Chapter 1: Introduction
"And your winner, by knockout and still undefeated ... Benny "Steel-Glove" Thompson!" sang the ring announcer.
The crowd erupted as Ben's hand was raised by the referee. Before I could turn to congratulate Charlotte, Ben's wife, she was already clambering under the ropes and into the ring. Her curly brown hair bounced as she leaped into Ben's arms, her hazel eyes sparkling with pride.
"Told you we should have bet on him!" Danielle shouted at me over the din.
Danielle, Charlotte and I had been friends since college and though our lives had taken different paths, we still made time for each other and, with our husbands, had formed a close-knit group. We saw each other almost every week and during most holidays.
Charlotte, as I've mentioned, was married to Ben who had just won his fifth professional boxing match by knocking his opponent out in the third round, which, apparently, is quite good. Charlotte was a florist, but her real passion was painting. She was always covered in colors, even now, as Ben spun her around, her dress was a psychadelic whirl of greens, blues and yellows.
Danielle was the most confident of the three of us. She was a lawyer and her husband, Mark, was a doctor. They had a picture perfect sort of life, complete with a big, beautiful house and two perfectly behaved children. She was always impressively dressed and put together, her short, cherry dyed, hair styled to perfection and her green eyes accentuated by impeccable makeup. She had a commanding presence. Even in the most crowded room, she was the one who caught your attention.
As for me, my name is Claire, I was 29 and had just been let go from my job as a graphic designer. My husband, Tom, was a marketing executive and made good money so that we didn't need to worry too much about losing my income. I could spend my days volunteering and trying out new hobbies but what I really wanted was to start a family.
"You were right!" I shouted back to Danielle.
"I always am," she grinned.
This was the first time Danielle and I had been to one of Ben's fights, or any fight for that matter. I had to admit, it was more exciting than I'd anticipated. The raw, primal thrill of it all was intoxicating and I'd screamed louder than I thought possible when Ben had delivered that final blow.
"That's his fifth professional win," Danielle told me.
"Is that good?" I asked incredulously.
Danielle laughed, "Well, it's not bad. He's undefeated so far."
We both watched the ring, where Charlotte had finally released Ben from her victory hug. He was now smiling and waving to the crowd. Danielle leaned in closer to me.
"I'll tell you something else, I wouldn't mind having some of that at home," she said, eyeing Ben with a playful smirk.
I rolled my eyes, "Danielle, you're shameless!"
"What can I say? I have a type," she shrugged as her eyes wandered over Ben's heavyweight torso.
Danielle and I left the arena and waited outside for Charlotte to meet us. We had arranged to go out for some drinks after Ben's fight whether he won or lost. We had to wait almost 40 minutes before Charlotte emerged from the locker room with flushed cheeks and a satisfied grin.
"Where have you been? I could have died of thirst out here!" Danielle exclaimed, only half-jokingly, as Charlotte approached us.
Charlotte just laughed, "Sorry, I should have warned you. Ben and I like to...well, celebrate after a fight," Charlotte said, her grin broadening further.
"And how do you like to celebrate?" Danielle asked, raising an eyebrow.
Charlotte giggled, "Let's just say he gave me a big win of my own tonight."
"In the locker room? Oh you kinky thing," Danielle teased.
Charlotte told us that Ben would meet us at the bar when he was done with his post-fight routine. We walked to the nearby sports bar. Inside, it was packed with people, the smell of fried food filled my nostrils and the sound of a hockey game blared from the TVs.
We found ourselves some standing space and three margaritas later I was starting to feel the buzz. Danielle brought the conversation back around to Charlotte and Ben's locker room antics.
"So, Charlotte, do you and Ben always have sex after a fight?" She asked mischievously.
"Danielle, come on, we don't need all the details," I said, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Don't pretend you're not curious," Danielle retorted, taking a sip of her drink.
Charlotte just laughed, "Well, it's not like we're doing anything wrong. It's just... Ben's adrenaline is high after a fight, and I guess it's a good way for him to... let off some steam and, God, I'm not complaining."
"Is he good?" Danielle pressed.
Charlotte didn't speak at first but nodded slowly in a way that said more than words could before adding, "He's very...dominant."
"I'm jealous, Mark and I barely fuck since the kids came along. He's always too tired or too busy," Danielle said, her voice tinged with frustration. "It's a shame, he's got a great dick too."
"Ben's is pretty big too," Charlotte bragged.
"Guys!" I hissed, looking around to see if anyone had heard her. "Keep your voice down."
Danielle waved my prudish protest away, "What? It's true. And it's not like anyone here is a stranger to the topic. Look around, we're in a sports bar, half the people here are probably thinking about sex right now."
I couldn't help but laugh at that.
"What about Tom, what's he like in the bedroom?" Charlotte asked, turning to me. I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks as I thought about my husband. Tom was a good man, kind and loving, but he was also predictable. He was the kind of man who would rather play a videogame at home than go out for dinner. He was safe, reliable, but not exciting.
"He's...fine," I said, taking another sip of my drink. "He's, you know, average."
Danielle chuckled, "So, no surprises in the bedroom either?"
I shook my head, "Not really. He's...well, he's, quick."
Charlotte and Danielle exchanged a look, then burst out laughing. I couldn't help but join in, the alcohol and the absurdity of the conversation making me giggle nervously.
"Quick? That's not a good thing, Claire," Danielle said, wiping a tear from her eye.
I shrugged, "It's not the worst thing. At least he's consistent."
"Consistently disappointing," Danielle muttered under her breath.
"It's not like I can change him," I sighed, feeling a little bit bullied now.
"Don't you get bored?" Charlotte chimed in, her eyes softening as she looked at me. "Have you thought about, exploring other options? I mean, that hot guy by the bar has been looking over here for the last ten minutes."
