“Do you want to have sex?”

Those were the words that started my sexual relationship with Jill. We were in the middle of a chess match, both lamenting our uninspired love lives. Jill’s question shocked me, mostly because her tone was so casual.

Two months prior, I was at a house party in South Tampa. A mutual friend introduced Jill and I and we struck up a conversation. At twenty-four years old, Jill was exactly my age. She was of average height and build, with chestnut-colored shoulder-length hair and big brown eyes.

Jill and I talked for quite a while. We were both chess fanatics and enjoyed watching The X Files every Friday night.

Jill was charming and a great conversationalist but I didn’t find her particularly attractive. At the time, I wasn’t interested in anyone romantically, having just gone through a breakup with a longtime partner.

Still, the conversation was light and fun. Jill and I made plans to get together the following Friday night, watch the new episode of the X Files, and play some chess. The intent was strictly platonic. Jill made it very clear that she was also uninterested in romance.

Every Friday night for two months, Jill and I hung out at her apartment. We watched the X files, played chess, enjoyed a few laughs, and I went on my merry way.

Then, on a random Friday night, without any forewarning whatsoever, Jill blurted out, “Do you want to have sex?”

Jill’s question hung in the air. Her big brown eyes staring into mine as she patiently waited for an answer, as though she’d merely asked whether I wanted to order a pizza.

“I’m confused,” I finally answered. “Neither of us want a relationship, right?”

“I didn’t ask to be in a relationship. I asked if you wanted to have sex.” My face must have revealed a mix of skepticism and confusion. Jill continued, “Nick, I’m horny. I’m asking if you want to have sex because I trust you.”

The proposition was intriguing. The thought of entering into a purely sexual relationship had never occurred to me until that moment. A friends-with-benefits scenario seemed like the quest for the Holy Grail - good intentions doomed to fail. Yet, something about Jill made me believe it could work.

Jill and I spent the next hour in negotiations. After agreeing on the rules of engagement, we awkwardly shared our first kiss. Jill was an incredible kisser with full lips that immediately kindled my desire. Our awkwardness quickly transformed into unbridled lust.

As I sat on the sofa, Jill stood above me and seductively lifted her t-shirt until her perky, grapefruit-sized breasts spilled out, puffy nipples fully erect. Jill smirked as she slid her Levis off her curvy hips. She took a step forward and slid her nude body between my legs. Her skin was flawless from head to toe. Then Jill took me by the hand and said, “Let’s take a shower.”

Other than a little making out, the shower was all about getting clean. After drying off, we made our way to Jill’s bed and got down to business.

Jill guided me onto my back and got comfortable between my legs before firmly grabbing the base of my cock. She smiled and said, “You have a nice cock,” before licking it from bottom to top.

Jill stared into my eyes as she joyfully played with my cock, teasing the head with her tongue and lips. After a few minutes of oral attention, Jill said, “Now I want you to massage my body. I’ll tell you how I like it.”

Tell me, she did. Apparently, Jill once took a tantra massage class and was eager to impart her knowledge. Jill knew exactly what she liked and expressed her desire without limitation.

I was surprised to discover how much massaging her body turned me on. Jill was specific and clear as she directed my hands on a tour of her legs, feet, back, front, head, arms, fingers, toes, hips, breasts, and everything in between.

Eventually, the tour led to Jill’s pussy. Her vulva was plump, the delicate folds and creases of Jill’s thick labia protruding from her slit. Clean-shaven, except for a small tuft of hair an inch above her swollen clit.

Jill’s clit was unusual and something special. It was much larger than any clit I’ve ever seen. Jill taught me how to massage it. Delicately rubbing my fingertips around the perimeter before tapping it repeatedly. Her hips involuntarily began to gyrate as she growled with delight.

Jill demanded my mouth. Without hesitation I pulled her clit in between my lips and gently sucked. She propped her feet on my shoulders, her hands desperately clutching at handfuls of bed sheet. When I stuck my tongue inside of her, Jill giggled and offered words of encouragement.

My face soaked in Jill’s juices, she said, “Now rub your cock on my clit.”

After positioning myself in between Jill’s legs, I gripped my cock and teased her clit with the head. A thick bead of pre-cum oozed out. Jill scooped it up with her fingertip and brought it to her mouth for a taste.

Then I slipped inside of her. Slowly and deliberately filling Jill’s tight pussy with all seven inches of my hard cock, until the head was pressing against her cervix. She clenched her kegel muscles and laughed with joy as her neck and face flushed red.

The first wave of a massive orgasm began to crest in my abdomen and I realized that I had no chance of stopping it. Jill sensed it and said, “Cum all over my body.”

The first blast of cum flew above Jill’s head and slammed into her headboard. Her eyes widened and her face lit up with a smile just as the second blast fell on her cheek and neck. The rest covered her breasts and stomach. At the time, it was the best orgasm I’d ever had.

