Story: Confessions of a Side Chick

[peanutcake]

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I guess Ben sensed my eagerness to drive his car, and he downed pint after pint of whatever craft beer he ordered.

By his eight glass, he was obviously flushed, but his speech still coherent.

The bill eventually came up to nearly $300 which he paid for with his Amex. Back then I assumed Amex was for high-income earners, as compared to the usual MasterCard or Visa holders, and was suitably impressed.

We walked to his car in silence. I guess he was tired.

Getting into the driver's seat, I looked around for the button to retract the roof.

Ben sensed it, and reached across from the passenger seat, his forearm brushing against my chest in the process.

B: Oh my god! I'm sorry!

Honestly, it was an accident, and I didn't think much about it. Unfortunately, the material of my spaghetti top was rather tin, and the padding of the cups was way thinner. Needless to say, my left nipple felt the full effect of his accidental brush.

It invoked some sort of reaction within me. Sensations I hadn't felt in a long time. I wished the roof would retract faster so the cool night air could dissipate the heat I was feeling from my face.

I drove out of the lot carefully and slowly, not wanting to damage a car that was probably more than my net worth.

Ben lay back and closed his eyes.

B: You know how to get there?

I sorta nodded, even though I knew he could not see it. Their place was at a private estate somewhere near where I lived. I guess getting home from there wouldn't be that difficult.

I kept to the speed limit, enjoying the rush of the breeze in my hair. How often could one say they had the opportunity to drive a convertible? Over the din of traffic, I could hear Ben snoring softly.

We arrived at his place after around half an hour. It was huge. How in the world were 2 relatively young business owners able to afford such a place? The driveway itself probably was the size of Emily's entire house. Needless to say, I was impressed.

Me: Ben, we're here.

I nudged him. He sleepily opened his eyes.

B: That was fast.

I had no response to that.

He opened his glove compartment and fumbled around for the gate remote, eventually finding it and opening the gate. I carefully drove in.

I depressed the roof button and killed the engine once the roof had fully closed. I handed him the keys and we got out of the car.

B: Hey, you wanna come in for a drink?

Me: More drinks?

My thoughts ran amok. What if he got drunk and tried to take advantage of me? What if I actually wanted him to take advantage of me? What if Belinda found out?

Sometimes I wondered what was going on in my head. It seemed that my carnal desires were very much controlled by my somewhat perverse mind. It was not as if I thought about sex daily, but sometimes, I really missed the feeling of a hard cock deep inside me. I probably had to blame Adam for that. Last I heard, he had successfully signed on, and had proposed to his girlfriend. So that was one cock I probably should stay away from. And yet here I was, a couple of feet away from a cock which obviously belonged to someone else. A somewhat underused cock so he claimed.

Me: Sure. Why not?

Again, what's the worst that could happen?

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I settled down on the sofa while Ben grabbed some glasses and ice cubes. He opened a cabinet and opened it.

B: What would you like?

I turned around and took a quick glance. His liquor cabinet was well stocked. I had absolutely no idea what was what and definitely did not know what I could or couldn't drink, my exposure to alcohol thus far being just beer.

Me: Something light?

Ben laughed.

B: I haven't got anything light. You ok?

I thought about it. What was the worst that could happen?

Me: Sure.

He grabbed a bottle of Blue Label.

B: We're gonna drink it neat.

I gulped. That didn't sound good. Was he deliberately trying to get me drunk?

Wild thoughts ran through my mind. Did he have condoms? I had stopped taking the pill a long time ago. What if he didn't believe in using condoms? Why was I even thinking he wanted to sleep with me?

We knocked back a couple of shots, telling each other lame jokes and generally laughing at nothing in particular.

After an hour, I finally felt the buzz in my head. And perhaps my loins. I guess my alcohol tolerance was higher than I thought.

Ben strangely was more awake than he was in the car.

The front door opened and Belinda strolled in. She was really dressed to thrill, in a short and tight black dress, accentuating all her curves. If I was a guy, I would definitely want to bed her.