"What guy?!" Danielle and I asked in unison, turning to look at the bar. Sure enough, a man was standing there, his eyes locked onto me. He was tall, with dark hair that was styled in a messy way that made him look like he'd just rolled out of bed. He was wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt that showed off his muscular, tattooed, biceps and a pair of jeans that hugged his thighs in a way that made me feel a little flushed. He caught my eye and gave me a small smile before turning back to his drink.
"Claire, you should go talk to him." Charlotte suggested.
"What? No, I can't do that. I'm married," I protested timidly.
"Oh, come on, it's not like you're going to sleep with him. Just go over there and flirt a little. It'll be fun," Danielle urged, pushing me gently in the man's direction.
Charlotte nodded in agreement, "Danielle's right. It's not like you're doing anything wrong. Just have a little fun."
"No, I cant," I insisted.
"Well, if you won't, I will," Danielle said, downing the rest of her drink. Charlotte and I watched as Danielle weaved through the crowd and said something to him. He looked over at me, then back to Danielle, and smiled. Danielle laughed at something he said, then put her hand on his arm and whispered something in his ear. He nodded, then put his hand on her waist.
Danielle looked over at us, winked, and then led him towards the dance floor where they disappeared into the crowd. I felt a pang of jealousy, not because I was interested in that man, but because I envied what Danielle had - the confidence to do what she wanted, when she wanted.
"Claire! You should have gone over. Now she's going to have all the fun," Charlotte chastised me playfully. "He was definitely checking you out first."
I smiled, a little flattered that of the three of us he had been watching me. I was the shorty of the gang, just 5'2" and though I know I'm pretty and blonde, I'm not usually the one who gets noticed. Charlotte and Danielle were the ones who turned heads. They were both tall and stylish. Charlotte was slim, like me, whereas Danielle had curves that demanded attention and they were both always more tanned than me, my skin would burn at the mere suggestion of sunlight.
"He was probably just looking for the easiest target," I joked.
The conversation between Charlotte and I continued for about an hour while Danielle was MIA with her dance partner.
"Hey guys," Ben's deep voice came from behind me, making me jump slightly. "Sorry I took so long."
"No problem, Ben. We're just glad you won," Charlotte said, tugging his leather jacket towards herself and kissing him softly on the lips.
Ben scanned the room, "Where's Danielle?"
"Over there on the dance floor," I pointed towards the crowded dance floor where Danielle was dancing with the mystery man.
Ben's eyes followed the direction of my finger, his eyes narrowing as he spotted his friend's wife grinding against the stranger.
"What the fuck?" Ben growled, his jaw clenching as he watched the two of them.
"Ben, calm down," Charlotte soothed, placing a hand on his arm. "It's just a dance. She's having fun."
Ben shook off her hand, "I don't give a fuck if she's having fun, she's married."
"Ben, it's not what it looks like," I tried to reassure him, but he was already storming towards the dance floor, Charlotte and I hurried to catch up.
As we reached the dance floor, Ben put his body between Danielle and the stranger. They both looked up at him, the stranger with a smirk, Danielle with a scowl.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Ben?" Danielle snapped, pushing past him to stand in front of the stranger. "We were just dancing."
"Yeah, Dude, what the hell?" the stranger said, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly while backing off three steps.
"She's married to my friend, DUDE," Ben growled, emphasizing the last word with a threatening step forward.
The stranger, though not backing down completely, seemed to sense the peril he was in and held up his hands in a pacifying gesture.
"Easy, man. I didn't know," he said, his eyes flicking to Danielle, then back to Ben. "She came over, started dancing, I didn't realize she was with anyone."
Danielle scoffed, "I think I can handle myself, Ben. I don't need you to play white knight for me."
Ben's gaze softened slightly as he looked down at Danielle, but the tension in his body remained.
"I'm taking you home," Ben told her, his arm wrapping around Danielle's waist and pulling her away from the dance floor.
Danielle tried uselessly to wriggle out of Ben's grip, "Ben, stop it. I can take care of myself."
Ben's jaw was set, his eyes darkening. "It doesn't look that way to me. Let's go."
I looked at Charlotte, who just shrugged and mouthed, "Boys will be boys."
We followed Ben out of the bar. My heart was racing from the excitement of the confrontation. I didn't approve of violence but seeing Ben's protective alpha nature on public display was fascinating. I couldn't imagine Tom ever standing up for me like that.
In the cool night air I suddenly realised how drunk the three of us were. A fuzzy haze settled over everything as Ben drove us home.
Danielle was silent, arms crossed tightly across her chest, staring out the window while Charlotte and I slurred casual conversation that I suspect made little sense to sober Ben.
We dropped Danielle off first, Ben helping her out of the car and walking her to the front double door. They stood there for a moment, faces close, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were arguing or if Ben was apologizing. Eventually, Ben stepped back, and Danielle went inside, slamming the door behind her.I'
Ben got back in the car, his jaw still tense. "She'll be fine," he said, as if reading my mind. "She just needs to cool off."
Charlotte sighed, "She hates being told what to do. Even when she knows it's for her own good."
We pulled up outside my house next. Ben guided me out of the car, and I leaned on him heavily. He was over a foot taller than me, and so he resorted to lifting me up by my waist and carrying me up the garden path. I tittered immaturely, feeling woozy from the drinks.
"You're a lightweight, Claire," Ben said as he walked up to my door.
"I haven't drunk this much in ages," I admitted. "And it definitely went straight to my head."
Ben smiled, his jaw no longer clenched. "You're cute when you're drunk."
I laughed, "I'm sure I'm not. I bet I'm a hot mess."
"You're not," Ben said reassuringly as he put me down on the porch and helped me find my keys in my purse.
"Here they are," He held them out for me, but I fumbled them instead.
"Thanks," I said, finally getting a grip on them.
"Tom is a very lucky man," Ben said, his voice dropping to a lower register. It was a statement that sent a shiver down my spine, one that I wasn't expecting or sure how to respond to.
Ben walked back to the car and I watched him go, the warmth of his words heating my cheeks.
