Friends with Benefits

Ok, so the separation is all over bar a few bits of admin. You go your way, I go mine...

Mine that week takes me to a corporate boondoggle at Ascot races. I'm not into horses in any sense, but getting away from the office for two days seems like a good idea. We're in a hotel a few miles from the track, about thirty of us. The average age, bar the big bosses, is well below my 37 and most of the women won't be seeing thirty for some years. That makes them out of my league, because I have neither a seat in the boardroom nor the sort of physical attributes that they seem to see as vital. I don't frighten the horses that shoot past on that first afternoon, but I'm not George Clooney. Six foot tall and well maintained, yes, but drop-dead gorgeous probably not.

So they stick me at dinner-time next to a pleasant lady who is probably the only female on my side of thirty. She's an accountant, but as we talk, she becomes a far more interesting person than I'd thought at first.

Her name is Aurore, which is a good starting point. An interesting name. She's from the Indian Ocean island of Réunion, and I can see traces of her various ancestral ethnicities in her face and skin colour. She's brown, with crinkly black hair and the vestiges of Chinese in the shape of her eyes. The dress she's wearing is loose and I'm guessing has been chosen to hide some extra kilos. She has a magnificent pair of breasts. I'm not an expert, but we're looking at 36 at least, with a C or D cup. I've never been to Réunion and she's never been to Ireland, so we exchange childhood stories and career experiences.

Gradually, I become aware that we're almost the only people still at the table, and that the staff are hovering, keen to get home. We stand up, and I realise that she's almost as tall as me. We wander off towards the foyer and the lifts. We're waiting for one to arrive when she says :

"I could really do with a no-strings fuck tonight. Can I tempt you?"

My mouth says yes before my brain kicks in and demands that I think this over first. The door of my room has barely shut behind us before she's on her knees, grappling with my fly. By the time she extricates my dick from my boxers, it's rock solid and ready for action.

The action starts with a very expert blowjob. Her lips are soft and she sucks like a vacuum cleaner. If I thought I was hard before, I was mistaken...

"I'm not going to let you finish, because I want that thing inside me," she says. She stands up and strips off. This is not an artistic minute or so, as she flings her dress, bra, knickers and hold-ups to the four corners of the room. The body that is revealed is plump, but firm and smooth. Her tits are quite as spectacular as I'd imagined and her long nipples are standing out like pencil erasers. She has coarse black pubic hair, but relatively little of it.

Meanwhile I'm down to my boxers, which don't survive long. She yanks them down and pulls me onto the bed.

"No kissing," she says. "Just fucking."

She's pulling hard on her nipples, making them even longer, so I wrap my lips round them and suck as hard as I can.

"That's good," she growls. "Harder!"

My room is a single, so the bed is inadequate as a battlefield. We fuck on the floor and it is as if two wild animals are coupling. I bite her, she bites me, my back is a mass of scratches the next morning and her buttocks are still red from the slapping she insists she wants. Because it's a single room, it's also miles away from everyone else from the organisation, for which I'm very grateful when she sneaks away to get ready for public consumption. Before she goes, though, I get the mother and father of all blowjobs from her. It feels as if I'm draining a bucketful into her mouth and she has to close her tips very firmly before swallowing my load.

"I'll tell you about that later," she says. Still no kissing, but a brief hug as she leaves.

We ignore each other through the racing the following day, but there's a tap on my door that night, at around one in the morning. I wake up, let her in and she slides into the bed with me.

"Let's talk," she says. "This bed isn't wide enough for anything else, and I'm raw from last night."

So we talk, and she tells me about the boyfriend from whom she has escaped. No physical violence but a constant erosion of her sense of self worth. He knows she loves to give blowjobs, so he rations her to only when he says so. He knows she loves to swallow, so he always pulls out and shoots in her face, especially up her nose. He calls her a fat slug. Aurore is no waif-like model, but she's two good handfuls of thirty-year-old woman, and right now that's perfect for me. I tell her about me and why my marriage has fallen apart. I try not to blame the property-developing bastard my soon-to-be-ex replaced me with. I suspect I'll be better off without having to ignore her sneaking out and coming back with her knickers in her bag. Eventually, despite the bed, we even sleep.

