Fringe Benefits 2

Continuing on "Lara Awakens" and "A Gift Returned."

My wife, Lara, and I had completely renewed our sex life by each spending one night as a slave to the other. On those two nights, both of us had broken the boundaries that our inhibitions had set for the previous 12 years. Those nights involved sex with another person by the “slave,” while the “master” watched. I learned my gorgeous but straitlaced wife had desires and fantasies that could be unleashed with the proper coaxing. And it wasn’t only our sex life that improved, but nearly every part of our relationship. We weren’t just going through the motions anymore – we really looked forward to time together.

Our sex was charged for several months. We had gone from once every two weeks, to two or three times each week on weekdays, and usually five or six times every weekend. And Lara was performing things she would never try before. Just a few sentences from either of us about something that turned us on during our two “submission” nights, and we’d be hot all over again.

But inevitably, after a few months, I could feel things begin to slow down. That big change in our life had started when we both took some risks to carry out fantasies. When I felt things slow down, I started to think of a new plan to recharge us again.

One evening in early December, we were relaxing over dinner at home. Lara had just finished telling me the day’s events at the pharmaceutical laboratory where she works as a technician. Then I started recounting my day at the public relations firm where I was a subdivision P.R. officer. “How are you getting along with Phil?” Lara asked.

Phil was my boss, the subdivision manager. At 28, he’s seven years younger than me, but I can’t say I have any hard feelings about working for a younger boss, because Phil knows how to get the job done. When our last manager let the department get lax and sloppy because he was going through a divorce, top management brought in Phil from outside to turn things around. Phil had an Ivy League education, and although only a few years’ experience in P.R., he was clearly a go-getter. In just six months, he had everyone in the subdivision working at full steam, and new customers were slowly coming in. Best of all, Phil encouraged each of us to explore any new idea, no matter how crazy it sounded. He didn’t approve them all, but every idea got a hearing. But Phil also had set us up to compete against each other. By transferring out a 10-year veteran who was turning in the same old stale work, Phil sent the message to everyone: “perform or step aside.”

As subdivision manager, Phil was pulling down some good bucks. Still single, he tended towards expensive suits and fine cologne, which together with his athletic frame were turning several heads of the women in the office, as well as Mike, the only gay man in our subdivision.

“So far, so good,” I replied to Lara. “Today he laid out a new plan for our biggest client totally on the fly, in the middle of a meeting, and everyone knew he hit the nail right on the head. Our client went for it, and said they have another project they’ll bring to us. What do you think of Phil?”

Lara had met Phil twice. Once at an evening cocktail party to welcome him in, and once when she dropped by my office for lunch.

Lara glanced at me, but I just kept my eyes on my plate. “Well, he certainly looks great, if that’s what you mean,” she said. “But to be so consumed with work at his age, I wonder if he won’t burn out young.” Our conversation went onto other things, and we wrapped up dinner soon after.

That night, we both were ready for a midweek session. Lara looked great in a black see-through nightie. I came up behind her as she was brushing her hair in the mirror, and started rubbing her breasts, pulling at her nipples. After a few minutes, she turned to me, dropped to her knees and maneuvered my cock out of my boxers. By now, she had really mastered how to such my dick until I exploded, but tonight I stopped her short and got her on the bed on all fours, entering her wet pussy from behind. When we were both ready to cum, I turned her over so we could finish while looking into each other’s eyes. It was another great session. Afterwards, we lay together, stroking each other.

“Are you sorry about anything we did the night you were my slave?” I asked.

“Are you kidding?” Lara answered. “It still turns me on just thinking about it.”

“It’s been three months since I was your slave. What would you think of doing something else?” I said.

Lara hesitated and looked away. But I could feel her nipples harden in my fingers. “It would depend on what you have in mind,” she answered, almost too softly for me to hear. “Are you thinking of something.”

“Well, I did have a thought cross my mind, but I’m not sure how you’d feel about this one.” We both lay there silent for a moment, but my prick started to stiffen in her hand, and I could smell her pussy start to get wet.

“Are you going to tell me?” Lara asked. “Just go ahead and say it.”

“Well, okay. But you’ll probably think I’m crazy.”

“Just tell me. What is it?” Lara said.