I went upstairs and found Tom snoring softly in bed. I changed into my pink pajamas, brushed my teeth, and then stood in the bathroom for a moment, looking at my reflection. My cheeks were still flushed and my eyes seemed a more brilliant blue than usual.
I slipped into bed next to Tom, but sleep didn't come. My mind was in overdrive with thoughts of Ben's match and the incident in the bar. I fidgetted, trying to get comfortable, but my body was restless.
"Tom," I whispered, nudging him gently. "Tom, wake up."
He grumbled, turning over, "Claire, what is it?"
"I can't sleep," I said, sitting up in bed.
Tom rubbed his eyes, sitting up beside me.
"What's the matter? Bad dreams?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"Are you in the mood to...you know," I said, a slight tilt to my head, indicating what I was hoping for.
Tom looked at me for a moment, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He sighed, "Claire, it's late. I'm tired."
"I just thought, if we're going to start a family." I began, my voice trailing off as I tried to suppress my disappointment. Really, I wanted to feel desired and Tom's rejection stung.
Perhaps it was the alcohol or the lingering excitement from the night, but I felt a sudden surge of boldness. I reached for his hand and guided it inside of my pajama bottoms. He let out a huff of complaint but didn't push me away.
"Claire, I really am tired," he murmured, his voice lacking any hint of passion.
"Just a quick one," I pleaded, my voice taking on a more desperate edge.
Tom's hand hesitated inside my panties so I pushed his fingers between my labia and instantly heard the change in his breathing.
"Oh fuck Claire, you're so wet!" Tom blurted, his voice suddenly filled with surprise and a sexual curiosity.
"Am I?" I gasped as two of his fingers slipped inside of me with unanticipated ease.
"You're soaking," he murmered. "I didn't know you were this turned on."
I hadn't realised either, but the sloppy sound of Tom's fingers thrusting urgently in and out of me confirmed that I had been wet before I got into bed with Tom. I searched for a reason and mind quickly drifted to Ben, his protectiveness, the way he fought in the ring, his chiseled body, the way the tattooed stranger had submitted to him. That was why I was turned on. My husband was finger fucking me like a horny teenager, and I was thinking about another man! I moaned low in my throat, my hips meeting Tom's thrusting fingers eagerly as I wished they were Ben's.
Just as I could feel an orgasm start to build, Tom pulled his hand away. Beneath the sheets he yanked off his boxers and then did the same with my pajama bottoms and palnties. He shifted awkwardly and then rolled on top of me. I opened my legs and felt his hard cock slide inside. At that moment I remembered what Charlotte had said about Ben having a big cock and wondered how Tom compared. I knew Tom was probably below average size-wise. How big was Ben?
The question was irritatingly persistent in my mind as Tom's small cock slid back and forth inside me. He was thrusting urgently, his face buried in my neck, his breath hot and moist. I tried to push the thought away, focusing instead on the sensations in my body. But it was difficult. The alcohol was wearing off, leaving me with a clear mind and a growing sense of dissatisfaction in what limited pleasure Tom was delivering.
"Harder," I whispered to Tom, trying to coax him into giving me more. But he was already going as hard as he could. I could feel his body straining, his hips slapping against mine with each thrust.
I closed my eyes and pictured Ben's powerful body and in my imagination heard his deep voice telling me I was cute, telling me Tom was lucky.
"Oh fuck!" I moaned as the idea of Ben's cock inside of me imposed itself.
It would be hard, thick, filling me completely. I glanced down at Tom, his face contorted in effort as he pounded into me. I tried to imagine Ben's face in Tom's place, but it was difficult with Tom's sweat dripping onto me and his breath huffing in my ear.
And then, Tom came. His body tensed, his cock twitched inside me, and he let out a low groan. I felt his cum dribble inside of me, but the sensation was fleeting. He rolled off me and onto his back, his chest heaving with exertion. The whole experience had probably lasted 90 seconds.
I lay there, as my arousal dissipated without satisfaction. The alcohol haze that had been fueling my imagination cleared and was replaced with a headache.
I woke up late the next morning, my body aching and my mouth feeling like I'd been licking the carpet. It was Monday and Tom had already left for work. I stumbled downstairs and had a glass of orange juice.
As I sat at the kitchen table, sipping my drink, I thought about the events of the previous night and especially the way Tom had failed to satisfy me yet again, just as Danielle had predicted. If I was more like her I could have gotten what I wanted from that stranger at the bar. But I wasn't like her. I was too shy, too afraid of making waves and so I was doomed to be stuck in this cycle of unfulfilled urges with Tom. I sighed and took another sip of my juice.
My phone vibrated on the table, disrupting the silence. It was a message from Danielle in the chat group we shared with Charlotte.
Danielle: Had a great night last night ladies. Thank you for inviting us Charlotte :)
Charlotte: Of course! Had a great time with you too! :)
Me: Me too. Let's go out again soon!
Charlotte: How about my place on Friday. We'll have a games night?
Me: Sounds fun. Tom and I will be there!
Dsnielle: Mark and I are visiting his parents that day. Sorry girls :(
Charlotte: No problem. Just the four of us then! Danielle would just win everything anyway.
I headed back upstairs to take a shower and sat on the shower floor letting the hot water beat down on me in the hope it would wash away my hangover. After some time the pounding in my head dulled and I managed to drag myself back to my feet. Stepping out of the shower I noticed there was a new message on my phone.
Ben: Hey Claire, thanks for coming to support me last night. I hope you had a good time?
Anxiety consumed me. Just a few hour ago I was calling out Ben's name in my mind while my husband fingered me and now his name was on my phone screen and the question mark told me he expected a response.
Me: Thanks Ben. I had a great time. You looked amazing out there. Thank you for getting us home safe.
I didn't expect Ben to respond. So when his reply came so quick that I barely had time to wrap a towel around myself it made me feel a bit giddy.
Ben: Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I thought you three looked amazing too.
