by Megan West
She couldn’t keep her moans quiet as he slid the length of his tongue inside her, letting his lips latch around her clit. His tongue slid in and out of her soft slit again before rhythmically sucking her sensitive nub. She gripped the covers and thrust her hips against his exploring tongue. The familiar feeling of heat and pressure swirled in her core and she knew she was close.
"Benjamin...I'm...going...to...cum!" Barbara panted breathlessly as she felt her pussy tighten and his tongue dive deeper. Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge he leaned up and thrust his cock between her wet lips. Her jaw locked open from the sudden girth filling her pussy.
With two thrusts he had pushed her over the edge. Her pussy sucked at his cock, milking him with strong throbs and pulling him deeper inside as her legs trembled. Hot tingles of pleasure bubbled to the surface of her skin as her nails clawed at the comforter.
She threw her head back and moaned so loudly someone downstairs must have heard. With a deep thrust and a grunt she could feel his warm jets of cum shooting inside her. He grabbed her shoulders tightly and forced himself deeper, ejaculating his pearly white juices inside her womb.
"Ah...fuck!"
She noticed that his accent was even stronger and she couldn't help but laugh as he shot his final spurt of cum before collapsing on top of her tired and sweaty body.
"Oh God, Benjamin, I can't think of the last time I felt that amazing!" Her words were breathless.
He lifted his head and smiled at her.
"I'm glad I could help...I don't think your husband will be as glad though..." He slid out of her dripping slit and flopped onto the bed beside her, catching his breath.
"Will? He will have to like it. I've played the loving wife with no reward for long enough, now I get my reward."
She turned to him, her breasts still heaving. "Besides...it didn't look like he was all that upset, when I looked over he had his dick in his hand and was tugging it harder than ever."
Benjamin laughed.
"I suppose it does a man good to watch his wife get fucked by another man once in a while..."
"Well, it sure will teach him to appreciate what he has." Barbara sat up on the edge of the bed. "Right, now you're going to have to help me back in to this dress so we can make an appearance downstairs."
Benjamin sat up, his cock still semi-hard and shining with her juices.
"Let me clean up and then I will do anything you wish, Mrs. Bennett." He winked at her and headed towards the bathroom.
While Benjamin cleaned himself up, Barbara sat on the stool in front of her mirror, her big breasts still rising and falling quickly and she peered at her sweaty skin. Her makeup had begun to run and she took a tissue, dabbing it carefully with a glorious smile on her face.
She couldn't believe what she'd done. Sure, she'd fantasized plenty of times about cheating on Will but she'd never actually thought about acting on it and then tonight not only had she cheated on him but she'd given him little choice but to watch. To be honest she had to admit that the thought of him watching her getting fucked by a man so much hotter than he was made her wet.
"Now, what can I help you with?" Benjamin appeared from the bathroom, still naked, his cock half stiff and bouncing as he walked.
"Well..." Barbara turned and eyed his cock once more, a smile playing on her lips.
"Oh no, Mrs. Bennett, I'm not that good. I at least need a little break and maybe a glass of water..." Barbara took pleasure each time he called her Mrs. Bennett and she had no intention of telling him to call her by her first name, there was something so very erotic about it all.
"I suppose you're right..." She turned back to the mirror, reapplying her lipstick and fixing her eyeliner.
"You'd better put your pants back on, I'm not sure the rest of the guests would be too impressed if you walked downstairs with no pants...although with a cock like yours I can't be sure."
She flashed him a full smile in the mirror and watched him bend over to pick up his pants, his boxer briefs still tucked inside them.
"You know, Benjamin...I'll have to make sure that you're invited to all of our events from now on. I haven't had this much fun at one of these corporate shindigs for...well...ever."
Benjamin laughed, a loud laugh that she knew they would hear downstairs and she had to admit that the thought of how envious all of the other wives would be as they walked downstairs together made her smile.
"Let's get you in this dress again and I'll go downstairs so we don't raise any suspicions." Barbara stood up from the stool and walked to him.
"My dear, I couldn't give a fuck who knows that I just had the best orgasm of my life, with you...in fact, it could be quite fun seeing the looks on the faces of all of the other wives when they realize that we've both been missing for so long." Benjamin shook his head.
"You are persistent, Mrs. Bennett." Barbara lifted her arms up and Benjamin slipped the dress over her head, sliding it down slowly, brushing out any wrinkles with his hands as he did.
"And you, Benjamin, are incredible." She winked at him and sat back on the stool to slip on her shoes.
He picked up his shirt and slid it on. She looked up, watching his thick fingers button each of his buttons before tucking the shirt in to his trousers and brushing his hands over its front. The wrinkles were obvious but there was little that either of them could do about it.
