Husband's Best Friend - Pt. 03

The following few days were relatively uneventful.  Becca tried to keep her distance from Rob as best as she could.  She was polite and friendly to the point she needed to be to avoid Tim suspecting anything was wrong, but she had decided she wasn't going to let this go any further.  What she had with Tim was important to her, too important to risk just for some amazing sex.

As the week went on, things began to feel somewhat normal again.  She thought she noticed Rob stealing glances at her now and then and though it sent a shiver of excitement running down her spine, she steadfastly avoided any alone time with him.

She had asked Tim in private how long he thought Rob would be staying with them. The sooner she could get him out of their house the easier it would be to begin to put it all behind her. But Tim didn't seem quite as eager for him to leave.

"Geez, it's only been a short while, Becca," he had said. "Let's give him some more time to figure things out."

And so Becca had tried her best to put on a smile and be supportive of her husband's wishes. 

In the meantime, one positive change was her's and Tim's sex life.  Since that night when she'd blown Rob in the kitchen while her husband sat on the other side of the counter, completlely unaware, their love making had been more frequent and more intense than it had been in years.

There were some days when she and Tim would find themselves alone in the house before Rob got home from work or even in the morning after he'd left for work, and ended up fucking like bunnies on any surface they could find.

On those days, Becca couldn't get enough of Tim. She would ride him hard on the living room couch, hold onto the kitchen island while he fucked her from behind, or simply race to their bedroom for a quickie when the mood struck them. 

More often than not, it was she who initiated those encounters.  It was like she had found a new level of sexual energy and passion that had been lying dormant inside her for years. 

She tried not to let thoughts of Rob infiltrate her thoughts each time but found it increasingly difficult.  Becca often found that as she was trying to orgasm, she would sometimes let herself imagine it was Rob's cock filling her up.   She would imagine his deep voice whispering filthy things into her ear - things like he had said to her that night in the kitchen. She would fantasize about how he would grab her hips and dominate her, fucking her with wild abandon as she called out his name in pleasure.

And sometimes, during these fantasies, she would think about how much it would hurt Tim if he knew what she was thinking - if he knew how much more turned on she became by imagining his best friend when they had sex.  What would happen if she were to call out Rob's name as she was climaxing? Or as Tim was orgasming? And although she felt deeply ashamed of these twisted thoughts, about being aroused in some weird way about her loving husband's humiliation, she couldn't deny that it only added fuel to the fire burning inside her.

By the time Saturday evening rolled around, Becca was excited to be getting out of the house.  She and a couple of her friends had made plans to attend a bacholerette party, and although she didn't know the bride-to-be very well, she was looking forward to a few drinks and forgetting about the awkward situation at home.

As it turned out, Tim and Rob also had plans that night.  One of Rob's friends from work was having a group of guys over to his place to watch a UFC fight and Rob asked Tim to come along.

When Becca came down the hallway from their bedroom at 7:15 pm, she looked incredible.  She wore a dark blue sleeveless summer dress that stopped a few inches above her knees.  The neckline was rounded and low enough to show off a healthy amount of cleavage. It hugged her curves perfectly and both Tim and Rob couldn't help but stare as she entered the room.

She had paired the dress with a pair of strappy heels and had styled her blonde hair in loose waves that cascaded down her back. She looked like a goddess.

As she entered the living room, Tim's eyes trailed up her body, taking in every inch of her. 

"Wow, Becca, you look amazing," he said, his gaze lingering on her cleavage.

Becca blushed at the compliment, feeling a flutter of excitement in her stomach.

"Thanks, hun," she said, giving a dramatic spin.

Rob couldn't take his eyes off of her either. He stood up from the couch, his eyes looking her up and down.

"Yea, you look... really great," he said, glancing at Tim to ensure he hadn't overstepped.

Tim nodded absentmindedly, still mesmerized by the sight of his wife. Becca took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and confidence.