I sat on the edge of the bathtub in my towel and smiled at Ben's message. He said I had looked amazing. I had a crush and considered my response like a schoolgirl. I wanted to say something that would make him think about me and keep the conversation going.
Me: Haha. You wouldn't think I looked amazing if you could see me right now. I'm really hungover. Just got out of the shower.
My thumb hovered over the send button, shaking a little. I wanted to flirt with Ben but I was scared of what would happen if Charlotte found out. I didn't want to create drama but Charlotte herself had tried to get me to talk to that man in the bar. I took a deep breath and hit send.
I could feel my heart beating like I was running as I waited for Ben's response. The seconds seemed to stretch into minutes before my phone buzzed.
Ben: No way that's true. I bet you look good. Don't think I've ever seen you without makeup. Send me a pic.
My heart leaped into my throat. Ben wanted a picture of me and something about the confident request made me want to send one.
I rearranged my damp hair so that it framed my face nicely, then smiled into my phone's camera. I looked adorable, if I did say so myself. I aimed the camera so that the top of my towel would just be visible and held it tight to my chest then took the picture and sent the photo to Ben.
His response was almost instantaneous.
Ben: I knew you were lieing. You look great. Natural. If I was Tom I wouldn't be able to resist taking that towel off you.
I felt my pelvic floor clench at the message. It wss suggestive and the compliment gave me the confidence boost I needed to continue.
Me: Thanks. I guess it's a shame you're not Tom then ;). Charlotte told me a few things last night that made me quite jealous.
Ben: Oh yeah? What did she say?
Me: Just that you're very good in the bedroom. Very dominant.
As I messaged Ben, I felt a thrill at my daring. I was flirting with a married man, a friend's husband, no less. And yet excitement was surging through me. I had never felt this way with Tom.
Ben: Do you like a dominant man?
Me: I don't know. Maybe. I've never really had chance to find out.
As I typed eagerly my towel had gradually loosened and fell to the bathroom floor. I was completely naked, clutching my phone tightly, and I could feel my vagina pulsing.
Ben: Where is Tom right now.
Me: He's at work.
Ben: Good. Go find your sexiest lingerie and take another pic for me.
I felt a rush of adrenaline at Ben's command. The idea of doing what he asked was both compelling and terrifying. I knew I shouldn't, but I was horny now and didn't want to stop. I hurried to my bedroom and rummaged through my drawers. I wasn't sure I owned anything sexy. Most of my lingerie was practical and sensible. But I found a red lace bra and a matching thong that would have to do. I laid them out on the bed, snapped a picture of them there and sent it to Ben. His reply was quick again.
Ben: Put them on.
My hands shook as I complied, slipping on the thong and 30B bra. I stood and looked at myself in the full length mirror. The red lace contrasted with my pale skin, making me feel both vulnerable and desirable. I posed in front of the mirror, one hand on my hip and my legs crosed at my knees, trying to look sexy. I took the picture and sent it.
Ben: Fuck Claire. You look incredible. Bend over and show me your ass.
I was so pleased that he wanted more and so I turned my back to the mirror and bent over at the waist, looking back at myself over my shoulder. My peachy ass was on full display, the cheeks slightly parted by the string of the thong. I sent the picture and this time added a caption.
Me: Want to know a secret?
Ben: What's that?
Me: I thought about you in bed last night.
I held my breath as I waited for Ben's response. I had never done anything like this before, not even with Tom. But there was something about Ben, the way he commanded, the way he fought, the way he looked at me. It made me feel safe and attractive but also powerless.
My phone vibrated in my hand to tell me he'd replied again. But this time he had sent me a picture.
I recognised that Ben was sat on the edge of his and Charlotte's bed. He was naked from the waist up, his strong shoulders, ripped torso and formidable arms on full display for me. His smooth chest was incredible, two massive, sculpted pecs probably as big as my head. He wasn't smiling, but there was a hunger in his expression.
I felt my hand slide inside my panties as I realised that Ben was also in the heat of the moment. The idea that he was sitting alone in his room, looking at my pictures, and maybe getting aroused by them, was beyond exciting. As I reached inside my panties I found that I waa drenched. Even wetter than the night before.
I ran my fingers over my clit, rubbing it gently before slipping them inside my wet pussy. I let out a soft moan as I imagined Ben's hands were the ones touching me then pointed the camera at the mirror again and took a picture so that Ben could see what I was doing.
Ben: Wow. You're so much dirtier than I expected.
Me: Is that good?
Ben: It's very good. I want to see more.
I obeyed, laying down on the bed and holding the camera as high as I could I took a series of downward shots of my body, posing slightly different each time to show off my pushed up tits and my flat stomach. I sent four pictures to Ben.
Ben's response was quick. Another picture from him.
"Oh fuck," I said out loud to myself as I saw Ben's cock for the first time.
He was sitting in the same spot as before but now completely naked. His cock was hard and pointing up toward the ceiling. And it was big, so big. I didn't know how big exactly but I knew it was far, far bigger than Tom's. My mouth went dry as I looked at Ben's photo and I felt proud that I'd gotten him so erect.
Me: Holy shit. You're huge! So much bigger than Tom.
As I waited on Ben's reply I plunged three fingers inside myself, hoping to mimic the girth of his cock. I was desperate for release now and the suspense of waiting for his next message was driving my fingers to dive deeper and faster.
Ben: Take off your bra. I want to see your tits.
I was breathless from the sight of Ben's cock and fucking myself but I complied, fumbling with the clasp of the bra and finally slipping it off, revealing my small, conical, perky breasts and hard nipples. In the other pictures I'd sent, I had made sure not to show my face but this time, I didn't care. I leaned into the camera and bit my lip, my eyes filled with lust, my tits thrust out. I took the picture and sent it to Ben.
Ben: Fuck. I'd love to cum on that pretty face.
My hips bucked off the bed as the thought of Ben's hot cum splashing across my face sent me over the precipice. I came for the first time in two months and I came hard. I grit my teeth to muffle the guttural moan that erupted from deep within me. My body twitched and spasmed as it exploded with pleasure. I couldn't believe how good it felt to finally release the pent-up tension that Tom had failed to.