We wander down late to breakfast, to avoid our colleagues who have all rushed back to the City grind. We each get into our car and drive off.

Over the following few months, we both know that any time either of us wants a fuck, we have a willing partner. We never spend the night together and we both know that the other might be seeing someone... or not. No strings.

Being from Réunion, Aurore speaks good French, so she is a prime candidate when troubles need sorting in the Paris branch. I have some leave available, so when she asks if I'll go along I say yes.

She has a double room in a hotel in Pigalle, because that's where the offices are. We arrive late morning, check in, find a good restaurant for lunch, then it's back to the hotel. She has prep work to do for a serious bollocking to dish out the following day, so I go for a walk, and discover that this is the red light district of Paris. I get back around six, just in time for Aurore to drag me out again to a local street market, where she buys a loose linen dress, bright yellow. It's just above knee-length and hangs nicely from her tits. She asks me to take it back to the hotel while she does what she says is strictly girly shopping.

When she comes back, with a couple of expensive-looking carrier bags, she locks herself in the bathroom. When she comes out, she's wearing the dress, but something has happened to her tits. She laughs like a drain at my stunned expression and lifts the dress up to her chin. Ok. Yes, she is wearing a bra...but what a bra! It supports her tits, but without covering them at all. Her nipples are standing out and are very noticeable even when she drops the dress back down.

"You look as if you're anticipating an orgy tonight!"

"I am."

"That's very flattering."

"No, it isn't. Tonight you're taking me to a sex club."

"What?"

I've heard about the Paris swinger scene, but I never thought I'd be experiencing it at first hand. It's ridiculous, but my first thought is that my minimal French will be a problem.

She explains that she's been planning this for some time. She's decided that she wants to find out what happens in these clubs and whether she, a brown woman will be welcome and appreciated.

"Why would you not be appreciated?"

"Because I'm fat."

"You're not fat."

"And you're being kind."

This is a conversation we've already had, several times. Aurore is genetically programmed to be well-covered. She has a round, firm belly and upper arms that may look plump, but are in fact muscle. I've never met a woman yet who was happy with something about her body or her hair, and Aurore is no exception.

"No." I insist. "People have different tastes and I'm sure that you'll be a fantastic success. Not all men want stick-thin models with no boobs."

"I hope you're right, because I want to have a night to remember all my life."

Now I understand why she insisted I brought smart but casual clothes!

It's nine o'clock when we leave the hotel. She's wearing her new dress, her new bra....and nothing else! She checks an address and rings the bell on an anonymous door. The woman who opens it is wearing a see-through shift that makes Aurora's dress look decent enough for church.

Inside, there's a mix of well-dressed and under-dressed people. The greeter takes us on a little tour. Aurore is the only non-white woman I can see and already, interested heads are turning in her direction. There are rooms where couples and groups of assorted sexes are having fun. Aurore and I go to the bar, where there's a dance floor. I get us a glass of wine each and we sit on a sofa.

"Now I'm here, it's making me nervous," she says."Maybe people will just ignore me."

"Just relax and wait. Someone will come and talk to us, I'm sure."

It takes a few minutes, then a couple come across and ask if they can join us. They're mid-twenties at a guess, younger than us by several years. She's wearing a pair of skintight red shorts. That's it. Nothing between the shorts and her earrings. She has little tits. Her man looks like an athlete. There's an impressive bulge in his trousers.

"Your first visit?" he asks.

Aurore nods.

"What are you looking for?" the woman asks.

"As much sex as possible," Aurore responds.

"Would you like to show us what your dress is hiding? Just a quick flash?"

Aurore stands up, then hesitates and looks at me.

"Please? Can you do it for me?" Her voice is almost pleading.

I stand behind her and take hold of the hem.

"Oh!" the woman gasps. "Those are spectacular"

(Except she says spectaculairrrre, which makes it far sexier).

"Will you come with us to a room?" the man asks.

Aurore nods.

"You need to change. I'll show you where the lockers are," says the woman. She's Caro and he's Philippe, they tell us.

We follow Caro and pick up a big towel apiece. When Aurore has taken her dress off, she pauses for a moment. I can sense she's nervous, so I decide to encourage her.

