Bon Voyeur
Bon Voyeur
A First Time Wife Sharing Fantasy
Take My Wife (Book 1)
by Delores Swallows
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2015 Delores Swallows
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Content Advisory: This book is intended for mature audiences and contains explicit sexual activity.
Bon Voyeur
Another man in their bed? Madness! Sophie and Jim had never done it before—heck, it was only supposed to be a fantasy to get them in the mood for each other. What if Sophie likes it too much? What if Jim has second thoughts when he sees his beautiful wife taken by another man? What if she enjoys the other man more because he has more to offer?
When the perfect opportunity presents, though, they both jump at the chance.
Joel is tall, handsome, and so much bigger than even Sophie expected! Best of all, he’s moving to the other side of the world, so they need never see him again. If Jim plays this right, Joel won’t even suspect the stranger they’re sharing is his loving wife.
Watching his beautiful Sophie—so vulnerable, so unprotected, so utterly owned—Jim experiences a powerful revelation. It’s sure been fun having a gorgeous wife all to himself, but it’s much more fun to share.
Contents
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BON VOYEUR
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ALSO BY DELORES SWALLOWS
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Chapter One
“I was just wondering,” teased Sophie, holding Jim’s dick in her hand and kissing the tip of it, “do you think I could get all of Patrick’s cock into my mouth?” Then she took Jim deep into her throat.
Jim tried to keep his breathing under control. “Funnily enough…I was just thinking about you doing that to my dick straight after I’d fucked Liz.”
Sophie kept him in her mouth, sucking slowly, then raised her head and looked at him. “You’d like to invite Liz to join us?”
Jim shrugged. “She’s the sexiest woman down this street.”
Sophie paused from running her tongue around his tip. “Oh, is she?”
“After you, of course.”
Sophie nodded, smiling. She moved up the bed, straddled him.
Jim watched her face as she held his cock at her entrance. Her eyes closed, and her mouth opened slightly as she lowered herself onto him, and Jim let out a long breath.
Leaning with her hands on his chest, Sophie started to slowly rock her hips.
He enjoyed the sensation for a few seconds before continuing with their conversation. “So, you were thinking it’d be better to have Patrick join us?”
Sophie opened her eyes and smiled. “Well, he’s the fittest guy in your office.” She increased the speed of her movements, then returned to the gentle rocking. “Oh, after you, obviously.”
Jim pushed her sideways and rolled on top of her. He raised his upper body up on straight arms and banged into her with force for a few seconds, making her cry out. Then he slowed his movements but still held himself up so he could see her face. “Do you think inviting Patrick would be more fun than inviting Liz?”
Sophie bit her lip and raised her eyes, giving the impression she was considering her answer. Then she looked back at Jim and smiled wickedly. “It’d be a lot more fun for me.”
Their conversation stopped while they concentrated on their love-making. Sophie reached her orgasm first, with Jim coming inside her just a few seconds later. Afterwards they lay side by side on the tangled sheet.
Sophie kissed his chest and laid her head on his shoulder. “Have you noticed how quickly we both come when we fantasise about a threesome?”
Jim thought about her observation and nodded. “So, when shall we ask Liz?”
Sophie laughed quietly, her breath puffing against his skin. “As soon as Patrick’s too tired to keep me satisfied, I suppose.”
He traced circles on her back with his fingertips. “I don’t think I’d like going to work every day and having to look at a guy who’d shared my bed, and my wife.”
“I know. I wouldn’t be too happy bumping into Liz at the wine bar for the same reason.”
After a short silence, Jim leaned over to turn off the bedside light. As they settled back onto their pillows in the dark, he kissed Sophie’s ear. “There’s no denying the effect the fantasy has on both of us, though.”
* * * *
Then Jim got a letter from an old university friend and their fantasy moved a step closer to reality.
Jim and Joel had been close friends and roommates at university, but got jobs at opposite ends of the country, and their contact reduced to just Christmas cards before stopping completely. It had been six years since they’d last met. From his note, Jim saw that Joel was currently living in Canterbury, apparently soon to move to New Zealand for a new start after recently separating from his long-term girlfriend.
Joel suggested they meet up for a drink to reminisce about the old days before he left the country. Jim told Sophie about his invitation; later that evening, Sophie asked Jim if he had any pictures of Joel.
It wasn’t until they were in bed that Sophie told Jim about her idea. While she gently stroked his naked body beneath the sheets, she outlined a plan she’d formulated. From Jim’s response, Sophie could tell the idea appealed to him, too. They made love passionately, and both reached orgasm much quicker than they usually did. Afterwards, lying in each other’s arms, they talked for almost an hour as they ran through the pros and cons. Each admitted that this was a unique opportunity.