"So..." Barbara stood up, taking Benjamin's arm and pulling him towards the bedroom door, "when do you think the next corporate party will be?"
He laughed as they walked through the hallway.
"Well, Mrs. Bennett, I'd say it should be as soon as possible." They began to head down the stairway in to the main hallway and the sound of chattering voices became louder as the descended.
"I was thinking about having a little, umm, New Years sort of thing but you know, Benjamin, I think I might need your help with the planning."
"Oh?" They followed the buzzing voices into the kitchen.
"Yes, I was thinking I'd start the planning tomorrow, what do you think?" She looked at him with a smirk on her face, he shrugged.
"I'd say it was very prudent to plan ahead, Mrs. Bennett." As they talked the conversation continued around them and no one seemed to notice that they had just walked down the stairs together, let alone the fact that they had both been absent for so long.
"Allow me to pour you a drink." Benjamin took an empty glass and poured a glass of champagne, handing it to Barbara before pouring his own and taking a gulp.
"A well earned drink, I'd say!" She winked at him and took a large drink from her glass before turning to look for her husband. Will was nowhere to be seen and for just a moment she worried that perhaps she had taken things a step too far but when he came walking in to the kitchen with his own drink in hand she dismissed her worry.
"Ahh, there's my lovely wife." Will slid his arm around the small of her back and took a drink from his glass before setting it down on the countertop.
"I've been looking for you, my love." He leaned in and kissed her cheek and for just a moment he lingered, his mouth close to her ear and she could feel herself getting damp for him.
"Ahh, and Benjamin my good friend! We must catch up more often! I was actually going to ask if you could drop by tomorrow to discuss a little idea I have in mind. I know you're working out of the San Antonio office now but if you could drive up after work..."
Benjamin nodded.
"I was actually just discussing a visit with your wife, she's invited me to help her to plan a new year's company get together." Benjamin looked to Barbara who nodded.
"I was telling Benjamin, I could really use his services tomorrow to help me do a little party planning."
Will nodded smiling at them both.
"Good, good, that sounds like the perfect plan, I'll make sure I'm home from the office early and maybe we can get everything done with one visit." Barbara turned to Will.
"You know, honey, I think it's going to take a little more
planning, I'd really love the new year's bash to be a big one, you know, waiters, waitresses, the whole nine yards." Will nodded.
"Ahh, so I suppose we'll be seeing a lot more of you then, Benjamin."
"Oh, yes honey, I'd say at least for a little while I'll be needing Benjamin's help." Will nodded again.
"That sounds like a very good plan, dear." Will leaned in and kissed Barbara on the cheek again before walking out of the kitchen to mingle with other guests.
"Well..." Barbara turned to Benjamin, "I'd say that went pretty well wouldn't you?" Benjamin smiled at her and taking half a step forward he whispered.
"I'd say that your husband has just discovered what turns him on, Mrs. Bennett."
She smiled and shot him a wink as she followed her husband out of the kitchen and into the living room. With each step she took she could feel Benjamin's cum slipping out of her and soaking her panties, mixing with her husband’s cum he had wiped off.
And the more she thought about it the more she couldn't wait to do it all over again.
First Free Bonus Story
Jennifer waited in the exam room impatiently. She shivered in the silly paper gown she had been given. They always kept the rooms too cold. She hoped the doctor would show up soon before she lost her nerve. The dreams she was having lately were incredibly disturbing, and she really wanted a medical professional’s opinion. Even though her doctor was only a general practitioner and her dreams fell outside his line of expertise, he’d hopefully be able to offer some sort of guidance.
It was late. She was the last appointment of the day and the receptionist had gone home while Jennifer was still waiting to be called in. The nurse who had escorted her back was anxious about how far behind they were running.
Jennifer hoped it wouldn’t be too much longer before the doctor arrived. She’d been seeing Dr. Granger ever since she turned eighteen. He was a kindly old man and it was only because she was so familiar with him that she even contemplated asking her embarrassing questions.
A knock thudded against the door before it swung open. A man who appeared to be a doctor, though certainly not Dr. Granger, walked in. Jennifer clutched the thin paper robe tighter around her neck.
“Who are you?” she asked, nervously.
“Dr. Franklin,” he said in a kind, cultured voice. “Sorry for the long wait and last minute change. Dr. Granger was called away unexpectedly and asked me to fill in for him. If you prefer your regular doctor, we can reschedule.”
Jennifer swallowed and clutched the robe tighter. She really wanted to get everything over with. But, on the other hand, could she actually talk to a doctor who looked like he stepped out of a movie screen? He was a good thirty years younger than Dr. Granger, had a full head of midnight black hair, and ice blue eyes.
In a word, he was gorgeous.
While she was thinking about it, there was another knock on the door and the nurse came in. She went up to Dr. Franklin wringing her hands.
