Friends With Real Benefits (Friends With Benefits Book 7)

by Luke Young

  She gasped and leaning back against the mirror moved her hips in circles as he drove into her in a steady rhythm. Suddenly, he tensed and silently released inside her. She opened her mouth and kissed him tenderly as he thrust his hips into her slowly twice more, his body jerking involuntarily. He slipped away from her as he struggled to catch his breath.

  “That was hot,” he managed to say.

  “So much for waiting until you got back.”

  They shared a laugh as Victoria returned her feet to the floor and grabbed a towel. She exhaled deeply. “I’d better go out and say goodbye while you put yourself back together.”

  13

  Jillian’s parents arrived for babysitting duty just about the time Jim was dropping Kaylie off at preschool. After an extensive review of the twins support needs, Brian loaded the suitcases in the car and they headed out to pick-up Victoria for their trip to the airport. It would be the first time that the relatively new parents would be away from their twins for two nights and both were feeling a bit guilty.

  With the production company picking up their travel expenses, the three sat in first class and enjoyed a few glasses of champagne during the three-hour flight to New York.

  After checking in to the Waldorf Astoria, they headed out for an early dinner then to the tennis center. Brian was able to secure center court tickets to a quarterfinal match at the US Open. They were hoping to see Djokovic versus Nadal, but Nadal lost in an earlier match so they were stuck watching Feliciano Lopez battle him instead. Even though Djokovic won easily, it was still a decent match.

  Since they were due at the satellite radio studio by 8:00 am, they wanted to return to the hotel early. Jillian needed to be fresh and on her toes for her scheduled appearance on the edgiest and most popular radio show of all time.

  As his wife luxuriated in their suite’s soaking tub, the freshly showered and tipsy Brian waited impatiently on the king-sized bed. He flipped through the channels on the television, sighed with boredom then spotted Jillian’s laptop on the nightstand.

  He called out, “Do you mind if I check my emails on your computer?”

  Jillian said, “No, go ahead.”

  When he opened her computer the screen brightened to display a word document. His eyes were immediately drawn to the word ‘cock’. He glanced up to the file name and saw it was called ‘The Leg Thing 9.’ A smile spread across his face and he began reading:

  “You love watching me ride another man’s cock don’t you?” Glancing back, Anastasia smiled at Brice as he lay across the mattress with his head exactly level with the sexy view of her shapely rear end as it bounced up and down on Brice’s friend’s huge erection.

  Brice looked up to her face with a sheepish smile then returned his gaze to the action.

  “Go ahead. Suck his cock,” Anastasia commanded as she lifted up and let Joseph’s weighty girth flop from inside her and toward her husband.

  Brice gazed at the monster hesitantly.

  “Suck it,” she repeated.

  Brice tore his gaze from the giant thing she wanted him to suck right back to his wife’s face. He swallowed hard then returned to Joseph’s prize, wrapping his fingers around the slick—

  “Holy shit,” Brian muttered as he quickly closed the lid to the computer. He covered his face with his hands while his mind raced. First he thought of the vacation strap-on adventure that Jillian enjoyed way more than she should have. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the worst experience in the world, but he really didn’t want to go there again.

  No way.

  So, there was that and that alone would be a little concerning. But throw on top of that what happened recently when Brian’s friend Jeremy came to town. She was a little too interested in the tennis match they played together.

  She watched the entire time, didn’t miss a point.

  She was literally engrossed!

  It was all coming into focus now. He was putting all the pieces of the puzzle together and quickly.

  She seemed to be almost flirting with Jeremy after the match as the two buddies stood there, all sweaty and smelly, sharing the crazy stories of their college days. Not to mention, Jillian stealing glances at his friend’s big, dangling, exposed penis. She kept telling him that he should visit again and stay longer and she actually insisted that he stay with them on his next trip to Florida, which was only a few short weeks away. To Brian, it didn’t seem so odd, but now as he read this… this continuation of the novel series based on their lives it was odd.

