It Could Have Been Anyone -

It Could Have Been Anyone - Pt. 7

By Cal Bishop

Author's Note

Alicia puts the blindfold on and friends come over.

In addition to the group sex, this story also includes elements of anal sex and swinging/loving wives. You have been warned.

There's definitely going to be two chapters to the series after this. I've tried to put some kind of an ongoing plot in this series in between all the fucking, with character development and a climax in the nonsexual sense of the term, and it'll take two more chapters to wrap up. There probably won't be anything after that. Maybe one-off stories starring these characters, but they'd have no broad plot impact, they might explore different themes/characters more, and the main arc will be done.

If you have any feedback on Ben and Alicia's journey, let me know, and I'll take your thoughts into account when working on those one-off stories or anything in the future.

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Scenarios depicted here are intended to be fun fantasy, but may be illegal, immoral, and/or dangerous if actually attempted in real life. All characters are over 18.

It Started as a Normal Day

It was Friday, and on Tuesdays and Fridays, Alicia left for work half an hour early and got to her desk half an hour late. In between, she went to a spin class. One of her favorite things about her job was the gym on the premises.

"Okay, gang, turn it up! For two more minutes, turn on the gas! Give it your all! One more burn!" Tyler yelled.

Pump, pump, pump, pump... she stood out of the saddle of the exercise bike to get more force into her legs, her back arched, her eyes on the spandex-clad butt of the woman she didn't know in front of her, barely able to see their instructor over her. Tyler was tall and skinny, with sculpted muscles displayed clearly by spandex of his own.

"Good! Okay, ease up for a bit. Cooldown time," he called when the time was up.

As Alicia's momentum carried her into the cooldown period, she grinned competitively at her friend Ella on the bike next to her.

I can do this longer, can't you?

She tried to say wordlessly. No challenge was needed to keep Ella going; as far as Alicia could tell, she hadn't slowed down at all.

"See you next week!" Alicia said breezily to Tyler as the class headed to the locker room.

Alicia put her towel over two hooks, staking out the shower next to hers for Ella. Ella joined her a minute later, before the water in Alicia's shower had warmed up. Alicia ducked into her shower just before Ella hung her towel up.

"Admit it, you were showing off for Tyler," Alicia called over the shower wall as she rinsed off the sweat from the workout.

"Grow up," Ella called back. "I'm not that desperate!"

Rinse, shampoo, conditioner, a little body wash all over, rinse again, water off. She didn't have time for more before work like this. "You're so interested in Tyler, maybe you should ask for his number," Ella shot back as they got dressed.

Alicia shrugged. "Maybe I should."

"Gotta have a backup just in case things fall through with Ben, huh?"

"Huh? Oh, right. Backup. Hah," Alicia said.

Ella stopped. "Are you and Ben okay? I was kidding, I didn't think you should actually go out with Tyler..."

"Yes, we're fine. I was just... not paying attention. Sorry. Haven't had my coffee yet. Ben and I are great, really," Alicia said.

"Are you? Sometimes I wonder. I've heard you talk about that Gene guy," Ella answered.

"Oh, him? Come on, that's all Platonic. He's happily married. Ben is even closer to his wife than I am to him," she said.

"Kinky," Ella said.

"Not like that," Alicia answered after thinking for a minute about how to respond.

Conversation turned to safer topics as they walked down the hall, to the elevator, and out to the coffee shop they frequented. "So what's up with you, anyways?" Ella asked. "Any exciting plans for this weekend?"

Alicia shrugged. "Same old, same old," she said. "Maybe going out to dinner tonight but it'll be low-key if so. Maybe we'll go on a bike trip together tomorrow. If I'm not too sore from this morning, that is. How about you?"

"I'm meeting Megan for brunch tomorrow at a new place on H Street. Maru. Heard of it?" Ella asked. Alicia shook her head. "You know what, you should join us," Ella said suddenly, turning to face her in the line. "I haven't seen you outside work in way too long."

Alicia frowned in thought. "We went to brunch at Gypsy Kitchen just last month, didn't we?"

"That was April," Ella corrected. "The cherry blossoms were still out, remember?"

Ella ordered her coffee as Alicia thought about it. "You're right, it has been a while, sorry," Alicia admitted after ordering her own. "We've just been busy."

