Friends with Benefits Ch. 02

It was John's last coherent thought, as Becca walked towards him slowly and held out her hand. John took it and she pulled him into their bedroom.

"I love you John." She whispered in between kisses. "I'm sorry about today. I really am."

John tried to reply, but Becca covered his mouth with hers and pushed her tongue between his lips. She pressed her body against his and pushed him back onto the bed.

"Stop!" John rolled off the bed and stood up. He was breathing heavy, but still in control. "Becca, I'm still angry. I'm not in the mood, and giving me a pity fuck, isn't going to change how I feel about DeShawn and Marcus."

"John-."

"Save it Becca." John said shortly. "I'm going to the balcony and have a beer....or six. You're welcome to join me. What I'm not going to do, is let you manipulate me with your body."

John stalked out to the balcony and tried to enjoy his beer and the Florida evening. He was only marginally successful. Becca didn't join him.

* * *

It was late and Becca couldn't sleep. John was sleeping soundly and Becca was wide awake staring at the ceiling. She looked over at John for a moment, before she slid out of bed. She dressed quietly and walked out of the bedroom. It was only a few steps to the patio door. She opened it silently and stepped outside, taking a seat on their little balcony.

Becca was wearing a tank top and thong panties, but at 1 a.m. in the morning, she didn't think anyone would see her. As she enjoyed the warm Florida night, her mind drifted back over the day, and seeing DeShawn again. A dreamy smile crossed her face, as she thought about her gorgeous boyfriend. Becca's mind drifted back to earlier in the day.

* * *

Becca recognized DeShawn's voice immediately, even without seeing him, and her heart leapt in her chest. She turned and saw her one-time lover walking towards her. Becca's mouth grew dry, but her pussy grew moist, very moist.

God, he's gorgeous, she thought. His eyes. His smile. His body. His um.....package.

Her boyfriend gave her a big smile and Becca almost melted. She smiled back and resisted the urge to jump into his arms. Finally, Becca tore her eyes away from DeShawn, because there was a man with him.

A gorgeous, tall, lean black man.

Becca didn't recognize him, but she sure hoped she'd get a chance to talk with him. He was taller than DeShawn, darker skinned and leaner, almost a basketball player's build. His face was serious and it gave him a dangerous, almost menacing appearance.

Oh my, Becca thought for second. He's a tall drink of water.

DeShawn made the introductions and moved over next to Becca. She saw the tension between Marcus and John, but chalked it up to a testosterone thing.

Men, she thought.

It was hard for her not to stare at DeShawn, and she focused on staying calm, and relaxed. When DeShawn and Marcus explained the driving, luggage situation; Becca desperately hoped John would go with Marcus. Becca was sure John was about to object, but fortunately, her baby girl stepped in and made the decision for everyone.

That's my girl, she thought happily.

Everyone parted. Becca and DeShawn walked to his car, a new Mercedes, and he held the door open for her. She gave him a warm smile and slid into the smooth, supple, leather seats. It was a nice car and it fit DeShawn well. It was also a convertible and he put the top down, as he backed out of the parking space. Becca smiled over at him. She was impressed and happy.

Once they were off the airport and onto the main road, Becca slipped off her seatbelt and leaned over. She ran her hands over Deshawn's body, enjoying the firm, hard muscles covering his body. Her lips found his cheek and neck and she kissed him repeatedly. Becca moved down and unbuttoned DeShawn's shorts, pulling his cock free and plunging it into her mouth.

I missed him, she thought hotly. I missed his cock. I missed his taste and feel of his skin.

DeShawn groaned and placed his hand on the back of Becca's head. Becca's pussy was on fire. She knew her pussy had gone from simply moist, to completely wet and drenched, as she sucked her man's cock. She loved the feel of DeShawn's hand on her head, pushing her onto his cock, forcing it down her throat.

Dominant. God, I love dominant black men.

DeShawn's cock slid deeper into her throat and she cupped his balls lightly. She worked harder, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. She clamped her lips tightly around his black, granite shaft. He tasted amazing and the salty flavor of pre-cum coated her mouth.

Cum for me baby, please.

DeShawn groaned again and Becca moved her head up and down rhythmically. DeShawn's cock was generously coated with her saliva and it slid in and out of her mouth easily.

"I'm cumming baby." Her beautiful black man breathed. His hand pressed hard on her head and his hips thrust upward gently.

