"I was brought up to be a good girl," said Patty, thinking that Jim was done. "It started in high school when there were a few girls who were obviously more aware of their own sexuality than most. Some people called them boy-crazy, others called them sluts. They wore their skirts short and tight, their sweaters low-cut and tight. Blouses were fitted and opened enough to show off some tits. They wore high heels to school and earrings and plenty of makeup. The boys who were in our group of good girls made fun of those girls when they were with us, but whenever they thought we were not watching, they'd be looking at the boy-crazy girls and I was pretty convinced that when a boy jacked off at night or had a wet dream, it was not over me, but over one of them. I envied them and wished I was one of them, but I did not want to be called a slut and I knew my mother would not let me get away with it. In fact from the wrinkles around the waist of one of my skirts she figured out that I had been rolling up my skirt at the waist to make it a little bit shorter at school, and by the time my mother got done lecturing me she had me convinced that I was just one roll of the waistband away from getting pregnant and being an unwed mother whom my father would promptly kick out of the house never to darken the door again.
"But since the time I found that picture of the black bodybuilder in a tiny posing suit I have felt intense sexual urges and wanted to be a slut so bad. Only parental and social pressure kept me from it. And then I went to a conservative college where the pressure to be a good girl continued. So when we were courting and Jim told me he thought he was highly sexual and asked whether this was something I could be as well, I was almost relieved and was sure that I could. Then we got married and my mind got hung up on being a good girl again - except that this time it was a good wife and mother. I could not escape the image in my mind that a good wife and mother does not enjoy sex. The time with John on the way back to college was one last desperate effort to regain my sexuality. And it worked. I am a slut in the very best sense of the word. I am a very sexual woman. I love to dress slutty. I love to have men look at me and desire me. I like to tease and flirt. I love entering topless contests and amateur nights at strip clubs. I love going to a swing club and fucking in front of an audience. And I am multi orgasmic, so that once I start cumming, I can continue to do so, exhausting more than one man before I have become totally satisfied myself.
"I realize I have to be safe about this and limit myself to safe partners or I could become the victim of men who would abuse me, or come down with sexually transmitted diseases, or hook up with men who want to become the alpha male and would want to dominate both me and Jim, or hook up with a man who develops an emotional attachment to me. And while I don't want to do it, playing with a sexual relationship greatly increases the possibility that I might, at least for a while, become infatuated with my lover and put my relationship with Jim and our marriage at risk.
"But if this really was just a friends with benefits arrangement where my friend even happens to fit my childhood fantasy image of the ultimate in male sexuality - the black bodybuilder - I could safely be the slut I want to be, and satisfy myself, my husband and my friend. That's win-win-win."
"That makes it my turn," said Don. "I really am serious about the friends with benefits thing - so serious that while still in college and against medical advice, I got a vasectomy because I did not want to get a girl pregnant. I did not want to have to marry her. I did not want to be a father. I did not want to have children. I did not want to pay child support. I did not want to be tied down. But I still want to fuck. In college that worked. But ever since I've been out of college all the friends with benefits soon start hinting that one of the benefits they want is a ring on their finger. I don't want that. Maybe you're right and maybe having sex with a friend might lead to an emotional relationship, but I don't want that and while I've had quite a few friends with benefits and some of them have become seriously attached to me before I even realized it, I have not become emotionally attached to them. I don't want to have an emotional attachment to you. But you're a great fuck and I'd love to fuck you again."
"Then I'd like to make it clear that some of the things I said or will say in the throes of sexual excitement and ecstasy cannot be taken as actual desires," said Patty. "Like I think I asked whether you would want to see some of your friends fuck me. That's a sexy thought to me when we're fucking, but I do not want you to think that I really want you to give me away to your friends to be their slut. That's just hot talk."
"And especially at first," Jim chimed in, "I want to be there when you are fucking Patty. I'll keep myself inconspicuous, and it's not that I'm a perve, but I love to see her getting fucked. That is extremely hot to see her at the peak of sexual excitement. It's something one cannot see as well when fucking as you can when you're a few feet away and can take in the whole scene. And there is a little tinge of jealousy that drives me, anyway, to want to reclaim her after she has been fucked by her lover."
"I understand that," said Don. "I loved watching Patty with John and seeing her get so excited and seeing her whole body react to the fucking she was getting. And I felt a little of that jealousy, too, wishing I was John. I talked with John a little bit about it when I drove him to the motel and he had the same experience. We decided that if the two of you can keep your marriage together yet share one another the way you shared Patty with John and I, you will probably have one of the most exciting marriages on the planet."
"Getting together will be a little bit more of a problem than it was for you when you had friends with benefits in college. I won't just be able to appear at your door and you won't be able to just appear at our door. The kids are a big responsibility and demand a lot of time. So we'll probably have to arrange things ahead of time and do things in the late parts of the evenings. We don't have parents in the area, so we can't just drop the kids off at the parents. And having to drop off a babysitter after an evening out sort of interrupts the mood we've tried to set. You have our telephone number, but need to give us yours, and maybe the best time of day to call you," said Jim.
"And I heard you say that you've had a vasectomy, so if we can all be sure that we're disease free and that we're not having unprotected sex with any one else, we can have bareback sex unless we go anal," he continued.
"Is there more we need to talk about?" asked Jim. "I didn't take notes or have a list, but I can't think of anything else right now."
"Well, there was also the business proposition I wanted to make," said Don. "Your children will be entering school in the fall. Just guessing, but at this point, Patty may be thinking about going to work, at least part time. I run a gym for men who are serious about bodybuilding. One of the greatest motivators is a sexy woman. I hire attractive female high school seniors and college students to man the phones, do clerical stuff, be receptionists and walk around the gym helping to motivate guys to get in that one extra rep or what have you. The girls that I hire must be attractive and willing to show it off, and I give them a clothing allowance and suggest some stores where they can get some sexy clothing to wear at work. If they do not want to wear it from home, I have a small locker room for them to change in. I have no trouble filling in the afternoon and evening times with students. I'm losing the gal that did the morning and early afternoon shift. She's pregnant and will want to stay home to be a full time mom for a while. Her shift is the one that is most difficult to fill. On the other hand that might be an ideal time for Patty. She could come to work after she sends the children off to school, and be home for them when they get back."
"But what about school breaks and vacations when I need to be home with the kids?" asked Patty.
"I have no problem filling those times in with high school and college students," replied Don. "Look, here's the pay package and clothing allowance that I pay. I don't pay benefits, but my guess is that you are covered by your husband's employer just like the students that I hire are still covered by their parent's insurance. I don't have a pension plan, but if you discipline yourself to set something aside every paycheck in a good interest bearing account, it will be as good as a retirement plan. This is the same thing I offer to all of the girls. I do not have any hidden expectations of you. I just know you'd be great at this job, and yes, I'd love to have you around. But there would be no hanky panky - no special treatment from me, no special sexual favors from you. You do the job; I pay you the money. Think about it."
Patty acknowledged that she had put in her resume to the local school district and to a neighboring district, hoping to get a job. So this was an interesting alternative. She did like looking hot and having men admire her. She liked the idea of being around sexy men. Add to that that she would have a clothing allowance with which to buy new sexy clothes and the job looked even more attractive. This could be a good deal. "Could I come and visit the place, maybe talk to the person I would be replacing to get her perspective on what the job is like?" asked Patty.
