Friends with Benefits

by Anne Lange

  “And then I’ll just stroll over, flirt with your wife, do an odd job or two, and have sex with her?”

  “I’m sure it won’t be quite that simple, but essentially, yes. I’ll talk with both of you while I’m away and see how things are progressing.” Tyler hoped this would work. He wanted to set her inner sex kitten free, and he believed fulfilling her fantasies might just do the trick. But, he also wanted to fulfill some of his own. “I wouldn’t trust anyone else with my wife, Connor. You know that, don’t you? This isn’t a guy thing or me trying to force my wife, or you, into an undesirable situation.”

  “You’re lucky she hasn’t met me before. I hope you know what you’re doing.”

  Tyler studied Connor for a long moment. From the day they’d met at university fourteen years ago, they’d clicked. Back then, they couldn’t have been closer if they were brothers. Unfortunately, their respective career choices took them in opposite directions after graduation. They’d come to rely on email, texting, and the occasional telephone call to stay in touch. Tyler looked forward to spending more face-to-face time with his friend.

  Connor stood with his back to the streetlight, shadows playing across his angular face. The last year had been tough on him, and Tyler knew he needed the diversion a healthy and committed relationship provided, even if that relationship involved three people.

  At three inches taller than his own six-two, Angie would drool over Conner’s build, particularly his pecs and biceps; she loved a great upper body.

  “I do, my friend,” Tyler said, at last. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

  “OK then. I’ll wait for your call.” Connor climbed into his truck and started the engine.

  Tyler stepped back as the truck shifted into gear. With a short nod, Connor tapped this finger to his forehead and pulled out of the parking space. Tyler waited until the truck turned a corner down the street and moved out of sight.

  Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, he returned to the main street, hung a left and walked to the next block. He ducked inside the underground garage. Car doors slammed. Two older women bitched about the cost of parking and a child screamed from one of the levels above him.

  Climbing into his Camaro, Tyler settled behind the wheel and relaxed back into the plush leather seat. He stared out into the evening light. Traffic buzzed by on the street facing him. A young couple got into the car beside him, taking a moment to make out before the guy started the engine and pulled away.

  This would work. It had to. Connor needed a woman in his life he could trust. Angie needed to experience a few of her secret fantasies, explore her sexuality. And—if everything worked out—Tyler would finally have the guts to be totally honest with his wife, and maybe see his wish become reality, too.

  Chapter Two

  Angela dragged her attention away from her novel when she heard her husband’s car pull into the driveway. She remained perched in the chair, but kept an eye on the front entrance, waiting for him to walk through the door. After that last chapter, she was squirming, ready to jump his bones.

  “I can’t believe how horny I am,” she muttered. She palmed her face and giggled. At times, certain hot scenes in her books replaced the need for physical foreplay altogether.

  The front door opened. “Hey, baby. I’m home.”

  His warm baritone flowed through her, the low rumble similar to his Camaro when it idled at a stoplight. The car oozed power, as did her handsome man. She pictured herself spread out over the hood, chest down, Tyler taking her from behind. She shivered and jumped up to meet him halfway.

  “Hey, sexy. I expected you earlier. Did you have to work late?”

  When she reached him, she grasped his blue silk tie—her favorite—around the knot and slid her hand down the length, wrapping the end around her fist. She tugged, bringing his dirty-blond head down to meet her upturned face, and puckered up for his kiss. The palm of her other hand smoothed up his business coat, then tunneled under the lapel to run along his sculpted chest. She loved a strong, muscular chest, and her husband’s surpassed her wildest dreams.

  Tyler didn’t disappoint. He pecked the tip of her nose before moving lower to capture her lips in a kiss that curled her toes. “Nah, just met an old friend for a couple of drinks.”

  “Anybody I know?”

  “By name only.” Tyler removed his suit jacket and hung it over the banister. “Jonesy’s in town. He’s starting a new project in a few weeks. I’m hoping it turns into something permanent.”

