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Friend With Benefits

By: ginslut



It's a beautiful winter night. The air is as cold as my hot tub is hot. I'm just soaking and listening to some mellow music, when I hear the soft crunching of snow under foot. I smile to myself knowing who it is. 

Tammy, my fetching neighbour. 

Now Tammy and I have an interesting relationship. We are neighbours, friends and fuck buddies. Tammy is a couple of years older than me but she is still a fine piece of ass. 5'4, blonde, although I can't tell when she is naked, nothing to compare to. Some might look past her because her breasts aren't huge but I love sucking on her nipples and have never complained. I would take real over fake any day. 

"Hi Tammy." I say when I know she is in the tub.

As she starts to rub me with her foot she asks. "How did you know it was me?"

Continuing without waiting for a reply, "Stan, I'm fucking horny. I need you now!"

I was smiling when I opened my eyes and they got bigger when I noticed her perky tits were bare and her exposed nipples were pointing right at me. 

I watched dumbfounded as she slowly stood, turned around and bent over. I stare in awe as Tammy reaches under herself and with her ring and index fingers she spreads her pussy lips apart. Slowly with her middle finger, Tammy starts to tease her wet pussy. Circling the opening and her hard clit. 

Looking back at me she asks, "Well what are you going to do?"

I move across the tub and run my hand over her sweet ass. I lean down and kiss her back as my hand travels over her ass to her dripping pussy. Tammy moans as I continue to kiss her back, and slide two fingers into her dripping pussy. What could only be described as a sigh escaped your lips as my fingers penetrated your pussy and I fucked her slowly. I continue to kiss her back and lovingly leave a trail of kisses down. 

Kissing her ass, I spread her ass cheeks and flick my tongue over the tight asshole, knowing it would drive her nuts. I learned early on that Tammy loves having her ass played with and turns into another woman when fucked there. 

Just as I slip my tongue into her pussy from behind, she grabs the back of my head and orders me, "Just to fuck me, no pussy eating just a hard fuck is all I want and all I need right now!"

Well I always try to please the woman I'm with so I rub the head of my cock over her moist lips and in one motion, slam into her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's it Stan, nice and hard."

I watch my cock disappear into her warm pussy and watch in pure lust as her pussy lips suck on my cock as I pull out. I can feel her hand still below playing with her clit, trying to get off before I do. Reaching forward I grab some of her hair and pull it back, inducing an animalistic moan from Tammy. With my free right hand I reach down and pinch her nipple, causing Tammy to start to slam back into me.

I can feel her pussy start to grip my cock as Tammy's orgasm gets closer. Tammy lets out a savage scream, not caring who hears her. Her pussy floods with juices, creating a sound that puts me over the edge as I slam into her one more time. I cum deep into her pussy. I can feel her pussy milking my cock wanting more. 

I lean over her, my chest to her back, and wrap my arms around her. I pull her into the water with me and just hold Tammy against me. I'm still deep in her pussy and we both know this is just the start of a long, orgasmic night, so we just enjoy the water until we are both ready to do each other until neither one can walk. 

It was very blissful, the cold winter air, the warm water of the tub and Tammy's soft skin next to me. My arms are wrapped around her and her arms on mine. I'm almost asleep when she twists her head back and snakes her tongue into my mouth. As out tongues joust , I raise my hand up to her breast and start to caress them. Lightly rubbing the nipples and pinching them. Tammy moans in my mouth as she feels my cock start to come alive again. 

Breaking the kiss, she says, "I'm glad you are ready for more, because I didn't come over just for a quickie!"

"Grab my coat and meet me inside."

With that she jumps out of the tub and I watch as she wiggles her cute ass all the way into my house. Now I'm no dummy. I got an erection, a naked woman in my house that want to do lord knows what to me. Needless to say I was in the house very shortly after Tammy got out.

I went in the house expecting to see her in the bedroom, but I guess she couldn't wait. I found her on my couch working her clit with one hand and with the other she had two fingers slowly going in and out of her wet pussy. As I approach the couch, she leans forward, sticking her tongue out and runs it around the head of my cock. Next she takes the head in and holds it with her teeth, and I'm surprised how great it feels. Tammy puts her hands on my ass to take me deep in her throat. I moan before she does, because her hands are wet and I know it is because of her pussy. 

Tammy's uses her skilled mouth on me for a few minutes, bring me to the brink and backs off. Taking me to the back of her throat several times. 

"Ok, enough fun for you and none for me. Lay down."

Doing as I was told, lay down and prop one leg on the back of the couch. I watch as Tammy straddles my head and lowers her dripping pussy on my face. Sticking my tongue out I taste her sweet juices. Tammy lays down into a tasty 69, opening herself up to my tongue. I grab her hard little clit with my lips and suck it into my mouth, causing her to moan on my cock. Grabbing her ass and spreading her open, I pull her tight onto my face, burying my nose in her pussy as I hold her clit in my teeth and flick it with my tongue. I leave your clit alone and stick deep into her pussy. While my tongue is doing that, yours is licking my balls while you jerk me off. 

As I eat you out, I notice where my fingers are and I dip a couple of them into your hot box to get them nice and wet. I start to push on your tight asshole with my one finger, and it doesn't take long for my finger to be buried past the second knuckle in your ass. I work it in and out of your back door as tongue continues to move effortlessly deeply into your pussy. 

Your moaning is getting louder and you have stopped doing things to me, but I don't mind, I'm caught up in your pleasure. I go back to work on your clit and that causes you to rise up and start to grind your pussy into my face. Your moaning gets louder as I lick your clit and fuck your ass with my finger. I feel your juices starting to run down my face and I can tell you are about to cum. I double my efforts on your clit, flattening my tongue and lapping at it. That seems to set you off. My face is flooded with your cum and you moan and swear at the same time. You collapse on me. 

I think we are done but I feel you move, as you turn your head up to mine. 

"Hun, get my coat and look in the pocket."

I pull out a tube of lube, and look over as Tammy waves her ass toward me. 

"I want that hard cock of yours deep in my ass. I've been cumming all day just thinking about it."

Like I said I'm not stupid, so I put some lube on my cock and dab some on her already loosened ass. I rub your hole with my cock head and slowly push it in. With ease I slid into your rectum. I take my time, waiting for you to adjust to my cock. I feel you start to push back and that is my cue to really start to fuck you. I grab your hips and slam into you. I get the reaction I wanted, you whipping your head back and screaming in pleasure. I look down and watch my cock slams into you. The combination of the look and the feel as you work your muscles is unbelievable. I know I won't be able to hold out much longer. You can sense it as well and you stop for a change of position. 

You get on your back and your hole is still open waiting for my return. I hold your legs up by my shoulders and start back reaming your ass. You have reached down and you are feverously working your clit wanting to cum again before I do. 

I can feel my cum starting to boil in my balls. I'm just enjoying the pleasure of it all. 

"Oh baby, please don't cum in my ass. I want it in my cunt. Please will you do that for me, quick I'm about to cum again."

You know that not stupid thing again. So I pull out and quickly slam into Tammy's drenched pussy. I love the sound of a wet pussy getting fucked. Tammy starts moaning like she does when she cums so I know I'm about too loose my load as well. 

"Oh, gawd. Cum in me, it now! I'm cumming again! Oooooooooo?"

And that set me off. I unloaded into her pussy. It felt like I wouldn't stop cumming. When I feel like I can move again, I lay down on Tammy and roll her on top of me and pull a blanket on top of us. Ready for sleep or round three, I don't know yet. It is sure great to have a friend with benefits like Tammy. 

Friend with Benefits



I had been bored all day. Christmas vacation of my senior year in high school and I'm lying on the couch watching TV all day. I was in the middle of my third Fresh Prince of Bel Air re run when I received an opportunity for a distraction. An opportunity in the form of a text message from my friend Danielle. I had already texted all of my other friends looking for anything to do but they were all away or working or something. Danielle didn't even cross my mind. We considered each other friends but i barely see her or talk to her outside of school. I had been over her house a couple times with other people, but they had never been particularly fun outings. She never let us drink or do anything fun at her place so it usually ended with us staring at each other from different couches.

She texted me for the sole reason that she was watching the movie Air Bud. The only real long conversation we had ever had with one another that I could remember was talking about how we both loved air bud when we were kids. It was a boring texting conversation but it did give me something to do so I stretched it out as long as i could. We ran out of things to say after fifteen minutes so I figured that was it. A minute later I got a new text from her, "So wat u up to?" I revealed I was lazing around all day. Then she really surprised me by asking if I wanted to go over her house. I asked if she was having people over and she responded with a flat "no."

Normally I wouldn't go over her house if it was just me and her because she is usually very annoying, but I was desperately bored. Both my parents worked so I couldn't even do something with them, not that I really wanted to anyway. Suddenly she sent me a very... unexpected... message. I was shocked but I realized very quickly she was kidding. I tried to act cool and funny like what she said didn't phase me. The end of the conversation went something like this:

Danielle: So wat u up to

Me: Nothin i just watchin tv doin nothin all day

Danielle: sucks

Me: ya i no

Danielle: u wanna come over my house?

Me: u having people over?

Danielle: nah just u

Me: uh maybe i can come

Danielle: if you do i can give you a blowjob ;)

Me: lol a bj? sure you will

Danielle: no i will, scout's honor

Me: haha u given a lot of those?

