It Could Have Been Anyone -

It Could Have Been Anyone - Pt. 11

By Cal Bishop

Author's Note

Alicia, Ben, and others clear the air.

In addition to group sex, this story also has elements of pregnancy/impregnation and swinging/loving wives. If that stuff isn't up your alley, feel free to read something else.

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.

Seeking normalcy

"Are you mad at me?" Ben asked Alicia, breaking the silence over dinner. It was the fifth time in four days he had asked that. Sometimes there had been more words, but those had always been the important part.

"No," Alicia said, likewise for the fifth time. It looked like he was going to follow up, so she shoved another forkful of spaghetti in her mouth and spoke up as soon as she could. "You know, I think I'll go to the gym after dinner, I had a morning meeting yesterday and skipped spin class. You want to come?"

She assumed he'd decline, but even if he joined her, she wouldn't have to worry about conversation too much while they were sweating on treadmills or weight machines and wearing headphones.

"Sure," he sighed. He tried to return to the previous topic. "You know, I wouldn't blame you if you were mad. I know I fucked up."

At first she had struggled to respond to that, but by now, it was easy. "Thanks, but don't worry about it. I'm not mad, and there's nothing to be mad at you about anyway," she said. She polished off her plate. "You done with that?"

"Yeah, I guess," he said, handing over his plate with a few forkfuls of spaghetti still on it. "I hear what you're saying, and I want to believe you, but you have to admit, you've been kind of distant ever since..."

She cut him off. "Let's just get this soaking and go downstairs, okay?" she asked with the pot in her hands. "That old guy from the third floor usually goes around eight. If we get down there fast, we might have the place to ourselves the whole time."

"Old guy? He can't be over 50," Ben grumbled. But he didn't argue with the plan, so she didn't follow up.

The workout was uneventful. Alicia spent most of her time on a spin bike, Ben on a treadmill. They took breaks from their respective machines and to spot each other on weights. Ben had no illusions of being a musclebound meathead, and Alicia appreciated that, but sometimes she worried that he wanted to measure up to the other men in her life, whoever they were.

They took the stairs back to their apartment instead of the elevator to get a tiny bit more of a workout. On the way up, they passed the man from the third floor. Flushed, she smiled at him out of polite reflex, even though his gaze wandered at her breasts as they passed.

Ben chuckled after they were separated by a staircase. "I think he liked your outfit," he said.

She blushed, a little annoyed to have the workout sexualized, and then more annoyed at her own reaction.

Why not enjoy it? Plenty of women work out in a sports bra. Even if we had a totally vanilla sex life, there would be nothing wrong with me dressing like this, or him looking, or Ben noticing

.

So she shook herself and chuckled as if nothing was wrong. "Maybe he did, so what?" she asked.

Instead of answering her verbally, Ben slapped her ass playfully. She wiggled her hips and took the last few steps to their floor more quickly.

"You want to shower first?" he offered.

She rolled her eyes.

Even before we got into the lifestyle, I wasn't all THAT demure!

"You want to join me?" she countered.

He grinned and yanked off his t-shirt and shorts. She peeled off her sports bra and spandex shorts almost as quickly as he got the water started.

They played and their hands roamed as they got cleaned. Ben washing her body quickly progressed to fondling and wantonly groping her boobs. She pressed her butt back against him, and sure enough, felt his erection riding between her thighs.

She wiggled her hips back and forth. She knew where this was going.

Should I give him a handjob right here? A blowjob maybe? Naaaah. There's no reason I can't get off too. There's absolutely nothing wrong with a good fuck from my live-in boyfriend!

So she tilted her head back and purred at him, "Try to control yourself until we get to bed, okay?"

He chuckled at that. They finished washing and rinsing quickly and with few words. As soon as they were dry enough to get in bed, they were all over each other, groping, kissing, caressing. She gasped as they sat together on the edge of the bed, their towels forgotten, her hand quickly finding his cock while he started fingering her pussy.

"Hmmm," she moaned with anticipation between kisses as she quickly got him hard again with her hand and his fingers probed past her clit, down into the folds of her pussy.

They shifted frequently, each of them spreading their legs more, leaning on the bed differently for greater comfort, truly enjoying the other's body for the first time in too long. As they squirmed, she happened to meet his dark brown eyes, and their eyes locked.