  “Wow. Does this mean I’ll finally get to meet him?” After more than eight years together, there were still missing pieces to her husband’s puzzle. She knew he and Jonesy had been close back in school, and still kept in touch, although remotely. His work had always kept her from meeting the man her husband referred to as his best friend. She remembered Tyler’s disappointment when Jonesy had missed their wedding.

  Another puzzle was Tyler’s family. Angela got along fine with them, but she always sensed something different about them. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt certain her husband and his family were holding something back from her.

  “Soon. And depends on how long he’s in town, and his schedule of course. But I definitely want to introduce you to him.” Tyler’s dark-brown eyes strayed to the book in her hand. “So, what are you reading tonight?”

  “A book.”

  He gave her that look. “Smarty pants. What’s this one called?”

  “All Tied Up.”

  Tyler’s brows peaked with interest. He pulled her into his arms and nuzzled her neck. “Sounds fun. Would you like to be tied up, baby?” he whispered in her ear, before his teeth tugged on her sensitive lobe.

  “Oh, I don’t know. Never been before.” She tipped her head to give him better access.

  “There’s always a first time.”

  She felt the wet touch of his tongue as he licked a path up the side of her neck. His husky voice fueled the fire burning in the pit of her stomach. Moisture leaked into her already damp panties. His hands roamed to the bottom of her blouse. One by one, he pushed the tiny buttons through each hole, working by touch alone, all the way to the top. Then he swept the flimsy cotton apart. The front clasp on her bra didn’t offer him any obstacle, as it too gave way to his deft fingers only to be pushed aside to free her to his scorching gaze.

  His fingertips, soft against her belly, slid from her waist over her tummy to the underside of her breasts. He held them in the palms of his hands. She tipped her head the other way. He chuckled and granted her wish, placing love bites on that side, too.

  “Tyler?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Let’s go up to bed.”

  “What’s wrong with right here?”

  Angela’s eyes drifted closed, and she trembled as he sucked on a particularly responsive spot. She gulped. “The…ah…curtains are open. Somebody could see in.”

  “Sweetheart, it’s almost eight o’clock. It’ll be dark soon. Besides, you won’t be standing.”

  He walked her backward until her legs made contact with the sofa. He placed his hand against her chest and with a devilish grin, gave her a gentle shove. Caught unawares and unbalanced, she toppled back, landing on her ass with a tiny bounce. What was with him tonight?

  A naughty gleam shone in Tyler’s eyes, as he reached up and undid his tie. Eyes locked on hers, he pulled it, sliding the silk with sensual slowness through the stiff collar until it fell free. He leaned over and grasped her hands. Placing her wrists crisscross over one another, Tyler bound them together with the smooth tie. Then he raised her arms over her head.

  “Leave them there.” He dropped to his knees.

  He reached out, snagged the waistband of her shorts, and tugged, pulling them and her panties down in one fluid motion. She lifted her legs to accommodate him. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed her clothing over his shoulder, but his entire focus remained on her.

  Angela’s skin tingled under his lust-filled gaze.
She pulled on the tie. Although it loosened with ease, a little thrill zinged through her at the concept of being immobilized. What would it feel like to be restrained? She shivered.

  Tyler sat back on his heels and placed his hands on her knees. “Open for me, baby.”

  Under his gentle pressure, Angela allowed them to fall apart.

  Tyler’s tongue darted out to run along first his upper, and then his lower lip. “A sight I never tire of.”

  With his index finger, he traced a line up one side of her pussy lips and down the other. He dipped between her folds.

  “You’re wet. The book must be good.” He pushed one finger inside, swirled it around and pulled it out. “I’m glad I didn’t stop for supper on the way home.”

  Leaning in, he ran his tongue from the bottom of her moist slit to the top, stopping to flick it back and forth across her clit a few times. Angela moaned her appreciation. Oral sex, the one constant in their sex life, always resulted in an orgasm.