"I'm glad things are going well for you and Ben. I know they weren't for a while in the fall, right? You didn't give me many details, but there was definitely something wrong. I'm glad you two are better, I'm just saying, it's not healthy to forget your other friends."

"I haven't forgotten anyone. I've just... not thought about you two in a while," she said defensively. "Sorry. You're right, we're overdue."

"So, brunch tomorrow then? The reservation's at 10. I can probably get a third added to it," Ella said.

"Probably," Alicia said, nodding slowly. "Let me check with Ben and make sure we don't have some plans I've forgotten about. But probably."

Once they had their coffees, they walked together back through security to work. They were coworkers before they were friends. "Seriously, maybe you should ask Tyler out some time," Alicia said. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Don't remind me," Ella said. "But no. I'm not dating my spin class coach, thank you very much. I'm not that desperate."

"Oh come on, don't be so hard on yourself. It wouldn't be desperate," Alicia said, actually getting annoyed. "It would be just... casual."

"Heyyyyyyyy, ladies!" said their coworker Uriah as they walked by his desk.

"Hey Uri!" Alicia said, walking a little faster.

"Now that would be desperate," Alicia said once they were safely out of earshot.

"The good news is, I think he's finally got the message at the last happy hour that I'm not interested," Ella said. "The bad news is, I think he might be interested in you now."

Chat died down for a while when they got to their cubicles, around the corner from each other. Alicia had 11 emails overnight, two requiring answers, and by the time she was done with that, it was almost 9, time for the Agile project meeting. By the time that was over, Ella was engrossed in a weekly report and wouldn't appreciate an interruption. But Alicia didn't forget about their talk.

Taking It to the Next Level

Alicia got home from work around 5:30 and didn't find Ben there.

That was unusual. He normally got off work around 4 PM, well before her, so even if he had some errands to run on the way, he'd be home before her, cooking dinner or just playing Overwatch in the living room. But the living room of their apartment was empty, and no one in the kitchen called out to her.

"Ben?" she called, just to be sure. No answer.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, she noticed it on the couch. The blindfold, a strip of black cloth they'd used for many sex games in recent months, in their own bedroom and at a friend's house.

There was a yellow Post-It note on the blindfold. "Put it on," said a brief note in Ben's scrawled handwriting.

For a moment Alicia wondered about that.

The last two times, it was a typewritten note with detailed instructions. Was he in a hurry this time? I can recognize his handwriting, but maybe he's aware of that and trying to fake me out and it'll be another man? He didn't even text me about a surprise this time, unlike the other two times.

She looked down the hall, and was unsurprised to find the hall dark, the bedroom door closed. Curious, she went to it and knocked. No answer. "Hello?" She called. She thought she heard noise, motion in the room, but likewise no actual answer came.

She tried the knob. It was locked. She frowned.

It's never locked. I guess it might have been the last times we did this, I didn't check, but why bother? Why be so careful about that, and then forget about the text and the note?

She shrugged. If she really needed to know, she could call Ben. And as he, Gene, and Vivian all liked to remind her, she could always take the blindfold off. She'd at least let the game start and see where it would go.

Expecting slight disappointment, worried that some detail had gone wrong and this mystery session wouldn't measure up to the previous but still looking forward to it overall, she kicked off her shoes, put her purse on the couch and tied on the blindfold.

"Okay, I'm ready," she called.

She heard the click of a doorknob, and footsteps from the hall. Heavy footsteps.

That's a big guy. Pudgy? Or really, really musclebound?

She couldn't decide which was more appealing. She didn't want to be shallow, but she wondered if his size would affect her enjoyment with the blindfold on.

A hand on the small of her back. A man's lips on hers. She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around him.

He's taller than me, but he's skinnier than Dave, maybe even skinnier than Ben. Was he stomping his feet just to confuse me? Was he carrying something heavy

?

They kissed tenderly, like lovers, even though she didn't know who it was. Her hand roamed up his back, finding a boyish figure wearing a t-shirt or something similar. His hand on her back roamed down, caressing her ass through her skirt, then squeezing. She felt another hand on her other ass cheek.

