Friends With Benefits (11 page)

Her husband was nothing if not a little devious. The man couldn’t stand secrets. But this one time she wanted to surprise him with something he wasn’t expecting.

“Fine. Invite him for dinner. Then I can thank him myself for whatever it is you had him do while I’ve been away. “

“Good.” Now she had to find a way to suggest more than dinner.

“Angela?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you take my suggestion?” His eagerness came through loud and clear.

“Umm…”

“Baby, did you have sex with him?”

“Yes.” Her voice cracked on the whispered word. “Yes.”

She heard his groan through the telephone connection. “Was it good? Did you enjoy it?’

“Yes, and I did. You were in my head the entire time. You enjoyed it too.”

“Excuse me?” His sexy laugh reached her ears.

“Never mind. Are you sure you’re okay with this, Tyler?” Doubts and guilt started to fill her, yet again. She’d had sex with another man. Regardless of whether Tyler had given her permission to or not, he hadn’t been there. He was her husband; she’d made a commitment to him. What would other people think? Good God, what would their families think?

“Angie, I told you, I want to fulfill your fantasies. Believe me, you’re fulfilling mine too. I can’t wait to get home. Tell me what happened.” She envisioned him sitting on the edge of a chair, his eyes bright with anticipation, just as he’d been in her mind earlier.

She swallowed. One hand gripped the phone while the other played with the detailed edging on the towel. “We…um…went swimming. And he…ah…he cornered me in the shallow end, and then he, well, you know.” She sounded like an idiot.

“Did he touch you, baby?”

“Yes.” She closed her eyes.

“Did he kiss you?”

“Mm-hmm.” The image of the pool and the sensation of the cool water waving around their undulating bodies filled her head.

“Did he fuck you, sweetheart?” Had her husband’s breathing gone shallow? His voice had pitched lower. “Angela?”

“Yes, Tyler. He fucked me in our pool.”

She heard his quick intake of breath. “What else?”

“I fed him dinner, and then after we had sex on the kitchen counter in front of the patio window where anybody could have seen us.” She spewed the words out like her ass was on fire.

“Just sex?”

God, he wanted all the kinky details. So be it.

“No. First he licked and sucked on my pussy until I filled his mouth with my cum.” Naughty sensations at using such crude language assailed her. The image of her spread wide, Connor’s face buried between her thighs, flashed like a photo behind her eyelids. She parted her legs, letting the towel gape. Her hand strayed up her thigh to her hot, wet, swollen flesh. She stroked herself with very tips of her fingers.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“I can hear your breathing growing heavier, Angie. Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Don’t stop.” In the background she heard the rasp of a zipper and a male grunt. “Was his tongue soft or hard as he licked you?”

“Both. Hard when he pushed it inside me.”

“Did he fill your hole with his tongue, baby?”

“Oh, yes.” She dipped two fingers into her pussy, plunging them as deep as possible. The walls of her vagina sucked them in further, fluttering in their attempt to fill her, making her wish for her husband’s cock instead of her ladylike digits.

“Rub your clit, honey. Rub your pretty button while I stroke my hard cock.”

She did, rubbing the pad of one finger in circles over it, every few strokes, dipping down her slit to moisten her fingers.

Tyler started to pant in her ear. “Did you come for him, Angie? Did you come all over his tongue?”

“I did.” Her words escaped on a ragged breath as she fell back on the bed and brought her feet up to rest on the edge of the mattress. She rubbed faster. Back and forth. Round and round. Tapping the little button a few times.

“Did he fuck you again, honey?”

“Oh, yes.” Her climax hovered nearby.

“Did he ram his hard dick into you?”

“Oh, yes.” Her legs started to tremble. She lifted her hips, arched her back, and circled her finger faster.

On the other end of the line, she heard Tyler groan low in his throat. “I’m going to explode any second.” He grunted.

She pictured his fist shuttling up and down his hard shaft, squeezing and pulling, more forceful than she would ever attempt herself.

“Did…did he fuck you hard…fast…oh shit…baby. Are you ready to come yet, honey?”