"You have by far the best tits in this place, Aurore. Why not let everyone admire them in their natural state? In fact, why not keep your bra on, to show them to their best advantage?"

She takes a deep breath, nods, more to herself than to me, then simply wraps the towel round her waist. Her tits, supported and displayed by the shelf bra, are indeed mouth-wateringly beautiful, and the wide-eyed lip-licking look that Caro gives them confirms it. Aurore's nipples are quite big in their relaxed state, and right now, they're tight and hard and erect.

There are rooms with doors, rooms without, rooms with windows for those who just want to watch and rooms with a floor that is all mattress. It's into one of these that Caro leads us.

"Have you had sex with a woman before?" Philippe asks. "If not, you're in for a treat. Caro is an expert."

"And are you?" Aurore asks. "I'm looking for big dicks...plural!"

"Well, " says Caro, grabbing her husband's dick, "I haven't heard any complaints...not even from me".

It's clear that Aurore is the big attraction here, so I stand back as Caro and Philippe join her on the mattress. Caro has lost her shorts. With her little tits and hairless pussy, she looks too much like an adolescent for my taste, but when she hoists her ass in the air and wiggles it, my dick makes the decision for me. She's tight and wet and makes appreciative noises. I'm in no hurry, so I take her nice and slowly, savouring every inch of penetration. That physical pleasure is enhanced by being able to watch Philippe in action with Aurore. He's in full porno stud mode, pounding away and only pausing to change his angle of attack.

Caro has one of Aurore's nipples between her teeth and is worrying at it like a terrier. From experience, I know Aurore is loving that.

Philippe roars and comes. Aurore shakes off Caro, sits up and rips the condom off Philippe's erection. She wraps her lips round his sticky dick and sucks it clean. I know what he's feeling. When she does that for me, she can hold me on the edge between ecstasy and agony for ages, while I whimper. It's both pleasing and a relief that Philippe does just the same.

All this means that Caro is complaining that I've stopped giving her attention. She's tensing up her pelvic muscles to let me know, so I turn my attention to getting us both off. With her bum in the air, there's an obvious invitation to slip my hand under her and find her clitoris. When I do, she grabs my fingers and crushes them against the little nub. I can take a hint, and I squeeze and squash it until she collapses and comes, making my hard dick slip out of her. She recovers in no time at all, but now she's holding her buttocks apart, in an open suggestion that I fuck the pink ass hole that's winking at me. Who am I to refuse? She's even tighter there and it doesn't take long before I'm shooting my load. I'm getting my breath back from that, when I realise that Aurore hasn't been wasting time. I'd vaguely been aware earlier that we were being watched, but now audience participation is the order of the day. Suck one, get one free to fuck you is what I'm seeing. A colossus of a man is battering away at Aurore's pussy, while his twin has his dick throat-deep in her mouth. Her gurgles say that this all feels good. The two guys move to switch ends, which gives Aurore a moment in which to gasp to me.

"Yes! Yes! Fantastic! Fabulous! So good! And look behind you!"

There are two more guys who look like body-builders stroking impressive dicks and clearly waiting their turn with Aurore. She beckons them forward and gives me as big a smile as she can, given that she has a mouthful of dick, to go with the one in either hand and the one that is pummelling the nerve-endings inside her.

Under the circumstances, I'm not surprised when Caro pulls away from me. It can't be good for her morale to know that rather than concentrate on sodomising her, I'd rather watch Aurore in action.

Caro doesn't stay unoccupied for more than a few seconds.

"Thanks for opening her up," says another massive guy who I'm sure I've seen playing rugby for France. I'm well within the norms for dick dimensions, but the snake he's ramming into Caro's dark-pink rosebud is massive. She's squealing that it's too big, while at the same time pushing back hard against him to get it deeper into her.

I'd supposed that the four men rotating their rôles on Aurore would occupy all her awareness, but I could see she was also following what was happening to Aurore. My friends-with-benefits relationship with her hadn't progressed into anal play. One of us had an itch to scratch? We got together and scratched it, nothing more subtle than that. She didn't particularly look for extended kiss-and-cuddle sessions either. A good hard fuck, maybe followed by a blowjob and a shower, then maybe a discussion of a book one of us had just read, and off home until next time.