“I’m really very sorry, but I have to go now. My mother can’t wait any longer for her medication.”
The doctor sighed, but gave the agitated nurse a kind smile. “I understand. Thank you for staying as long as you did. It was a tough day for all of us.”
Looking very relieved, the nurse flashed Jennifer an apologetic smile and rushed from the room. When Dr. Franklin turned back to her he threw up his hands.
“Well, that settles that then. Without a nurse you’ll need to reschedule. I’m so very sorry for the inconvenience.” He opened her file and started to jot down a note.
Jennifer felt her heart race and her face heat from blushing. One of the things that had made her uncomfortable about talking about her issues with a doctor was knowing the nurse would be listening. She pictured them all gossiping about her afterward. This was her chance to talk to a doctor without another set of ears.
“Could I just do the appointment without the nurse?” she asked nervously.
Dr. Franklin raised his eyebrows, looking concerned. “Are you sure you’d be comfortable with that? The nurse is here for you. Most women prefer to have someone else present during exams.”
Shrugging, she looked at her feet, shy about meeting his beautiful blue eyes. “I’m fine without her. I mean, I like having just the doctor.”
“Hmm, it’s certainly not protocol. But since you’ve waited all this time and are already undressed, it seems awful to turn you away. If you’re certain you’re comfortable without her being here, we can continue,” he said, his voice more definite as he talked his way through it. “Only if you’re sure though?” he continued. “After all, you and I have never met before.”
Jennifer’s mind was racing. She had decided a temporary doctor was even better to speak to about her dreams. She’d probably never see him again after all so didn’t have to be embarrassed every time she had an appointment.
Finally looking him in the eye, she said, “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Okay then. Let’s get started.”
He opened her file and looked at the data the nurse had already collected. “Your blood pressure, temperature, and weight all look great. I see you eat well. That’s good. Hmm, we’re doing a pap smear? You want to do that still tonight?”
“Yes,” she said. “I want to get it all over with.”
Giving her an understanding smile, he placed the file on the counter. “I can certainly see that.”
He walked closer to her and patted the head of the exam table she sat on. “You can go ahead and lie down.”
Jennifer swiveled around and reclined onto the padded table. The doctor extended the stirrups and pushed the removable end into the hidden compartment beneath. When she placed her feet in the stirrups, he came around to her side.
“I usually start with the breast exam. Okay?”
Nodding, she tried to force herself to relax. She wasn’t at all worried about being alone with him or even having him touch her. It was the anticipation of having something important to say but fearing the reaction. Just thinking about her questions was turning her on. She felt her nipples harden, making her blush.
“I’m sorry for the cold,” the doctor said when he spread apart the paper robe.
“Oh, uhm, it’s not that,” she blurted out and then wanted to snap her mouth shut when she realized what she’d said.
He smiled and reached for her right breast, lightly rubbing around the nipple with his fingertips. Thankfully he didn’t ask what she meant by her comment.
Despite the cold room, his hands were warm and felt lovely against her skin. Horrifyingly, she found herself responding to him, her pussy tingling with desire. Turning her head to look away, she tried to think about something else. But with his hands on her and all the crazy thoughts in her head, she couldn’t force her body to behave.
“Are you okay?” he asked, finishing with the first breast.
“Uhm, I’m sorry. I just have some questions I’d been needing to ask but they’re kind of embarrassing so…” she let her voice trail off, her eyes firmly on the ceiling tiles above.
He walked around the head of the table and started to examine her left breast.
“Ask me anything,” he said kindly. “And please don’t worry, I’m sure there’s nothing you can say that would shock me.”
Reassured, she took a deep breath and decided to go for it. “I keep having all sorts of strange dreams. I’m with a man in them, but instead of everything being nice and romantic, it’s all rough and violent. He’s hitting me and forcing me to do things.”
Dr. Franklin kept touching her breast while she spoke, slowly working his way around the soft mound, checking for lumps. She had never intended to talk about this stuff while the doctor was actually touching her and realized it was a huge mistake. Her back arched and she pressed into his hand before she even realized what she had done.
His hands stopped moving, but stayed on her breast. “Jennifer? Can you look at me please?”
His eyes were intense, concern wri
tten all over his face. “Are you being abused?” he asked.
“Oh, no no!” she was quick to reassure him. “Absolutely not. The dreams. They’re good.”
She had gotten the hardest part out and only maintained eye contact through sheer force of will.
“Okay, good. I’m very glad to hear that,” He smiled.
Jennifer let out a huge breath, feeling much better now. “So, yeah, I just wanted to know. Is this normal?”
“What are the men forcing you to do?” he asked, still holding her breast in his hands.
“They spank me,” she started. “And, uhm, other things. I, uh, it’s hard to describe without being crude.”