She broke the gaze first, kissed him again, and tried to reassure herself.

It's fine

, she thought.

There's nothing wrong with him. I'd get off just fine if we did it normally, probably

.

But still, it would be better with the blindfold,

thought her other inner voice, a voice she called Sarah.

She broke the kiss and took a breath. She caught his eye, arched an eyebrow at him, gave him her best sultry look, and said, "You want to put the blindfold on me?"

He chuckled. "Sure."

Comforting darkness settled over her face and as she and Ben started making out again, she reminisced on what else she had done in similar situations.

Ben's with me right here, but the gangbang was right here too. I've probably fucked Gene, Frank, and Lewis right here, and maybe Barry at some point, and probably Dave.

Of course, I've definitely fucked Dave elsewhere. More than fucked him. Been dominated and used by him and abused by him and loved it so much that I begged for more, said I'd do anything if he finally let me cum, and he did. So I MAY not have fucked him here, but I probably will at some point...

Her pussy was soaked, inflamed by her arousal. She felt Ben's hand on her thighs and spread her legs. He started fingering her pussy immediately and she gasped, overcome with pleasure from her past and likely future lovers as much as from Ben.

"Fuck me," she moaned, not sure whose name she'd finish that sentence with if she had to pick one. She groped and found his cock again with her hand, now fully erect and slick with precum, and stroked it eagerly.

Ben chuckled. "Well, since you ask so nicely," he replied. He put one hand on her hip, maneuvered her onto the bed. He paused with his weight on the bed between her legs, spread wide, and for a moment she feared that he'd tease her, make her wait.

He didn't, though. Apparently he had had enough of foreplay too. He leaned, and brushed her thighs, and then the head of his cock was on her labia, and then he thrust into her, filling her.

Alicia gasped and dug her nails into his back. She wrapped her legs around him, embracing his body with all of hers, but her mind was on the last time he and Gene had taken turns fucking her.

An Unwelcome Invitation

Things continued like that for a few days. Alicia hoped they'd continue like that for weeks if not months, until the details of the BDSM session faded from memory, until Ben stopped worrying without them ever talking about what he was worried about, until normal sex felt good enough again, felt like what she had thought of as great until she had done things wearing a blindfold she had never dreamed of.

That wasn't what happened, though. Just three days later, while sitting on the couch with Ben watching TV, her phone dinged and she got an email that made her stomach lurch as soon as she saw the sender.

It was Gene, inviting them to the next one of the parties he and his wife regularly hosted. At these parties she had been spit-roasted and more by men and women while blindfolded, unable to be sure who was fucking her or even who was watching, and had one earth-shattering orgasm after another. A month ago she would have been thrilled to get the invitation, but now she was terrified of how far things would go.

She couldn't avoid discussing it. Ben's phone had vibrated at the same time as hers. "Hmmm, that's interesting," he said, looking at his own phone and then her meaningfully.

"Yeah," she replied.

He picked up the remote and paused the show. "So what do you think?"

Can't put it off any longer

, she thought. "Actually, I don't think I want to go," she said as casually as she could. "You can go without me if you want. I know they don't normally have singles there, but they might make an exception for you. Or maybe they could pair you off with someone for the night." The prospect worried her a lot more than she wanted him to know, but it seemed like the best way to put the matter to bed.

It didn't work that way, though. "Come on!" he scoffed. "I don't want to go without you. If you don't want to go, that's fine, but why? You've been distant for days, and if you don't want to tell me, fine, but I feel like you're mad at me, like I screwed something up, and you won't even tell me what!"

"I'm not mad at you!" she shouted. "I just feel like we, I, we have been going a little too nuts lately and want to cut back. Is that okay?"

"Of course!" he said bluntly, but then he hesitated, looking at her.

"Okay, then! No problem," she said. She wanted to take him at his word, to let it go, but couldn't resist probing his expression. "Right?"

He sighed. "Alicia? Did I screw up?"

She winced. "No."

"Really? Not even organizing that session with Dave? You've been different ever since then."

