Husband's Best Friend - Pt. 02

The next morning, Becca woke up with a painful headache and profound feelings of guilt. She turned and looked at her husband, who was sleeping peacefully next to her.  He must have stumbled to bed at some point through the night, though she couldn't remember it. She felt ashamed for what she had done the previous night, and she silently promised herself that it would never happen again.

But despite her guilt, she couldn't shake the memories of Rob. She thought about his hands on her body, his tongue on her nipples, and his fingers inside of her expertly driving her to climax.

She couldn't believe what she had allowed to happen. She could still feel the tingling between her legs and the dampness in her panties. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh.

Just then, she heard a noise coming from the hallway. Rob must be awake, she thought.  She looked at Tim again and tried to decide whether to wake him.  She felt awkward about facing Rob on her own after what they'd done last night.

The clock on the nightstand read 8:14am so she decided she should let Tim sleep. As nervous as she was to face Rob alone, she refused to feel like a hostage in her own home, so she got up and pulled on a white bathrobe.  She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and hair before taking a deep breath and heading down the hallway.

She could smell coffee coming from the kitchen and found Rob sitting at the table looking at his phone and sipping his drink.  He had on jeans and a tshirt and Becca felt a tingle between her legs at how good he looked even this early in the morning.

He looked up and smiled.

"Morning, Becca. Sleep well?"

Becca tried to keep her voice light. "Like a baby. You?"

He shrugged. "A little unfullfilled, but nothing I couldn't manage." He gave her a wink and returned his attention to his phone.

She nodded, feeling nervous and on edge.

"That's good. Anyhow, you and Tim will be on your own this morning, I'm going to head to the gym for a bit."

He raised an eyebrow. "Gym? On a Sunday morning?"

She smiled, sipping her coffee. "Gotta stay fit."

"Looks like you've been doing a good job at it," he said with a smirk, his eyes roaming over her body.

Becca's heart raced at his words, and she felt her cheeks flush. She couldn't help but feel self-conscious under his gaze, especially after the previous night's events. She tried to hide her discomfort by downplaying his comment.

"Well, I'm not so sure about that," she said, brushing it off though secretly enjoying the compliment.

But Rob shook his head. "Come on Becca. You know how hot you are." His voice soft but deep, and it sent a shiver down Becca's spine.

"Thanks. Anyhow, I-I should go," she stammered, trying to gather her composure.

But Rob stood up and moved towards her, his eyes fixed on hers.

"Don't go yet. I want to talk to you about last night."

Becca's heart was racing. She could feel her pulse in her throat and her breathing was shallow. She glanced down the hallway toward their bedroom door then back to Rob.

"What about it?" she asked, trying to sound confident and casual.

He took a step closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Did you like it, Becca?" he asked, his breath hot against her cheek.

Becca could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and she couldn't find the words to reply. She just stared at him, unsure of what to do or say. She could feel his body heat radiating off him, and she could faintly smell his cologne. It had become familiar scent, one that she had grown to associate with him over the past few weeks.

Without saying another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It was a soft kiss at first, but quickly turned urgent. Becca could feel Rob's hands running over her body, slipping under the robe and gripping her ass tightly. She gasped as he pulled her closer, grinding his hips against hers.

It only lasted a few seconds before she thought she heard a noise down the hallway and shoved him away.

"Rob, no," she said, her voice shaking. "We can't. This is wrong, we can't do that again.  Tim is your best friend.  And he's my husband." Becca added, as if that made her rejection of Rob's advances any better.

"Isn't that what you said last night?" he asked smugly.

Becca's face turned red.  "That was... I was drunk, Rob," Becca said, trying to justify her actions. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

"You may not have meant for it to happen. But you certainly enjoyed it. Remember how wet you were? The way you moaned as you came all over my fingers?" He said with a smug smile.

Becca felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She couldn't deny that she had enjoyed it, but she didn't want to give Rob the satisfaction of agreeing.

"That doesn't change the fact that it was a mistake," she said firmly.

"But if felt good didn't it, Becca?  Exciting.  Not like with Tim, am I right?" Rob asked.

"Shut up, Rob. That's not fair," she said, but her voice lacked conviction.

"Hey, it's ok," he said, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek. "You're bored, Becca, I can see it in your eyes. Its not unusual in marriages. That's why you threw yourself at me at the bar a few weeks ago, why you couldn't wait to fuck me."

Becca looked shocked and her face turned red with anger.

"I couldn't wait to fuck you?" she asked incredulously. "I don't think that's quite how it went," Becca countered, her voice shaking. She could feel her irritation with him begin to build. "I didn't throw myself at you. You were the one that asked me to leave with you."

Rob chuckled and leaned in closer to her.

"Ok, that's fair. I guess I did ask. And you couldn't say yes fast enough, could you Becca?  The second we got in that hotel room, you were on your knees and desperate to get this cock out."

Rob grabbed her wrist and forced her open hand against his crotch.  Instinctively Becca's hand gripped it then tried to pull away. She was reminded how thick it truly was.

"You stretched your mouth around it and sucked it like your life depended on it, didn't you Becca?" he continued, his grip tightening on her wrist.

Becca's heart was racing, her body betraying her as much as her mind was. She could feel herself getting wet again at the memory of that night in the hotel room with Rob. 

"Remember how I had to pull you off of it.  Stood you up, tore off your shirt then bent you over the bed. How you dropped your panties and begged for me to fuck you."  