She walked over to where Tim and Rob were standing, feeling the weight of their gaze on her. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at the attention she was getting. She reached up and adjusted the straps of her dress, drawing both men's attention to her cleavage.

"Well, I'd better get going," she said. "The girls are waiting for me."

Tim nodded, still staring at his wife. He reached out, grabbing her by the waist, and pulled her close. He kissed her gently on the lips before leaning back and smiling at her.

"Can't wait to unwrap you when you get home later," he said with a wink.

Becca blushed again, feeling a heat spread through her body.

"Mmmm, I'm looking forward to it," she said seductively. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'm feeling really naughty. Hope you're going to bring me your A game later."

Tim's heart skipped a beat as he felt her hot breath on his ear. He looked at her, his eyes filled with desire.

Becca gave him another quick peck on the lips before turning and walking to the door. She could feel their eyes watching her as she moved, and she relished the feeling.  It wasn't often she got dressed up and went out and having both Tim and Rob drooling over her made her feel incredibly sexy.

As she pulled open the door, she glanced back over her shoulder.

"You boys have fun tonight," she said, before stepping out into the cool evening air. 

Becca's evening out with her friends was exactly what she needed. She drank and danced and laughed, feeling lighter and freer than she had in weeks. She even flirted shamelessly with a couple of the guys at the party, all the while getting herself more worked thinking about what she would do with Tim when she got home.

Just before 11 pm, she stepped away to send him a text.

"Hey, hun," she wrote. "Hope you're having fun. So many boys flirting with me. Must be the dress. I'm getting really horny," she teased, hoping to get her husband worked up.

She slipped her phone into her handbag and headed to the bathroom.  Just as she finished drying her hands, her phone chimed, alerting her to a new message.

She pulled it out and opened the message from Tim.

"Bad bad grl," he wrote. "I can wait to fyck u later. On yur tits."

Becca stared at her phone for several seconds before finally responding. It was obvious Tim was drunk from the crude and confusing message. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.  She was glad he seemed to be having a good night but to be so intoxicated at just 11 o'clock wasn't a great sign of things to come.

She sighed, put her phone away, and looked in the mirror to re-apply her soft shade of lipstick. Becca looked herself over and smiled, proud of how sexy she looked. Ah well, she could at least continue to enjoy some harmless flirting. She made her way back to the party, determined to enjoy the rest of her evening.

As she danced with her friends, she felt her phone buzz again. She pulled it from her pocket and read Tim's text.

"Oops m sorry bb. Hvng fuun. I won so money. Wat r u wore?"

Becca cringed and rolled her eyes.

"Better ease off on the beer, hun. Remember we were going to have some fun later." she typed, adding a couple of suggestive emojis at the end.

She slipped her phone back in her bag and turned her attention back to her friends. But she couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment. She really was horny and had been looking forward to a hot and heavy night with Tim, but now it seemed that was unlikely.

She pushed the negative thoughts from her head. She was here to have a good time with her friends, and that's exactly what she was going to do.

She drank and danced and laughed, and found herself enjoying the attention of some of the guys at the bar. She knew she was being a bit of a flirt, but she found it exhilarating. The more she flirted the more worked up she got. She could feel herself getting wet from all of the attention and by the time she and her friends finally piled into the Uber car she could feel her panties were soaked. 

The entire way home they laughed and bantered loudly, recalling parts of their night and who flirted with who.  But sharing stories of their evening and the guys at the bar only remindered her of how horny she had become.  She didn't dare text Tim again, for fear of being more disappointed by his state, but she hoped he had slowed things down and would be able to perform tonight. At least maybe go down on her. She didn't expect it to be amazing but at this point she just needed relief.

She clumsily slid the key in the front door, trying not to make too much noise, but realizing she was pretty intoxicated herself. She assumed Tim and Rob were still out and by this point she had decided she would just make her way to the bedroom and get herself off.  The chances of Tim being in any shape to satisfy her when he finally stumbled home seemed very low considering his earlier messages and Becca was desperate to get off. 