  It was scary odd.

  His wife, the famous author, has her Anastasia character, AKA Jillian, commanding Brice to… to… he couldn’t even put the words together in his head.

  Brian sighed, raised his palms up and muttered to himself, “Jeremy is Joseph, right? Brice certainly is me. I mean, everyone knows this.”

  Suddenly, Jillian called out from the bathroom, “Will you bring me my shampoo?”

  “What?”

  “My shampoo. I forgot to bring it in the bathroom with me.”

  “Oh, okay.” He slipped off the bed then ran his fingers through his hair with his mind still reeling.

  She called out, “Find it?”

  “What?”

  “Did you find it?” She repeated, annoyed.

  “Find what?” He shook his head remembering. “Sorry, the shampoo. Right. Where is it?”

  “My suitcase. Why don’t you bring my lace teddy in with it too.” She shifted into a sexy tone, “I’m feeling really, you know…”

  “Um, okay.” Brian rushed to the suitcase and rummaged through it. Spotting the bottle of shampoo, he grabbed it then he lifted up a stack of clothing, searching. “Where’s the teddy?”

  “In the top zipper thingy.”

  Upon opening the zipper part, he spotted the sexy white lace teddy all right, but also one other item that stopped him cold.

  Mr. Strap-on made the trip! A new one. A bigger one than the infamous one from that Thanksgiving weekend.

  “Shit,” he whispered then turned toward the bathroom door with his eyes bulging in fear.

  He quickly returned his attention to the sexual device with its straps and harness, studying it for a moment in horror. Cringing, he shoved it back under some bras and zipped up the compartment.

  Jillian called out, “Did you find it?”

  “Um, yep.” Shampoo in one hand and lingerie in the other, he turned toward the bathroom. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. This was the icing on the I-want-to-see-my-husband-with-another-man cake. He muttered softly, “what the hell else could it be?”

  “Be right there,” he called out as he made his way to her like a man heading to his execution. When he entered the room, he spotted his sexy wife lounging in a giant tub of sudsy water. She, of course, looked breathtaking, but he was a bit too stressed out to notice.

  “Oh, you found it.”

  “I did.” He stared at her preoccupied. “Yep, found it all right.”

  “You look sexy.” Smiling, she eyed his nude body. “That’s your favorite isn’t it?”

  He looked taken aback. “No, it’s not. What?”

  She giggled. “I thought you liked that little lace thing.”

  He nodded quickly. “Oh, the lace… yeah, I do like that.”

  After placing the lingerie on a stack of towels, he headed to the side of the tub and handed over the shampoo.

  She smiled up at him. “Sorry I didn’t want you in my tub.”

  “That’s okay.”

  “It’s not that I didn’t want you in with me. It’s just that I wanted to relax and get ready for… you know, something special.” She flashed him a sexy grin.

  With his eyes widening, he swallowed hard. “Special?”

  “You know how much fun hotel sex can be. It’s even better than make up sex.”

  “Oh, yeah, sure.”

  “We both had a few drinks at the match and dinner was fun.” She ran her soapy hands over her breasts. “This could be a perfect night.”


  “Uh-huh,” he replied with his breathing labored.

  “What’s wrong?” She chuckled. “You look like you’re—”

  “No, I’m fine.” His eyes brightened for an instant then he put on a frown. “Actually I’m sick.”

  “Sick?”

  “Yeah, um, dinner.” He backed up away from her slowly. “Don’t you feel sick in the stomach too?”

  “No, I feel fine.” She narrowed her eyes. “Where are you going?”

  “I, um, just…” Placing his hand over his abdomen, he wore a distressed face. “I, um, I think it was the steak. Maybe it was, I don’t know, undercooked or something.”

  “You poor baby.” She rose up from the water and grabbed the bottle of shampoo. “When I get out do you want me to order you some tea?”

