Friends With Multiple Benefits (6 page)

Victoria made a face. "Um, if this is your way of telling us you want to swing then—"

"No, look at the woman's face." Jillian turned to Victoria, waiting.

"Yeah, okay, so she's struggling to swallow his enormous cock so…" Victoria shrugged. "I can do that by the way."

"She really can." Jim smiled.

Brian grumbled, "That's great for you both."

"It's Cherry," Jillian lifted her palms in the air.

"Holy
crap,
" Jim said.

"What? No way." Victoria leaned in for a closer look. "That can't be Cherry."

"Who can't be Cherry?" Rob pushed open the door wearing a confused look.

All eyes turned to Rob as he moved toward them. "Can you guys keep it down? Bridget is sleeping."

Brian closed the screen of the computer and wore a guilty expression.

Rob asked, "What are you guys looking at?"

"Should we tell him?" Victoria looked to Jillian.

"I guess we should," she replied hesitantly before turning to Brian. "Go ahead, show him."

Brian opened the computer and hit the play button. The scene continued with Cherry making some obscene and horrible slurping noises as she worked her mouth over the monster penis.

Rob rolled his eyes. "So, that chick really knows how to suck cock. Big deal."

Brian said, "It's your soon to be stepmother."

"What?" Rob's jaw dropped open then he looked closer at the screen. "It is her!"

"She is really talented." Brian shrugged.

Rob dropped back into a chair and shook his head. "Why did you show me that?"

"We thought you should
know,
" Brian said as he clicked a button on the computer then read, "Cherry Lane, star of two hundred
thirty-two
adult films including,
Gee I Swallowed the Whole Thing
four through eleven and
Face Fuckers
two and five."

"I hate when they give away the whole movie in the title." Victoria frowned.

"Yeah, me too," Jim agreed.

Rob ran his fingers through his hair. "Geez, my stepfather is my best friend who I've seen naked more times that I can count and now I found out that my soon to be stepmother is a porn star… No wonder I'm such a mess."

"You know, Cherry is really wasting her talents with George." Jillian held her hands up about five inches apart. "He's only about yeah
biigg
—" She dropped her arms to her sides and shut her mouth when she spotted the look of horror on Rob's face. "I mean, she's wasting her talents, because, um, he doesn't like oral."

"Everyone likes oral." Jim scoffed. "That can't be right."

"Shut up," Victoria snapped.

Rob sighed. "Okay,
thanks,
Mom. I think now, I'm going to be sick. How did you guys even know this? I mean, how did you find this out?"

Jillian turned to Brian. "Yeah, Brian how did you know she was a porn star?"

"What's that?" He wore a put-on clueless expression.

"Yeah, Brian. How did you know?" Victoria asked and all eyes turned to him.

Um…" He raised his hands. "Hey, look, I was really lonely in college remember?"

"Yeah, we all know this," Rob replied.

"And… and I watched a lot of porn."

"Okay…" Jillian rolled her eyes. "But you actually recognized her?"

"I've got a good memory for faces I guess." He shrugged. "Plus, it's not every day you see something like that."

"Uh-huh." Victoria shook her head. "Pervert!"

"I'm
the pervert."
Brian sighed. "What about your nun and priest porn?"

"In some ways
that's
religious." Victoria held her head high.

"That's the complete opposite of religious." Brian scowled.

"Keep it down." Rob waved his hands at them and whispered, "Bridget is sleeping."

"
Sorry,
" Victoria said.

"I'm going to bed." Rob rose to his feet then headed toward the door. He turned back and raised an eyebrow. "Unless there is some other nugget of information anyone would like to share with me other than my father's penis length and his fiancées oral skills?"

Everyone shook their heads no.

"Are you sure?" Rob asked. "No video of Bridget doing a gang bang with midgets or anything along those lines that you'd like to spring on me?"

"Nope." Brian shook his head.

"Midget porn is really disturbing," Victoria began. Everyone shot her a shocked look and she added defensively, "I only saw one. It was a Snow White and Seven Dwarfs thing. You know the freaky part is that some of the midgets have full-sized—"

"Okay!" Rob turned on his heels and headed for the door.

The four couples spent the next two days touring the island and enjoying the amazing sites. Cherry's outfits seemed to get sluttier each
day
if that were even possible. During one guided
tour,
the bus stopped at a
roadside
stand known for a refreshing special treat. The boys watched gape mouthed as the talented Miss Cherry went to down on a giant chocolate-covered frozen banana. And upon spotting her husband's inappropriate awe, Jillian pinched Brian's arm hard to bring him back to reality.

On the fourth day, Bridget and Rob got married in a small ceremony on the beach at a luxury resort. The group enjoyed one last meal at a restaurant. George actually picked up the check much to Jillian's dismay. The next day Rob and Bridget drove Jillian, Brian, Victoria, and Jim to the airport and Jillian was reduced to tears before they parted at the security line.

Soon after Brian returned home, he began spending a lot of time in his office with the door closed. He told Jillian he was working on a secret project and that he wasn't ready to share with her yet. She suspected it might be some sort of gift for the babies, but that wasn't even close.

The expectant mother was busy with her own projects. She was starting a new book and struggling to deal with her morning sickness at the same time. With good days and bad days, she was attempting to uncover the source of her nausea. She forced Brian to throw away the soap he was using and even made him change his shaving cream. When the smells in the house were getting to her, she turned off the air conditioning and opened the windows even though Miami was in the midst of a mid-fall heat wave. Her accommodating husband was struggling to comply with her whims, and more importantly, desperate for a good night's sleep in the eighty-plus-degree house. He was praying for both a cold front and some relief from his wife's upset stomach. The weather broke five days later and Jillian had some productive writing sessions while her exhausted husband caught up on his sleep.