As my orgasm subsided, relief washed over me. I laid there, sprawled out on the bed slick with sweat. I picked up my phone.
Me: You just made me come ;)
Then, like a piece of elastic that had been stretched too far and suddenly let go, I was struck by guilt and shame. What had I just done? I had just sent explicit photos and messages to a married man. What if Charlotte found out? What if Ben showed these photos to someone else? What if Tom found out?
My mind raced, the fog of pleasure lifting and being replaced with a cold panic. In the heat of the moment I had crossed a line, one I'd never imagined crossing.
Ben: Wish I'd been able to see that. ;)
Me: I'm sorry. I don't think I should have done this.
Ben: What do you mean?
Me: Sending you pics and flirting. Please don't tell Tom.
Ben: Don't worry. Our little secret. You're fucking hot Claire. I just think you deserve more than Tom. I think you know that too.
I didn't reply. I got dressed. Put my phone in my pocket and spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning the house. I needed to keep my mind occupied, to distract myself from what I had done.
As I was vacuuming the living room, I heard the front door open. I looked up and saw Tom standing there, his work bag on his shoulder and a tired expression on his face.
"Hey, honey," he said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "How's your day been?"
"It was okay. Quiet," I mustered a smile.
We had an ordinary dinner, with Tom telling me about his day at work and me nodding along, trying to focus without thinking about my earlier indiscretion but the image of Ben's naked body kept intruding on my thoughts. After dinner, I busied myself with the dishes while Tom settled into the living room to watch TV.
As I stood at the sink, scrubbing a plate, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I froze, my heart pounding. It was Ben.
Ben: Same time tomorrow. We'll continue where we left off.
I wanted to ignore the message, throw my phone into the sink and forget about everything that had happened. But Ben didn't appear to be asking, there was no question mark at the end. It was an order. Following his orders had already lead me to one climax and so I found myself considering it now that the immediate guilty shock had worn off.
My fingers trembled as I typed a response.
Me: Maybe.
Ben: I want to see you in black.
I heard Tom enter the kitchen and I quickly shoved my phone into my back pocket.
"Hey honey, you want a snack or something?" Tom asked, opening the fridge.
"No, I'm good thanks."
I didn't sleep well that night. My mind was a war zone of competing ideas and values. Tom wouldn't like what I had done but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. It was just a bit of fun. Charlotte was my friend and I shouldn't flirt with her husband but she had herself encouraged me to be more adventurous.
Tom and I woke up and left the house at the same time. He was going to work and I was going shopping. I drove to the mall and picked up a few necessities but my mind wasn't on the shopping list. It was on the lingerie store where I browsed the racks looking for something black and sexy, all while telling myself that I wasn't going to buy anything but the longer I browsed the more my resolve weakened. I spotted a black lace teddy with a matching thong and I picked it up, holding it up in front of me to see how it looked. I liked it and I wondered if Ben would like it too. Only one way to find out.
I bought the set and left the store, my stomach in knots as I thought about what I was doing. I was actually considering messaging with Ben again. I told myself that it was just for one more message exchange, just to see where it went.
I drove home, conscious that the time that Ben and I had started messaging yesterday was approaching. I walked into my house and went straight upstairs to our bedroom, closing the door behind me. I threw off my clothes and removed the black teddy and thong from the anonymous store bag and slipped them on. I stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the lace, looking at myself in the sexy lingerie. I felt a rush of exhilaration, knowing I looked good, and that soon Ben would be seeing me in them. I waited for his inevitable message.
It came promptly at the same time as the day before.
Ben: Wearing what I asked?
Me: Yes.
Ben: Good girl. Now take a pic.
I positioned myself in front of the mirror, the black lace revealing just enough to be provocative. I held my phone at an angle just above my head, capturing my reflection and sent it to Ben.
Ben: You look fucking perfect.
Me: Is that so?
Ben: Yes. And I want to see you on your knees, looking up at me, waiting for my cock.
I imagined his big, hard cock in front of my face, and the idea of taking Ben into my mouth coerced me to drop to my knees. I held the camera above my head and looked up at it, trying to capture the angle Ben had just described. My eyes were wide and my mouth made a small O shape as if I were waiting for his cock. I sent the picture.
Ben: You're so good at this.
Me: Better than Charlotte?
Ben: Maybe but you still have work to do.
The challenge in his words pushed me on. I took more pictures at the same angle, the first with one strap of the teddy pulled over my shoulder, then with both straps down, then a third with the lace top of the teddy pushed down, exposing my breasts. I sent them all.
I moved the mirror closer to the bed and kneeled on the bed in front of it. Sending photo after photo, biting my lip, pouting, smiling, sticking my tongue out all with the teddy pushed down to show off my petite tits.
Ben: Take off the teddy.
I didn't feel in control. I was eager to please him, to do what he asked and more. I pulled off the teddy, leaving me in just the black lace thong. Still kneeling, I parted my knees so that the small triangle of fabric covering my pussy was stretched taut and took the picture. I sent it to Ben.
I waited for his response while slowly plsying with my clit, craving the next compliment or command, but instead of a message, a video notification appeared on my screen. I tapped the video and watched openmouthed as Ben's massive, hardened cock filled the screen, his hand moving up and down the length of it in long, controlled strokes. The video was only short but enough for me to see the veins that ran along his shaft, the glistening head, and the way his balls tightened as he neared the end of his stroke.
Me: OMG! I'm so wet. I want to feel you inside of me.
Ben: Then show me what you're doing. Send me a video too.
This was another step into the forbidden. But if Ben wanted a video, he was going to get one. With my arousal streaming down my thighs I aimed the camera at my reflection and pressed record. Inside of my black panties I bought just this morning I toyed with myself, moaning and squirming when I touched myself particularly pleasurably. I made sure to keep my face in the frame so Ben could see the effect he was having on me but my pussy remained mostly hidden. The timer hit one minute and I stopped recording and quickly sent the video before I could second guess it.