“Okay. Well, you know how much it turned me on to watch you with another man. I’d like to do it again.”

“Well, I’d have to think about it. It was a turn-on for me too. I’m not against it,” Lara said.

“But I’m thinking of someone in particular. I’d like to watch you fuck Phil.”

Lara’s eyes suddenly got large, and she sat up a bit so I had to stop rubbing her tits. “You must be kidding,” she said. “Fuck your boss? I couldn’t do that. You’d have to work with him everyday. No I just couldn’t do that.”

“Well, in addition to turning us on, we could both enjoy some nice benefits if he goes for it,” I said.

“Now I’m really against it,” Lara said, with a little anger in her voice. “We did some things that turned us on, but I’m not going to be a prostitute. No way.”

“Okay. I said you would think I was crazy. I was just telling you a fantasy. Let’s just drop it.”

For the next few weeks, we didn’t discuss any fantasies, and even our sex had an edge of tension. I was beginning to regret ever mentioning my idea.

In the second week of December, my office held its annual holiday party. The top brass rented out a popular local disco for our exclusive use, including a live band that specialized in Motown. Everyone generally used this occasion to bring out the heavy attraction weaponry, dressing in the finest new clothes, which made the party something to really look forward to each year. Lara was no exception. She looked fantastic in a burgundy velvet dress with black collars and cuffs. Keeping with her prudish character, it had a high neckline, and came down to the middle of her knees, but nothing could hide those perfect breasts, and her perfectly shaped lower calves in black stockings made me think of getting her home early for a fuck.

Soon after arriving, we were in a group with two other couples, drinks in hand, when Phil came in. As he went around the group shaking hands, he stopped a little longer at Lara. I guessed he was trying to check her out, but attempting not to be caught by her husband or the others. The band started playing, and the party warmed up. Lara and I split up so she could talk with some of the other women, and I hit the buffet with a few colleagues. Soon people were shifting from the dinner tables to the dance floor to the bar. I danced with Lara to “My Girl,” and then she said she wanted to eat. As we walked off the floor, the band started a slow classic, and Phil intercepted us coming off the floor. “Mind if I dance with your beautiful wife?” he said. I looked at Lara waiting for her answer. “Sure,” she said. “Why not.” I moved across the room, but kept my eye on them. Phil was playing it straight, keeping his right hand high on her back. They talked throughout, and a few times Lara let out good laughs.

After the dance, Lara went to the buffet, but as the night went on, I saw Phil come back to Lara several times, spending a few minutes here and there talking with her. Each time, she seemed to be entertained by his humor. When the band started another slow dance, I saw Phil grab Lara’s hand and head her to the dance floor, with Lara appearing happy to comply. This time, Phil pulled Lara close, and instead of talking face to face, he talked in her ear, with his cheek to the side of her head. His hand slowly moved down to her waist, and then a little lower. When they turned, I could see Lara had her eyes closed, and Phil was definitely pulling her into his crotch. At the end of the song, they separated for a second and I could see Lara was flushed, but then the band hit up a fast song and they started dancing apart which overcame the awkward moment.

I was making my own rounds, trying to be discreet about checking out the best looking women with their plunging necklines and hemlines slit high up the thigh. About 12:30, the party was just beginning to thin out. I saw Phil come up to Lara again, and after a few minutes of talk, he grabbed her hand and led her to the entry hall. I stayed behind a pillar where they wouldn’t see me. A sprig of mistletoe was hung from the chandelier in the entry hall, and throughout the evening couples were catching a holiday kiss underneath. I watched as Phil gave Lara a short peck on the lips. They pulled back with smiles, but then the smiles melted off their faces as they looked each other in the eyes, and after a brief hesitation, they pulled back together, with Lara pushing her hands around Phil’s neck, and they met in a passionate kiss that lasted about 15 seconds. When they parted, I guess they both realized anyone could walk up, so they came back into the main hall and quickly separated.

That night in bed I was nearly asleep from exhaustion and too much gin and tonic when Lara said, “Remember the fantasy you told me a few weeks ago?”

“Yes,” I said, quickly pulling out of my drowse.

“Well, if you figure out how, I’ll do it.”