Danielle: ya, well i mean not a lot, ya know, a few

Me: oo sounds like a good time

Danielle: ya maybe if ur nice to me i'll give you another part of my body

Me: oh which part?

Danielle: i dunno, whats ur favorite thing about me?

Me: hmmm i'll have to figure out which part is the least nauseating lol

The truth was I had never found Danielle particularly hot before, but now that she got me thinking about it I realized she really isn't that bad. Her face is a little weird but its also kinda cute. She has pretty small tits which i think upsets her more than anyone. I over heard her talking about bras to another girl once and she said she is an A cup, but I would've realized that on my own anyway. Admittedly though, she does have a very nice ass. Its not too small but its not fat and ugly. It is nice a round and from when I've seen her run or something like that it is also bouncy. It looks so soft and I've always wanted to give it a little squeeze.

Anyway I ended up driving to her house. She has a nice house, rather big, but she has a lot of stupid rules she makes everyone follow. Don't be too loud, no feet on the couches, don't slide on the floor, don't touch the walls, so on and so forth. She has claimed its cause of family members yelling at her, but I don't buy it and nobody else does either.

I knocked on her door and waited a few seconds. The door opened and my jaw dropped when i saw her. She was wearing a low cut t shirt that showed a lot of cleavage, cleavage i know she doesn't have! SHe must be wearing a push up bra or something similar. She's also wearing wicked short shorts that make the bottom of her butt cheeks visible. She had a huge grin on her face when she saw my reaction.

"Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

I looked down and saw I had grown a huge boner without realizing it.

"Um, uh, uh, you see, uh, hormones" was all I could get out.

She laughed and said that she knew guys got random boners a lot. She did a little spin in her socks on the wood floor and skipped away, deeper into her house. I closed the front door and hurried after her.

"You wanna watch a movie or something?" She shouted from across the house.

"Why are you yelling? You're usually against that." I asked.

"Nobody's home, but us! My parents are out for the night!" She explained. We ended up watching a few movies and just hanging out for the next several hours. It actually was pretty fun. She wasn't annoying or bossy or controlling or anything like that. It was getting late so I told her that I had to get going. 

"Wait you can't go yet! You haven't gotten your blowjob!" Danielle exclaimed.

I laughed and said "Oh ya! Haha well I lost my stiffy awhile ago so I guess it won't work." I started to walk away when i heard something fall on the floor. I turned around and my knees gave way and I fell onto the floor. I jumped back up and rubbed my eyes to make sure I was really seeing what i was seeing. Danielle had dropped her pants and was bending over a couch with her incredible bare ass facing me. She had one had on the couch and was caressing her ass cheeks with the other.

"This help?" she asked in a sweet, innocent voice. It didn't just give me my boner back. I nearly lost my load right there in my pants. I tried to say something but only a strange moan came out. She just laughed and walked over to me. She has a beautiful pussy. Nice and shaved too. She bent down in front of me and slowly pulled down my jeans and boxers. She licked her index finger and slowly stroked my cock from the base down to the tip. I knew my penis was a little small. I never measured it but i watched enough internet porn to know. But she didn't say anything. She gave it a little kiss on the head and then looked up at me with her big innocent eyes.

"Are you a virgin?" She asked. I managed to stutter a yes. "Whats the farthest you've gotten with a girl?"

All i could force out is "I haven't."

She gave me a funny look, "Have you even had a first kiss?" My cheeks burned red but I shook my head. She made one of those "Awwwwww" sounds all girls make when they hear something they think is cute. "Well we'll deal with the lips later. I have some business to attend to down here."

With that she engulfed my entire rod in her mouth immediately and started sucking. She bobbed her head up and down the entire length of the shaft. My knees were wobbling again but I made sure to keep standing. She took it out of her mouth for a moment to drop some saliva on it and rub it in firmly. It felt like heaven. She went back to sucking, swishing it in her mouth as she started fondling my balls with her hands. Then i exploded. I became pissed because I wanted to hold out so much longer but it still felt good to release all that cum and she took it like a professional. She swallowed every bit of her, not letting a drop fall through her seductive lips.

When I was through she took my cock out of her mouth and started absentmindedly stroking it. "Mmm I love the taste of cum. I know some other girls don't, but I can't get enough of it. So have you decided what your favorite part of my body is?" I admitted I hadn't even though of that since the text. "Ha that's ok I know your answer anyway. You don't think I saw you staring at my ass all day? Why do you think I used it to get you hard for this? I have never been taken up the ass before and I never wanted to, but I promised you your favorite part and I keep my word!" Surely I was imagining this. She wanted me to fuck her up the ass?

By this time her stroking made me plenty hard and my cock was still wet from the blowjob of the angels she gave me. She turned around, laid her chin on the floor and stuck her sexy ass in the air and said "Lets go." I was frozen. I just stared at that little hole my dick is supposed to be going in. I realized it was time to do what I always wanted. I grabbed bother her cheeks with both hands and just started kneading them with my fingers. They felt so smooth and soft I couldn't believe it. I stuck my face in between her cheeks and licked all around her asshole.

"Ooooooo" Danielle moaned, "That feels so nice but we should start before your cock dries." I begrudgingly brought my head back. I breathed in deep. It was time. I fully stood up, but then realized i need to lean over. I grabbed both sides of her ass and jammed my cock in with all my force. Danielle let out a sudden yelp but didn't ask me to stop. Suddenly it hit me that this was all up to me. The BJ was all her work but I had to be the man this time. It was my time.

I thrust my hips back, then forward, back, forward, so on and so on. She moaned as I did it and i was getting into it. I started laughing as I fucked her ass, not out of humor but shock and realization of what I was doing. I let go of her ass and reached under her shirt and cupped her small bra covered boobs. As i humped her smooth behind for all it was worth I felt the need for me. I used more strength with each thrust. My balls made a loud slap and they hit her ass each hump. I squeezed her bra and ripped it off and started mauling her bare tits. Squeezing them, pinching their nipples, she asked me not to be rough with her, but I didn't slow down, I couldn't. It was like I was being controlled by a sex crazed animal. No, its like I am a sex crazed animal. I leaned as far as I could and started sucking on the side of her neck. She moaned louder and louder. Suddenly she let out an incredible scream of pure pleasure. I let go of one of her tits and moved to her forgotten pussy. I started finger fucking her. She was very wet. I could tell she just cummed. I was about to too. This just made me fuck faster and faster and faster until...

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Buckets of cum shot out into her ass. She moaned again as this happened. All the energy left me and we both collapsed on the ground next to each other. Suddenly I was me again. The animal had left and it was just shy, timid me. I was horrified at how I had treated her. Certainly she hated me. I just abused her! I took advantage of her kindness and did things to her she didn't want done. Danielle turned her head to look at me. Our eyes locked and I could see no anger in her eyes, just pleasure and awe. We both said in unison, "Wow."

We lied down breathing for a few minutes and she rolled over towards me. Her shirt had been torn at some point I didn't even notice. Her nipples were red and puffy. Her ass was red around the hole and covered in cum. She cuddled next to me.

"You wanna sleep over?" She asked.

"My mom doesn't like me sleeping over girls houses." I said. Somehow it felt weird talking after that.

"Did you tell her you came here?"

Yea, I called her before I left home."

Tell her you actually said you went to your friend Dan's house and you're sleeping there."

I laughed and told her its a good idea.

"We can do this after tonight, you do realize that? Anytime, even if there are people over we can find a way." She looked at me, "But I don't want a serious relationship, not now anyway. You should date other people, I know you can get any girl you want if you try. We're just friends... good friends... with benefits." I just smiled and nodded, it was all i could do. Then she looked me in the eye, smiled the prettiest smile I had ever seen, and gave me my first kiss.



Friend with Benefits



I can't take it anymore. I have to see you. I have to take the risk. The sun has just gone down. I grab my keys and jump in my car. I drive down those familiar streets that I have driven on so many times in the past. Except this time it is different. This time I am heading to see my dirty little secret. My friend with benefits.....many benefits.

I turn down your block and park 3 houses down from yours. I grab my cell phone and send you a coded text. One that says "I am here." 

Your response is, "are you crazy?" Knowing that your husband and kids are all in the house, I know that it is the craziest idea I have ever had. Trying to have my way with you while your family is so close. 

I sneak up the side of your house and wait by the side door. You slowly open the door and step outside carrying a bag of garbage. Obviously the excuse you used to go outside. I grab you around the waste and pull you to me. 

You almost scream out loud, but my mouth covers yours and I kiss you hard and deep. The lust and passion is overwhelming. At that moment, I don't care who sees us. I feel you sinking into me. You are surrendering to your passion. 

You start kissing me back...hard. You are ramming your tongue deep into my mouth. We are breathing like a couple of marathon runners at the end of a race. I reach up and grab one of your huge tits and start massaging and pinching your nipple. 

You are running your hands through my hair and down my back. All the while your husband and kids are walking past the window that is just above where we are standing. 

I rip open your bathrobe and am glad to see that you are naked underneath. I bend down and take your nipple into my mouth, sucking and twirling my tongue around your areola. I drop to my knees and slowly start kissing down your stomach. 

I can smell your juices and I reach my hand up to take a sample. You are on fire and your pussy is streaming juices down the sides of your legs. I run my finger up and down your slit and slowly stick my finger inside you. 