“Mm-hmm.” The ability to articulate coherent words was far beyond her. With her eyes closed, she tapped her clit, then slapped her palm against her pussy. Once. Twice. She pinched her clit—and exploded on a soundless cry, clamping her thighs tight around her hand as the evidence of her arousal spilled through her fingers.

At the other end of the line, her husband mumbled something undecipherable and then expelled a few harsh breaths. “Ah, fuck, sweetheart. That was so hot. Are you OK?”

His concern traveled the phone line and whispered in her ears.

She smiled. “Yes, Tyler, I’m fine.”

He chuckled, the rumble sexy and deep. “I’ll be home around dinnertime tomorrow.”

“OK. I love you, Tyler.”

“I love you too, baby. Night.”

Angela hung up and relaxed into the mattress, satiated. They’d never had phone sex before. Another fantasy fulfilled.

Chapter Ten

The following morning Angela lay in bed, the crisp cotton sheet wrapped around her waist, her tank stretched across her breasts, her arms flung over her head as she listened to the sounds of hammering and the occasional curse out in her backyard. She remembered the flirting, the sex in the pool, the sex in the kitchen, and then sex over the phone with Tyler. She’d never masturbated for her husband before. At least not with him in hearing distance. She’d never had sex so often in one day before. She giggled like a schoolgirl.

In the early days of their relationship, she and Tyler had been more adventurous, but even then it had been contained to the car, or maybe a secluded spot in the park. Once or twice they had done it on the beach late at night while they kept one eye open. She couldn’t recall a time when they’d done anything as naughty as what she’d done yesterday with Connor.

Would he regret any of it? She was squeamish at the thought of looking him in the eye today. She knew she wouldn’t be able to without blushing scarlet from head to toe. And she still had dinner to look forward to.

Opting for quick and easy, she’d decided on grilled steaks and baked potatoes with a small salad. She could prepare both the salad and potatoes this morning while the steaks marinated for the day. Then as soon as Tyler arrived, he and Connor could spend some time getting to know one another while she cooked dinner. With the meal planning out of the way, she had the rest of her day to sit in the sun and fantasize about her handyman.

Mid-morning had rolled around by the time she showered, prepped for supper and made coffee. With the biggest pair of sunglasses she could find, she sucked in a healthy dose of bravado and went in search of Connor, a coffee mug in each hand. When she turned the corner, the impact of seeing him again was like hitting rewind on a tape recorder.

Today, he wore another pair of cut-off denim shorts and no shirt. Unlike yesterday, she didn’t have to wonder how soft they felt, or how his skin would feel under her fingers. She couldn’t help dragging her eyes up his body, devouring every inch. Clearing her throat, she alerted him to her presence.

He glanced over his shoulder to acknowledge her, then turned back to finish his task before setting aside the drill.

“Morning.” He reached for the coffee. “Thank you.”

The man smelled delicious—clean soap and a mild aftershave.

“No problem.” She glanced around at the work he’d accomplished. “At this rate, you’ll be finished well before dinner time.”

“Should be,” he said. “There’s not much left to do. I plan to work straight through lunch so I can get it done.”

“That’s great.” She paused, unsure about her next words. “Um, I was wondering if I could ask you something.” She swallowed, bracing herself to ask her question. “Connor, my husband and I, we…” How did she ask this of a stranger? “That is, we’ve been thinking about acting out some of our fantasies. And…well…I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me fulfill one of his.”

Was Connor blushing? He coughed and turned away so she couldn’t be sure. “Angela, I don’t know about that. I haven’t seen the man at all since I’ve been working on your deck. Is he aware of what’s happened between you and me?”

“He is.”

Connor spun back to face her, his eyes round. “You told him?”

“Yes, of course. When I spoke with him last night.”

Connor’s shoulders relaxed, but he gave her a questioning look. “And?”

She dropped her gaze to her feet and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “And nothing. He urged me to explore one of my fantasies. And I did. Now I want to do the same for him.”

“And what fantasy would that be exactly?”

“A…um…ah…a threesome.” She whispered the words, and then held her breath.

“What was that?”

She looked up to see his brows raised. He’d heard.

“A threesome. He told me he’s had one before, and he enjoyed it. So I was wondering if you’d be willing to join us.” Warmth flooded Angela’s cheeks. She squelched the urge to cross her fingers.