I can't believe he's so dumb, if he thinks that's when it started

, she thought, hating him momentarily before turning it back on herself. While the problem had been growing since her gangbang, if not earlier, it hadn't become a distraction every single day until Ben arranged for her to be thoroughly dominated and abused by an acquaintance of theirs. She felt like she had lost control of her sex life then and would never get it back.

"No, that 'session' wasn't a mistake," she made herself say. "I'm fine, and it was fun. If I hadn't wanted it to stop, I could have taken the... used the safe word any time. It was just really... extreme and I need time to recover. Not physically, but, you know, mentally."

"I see," he said. He sounded doubtful. This time, she didn't pry at it.

The rest of the evening was quiet and normal enough, and the following morning. Conversation was polite but light as they got ready for their respective jobs. But later that morning, her hopes that the problem would go away on its own were once again disappointed. This time, by Gene.

"Hey, how are you doing? Long time no see," he texted her out of the blue around 11 that morning.

Ugh. Does he think he's fooling anyone?

Was her first thought. She considered ignoring the text entirely, or crafting some scathing reply that would make him ashamed of everything they had done if only she could think of one, but it occurred to her that while this contact out of the blue was obviously related somehow to her discussion with Ben, she didn't know exactly how it was related or what Gene knew.

So for now, she kept it simple. "Hey, sorry but I can't make your next party. Have fun though!" she replied.

She saw three dots indicating that he was crafting a reply before she put her phone away. When it came, it was suspiciously inoffensive. "That's fine. No reason we only have to see each other at the parties anyway. Maybe we could meet up for lunch some time?"

Vague politeness seemed to be the best way forward. "Sure! Maybe next week or something"

Once again, the reply was quick. "Great! How about today? Ben mentioned he has lunch with you on Thursdays sometimes. I'm happy to meet you near your office any time"

Fuck. That backfired

. She considered lying that she was busy or had plans with a co-worker today, but the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she got.

If Ben can't take my word for it that things are fine and just kept on asking, that would be one thing. But he's recruiting Gene to get me to go to the party and have sex with random people some more? How fucked up is that?

So she agreed. "Fine. Café Diva at 20

th

and F St. See you at noon."

She got to the café 10 minutes early and got a frappe and a wrap. Then she found a table with a clear view of the door. At first she kept her phone out and browsed Facebook while sipping her drink, but she found herself looking up whenever someone came in. After a few minutes she gave up on her phone and just watched the door.

When Gene finally arrived, in a gray suit and tie despite the heat, he scanned the room looking for her, and his face lit up when he found her. She waved by reflex but tried to keep her face neutral, suppressing the churning in her gut. He came to the table and went in for a hug. She partially stood to return it.

"How's it been?" he asked with an easygoing smile before fully ending the hug, like he was seeing her for the first time in months rather than weeks, like they had been friends with benefits for years rather than months.

She nodded and couldn't help smiling back this time. "Okay, you?"

"Pretty good. I see you've already got something to eat, I guess, so I'll be right back..."

She stared at his back as he waited in line, kicking herself for following along with the small talk, and tried to remember that she was mad at him and Ben for maneuvering her into this position to begin with. There were four people ahead of him in line, average or even fewer than average for the lunch rush here, so she had time to think.

When he returned to the table with a soda, bag of chips, and wrap of his own, she felt ready this time. "So, Ben put you up to this, huh?" she stated.

He paused before sitting down and raised an eyebrow. "Put me up to?"

"Asked you to try to get me to go to your next party, because he couldn't do it."

Gene paused and sighed before speaking. "Ben

mentioned in passing

that you two wouldn't be at the party, but he asked Vivian to talk to you because he thought you were upset and whenever he asked about it, he made it worse. After Viv and I talked about it, we thought I should try instead of her. Partly because you and I are, you know, close, but mostly because my office isn't far from yours."

Alicia snorted. "Seriously."

"What part of that is so hard to believe?" Gene asked.

She changed the subject. "Did he tell you why I'd be mad?"

"He was vague," Gene said slowly, carefully, in a tone unlikely to catch the attention of the lunchtime crowd around them. "But I had the impression that he planned a surprise for you and it went too far."

"Oh, you have that impression!" she scoffed out loud.

Who knows what kind of details Ben shares? Hell, he probably sends out pictures to Gene and all the other guys! Videos, for all I know!

"I wonder why?"

