfit. I put the plate of oysters on a tray next to the stemmed martini glasses, an olive floated freely in each on toothpicks.

"What's going on Stella?" asked Vic. His eyes gazed at my exposed nipples as I approached him. He licked his lips as if they were being offered to him on a tray.

My nipples were hard and hinted an invitation, asking for his attention. I bent over him as I placed the tray on the end table. I kissed his cheek and said with a sultry murmur, "Bill and I thought you could use a home cooked meal."

"Is Bill here?' Vic sipped his cocktail. "This is his martini recipe."

I smiled down at Victor and stroked his face. The bristles of his five o'clock shadow snagged the lace of my glove. "Bill made those before he left. He's having supper with work colleagues and then watching the game with them. We have until ten."

"Stella, I don't understand you and Bill, especially, Bill. How can he share his wife with me? How can you allow yourself to be shared?"

"You're our friend Victor. Just consider yourself a friend with benefits." I picked up an oyster shell and handed it to Vic, "Eat these oysters. You're going to need them."

I dropped to my knees and parted his. I scooted between them and undid his belt buckle before opening his trousers. I fished his hard cock out of his boxers. I studied it for a moment then peaked up at Vic pleased with the look of longing he was giving me.

"This looks like it belongs on a Shetland pony. I'm defiantly going to be walking bow-legged after riding on this monster."

He chuckled, "Glad you like it."

"I love it. Especially, when it is so nice and hard." I sucked the helmet of his cock into my warm wet mouth.

Victor's cock was so big it was like sucking on the end of a Louisville Slugger. His sudden intake of breath and the pre-cum drooling from his cock reinforced my notion that Vic was enjoying the ministrations of my mouth.

He moaned as I spit his cock out and licked the underside of his shaft. His cocked bobbed in my hand and I could feel the blood pounding throughout it. He squeezed my breast and lightly pinched its nipple eliciting a moan of pleasure from me. He pleaded, "Your teasing me to death, Stella. Just suck it, please, suck my cock."

Smiling I drew the long hard shaft back into my mouth. I couldn't accommodate it all so I stroked the shank that remained between my lips and his balls. I teased Vic by darting my tongue into his piss slit he groaned and squirmed in his seat. Soon I was sucking and stroking Victor's monster member for all I was worth.

His cock began to twitch and swelled even more before his testicles contracted and spewed forth his cum. Vic's shout of ecstasy reverberated throughout the room, "Cumming, Stella, cumming."

My mouth filled with Vic's cum. I swallowed as fast and as much as I could but a bit leaked from the corner of my mouth. I twirled my tongue around his bloated cock headed cleaning cum from it. I released Vic's cock from my mouth as he relaxed in the chair fully spent. I took my finger and pushed the remnants of Vic's cum into my mouth.

Noticing that a dap of cum had splattered onto my breast I wiped it up with my forefinger and stuck it my mouth sucking it clean. I smiled at Vic's astonished gaze and whispered huskily, "Finger-licking good."

I pushed off Victor's knees and stood up. I looked down at him and smiled, "Finish the other martini while I dish up supper."

Victor joined me in the kitchen in just a few minutes. He brought the tray with the empty glasses and the bare half shells. He placed the glasses in the sink before dumping the shells into the trash. "Need any help?"

"Light the candles and then sit down, it's ready."

I sat down a plate with chicken and asparagus in front Victor then sat down with my own plate. I cleansed my palate with a sip of white wine before forking a bite of chicken into my mouth. We ate silently for a while just looking at each other and enjoying the company of the other.

"This is really good, Stella," said Vic his mouth half-full. "I never did learn to cook, if it weren't for the microwave I'd starve. I usually pick-up some take-out. I hate eating by myself in a restaurant."

I smiled, "If you think the food is good wait until you see what's for dessert."

Vic grinned ear to ear. He raised his wine glass in a toast, "To good food and good friends."

After we finished eating I cleared the table of dirty dishes. I took a jar of honey from the cabinet and unscrewed the lid. I unsnapped my skirt and let drop to my ankles. I stepped out of it and picked up the jar of honey.

Vic had scooted back from the table and was watching me intently. He ooohed when my skirt hit the floor exposing my bare bottom. "Stella, you are so sexy."

I turned toward the table and watched his eyes traverse down my body from my tits to my twat. I giggled feeling the wanting in him reaching out to me. I swung my butt up on the tablecloth covered table. I spread my legs wide splaying my snatch open for Vic. I poured honey from the jar onto my pussy.

"Dessert is served."

Victor needed no further instruction. He lapped at my honey covered cunt like a hungry cat laps milk from a saucer. He noisily sucked the honey from my bald labia then dragging his tongue through it. He teased my clit from its hiding place. He fingered my cunt mixing my nectar with the honey. He moaned with his mouth full of my pussy.

Intrigued with Vic's oral aptitude I watched his tongue dart skillfully around my snatch. I ran my fingers through his hair all the while watching him munch on my muff. My groans of gratification let Vic know he was doing it right. I lightly bit my lip as his tongue continued to torment my clit. I grasped the edge of the table to keep from hopping off of it. I was literally ready to levitate.