The idea was simple: to solicit Joel into making up a threesome. This would get them past the stumbling blocks of not wanting to involve any of their friends, but not wanting to pick up a total stranger, either. With Joel, they could have someone familiar, and within a couple of weeks, the only person who knew it had happened would be living on the other side of the world. However, the part of Sophie’s plan that most appealed to Jim was the fact that Joel would never know who Sophie was. Not only had he never met Sophie, but he didn’t even know Jim was married. Jim was no longer in touch with any university friends who knew Joel, so there should be no problems on that score.
The following day, Jim punched Joel’s number into his phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi Joel, it’s Jim Hurst.”
“Jimbo! Good to hear from you. How’s it hanging?”
Jim smiled at his friend’s familiar greeting. “I’m good, mate. Long time, no see.”
Joel laughed. “Yeah, I know. Where’d the time go, eh? So I assume you got my letter?”
“Yeah, it came yesterday. Been a while since I got any snail-mail.”
“I didn’t have your e-mail, and I never signed up to ArseBook or Twatter or any of that social-media shite.”
Jim laughed. “Yeah, me neither. So, I’m all for meeting up for a goodbye beer.”
Joel whooped. “Good man! If you get your skinny arse down to Canterbury, we can go out for a farewell drink and you can wish
me a Bon Voyage.”
“Sounds good.”
“Excellent. How will you get here? It’s a long drive from Middlesbrough.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ll get a weekend return on the train.”
“That’s great, mate. Really appreciate it. Text me when you know what time you’ll be getting here and I’ll meet you at the station.”
“Isn’t that a song by the Monkees?”
“Fuck off. I was hoping your jokes would have improved with age.”
Jim smiled. “Never. Are you still pulling ugly girls because you’re too vain to wear your specs?”
“Better pulling ugly girls than your own dick, which is what you spent three years doing at uni. Besides, I’ve had laser treatment now, so I only pull birds that deserve me.”
A few more lines of banter, and Jim cut the call.
They arranged to meet the following Saturday. They’d have a pub lunch and stay there all afternoon watching sport, and then out on the town Saturday night. Jim could spend the night at Joel’s flat and return home Sunday.
That was the plan that Joel thought was to be followed.
What Jim actually did was to rent a caravan in a holiday park in nearby Herne Bay for a few days. He and Sophie drove down together on the Friday morning. They spent the afternoon walking along the coastal paths, and the evening drinking in a nice quiet pub.
Around eleven the next morning, Sophie took Jim to the local station where he caught the train to Canterbury. The guys spent the next few hours catching up on each other’s lives from the comfort of the pub’s lounge bar. Joel told Jim about the soul-destroying boredom as a Quality Control official, the night his ex-girlfriend threw a chopping board at his head, his epiphany moment about emigrating when watching the filming of The Lord of the Rings, and his better offer of a Project Management post out in Christchurch.
Jim then told Joel almost everything about his own life—except that he’d got married two years ago.
“So, what’s the plan for tonight, then?” Jim asked, as casually as he could.
Joel grinned mischievously. “There’s a nice bar that’s always heaving with crumpet on
Saturday nights. Fancy seeing if we can pull, like in the old days?”
Jim smiled to himself. “The way I remember it, I always pulled and you got yourself a kebab for your lonely walk home.”
“Bollocks. I pulled totty more often than you pulled your own dick, and that’s saying something. Anyway, the place is called ‘The Mucky Duck’. And even better, it’s only a ten-minute walk from my place.”
As Joel went to the bar to replenish their glasses, Jim went to the toilets and phoned Sophie, letting her know where they would be later. All she needed to do was to be in the bar. He would ‘get her talking’, and then the rest of the night depended on her. If she still liked the idea, she’d allow herself to be picked up by the two men. If she didn’t find Joel suitable (even though she liked the look of him in the photos), then she could just go back to the caravan, where Jim would join her next day.
“We should get there around nine,” he told her.
“Okay. I’ll try and get there just after that. How’s the day going so far?”
“Good. I’ll have to try and slow down with the drinking. The rate we’re going, neither of us will be of any use to you tonight.”
Sophie was silent at the other end, and Jim realised he’d been insensitive.
“Sorry. Are you OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“How do you feel?”
“A bit nervous. What about you?”
“The same,” he admitted.
When someone else came into the toilets Jim ended his call and went back into the bar. They left the pub just after five, calling for a takeaway pizza on their way to Joel’s flat.
While Joel was in the shower, Jim sent Sophie a quick text to say they’d started to get ready for their night. Then Jim showered and dressed in pale blue collarless shirt and black jeans. When he came out of the spare bedroom Joel was standing at the archway to the kitchen with a bottle of beer.
Looking at Jim’s shirt, he started to laugh. “What the fuck have you got on?”
Jim looked down at himself, then back at Joel, who was wearing a checked shirt and Chinos. “What’s up with my shirt?”
“Nothing, if you’re Steptoe.”
Jim was just about to defend his clothing choice when Joel turned into the kitchen and spoke. “Come and see what I’ve got to drag round with me tonight.”
