Friend Group With Benefits Pt 01

Shay laughed, hair brushing her face as she shook her head. "I did not 'burn down the dorm,' I just dared Gemma to try to light her breath on fire. Not my fault she lit the whole bottle of rum instead."

"Yeah, well, I still had to run outside half naked when the alarm went off, regardless of whose fault it was," Anya said. "You're lucky I have nice tits. Pretty sure that's actually how I met Dave." She glanced over into the den, where her husband was making an obscene gesture with his game controller. The guys got together a few times a month, usually at Shay's. They'd all been friends since junior high, and Dave and Sam had married college roommates. Brad and Jesse's wives clicked with Anya and Shay's sarcasm and love of cheap booze, so "the wives club" tagged along for some of the hangouts. They watched bad movies and usually ended up passed out in one of the guest rooms while their husbands played into the wee hours of the morning.

"Ok, did you see that? How many people did you know in high school who got to make some big speech at prom? Teen movies are crap." Penny went back to the home screen, eliciting groans from Anya, Shay, and Gina. It had taken them half an hour to pick a movie they agreed on in the first place.

"Speaking of high school, when was the last time any of you played a good old fashioned drinking game?" Shay reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of vodka.

Penny put on an exaggerated pucker, pressed her breasts together, and leaned in.

"Wanna get me in a closet for seven minutes in heaven, huh?"

"That's less enticing when I have my own tits to play with, but I appreciate the offer. I was thinking more like truth or dare. When it's your turn, you choose. If you don't want to answer the question or do the dare, you drink."

"Sure, why not?" said Anya. "I'm just calling a rule of no dares that leave the house. I am not putting a bra or real pants back on -- it's past 9pm. Shay, since it was your idea, and you for some reason cart booze around in your purse, which we'll talk about later, you can go first -- truth or dare?"

"Mmm...dare," she said, taking a swig from the bottle. Clearly she wouldn't be waiting for a rejected question or dare to get buzzed.

"I dare you to go into the den, lift up your shirt, and see if any of the guys notice." Shay chuckled, knowing the likelihood of pulling them away from their game was exceedingly low. She sashayed into the living room, lifted her shirt, even jumping up and down, with no reaction.

"See -- just you guys are gonna see Lola and Betty tonight."

"It's still so weird that you named your boobs."

"What can I say, the girls like personal attention. Your turn, Penny -- truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"When you blow Brad, where does he finish?" The other girls "ooooh"ed like middle schoolers, as Penny bit her lip, deep in thought.

"I really don't know. I don't think I've given him a bj in at least a few years." Shay's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she noticed Anya and Gina nodding in solidarity.

"Preach," said Gina. "Not that the hubs doesn't ask for them, but I hate giving them. Literally what is enjoyable about gagging?"

"Wait," said Shay, "are you telling me that none of you suck cock anymore?"

"No," said Penny. She noticed Shay's expression. "Are you telling me you do?"

"Yeah. All the time. I literally used to be able to finish just from doing it. How am I the only one here?"

"Well, hell, just make sure Sam doesn't say anything to the other guys -- we'll never get any peace about why he gets it and they don't."

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"Aw, damnit!" Jesse shouted, throwing the controller at Dave. "You realize you were looking at Sam's screen, not mine, right?"

"Suck my dick, dude -- I'm here to have fun, and watching you get annoyed is fun."

"Don't you have a wife for that? Pretty sure she's in the next room," Jesse countered.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure she's just dying to get on her knees. She loves it so much we're up to one time every three years."

Sam laughed, then stopped abruptly when he saw that Dave was serious. "Dude, that blows. Or -- doesn't blow. I can't imagine only getting them that often. Just glad my wife is basically a succubus. Though I'm guessing mythical sex demons don't own as many pairs of yoga pants."

Brad knelt dramatically in front of Sam "Oh wise sage, tell us of your secrets so that we too may enjoy sexual overtures of the oral persuasion." Sam pushed him over, and they all laughed.

"No secret -- it's not anything I did. If it were merit-based I'd never get one. Shay's got this thing where she gets off on knowing she's gotten a guy turned on or gotten him off, so the more into it I am, the more into it she is. And let me just say," he lowered his voice, "she has some skills. Does this thing with her finger in her mouth...I don't even know. But it's amazing."

"Such crap, dude -- the least you could do is share."

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"This may be the vodka talking, but I have an idea."

"Penny, nothing good ever starts that way."

"No really -- it's a little crazy, but I think it could work. We don't want to give blowjobs. Our husbands want blowjobs. Shay here practically gets cock drunk, apparently. What if the guys all just go to her?"

Shay spit out her shot. "Ex-cuse me? Did you just volunteer me to be the group cum guzzler? Because as much as I've fantasized about being slutty, I'm pretty sure Sam would object. Besides, do you really want me all over your husbands' dicks?"