When the last wave crested, Jill said, “Put it back in my pussy and hold still.”

After sliding back inside of Jill’s body, I remained motionless. As my cock went into a semi-hard state, Jill rhythmically squeezed her kegel muscles. In less than a minute, my cock was fully hard again.

Jill flashed a devilish grin and said, “Fuck me.”

Astounded by my sudden stamina, I did exactly as commanded. Pinning Jill’s legs to the bed with my hands, I did my best to put on a show. Jill's eyes were fixated on my cock as it slowly emerged from her pussy only to disappear again. Taking my time, I increased my pace until my hips were pounding against hers.

Jill squeezed her own nipples as her body started to spasm. The look on her face was pure joy. As Jill reached the crescendo of her orgasm she begged for me to cum inside of her. It took no effort to oblige. Coming at the same time as Jill was especially erotic and sensual.

We collapsed in a heap but were far from done.

Over the next six months, our sex life only got better. There was something entirely liberating about our arrangement. Without the romantic entanglements, Jill and I were free to be entirely honest with each other about our turn-ons, turn-offs, and everything in between.

Sex with Jill was also fun. She smiled and giggled throughout our encounters and always let me know when I was making her feel good with purrs, moans, and praise.

The way we talked, laughed, and joked around was no different than if we were playing chess. If Jill wanted me to eat her pussy, she said, “I want you to eat my pussy.” If I wanted Jill to ride my cock until I came, I simply said, “Fuck me until I come.”

As a result of our lighthearted honesty, we experienced something very rare - an entirely fulfilling sexual relationship. We knew how to tease one another and how to get each other off. Our sex often lasted for hours. On my days off work, I would come over to Jill’s house early in the morning so that we could hang out, watch TV, and fuck well into the night. If I got horny at any time and she was home, Jill made time for me and I did the same for her.

Our number-one rule was that we remained monogamous, so that we could forego condoms (Jill was on the pill). If either of us had sex with another person, we were required to say so. Throughout our time together, I seldom felt any desire for another woman, so we seldom discussed the topic of other sexual partners.

With one exception.

Jill and I hung out with mutual friends on occasion, without letting on that we had anything other than a platonic friendship. Secrecy was another important part of our agreement. If either of us met someone we wanted to date, we didn’t want them to know we were already in a sexual relationship.

Around six months into our arrangement, Jill asked me to come over to her apartment for a dinner party with her friend Bonnie, and Bonnie’s boyfriend Pete.

“That sounds an awful lot like a double date,” I said, reminding Jill of our secrecy rule.

Jill assured me that Bonnie and Pete were well aware that we were only friends and that the dinner party was not a date. I confirmed I would attend and we both agreed to be on our best platonic behavior.

It was a Saturday night. When I arrived at Jill’s apartment, Bonnie and Pete were already there. Bonnie was a very cute and extremely petite brunette with a terrific smile. When I asked how she knew Jill, Bonnie explained that they shared an art class. Pete was the athletic type with a great build, blonde hair and blue eyes. I learned later that he was on the basketball team.

Bonnie and Pete were both well dressed. Bonnie wore a sexy, form fitting blue dress and high heels. Pete wore slacks and a designer dress shirt. They were a sexy young couple with charming personalities.

Jill insisted I dress up, so I also wore slacks and a nice shirt. Until that night, I had never seen Jill wear a formal dress but she looked incredible in a short black number with a low neckline that showed off her cleavage. She even wore black stockings and heels to match.

We sat informally in the living room while we ate dinner and shared a bottle of wine. At one point, Jill asked if everyone knew how to play spades. Bonnie and Pete said they did, so Jill asked me to help her grab a deck of cards out of her bedroom closet.

When I followed Jill into the bedroom, she quickly spun around and kissed me on the mouth, grabbing my hand and placing it between her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties.

After collecting the deck of cards from Jill’s closet, we went back to the living room. Everyone cut the deck for teams and I ended up with Bonnie as a partner. Even though we played well, Bonnie and I ended up losing the first round.

A few times during the match, I could swear that Jill was flirting with Pete. Neither of us were big drinkers, so I figured it had something to do with the wine. Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but notice that Bonnie was ridiculously sexy. She had a demure but naughty demeanor that made her very desirable.

Before starting a second match, Jill pointed out that we were out of wine. Everyone agreed that we should get more. Jill volunteered to go since she knew the whereabouts of the nearest liquor store and asked me to accompany her.

As we were backing out of Jill’s parking place, she said, “I’m really fucking horny.”

Teasing her, I said, “Pete is really turning you on, eh?”

Jill smiled. “Yes. He is. I would totally fool around with him.”

I said, “Bonnie isn’t so bad either.”