I kissed Lara on the lips, my cock beginning to harden, and said, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow night.”

The week between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, I invited Phil over for dinner. Lara and I both prepared a fine meal of lamb chops and several side dishes. I picked out Lara’s clothes for the evening, a silky black top that pulled tight to her breasts, and this time with a neckline that showed her fantastic cleavage. A green cotton skirt looked in line with the holidays, but was slit in front high on her left thigh. I made sure she was in thigh high stockings instead of every man’s biggest turn off: pantyhose. The conversation at dinner was fun, with Phil telling us a few humorous stories about people at his last job. Several times, I saw him catching glances at Lara’s boobs or legs, and she was responding by making sure the skirt was riding high up her thighs. Just as we finished the main course, I stepped into the kitchen to clear some plates, took out my cell phone, and changed the ring setting so the phone would ring. Pretending to answer a call, I had a conversation loud enough for Phil to hear. When I hung up, I said, “You’re not going to believe this, but Jim says he just finished the proofs for the Lindsay account. He says I have to pick them up to edit them tonight, because he meets with the Lindsay account manager tomorrow at 8:30. His kid is sick, so he can’t bring them over. I have to go over there.”

“Why don’t I head out with you,” Phil said.

“Nonsense. There’s still dessert, and there’s no need to rush off. I’m sure Lara would like you to stay awhile. Besides, I can be there and back in 45 minutes, one hour tops. I’ll be back for a nightcap with you and then you can still get home at a reasonable time.”

Phil looked at Lara. “Please stay,” she said with an innocent smile. We have chocolate mousse and I don’t want to eat your portion too.”

“Okay,” Phil said.

I picked up my coat, pecked Lara on the cheek, and headed out. I then drove a block away, and returned on foot to our back yard. I had left the curtain on the dining room window open enough to see the whole room, and knew that without lights on in the yard, I couldn’t be seen from inside.

Phil and Lara where laughing about something, and Lara refilled his wine glass. Phil was doing the talking, sitting close to Lara, and at a point when they both let out a good laugh, he put his hand on her knee. It looked innocent at first, but he didn’t take it away. Slowly, the look on their faces became more serious, and as he talked, Phil moved his hand above Lara’s knee to her thigh. Lara’s nipples were clearly erect, and Phil must have commented about them, because Lara blushed, but then she looked up and gave Phil a soft kiss on the lips. He responded by kissing her back, but much more passionately. Because they were awkward sitting in the dining room chairs, they stood up, and kissed in a hard embrace, their tongues pushing in and out of the other’s mouth. Lara said something, and Phil reached down below her skirt and quickly ran his hands up her thighs. He took hold of her panties on each hip, and Lara helped him pull them down. Phil took Lara by the shoulders, face to face, and backed her against the wall between the dining room and the kitchen, and kissed her hard again. He said something, and she began unbuckling his pants. Quickly they fell to the floor, and I watched as she pulled his boxers down on top of the pants. Phil lifted Lara’s skirt to her waist, took her thighs, and lifted her up. Very skillfully, he lowered her onto his hard-on, and Lara wrapped her legs around his waist. They talked at several points, but Lara was clearly weak from the sexual energy running through her body. Since I said I would only be gone 45 minutes, Phil was obviously moving things quickly so he wouldn’t get caught, not knowing I had my cock out in the cold night air, as I watched them. Phil started pushing into Lara, and with each thrust, her back hit the wall. As he got faster and harder, I could hear both of them moan loudly each time he pounded into her. Their pace got faster as he locked his lips over hers, and managed to squeeze her breasts with one hand while supporting her bottom with the other.

Here it was again: my wife being pounded away by another man. And instead of any jealousy, all I felt was excitement. After the pounding became feverish, I saw Lara’s face tense, and she came in a huge orgasm, practically screaming in ecstasy. Phil followed just after, shooting his cum into her while jerking his hips, banging her even harder into the wall. A glass fell off the countertop next to them and broke. I shot my load soon after into the hedges. They kissed for several minutes, staying in the same position, with Lara’s legs wrapped around Phil, his bare ass mooning me.