You bite down on your lip to try and keep from moaning out loud. I pull my finger out and stick it into my mouth. You taste like sweet nectar. You pull your right leg up and place it over my shoulder. I reach down and find your sweet pussy with my tongue. Reaching up and spreading your lips, I slip my tongue as far into your pussy as I can. 

You are grabbing the back of my head and pulling me into you. I clamp my mouth over your pussy and start sucking. I move up to your clit and suck it into my mouth. I start flicking it with my tongue and nibbling on the soft folds of your vagina. This is driving you crazy. 

You are thrusting your hips forward in a fucking motion and ramming your pussy into my mouth. I hear you take a short gasp of breath and then you start vibrating. You aren't moving except for the vibrations coming from your pussy. Then, like a dam opening the flood gates, you coat my face with your juices. I try to lick up as much as I can, but there is just too much. You are creaming all over my face. 

As you come down from your orgasm, I slowly kiss my way back up to your lips. We have another kiss as you lick your juices from my mouth. I can't believe that I just ate your pussy with your husband walking around next to the window. You realize that we could be spotted at any moment, so you grab my hand and we sneak to the back of the yard just behind the garage. 

You spin me around and push me back into the garage and start ripping at my jeans, trying to tear them off of me. I grab the buttons and unhook my waistband. You grab the top of my jeans and slide them down to my ankles. Dropping to your knees, you take my dick all the way into your mouth. 

I can hardly stand up, you are sucking with such force that I think you are going to suck my insides right out of the tip of my dick. You pull my dick out and with your tongue, start licking all over. Kind of like a big lolly pop. 

You reach up and cup my balls in your hand and pull them into your mouth. You are twirling your tongue around and gently sucking one then the other into your mouth. You stick out your tongue and lick from the base to the tip, then opening your mouth wide, you swallow all of my dick and slam your face into my lap. 

Attacking my manhood with all the passion and lust of a prisoner that hasn't been with a human in years. I can't take it anymore. My balls tighten up and I feel the tingling sensation running up the back of my legs. 

I grab your head and shove all of my dick into your mouth. The first blast goes right down your throat. You pull my dick out of your mouth and the second blast hits you right on the bridge of the nose. You grab my shaft and start stroking the rest of my cum from deep within my balls. My dick pumps more of my cum onto your face. You are licking and slurping my dick trying to get all of my cum into your mouth. 

You sit back and lick your lips, trying to get all the leftover juices that were splattered across your face. Wondering what you are going to do about my cum all over your face and hair, I decide to help you out. I love the taste of my own cum, and I start licking my semen from your cheeks and forehead. 

After a few minutes, you are ready to go back into your house and face your family. One more deep kiss, and I jump over the fence, heading back to my car. I wonder when I will next meet my special friend with benefits.



Friend, with Benefits



My daughter was having a friend stay for a couple of days. Natasha was a little despondent, apparently wanting a break from her home-life and an importunate boyfriend. I couldn't help over-hearing her discussing her woes with my daughter.

It is not only teenagers that are afflicted with selective deafness. Any wise parent knows the value of not hearing some things that are being said, especially when your daughter is discussing sex with a friend. Still, just because I didn't 'hear' the girls talking didn't mean that I didn't know what was going on.

Natasha was, it seemed, still a virgin, hovering on the brink of becoming a non-virgin, but not quite ready for that step. At least, not with her current boyfriend. (My own daughter is, naturally, still a virgin, and will remain so for her entire life, all evidence to the contrary being ignored.) 

Where Natasha's boyfriend was concerned, he was more than ready for Natasha to join the ranks of ex-virgins. Quite hot for it, being a typical horny young man. He had recently moved to the 'if you love me' ploy, using Natasha's own emotions as weapons. She was still holding off but felt the need for a break.

It turned out that my daughter had no hesitation is asking me for sex advice when it doesn't concern her personally. Where she's concerned I'm an ignorant old man who doesn't understand the younger generation. Where other people are involved I become the fount of all knowledge. She put Natasha's dilemma to me. Should she or shouldn't she?

I could understand the boyfriend's urging Natasha to succumb to his charms. She was hot, with a capital H. If she was mine I'd be dragging her to bed at the first available opportunity. Since she wasn't mine, I could give objective advice.

"If she doesn't feel she's quite ready, then she's not ready," I said, "and should continue to say no. If she thinks she is ready, but doesn't want to sleep with her current boyfriend, then she needs to drop him and find someone more suitable. Alternatively, if she just wants a little more time, turn her boyfriend's argument against him. Tell him that if he really loves her and respects her he wouldn't be pressuring her like this, but would give her time to decide."

The last might slow the boyfriend down a little, even if it didn't stop him. It would give Natasha time to make up her mind. 

"One last bit of advice," I added. "Don't put yourself in a situation where he might decide to make the decision for you. And don't say he's not like that. These things happen."

As far as I was concerned that was the end of the matter. Natasha and her boyfriend would either decide to advance their relationship or they might break up. It wasn't really any concern of mine. I effectively ignored the girls for the rest of the evening while they did their own thing, which seemed to involve a lot of talking, giggling, and phone use.

Everything was quiet when I finally went to bed. I fell asleep almost as soon as I hit the pillow. When I woke up it was pitch black and a quick check of the time showed me it was two in the morning. I didn't know, and didn't care, what woke me up. I just settled back down to go to sleep again. That's when I heard a noise. 

If the lights had been on I'd have assumed that one of the girls was up and about for some reason, but no lights were showing. I decided to investigate. The noise had seemed to come from the kitchen so I headed on down that way. Reaching the doorway I quietly reached in and snapped on the light. 

Natasha was standing in the middle of the kitchen. She didn't react to the light going on, just stood there. 

"Natasha?" I called softly, and she didn't so much as blink. 

She was dressed for bed, specifically for bed at someone else's house. Flannelette pyjamas, would you believe. A crime against nature those things, but she still managed to look hot and cute. 

"Natasha," I repeated, somewhat louder, with still no reaction.

It was pretty obvious that she was sleepwalking. I decided that I wouldn't wake her; I'd just guide her back to bed.

"Come along," I said gently, giving the lapel of her pyjamas a slight tug. 

I swear, that's all I did. Just took hold of her pyjama top and gave a slight tug to urge her to start walking. It wasn't my fault that the buttons were too small for the button holes. The top two buttons just popped free, showing off some very nice cleavage. 

OK. I'll admit I may have been a trifle at fault over the next step. I gave another little tug at her top, just curious to see if the other buttons would pop free, which they did. I couldn't resist just holding the sides of her top apart, admiring the view. If her boyfriend got to see her that way it was no wonder he was clamouring for more.

Ever done something you know you shouldn't just because you thought you could get away with it? Natasha's top seemed to me to be a trifle large. More a man's top than a woman's. I gently lifted the sides, pushing the shoulders back off her and then released the top. It was loose enough, and heavy enough, to just slither down her arms and drop off, leaving her standing there, topless. 

Once started, I saw no real reason to stop. Her pyjama pants were of a size to match the top, with the bottom of the legs rolled up slightly. They had a cord, tied at the waist to keep them up. The tie just had a simple bow, and a gentle tug on the bow brought it undone. Again I stepped back and let gravity work its wonders.

I was slightly irritated to see that she had a pair of panties on. Those I was going to have to leave. The pyjamas weren't my fault. They were just not done up properly and fell off. I would be able to say the same for her panties.

"Back to bed," I said quietly.

I placed a hand gently on her back and pushed lightly and Natasha started moving forward. I guided her back to the bedroom, carrying her pyjamas with me. Reaching the bedroom I flicked on the light and steered her over to the bed. 

"Come on," I coaxed, still speaking in a nice soft voice. "Into bed."

Natasha climbed onto the bed and snuggled down. I dropped her pyjamas on the floor and climbed into bed next to her. Well, why shouldn't I? It was my bed. I also left the light on.

Natasha seemed to just automatically snuggle up to me, her bottom pressing against my groin. That would have had an interesting effect on me if it wasn't for the fact that the interesting effect had started as soon as I saw that first flash of cleavage. I slipped my arm around her, hand closing over her breast, stroking it. 

It didn't take all that long for the message to seep into Natasha's sub-conscious, rousing her from her sleep. Also, hopefully, simply arousing her. I felt her stir as she woke, then I felt her stiffen; from shock I guess.

"Before you start screaming, why don't you look around and see exactly where you are," I suggested. (I also continued to stroke her breast. Why quit when you're having fun?)

With the light on it only took Natasha a moment to realise that she was not in the bedroom she'd started the night in.

"I heard you moving around. I turned on the light and you came wandering in. Your pyjamas hit the floor and you climbed into my bed. I was delightfully surprised. Also, terribly disappointed, when I realised that you were sleepwalking."

Isn't it amazing how you can lie in your teeth while telling the truth? I may have omitted a couple of minor details, but the gist of it was there.

Natasha took a deep breath. It pressed her breast more firmly against my hand, with the unfortunate side effect of bringing that to her attention.

"Um, your hand is on my breast," she mumbled.

"Indeed it," I agreed, "and a lovely breast it is."

"Could you move it, please?" 

Always willing to oblige I slid my arm further around her, finding and stoking her other breast.

"I didn't mean like that, and you know it," she snapped, finally pushing my arm away.