Cum. Thick, salty, creamy and delicious cum filled her mouth and she swallowed quickly. She kept her lips around his cock, making sure none of his seed leaked. Her tongue circled the head of his amazing shaft and scraped the last bit of cum into her mouth. DeShawn's hand left her head and she felt him shudder as his cock became ultra-sensitive after his orgasm.

"Wow that was good." He breathed. "Fuck you can suck cock Becca."

Becca sat up and smiled at her lover. "I'm glad you liked it. I missed you DeShawn." Her voice was soft, serious and she stared at her lover, smiling happily. "I missed you a lot."

"I missed you too Becca, more than you know." He said and glanced over. "I'm glad you came."

"Me too." She replied and leaned over. She rested her head against his muscular shoulder.

They drove in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company and the Florida sun. It was nice, relaxing and she enjoyed the ride. When they arrived in the room, DeShawn suggested they get naked, but Becca knew John would be tired and want to come back and relax.

When John arrived at their room, the tension in the room was extremely uncomfortable. Becca sensed it immediately and so DeShawn. When John and DeShawn came back with the luggage, and John disappeared without saying goodbye, Becca knew he was upset.

"John's pissed." DeShawn whispered. "Why don't you stay with me tonight? Give him a chance to cool down."

"No. DeShawn, I can't honey." Becca said quietly. She glanced behind her and saw John was on the balcony. She turned back to her boyfriend and slid her hands over DeShawn's muscular chest. She loved his muscular body, his beautiful mocha skin, and amazing smile. "I'd really like to DeShawn. How about tomorrow?"

"I'll hold you to that Becca." DeShawn replied and pulled Becca into a kiss. She was breathless when the separated and DeShawn whispered intently. "I want you Becca. I want more than a visit once or twice a year. I want to wake up and know you're mine."

"DeShawn-."

Her boyfriend put his finger to her lips and stopped her from responding.

"Just think about it Becca. Please."

She nodded and watched him leave. When she had her breathing under control she rejoined John. Their conversations were brief, tense and to the point. Dinner was mediocre pizza and soda. Bethany loved it, but Becca had a hard time concentrating, all through dinner. DeShawn's parting words kept echoing through her mind.

Finally, John put Bethany to bed. Becca smiled at her beautiful daughter, as she slept in John's arms. When John put her to bed in the other room, Becca changed into lingerie.

I'll fuck John and everything will be fine. Hopefully, it'll be the last time I have to fuck him this week. I'll fuck him, but it will be DeShawn I'm thinking about, I can't get him out of my mind.

Becca tried to seduce her husband. She tried and failed spectacularly.

When John pushed her away and refused to have sex, Becca was shocked and hurt. It was the first time in their marriage, John had ever pushed her away. His words stung Becca badly. John's words stung, because they were true, and Becca shame flowed through Becca. She had never tried to use her body to manipulate John before, because she never had reason to before. Tonight was different. Becca wanted to get fucked tonight, but she wanted DeShawn. John was a pale substitute. Unfortunately, her husband saw right through her and he sensed how she felt. Now Becca felt even worse.

John disappeared out to the balcony with his beer and Becca changed into her normal sleepwear. Tears filled her eyes, as she lay down in bed, alone. Becca wanted her husband and she wanted DeShawn. She wanted them both and now they weren't getting along. Marcus was a new addition and John clearly disliked him, but he was DeShawn's best friend, and he was gorgeous. She did manage to fall asleep and she wasn't awake when John came to bed.

* * *

Unfortunately, she was wide awake a few hours later. Becca sat out on the patio and tried to make sense of her situation.

I want DeShawn so badly.

I need to feel him inside me. Feel him take me.

Surrender. I want to surrender to DeShawn.

DeShawn can make me dress slutty and show me off. He can share me. Pass me around to his friends.

I'll even stop fucking John, if he demands it.

My pussy will be reserved just for him or whoever he decides gets to have me.

I want DeShawn to give me another baby!

Becca lurched into the restroom, dropped her panties and rubbed her pussy frantically. She was wet, soaking wet and her fingers plunged easily inside her pussy. Becca's mouth opened in a silent, powerful moan, as her orgasm burst within her. She sat down on the toilet, almost passing out in the process, and recovered slowly. Her attraction to DeShawn was too powerful, it was dangerous, and it made her abandon good judgment.

Becca needed to be more careful with DeShawn.

