Wives with Benefits: Volume One by Max Sebastian Page A

so close they had to be able to feel each others’ breaths on their faces. Victoria briefly stroked his mouth with her fingers, and Michael’s hand went to her arm, her breasts now crushed against his bicep.
    God damn.
    And they closed their eyes, their heads tilting, lips parting, mouths coming together, hands slipping around each others’ necks. An ocean away, Victoria was sensually kissing another man.
    Briefly, her eyes flickered open and her lips stretched in a smile as though she was impressed at the man’s kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, and the way her hand glided around to caress his cheek seemed almost affectionate.
    Liam found himself wondering how long she’d known this guy, how close she’d gotten to him before discovering her husband’s little kink for wife-sharing. It was his jealousy driving that curiosity, but he found the  thought that Victoria might have been tempted into this kind of indiscretion, even without knowing of her husband’s fantasy, strangely alluring. 
    She was a goddess, an insatiable siren who could not be satisfied by one man.
    He watched them talk and sip wine and kiss, and they seemed in no particular hurry. It was comforting, somehow, to watch them take their time, and at the same time harrowing. It seemed clear enough they’d been hoping for this for a long while, but had never been able to go through with it.
    Victoria felt affection for this man, that was plain. More affection that Liam was entirely comfortable with, though it was beautiful to behold. She should be with someone special, he realized. Not just a stand-in for a sex toy.
    When Michael excused himself, no doubt for a bathroom break, Liam was surprised to find that a full hour or more had gone by. 
    Wasn’t that often the case with a new relationship? With the exploration of new lovers? It seemed as though you were in your own little time bubble, independent of the rest of the world. Everything outside that bubble simply flew on by, while you dwelled in the slow sensuality of this new delight.
    Strangely, though he wasn’t even in the same continent, Liam felt as though he was part of this particular time bubble. He was part of this experience. It was reassuring, somehow, and yet did not actually dispel his fear. It made him feel as though he was walking on a tightrope, making good progress and yet still only a whisper of breeze away from catastrophe. It almost felt as though he’d toppled from the rope when Victoria approached the smartphone, and it appeared for a moment or two that she’d switched it off, ending his observation of this incredible moment.
    A few painful heartbeats later, he saw the bouncy view of his wife transferring the phone to another location. Facing the bed. 
    Relief poured into his chest, that she would not shut him out — and yet still that cold hand of fear, in this case the confirmation that in mere minutes, Michael would return and take Victoria to bed.
    Liam watched his wife look into the camera and blow him a kiss. 
     
     
    *
     
     
    Their lips locked as soon as Michael returned, only this time he laid her down on the bed. So hungry for each other, sucking on lips, tongues penetrating, eyes closed, breathing heavy.
    Victoria began unfastening her new lover’s tie and his shirt.
    Michael knelt up over her, smiling at his successful seduction, his long drawn out victory. Removing his belt. Did he know about Liam’s role in this? He thought not. 
    She hopped back from him on the bed, and off came her top, revealing a pretty black and silver bra, that tiny skirt riding up to show him all of her long slender legs encased in her lace-top hold-ups. Matching black panties.
    Shirt gone, Michael held one of her feet, kissed the top of her shapely arch, and slowly up her leg, over one hip and up her stomach, circumventing the centre of her arousal for now.
    Victoria smiled, and Liam could see in her eyes she appreciated her new lover’s powerful frame. Michael was in good