I let my arm be moved away. After all, I was still enjoying the feel of her bottom rubbing against my groin. Notably, rubbing against my erection, which appeared to have got pressed between her bottom's cheeks.

"I'm sorry I came into your room," Natasha muttered. "I didn't know. Um, could you turn away so that I can get my pyjamas back on? I'm sorry to have disturbed you." 

"Mmm, no, I don't think I do want to turn away. I'd much rather look at you. And I'm not sorry you disturbed me. Quite happy to be disturbed, I assure you. Do you really have to put your pyjamas back on?"

I was stroking her thigh now. Not intruding anywhere I shouldn't, but still touching her where she wouldn't normally expect to have anyone touching her. 

"Yes, I do," she said, her normal speaking voice finally coming to life. "I'm not wandering around the house in my panties just so you can look at me."

"You wrong me," I said mournfully. "I wasn't hoping for any such thing."

I paused for a moment, ignoring her snort of disbelief. 

"Come to think of it, you don't wrong me so much as underestimate me. I was sort of hoping to persuade you to take these off as well so I could have a proper view of a very nice body."

I plucked idly at her panties while I did so, tugging them slightly downwards.

"Stop that." She grabbed hold of her panties, dragging then back up the centimetre I'd lowered them by. "Wasn't it you who warned me about not putting myself into this sort of situation."

"Well, yes," I conceded, "but I was referring to your boyfriend, not me. Different rules apply to me."

"Oh, really? And what is the rule that applies to you?"

"Quite simple. You let me take these down and pet you to show that you're not afraid of me and know that I won't really try to seduce you."

I actually got a laugh from that.

"Yes, quite. I'm sure I'm that naïve and simple. If I took my panties off you'd see that as permission to grab me."

"Not really. When your panties come down I'll see it as permission to pet you a little more."

"They're not coming down. End of story."

My hand slid over her thigh and across her tummy, rubbing against her mons and slipping under the waistband of her panties. Not going right under, just teasing along the edge. It was enough to have her wriggling back slightly, moving away from my hand.

She suddenly gasped and went dead still. She had just woken up to what she was pressing against and what she'd just been rubbing her bottom against when she pressed away from my hand.

"Don't worry about it," I said quickly. "Unlike some people, I still have my pyjamas on and what you're feeling is safely tucked away."

"Will you please let me get up and get my pyjamas?" she asked. "I want to go back to my own bed."

"Are you going to insist?"

"Yes, I am."

"Then I suppose I'd better let you," I grumbled, trying to sound terribly hard done by. I backed a little bit away from her, hearing her slight sigh of relief to find my cock no longer wedged against her bottom. 

"Still, I think I'm entitled to a little reward for letting you go," I told her, flipping the covers back. I rolled her onto her back, taking her hands and moving them away from her breasts, when she went to cover them. "No need to panic," I assured her. "I'm going to pull down your panties just so that I can enjoy seeing you for a moment, but I won't touch you without your permission."

Ignoring her feeble protest I pushed her hands out of my way and slid her panties down, catching her hands and holding them above her head while I looked her over. She was squirming and blushing, but not really fighting to be free. The look on her face showed that she found my approval both flattering and exciting.

"You are quite lovely," I told her. "Now I'm just going to drop three light kisses on you. One for each nipple and one for your lips. OK?"

She didn't actually say OK, but neither did she refuse. I bent my head over her breast, taking a nipple into my mouth. Tongue and teeth teased it, tasted it. Then I moved on to the other one.

"All right so far?" I asked and she nodded. 

She pursed her lips slightly for that last kiss. It appeared that she had misunderstood my intentions. I bent down, hands at her knees, moving them apart, while my mouth covered her mound. Hey, lips are lips. I was abiding by the letter of what I'd said.

Natasha made a rather strange noise and her hands clutched hold of my hair. She didn't try to pull me away, just wound her fingers into my hair, holding on. Meanwhile, my tongue was exploring. I'd been right about one thing. The situation she was in had aroused her to a certain extent. What I was doing now wasn't helping to calm her down. My tongue flicked back and forth, probing between her lips. 

I only made one little error. I dabbed my tongue against her too close to her clitoris. Natasha gave another strangled little cry, but so did I, as she nearly tore two handfuls of hair out by their roots.

When I lifted my head away Natasha just glared at me. 

"You, you. . .," she stuttered, and I smiled.

"What?" I asked, spreading my hands in all innocence. "I told you what I was going to do and you didn't object."

"You know damn well what I thought you meant," she said, not backing down one little bit.

"I also know what I really meant," I said with an unrepentant smirk. 

I reached out and took hold of her hand. Natasha promptly found out that men's pyjamas have open flies. I slipped her hand inside the fly, letting her discover what was hiding there. Not hiding very well, I have to admit. It stood out quite determinedly. She also snatched her hand away quite quickly, accidentally pulling my erection out into the open.

"I'm not touching that," she said firmly.

"Why not?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot? If I go touching you, you'll just take it as encouragement to do even more stuff."

"I don't think you're an idiot," I told her, speaking earnestly, at the same time bringing her hand back and pressing it against my erection. "I think you're a young woman who is developing a healthy curiosity about sex. I'm just helping you resolve some of your curiosity."

"Right," she said, disbelief oozing from her. "And the thought of having sex with me had never crossed your mind."

"Now you're being an idiot," I said. "Of course I intend to have sex with you if I can persuade you. Look at yourself. I'd have to be an idiot to not want to have sex with you."

She blinked, looking startled.

"You admit it? You admit you're trying to make me have sex with you."

"Not make. Persuade. Ultimately, the choice has got to be yours, especially given your virginal state. It's just that sooner or later you're going to want to try it. I just feel that it should be sooner, like right here and now."

"If I was ready to try sex I'd be with my boyfriend," Natasha grumbled.

"No, you wouldn't," I said, flatly contradicting her. "You only think you're uncertain about him. If you stop to consider it, you'd realise you've already decided he's a no go. If you were going to sleep with him you'd do it, not ask your friends for advice. As far as I'm concerned, I'm just the person to help initiate you."

She gave me a look.

"Have you ever thought of packaging and selling yourself? You seem to have a very high opinion of yourself."

"It's what's known as confidence in one's abilities," I murmured.

"Well, it's not going to work," she muttered. "I'm going back to my bed."

I didn't say anything, watching her look around, spotting her pyjamas on the floor. Then her head swivelled back to me, her eyes opening wide with surprise.

"You're a monster," she gasped. 

While we'd been talking, my hands had been playing, stroking both her breast and her pussy. She'd only just seemed to realise that she was purring contentedly under my touch. 

"Oh my god," she said with a bit of a squeak, snatching her hand away from my cock. When I'd pressed her hand against it the second time she'd automatically taken hold of it, idly playing with it while she argued the point. Now her face was bright red, blushing as she realised what she'd been doing. 

I slid my leg over hers, claiming my territory, so to speak.

"Natasha, I am about to move your legs a little further apart and take you," I told her, speaking softly. "If you want to stop me you're going have to say so, very firmly."

She just lay there, staring at me. A couple of times she opened her mouth as though about to speak, but immediately closed it again. Meanwhile I was easing her legs wide apart, giving myself plenty of room. I slipped between her thighs, stroking her pussy with my cock, just rubbing lightly along her lips, letting her know that I was serious. If she didn't speak up, she was fucked.

I gave her time to make her objection, at the same time willing her to keep her mouth shut. I used my cock to drag her lips a little apart, just rubbing it across her from side to side. When she didn't come up with any objection I eased her lips apart with a couple of fingers and pressed my erection gently against her. A small push to give me some grip and I let her lips close over me. 

Natasha had propped her head up, watching where I was pressing against her. She was breathing heavily, and there was a look of curiosity on her face. She was really interested in what was happening, not that I could blame her. I pushed in a little further, hearing her give a slight gasp. 

Then I pressed a little more firmly. I felt a moment's resistance and she gave a small yelp, then I was pushing down into her.

She was muttering to herself now. Little things like, "Oh my god," "I don't believe this," "He's really doing it," "Oh my god, I'm letting him do this. Am I mad?"

Interspersed with the comments were little squeaks and gasps as I pushed slowly home. It wasn't a case of sliding home with one smooth sweep, more a series of gentle nudges being required to ease her passage open to let me pass. Each gentle nudge (and maybe some not so gentle) pressed me deeper into her, and each nudge was met with a little shocked squeal.

I did hear a couple of what could be construed as snide comments, about people trying to put more into a container than would fit, but Natasha didn't at any stage call out stop. She did give a gasp of surprise and satisfaction when she finally found my groin rubbing against hers.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I murmured. "Now all you have to do is move with me, nice and easy."

Nice and easy might be how we were going to start but I had no intention of finishing that way. Once Natasha was accustomed to a bit of cut and thrust the sword-play would become a bit more strenuous.

I started off as promised, nice and easy, barely moving inside her. Just easing back a little before pushing home again, softly encouraging her to move with me. After a few hesitant starts Natasha started to move more firmly, pushing to meet me, her head cocked a little to the side as though she was assessing what was happening to her. 

She must have decided she liked it, as her movements became even firmer. I was now taking longer strokes, driving smoothly into her, enjoying her response. Her faced was flushed and slightly surprised, but there was an enthusiasm in it. Her breath was deeper, and her hands were on my shoulders, clutching me to her.

