Becky: What Comes Next Ch. 02

Slightly more under control, she looked around and saw that the busboys had left but Peter was waiting for her. He was grinning like the cat who ate the canary. He walked over to her as she pulled her shirt on.

"Good, huh? I thought you'd like that!" Becky looked up at him sharply. With one quick motion, she hauled back and slapped his face as hard as she could.

"Bastard!" She spat. "None of that was for me and you know it!" Then, without another word or look back she stalked out of the bathroom and headed back to the table. Peter just stood there, rubbing his cheek and staring after her.

"That ungrateful bitch!" he thought to himself. With everything that his mom did to her she was mad about a little fuck and suck? He stood there in the bathroom for a full minute, getting his emotions under control. Then, he began to slowly make his way back to the table. "I'll show her exactly what kind of a bastard I can be!" he thought as he rejoined his mom and Becky.

Charlotte saw Becky coming back to the table. She seemed to be wobbling just a bit but she sat back down. Her water glass had been refilled while she was gone and she picked it up and drained it. Then she sat back and closed her eyes. Charlotte looked closely at her. She could see one of Becky's cheeks was bright red and that she was trembling ever so slightly. She wondered if she had a problem with Peter but Becky didn't say anything. A minute or two later Peter returned. He was smiling and seemed in good spirits, though Charlotte did notice a quickly paling red mark on his face as well. She smiled inwardly. Must have been an interesting trip to the bathroom.

Their food arrived shortly and Becky tucked in, eating her food with the gusto of a woman who hadn't eaten in days. Peter devoured his food as well. There wasn't much conversation, just the sounds of eating and drinking until their plates were all empty. Peter asked if they could have desert. Charlotte chuckled and not for the first time thought that her son must have a hollow leg, but now that she had eaten, Becky was anxious to get going and Charlotte decided not to push it too much. They paid the bill and headed out.

On the rest of the ride home, Becky had her head laid back and her eyes closed, looking to all intents and purposes as if she had drifted off, but in fact she was very awake and rehearsing in her mind how to tell her husband Bill about the tattoo. She thought she had an idea, though she wanted to make certain it sounded convincing, so she kept going over it again and again until she had is set in her mind and could present it to Bill in such a way he wouldn't be suspicious. Once they reached her house, Becky hopped out of the car with barely a word and headed inside.

Fortunately, Bill's day out with the guys seemed to be flowing into the evening as well. He hadn't arrived home yet and for that, Becky was grateful. It gave her time to calm herself down a little and get things ready for him. She went into the bathroom off of their bedroom and turned on the shower, making the water as hot as she could stand it. Then she stripped off her clothes and threw them in the dirty clothes hamper. Now naked, she got into the shower and stood under the hot water letting it wash everything about today off of her. The hot water stung her new tattoo but it wasn't anything compared to the ass fuckings she had received or getting the tattoo itself so she ignored it and just let the subtle pain become part of her, making it a part of her whole. Her asshole still throbbed slightly but she breathed deep and tried to lose herself in the stinging spray of the shower.

Finally, the water started to cool and she turned it off and got out. She took her towel and roughly scrubbed herself dry. Her skin was glowing pink from all the heat and rough drying. She tingled all over. She went into the bedroom and went through her drawers till she found the most delicate pair of panties she owned. She pulled them on, making sure to keep the waistband just below the tattoo. Then she found a silk bathrobe that she didn't often wear but that she knew Bill liked and put that on, tying it about her waist.

As she looped it and knotted the tie, her mind flipped back for a moment to Peter binding her hands to the bathroom stall and her just standing there, naked, letting him. She shuddered, remembering the strangers he had brought in and what they had made her do. It surprised her that even as she recalled their use of her and how she struggled against them, her pussy began to quiver and moisten with that familiar feeling. Was she really that much of a slut that she could get excited by being tied and fucked by strangers? Maybe she really had changed into someone she couldn't recognize anymore.

