Sue Set Free: Ben's Wife

My husband, Dave and I have an arrangement... he has a girlfriend and I get to play with any guys who happen to take my fancy. One of my guys is Philip, somebody I used to work with who still comes to my office from time to time. A few days ago, I'd met Philip at the office, tailed by my coworker Emily and with his coworker Ben. Philip runs the mail room and Ben works for FedEx, you see. Ohand a security guard who'd previously seen me naked on one of the security cameras and wanted to check on me, well he showed up too.

Anyway, today I was head down, working, when I realized somebody was watching me. I looked up and it was Ben, the FedEx guy. That's odd as he doesn't usually come into the offices.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi," he said, looking around furtively.

He passed me a FedEx envelope.

"It's empty," he leaned over and whispered to me. "Can you meet me in the break room in a minute?"

I nodded and he started away.

"Thanks," I called out to him.

I put the envelope on my desk, picked up my purse and got up. Emily looked over at me.

"Want a soda?" I asked her.

She shook her head.

"OK," I said, heading to the break room.

Ben was standing by the notice board in the break room, looking nervous.

"Hey Ben," I said, "what's up?"

"Um, Debbie wants to meet you."

Debbie is his wife. She sort of knows about me and she was supposedly OK with me sucking him off.

"OK," I said.

"Can you come over this evening?"

"OK."

He visibly relaxed.

"Great," he said.

He passed me a scrap of note paper.

"Here's our address... can you be there around 5:30?"

"I'll do my best," I said, tucking the note away in my purse.

I watched him leave, then fished a dollar out and got a Coke out of the vending machine. I went back to my desk and slogged my way through to the end of the day.

I walked down to the car and put Ben's address into my phone. I texted Dave to say I'd be a bit late, then headed out.

Ben and Debbie live in a modern apartment complex and I pulled up in the parking lot and got out of the car. I walked over towards the nearest block and looked at the sign to figure out where Ben and Debbie's apartment was. It didn't look to be too far and I headed off following the signs.

I got to their door and looked down to make sure I was presentable. I knocked.

Ben opened the door.

"Hi Sue, thanks for coming."

He stepped aside so I could go in. It was a nice place, going straight into the living room. It was tastefully furnished and painted a slight off white color. There was what looked like a large picture window on one wall, but the blinds were closed. There was a small hallway that I assumed went to the bedrooms, kitchen and bathroom.

A woman came out of the hallway. She looked to be about as old as he was, so like ten years older than me. She was slim, wearing a long dark red dress and her legs and feet were bare. She was taller than me in my admittedly low heels. She had long, wavy brown hair with a hint of gray.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I replied, "I'm Sue."

The woman who's been sucking off your husband, I thought.

"Debbie," she said. "You're prettier than I imagined. Let's sit."

She gestured towards the couch and I went and sat with her, putting my little bag on the floor.

"I just wanted to meet you and see what's going on here," she said, glancing towards Ben.

"I've told her everything," Ben said.

"I know," she said, "I just want to hear it from her. How about you go and make some tea. You want some tea?"

I nodded, nervously and Ben left the room.

"So," she asked, "what's going on?"

"Well," I said, "I'm in an open marriage and one of my guys works in the mail room in our office."

"You shouldn't shit where you eat," she said with a smile.

"Yeah," I said, "he found me on Tinder."

"You didn't have to match him back."

"True. Anyway, he, Philip, knows I like... let's say adventurous sex and he let Ben see me topless."

"And then some. Ben said you were only wearing pantyhose."

"And panties. And shoes."

"As you say. And then you sucked Philip off."

"Yes."

I heard their kettle whistling as it boiled.

"And you like sucking men off?"

"Yes."

"Ah, here's our tea."

She took two little cups of green tea from Ben, handing me one.

"Thank you," she told Ben. "Sit down."

Ben went and sat on a chair.

"Thanks, Ben," I said, looking at my tea.

"Anyway," she said.

"Anyway," I said, "the next time I saw Ben, he said you'd said I could suck him off."

"And you did."

"And I did. Was that not OK?"

"Oh no," she said, "it's fine. I know men like having their dicks sucked and I don't like sucking dick. And you do, so I figure we're all happy."

"That's very enlightened of you," I told her.

She smiled. I smiled back at her.

"And then?" she asked.

"Uh, three days ago I saw him again and he said you'd said I could suck him off again."

"And you did," she said.

I nodded.

"I want to watch," she said.

I just looked at her.

"Ben said you like being watched."

I looked down at my tea. Then nodded.

"Babe, come here," she said to Ben. She was still looking at me.

Ben got up and came over to stand in front of her. She turned away from me and looked up at him. She reached out and unzipped his pants and tugged on his belt.

"Take those off, will you?"

We watched him undo his belt and the button at his waist. He pushed his pants down, then stepped out of his shoes and pulled his feet out of his pants.

"Do you want to undress him the rest of the way?"

"Uh, sure," I said. I hadn't seen Ben naked before.

I stood up and took hold of the bottom of Ben's shirt. I undid the buttons, then pushed it off his shoulders. He pulled his arms out of the sleeves and dropped it on the floor with his pants.

He stood there in his boxers and socks. I sat on the couch and pulled his boxers down to his ankles and collected his socks as he stepped out of them.

He stood there naked. He brought his hands in front of his groin, covering up.

I smiled up at him.

"OK," Debbie said, "suck him off."

I hesitated, looking over at her. She had an amused expression on her face.

"Oh," she said, "would you rather be naked? Ben said you like being naked."

I felt myself blushing.

"He also said you like being undressed, rather than doing it yourself. Is that true?"

I nodded.

"Stand up then. I'll do it."