Connor turned his back to her. “I’m not so sure meeting the husband of the woman I’ve fucked twice in the last twenty-four hours is such a great idea. Strangers are supposed to remain strangers, Angela. That’s the whole premise of that particular fantasy.”

“You’re not exactly a stranger anymore.” She fidgeted. She decided to ignore the fact he hadn’t answered her question about the threesome. “Tyler will be home by dinner time. We’d really like you to join us.
I’d
like it. It will give you time to clean up, and then you two can do the male bonding thing while I get the food ready.”

A strange expression came over his face, but he raised his cup and took a sip of coffee before she had a chance to see it fully materialize. “I know he’ll want to thank you himself after he’s seen the work you’ve done. And don’t forget to put together a bill so we can pay you.”

Connor choked on a mouthful of his drink.

“Are you OK?”

“Yeah.” He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “Um. I’m still not sure about this. Don’t you think introducing me to your husband will be a little awkward?”

“Yes, but as I said, he already knows. It’s not as though I cheated on him. I went into this weekend with his encouragement.” Butterflies moved into her stomach. Perhaps that was all she could handle, all she should focus on, the two of them meeting, nothing more.

“If you’re sure.” He shrugged. “Dinner sounds great. I’m looking forward to seeing your husband.” His gaze skated away from hers as he surveyed the deck. “And, don’t worry. I think we can come to a mutually agreeable amount.”

“I think he’ll be pleased. It would have taken him many weekends to get done what you’ve completed in two days.”

Connor snorted, catching her off guard. “I’m glad I had the time to help.”

He turned around and handed her his empty mug. His dark eyes zeroed in on hers for what seemed like an eternity. “I’d better get back to work if I’m going to finish before he gets home.”

Wrapping both hands around the mug, she shifted, preparing to head back inside the house.

“And, Angela?”

She twirled to face him in time to catch the odd glint once again in his eyes. “Yes?”

“About the threesome?” He looked out over the yard. “Why don’t we get through dinner tonight first, and if you’re still interested, I’m in.”

The fact that he seemed to be avoiding looking at her gave her pause. “OK.”

“How about I finish the work here? The sooner I get this done, the sooner you’ll have your hot tub.”

“Sure. Tyler will be home around dinnertime. I’ve got some work to do. If you need anything, let me know.” She tried to catch is gaze, but he seemed focused on the tools.

Since she’d taken care of dinner, and Connor appeared intent on finishing the job, Angela decided to devote a little time on cursory housework and then her own work. If Connor could concentrate on the job, so could she. She headed back inside to spend the next few hours trying to keep her mind off her sexy handyman and the implications of what tonight might bring.

* * *

Tyler would be home any minute now. Angela paced the front room. She smoothed her hands down her dress. Connor had completed the work outside as promised and then disappeared. By the time she’d gone outside to offer him lunch and a cool drink, he’d been gone, all signs of construction work cleaned up and a beautiful, fully-enclosed hot tub oasis left behind. To her delight, he’d even managed to maneuver the tub into place on the deck. It now sat with a hose snaking across the deck and over the edge filling the tub with sun-warmed water. Another couple of days and it would be ready for use.

Confused and a tad hurt he hadn’t said a word to her, she tried not to worry about it, deciding instead to assume he’d gone home to shower and change.

Or had he disappeared to avoid her and Tyler?

Maybe this was a mistake. A huge mistake. Not all men considered threesomes erotic. Perhaps Connor had no interest in joining her and Tyler in that way, and rather than be honest, decided to simply slip away instead.

Her thoughts switched to her husband, and those butterflies swooped to life. Going from fun after-sex pillow talk to the real thing seemed awkward. Would Tyler’s presence change things?

The image of Tyler and Connor, of their hands traversing her body, kneading her breasts, or the two of them taking her…she shivered as molten heat flowed through her to settle between her thighs. Thinking of two tongues, two sets of hands, and two cocks filled her with unleashed desire, generating an ache that she felt certain only those two sexy men could fill. She gulped. Thinking about it was one thing; acting on it, quite another.