There was a pause in the conversation. Then a crazy idea suddenly flashed in my head.

“What if we seduced them?”

Jill looked over at me, obviously intrigued. “How?”

We formulated our seduction plot in the parking lot of XYZ Liquors & Spirits. As we drank another glass of wine, Jill and I would shift the conversation to sex. As the booze worked its magic, Jill would sit closer to Pete and I would sidle right up next to Bonnie. When the time was right we would start to flirt, and if they were receptive we would make our move simultaneously.

Jill’s face lit up with anticipation. Then she said, “Oral only. No penetration. Because when Bonnie and Pete leave, I want your cock inside of me until the sun comes up.”

We shook on the deal and then made out for 30 seconds before heading back to Jill’s apartment.

When we started the second spades’ match, Jill suggested we switch partners. It was a clever ruse because now we were sitting next to our respective targets rather than across from them. Jill and Pete sat on the sofa while Bonnie and I sat on the floor. As the game progressed, both of us shifted our bodies every now and then until we were physically touching our targets of seduction.

Bonnie was radiating heat and began playing with her hair. Her dress had bunched up around her waist and our legs were touching. Jill took off her heels and crossed her legs so that her toes were rubbing against Pete’s thigh. It was obvious that Pete was a bit flustered.

Halfway through the night’s third bottle of wine, the card game ended. Without missing a beat, Jill said, “Do you guys want to play a different game?”

“What do you have in mind?” I said innocently.

Jill slid off the sofa onto the floor, crawled over to me and kissed me full on the lips. Then she pulled away, turned to Pete and said, “Now you come down here and kiss Bonnie.”

Bonnie’s eyes were wide like saucers. Pete did as he was told like a good boy, got down on the floor and planted a sensual kiss on his girlfriend’s lips. I felt Jill’s hand squeeze my cock as we watched.

When Pete and Bonnie’s lip-lock ended, Jill said, “Now Bonnie, you kiss Nick and I’ll kiss Pete.”

It was the moment of truth.

Without hesitation, Pete accepted Jill's open mouth into his as Bonnie leaned her body into mine. I brought my hand to Bonnie’s cheek as our lips met. Bonnie tasted like wine. Then her tongue was in my mouth and she started to purr.

I glanced over at Jill and Pete. They were locked in a kiss while Jill stroked the visible bulge in his slacks.

My hand found the bare skin of Bonnie’s thigh. As we kissed, I dragged my palm forward until my fingertips were resting against the thin material of her panties, ever-so-slightly pressing against her clit. Bonnie shuddered.

Just then I heard Jill say, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Jill and I guided our prey to the bedroom. Bonnie and Pete looked mesmerized, as though Jill and I had cast a magic spell upon them. We sat them on the bed next to each other, removed their clothes and stripped nude while they watched.

Jill dove at Pete’s thick cock and swallowed it whole as Bonnie watched mere inches away. Then Bonnie’s eyes met mine as I pushed her legs apart and buried my face in her sweet little pussy. The first thing I noticed was how small her clit was compared to Jill’s.

Bonnie rested her head on the bed, closed her eyes, and began whispering dirty words to herself. Pete was moaning as Jill teased his cock with her tongue, licking the head like a lollipop. Our eyes met and Jill winked at me.

It took about fifteen minutes for Pete to reach orgasm. When he did, Jill firmly gripped the base of his cock, causing his cum to shoot straight up into the air and back down onto his stomach. Then Jill scooped Pete’s cum up with her fingers and rubbed it all over her breasts and nipples.

I kept teasing Bonnie’s pussy, taking my time to build her up toward a catastrophic orgasm.

Jill propped Pete against the headboard and sat down between his legs, her back against his chest. She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her pussy before using it like her own personal sex toy. Then Jill fixed her eyes on my mouth as my tongue played Bonnie’s tiny pussy like a musical instrument.

Bonnie’s back arched and her dirty talk became more audible. As the first wave of her orgasm crested, Bonnie grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pressed her entire pussy against my face, gyrating her hips until my face was slathered in her cum.

Looking up, I saw Jill biting her lower lip while Pete kissed her neck, his fingers teasing her swollen clit.

Bonnie growled, “More!”

It didn’t take long to bring her to another orgasm. Then another. Then another.

Apparently, Bonnie’s multi-orgasmic nature must have caught Pete by surprise because after her fourth orgasm, he suddenly blurted out, “Okay maybe that’s enough. We should probably go.”

Bonnie looked like one happy woman as I brought my mouth to hers. I gave her a long kiss, making sure to cover her face with her own cum.

The scene turned slightly awkward as Bonnie and Pete got dressed and left. As soon as they were gone, Jill threw me on the bed, climbed on my cock, and lost all control. We were still fucking when the sun came up.