She smiled mentally. Despite the details that had seemed off, this was starting to resemble the last two surprises. She looked forward to hot sex with a mysterious partner with Ben's blessing. She wondered if they had worked out anything new for this encounter, but by this point she was confident she'd enjoy it even if not.

She broke the kiss, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and asked jokingly, "So is this going to be a regular habit? Once a month, some stranger comes over and fucks my brains out?"

She didn't expect an answer. He probably wasn't truly a stranger, so recognizing his voice would give away his identity, end the mystery. In the past when she had had to communicate with mystery partners, they had worked out very simple codes with taps on the shoulder or elsewhere. So she was surprised when Ben's voice said, "Sorry, but I don't know about that, this was hard to schedule."

She frowned in confusion. "Ben?" She asked.

It's not like them, especially not like him, to give away the identity like that. But it didn't sound like his voice was coming from the guy right in front of me, either

. She stepped back. "Are there two guys here?"

A hand caressed her butt, and now that she was paying attention to the details, she realized it was a left hand on her left butt cheek, but she hadn't heard or felt the man she was kissing step around her. The man in front of her put his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss, and another hand joined the first on her butt.

"There are two guys here," Ben said, and it sounded like he was across the room as the three, now four, hands explored her body and the lips explored hers. "I'll even confirm that there are more than two guys here."

Alicia ran her hand through the hair of the man she was kissing before thinking about what Ben had said. The man kissing her ran his hand down her back, groped her ass. The hands that had been fondling her there moved down further, one caressing her hip, the other exploring between her legs, just a little above her knees right now but it could so easily go in either direction...

She broke the kiss, breathing hard, dizzy with stimulation. "Ben, how many guys are here?" She asked.

Hands massaged her shoulders. "If you really want to know, just take the blindfold off," Ben said directly in her ear.

She hesitated, intimidated.

I've been with two men before, more than once... and with Gene, Ben, and Vivian before... but this is just me and how many guys? Three? Five? Fifteen? Can I handle that

?

The man in front of her grunted and tugged at her blouse.

"Yeah, go ahead," Ben said.

They were efficient. Two worked together to unbutton her blouse, one from the front, one from behind. She put her hands on the shoulders of the man in front of her but wound up steadying herself more than anything else. Once her blouse was unbuttoned, the man in front of her pulled it down her arms, while the man behind her unsnapped her bra.

They unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it down. "Wait! Stop!" Alicia gasped. They did. All hands touching her left. For a second, she had to think about why she had asked them to stop. She wasn't sure what to say. It seemed like an objectively crazy situation: she was standing nearly naked in a room with her boyfriend and she didn't know how many other men, getting ready to presumably gangbang her, but she had no idea who most of them were. In view of maybe three men or maybe twenty, she was covered only by a blindfold, light blue panties that already felt moist, and her loose brown hair on her shoulders!

Oh yeah, that

. "Um. I didn't think of putting my hair in a ponytail before I put the blindfold on, or getting my earrings off," she said, fingering her dangly hoops. "Can someone lead me to the bathroom, please?"

Men chuckled at that. "You can hand me your earrings and I'll put them somewhere safe," Ben said. "We don't want to break anything. But as for your hair... do you really think it won't be messed up pretty soon?"

By the time he finished saying that, it was a murmur directly in her ear, but she was sure that several other people were close enough to hear it.

She could feel breath on her neck that was probably Ben's. He ran his hands through her hair, just like he had probably done dozens of times when they were alone together, and then down her spine, down to the curve of her back, until he reached her panties, and then continued over the curves of her ass, between them, now with just one finger tracing a line on the cotton. He poked between her legs, and as he pressed the cotton into the folds of her pussy, she noticed it was already soaked.

She put her hand on the arm of the couch to steady herself, as someone, probably Ben, fingered her before she had no idea how many witnesses. "Call me a liar if you want to but I have a hunch you're enjoying this," he said sardonically, as if he couldn't feel her juices himself. "If you just give me your earrings, I'll put them somewhere safe, and then we can get back to what we're doing. Or should I say, 'what you are doing?' Or maybe even, 'what they are doing'?"

He stopped speaking. The finger between her legs pushed through her panties and penetrated her, maybe up to a knuckle, maybe not even that. She leaned forward and put more weight on her hand on the arm of the couch, but nothing else happened.