  “No, I think I’m just going to go to bed.” He cringed, apologetically. “Sorry, is it okay if we don’t do it? I know you had this, um, big thing planned, but, I just don’t feel up to it. Okay?”

  “Of course. Of course. You just get in bed.” She gave him a genuinely sincere look. “I’ll take care of you.”

  Turning away, he rolled his eyes and thinking that’s exactly what he was afraid of.

  14

  Approximately one thousand miles south, Jim was kneeling on the bathroom floor after finishing Kaylie’s bath. She was now washing her baby doll, Emma, using her ducky sponge as she sat in the tub.

  “Just a couple more minutes, angel. The water’s getting cold.”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  She made a face then lifted her doll above her head inspecting her private areas.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes?”

  “Why doesn’t baby Emma have a bagina?”

  “What?”

  “She doesn’t have a bagina. Look Daddy.” She turned the baby doll upside down, dunking her head underwater and touched her finger right at the flesh patch between the dolls legs.

  He chuckled with his eyes widened. “I think Emma has bigger problems.”

  “What Daddy?”

  “She can’t breathe.”

  Kaylie glanced down, noticing she was obviously drowning her baby doll then burst into a giggle as she turned her right side up. She kissed her doll on the forehead. “Sorry baby Emma. I didn’t mean to hurt you. And sorry that you don’t have a bagina.”

  “I think she’s okay.” Jim shook his head with a smile.

  “So why, Daddy?”

  “Why what?”

  “Why don’t she have a bagina?”

  “Oh, we’re still on that?” He cringed.

  She nodded. “At school we have boy baby dolls and they don’t have penis.”

  “Oh, they don’t.”

  She shook her head. “Why, Daddy? The dolls have all the other parts…” She pointed to the parts as she said them out loud, “… ears, eyes, mouth, arms, legs… but no bagina or penis. Why, Daddy?”

  “Um, maybe the toy company ran out of plastic.” He shrugged.

  She giggled. “You’re silly.”

  “Time to get out.” He grabbed the towel off the rack and held it open. Kaylie stood and he wrapped her up along with her baby doll in the big, fluffy towel. She shivered and hugged her doll tightly.

  “You cold, baby?”

  She nodded and he hugged her close to him. “Let’s get your jammies on, okay.”

  He carried her into her bedroom and went to her dresser. “You want princess or pink?”

  “Princess.” She lay her doll on her bed, sat next to it and pulled her underwear on.

  He held the princess nighty up. “Ready?”

  She nodded and rose to her feet. He slipped the gown over her head.

  She turned her attention to Emma and put her diaper on. “I think the toy company should make dolls with all the parts.”

  “Why?”

  “So she can go pee pee.”

  “I never thought of that, angel.” He nodded. “You’re probably right.”

  “I think I’m going to sleep with teddy tonight.”

  “Okay.”

  She gently lay Emma down in her little crib then sprinted to her bed and jumped on top. Jim grabbed teddy out of her toy box and brought it to her as Kaylie slipped under the blankets.

  “Let’s say our prayers and a special one for Mommy while she’s in New York.”

  Kaylie put her hands together, closed her eyes and began, “God, thank you for Emma and Mommy and Daddy and teddy. Please give the toy companies enough plastic so they can make baginas and penis on their babies.”

  Jim covered his mouth to keep from laughing as she continued, “And please bring Mommy home from New Work.”

  “It’s York… New York.”

  She opened her eyes and made a scrunchy face as she repeated, “New York.”

  He smiled, proudly. “That’s it.” For a moment he considered correcting her pronunciation of vagina, but he preferred she didn’t say that one correctly anyway. “Good night.” He kissed her on the forehead and brushed a stray hair away from her face.

  “Kiss teddy.”

  “Sorry, I forgot.” He kissed teddy too then switched on her nightlight.

  “Night, Daddy.”

  “I love you.” He turned off her big light then slipped out of the room.

  Jim headed to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, chuckling as he replayed the conversation with his daughter in his head. After finishing the dishes, he carried the beer into the living room and turned on the television. A few minutes later his cell phone rang with a Facetime call from Victoria.