Eyes glued to my phone, I waited for Ben's response. A minute ticked by, then two, and five and still nothing. I started to worry. His replies were usually fast. Had I done something wrong? Did he not like what he saw? Was he done with me?
But my concern was short-lived. After a few more minutes a new video notification popped up. Ben, still naked, was now lying on his bed. The camera pointed at his cock which was held up proudly by Ben's massive hand at the base, his abs tightening and releasing as he breathed.
"Do you want to see what you do to me, Claire?" Ben's gruff voice asked, from behind the camera. "You make me so fucking hard. I can't stop thinking about you."
This was the first time I'd heard his voice since we started messaging. It was calm and authoratative but with an underlying intensity that made me press down harder as I rubbed my clit.
"Now take off your panties and say my name you little slut." Ben continued before the video ended.
Nobody had ever called me a slut before. If anything people saw me as a goody two shoes. I did as I was told and pushed my panties down my slim legs. I didn't mind being called a slut by Ben . I was acting like one, after all, and there was something liberating about embracing that side of myself for once. I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs as I looked at myself in the mirror. My pussy lips were wide open and shiny with my own juices, a trim lawn of dark hair surrounding them. I pressed record on the camera again.
"Ben," I said softly, my voice shaking with apprehension at first as I stroked my pussy with two fingers. "Oh Ben, Ben."
Each time I said his name I felt braver, dirtier, and my breathing became faster as I pushed the two fingers into my pussy.
"Oh fuck, Ben, Ben, yes," I moaned, gasping at the pressure. The camera caught the full spectacle of my self-pleasure, my hand buried between my legs, my pussy lips stretching around my fingers and my clit, swollen and erect, peeking out from its hood.
I continued to say Ben's name louder and louder. My tits bounced with each thrust of my fingers. I was close now, my orgasm building like the logs of a campfire catching from the heat of its kindling.
"Ben, I want you to fuck me," I panted as I searched for release. "I want you to put that big cock inside me and fuck me hard."
I knew it was just a fantasy, that he wasn't here with me. I was alone in my room. But I couldn't stop the words from spilling out of me, couldn't stop the images of Ben's body from flashing through my mind as I brought myself closer to the brink.
"Fuck, Ben, I'm close," I moaned, my fingers returning to my clit, my breathing ragged. "I'm going to come for you, Ben."
My toes curled as the orgasm burned through me orgasm hit me, my back arching and my head falling back. I kept my eyes open and thought about Ben fucking me with his giant cock.
"Oh fuck, Ben, yes, fuck me with that big cock!" I screamed as the pleasure intensified, my vision swimming with spots of light.
My hand was a blur as I rubbed myself frantically, riding out the storm of my orgasm before collapsing back onto the bed with quivering thighs.
As my breathing slowly returned to normal, I looked at the four minute video I'd recorded. I couldn't believe what I'd just done. But the video was too hot to delete. I knew Ben would love it. I sent it to him with a caption.
Me: You made me come again. ;)
The anticipation of Ben's response was agonizing, but it was worth it when it finally arrived.
Ben: That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. Same time tomorrow?
Unlike yesterday, once my orgasm subsided the guilt wasn't crushing. It was there but it was more mild, more secondary. And unlike yesterday Ben was now asking me if I wanted to message him again tomorrow. It was a question this time and my body was fully on board. I couldn't resist.
Me: Yeah. Same time tomorrow. What shall I wear for you?
Ben: Stockings and heels.
And so the next day, Wednesday, I returned to the mall and bought a new pair of black, open-toe stiletto heels from the shoe store. In the lingerie store the same cashier from the day before served me with a knowing smile as I bought black stockings and black embroidered suspenders.
I rushed home and showered, carefully shaving my legs and pussy in preparation for Ben.
I put on the stockings, securing them with the suspenders, then slipped on the heels. Bra and pantyless, I stood in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, admiring the effect. I felt sexy, confident. Ben had brought this out of me. I was no longer the boring, prim and proper Claire. I was a hot hot housewife who was ready to please my friend's husband.
Like the two days before Ben and I exchanged explicit pictures and videos. Each more risque than the last. By the end of Wednesday's session I had found a small dildo I hadn't used in years and recorded myself sucking on it , my tongue swirling around the fake head, my hand jerking it in and out of my mouth. Ben had instructed me to call him Daddy while I did it and so I did.
"Please Daddy, please let me suck your cock." I begged in the video.
He loved it and I came with the dildo shoved into my pussy while I played with myself again.
Thursday came and I was in a corset, stockings and heels, my hair piled messily on top of my head. I looked like a Victorian whore in a brothel, waiting for her next client. I had just sent Ben a picture of ne fucking myself with the dildo again.
Ben: Put the dildo in your ass and record it.
I read his message again. I'd never done anal before, not even with Tom. But the idea of doing something new, something Ben wanted, excited me. I looked at the dildo. It was small, maybe 4 inches long, wet with my saliva and juices and not very thick. I didn't think it would hurt.
I stood with one foot on the edge of the bed and the other on the floor, leaning forward to give myself easy access to my ass and began recording my reflection in the mirror.
I placed the tip of the dildo against my tight little hole, wincing as I pushed it in an inch or so. It felt weird, tight, but not painful. I pushed a little more and heard a plopping sound as the dildo slipped in further.
I gasped as the feeling of fullness intensified. I tried to relax my muscles and pushed again, another inch disappearing inside me. I couldn't believe how different it felt to have something in my ass.
I looked at myself in the mirror, my brows furrowed in concentration and my lips pursed as I pushed the dildo deeper. I was surprised to see that I enjoyed the ensation of expanding my asshole and I asked myself if this is how it would feel to be stretched by Ben.
"Ben, it feels so good. Thank you," I moaned softly, pushing the dildo deeper still, my body accepting it now. I sent the video to Ben.