Bel: Oh hello. You're still here? It's getting late.

Me: Oh? I didn't notice.

Bel: Well, I'm off to bed. You can stay over if you like. I've got some clothes you could wear.

I merely nodded. I wondered why she wasn't chasing me off. It was, after all, her anniversary. And yet all she wanted to do was go to bed after neglecting her husband the whole day?

Me: Should I be going?

B: Nah it's fine.

Me: It's your anniversary. Shouldn't you be, you know, getting intimate?

Ben laughed.

B: We don't really have sex. Not with each other anyway.

He stopped suddenly, probably wondering if he had said too much. But I was definitely intrigued.

Me: So… you both have other sex partners?

B: Well… she does. I don't actively seek one out.

Me: And you're ok with it?

B: We're both happy. Running a business is pretty stressful. We both knew we weren't sexually compatible but we wanted to be together otherwise.

Me: So you've never had sex?

Ben laughed again.

B: Oh we did. Loads of it.

Me: But?

Belinda suddenly reappeared, wrapped in merely a towel around her body.

Bel: Is he talking bad about me again?

She sat down next to him, stroking his thigh.

B: Nope. Just sharing about our unique marriage.

Belinda laughed too.

Bel: Oh. Yeah.

B: So anyway, we were really horny teenagers.

Bel: Yeah. We'd do it anywhere.

I wondered why they were so open about sharing this information with me.

Me: He mentioned you aren't sexually compatible?

Bel: Oh that. Yeah. We had loads of sex. But something was missing. We even saw a gynae about it.

Me: I don't understand.

Bel: Well, let's just say I was hardly wet. And sometimes, he'd just lose his erection in the middle of it.

B: Yeah. The amount we spent on lube was ludicrous.

Bel: He was never able to cum from sex. I had to finish him off with my hand or mouth. Sometimes he did it himself.

I shifted uncomfortably. Perhaps they were sharing too much. Or perhaps all the memories of how wet Adam made me and his thick, long cock deep inside me.

Bel: Well I'm really off to bed. Why don't you come in and grab some clothes so you can stay over?

She took me by the hand and led me to her room and into the adjoining walk-in wardrobe.

She took out a sheer nightgown.

Bel: I think this will fit.

I looked at it. It was way too sexy.

Me: Err.

Bel: You're pretty. Don't deny it.

I wondered where this was leading to.

Bel: Would you sleep with Ben if he asked?

I was truly at a loss for words.

Suddenly, she placed her hands on my face, pulling me close and planting her lips on mine.

I felt a jolt through my body and sensed that the towel that was covering her modesty had somehow fallen to the ground.

Her hands moved down from my face, down my shoulders and eventually rested on my chest, her thumbs brushing against the thin fabric. I shuddered. She took my hands and placed them on her chest.

Bel: Or perhaps, I'm the one you rather sleep with?

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I gasped. Not knowing how to react.

Belinda guided my hands lower, along her taut body, her flat stomach and towards her lady parts. She was as smooth as a baby's bottom. She probably waxed. Something I would probably consider if I earned enough.

I wondered if this was why they weren't sexually compatible. Perhaps she was bisexual.

Bel: Well?

Me: I… errr…

She laughed.

Bel: Just kidding. I prefer sausages over clams. I'm sure you do too.

I heaved a sigh of relief.

Bel: So here's the nightgown, here's a towel. There's a guest bedroom on the second floor.

I grabbed the items, still reeling a little from my first same sex kiss.

Heading back to the living room, I realised that Ben had cleared the glasses and was at the back of the house smoking. I left the towel and nightgown on the sofa and headed out back to join him.

B: So I guess you're staying over?

I lit my stick.

Me: I guess so. It's a weekend tomorrow. You guys heading to the office?

B: I will be. Most likely. Bel usually sleeps in.

Me: I see.

We finished our sticks without much more small talk and Ben led me to the guest room.

B: There's an attached bathroom so I guess you'll be ok?