  Tyler scooted closer and lifted her legs over his shoulders. She giggled and gasped when the surface of his tongue tickled a path up the inside of her thigh. He moved back to her pussy, sucking on her outer labia before delving in to gather up her juices on his tongue. She needed his hands on her breasts.

  As though reading her mind, he shifted and ran his palms up her torso to cup her. His smooth hands compressed the globes, squeezing and releasing in gentle pulses, before reaching higher to tweak her nipples. She jumped. She felt his smile against her flesh. As her husband tugged and pinched her hard nubs, she wiggled beneath him, pushing her hips against his face.

  “I love eating you, sweetheart. You’re delicious. So hot and tangy.”

  “Stop talking and make me come.” Her legs started to quiver, and her breath came in short pants. “I’m already close.”

  “But I haven’t had enough time to eat my meal.”

  “Consider it the appetizer. I need to…please…”

  His devious chuckle vibrated against her clit. “Then let me help with that.” He pushed two fingers deep inside her, thrusting hard and fast. “Come for me, Angie.”

  “Oh, God.” She pumped against his hand, rising to meet his every move. She loved the feeling of him pounding into her. It didn’t matter whether he used his fingers or his cock.

  “Come on, Angie, I can feel you trembling. You’re almost there, babe.”

  He plunged deep, rubbing against the delicate tissue around her opening on each thrust.

  She needed…just a little…just maybe…oh, yes…score.

  Her back bowed as her orgasm rolled through her like a freight train. She screamed. Her husband continued to sink his fingers into her, but his strokes gentled. His tongue passed over her clit, once, twice. She shuddered and slumped against the sofa.

  He removed his hand and sat back on his heels, a smug expression on his face, her moisture coating his lips. “Now that’s what I like to see.” His eyes widened, glittering with hunger as he raised his hand and stuck the first two digits into his mouth, all the way past the second knuckle. “Yum,” he growled.

  “I need you inside me, Tyler. Right now.”

  “Don’t have to ask me twice.” He stood and yanked the tail of his shirt out of his pants. She waited while he undid the cuffs on his sleeves and then each button on his white dress shirt. The damn thing had far too many buttons.

  He shucked his pants, and kicked them aside to join her discarded pile of clothes. Then he stood over her and placed his hands on the back of the cushion on either side of her head. He leaned down low to kiss her.

  Arched over her, angling his hips, their lips made contact at the same time his cock filled her. The smell and taste of her own arousal on his tongue stoked the fire deep in her womb. Finding the correct pace right from the start, he fucked her hard. Exactly how she liked it.

  “This is gonna be super-fast, hon. Sorry, but I can’t hold it back tonight,” he said between clenched teeth. He grunted on each downward plunge.

  Angela clamped onto his arms, her nails digging into his biceps, as his hips slammed into hers. Skin slapped against skin. Holding on for the ride, surprise engulfed her when a second orgasm started to coil within her. That never happened, at least not over the last few years. But sure enough, as her husband drove into her like a jackhammer—his powerful arms bulging under her tense fingers, sweat dripping from his brow—her vagina contracted, gripping him tight. Her heart raced, and her breathing changed. She was going to come again.

  His eyes locked onto hers. “I’m so close. You’re squeezing my cock, baby. I can feel you hugging it. Please tell me you’re ready to tip over that sweet edge with me.”

  She could only nod.

  “Hold on to me, Angie.”

  She did. Tight. Tyler’s thrusts became erratic with the awkward way he stood over her, but it didn’t slow him down. He pounded into her, grinding his pelvis against hers, groaning with the effort. She could feel his legs shaking. With a harsh moan spilling over his lips, hot jets of cum splashed inside her, setting off her mini-explosion. She closed her eyes. She felt her mouth fall open, but she couldn’t utter a sound.

  Tyler’s knees collapsed, and he dropped on top of her for a brief moment before he transferred his weight and flipped around to sit on the cushion next to her, hauling her with him as he turned, so she lay across his lap.