Ben: Holy fuck that's hot. Now fuck yourself with it.
I did as he instructed, pushing the dildo into my ass faster, watching and recording myself in the mirror as my ass cheeks clenched and unclenched around the toy. I felt so dirty and depraved, and I loved it.
We messaged back and forth for another hour until I sent him a final video of me comeing while on all fours, the dildo buried in my ass like a plug, my pussy dripping as I fingered myself to another screaming orgasm.
Ben: I'm having a lot of fun with you slut.
Me: Me too Daddy.
Ben: Can't wait to see you tomorrow.
My anxiety returned. Tomorrow was the day I would see Ben in person again. When Charlotte had invited Tom and I over for a games night. I was nervous about seeing him after all we had done together over the last few days Would he see me differently now? Would he treat me differently? Would Charlotte or Tom suspect anything? I didn't want to give away my concerns to Ben.
Me: Do you want to message tomorrow before Tom and I come over?
Ben: Yes. I have something special planned for you.
For the rest of the day and through the night I racked my brain to work out what that could be. When Tom left for work on the Friday morning I reminded him of our engagement at Charlotte and Ben's later. He seemed disinterested in it, mentioning that he and Ben didn't have much in common. I was pleased to see Tom drive away.
At the regular time Ben messaged me,
Ben: I thought about you in bed last night.
I smiled at the screen, already feeling the familiar thrill at the sight of his name.
Me: Mmmm. Really? What were you thinking about?
Ben: I thought about you while I was fucking Charlotte. I was imagining it was you.
The thought of Ben having sex with his wife while thinking of me gave me goosebumps. I felt no jealousy of Charlotte, just gratification that Ben, in the midst of marital lovemsking had wanted me. I needed more detail.
Me: Oh fuck. That's hot. What did you do?
Three videos arrived one after the other. Without delay I played the first and instantly recognised Charlotte despite the blindfold she was wearing. She was on her knees, completely naked, with her hands seemingly bound behind her back. Her mouth was wrapped around Ben's cock, her head bobbing back and forth as she took him deep into her throat. I watched, mesmerized, as my friend gagged on her husband's cock while he thought of me.
I started the second video. Charlotte was bent over the bed her skinny ass in the air. I could now see that her wrists were handcuffed. Ben was behind her, his monster cock in his hand, guiding it to the entrance of her pussy.
"Tell me you want it," Ben instructed Charlotte.
"Please Daddy, give it to me . I want your big cock," she replied sweetly.
Ben chuckled, a low, satisfied sound then thrust his massive cock into her pussy with one swift motion. Charlotte took a sharp breath and then expressed her pleasure not so much with a moan as with a high pitched coo.
I held my hand over my mouth in awe as I saw how Charlotte's slender body was barely able to accomodate her husband's thick cock. Her pussy looked stretched to the max and I imagined her feeling just as full as I had with the dildo in my ass. Ben began to push his cock in and out of her in long, slow strokes.
"Oh Daddy, oh Daddy, yes Daddy," Charlotte cried out, her voice higher and more breathy with each thrust.
Watching Ben fuck my best friend was surreal, and yet my body responded to it. My nipples stiffened and my pussy gushed as I imagined Ben's cock inside of me instead of Charlotte.
The third video started and my blindfolded friend was on her back. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back and her legs were spread wide. Ben was already fucking her aggressively. I watched as Charlotte's body shook with each thrust, her head tossed from side to side as Ben pummeled into her.
"Fuck me, Daddy, Daddy, yes, yes, yes!" Charlotte cried out, her body writhing. "Yes, yes, yes! Please, Daddy, please!"
Charlotte had not been lieing when she said Ben was good in bed. She was clearly in ecstasy, her body convulsing as Ben pounded into her with brutal force. It was like nothing that had or could ever happen between Tom and I. Ben was so dominant, so in control. And the way Charlotte submitted to him, it was almost like she was in a trance.
"Argh, fuck, Daddy!" Charlotte shouted as her legs went in to spasm. She was comeing. I was watching my friend orgasm and a moment later Ben withdrew is cock from Charlotte's pussy and sprayed his cum all over her body in hot, white ropes. Charlotte writhed and moaned, her body still shaking from her orgasm. The sight of Ben's cum covering Charlotte's body, her pussy and round DD tits was so taboo, but so hot.
After watching all three videos I messaged Ben.
Me: Were you really thinking of me?
Ben: Every fucking second. It made me so hard. You have no idea.
Me: I'm pleased. I'm really looking forward to tonight.
That was true. Although I feared things could be awkward between me and Ben, I also thought it would be fun to continue flirting in person, as long as we didn't act too obvious our game could continue right under our spouses noses.
I watched the three videos again from the start, this time touching myself as I did, letting the sight of the woman I considered a sister having her husband's cock fill her deliver me to an orgasm of my own in sync with hers.
Evening came, Tom and I prepared to head out. I had dressed myself with the intention of keeping Ben's attention on me rather than his wife without seeming so dressed up as to cause suspicion. I wore a red silk blouse and black leather pants , the tightest I owned, the kind that showed off the curve of my ass. I added a pair of black stilettos to complete the look.
"You look nice," Tom commented as he came downstairs. He looked me up and down, his expression slightly confused, but he didn't say anything else.
"Thanks," I replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "You look good too."
Tom had dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt with some sort of gaming motif. He looked comfortable and boring.
As we walked up to Charlotte and Ben's door, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. Tom knocked and Charlotte answered the door, her face lit up with a smile. She looked beautiful in a simple white sundress that showed off her tan and her superior cleavage. I suddenlt felt inadequate.
"Hey you two!" she exclaimed, giving us each a hug. "Come on in."
We entered the house and were greeted by the warm smell of something delicious cooking in the kitchen. Ben was already there, apron on, stirring something on the stove. He looked up as we entered and nodded at Tom.
"Hey, man," he said, then turned his attention to me coolly. "Claire, you look stunning."