"You might try wrapping your legs around me," I suggested, and she did. She just hooked them over my legs at first, but found this unsatisfactory. She moved them higher, then higher still, until she was satisfied. From then on she was also flexing her legs, using those muscles to help push her firmly to meet me as I drove home. 

By this time we'd established a nice rhythm, and I can assure you that it wasn't the nice and easy way we started. I was taking her quite forcefully, driving in hard, feeling her yielding to me, accepting my domination of her body. 




Friend, with Benefits



Natasha was no longer trying to assess what was happening. She'd passed that stage and moved on to accepting and contributing, and she wasn't backwards about making her contribution. She moved strongly under me, taking me deep, her passage closing around me and clinging to me as we moved.

Oddly enough, she was silent, apart from her heavy breathing and a number of gasps as we moved. That proved quite useful. When she came nearer to climaxing she finally broke her silence, eager little squeaks coming from her, slowly building up to a crescendo. 

I could read the music from her lips. I started pushing harder, stirring the pot, so to speak, edging her ever closer to where she wanted to go. Finally I cut loose, driving in hard, determined to push her over the edge while enjoying my own climax. A few final thrusts and she bit me. 

I kid you not. Her climax hit her and instead of gasping, or giving a little shriek, she sank her fangs into the side of my neck. Not that it worried me. I was too busy having my own epiphany, releasing myself inside her.

We both just lay back for a while, spent. I was about to suggest to her that she might like to get cleaned up when she closed her eyes, snuggled down and fell asleep. Just like that she was out like a light.

I guessed it was up to me to do the honours. I gently extricated myself from her grasp and went and fetched a bowl of warm water and a cloth. I carefully (and gently, let's not wake sleeping beauty) wiped her down and dried her off. Then I returned to bed, making sure I set the alarm clock for a reasonable hour. 

In this case, a reasonable hour was some time before my daughter woke up. I didn't want to find myself explaining how Natasha wound up in my bed. I also decided to wear a polo neck jumper the next day. I also didn't want to have to explain a certain bite mark on my neck.

Another benefit of an early awakening - I wondered how Natasha would respond to the offer of a morning glory.



Friend with Benefits



In a few weeks I will be celebrating my silver wedding anniversary. I mention that as an early biographical detail but first I want to tell you about Phil. Phil always was and still is my best friend despite any other role that he will be perceived to fill. We first met aged about twelve and the friendship was forged in the playground as a mutual defensive alliance against much rougher boys.

Enjoying similar average educational potential, for the rest of our schooldays we were always in the same class, sitting close together. During early teenage, we spent evenings at each others homes playing board games and when the sap began to rise we went out on the pick-up as a reasonably successful partnership. Although, Phil was probably an inch the taller, we had the same average height and average build – even our dicks were the same average length and girth. However, disdaining false modesty, I can state that we were a couple of good looking guys. One way that we differed was in how we related to girls but our differences tended to complement each other. He was always ready with the brash amusing remark to engage the interest of our quarry but in any prolonged encounter he ran short of hip remarks, at which point I came into my own with intense interesting conversation. The big draw back for me in this situation was that, having made the initial approach, Phil generally tended to have the pick of the pair. This did not bother me too much because; getting your end away was the name of the game and the quality of the merchandise only of secondary consideration.

On night when we were aged twenty and regulars on the night club/disco circuit we hooked a couple of girls who were far better than the usual. Unusually, there was as little to choose between them in attractiveness as between my pal and myself. Aimee was the brunette and Alice the blonde. They took a table while we two went to the bar and then, with drinks in hand, I hung back a pace allowing Phil to precede me to the table and make his choice. Of the two, I marginally preferred the blonde but I knew that Phil had a weakness for blondes as well. So it was with pleased surprise that I saw him take the seat next to Aimee leaving Alice to me. On such arbitrary decisions do whole lifetimes revolve? 

Now Phil and I had been strictly 'love em and leave em' types but both of these relationships stuck, largely because both of us knew that we had rather hit the jackpot. For six months we just went around together but then got a large two bed-roomed flat and we all four moved in but as two couples, Dave (that's myself) with Alice and Phil with Aimee. We were there for eighteen months and in retrospect, I can see that it was the happiest time of my life. Everything was free and easy, casual, uninhibited. Nothing was thought of nudity and we discussed everything under the sun. 

There was a natural bond between the four of us. Although the situation was conducive to swapping this never happened but there was plenty of lesser physical familiarity. If one of us saw a female standing topless in the flat, it was permissible to creep up behind and grab her tits no matter who's woman it was. At New Year, Xmas and odd other occasions, pretty passionate kissing of the others partner was allowed in the spirit of the moment. Despite all this, real sexual activity (or suggestion of it), was confined to the respective bedrooms. On one famous occasion when we all four were lounging about naked; Alice said to Phil, "If you can't control that thing between your legs, at least have the decency to cover it with some clothes."

Phil ruined everything. I was more than happy with the set-up with no thought of straying but my pal couldn't keep his prick in his pants if there was any chance of spare. Trouble was he had the kind of job which brought him into constant contact with the bored housewife brigade. He made no secret of this illicit activity to me and always gave me a significant wink on the occasions that he scored. To be fair, he was very selective for, he told me, if he gave it to every woman that wanted it then Aimee would be sure to notice his lack of energy. Had he hidden his supply of condoms better then this story might have progressed differently. Aimee found them in his pocket when there was no legitimate reason for him to be carrying and was immediately suspicious. To cut a long story short, she managed to follow him and catch him in the act. Next thing we knew was that she was packing in tears and moving out. Alice said to me, "Aimee is a fool to take it so badly. With someone like Phil she has got to expect that kind of thing. To him it means nothing."

"So if it had been me messing about, you would have stayed?"

"No, I would have gone but that's different. With you it would have meant something," she told me. I pondered this remark for a long time and realised for the first time that there was a fundamental difference in outlook between Phil and myself.

The awkward situation in the flat did not last long because Phil suddenly announced that he had got a job abroad in Rhodesia. Partly as an act of good faith, I asked Alice to marry me and she accepted. From then it was a mad rush as we made arrangements for the wedding and Phil was going through all the formalities in preparation for his departure. The last function that my friend fulfilled was to act as my best man – who else would I have wanted. Coincidentally, his flight to Africa was a couple of hours before our own on honeymoon to Greece. My wife's passionate farewell kiss to him in the departure lounge was the first of their many clinches which aroused a twinge of jealousy in me.

To start with his letters were frequent but they became more and more sparse as his Rhodesian lifestyle absorbed him. The first two years of married life were truly happy before the worm of doubt crept into my mind. An unexpected inheritance had allowed us to buy a house better than our combined incomes warranted and we were able to pursue an accordant lifestyle. We went out a lot. I began to realise how very attractive Alice was and how very lucky I had been to capture her. The truth was that I only realised her true worth from seeing unconcealed desire in the eyes of other men. At parties she was invariably the centre of attention with the crowd around her exclusively male. It became very obvious that Alice was more gregarious than me and had a far more generous nature. In restaurants, I would see her smiling and turning round would see a man across the room raising a glass to her. "Who the hell is that?" I would ask.

"How the dickens should I know. He smiled at me so I smiled back. It does not do any harm and I might have made the poor man's day," she told me.

"He will take it as a come on. Don't these men ever pester you afterwards?"

"Some do but I simply tell them that I am a happily married woman and that I'm not interested."

I had to accept this but I had a growing belief that with the right man in the right situation, she would give a different answer. Memory of Phil's experiences in his last job returned to haunt me because, according to him, every wife that he called on during the day would have been willing to open her legs to him. It seemed that infidelity was endemic among wives of all ages and all classes. Of course I reasoned that my pal had exaggerated as an ego boosting thing so I decided to do some research on the subject.

The most important evidence that I found was the statistical analysis of the largest confidential survey of husbands and wives ever conducted. According to that no less than 92% of women were unfaithful at least once during the duration of their marriage. The percentage of women who had up to six affairs dropped drastically to 28% and the numbers who admitted to being more promiscuous came out at 9%. The comparative figures for men were 62% who cheated at least once, 26% up to six times and 14% who were grossly profligate with their seed. The basic conclusion was that most women felt compelled to try it but more men let it develop into a habit.

Further reading on the origins of civilisation provided arguments to support these figures. The conventional wisdom was that primitive men and women were equally promiscuous. This said that men wished to impregnate as many women as possible but that the women were constantly in search of the best seed. The book that I read disputed this. It claimed that most men were more than happy if they could find a warm moist hole to stick their dick while agreeing that the females were happy to get as much seed inside them as possible. It also made the point that the bulk of men would find it difficult to satisfy three women but that a woman could send three men away happy without needing to break sweat. Hence, all women needed to let at least one extraneous man between their legs just to satisfy genetic programming. 

All of this made perfect sense to me and increased the conviction that Alice was inevitably going to let at least one other man screw her. I spent hours contemplating this prospect and invariably finished up trembling. I also finished up very aroused but that is beside the point.

The inescapable conclusion was that, if I could get Alice to have sex with a man of my choice in controlled circumstances then the danger would be largely over. How to engineer the deed was the big problem. Whoever the lucky man turned out to be, he needed to appear, affect the seduction and then disappear from our lives forever. Moreover, he could not be in any way exceptional. Suppose for instance that he was much better endowed than myself, he could easily give Alice a taste for what I could not provide and so encourage further infidelities instead of making them unlikely. It was quite a conundrum.