She shook her head to clear it and came back to the present. She wanted to get things ready for Bill when he returned. She went to their closet and dug around in the back of it till she found what she was looking for. Candles. They had them just in case of a power outage but tonight, she wanted to use them to set the mood. She set several of them up around the room, on the dresser, one on each side table. A few on the small shelf of books they had in their room. Then she moved into the hall and the living room and set the last several candles there, lighting the way to their bedroom. Then she turned off all the lights and went back to the bedroom to wait.

It was only about 10 minutes later when she heard the front door. She smiled nervously to herself but kept quiet, waiting to see, and hear, how Bill would react. There was silence for about thirty seconds or so as she heard him moving around. Then, in a questioning voice, he called out.

"Becky? What's going on? Did we lose power?" Becky smiled at this. She took a deep, steadying breath and then called to her husband.

"Nothing like that! Just come into the bedroom...I have a surprise for you!"

"Really?" She heard him start to come towards their room, down the hall. She slid her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, waiting for him. As he came to the door, he stopped, looking into the candle lit room and at Becky standing next to the bed in her robe.

"I missed you today." She whispered to him and slowly, began to tug at the tie holding her robe closed. Bill's eyes widened but he began to smile as well.

"You did, huh?" He took a few steps into the room. "That's nice to hear!" Becky stopped pulling at her robe's tie for just a moment and held out a hand towards him.

Yes, but, stay there...just for a moment. I want to show you my surprise." She smiled at him and did her level best to try and look sexy. It seemed to have at least some effect because he stopped and raised his eyebrows looking at her. Becky went back to untying her robe. Then, she dropped the ends and slowly opened it, allowing the silk garment to slide off her shoulders and drop to the floor. She heard a sharp intake of breath from Bill as he gazed upon her mostly naked body. He nodded in appreciation and started to take another step forward but was halted once more by Becky raising her hand.

"I uh, like the surprise," he said, a bit confused that she was still keeping him from coming forward. Becky smiled and nodded softly.

"Just wait...there's one more thing!" Now came the moment of truth. How would Bill react to her new 'decoration'? Her heart sped up and her mouth suddenly felt dry. Her stomach was turning in knots as she began to turn around. Would he hate it? Be angry at her? Would he be suspicious at why she was suddenly acting this way? Maybe all of this was a huge mistake and she should just break down and admit to everything. Then she was turned, her back to him. She took hold of her panties and slowly pulled them down, bending over as she did and giving him a full view of not only her ass but of the tattoo as well.

As her panties hit the floor, all she hear was silence from behind her. Her heart was beating even harder now. She straightened up and without turning her body, looked back over her shoulder to her husband. His eyes were wide and fixed on her. His jaw twitched slightly and his mouth made small movements as if he were trying to say something. She looked at him, not daring to speak, waiting for some sort of a reaction. The silence stretched out till finally Becky felt as if she had to say something or burst.

"Well...do you like it? She asked hesitantly, still frightened as to what the answer would be. Her voice seemed to break the spell that was holding Bill in rictus. He blinked and a big, honest smile began to spread across his face. He took several steps towards her. But not quite far enough to reach her side.

"It's...it's beautiful," he finally managed to stammer. "I'm just...blown away. I never thought you would do anything like this!"

"So...you like it? Really?" Becky turned to Bill and stared into his eyes, her own eyes tearing up as she looked into his beaming face. Bill took the last two steps quickly and wrapped his arms around Becky, pulling her close and leaning in to kiss her mouth deeply. They held the kiss for several moments and then he pulled away long enough to meet her gaze.

"Does that answer your question?" he asked, softly laughing. Then he resumed the kiss and for a while, Becky forgot everything else.

Bill pushed Becky gently back till her legs came up against the bed. He continued the kiss but pressed her back, holding her tight as he laid her down upon the rumpled sheets. He climbed onto the bed next to her, his hands roaming over her body. He stroked her arm, slid his hand over her breast and squeezed, delighting in the feel of her nipple stiffening under his touch. He moved his kiss away from her mouth and softly began to kiss her cheek and on down to her neck. His hand slid further down her body till it reached between her legs. Then his fingers slid along her slit, feeling her lips flutter and part as she spread her legs. He felt her dampness and his fingers found her clit. He toyed gently with it, stroking across it, and slipping two fingers into her wet and waiting cunt.