His compliment wiped away my feeling of inadequacy immediately and I stiffled a giggle. "Thanks, Ben."
"Now, who's ready for some drinks?" Charlotte asked.
We all settled into the living room with our drinks. Tom and Ben tried to make small talk, while Charlotte and I caught up on our respective weeks.
"You seem cheerful tonight, Claire," Charlotte remarked. "Anything exciting happen?"
I blushed, trying to hide my discomfort. "Not really. Just happy to be out of the house for once."
Ben looked at me, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, we all need a break now and then."
As the evening progressed the drinks flowed. We ate dinner and played Pictionary, teamed up in our couplings, but Tom and I were no match for Charlotte's drawing ability and Ben's quick thinking. They won every round, much to Tom's frustration.
I could see the competitiveness in his eyes, the way he stared at Ben, like he was trying to figure out his secret.
As the night wore on, the effects of alcohol were becoming more apparent. Tom was drunk and laughing obnoxiously and Charlotte looked like she was ready to pass out. Ben, however, seemed unaffected, his eyes sharp and focused.
"You two should stay the night. It's too late for you to walk home. The guest room is already made up," Charlotte slurred.
I shot Ben a glance, looking for any sign of how he would like me to answer. Since he first said hello to me we hadn't had much opportunity to talk. He flashed me a small, seductive smile.
"That's very kind of you, Charlotte," I said, trying to keep my voice neutral. "Thank you."
Tom nodded in agreement, swaying slightly on his feet. "Yeah, thanks, Charlotte."
Charlotte offered a sleepy smile and then fell to sleep on the sofa.
"I'm going to head up," Tom said, stretching. "Are you coming, Claire?"
"I'll be up in a minute," I replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Tom headed up the stairs and I turned my attention back to Ben, who was now carrying used dishes and glasses through to the kitchen. I picked up some that he had missed and followed him.
He was filling the dishwasher and when he saw me enter the kitchen he smiled, "You don't have to do that, Claire."
"It's fine," I replied, putting the glasses on the top rack. "It's the least I can do for tonight."
Ben stepped closer, his eyes locked on mine. "Did you enjoy the videos I sent you?"
I bit my lip and nodded.
"You've been such a good slut this week haven't you?" Ben whispered.
I nodded more.
"You like being Daddy's slut?"
I shivered and smiled and nodded.
"Say it."
Ben's voice was low and commanding, his eyes burning into mine.
I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest, then whispered back, "Yes, Daddy. I like being your slut."
Ben's smile turned sinister as he leaned in closer, his breath hot on my face. "Open your blouse."
My eyes widened as I absorbed his words but I didn't move. We were alone in his kitchen, Charlotte in the next room and Tom upstairs and he was telling me what to do like in the messages. Until now this had just been a fantasy shared over the phone.
Now it was real, and the wetness between my legs was real too. I checked over my shouldsr to make sure we were still alone and then carefully unbuttoned my blouse until the silk fell open to reveal the red bra I had worn in one of the first pictures I had sent Ben.
Ben's eyes flicked down to my cleavage, his smile now hungry and wicked. "Take them off," he commanded.
My fingers trembled as I pulled my arms out of my sleeves and placed the blouse on the kitchen counter behind me.
"What if Charlotte wakes up?" I asked almost silently.
"She won't," Ben replied confidently.
I slowly reached behind my back and unclasped the red bra, letting it fall to the floor. My nipples hardened in the cool kitchen air, their pink tips pleading for attention.
"Your tits are incredible. Now, take off your pants." Ben told me firmly, leaving now room for argument.
I swallowed hard as we fell deeper into this dangerous game. My hands shook as they pulled down the zipper of my leather pants and I turned around to give him a view of my ass, heart pounding.
"Good girl," he praised from behind me as he watched me grasp the waistband and then struggle to wriggle out of the tight pants. I heard him take a step closer, his breathing shallow and hot on my neck. "Need help?"
"Yes," I breathed.
"Try again," Ben offered.
"Yes, Daddy," I corrected myself instinctively
He brought his hands to my hips, his thumbs pressing into the small of my back, and began to steadily peel the leather down my legs. The cool air kissed my exposed skin as the pants loosened around my calves.
I kicked off my heels and lost two inches in height before using my bare feet to step out of the pants. I looked up and back over my shoulder to discover that Ben had taken his shirt off. His heavily muscled form towered over me and I breathed in the scent of citrus and dark wood that was evaporating from his skin.
Now stood in only my lace thong I realised I had no say in what happened next. There was nothing I could do if Tom or Charlotte walked in, no possible excuse for what they'd walk in to. And there was nothing I could do to resist Ben's commanding presence, I was at his mercy.
"Take off your panties," he ordered.
Still looking back over my shoulder at him, I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my thong and slowly, teasingly, began to slide them down my hips. Ben's eyes never left mine as I revealed myself completely to him, inch by inch.
Finally, my thong was at my ankles, and I stepped out of them, kicking them aside. I was completely naked now and my heart was thumping like a jackhammer.
The next few movements happened in a blur. Ben took my shoulders and spun me around to face him before lifting me up onto the kitchen island counter top. The granite was cold beneath my bare ass as he spread my legs wide.
Ben's hands were rough, his grip firm as he positioned me. I felt like a doll, something he could manipulate and play with as he saw fit. His eyes, dark and intense, raked over my body, lingering on my pussy. I could feel myself growing wetter, my arousal trickling on to the counter top.
"You're a dirty little slut, aren't you, Claire?" Ben asked quietly but with authority. "You like being told what to do, don't you?"
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Daddy."
"You like making videos for me, don't you?"Ben continued.
"Yes, Daddy." I whispered, my eyes locked onto his.
"And now you're going to give me a live show, aren't you?"
"Yes, Daddy," I agreed and moved my hand down to my pussy, spreading my lips with my fingers so he could see everything. I circled my clit with my middle finger and begam to perform for him.
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