I headed back to the car, since I figured I should return in about the amount of time I said. I pulled up in front, and took out the proofs Jim had actually given me earlier that day at the office to edit. When I entered the front door, Phil was straightening his pants in his seat at the dinner table. Lara was out of the room. “I think she had to use the bathroom,” Phil said, looking away so he wouldn’t have to look me in the eyes. “Sorry, I knocked a glass off the cabinet here and it broke.”

That night, after Phil went home, Lara and I fucked as hard as ever. She loved for me to describe what I saw from the window, and when I told her how I watched the two of them reach climax, she couldn’t hold it in, and started bucking in another massive orgasm.

I planned the next step. It was something I thought about to get hard on several nights, and I decided to go through with it, even though I wouldn’t be able to watch. Just Lara’s description later that night got me off like a rocket.

The day after dinner, Lara came by the office around 3:00. She went directly to Phil’s office on the 12th floor, and told Phil’s secretary, Tanya, she wanted to peek in just to say hello. Phil hired Tanya directly from a modeling agency, literally. Don’t get me wrong, she had the typing skills, and managed Phil’s calendar deftly, but she was also luscious. She had come to the US from Russia in 1990, and learned perfect English since then. She also tended toward low cut blouses and short skirts, which Phil didn’t object to. He told me at lunch once that people judge a P.R. firm a lot by looks, and he wanted a great impression on anyone waiting in his outer office to see him, so nobody above him objected when he went to the modeling agency for a secretarial reference.

Tanya buzzed Phil on the phone and said, “Mrs. Strand would like to say hello.” “Send her in,” Phil answered.

According to Lara, she walked in, and closed the door behind her, but didn’t lock it. She quickly walked to Phil’s desk, moving around the back and he stood up to meet her with a hard kiss on the mouth. Behind Phil’s desk was a floor to ceiling window, looking out over a slightly shorter building, but Lara guessed people on the top floors had a pretty good view of Phil’s office, if they were looking.

Lara quickly unzipped Phil’s pants, and unbuckled his belt, pulling out his already hard cock. Phil was worried, but couldn’t stop her because he wanted what followed. Lara then pushed him back into his chair, and dropped to her knees. With her giving a blow job she had perfected on me for the past few months, Phil’s head dropped back and his eyes closed as he began to moan. Lara learned perfectly how to gently massage my balls with one hand and massage the base of my cock with the other, while she moved up and down on me with her mouth, and she said she used the same technique on Phil. She could feel his scrotum tense up in preparation for orgasm, when out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tanya staring at them with a stunned look. Lara just kept going, and she wasn’t sure if Phil even saw Tanya come in because he was in total oblivion. Tanya then backed out quietly, while Lara brought Phil to orgasm, taking his load in her mouth and swallowing as I taught her.

She said they both straightened their clothes, and Phil said he was glad she came by to say hello, to which they both laughed. Lara didn’t mention anything to Phil about Tanya.

Lara actually thought up the final act. Her office had a lab for experiments that required a very controlled environment. The lab had a large window into the next room so others could watch experiments carried out. Lara told Phil to come pick her up at work late one Friday evening, and they would go out for a quick drink. She could be home before I was suspicious, she told him. When he showed up at the door, Lara told him to come into her office while she shut down her computer. Nobody else was left at work, having gotten out for the weekend. Lara’s plan worked perfectly with me already sitting in the dark room next to the special lab. After closing everything down, Lara grabbed Phil’s shirt and gave him a deep kiss. He asked, “Is this okay?” “Everybody’s gone. I checked,” she answered. After some kissing, Phil started massaging her tits. Again she wore a silky blouse that showed off her perfect breasts. “Come into this other room,” she told him, leading him to the special lab.

Inside, Lara unbuttoned Phil’s shirt and pants, and soon had him completely naked in front of her. He then pulled her blouse over her head to reveal a black lace bra that her nipples showed through perfectly. As he turned her around to unzip her skirt, the door to the room I was in opened, and in walked a young guy with a broom and dustpan. I figured he must have been doing some temporary work between semesters at the university. Very quickly, he saw me, and looked at the two in the lab. I put a finger to my lips, and motioned him to come over near me where he couldn’t be seen. I looked into the lab, and neither Phil nor Lara had heard the intruder. The young janitor looked at me and we both half smiled.