A week later Jillian woke at just after eight, breathed in deeply, and smiled. The nausea from the night before seemed to be nothing more than a horrible memory. That was the good news. The great news was that she was horny—really horny. The sex between she and Brian had been somewhere between uneventful to non-existent since they went to Vegas in late September. It had been more than a month of her missing his touch and enjoying the feeling of him inside her or even licking her. Yes, even though she wasn't a big fan of receiving oral sex, she sort of missed that too. She especially missed taking him in her mouth. Now, that she really enjoyed doing. There was something about that act. Being in total control and pleasing him. It was something she believed she excelled at doing.

Turning to Brian, she found him curled up on his side and facing away from her. She lifted the covers a little and sighed. Her gaze traveled down his muscular shoulders to his adorable back then to his little boxer shorts which covered his cute little ass.

She moved to him and kissed his neck. He moaned and stirred a little, letting out a soft, shallow breath. Running her hand down his firm abs, she moved lower to his flaccid penis. She rubbed her hand over it and slipped a finger into the hole in his boxers and brushed it over the tip.

For a
moment
she considered pulling it out and licking it, but she didn't want to push her luck. Chances are, at this time of the morning, after a night of sleep, it wasn't shower fresh. Not that she didn't sometimes like his scent in the morning, but in her condition, with her heightened sense of smell, one wrong move and the desire she was currently feeling could fade away and be replaced by horrible nausea.

She fished his penis through the hole in his boxers and
gently
caressed it while kissing his neck and shoulder. His eyes opened and said groggily, "Hey…"

"Hey." She flashed him a smile as she continued tugging on his now quickly growing erection.

"What's going on?"

"I want you."

"Really?" His eyes widened. "You sure?"

"Uh-huh. Can't you tell by what I'm doing right now?"

"Yeah, but you sure you feel up to it?"

"For now I do. So you'd better hurry up."

"Okay." He rose to his knees and tore down his boxers. She pulled off her
nightshirt
and slipped her underwear down her legs. He gazed down to her with his erection waving in front of him. "So how do you want to do it?"

"On my side."

"Cool. That's one of my favorites too."

She turned over and spread her legs a little. Slipping his hands between her thighs, he felt her and moaned. "Oh, God, you're so wet."

"I know."

He brought his fingers to his lips and tasted her. "I really feel like licking you."

"Let's not push it." She craned her neck to look at him. "I feel like doing that to you too, but, you know."

"I know. I know. I read that about six weeks after you deliver we can start doing it again. I
mean
if you're ready." He bounced up and down nervously. "As soon as you're ready I'm going down on you for like an hour. Just try to stop me." He flashed her a mischievous smile.

"Okay." She chuckled. "Now, hurry up and put it in. I want you."

After positioning himself on his side next to her, he sunk deep inside her. "Oh, you feel…"

He pumped his hips back and forth and her eyes fluttered closed. Reaching back, she took hold of his hip and coaxed him faster. "You're so hard."

"Uh-huh."

She held her belly with one hand and lifted her leg in the air as he continued driving his length into her faster and faster. Suddenly, she cringed and rubbed her hand over the muscle in her thigh. "Sorry, I need to change."

"What?" He opened his eyes.

"Let's try this." She pulled away from him then laid on her back and spread her legs. Her rounded
belly
bulged attractively on her tiny frame. Brian carefully positioned himself at her entrance and slipped inside.

"How's that?" He gave her a hesitant look. "Better?"

"Good. Yeah, this is good."

He slowly thrust into her using his hands to support his weight. Looking into his eyes, she ran her
fingertips
gently over his thighs, giving him an encouraging smile. He groaned in delight as he pumped away.

Closing his eyes, he flexed the muscles in his upper body and she brought one hand up to feel his firm chest as he moved faster and faster. Suddenly he breathed out deeply, smacking her in the face with semi-deadly morning breath. She convulsed and a wave of nausea washed over her.

She covered her mouth with both hands and her eyes watered as she hoped he would finish soon. He groaned and looked to the ceiling with his jaw hanging open,
oblivious
to her current condition and apparently in some super-focused state.

He pumped harder then looked down catching sight of her hands covering her mouth, her eyes watering, and the look of absolute discomfort on her face. "Are you… okay?" He struggled to say while his thrusts slowed.

Still distressed, she nodded quickly. "Mm-hm."

"Are you sure?" he asked with growing concern.

She dry heaved and he stopped moving. "You're not okay." He climbed off her and she took off toward the bathroom and slammed the door.

When she returned a few minutes later, her face was still a little pale. She found him sitting up against the headboard under the covers. She sighed. "I was good for a while, but then…"

"That's okay." He laughed. "I was used to women looking up at me like
that
during sex when I was in college, but not really since then."

She slipped in bed next to him, held her hand over her mouth, and mumbled, "Sorry."

"No, don't worry about it."

"Are you okay?" She pulled the covers off him and glanced at his still hard penis. "Did you finish?"

"No."

"I don't think I can do it now." She gave him a sorrowful look. "You can do yourself if you want."

"Maybe later." He shrugged. "You want me to rub your feet or something?"

"No, I'm okay. I just need to lay here for a while."