Friends with Benefits Ch. 02

The images of DeShawn and Becca fucking were hot, vivid and he replayed them in his mind. Becca's moans filled his head. DeShawn's huge cock plunged inside his wife, as the videos played furiously in his mind. John jerked his cock hard, fast and he was rewarded with the sweet pleasure of an orgasm. His cum spurted into the toilet, plopping into the water pathetically.

John cleaned up and tried to come to terms with his feelings. Watching Becca and DeShawn was an emotional high for him. His lust, his anticipation, and his desires all reached a fever pitch. The crest of the wave. Unfortunately, after he had his orgasm, everything crashed down. He experienced an emotional low that was hard to manage. Disgust, revulsion and embarrassment all fought within him.

I'm barely a man, he thought. I can't get my wife pregnant. I don't satisfy her like DeShawn. Why does she even stay with me? She probably won't, after a week of getting fucked by DeShawn.

The couch was comfortable. John had that much going for him. He slouched on the couch and tried to find HBO on the TV. Game of Thrones was on, so he had something to take his mind off his situation. HBO was showing several episodes, back to back, and after the first episode he went into check on Bethany.

John never tired of looking at his daughter. He may not have donated the sperm, but she was his daughter. He fed her, clothed her, played with her and enjoyed every free second he had with his daughter.

Becca had never gone back on the birth control pill. There was little chance John would get her pregnant, with his low sperm count. They'd discussed having more children and they both wanted them badly. It looked like DeShawn was going to provide the sperm for another child. John shook his head and focused on his daughter.

I'm man enough to be her father. John thought. That's enough.

His phone buzzed. John rushed into the next room and scooped it up. It was a text.

I'm at DeShawn's apartment. I'm fine. I love you.

John didn't respond to the text. He didn't know what to say. Besides, I'll see her in the morning.

His phone buzzed again. It was from DeShawn and it contained a picture.

My boys are coming over to watch the game tonight.

Becca's going to play hostess.

Here's what she's wearing for me and my boys.

The picture was of Becca. It was obviously just taken, because Becca was wearing her brand new thong bikini. Becca hadn't had a chance to wear it for John, but obviously, she didn't buy it for John. The top and bottoms were basically strings, with tiny triangles of material. Becca looked amazing, sexy and unbelievably desirable. She was going to spend the night in the company of lots of black men, wearing a floss bikini.

Sleep tight Johnny boy!

John threw his cell phone down. Fortunately it hit the couch first, so it didn't shatter into a million pieces. Anger rushed through him and raw lust followed it closely. John had been at his emotional low, after his orgasm, and Becca and DeShawn's texts drove him lower, but also added anger to the mix. Confusion, hurt, anger, all twisted together inside John. DeShawn's behavior was out of character for him. At least, it was out of character for the DeShawn, John used to know.

Becca? What the fuck was up with her? It's like she's submissive all of a sudden?

He walked out to their little balcony and tried to make sense of his feelings.

I'm angry at Becca.

I'm furious at DeShawn.

I'm hard as a rock and turned on beyond belief.

Fuck! This isn't good. There's nothing about this that's healthy.

Becca's going to leave me and I'm going to be rock hard when she does!!

What the fuck?