  He wrapped his arms around her, cuddling her close. “God, I love you, Angela.”

  “I love you too, Tyler.”

  * * *

  Angela stood on tiptoe, putting the last dried dish in the cupboard. Her pink blouse hung loose around her waist over the top of her white walking shorts. Tyler preferred her earlier outfit—nothing but bright blue eyes, soft kissable flesh blushed with arousal, rose-tipped nipples, and her blonde hair draping over her shoulders, mussed after reaching that second orgasm. Two orgasms in a row weren’t common for her. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time it had happened.

  Tyler walked up behind her, circling his arms around her middle. He pressed a kiss to her neck, behind her right ear and then rested his chin on her shoulder. He absorbed the smell of green apple shampoo and vanilla body wash. The faint fragrance of sex lingered, punching a shot of lust through his veins, stiffening his cock.

  Dark had long overtaken the evening. After a late dinner of leftover chicken casserole and a bottle of white wine, they’d at last gotten around to cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. He knew his wife hated going to bed with dirty dishes cluttering the counter. The air conditioner hummed in the background, competing with the sound of the late edition of the local news on the television.

  “So,” Tyler said, “are you sure you don’t want to come with me at the end of the month? My mom would love to see you.”

  Angela closed the cupboard door and turned in his arms. “No, I’m fine. Besides, I think you should spend some quality time her. I know your dad and Michael are away on their annual golf trip, so she’s probably a little lonely in that big house. There’s a lot to do around here. Plus, I’ve got that proposal I should finish for work.”

  “I’m certain you’ll win the bid for your company.” Angie had been working hard on it and deserved the deal. Winning this particular project would be a feather in her cap, giving her an opportunity to get out from behind the desk and onto a full-blown project for a while. Although he figured she’d end up wasting most of the weekend reading by the pool. On top of that, she’d be fixated on the many chores around the house and property.

  Tyler had been stressing over work and their new home the last few months, and work had limited his time with his wife. Although he now owned his own IT security company, he still made a point of getting out and fostering the relationships he’d built with his top clients. Managing the office, building the business, and keeping on top of the field work had him running in all directions. But with Connor in town, he imagined he’d have to restructure his schedule. He wanted to commit the time required to make his plan work.
His friend needed stability. Angela needed to embrace her wild side, and he needed to see if any chance at all existed for him to experience the life his parents enjoyed.

  “Fair enough,” he said, at last. “I wanted to give you an opportunity to change your mind before I booked my flight.”

  “No, you go ahead.”

  “The meeting’s a couple of days. So if I leave Tuesday from work, and then head to Mom’s on Friday. I’ll be back home Sunday at the end of the day. So you’ll have the weekend to do…whatever.” He added an intentional pause.

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “Nothing. Just saying I think you should be a little adventurous while I’m away.” He watched first confusion, then curiosity, and lastly nervous excitement travel across her face. He stifled a chuckle. If she only knew how expressive her eyes were. She thought he didn’t know about her frequent trips to buy batteries, or how often she came to bed aroused after absorbing one of her naughty stories.

  She uttered a nervous twitter. “Adventurous? Here? Are you serious? Nothing happens here, and I’ve got nothing special planned besides work, and lazing by the pool with a book or two. Maybe I’ll tackle the garden.”

  He felt his lips twitch as he watched her cheeks flame. He remembered how wet she’d been before he walked through the door earlier. What would she do when a total stranger showed up looking to help her out for the weekend? Before he spoiled the surprise, he turned and strolled into the other room, humming.

  “What was that?” she called after him.

  “Nothing.”

  “I could have sworn you said something.”

  Tyler didn’t respond. After putting the leftovers in the refrigerator, Angela joined him on the couch, cuddled next to his side, and opened her novel.

  He kept his gaze glued to the television. “Angie?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Remember the other night, when we talked about our fantasies?”