"Think about it," said Penny, "it's you, and we love you. And we know that you're not after the guys. And let's be honest -- we'll hear about the fact that you do it anyway. But this way we know it's a thing, but we also don't have to do it, or hear them complain."

"Ok, this is definitely the vodka, but I think Penny is onto something," Gina said. "I would love to never have to be asked to swallow a load again."

"Anya, are you on this psycho train, too?" Shay turned to find her best friend deep in thought.

"Well, we did have that threesome junior year with that frat guy I was dating, so it's not like there's no precedent for you being in bed -- or on the floor -- with a guy I'm with. And you can act as prissy as you want -- I know you love attention, and validation, and getting guys worked up in general. This just gives you more targets."

Shay tried to protest, but she couldn't tell Anya she was wrong without lying, and Anya knew it. It didn't matter -- Sam would never be on board.

"Sure -- let me just go ask my husband for permission to suck off his friends on the regular." She padded into the den, narrowly avoiding a thrown couch pillow on its way to Brad. "Babe, can I talk to you?"

Sam followed her into the kitchen, grabbing her ass as she bent down to grab a beer from the cooler.

"Funny you should lead with that -- wanna hear the latest the girls have come up with in their booze marinated brains?"

"Oh no -- what this time? Please tell me Gina isn't going to start selling that skincare crap again."

"Nope -- they want to outsource their wifely acts to yours truly."

"What exactly does that mean?"

"Penny proposed that since none of them like sucking cock, all of the guys can come to me -- pun intended -- for that." She laughed, but Sam didn't join in. When she looked up, he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What?"

"Well, maybe it's not that crazy." He held out his hand, cutting off her interruption. "The guys are already jealous of me and what I get. And you know I love knowing someone else wants what I have. Imagine how much they'd feel that way once they know what they're missing. Besides," he said, stepping closer and putting his hands on her hips, "you are way too talented for me to monopolize that filthy tongue of yours."

"You're all nuts. Or drunk. Or both."

"C'mon babe -- think about it. You could walk in the room for any of our get togethers and know that the guys are all thinking about how fucking hot you are when you're on your knees with a cock in your mouth. And we could make it a condition that I'm part of at least some of it. I've always wanted to see you getting stuffed from both sides." He pressed into her, giving weight to his words. "I think you should do it."

He leaned forward, and began kissing her, hands gripping her ass. She felt a slight flush as she pulled back -- she wasn't usually one for PDA. But the guys were just staring, eyes drifting to her ass as Sam pulled her skirt up slightly, giving them a better view. She looked over to her friends, sure that one of them would have something to say about all of this, but they were smiling. Gina was blushing slightly, but Shay heard her whisper "I think this is going to work", and she and the others left the room, presumably to go back to their drinks.

Suddenly Shay felt a presence behind her. Warm hands slid over her hips, and lips pressed against her neck. She turned to find Dave looking at her appreciatively, the inseam of his shorts strained with the effort of containing his erection. Sam wrapped his arms around her and slipped her shirt down, exposing her breasts. Nipples stiffening (just the air, she thought, right? I can't really be this turned on by flashing the guys, right?)

Dave took that as an invitation, and ran his hands over her, cupping her tits, then sucked them in turn as he freed his cock. He was a little shorter than Sam, she noticed, but thicker. She was glad the arrangement was sucking, not fucking, because it looked like the girth could keep her from walking for at least a day.

Finally giving herself over to the moment, she slid down her skirt and panties and slipped out of them, stepping back slightly toward Sam, whose now bare cock pressed into her ass. She looked back at him, and he nodded, giving the green light for whatever was next. She stepped toward Dave, walking him back with a hand on his chest and pushing him down to the couch.

She knelt in front of him and wrapped her hands around his shaft, feeling herself begin to nearly drip with anticipation. She had to admit, while this wasn't something she'd have thought of, she was incredibly turned on by the attention, and by the thought of being shared.

Brad and Jesse were still in their original positions on the easy chair and the other side of the couch, respectively. Shay was secretly delighted to notice that they had their cocks out too, and were stroking themselves to the scene playing out. She teased Dave, and her "audience" by lightly flicking her tongue up his shaft while using a glistening bead of precum to massage the head.

She hesitated for a moment, still not quite having processed that this was really happening, then swiftly lowered her head, taking the entire length of Dave's cock into her mouth. She slid a finger into her mouth, stroking it against him like a second tongue, eliciting a deep moan.

As she came up for air, Sam slid a hand between her legs, fingering her for only a moment before he slipped his cock into her soaked pussy and began fucking her. She began sucking Dave off again, and each thrust of Sam's hips brought his dick further into her mouth. After a few minutes, she came, moaning and whimpering around Dave. His breathing quickened, and he groaned as she swallowed his cum. Sam wasn't far behind, pulling out and finishing on her ass.

Shay looked around the room, gratified to see that Brad and Jesse had also finished. She had technically just made four guys cum. They sat silently, no one knowing what to say. She knew she had to do something.

"Who do I have to blow to get a towel around here?"