I stood up, beside her naked husband and turned to face her. She pushed my suit jacket off my shoulders. She collected it from the bottom of my arms and folded it over her arm, putting it on the couch.

She then unbuttoned my blouse and took it off me. As she folded it, she looked at me.

"You're so white. Your tits are bigger than I imagined," she said, "but I'm disappointed in your underwear."

"I don't dress up when I'm not expecting anybody to see it."

She put her arms around me, I thought for a hug, but she unhooked my bra. As she moved away, she brought it with her. She dropped it on the couch with my other clothes, then stopped and looked at my pierced nipples.

"I like those," she said. "Do they hurt?"

"Not any more," I saidand she reached out to touch the bars.

She lifted them up and away from my chest, pulling my tits out.

"Nice," she said, letting them down again.

She unhooked and unzipped my skirt, pushing it down my legs. I stepped out of it and it joined the pile, folded neatly. Her hands went to my pantyhose, pulling it and my panties down my hips.

"I like the strip," she said, looking at my little landing strip just above my slit.

Her hands continued on down. I wiggled my foot out of my shoe so she could take my hose and panties off one leg and she put my foot back in my shoe when I lowered it. She did the same with my other foot, leaving me in just my shoes.

"Let me look at you," she said, gesturing to me.

I moved away from the couch in the direction she'd pointed. She gestured to me to lift my arms and I put my hands on my head. I turned around slowly.

"I can see why you like her," Debbie said to Ben.

I was facing her again and I put my arms down.

"Shall we get on with it?" I asked Ben, with a smile on my face.

"No touching," Debbie said, warning in her tone.

I took Ben's hands from where they were covering his cock, lifting them up to his head. He locked his fingers together, putting his hands flat on top. With amusement in his eyes, he watched me.

I moved right up to him, close enough that my nipples were touching his chest and slowly lowered myself, my nipples dragging down his front.

When I was kneeling in front of him, I turned him around with my hands on his hips, sitting him down on the couch next to Debbie.

I moved between his knees and leaned in and licked around his balls, covering them with my spit and working my way up to his cock. I licked all the way up the shaft, licking up the smudges of pre-cum on his tummy by the tip, then sucked the head into my mouth.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Debbie move in to kiss him, his arms going around her shoulders. He seemed to be sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders and she shifted to pull her arms out of it, leaving her topless.

They kissed and I carried on sucking his cock, getting it all the way back to my throat on the down strokes. I stroked his balls with just the tips of my fingers, feeling them tighten up as he got ready to cum. He was huffing and puffing through his nose, then he held his breath. He started cumming in my mouth, jerking his hips up towards me as I swallowed it down.

He calmed down, his breathing returning to normal. As he still kissed his wife, I gently sucked on his cock. It didn't have the rock hardness any more and as it softened further I sucked my way off it.

I sat on my heels with my hands on his knees, watching them kissing.

Debbie broke the kiss, sitting up again. Embarrassed, she put her arm across her tits before turning and sitting back again. I sat there, watching as she tried to pull the straps up her arms but her dress had shifted down so they were too short. Finally she gave up and stood up, one arm protecting her tits and the other trying to pull her dress up again.

Ben, bless him, reached forwards and grabbed the back of her dress, a single tug pulling it down to her feet and exposing her full bush. Her hand quickly came around to cover her pussy.

"I think it's a bit late for that," Ben said.

He gently moved her arms out of the way so I could see his naked wife properly.

"It's only fair," he said. "Look at her."

I didn't know if he was talking to me or to her, but I looked. She had small tits that jutted out, large, dark areolas and big nipples. Her belly button was pierced, with a little hanging star and below that was her hairy pussy. I could see her lips poking out below, looking an engorged dark pink. It looked to me like she was at least as turned on as I was.

We all sort of looked at each other, embarrassed now the sex part was done with.

"I bet the tea's cold," Debbie said to Ben. "Put something on and go and make some more."

I stood up and moved away so he could get up. He pulled his boxers on and hooked his arms into his shirt. He was doing the buttons up again as he went back to the kitchen. Debbie bent down and pulled her dress back up, hooking her arms into the straps. I moved towards my pile of clothes but she shook her head.

"I think we both like looking at you," she said, "and you, unlike me, like being looked at."

I sat down next to my clothes, naked, as I heard the kettle whistle again. It stopped whistling and Ben came and collected our cups. He was still in just his boxers and shirt. A moment later he reappeared with fresh tea.

"Thanks," I said, taking the cup he offered me. This time I blew on it and drank a little before putting it down.

"So, what now?" I asked as Ben sat down again.

"Well," said Debbie, "is Ben 'one of your guys'?" She made the quotes signs around that.

"I don't think so," I said, "up until now he's been somebody I see sometimes when I'm seeing Philip."

"I don't mind him watching," she said, "but I'm not sure I want you sucking him off again."

"OK," I said.

"Maybe you can come over here and I can watch. Again."

"OK."

"I'll trust Ben to tell me what you're allowing."

"If we do this again, I'd like to see you in the sexy lingerie Ben's told me about. It sounds like something I'd enjoy seeing."

"I'm going to need notice in that case," I told her. "I'd be happy to, if I know when to dress up."

We drank our tea for a few seconds. I was feeling a little awkward being the only one naked.

"Look, can I get dressed?"

"Sure," Debbie said.

I put my tea down and got up. I took my shoes off and put on my panties first. I put my shoes back on - I put my pantyhose in my bag - then put on my bra, skirt and blouse.

I sat down again to finish my tea. Now feeling normal, we talked about normal stuff, like their apartment and the weather until I managed to skulk out of there and head home.