As she moved through the living room towards the bedroom she noticed that the light was on in the guest room where Rob was staying. She hadn't expected them to be home yet and she opened her own bedroom door to see if Tim was here as well.

The room was dark but there was no mistaking the loud snoring coming from the bed.

Tim was passed out cold, his clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor and a half full beer bottle on the nightstand. Becca sighed and closed her bedroom door quietly behind her.

So much for getting any action tonight, she thought. She made her way to the bathroom,turned on the light and looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was a bit smeared and her hair was tousled messily, but she liked how sexy it made her look. She was still incredibly horny and the thought of going to bed without any release made her even more frustrated. She frowned at her reflection.

She decided she would get a glass of water to help stave off tomorrow's impending hangover and then return to her bed to quietly take matters into her own hands, so to speak.

As she opened her bedroom door, she noticed the guest room door was slightly ajar, a soft light spilling into the hallway.  Her breath hitched in her throat. 

She hesitated for a few moments before making her way to the kitchen.  She poured herself a glass of water and leaned against the counter, sipping it slowly. Her mind wandered back to the party and the delicious tension that had built between her and some of the guys at the bar. She could feel her arousal growing once again as she thought about their teasing and flirting.

She heard a noise from down the hallway and she froze, her heart racing in her chest.  She picked up her glass and slowly tip toed toward her bedroom.

She paused just as she reached her door. She listened carefully and could hear Tim's loud snores coming from her bedroom. She glanced at the guest room door, still slightly ajar. She thought she could hear movement coming from inside. Becca felt her heart rate quicken as she watched for any sign of motion from the crack in the guest room door.

Her brain screamed for her to just go to bed. She could use her vibrator to get off and then she would be thinking more clearly. But every cell in her body was aching to feel a warm, hard body against hers.  She crossed the hallway and carefully pressed the guest room door open.

The dim light was from the moon shining through the window, but she could make out Rob's muscular form lying on the bed, facing away from her.  Becca's heart thundered in her chest and she suddenly found it hard to breathe. She had told herself she wouldn't let this happen again, but her body betrayed her, demanding attention. She placed her water glass on the dresser and walked quietly towards the bed.

Her heart raced as she approached, her excitement overshadowing her guilt at this point. It wasn't too late to turn back, she thought. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't help herself. 

Rob didn't move as she approached, his breathing slow and steady. She stood there for a moment, just taking him in. His broad shoulders, his toned arms and how firm his ass looked. She took a deep breath and carefully climbed into the bed, curling up next to him.

Rob stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he felt her presence behind him. He turned to her, a lazy smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, you," he murmured.

Becca's stomach did a somersault. "Hi," she whispered.

Rob reached out and traced a finger the length of her arm, sending a shiver down her spine.

"What are you doing in here?" he asked, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

He knew full well what she was doing there. But it only made her want him more.

Becca hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I don't know," she said, her eyes locked on his.

Without another word, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Rob responded instantly, turning to face her and pulled her closer. His other hand found its way to her hair, tangling his fingers in the long locks and tugging gently.

Becca moaned against his lips, feeling a rush of heat flood her body.  Rob's kiss grew more aggressive, his tongue probing her mouth as his hand roamed down her body, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her dress.

Becca arched into his touch, her nipples tightening into hard peaks.

She reached down, running her hand over the bulge in his underwear, feeling his hard length straining against the material.

"You want that don't you, Becca,"

She didn't respond. Instead, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, freeing his growing erection. Rob moaned as she wrapped her hand around him, her fingers barely able to encircle his girth. He reached down, yanking her dress up to her hips and exposing her soaking wet panties.

"You're so fucking wet," he said, kissing her neck.

She could feel herself coating his fingers as he slid them under her panties, parting her lips and rubbing circles around her clit.

"Oh god, that feels good," she said, her hips grinding against his hand.

He continued to rub her clit as he used his thumb to stroke her entrance.

Becca was panting now, her entire body trembling with pleasure.