"Because I was in the room when he asked Dave for a favor, and I can put two and two together," Gene said in the same careful tone. Gene stretched out his neck and looked off into the distance before continuing. "I don't know exactly what Dave said or did... if it was Dave... but I'm pretty sure that to him it was just a game, a role to play. It's intended to be fun, or maybe 'exciting' is a better way to put it, and, you know, feel good, but that's all. If it didn't seem that way to you, then he screwed up. And I'm very sure that that's all Ben had in mind."

"But I'm not even sure what the problem actually was!" Gene hissed with a shrug. "Ben didn't tell me, and I don't think even he really knows. So would you like to tell one of us? If you want it to be Vivian or Betty instead of Ben or me, just give one of them a call."

She took a deep, shaky breath and shut her eyes. "I'm not mad at Ben. Or Dave," she said. "Just myself, maybe."

"Can you tell me why?" Gene asked.

"No."

"Okay, then can you tell Ben why?"

"Fuck, no!" she snorted.

"Okay, how about Vivian or Betty?"

She paused and thought. For the first time, she regretted meeting him in a café during the lunch rush. "I changed my mind, I'll tell you," she muttered. "But can we go somewhere else?"

He shrugged and agreed. She led him three blocks north of her office, to a tiny park in name only, a triangle formed where three streets met that happened to have some bushes, one tree, and one bench in it. They sat on the bench. People would walk by frequently, but it would be obvious if anyone stopped to listen.

She took a sip of the frappe, the cup sweating in the August sun despite how cold she felt, and spoke carefully. "I could have used my safe word any time. I'm mad I didn't. I'm mad I got so into it. It would kill Ben if he knew. So I'd be very grateful if you didn't tell him any of this and let me deal with it myself."

Gene furrowed his brow. "Okay, thank you for telling me, but I don't get it. You were supposed to get into it. That was the point. Why would Ben mind?"

"Trust me, he would."

"Okay, if you say so," he said slowly. "Let me just ask you something. What if you're wrong about what Ben would think?"

She laughed bitterly. "If I'm wrong, then there's no harm in it, we just skip a few parties until this whole thing blows over. But if I'm right? If Ben would react how I think he would react to finding out what a slut I am?"

Gene paused and thought for a long moment. Finally he asked, "Am I gay?"

"What?" She asked. Of all the responses she had expected, that wasn't among them.

He shrugged as if the meaning was obvious. "You might have heard I like sucking dick."

She laughed dutifully, taking it as a random, zany attempt at cheering her up. "You've made it pretty clear that you also like women."

He had an immediate follow-up. "Am I a cuck? You know my wife fucks other guys now and then. Sometimes I'm in the room for it, sometimes I'm not."

She tilted her head. "Yeah, but she's not trying to humiliate you, and the other guys aren't either. Why do you ask?"

"Is Vivian a dyke?" he asked instead of responding. "She's gone down on several women, including you."

That was news to Alicia but she didn't let it distract her. "Gene, what's your point?"

"My point is, people like to put people in narrow little boxes based on the most random things," he said, staring across the street and making circular motions with his hands as he spoke, as if the ideas he was expressing were pottery. "About everything, race and class and stuff, but especially about sex. And then people like to make random value judgments about those boxes. And it's stupid."

He trailed off. She thought about it, trying to puzzle out what he meant. "So you're saying... maybe I'm a slut, but maybe I'm not, and it's probably okay?" she asked.

Gene put his hands on his knees and looked at Alicia as he continued. "I don't know exactly what happened between you and Dave and Ben, but I don't think Ben would make the same value judgment you seem to be making. If you're wrong, you're not just keeping it vanilla for a while, you're making yourself and maybe him miserable for no reason. So why don't you ask him?"

"Hah. Right. Sure." She said.

"Well, that's what I'm going to suggest. Talk to Ben," he said. "I'm also going to suggest you come to the party, not for me or Ben, but for Brandy."

"Brandy?" she asked. That came out of left field; she hadn't even spoken to Brandy in months.

Maybe because of Barry?

She wondered. She had seen Barry less than a month ago, at the gangbang. He hadn't fucked her, as far as she knew, but it wasn't for lack of trying on her part.

Ugh. Did she find out what I said there, what I nearly did? Is she mad?