One day on the wall of a public convenience cubicle, I read the words 'I will fuck your wife while you watch', together with a phone number. This seemed like a very viable solution so I rang. I had expected to be the one asking the questions but he immediately started interrogating me about Alice, age, looks, figure and sexual preferences - he seemed very picky about who would get the benefit of his services. I wondered aloud if he got many husbands ringing him and he said that I would be surprised – there was almost more business than he could handle. Attracted by the description of my wife, he began to sell himself, namely a monster nine inch plus dick and fantastic virility. This alone suddenly made it seem not quite such a good idea so I mumbled something about ringing later after conferring with my wife but I never did.

The next month a letter from Phil announced that, having completed a three year contract, he was coming back to England for three months. We wrote back immediately offering to accommodate him for all or part of his holiday and he telephoned to accept. It was during the two weeks spent waiting for him to arrive that I realised that he could provide the ideal solution to my dilemma. Of all the men in the world, Phil was the one I would least mind Alice going to bed with and there was the thought that, after his holiday, he would be disappearing back to Africa for at least another three years. "When we all lived together, did you ever fancy Phil?" I asked Alice one evening when we had been drinking and were sitting with the TV off, in mellow contemplation.

"Of course I did," she told me frankly. "But Aimee fancied you, she told me that. I would have been happy if we had lived more communally if you know what I mean. That would not have suited Aimee though and I doubt if it would really have suited you." 

"How will you manage with Phil living with us again – the attraction will probably still be there?"

"I'm married to you now," she said. "Anyway, Phil will only be using this as a base – we will probably hardly see him."

"That is not the impression I got. Talking on the phone, Phil said that he is only coming back to see us. I don't think he has plans to go anywhere else so he will be with us most of the time. Around the house."

"So?"

"Well – if you were tempted, I would understand. I wouldn't mind in the way that I would if it was someone else."

"What are you trying to say?" she asked giving me a funny look.

"Nothing. Just that – he is a very attractive bloke it would be only natural if you had a moment of weakness while he is here."

"Do you want me to go to bed with Phil?"

I should have said 'Yes' and got it out in the open but I was unsure of my wife's reaction. Instead I said, "No – that's not what I said."

"You don't seem to know exactly what it is you do want. I think we should go to bed straight away before something gets agreed that you might regret," Alice said decisively getting up and heading towards the stairs.

I was rather satisfied with the outcome because I was pretty sure now that Alice was not averse to the idea of being screwed by Phil. If it happened, it had to be because she wanted it – I did not want her to open her legs just to please me. As an aside, you may wonder how I can remember conversations so well after twenty odd years – the explanation is that every word is imprinted on my memory.

We had planned to meet Phil at the airport but he had caught an early flight and surprised us by turning up at the house. The passion of the kiss that he gave Alice exceeded that of the one they had shared on his departure, then having finally released her, he snatched her back saying, "I want some more of that. God – I had forgotten how long I have been away."

I was gratified by the enthusiasm with which my wife returned his embrace and by his obvious sign of arousal as he went to sit down - it seemed as if everything might turn out as I wished without my direct intervention. Phil looked tanned, confident, prosperous and more mature but the old rapport was still there between us. Within an hour, apart from his changed appearance, it was almost as if he had never been away. For the first few days we did little more than sit about chatting or rather, we listened while he related his many adventures, (including the amorous). I left them alone as much as I could but lurked nearby, always ready to spot a look, a touch, a word. I was disappointed.

Both Alice and I had six weeks holiday due from our places of employment. We both took the first two weeks of my friends visit and the final two weeks. For the interim two months we had booked independent weeks which left only six weeks when Phil was left completely to his own devices. The rough plan was that when alone he would mix independent longer trips with day only expeditions, spending those evenings with us on our return from work. As I had cast Phil in the role of white knight to save my lady from herself, I was anxious to set the plan in motion rather than wait and hope that nature would take its course. 

That first Saturday morning, Alice had gone to the hairdresser so I took the opportunity of having a quiet word with my friend. "Is that old attraction between you and Alice still there?" I asked him suddenly.

"I don't know what you mean," he said looking very wary.

"Course you do. When the four of us lived together, I know that you fancied Alice. I fancied Aimee and didn't particularly try to hide it."

He laughed. "Oh that. Yes, I still fancy her, in fact I fancy her a damn sight more now than I did then. She has developed; she's much more a woman now than just a girl."

I just nodded but I think that the satisfaction must have shown on my face. "There must have been a reason for your question?" he asked.

"While you are on holiday, there are going to be periods when I will be at work and there will only be Alice to keep you company." I started to say slowly.

Phil gave a great guffaw and clapped me on the shoulder. "You have got no worries on that score old friend. I was your best man for God's sake. I fancy Alice like crazy but of all the women in the world, she is the only one who is totally sacrosanct as far as I am concerned."

This was not what I wanted to hear. "There is no reason for her to be sacrosanct," I mumbled.

He looked at me as if disbelieving what he had heard so I hurried on, "I mean, I wouldn't mind too much if you really wanted to."

"Hold on – that sounds very much as if you are inviting me to seduce your wife."

"Perhaps I am," I said.

Phil got out his cigarettes, gave me one and then lit them both. "Dave, we've known each other far too long to pussy foot around on something like this," he said slowly. "If you have got something on your mind then you had better spit it out."

I told him the whole thing. My wife's friendly nature, the survey results and all my supporting research. I stated my conviction that one good session of infidelity should satisfy the genetic programming and put any idea of cheating out of Alice's head for good. I finished by saying, "So in a way you would be doing me a favour."

Phil nodded his agreement. "I see what you mean," he said. "I really do see what you mean."

"You'll do it then?"

"The first week that I am alone with Alice I'll try my luck. It has got to be subtle and casual – I do not want to come on all blatant and spoil the relationship."

"There's no need to wait until then," I told him eagerly. "Early this afternoon, I am going to be called into work to deal with an emergency. I won't be back until very late."

Phil reached out and shook my hand. "I'll do what I can," he said.

"Just two conditions," I qualified, slightly too late, "I don't want Alice to know that we had this conversation and I would like you to keep me up to date with progress reports."

Alice returned home looking very nice and we had lunch. Afterwards the three of us sat around chatting with me like the proverbial cat on a hot tin roof. When the telephone rang, I was out of my chair with the receiver in my hand before the second ring. "Damn, are you sure that you need me. Well if it's that bad then I suppose I had better come in," I said loudly in a theatrical fashion. Then, to the other two I explained, "There has been a bit of a disaster at work and they need me to go in, I could be very late."

I bustled round gathering items that I usually took to work then at the door I paused and looked back. "I'm sorry that I have got to leave you two ALONE. I'm sure you will be able to find something that you both like to do," I said significantly. It was only in retrospect a long time afterwards that I realised how very clumsy this was.

In the car, I did not of course go into work. I circled round, parked in a lane then walked half a mile through woodland until I reached the crest of a hill overlooking my house. Finding a good vantage point, I got out my powerful binoculars and settled down to wait. I could see into the lounge where I had left them, with mine and Alice's bedroom immediately above. I could clearly see the bed inside the small bedroom but that was unlikely to be used. I had no real hopes of really seeing anything happen but the small signs would be enough – standing together, touching and particularly any sign of undress. 

I was there from three o'clock in the afternoon until eleven at night and I witnessed nothing. They did move about but well separated and I somehow lost track of them for four hours altogether, two hours in the afternoon and two at night, between both of these periods I watched them eat at the table under the window. Twice I had to hide due to ramblers wandering past to avoid being taken for a peeping tom. I started off full of excitement and anticipation but by the end I was cold and cramped, cursing myself for not having had the foresight to take either a flask or food - or enough cigarettes for I had run out several hours before. There was disappointed that I had seen nothing happen but I was not despondent because they could easily have sneaked up to Phil's room, at the back of the house, during those enforced absences from my point of observation.




Friend with Benefits



It was far harder going back through the wood in darkness but I eventually made it and arrived back at the house just before midnight. Entering quietly I found them sitting demurely at either end of the settee. I sought out Phil's eyes questioningly but he almost imperceptibly shook his head from side to side. During the rest of his holiday, I never directly asked my friend about his progress but depended on the same silent interrogation with my eyes, particularly when they had spent the day alone together, but always I received the same negative answer. I was constantly on the look out for other signs. There seemed to be many reasons for them to embrace and kiss, and I felt that sometimes he seemed to caress her while passing in a rather possessive way. These I took as encouraging signs that real intimacy between them was imminent. The most promising occurred while they were sitting side by side on the settee and Alice absentmindedly reached out her hand to start stroking his groin. Realising what she was doing, she jerked her hand away guiltily and I took this as being a subliminal sign of what she wanted to do.

In the airport departure lounge I had a private word with him before Alice claimed her final embrace. "No luck," he said before I could ask. "I think you can be pretty certain that Alice is not going to go with any other man." Even though feeling a degree of frustration that my grand plan had come to nothing, I had to agree that if she could resist Phil with unlimited opportunities for three months then she was unlikely to fall for any casual passing Romeo.