She's studying Caro's facial expressions, as eight or nine inches of rigid male flesh drives deep into the Frenchwoman's entrails. I can see Aurore is wondering, but not for long.

She extricates herself from her current team, swallows a mouthful of sperm, wanks off the one who was fucking her and gets to her feet.

"Going to the loo", she mouths to me.

At this point, I'm something of a spare part again, so I go for a wander round to see the sights. In one room there's a very striking redhead with no tits at all. She has to be taller than me, and from what I can see of her face, I know I've seen her in a tv cosmetics advert. She's buried under five men and from their movements, she's being filled from all directions while masturbating two more.

Only two men with Caro in the next room. She's on hands and knees, with one guy not so much being sucked as fucking her mouth with a dick that has to be going deep into her throat. From the noises she's making, Caro is not finding this easy. Meanwhile the other guy is driving into her from behind like a battering ram. Philippe is sitting in the corner, watching his wife being double filled, while a young blonde woman is giving him a blow job.

Outside one of the rooms with a window, two men are standing in silence. Intrigued, I go to stand beside them. One is very tall, very handsome and very black, the other is just as tall and obviously Indian. Handsome doesn't do him credit. He is quite beautiful.

On a bed inside the room a naked young woman is sitting, clearly also Indian and even more beautiful than the man. She has the face and body of a goddess, and I don't mean one with six arms... full breasts, a slim waist, long shapely legs, a flat belly with a full bush. Facially, most women would kill to have such a gorgeous bone structure. Her long, straight black hair has a slight reddish tinge and, unusually for an Indian, she has startling grey eyes, While we watch, the man hides those beautiful eyes with a blindfold.

What I've been seeing and doing so far is sucking and fucking, but the man with this young beauty is making love, and to every inch of her body. He's planting gentle kisses all over her, pausing between each one, so she can't tell where the next one will land. He's not only focussing on her sexually sensitive zones, either. Shoulders, palms of hands and feet all get the same care and attention as ears, neck and breasts. The kisses become pinches, first with his lips, then it's his teeth that are nipping her skin. I can see the goosebumps that this is causing. She's trembling now, and she lies back and draws him towards her. There's a collective sigh from the three of us watching, as he slowly and gently penetrates her. There's something almost mystical about what we're observing.

"It's almost enough to turn me straight, " the black guy says to the Indian. "I've never managed to persuade Jérôme to try out gay sex. Right now, I can understand why. They look wonderful together."

"Indeed they do. It's Kari's first time with a man, " the Indian replies. "I can appreciate my wife's beauty and sensuality, even if she doesn't turn me on. Now we're married, I hope she will feel free to have as many and as varied sexual experiences as she desires. She has a body made for sex."

"There will be no shortage of volunteers, male or female", says the black man, smiling.

I feel as if I'm intruding slightly, so I head back to see whether Aurore has returned from the loo. She has, and is now the focus of three men and two women. Caro and a small dark chunky woman who must be in her forties each have one of Aurore's nipples and are sucking hard. One of them is also playing with the balls of the man standing almost astride them, whom Aurore is sucking. Lying underneath her is a guy who has to be fucking her, while the one kneeling behind her is deep in her arse. The room smells of sweat and sex and things are building to a mighty climax.

It all happens at once. Suddenly, Aurore is shuddering in a massive orgasm, the guy has pulled out of her arse and is spraying jets of sperm up her back. The body of the guy in her pussy is convulsing as he comes and Aurore is struggling to keep her lips closed while she deals with the mouthful that man three has released. She rolls over and lies on her back, panting. She's fabulously sexy. Elegant she is not. There's a dribble of sperm that has escaped unswallowed, so she uses a finger to collect it. Caro grabs the finger and sucks it clean.

After a couple of minutes, it's just Aurore lying there and recovering. The others have moved on.

"What do you think of it so far?" I ask her.

"It's everything I hoped it would be. Can you help me up? I'm shattered."

I assist her to stand and wipe her down.

"A shower", she says. "I'm all gooey. Nobody will want me in this state."

"I wouldn't bet on that. But you'll feel more comfortable once you're clean."

Once she has showered, we go to the bar and have a beer each. Any inhibitions she may have had about her body seem to have vanished and she flirts quite happily with the barman and a couple who come to join us.