To Jim’s horror, there was somebody else in the flat. A guy with a beard and glasses stepped from the kitchen holding a couple of bottles of beer and held one out towards Jim, who was momentarily dumbstruck. After an awkward pause Jim took the beer, his mind racing.
Joel rocked his bottle between the two men, pointing at each in turn. “Jim, Roger. Me and Jim were at uni together,” then turning to Jim he explained that Roger was his soon-to-be ex-colleague.
Roger smiled. “Can’t believe I only have to correct his reports for another three weeks.”
Joel scoffed. “Roger’s just returning some books he’s borrowed. I’ve been trying to expand his mind, but I think it’s a lost cause.”
Jim nodded, but his mind was still reeling.
“We’re off to The Mucky Duck for a few beers, Rog. Fancy joining us?”
Jim nearly groaned out loud. This could ruin the entire plan. He doubted Sophie would be up for taking three men.
Thankfully, Roger was shaking his head. “Sorry, but I’m meeting Anna in The Ship.”
Jim tried to exhale quietly, but then Joel had another stupid idea.
“No problem, we’ll come there for a quick one first, give me the chance to say goodbye to your other half,”
“What? But what about the bar you were telling me about?” Jim realised he sounded desperate, and probably more than a little ignorant as far as Roger and Anna were concerned.
Joel dismissed him. “Don’t worry, we’ll just have a swift one.” Then he turned to Roger and whispered, “Jim’s from up north. They don’t get out much, so he’s eager to get amongst the crumpet in The Mucky Duck.” As Roger smiled, Joel added, “not that he’ll have any chance of pulling in that fucking shirt.”
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Chapter Two
It was almost ten o’clock by the time Jim and Joel arrived at The Mucky Duck. The place was crowded. Loud music – Razorlight’s Stumble and Fall – blasted from the speakers. As Joel fought his way to the bar, Jim looked around for Sophie. He knew she was in the bar somewhere because he’d seen their car parked outside. It wasn’t until Joel got back with their drinks and they’d moved to the other side of the bar area that Jim finally saw her, sitting alone at a table. At an adjacent table was a group of men, and two or three of them were talking to her. Jim could see from her expression that she was happy about the attention she was getting. She was leaning forward, gesticulating more than usual. Flirting.
He was a little surprised at the way she was dressed. She wore a pink vest-top, short black skirt and black shoes with stiletto heel and ankle strap. He knew that Sophie owned short skirts, but she never usually wore them with high heels. And she certainly never wore them together without tights on. She was also wearing more make-up than usual, and her long straight black hair shone as it cascaded over her shoulders.
For the next thirty minutes while Jim and Joel talked, Jim watched the other men chatting up Sophie and realised he was getting turned on. He didn’t know why this should be the case. He’d seen other men trying to chat her up in the past, and never had it aroused him. It was usually either funny or annoying. He wondered if it was different tonight because of what they’d got planned for later.
Finally, Sophie walked passed them on her way to the toilets. Jim made a point of watching her legs as walked away, and Joel agreed that she was ‘tidy.’ When Sophie came back their way, Jim smiled at her. T
hen he leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“Pretend I’ve just said something funny, but make it obvious that I’m the better looking of the two of us.”
Sophie burst out laughing, looked at Joel and then at Jim. “That was funny.”
Jim faked a hurt look. He knew Joel was handsome. Enough of the women they’d known at university had said so. Joel had big brown eyes and a nice smile, and had been known to tell women he was George Clooney’s cousin. Although it was a total lie, Jim couldn’t deny the slight resemblance.
Jim offered to buy Sophie a drink, meaning he had to leave the two of them together while he went to the bar. He hoped Joel wouldn’t say anything to make Sophie want to abort the plan. When he returned with their drinks, the two of them were laughing and having a great time. As they all talked, the conversation got more and more flirtatious, with Sophie smiling suggestively at all the innuendo.
Joel was in his element. “Have you got a friend with you, Sophie? I’d feel so guilty for leaving Jim on his own while we share the night of your life.”
Sophie laughed again, and put her arm around Jim as if to console him. “Ah, don’t say that. I think he’s very cute. But no, I’m afraid I’m all alone.” She lowered her face a little, and looked up at them with big, sexy eyes. “But even as a little girl, I never liked sharing my toys with my friends.”
Joel gave Jim a knowing look, and then went to the bar to get more drinks. While Joel was at the bar, Jim explained about Roger’s visit.
“Nearly shoved a spanner right in the works, that did. Sorry we were so late. So, how do you feel it’s all going?”
“Good. Very good.” She smiled. “Joel’s charming and much better looking than in those old pictures.”
Jim felt a little pang of jealousy, but knew he was being childish.
Sophie squeezed his arm gently. “If you want to call it off, that’s fine with me,” she said gently.