Just less than a month after his return to Africa, Alice discovered that she was pregnant and I was immediately terribly grateful that Phil had been unable to seduce her. My wife was going to become a mother and mothers were, by definition, far less likely to screw around than young fancy-free wives. All thoughts of her possible infidelity fled and I started wearing my 'father's head' long before the happy event, voluntarily forgoing actual sex for the last six months of the pregnancy and the first three afterwards. Our son Paul, born over a week late, was a good size and perfect. Perfect that is, except for a large port wine birth mark, shaped like an anvil, on the back of his head. It was a blemish so we investigated the possibility of having it removed. The surgeon that we consulted said that it was possible, was definitely expensive, would be painful and could effect normal hair growth. On the other hand, he pointed out that Paul's hair would grow to cover it completely and that he might go for the rest of his life without anyone realising that it was there. We left well alone and by our son's second birthday there was no trace of the mark to be seen. 

We had missed a couple of expected letters from Phil but that sometimes happened when he was busy. He had started sending us video tapes of his activities, these often featuring his various girl friends in social situations. We had actually initiated the sending of videos to let him share in Paul as the child grew. When a letter came, my friend explained that he had been rather ill. He had succumbed to a tropical parasitic infection of the hair follicles and the treatment had included him losing every bit of hair from his body. The letter jokingly said that the video would let us see what a freak this had made him. The bald head was a shock but both Alice and I could not help laughing as he grimaced in close up to the camera missing both eyebrows and eyelashes. The video was shot mainly in a swimming bath so his bare chest and legs were also very noticeable. One of the later shots was taken from behind as he prepared to run and make a racing dive into the water. Grabbing the remote control, I rewound quickly to the start of the shot and then paused it in horror as I gazed at the anvil shaped birthmark on the back of his head.

Having regained my breath I turned and looked at Alice. "His sperms must be better at swimming than yours," she said calmly.

"I didn't know. I didn't know that you did it with him."

"Of course we did – it's what you wanted isn't it?"

I could not deny it. "How long. For how much of his holiday were you....?"

"Screwing? All the time - virtually from the start."

"When exactly?"

"From the afternoon you deliberately left us alone. The day you got that so called urgent call to go in to work. You couldn't have made it more obvious what we were expected to do if you had given us a manual on how to fuck. So we took you at your word. It started with a couple of hours on Phil's bed in the afternoon and when you did not come home we went back for seconds in the evening. After that we were at any time that you weren't around."

"Why didn't you tell me?" The whole thing hurt like hell but that was my only legitimate grumble."

"Phil wanted to; he said that he had made some kind of promise. I said 'No' because it would have spoiled the whole atmosphere. Can you imagine the expression on your face arriving home knowing what we had been doing all day."

I suddenly remembered something. "So that is why, during that time that you were sometimes too tired or had a headache?" Alice very rarely knocked me back when I wanted her.

"Yes. Most of the time I could hump Phil during the day and then look after you at night but occasionally we went a bit mad so that I finished up either stretched or sore and I couldn't risk you guessing the reason why."

"Well you certainly let yourself get seduced pretty damn quickly," I said bitterly.

"It was hardly being seduced – he had fucked me before."

"Before – when?" My mind was reeling facing revelation after revelation.

"When the four of us were living together. Remember you gave Aimee some driving lessons – that's when we got it together. I had just got round to realising that I was going to finish up marrying you and I wanted to check that I had not picked the wrong one that first day we all met."

"I thought that was decided by Phil picking Aimee."

"Don't be silly," she said.

"It took you three sessions with him before you decided that I was the right one then?"

"No, I decided after the first screw but I liked doing it with him and thought why not while I had the chance. To be honest – we didn't think that it was really driving lessons that Aimee was getting off you."

"But you decided to stick with me."

"Obviously. Phil was perfect lover material but you were far the better prospect for a husband and father. "

"Father! That is ironic after what I have just discovered."

"Just because his sperm was the one that managed to batter its way into one of my eggs does not make him a father. Phil will never be a father in the way that you are going to be. He is going to make an ideal uncle though. Be honest – do you love our son any less since you watched that video?"

I had to admit that this unwelcome knowledge did not really affect me at all – Paul was still my child. "Are we going to tell Phil?" For some reason, her answer to this was more important to me than the detail of biological parentage.

"I don't see why we should," Alice said. "It would only embarrass him."

Just over a week later Alice took me to the shops to buy a new bed. It was giant king size and seemed to be twice the size of our existing double bed. I thought that it was completely over the top but she seemed to have set her heart on it.

The next letter from Phil said that he was shortly taking another three month leave of absence and asked if he could once more depend on our hospitality whilst he was in England. The accompanying video showed that his hair was well on the way back to normal.

During the weeks prior to his arrival Alice and I never discussed the matter but I assumed that Phil would resume having sexual relations with my wife and more or less resigned myself to the fact. An aberrant part of my psyche actually welcomed the thought because the strain of a small child had tended to take some of the excitement out of going to bed. It seemed that Alice had been thinking further ahead than me for I was to discover the real reason for the king sized bed. Phil was hardly inside the house before she announced brightly, "As for sleeping arrangements - I thought that the three of us could bunk in together."

When the time came it happened without build up or ceremony. Alice simply got up and took her mug into the kitchen and it was well over a minute before Phil or I realised that she had gone up to bed and made move to follow. My wife was already in bed when we entered the bedroom, lying in the middle with the covers pulled up to her neck. Without even a glance towards my friend I stripped naked, as was my habit, and then slid into my side of the bed. I think Phil held back to let me get in bed first but when he did it was he that my wife rolled to face rather than me. Rather than cede the field the field completely to him, I enthusiastically fondled her buttocks as they kissed. 

In theory it should have been a bit traumatic for the first time seeing my wife being fucked by another man but it wasn't. Thinking about this afterwards, I decided that one reason may be that I knew that they had enjoyed sex together many times before. Also I had seen Phil in action multiple times in the past when we had same room sex with our respective pick ups and even a couple of occasions when we had tag teamed one girl. This situation was really familiar territory with the only difference being that it was my wife being shared. 

It was understandable that, after his long absence, Phil should get a lot of attention initially but I felt that he continued to get too great a slice of the cake. We fondled her together, like two surgeons working on either side of the same patient, (politely saying 'Excuse me' if our hands accidentally touched) but only ever had sex singly, with him invariably getting first bite of the cherry. Sometimes when Phil had taken time bringing his turn to a close, Alice would say to me, "I am a bit tired love, do you mind giving it a miss tonight." It was a bit galling then to wake up later in the middle of the night and find them at it again. These extra sessions after I was asleep seemed pretty regular, whether I had claimed my marital rights or not. 

Once there occurred the only occasion that we could be said to have had sex with her simultaneously. I woke up to lying on my side with my face buried between her tits. Quite naturally I started sucking on a nipple, later to move up for some passionate kissing while squeezing her breasts with my hand. It was not all one way for she grabbed my prick and worked on it in a meaningful way. Gradually I realised that her body was moving quite independently of my activity so I felt round behind her to investigate the reason. I found that Phil was up her rectum and had been quietly and mechanically humping away all the time.

Discussing sexual preferences with Alice many years afterwards, she told me that Phil had rather a predilection for anal sex. I liked it that way generally only as part of a special sex session where Phil, it seemed, preferred her cunt for grandstand sex but liked the back way for a long leisurely screw. He also always did it lying on his side behind her instead on top as was my way.

Like lightening striking twice, within a month of my friend returning to the Dark Continent, Alice found that she was pregnant again. The big question was in both of our minds during the pregnancy so it was with great relief that we found no sign of an anvil on the new baby boy's head. For some reason I remained uneasy. The fact that my wife had fallen for two unplanned pregnancies was no surprise because she was notoriously cavalier with her birth pills, generally having four or five left over at the end of every month. However, it did seem improbable, that I should have managed to avoid impregnating her so successfully for so long but the luck had run out both times that she had been exposed to Phil. A secret test showed that, while I was not completely infertile, my sperm count was most abnormally low. Therefore it was virtually certain that Phil was the father of Stuart as well.

I could not keep this information from Alice but she received the news in pragmatic fashion. She pointed out how lucky I was then to have two fine sons and that I was little different from other similar men who were only able to achieve fatherhood through the aid of a sperm donor. 

It may seem strange, almost unbelievable, but, except for the month prior to his expected return, Alice and I never discussed Phil's special relationship with her. In all respects we were the same as most couples bringing up a young family and even when receiving a communication from Africa; it might have been from any long term family friend.

His next announced visit provided shocks for me in two respects, the first being that he was returning this time after two years instead of three. He said that he was fed up with the Mugabe regime in what was now Zimbabwe, so had moved to South Africa; despite the high crime rate he thought it would be safer. His letter explained that from now on he would be working two-year contracts with six weeks accrued leave each time instead of three months. As the time drew near, I was looking forward almost as eagerly as Alice because, apart from the sex thing, I did enjoy seeing him and treasured the long evenings listening to his tales. Just before his arrival, the second shock came in my wife's bombshell when she said, "The sleeping arrangements did not work too well last time – I know that it made you a bit peevish. So it might be better if you moved into the spare room and let Phil sleep with me by himself – it is only for six weeks this time after all, not three months."

"How do you expect me to go for six weeks without any?" I pleaded.

"You went without for nine months when both of the boys were on the way – six weeks should be a doddle."