She stood up straighter, dislodging the hand between her legs, and quickly removed her earrings. "Here you go," she said, holding them out. She felt a hand under hers, felt it take the jewelry.

"Thanks," Ben said. Then there were footsteps.

"Now what?" She asked.

Hands returned immediately. At least five on her, groping her ass, caressing her hip, cupping and squeezing her tits. She put her hand on the hip of the man in front of her, feeling his hip through jeans.

Someone pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them. Someone kissed her, not tenderly this time but fiercely, hungrily, like he expected to fight someone for the place, which she supposed might be the case. Someone else rubbed her ass, massaging it lewdly. A third person reached between her legs with one hand, reaching for her pussy, and wrapped the other around her waist, pulling her to the side.

"Be gentle, guys, there's enough of me to go around if you just wait your turn!" she laughed. The man holding her around the waist let go, but not the other two. She lost her balance and fell on the couch, awkwardly.

"Sorry about that," someone muttered. Someone took her hand and helped her stand.

That's nice. Ben?

She wondered.

No. "Why don't you lead her to the bedroom?" Ben's voice said, too far away to be the man holding her hand.

Of course, it's a much better place for this

, thought Sarah, her uninhibited, insatiable alter ego who came to life when she was in a mysterious situation, as the man with her hand led her down the hall.

The man put her hand on the corner of the bed and let go. She turned, sat on the edge of the bed, crossed her legs demurely despite her nudity, and said with a smile, "So which lucky guy is going first?"

Someone put his hand on her shoulder and kissed her. She kissed back eagerly. Their tongues dueled, mostly in her mouth but not entirely. Someone put his hand on her knee. She spread them. Someone massaged her breast. She breathed deeply.

"I don't know about 'first'," Ben said as someone fingered her slit, exploring, teasing, maybe making sure for themselves that she was ready rather than relying on the word of others. "I think there are too many of us to just stand in line and wait for a turn. I think you might have to deal with us two at a time."

"Or three," someone said, and there was laughter.

Someone put Alicia's hand on their cock, large but soft. She popped it in her mouth briefly, swirled her tongue around it, and then set to stroking it. The finger on her pussy aimed for her clit and started rubbing. "What would I do with three men at once?" she asked slowly, dreamlike, not expecting an answer, trying to find a rhythm with the man who was fingering her and the man whose cock she was stroking.

My mouth and my pussy at the same time, no problem

, she thought.

But three? I could stroke someone else while two are inside me. Could I stroke two without losing my balance? Could I take one in my ass?

She felt like it should have been scary, but it was simply dizzying, overwhelming.

There was a weight on the bed behind her. One on her shoulder, supporting and rubbing, while the other slid around her waist, to her pussy, one finger sliding inside her delicate folds without disturbing the finger rubbing her clit.

"There is one more thing I should tell you," said Ben's voice in her ear, and for the moment she knew who two of the hands on her were. "We have six condoms in the room. If you want to use those and stop, we can. If you want to pick and choose who uses them, you can take the blindfold off. Or we can just... not worry about it."

"Well, that's stupid," Alicia said, as angrily as she could, which wasn't very, not with her imagination exploring the mysterious possibilities around her a mile a minute and her body feeling pleasure from what seemed like every square inch of her skin and some parts inside.

"Why didn't you bring..." she wasn't sure how to finish the sentence, and it wasn't just because of the distractions.

"Enough for everyone?" Maybe six is enough for everyone and he's just now thinking about spares, or some guys fucking me more than once. "A dozen?" Maybe that wouldn't be enough for everyone! "Two per person?" But if there could be more than a dozen guys here, and if they'd really need two condoms each, then oh my God, that would mean that I'd be fucked

...

She gasped and had a small orgasm and briefly lost the ability to do math, partly from the fingers in and on her pussy, partly from the thought of what could be in store for her. The fingers on her clit stopped gently. The finger in her pussy stopped but didn't withdraw, leaving her aching with anticipation of more. The cock in her hand remained stiff and slick as she paused her strokes. The man it belonged to started thrusting his hips, not exactly forcing her to restart but making it clear where his mind was.