"She didn't say. I think it's the idea of being with one of my friends that turns her on."
Vanessa hummed in agreement. She remembered very well how exciting it was the first time Ben shared her with Victor. Knowing Victor would never be able to look at her the same again was deeply erotic.
"It's funny, huh," Tim continued. "A few months ago, I would have been furious if she said she wanted to sleep with one of my friends."
Vanessa chuckled. "But not anymore, I take it. So, ask one of them. Bella is a very sexy girl. I doubt any of your friends would miss an opportunity to be with her."
"It's just... I don't know how to approach it."
Vanessa sighed. She could tell where this was going. "Tim, you should just ask them."
"Yeah, I know. I just don't know how open they are to the idea. I mean, I would have found it weird if someone asked me something like that. At least before this summer."
"So what? You want me to ask them for you," Vanessa said, her voice not hiding she was annoyed.
"Not exactly," Tim said. "But I was hoping you could drop some hints or something. You know, nudge them in the right direction."
"Tim, you have to be able to handle this yourself," Vanessa said, her voice stern. "I think it's great you and Bella have found this spice in your life. I'm sure you'll find a lot of joy in it. But you must make your own path if you want to continue. I can't start pimping out your wife to your friends, for Christ's sake."
Tim swallowed. "Of course. Sorry."
Vanessa studied his self-conscious expression. "I take it this was the real reason you wanted to bring your friends over. Am I right?"
"Well, you know, I..." Tim began. He looked obviously guilty.
Vanessa shook her head. "At least you didn't break my car to hide your ulterior motives this time."
She was disappointed. He should be able to handle this on his own by now.
"Hey, you'll do fine," she said, forcing a smile. "Just take it slow."
She walked outside to say goodbye to the others, Tim following her steps. They were throwing darts at a board Ben had put up against the fence. She vaguely remembered that the boys used to play a lot back in the school cafeteria.
"Did you hear the story about my penis?" she heard Carl ask his friends. Focused on the game, he obviously hadn't noticed Vanessa coming back out.
"No, let's hear it," she said, suppressing her smile as Carl flung his head around.
Embarrassment spread across his face. "Oh, shit. Sorry."
"Go on," Vanessa encouraged him. Carl hadn't changed much, she thought. Embarrassing him was usually the best way to shut him up. "Tell us all the story about your penis?"
Carl's eyes darted between his friends for support, but they just looked amused at his predicament.
"Never mind," Carl said, not meeting Vanessa's eyes. "It's too long."
"Man, that's bad even by your standards," Will said, shaking his head.
"Sounds like you boys can entertain yourselves," Vanessa said. "I'm gonna leave you to it."
"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" Tim asked. "We can keep it down if you need to work."
Vanessa gave him a tired look. Was he really this desperate for her help? "I trust you won't burn down the house when I'm gone."
Twenty minutes later she sat with a cup of coffee in her favorite downtown cafe staring at her laptop. But her focus wasn't there. Tim and his disappointed face kept popping back into her head. She couldn't help feeling as if she had abandoned him. Maybe she should have at least given him some words of encouragement.
Her mind wandered back to when Ben shared her with Victor the first time. She had felt so bold, openly flirting with him over the course of an evening, right before her husband. Ben eventually invited his friend back to their apartment, and with the two men seated in the living room, she started performing a slow dance. She couldn't remember what music Ben put on for her that night, but she still had a clear memory of the low-cut dress she wore. The red satin moved over her curves, and she felt like the most desired woman in the world. Her courage was built on several intoxicating discussions with her husband where he had admitted he wouldn't just be OK with her seducing his friend, he would be excited to watch her do it. Both Ben and Victor stared wide-eyed at her as she lowered her dress.
It wouldn't be the last time she stripped for another man. In her succeeding performances, she typically took her time to build up suspense. But that night she rushed to shed her clothes, fearing a slow progress might make her find reason and abort her sinful mission. Her underwear followed, and she stood naked before two pairs of excited eyes. No man but Ben had seen her naked before, and her nerves were on high alert. But somehow it felt perfectly natural to bare herself for her husband's friend, as if it was what a sexy young wife should do. The lustful admiration of her spectators felt like a powerful drug, and she knew she was hooked.
After exchanging a few glances with her husband, she sank to the floor, feeling compelled by a powerful force. When Ben approached, pulling out his cock from his pants, Victor followed suit. She soon had two erections pointed at her face. A deep hunger welled up inside her, and she charged at them with her mouth and hands. She serviced them with her mouth and hands like it was her sole purpose in life.
She had discussed with her husband beforehand that she wasn't sure how far she'd go, and it would have been easy to finish off the two men using her hands and mouth. But the reality of what she was doing had her erotic cravings spiraling out of control. Ben eventually pulled her to her feet and led her to the bedroom, telling Victor to follow them. She positioned herself on her hands and knees on the bed, and Ben moved in close with his cock by her face. The expectant thrill she felt when the bed moved behind her was a force she never since forgotten. She didn't even look back but instinctively arched her back to present her open pussy for Victor. Keeping her eyes locked with Ben, she tended to his throbbing erection. She gasped when Victor teased her, rubbing his cock over her pussy. The forbidden sensation of craving him inside her had her mind spinning. When he finally pointed his erection steady against her opening, she immediately pushed back to impale herself on him. The three of them were too high on lust for a slow build-up, and soon she was rocking back and forth between her husband and his friend.
She snapped back to reality as the waiter asked if she wanted a top-up for her coffee. Realizing she was panting, she just shook her head in confusion. Her screen had gone black. How long had she been daydreaming? It happened a lot these days, her mind getting caught in memories from her wild days.
Ben always praised her for being bold enough to act on her desires. And he was right—it took guts to put her sluttiness on the line. But the more she thought about it, she realized she probably underestimated all the groundwork Ben had laid for her. Sure, she was the one who seduced Victor that first night, but Ben had planted the necessary seeds and made clear to his friend what was on the table. Had she perhaps been too hard on Tim? It probably wasn't easy to broach the subject of sharing his wife, even to his tightest clique of friends.
She sipped her lukewarm coffee as her mind again started wandering, recalling other sweet memories. After a few more nights with Victor, they moved on to other external partners—a stranger they met while traveling, Ben's boss, a bartender she picked up while traveling, a few college friends. She'd read somewhere that most women have between five and ten sexual partners before they settle down and get married. In her case, she exceeded those numbers, only her list started after she married. Given what her daily life was like these days, it was sometimes hard to grasp that she and Ben really did all those things.
Victor was their most frequent guest in bed back then, but she sampled a manifold pallet. Each encounter had its own sinful flavor, and she was grateful for her experiences. And there was also something to be said about not being exclusive in extramarital activities. She'd heard that could eventually complicate things. Tim was a fast learner, and she shouldn't be surprised if he had realized this too. Continuing to offer Ben's services wasn't a sustainable long-term solution. Maybe it was in her own interest to help Tim out.
Without fully realizing what she was doing, she had already started packing up her things. Soon thereafter, she was driving back to her house, not sure exactly what she would do once she arrived. Why was she so keen on helping the young couple? Setting up Bella with her husband and Victor was risky enough, and there was no way she could talk a group of her students into bedding their friend's wife.
