Coupling... with Ben and Kayla - Sex Stories

Coupling... with Ben and Kayla

MF, swinging, F-bi, slight M-bi

Dear Reader,

If you believe sex should be strictly monogamous and heterosexual, then my stories are not for you. Please do not read further, or prepare to clutch your pearls. Consider this your trigger warning.

In real life, this story happened early in our marriage, just before our first child. We were together long enough to be secure in our relationship, but young enough to be horny ALL of the time.

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I.

Good steak, and good friends. That's exactly what I needed that rainy friday night in March. After more than a year, the four of us guys finally got together again. We used to be bandmates back in high school, but you know how life happens while you're busy making plans.

Andrew the guitarist showed us photos of his baby boy. Awws were duly exchanged.

James, who hadn't met my wife, asked if I had pictures of her. I fumbled with my phone, keeping it close to my chest, scrolling through a myriad of photos, trying to find a presentable picture of Marie. Nope, not that one. Nuh-uh, too slutty.

Ben came to the rescue, holding up his phone with pictures of Marie.

"Dude, what the hell? Explain yourself," I asked, pretending to be jealous.

"Bro, it's facebook," Ben answered, handing the phone to James, who commented favourably on her appearance.

"Looks like you ...

... got yourself a goody-goody girl after all," he added.

I smiled and nodded. As if, I thought, remembering how wild she got during our honeymoon.

"And guys, this is Kayla, my fiancee," said Ben, showing another photo on his phone.

It was the two of them on vacation. He definitely chose that photo on purpose. Kayla looked every bit a knockout in her white bikini, her boobs threatening to spill out, long black hair that flow from under her straw hat. I heard a low whistle from one of the guys.

"Good man," said Andrew, patting Ben in the back.

I thought about it a bit. When was the last time I saw Ben? Barely three months before? Yeah, he mentioned about this girl he was 'seeing' but there was no indication that they were getting serious. And now they were already engaged.

Occasionally, Ben and I would meet for lunch or dinner. Usually with my wife, too. He would always comment on how lucky I was, and how beautiful Marie was. He was quite a charmer with the ladies, and knew just the buttons to push to flatter. Sometimes his words strayed slightly into flirting, but Marie always knew to push him back.

"...this August, alright? You're all invited," said Ben, announcing his wedding plan. I wasn't too interested. When, no, IF the time comes, I'm sure he'll formally invite us. I could recall at least 3 women that he declared to be "THE one", only to be omitted from later conversation, as if they never existed.

II.

After dinner, Ben asked if we would all head ...