Becky moaned softly under her breath as she felt Bill touching and kissing her. She raised her hips upward to push against his fingers. She loved this man and desired him but a part of her wanted him to be rougher with her. She tried to focus on his lips and his touch but her mind kept reaching back to having her arms cuffed to her side, a strangers cock deep in her mouth while fingers pinched and twisted her clit. Rough fingers thrusting hard and deep in between her legs and the feel of something thick and wide pressing against her ass. She moaned and began to writhe under Bill. Unaware that his wife was remembering being taken by force, he smiled at how he was pleasing her and allowed his kisses to slide down her neck to her breasts where he began to lick and suck on them, alternating from one side to the other.

Now Becky was groaning, her body starting to tremble. But it wasn't all from Bill's touch. She was remembering being strapped to that old box spring and those homeless men fucking her in every hole while she struggled to get free. They kept climbing on her, filling all her holes, face fucking her and filling her throat with cum. They wouldn't stop and they brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Now here in bed with her husband, her body was reliving those awful, wonderful moments. Heat was rising between her legs. She needed cock in her pussy. She pushed against Bill and rolled him onto his back. Then she moved to straddle him, aligning her dripping pussy with his hard cock, sliding onto him, and bearing down.

Before her escapades with Charlotte had started, Bill had always been enough for her. She loved feeling him deep inside her. She had never been what you might call a size queen-Bill was plenty for her. But after the last few weeks when men with huge cocks had filled her again and again, she couldn't help but feel a little let down by Bill.

It wasn't his fault. In fact, she blamed herself and that made her feel guilty and that made her angry so she redoubled her efforts and began to pump up and down faster on Bill, urging him to really fuck her. She grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts but she didn't let go, she squeezed his hands crushing her own breasts and pushed against him.

Bill was enjoying the exuberance of his wife. He had rarely if ever seen her like this and it was exciting. But, truth be told he was beginning to have trouble keeping up with her. She was riding him hard, sliding up and down on his cock, almost pounding herself against him. And was it his imagination or was she feeling much looser than the last time they had made love. He was sliding in and out, her juices running down over him and onto his legs. It made him almost feel like he was swimming in her excretions. It was hot and good though and Bill was starting to breathe hard himself, his own orgasm rising fast. He wanted to slow down, just a bit, make it last but Becky seemed insatiable.

She was rising and falling faster with each thrust, moaning and writhing against him. She held his hands tightly squeezing them on her breasts and he worried he might hurt her. But there was no slowing her down and Bill realized it was too late for him as well. He gave in to her reckless energy and began thrusting up to meet her as she slammed down on him. He began to squeeze and twist her breasts with her. Sweat poured off of him, his breath raspy in his chest. Her could feel the old ache in his back from a work injury long ago but at this point it didn't matter. He held onto Becky and surged towards their mutual climax.

Becky began to growl and moan, her body seizing up for just a moment as the apex of her orgasm struck. She shuddered and cried out and slammed down hard onto Bill. For his part, Bill felt his balls tighten and power and cum surge up through them. The head of his cock felt as if it was overheating and expanding and then he was shooting his load deep into Becky. It felt like gallons of spunk being shot into her and Becky responded by shaking and throwing herself down onto Bill, covering his body with hers and wrapping her arms tight around him. Together they groaned and shook in their passion, their respective orgasms taking them to shared heights. They held each other like that for several minutes, kissing and just reveling in one another's presence.

Finally, Bill groaned and let his arms slide down Becky's body as she gave one last shudder and rolled off to the side. They lay there, panting and looking over at one another. Bill saw Becky through a haze of passion filled eyes, his heart overflowing with love for this woman he had married.