"Fuck, Rob, I need you inside me," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't need any more encouragement. He removed his hand from her panties and reached into the nightstand next to the bed. He tore open the packaging and expertly rolled a condom over the length of his shaft. He positioned himself between her legs, and yanked her underwear down, tossing them aside. 

Becca reached down, eagerly guiding him to her tingling pussy. He entered her slowly, inch by inch, until he was completely buried inside her.

"Oh, oh, oh, ooohhhh!" She whimpered as he filled her up, her walls stretching to accommodate him.

Rob began to move, his hips steadily thrusting forward and back, building up a gradual rhythm. With each stroke, he hit her most sensitive spot deep inside her, and Becca couldn't contain her moans of pleasure.

"Fuck, that feels good," she breathed, her nails digging into his back.

Rob grunted in response, his thrusts growing faster and harder. He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth through the fabric of her dress. He sucked it hard, rolling his tongue around the peak before biting down gently. Becca cried out, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Rob continued to suck and bite at her nipples, switching back and forth between them as he fucked her. His hand was back between her legs now, rubbing careful circles around her clit. Becca was close, so close to the edge. She could feel the tension building in her belly and she knew he was going to make her cum. 

She thought of how Tim had never once been able to make her cum without some help from her trusty vibrator and here was Rob with his hard cock and talented fingers driving her right to the edge of oblivion.

"Oh shit, Rob," she breathed heavily. "I'm gonna cum. You're going to make -- make me cum!" she stammered.

Rob didn't say a word, just grunted in response as he continued to thrust into her, his thumb working its magic on her clit. With a few final thrusts and flick of his thumb, she came hard, her entire body trembling and shaking in ecstasy.

She cried out his name, her nails digging deeper into his back as her pussy clenched around his cock. He continued to ram into her, prolonging her orgasm until her body finally went slack beneath him.

Becca opened her eyes and looked up at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with pleasure. She reached up and pushed him off of her and onto his back before climbing on top of him, straddling his hips.

"Your turn," she said, her voice low and sultry. She reached down and grabbed his cock, positioning it at her entrance. 

She watched him closely as she rubbed his sheathed cock up and down her slit. Rob groaned and tried to thrust his hips upward, eager to be back inside of her. Suddenly without warning Becca reached down to the base of his shaft and began to roll the condom off of him.

Rob looked at her with surprise but Becca stared back at him, her eyes unwavering.  She felt in control, like she would be the one to decide the terms of their fuck. That she would allow him the privilege off fucking her bare back.  Not because he wanted it but because she wanted it.

It finally broke free and she discarded the condom to the side without taking her eyes off of Rob.  Her hand reached back down, gripping his cock, and positioned it back at her entrance.

"You want that back inside of me, Rob?" she asked assuredly.

"Fuck yes," he said, his tone pleading.

With a wicked grin, Becca sunk down onto his cock, once again surprised by how much he filled her. Rob's hands reached up, grabbing her hips roughly as she began to ride him, grinding her pelvis against his and taking him deep inside of her.

She grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, throwing it to the side, before reaching back to unclasp her bra.  She let it fall from her shoulders and down her arms, releasing her full, heavy breasts. Rob's eyes were glued to her body, taking in every inch of her supple skin.

Becca increased her pace, gliding her hips back and forth over his shaft. She reached up, cupping her breasts in her hands and squeezing her nipples between her fingers. She could feel Rob's cock twitching inside of her, growing harder and thicker with every passing moment.

"Fuck, Becca," he panted.

Becca looked down on him.  For the first time in all of their encounters she finally felt like she was in control, that it was she who was calling the shots. She reached between her legs and began to rub her clit as she rode him faster, her hips moving frantically.

Rob's eyes were heavy-lidded and he was grunting, his hips meeting hers with every thrust. Becca rocked back and forth on him, feeling his cock hit her g-spot. She gasped as a wave of pleasure washed over her and she didn't slow down. She ground her clit against him, the pleasure building inside her, the wave of her first orgasm receding and leaving her hungry for more.