"You helped me out from time to time," I argued.

"I expect that I will be able to help you out again," Alice smiled and as far as she was concerned the matter was settled.

Despite her offer I still felt aggrieved. "Well for fucks sake make sure that you take all of your birth control pills. I don't want to find myself raising any more of Phil's bastards," I heard myself saying angrily.

My wife was stunned by the vehemence of my words. "You can't mean that," she said.

I did not mean it and I was ashamed of my outburst. "Forget what I said," I told her. "It's just that when he turns up I feel like second best."

She took my hand, kissed me, sat me down and said softly, "You can get that idea out of your head straight away. You are not second best, you're the best. I think that you are the best husband in the world and I love you – I don't love Phil. Let me try to explain. I like having sex with him, it's exiting and he makes me feel very wanton but it is not satisfying – I want more and more. The difference is that he fucks me but you make love and making love is best in the long run. After doing it once with you I am satisfied and can go to sleep contented – more contented than after any number of times with him. The thing is that I do like his exciting way of sex and having so little time with him, I want to get as much as I can." 

Mollified I allowed myself to be reduced to the status of lodger. The good thing was that I did collect lodgers perks in that on those evenings that Phil went out alone I got a quick screw in my bedroom. On other occasions when there was less time, Alice was happy to give me an efficient blow-job. This sex did have an extra pleasure due to the piquancy of the situation.

In a less admirable way, I got pleasure out of spying on them together. Twice I made my way to the top of the hill overlooking the house equipped with my binoculars. They always had at least the initial sex with the light on and the bedroom curtains were never drawn so, with the large bed nicely framed in the window, I got a perfect view. Many other times I crept along and stood listening outside their bedroom door. I still do not know if these actions were sick or perfectly natural. 

His next visit two years down the line seemed to come on us in a flash but this time I was better prepared. Rightly guessing that it would be a re-run of the same situation I persuaded Alice that I should have a TV in the spare bedroom to keep my mind off what they were doing. I had also invested in a far better video camera with a remote control facility. I positioned this concealed on top of the wardrobe, angled down and focussed on the huge bed with hidden cabling connecting it to the TV set in my room. I was restricted to the single angle but had a zoom lens facility with two settings. With this set up, I was able to lie in bed and watch them every night of the full six weeks. Even when the light was turned off I still got excellent sound. To my shame, I even taped some of the sessions for later viewing. I got an inordinate amount of perverse pleasure from this activity and it was only after Phil had left that it began to work on my conscience. Every way that I looked it, the conclusion was the same – I was definitely becoming sick in the head. 

When the next bi-annual visit was imminent, the weight of guilt became too much and I decided that I could not expose myself to the same temptation again. There was also another factor to be considered. I told Alice that I could no longer be relegated to the guest room because the boys were now old enough to notice the irregularity of the situation. She said that the same point had occurred to her, which was why she and Phil were taking a two week holiday in Cyprus. This was to be their only time together and apart from that, normal family life would not be disrupted.

This became the pattern that was to be repeated half a dozen times in the future with them going either to Cyprus or a Greek island. The boys came to regard it as a normal part of life that their mother would go off on holiday with Uncle Phil every so often. The first time (or maybe twice), that Alice and Phil went off like that, I thought about them a lot while they were away but it was visions of them walking hand in hand along a beach as carefree lovers that tormented me rather than ones of them engaged in sex. Later I gave them no more thought than any family member away on holiday. 

Another pattern that emerged was that they constantly reneged on the terms of the deal. Although I remained in possession of the marital bed, their sexual activity was not confined to the two weeks they were away together. With the kids out of the way, sitting watching television side by side during the evening, his hand was often inside her blouse and it was not uncommon for Alice to get his penis out and suck him off unconcerned whether I watched or concentrated on the television program. At other times, mainly during the day at weekends, they would blatantly announce that they were 'going for a lie down' leaving me to entertain the boys and Alice frequently left our bed for his but was always back by my side in the morning.

When I was in my late thirties, on one of Phil's visits there was a new development that upset me. Alice and he set off to a party thrown by someone he knew from Rhodesia and did not return until the following day. Alice happily told me that it had turned into a wife swapping party, not hiding the fact that they had joined in. I immediately declared that she was my wife and that nobody was entitled to swap her but me. Alice set me straight saying, "Nobody is entitled to swap me at all – I swap if I want to swap," but then she tried to make me feel better saying, "It's not worth getting in a twist over. It was just a collection of pricks and not very big pricks at that. I don't know why I bothered." Despite this, on his next visit they went to another similar party and again she claimed to be disappointed.




Friend with Benefits



One continuing source of hurt is my wife's confession that she dislikes the taste of my semen but loves that of Phil. Her jocular remark at the time, that it was probably the presence of live sperms which made the difference, failed to amuse me. Alice has given me oral sex on a reciprocal basis when doing sixty-nine, also as a kindness during both pregnancies and in those periods when I have been excluded from my own bedroom but I know that she has gobbled Phil far more - and purely for her own pleasure. 

In any marriage, over time the edge dulls. You fall into a pattern of living, trying to minimise pain but in the process settling for lesser pleasures with everything becoming routine. The thing is that whenever Phil comes visiting, for him and Alice it is always fresh. For the duration of his stay they are like new lovers and inevitably I feel that the contrast between me and him grows ever greater. In the weeks preceding his arrival I can visibly see Alice losing ten years off her age. I feel very dull and ordinary but he always appears looking tanned and dashing.

One day, my wife told me how very perceptive I had been at the start. She admitted that she could see nothing wrong with having sex with someone that you liked and that it seemed illogical for partners to think such an action reflected upon them. She also said that she liked other men and but for the advent of Phil would have had very many affairs over the years.

With a kiss, she congratulated me on my foresight and swore that apart from her one long-time lover, there had been no others. I reminded her of those two wife swapping sessions but she laughed and said that silly things like that didn't count.

Amazingly, Phil and I have never spoken to each other about his relationship with Alice. Nominally he is still performing the original damn favour that I asked of him but I realised long ago that he was cynically pursuing his own interest and would continue to do so even if I asked him to stop fucking my wife. To be rejected in such a request would create such an intolerable situation that I never realistically considered making it.

Alice was correct in her forecast that Phil would be the ideal uncle. In the early years he was the stuff of schoolboy adventure filling the imagined role of Big game hunter, Diamond smuggler and Mercenary. As they grew older my sons admired him instead for the numbers of attractive women that he could pull. Although like me in his forties, Phil was still able to escort girls in their early twenties and one famous conquest was a Hollywood actress, famous for appearing knickerless on screen, who happened to be in Africa for a publicity safari. Largely due to the necessity of parental discipline my relationship with Paul and Stuart has been sometimes strained, with them believing me to be both fuddy duddy and old fashioned where in contrast, to them Phil is always the perennial dashing hero.

Knowing that Phil could still pull very young women, I entertained hopes that as we all aged, the attraction that Alice held for him might to start to fade. The trouble is that, at her best, Alice can still pass for thirty five. In contrast I have aged badly. Phil is a mixture – close up it is plain that exposure to the hot African sun over the years has coarsened his skin, but overall he still projects a youthful image. The attraction is certainly not starting to fade yet because on his latest visit, he seemed as enamoured of her as ever.

You may wonder if I ever played around, either as revenge or from natural urges. The answer is 'No' and the main reason is that I have never wanted any other woman but Alice. Apart from that, as I said at the start, I have little aptitude for chat-up lines - and there have been few occasions when I have been alone with another woman and able to exercise my conversational abilities. 

I would be far happier now if those two wife swapping occasions had never occurred. From Phil's remarks that my wife was the centre of attention both times and his mention of numbers present, I reckon that she had sex with at least a dozen men altogether. Alice maintains that those occasions were totally insignificant and perhaps she is right. However I wonder, had I not intervened and been content to let natural infidelities take their course, would there by now have been fewer men up her than has proved to be the case.

Paul and Stuart have left home, Stuart to start at the university where Paul will get his degree this year. Both boys are more intelligent than I, (or Phil), so the brains are probably down to their mother. As I approach the forthcoming milestone in my marriage I often contemplate the profit and loss account of this most unusual eternal triangle trying to identify the winners and losers. Phil is the undoubted big winner. Following an ideal lifestyle with many dozens of glamorous women in his life, he has always had a very attractive willing mistress in Alice, perpetually waiting for him. Alice is also a winner, enjoying a happy stable marriage with a handsome dashing condoned lover popping up at regular intervals.

What about me? Still I cannot classify myself as a loser because my gains are positive and losses tenuous. I have had the pleasure and pride of two sons that would otherwise have been denied me. I too have had a happy stable marriage with the benefit of a faithful wife (exception allowed). Comparing with colleagues, I believe that after more than two decades of wedded bliss, the occasional of presence of Phil in the marriage, has kept my own sex life fresher than had Alice and I spent the time undisturbed. I also have to admit that I have at times taken an actual, if unorthodox, pleasure in the fact that my wife was having sex with another man. Finally, I have maintained a good and rewarding friendship with Phil when, had Alice not been there as motivation for him to remain in contact, we might easily have lost touch.

Perhaps my loss is yet to come. In his latest letter, Phil states that this is to be his last tour because he intends to abandon Africa and settle permanently in England.

Written 2005