But even as they reached out to snuggle close in one another's arms, Bill couldn't help but think that this was a very different side of his wife and he wondered where exactly it had come from. And, she had seemed looser to him, hadn't she? His mind didn't have an answer and he let it go, burying his face against Becky's neck and hair. Together, they held one another and drifted off to sleep.

* * *

The next few days went by in fairly normal fashion. Bill went to work at the office for the construction company he worked for, Becky took care of the house and did the grocery shopping, the laundry, paid bills and generally kept herself busy. In the evening, when Bill would come home, she had a nice dinner waiting for him, or they would go out to eat at a favorite restaurant of theirs. At night, Becky tried to get him to make love to her again, with some success. He felt too tired and a bit sore the very next night but Becky was able to convince him to let her give him a blowjob. He seemed to enjoy that. After she had finished him off, he fell quickly asleep and Becky went into the shower and under the warm spray of water, played with herself till she reached a somewhat satisfying orgasm. Then she dried off and crawled into bed with Bill.

Other nights were better, Bill was more interested and Becky tried her best to please him with her body. It seemed to work, at least for Bill, but again, Becky couldn't help but remember being backed up against the wall at the glory hole Charlotte had forced her to go to, a cock coming through the wall and filling her ass while another man came into her booth and filled her mouth with his cock. Her own orgasms were good but lacked the intensity she had felt when her neighbors had bound and used her at the poker party. Even Peter and Davids youthful exuberance of forcing her to her knees and double teaming her felt like something special that she couldn't get with just her husband.

There was one more thing as well. Bill had actually commented to her that she was feeling and looking a bit more 'open' in her holes. He didn't accuse her or seem angry but the way he commented made Becky nervous, realizing that maybe he was growing suspicious. She even went so far as to go out to an adult store and buy a large vibrator which she showed to Bill and explained that lately she had been feeling horny when he wasn't around and thought she would try the new toy. She hoped that would suffice for an explanation as to why she might feel looser to him.

Meanwhile, next door, Peter had not forgotten about the slap that Becky had given him after the incident in the bathroom at the restaurant. He was determined to pay her back for that slight. He couldn't conceive how she almost laid down to do whatever his mom demanded but when he had a little fun of his own with her, she got mad and hauled off and slapped him. He put a lot of thought into this over the next few days and a plan began to form in his mind. First step was to call Brian, their neighbor. He had been a part of using Becky since the start of this and Peter thought he'd be up to help him with his plan.

The next morning, Peter was up bright and early and out the door before his mom had even gotten up. He spent a few hours running over to David's house and talking to him about the plan. David was, of course, up for anything and he eagerly agreed to help. After the two had the basics ironed out, they headed out and stopped at a local taco truck for a couple of late morning breakfast burritos. Then, they headed over to Brians place.

When they got there, Brian was surprised to see them but invited them in, interested to see what brought the two of them over mid-week. Brian was retired with a decent pension from the machinists union. His house wasn't the largest or fanciest on the block but it was all paid for and suited Brian well. The boys sat down with him and outlined their plan. Brian listened becoming more excited by the minute. He had thoroughly enjoyed his two times being a part of Becky's use and degradation and he had secretly been hoping for even more opportunities with the sexy MiLF. After going through the plans they had come up with so far, Brian had an idea.

"There's a dinner party on Friday night. It's being hosted by the Newell's." Peter and David's eyes opened at the mention of the Newell's. They were the wealthiest family in the neighborhood and over the years had garnered quite a reputation. They lived at the far end of the block on a big parcel of land that actually amounted to two lots. They had a large house and several full time servants who helped keep the place up. About twice a year they held a big party and invited everyone on the block to attend. There were stories that Peter and David had both heard about those parties. It wasn't that they were anything horrible, but let's just say that booze, drugs, and sex were liberally available. Of course not everyone on the block cared for those sorts of entertainments but there was always a big crowd attending.

"You think we could get an invite?" Peter asked. "I mean, we haven't got one yet and I'm sure they are well into organizing it if it's Friday."