Yea right. I'm seeing him all week.

He wants me, not just for sex, but as.....what?

* * *

Morning came early in Florida and Bethany was the first one up. She came into John and Becca's room and slid onto the bed. Becca had managed to get a few hours' sleep, after she came in from the balcony, and masturbated in the bathroom.

John planned out the day, while Becca called DeShawn, and let him know their plans. They went to breakfast and Bethany got Mickey Mouse pancakes. John and Becca took lots of pictures and enjoyed breakfast as a family. The tension between them hadn't gone away, but they both silently agree that Bethany was the priority.

DeShawn arrived just after breakfast. Alone. Becca hugged him warmly and John nodded at him. He managed to have is hands full, when DeShawn arrived, so he didn't have to shake hands. Becca didn't notice, but DeShawn sure as hell did. It was a guy thing. John decided to let situation with Marcus go, for the time being, but that didn't mean he'd forgotten about yesterday. Bethany was his priority and she was excited to visit the park.

The day flew by. John and Becca were surprised, because Disney World is absolutely huge. Magic Kingdom was first and they stayed there most of the day. Bethany loved the Cinderella Castle and she stared at it for almost a half an hour with a wide smile on her face. All of them munched on park food, went to shows, and enjoyed themselves.

John and Bethany held hands through the entire park. All day, Bethany walked with John, and pointed things out to him, laughing and giggling. It was an amazing experience for John, as her father. At one point however, he looked back and noticed that DeShawn and Becca were holding hands. Once he saw them the first time, he noticed it for the rest of the day. They were careful to walk behind John and Bethany throughout most of the day, but they always seemed to be holding hands.

It bothered John, but they were discreet, and Bethany didn't notice. It also excited John on and that bothered him more. It felt wrong now, dangerous somehow. It was like he was watching DeShawn slowly steal his wife. Despite his uneasy feeling though, he couldn't shake the fact that Becca being with DeShawn was an enormous turn-on for him. It was exciting, even if they were just walking together and holding hands. John couldn't explain it and he couldn't control it.

The entire group made it back to their suite, in late afternoon. They'd been out in the sun most of the day and it looked like everyone was a little tired. They ordered pizza (again) and ate in the room. Bethany had been going at full-speed since she woke up that morning, so it was no surprise that she was unconscious after the second slice of pizza. John put her to bed and came back out to the living room.

Becca was sitting astride Deshawn on the couch. Their lips were locked together and DeShawn was massaging her breasts. John became immediately erect. He walked quietly over to kitchen area, sat down and watched his wife get ready to fuck DeShawn. Watching his wife and DeShawn still felt wrong, but that feeling was overwhelmed by the tidal wave of lust that surged through him. John stroked his cock through his shorts, as he watched.

DeShawn wasted no time. He saw John enter the room out of the corner of his eye, but he paid him no attention. Sit there cuck. Watch me fuck your wife. I'm going to take your wife from you, and you're going jack off, while I do it.

DeShawn's hands found Becca's tank top and he slipped it over her head. She unclipped her bra and let it fall from her shoulders.

"Yea." DeShawn said slowly. "I missed these. God, you have nice tits Becca."

Becca smiled at her lover. She cupped one breast and pulled Deshawn's head forward, until he took her nipple in his mouth. She moaned loudly and let her head fall back, as pleasure rippled through her. DeShawn continued to suck on her tits for several minutes. Becca finally had enough. She stood up and hurriedly dropped her clothes. She moved forward and helped DeShawn get naked as well. Becca stared to take his cock into her mouth, but DeShawn stopped her.

"No. Not tonight. You've already sucked my cock." He said roughly. He pulled Becca to a standing position, then spun her around. He pushed her roughly and bent her over. "I'm giving you cock tonight.

DeShawn kicked her legs apart and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He moved the head of his cock up and down, Becca's pussy, getting the head of his cock nice and wet.

"You ready for some cock Becca?" He asked.

Becca murmured softly. DeShawn reached forward, gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head back. "What? Say it. Say it so your husband can hear you!"

"Yes. Please. I want your cock! DeShawn, please fuck me."

"That's a good girl."

DeShawn glanced back at John. As he smiled at John and made sure he was watching, DeShawn thrust hard into Becca. He wanted to see John's face as he slid his cock into his wife. John's expression was priceless and DeShawn grew harder as he saw the powerlessness wash over John's face. Of course, it was followed by raw lust and John continued to stroke his cock.