  She appeared on screen. “Hey.”

  “Hi.” He smiled and took a sip of his beer.

  “I see you’re relaxing.” She shook her head holding back a laugh.

  “It’s exhausting doing everything by myself. We just had our bath and we’re all tucked in. We went with princess nighty and teddy tonight.”

  “How cute. Did you give her a kiss for me?”

  He cringed. “Sorry, I forgot.”

  “Jim!” She frowned.

  “Sorry, but she threw me off asking why baby dolls don’t have baginas and penises or is it penii?”

  “It’s penises.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I’m sure,” Victoria replied.

  “What’d you tell her?”

  “Um, that the toy companies didn’t have enough plastic.”

  “Really?” She rolled her eyes. “That’s what you came up with?”

  “Yeah, I didn’t know what to say.” He shrugged and fired back sarcastically, “What would you have said, big-sex-therapist-genius-lady.”

  “Well, I would have said that the toy companies are scared that some mommies and daddies would get mad if they made dolls with all the proper parts. And that it’s silly to get scared of that. Everyone either has a penis or a vagina and it’s nothing to be ashamed of or feel weird about.”

  “Oh, well, that’s kinda good, but really long.” He cocked his head. “From now on I think I’ll have her save all those types of questions for you.”

  “Maybe that’s smart.” She held back a chuckle. “You know, they now have a boy doll with a penis. I think we should get her one.”

  “Please don’t.” He sighed.

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t know.” He took a sip of his beer. “I’d just prefer if we didn’t.”

  “You worry too much.”

  “Maybe.”

  “So what are you doing right now?” She flashed him a sexy smile.

  “Just sitting here. What are you doing?”

  “Well, speaking of baginas…” She tilted her phone down to reveal her naked breasts then her actual vagina.

  “Wow, aren’t you cold?” He sat up a little straighter.

  “A little, but I’m really missing you.”

  “I miss you too.”

  She returned the camera to her face. “Do you feel like, I don’t know, fooling around?”

  “Now?” He laug
hed. “Like on Facetime?”

  “People do it.” She tilted her head and shrugged. “It might be fun.”

  “Okay.” He flipped off the television, rose to his feet and headed down the hall. “I’d better get behind closed doors. I definitely don’t want our daughter seeing that.”

  “I agree with you there. A penis is one thing, but a grown man going to town on his erection is something else.”

  “Let’s hope she never has to see that.” He made a face as he closed and locked the door.

  “Oh, knock it off.”

  He sighed. “You know my feelings on that subject. I don’t even want to think about it and if you make me I won’t be able to, you know…”

  “Okay, you’re right.”

  “Should we switch to our laptops? And Skype. You know it’s better.”

  “Good idea.” She smiled. “Call you right back.”

  Jim opened up his laptop, placed it on the bed in front of him and the Skype call came through. When Victoria’s face appeared on screen, he said, “Hello stranger.”

  “You’re weird.” She giggled.

  “Oh yeah, I’m the weird one.”

  “Ready?”

  “I guess. So how do we start?”

  “We just start.” The image on screen shifted to a blank wall then twirled around the room before it settled in on a clear view of Victoria leaning back against pillows, completely naked with her legs spread apart.

  “You look so hot.”

  “Thanks.” She whined, ” But why are you still dressed?”

  “I don’t know how this works. Hold on.” He slipped off the bed and quickly stripped out of his clothes, but left on his socks and boxer briefs. He climbed back on the mattress, leaning against the headboard.

  “You’re still wearing underwear.”

  “I know, I thought it might be sexier that way. I mean, a cock in your face can be a little extreme right off the bat.”

  “Maybe you’re right.”

  Taking hold of his growing penis, he massaged it through his underwear. Victoria slowly slid her fingers down her breasts to her stomach then between her thighs. She moaned. “I really wish you were the one touching me.”