Me: Sure.

He left and shut the door behind him.

I peeled off my clothes and stepped gingerly into the shower stall. Turning on the water I let out a shriek.

Ben came running back in. I had absentmindedly, or perhaps, purposefully, forgotten to lock the door.

B: What's wrong?

I feebly attempted to protect my modesty with my arms. Strangely, Ben wasn't even eyeing my body. He seemed more concerned if I was ok.

Me: C-c-cold.. water.

He laughed and entered the shower stall, flipping a lever on one of the pipes.

B: There you go.

I turned on the water with him still in there, drenching him in the process.

Me: Oops.

He looked at me incredulously.

Me: Well I guess you have to get out of those wet clothes.

I grabbed his T-shirt and lifted it over his body. I marvelled at his physique. He wasn't as built as Adam, but nicely toned in the right areas. I could feel the saliva pooling in my mouth. Had it been that long since I was with a man?

Ben removed his jeans and briefs and stood there in his full naked glory, the stream of water from the shower head running off his body. I stared at him and he stared back, right into my eyes.

We stood there for what seemed to be the longest time not doing anything.

I wondered if my late teenaged body was good enough for him.

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I ran my hands down his sculpted pecs. He didn't seem to be the kind that worked out. He just stood there, staring intently into my eyes. I wondered why he was not touching me.

His abs were not very well defined. But one could tell they used to be there. Lower down I went, to his sides. He had those really nice obliques, even though his lack of defined abs kinda spoilt the picture a little bit. Adam's body had really screwed my perception of what a regular male body should be like.

I got down on my knees and was greeted by a hairy bush. Deep within the nest was the smallest bird I had ever seen. Not that I had seen much anyway. It was literally the size of my thumb. I stifled a giggle. Damn Adam. Ben was probably normal. Pulling back his foreskin, I gave it a tentative lick. He shuddered slightly as a engulfed the baby bird. It was so small that I could even tease the eggs with my tongue when he was in my mouth.

Was this why he said they weren't sexually compatible? Belinda was pretty hot. Ben wasn't bad looking or anything but I guess there were areas where he was definitely lacking.

I could feel his tool throbbing as the blood rushed in. I released it from its warm and wet prison.

I could now take a better look. It was probably around 4 inches long, but extremely veiny and defined. And thick. Like a midget Arnold Schwarzenegger. While Adam excelled in girth and length, Ben's could be considered a monster based on girth alone.

I stood up and kissed him. He reciprocated. He was a gentle kisser, taking the time to explore every area of my face, my mouth.

His hands wandered downwards, cupping my breasts with a gentle squeeze.

B: You're larger than Bel.

I had no response to that.

I grabbed his baby bird.

Me: Er… you're really thick?

He reached lower to my hairless lower region. I was kind of glad I continued to shave even after Adam. It always felt more sensual, and of course, messy periods were so much more manageable.

He parted my lips and brushed against the button, I shuddered. The way he did it was so different. And it sent shockwaves throughout my body. He slowly slid a finger in. I was already wet.

He spun me around and pressed me against the wall. He leaned towards me and whispered into my ear.

B: Are you ready?

I nodded.

He positioned himself at the entrance, his head rubbing against my button. I was getting close to delirious. He really knew how to tease me.

Then he pushed it in. Hard.

Oh my god.

The initial entry felt like I was being torn apart. Even as a virgin, Adam's penetration had been smooth and rather easy. Ben was stretching me to the point that I wondered if this was what it was like to give birth.

He adjusted the angle and rubbed against something inside me. I wondered what it was, but it was driving me crazy. Adam never managed to hit that spot. Ben did, and he knew exactly what he was doing. I wished I was not pressed against the wall, but lying on a nice soft bed as I felt my legs slowly losing strength.

I moaned loudly as he thrust into me.

Barely five minutes in, I was already having the best sex of my entire life thus far.

[mangoosteen]

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[lobangkingz]

really like this story, great write ts.

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