My fuckin' pussy now. Stroke your little thing and be quiet.

DeShawn turned back to his white conquest. He gripped her hips and thrust deep and slow into Becca. The moans the emanated from Becca were full of lust, desire and hunger. They were loud. John worried she would wake Bethany. DeShawn clearly thought the same thing, because he looked back at John.

"Get over here." He ordered.

John didn't like his tone or his behavior, but he didn't have a choice. Lust controlled him now and he walked over and stood next to Becca and DeShawn. John had an up-close and personal look at DeShawn's huge cock sliding in and out of his wife. It was shiny, black and coated with Becca' juices.

"Pick up Becca's panties."

John bent down and retrieved Becca's moist panties from the floor. He looked over at DeShawn and the athletic black man smiled at him.

"Stuff them in Becca's mouth. The bitch is too fuckin' loud! It's been too long since she had a real cock. Damn John, do you even fuck this pussy? Becca's pussy is really tight little man."

DeShawn gripped Becca's hair again and jerked her head up. "Go on. Stuff them in her mouth."

John looked at his wife and hesitated, he didn't want to hurt her or take advantage of the situation. Her eyes were unfocused, bursting with raw lust. DeShawn thrust hard into Becca, her eyes bulged and she opened her mouth as a loud moan started in her throat.

"Now!" DeShawn commanded.

John stuffed Becca's panties in her mouth, cutting off her moan. She closed her mouth around the panties and her moans quieted, muffled by the satin fabric. John looked again at Becca. It was obvious. Clearly written on her face.

Becca was loving this treatment from DeShawn.

An orgasm rippled through Becca a few seconds later. Despite the panties in her mouth, her moans were still loud. She grasped the couch to keep her balance, as waves of pleasure crashed within her body.

DeShawn increased the pace of his thrusts, pounding her, lifting her up on the balls of her feet with each thrust. His breathing became labored. A groan escaped him a few minutes later and he pushed hard inside Becca and held his cock inside her.

"Fuck yea. Take it bitch. All of it. Another baby, coming right the fuck up."

John watched as DeShawn's balls flexed and he knew DeShawn's cum was jetting inside John's wife. Becca pushed back against DeShawn. Finally, DeShawn pulled out and his cum leaked slowly from Becca' pussy. She pulled the panties out of her mouth and took a deep breath. Her eyes met DeShawn's and she smiled at him.

"God, I missed you baby." She said breathlessly. "You fuck me so good."

John's mouth dropped open. Becca's eyes left DeShawn and she saw her husband, standing in the kitchen watching her. She realized what she'd just said and her face blushed a deep crimson. DeShawn saw her expression and turned to John.

"Get us a towel." His voice was irritated and he motioned John to the bathroom.

John stepped into the bathroom for a towel. When he came out, he heard DeShawn's voice. "Get dressed. You're sleeping at my place tonight."

"What?" John said.

"It's ok John." Becca said quickly. She walked over and took the towel from him. Becca placed it between her legs. "I'm going to spend the night with DeShawn tonight, but I'll be back early tomorrow morning. Bethany won't even know I'm gone."

"How about me?" John asked. "I think I'll notice that you're gone."

"John." Becca said plaintively. "Please baby. We talked about this, before we left. I'm going to spend some time with DeShawn."

Disappointment flooded through John. "Fine. Go." He said shortly.

John walked into their bedroom and left DeShawn and Becca out in the living room. He heard them talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Several minutes later, Becca came into the bedroom. She changed into some new clothes.

"I'm just getting some toiletries." She said and quickly put a small, overnight bag together. John noticed Becca packed mostly lingerie and lacy panties. A tiny swimming suit, also made it into her overnight bag. "I'll be back tomorrow morning John. I promise."

John didn't respond. Becca looked at him for a moment, before leaving the room. The door to the suite closed a few seconds later and Becca was gone. John glanced at the clock. It was barely 7pm. He wouldn't see his wife for at least 12 hours.

John walked out to the empty living room. The towel Becca used to clean up, was still lying on the floor. Her clothes were strewn across the living room as well.

She doesn't care about anything other than DeShawn's cock.

John picked everything up and put it where it belonged. He'd been overwhelmed when DeShawn fucked Becca. He'd also been given instructions, so John hadn't been able to masturbate. He did now.