Coupling... with Ben and Kayla - Sex Stories

Coupling... with Ben and Kayla

... Ben.

Lubricated by wine, our conversation turned towards relationships, marriage, until Ben dropped a bomb.

V.

"These two," Ben said, pointing at us, "did something naughty on their honeymoon."

I looked down, avoiding Kayla's stare. While this was something we had told Ben back then, I'm not sure how Marie would feel about sharing it with someone she just met. I looked to my right and saw my wife holding the glass on her lips. No idea whether her cheeks were red from embarrassment or wine.

"Come on you guys, tell my fiancee just what you were up to back there!"

Kayla looked at me quizzically.

"What, did you guys, like... fuck in public?"

"Umm, yes..." I said tentatively, surprised at her daring guess.

"Nah naaahh, that's a cop out," Ben interjected, his finger pointing accusingly.

"Tell Kayla what you REALLY did."

"We had a threesome," Marie said matter-of-factly.

"Wow really?" Kayla asked, "Was she... someone you just met on vacation?"

"HE was a local guy," Ben said, "and these two, they lured the innocent bugger back to their room, and took advantage of the poor guy!"

"Dude, that's not how it happened," I protested.

With Marvin Gaye in the background, I started telling my side of the story. How I contacted the masseur, how I allowed my wife some time alone with him, the butterflies in my stomach, the general outline of what happened that night, and how I felt afterwards.

"Interesting..." said Kayla, her head now on Ben's ...

... lap, her hand quietly stroking his crotch, out of sight.

"No, booooring. Give us the details, man. Come on, what positions, who did what, to whom, details." Ben interjected.

To his delight, my wife then started recounting her version of the story. About how Jack the masseur started out with a proper massage, and how she had to raise her ass in the air, asking him to take her thong off, to kick things off properly.

"You did not," I said, although I had long guessed what had happened.

"Did too," Marie shot back, "He took a GOOD time staring at my butt crack before finally sliding the thong off," she laughed, before taking another sip.

I looked at her chest, and could see the clear outline of my wife's nipples against the soft fabric. The wine, and telling our story, was turning her on.

"Go on," said Kayla, undoing Ben's zipper next to her face. Ben had fallen silent for some time, all the blood in his body pooled in the one organ in Kayla's hand. Again, I was surprised by her boldness.

Meanwhile the lazy saxophone solo rose to a crescendo, highlighting the sexual tension in the room.

Marie continued her recollection, and spared no detail. Being spitroasted, getting passed back and forth...

Kayla turned her head to face Ben's open zipper, and soon her head rose and fell slowly with the music.

"Do you know what happened," Marie said, turning to me, "after you fell asleep?"

"I think, You went to shower with Jack."

Marie unlocked her iPhone and ...