Vic stuck his fingers into the honey jar dripping it across the tablecloth as he daubed it on my butthole. His tongue assaulted my anus darting it in and out and swirling it around as I hissed and hooted. Satisfied that I was on the verge of orgasm he trailed his tongue through my labia lightly bit my clit and shoved his honey covered fingers up my ass.

White light exploded before my eyes as my climax ripped through my body. The table quivered beneath me as my body quaked on top of it. With dizzy delight I cried, "Yeesh, Yessh."

I lay back on the table and caught my breath. I heard Vic's chair scrape the floor as he stood up. I opened my eyes and watched as he hurriedly stripped, throwing his clothes into a pile next to the refrigerator. I urged him on, "Hurry, Vic, hurry. I want your cock, Baby. I need your cock."

Vic stepped between my still spread legs grasped his stiff staff and slid it up down between my puffing pouting pussy lips. He bent and kissed me fully on the mouth it tasted of honey and my own pussy nectar. He squeezed my breast, broke our kiss and sucked my stone hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked and squeezed until I hissed and hit the table with my fist. He stood back up and watched my eyes as he slid his cock into my cunt clear to the hilt.

I gasped at Vic's penetration, "Umm...feels so good... love your big... donkey dick."

His cock filled my cunt completely. It was so big I could feel the blood pulsing through it causing it to bob inside me. He grabbed my hips like they were handles and began to nail my pussy to the table. He propelled his cock in and out me with rapid rocket-like thrusts. Wet flesh on flesh smacks played in rhythm to the cricking table creating a crescendo of copulation.

"Love your...pussy....Stella...love you."

I stopped diddling my clit, "What?"

Vic continued to thump my twat but managed to pant, "I...love...you."

I couldn't completely process what Vic had said as he continued to pulverize my pussy to a pleasurable pulp. My fingers frantically flayed my clit sending me over the precipice of pleasure. I felt my flesh flush red with heated hopefulness. My blissful moans transformed into a full-fledged scream of orgasmic release, "Aaah, aaah, aaah."

My cunt constricted around Vic's copious cock as he buried it into me balls deep. I reached for his ass and pulled him into me even deeper. I felt the delightful dance of his dick as it discharged jets of jizz deep into me.

I cried, "Fill my pussy, fill my pussy."

Vic threw his head back and bellowed, "Bah-hoo!"

Spent he lay across me resting on his elbows to avoid crushing me. He kissed my neck and warmly whispered sweet nothings into my ear as I caressed his back. After his cock soften it slipped out of me leaving a wet trail of cum and honey on the tablecloth. He helped me up and off the table.

"I need a shower, Lover."

Victor led the way to the bathroom and started the shower. Steam soon danced a salsa to the tune of the swooshing water. Vic unhooked my corset while I unsnapped the garter straps from my fishnet stockings. He pulled off my stilettos followed by my stocking as I leaned back against the sink. He unsnapped the lace collar around my neck and I pulled the lace gloves off. Vic pushed the shower curtain aside and I stepped beneath the gushing geyser of water.

I took the bar of soap and worked up a handful of lather before handing it to Vic. I washed his cock and balls which were coated with cum and honey. The hot water was relaxed me and added to my contentment as Vic affectionately washed me. The scent of honey and jasmine bath soap produced an aphrodisiac aroma in the steamy air of the shower. I smiled, Vic's cock was so hard it held up the wet washrag I placed on it.

He laughed pleased at my playfulness, "Stella, look what you do to me."

"Vic, I swear that cock of yours is hard enough to cut glass," I tugged his torrid cock in my soapy hand, "If it wouldn't cut glass its big enough to bust right through it."

He laughed with me rinsing my susceptible sudsy skin under the showerhead. His smile faded and he looked with yearning deep into my eyes, "Stella, I know I shouldn't but I love you. I love you."

I returned Vic's gaze and stroked his face, "I know Vic. I love you too but I can't love you the way you want me too. I'm Bill's wife."

He nodded and choked, "Damn it, Stella. I know you're my best friend's wife and I feel guilty about how much I enjoy sex with you."

I stood on my tip toes and kissed Vic. My tongue darted quickly in and out his mouth then said, "Victor, you're Bill's best friend. Both he and I want you to be a friend with benefits. There's no need to feel guilty about fucking me. In fact I want you to fuck me again, right now."

Reaching above my head I grabbed the shower nozzle while Victor lifted me up by my buttocks, a cheek in each hand. I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist as Vic impaled me on his erect steel shaft. Between the soap and my own wetness I slid all the way down his shaft. My puffy pussy lips were tickled by his wirey pubic hair.

Victor hammered his hard cock in and out of my pussy rapping my G-spot with pleasurable precision. His eyes glazed with lust as he huffed, "Your pussy feels so good, so hot, so wet. I love you Stella. I love you."

I ignored Vic's amorous assertions and basked in the enjoyable exploits of his cock in my cunt. I stammered, "Fuck me. Pound my pussy. Fuck me."

Encouraged by my expression of licentious lust Vic picked up the pace. Again and again his cock machine-gunned my cunt with rapid-fire repetition. He grunted and I growled as we both surrendered to our primal passion. With one last lunge his cock tagged my cervix and blew like a whale breeching in a bay. He rolled his eyes and swayed as his balls contracted and shot spurt after spurt of cum into my warm wet womb.