Becca could feel his hot breath against her cheek, his words sending electric shocks down her spine. She made a half-hearted attempt to pull away, but he held her firmly in place.

"And I did, didn't I?" he continued, his mouth now beside her ear. "I fucked you hard, just the way you like it. The way you needed it. And you loved every second of it."

Becca could feel herself getting wetter by the second, and she hated herself for it. She couldn't believe that she was letting him talk to her like this, let alone turn her on.

"And I bet if I were to slide my fingers right down here," he whispered, as his hand slid from her waist to the front of her panties. "That you're soaking wet just thinking about it again, aren't you?"

With that, he pushed his hand down the front of her panties and buried two fingers between her wet folds. Becca couldn't hold back a gasp as he thrust them in and out, curling them to hit that sweet spot deep inside of her.

"Oh, fuuuuck!" she moaned, pressing her hips forward to meet his thrusts.

Rob's free hand grabbed a handful of her hair on the back of her head and pulled it tight, forcing her to look up at him.  Her mouth opened and her face contorted with pleasure and pain as he continued to fuck her hard with his fingers as he watched her intently. 

"Oh Becca, you don't feel like someone who doesn't want to do this anymore," he  said with a smirk.  "I mean my fingers have barely dried since I had them buried in you just last night and already here they are again, deep inside of you."

"Oh god, Rob, please,," she moaned, her body trembling. She could already feel her orgasm building inside of her.

"Do you want me to make you cum again, Becca?" he asked, his voice low and leaving no doubt he was in control.

Becca hated that she wanted it. Hated herself for not shoving him away and telling him to go fuck himself. But she couldn't help herself.

She nodded repeatedly, her eyes pleading.

"Beg for it," he demanded, his fingers continuing to plunge into her wetness.

"Please, Rob. Make me cum. I can't take it anymore," she gasped, her body writhing with pleasure.

He smirked and increased his pace, his fingers moving in and out of her with ease.

"You want to cum, Becca? Are you imagining my cock filling you up and fucking you hard again?" he asked, his voice dripping with lust.

She nodded furiously, unable to form a coherent thought.

"Yes, yes, please," she begged.

"If you cum on my fingers Becca, I'm going to have to fuck you later.  You know that right? Next time it won't be my fingers. I'm going to bury my thick cock deep in this pussy until you cum all over it."

Becca was past the point of return.

"Oh fuck, yesss," she whimpered.

"Say it Becca.  Ask me to fuck you later.  Tell me how badly you want it, even if you pretend not to."

"Jesus christ, Rob, yes! Please fuck me, I want it so bad. I want you to fuck me right here in our house. I need it!" she cried out, grabbing his shoulders to brace herself.

Rob's fingers quickened their pace, plunging deeper into her wetness as he felt her body trembling with pleasure. Becca thought her legs might give out at any moment.

"Ok, maybe I will. If you're a good girl. But right now, Becca, it's time for you to cum for me," he demanded, his voice husky. "Cum all over my fucking fingers again."

Becca couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud cry, she came hard on Rob's fingers, her body shuddering with pleasure. She could feel her juices flowing down her legs as Rob continued to finger fuck her, drawing out her orgasm until she begged him to stop.

"Fuck, Becca," he groaned, as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her. Becca could feel her legs shaking as she stood there, completely spent. She reached out and grabbed the countertop for support.

This time it was Rob's turn to taste her and he slid his slick fingers into his own mouth.

"You taste so fucking good," he said.

Becca held tight to the counter trying to catch her breath.  Her legs were still trembling and she feared they might buckle if she let go.

Just then she heard the bedroom door open and the sound of Tim's footsteps approaching.

She quickly pushed herself away from Rob and adjusted her bathrobe, trying to compose herself.

"Hey, babe," Tim said groggily as he entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

Becca's heart raced as she tried to act casual.

"Morning, honey. How'd you sleep?" she could hear the tremble in her own voice.

Tim yawned and stretched. "Good, I think. Just had some weird dreams."

Becca's face felt flush from her orgasm and her legs were still weak.  She wondered if Tim heard her cries of pleasure from the bedroom but assumed from his easy demeanor that he couldn't have.

"Oh that's too bad," she said, glancing at Rob. "Probably all the wine we drank." Becca said, trying to keep her voice steady. 

"Well, I didn't sleep all that great myself," Rob said. "I think I'm going to head back to bed for a couple of hours and catch up.  Becca, enjoy your workout at the gym.  Don't wear yourself out." he said with a wink, then headed down the hallway to his room.

Becca watched him go, her heart pounding in her chest. My god, what am I doing, she thought.  Tim leaned in and gave her a kiss.  She turned and let him peck her on the cheek before she turned away.

"I've got to get going," she said, as she pulled her robe tight. "Just going to get changed and head to the gym."

Tim seemed to study her for several moments and though Becca's heart was racing, she felt too exhausted to try to figure out what he may be thinking. She needed to get out of here.  She turned and headed down the hallway to get dressed for her workout.

That night the three of them sat lazily watching a movie, their hangovers still lingering.  When the credits finally rolled it was just past 10pm.  Becca got up to clear their glasses.

"I'm going to grab a shower before bed," Tim said, wrapping his arms around her from behind.  He kissed her neck then headed toward the bathroom shower.

Becca watched him go and let out a deep breath. She turned to look at Rob and saw him smirking at her.

"What?" she asked, feeling defensive.

"Nothing," he replied. "I just find it amusing how you're trying to act like everything is normal."

She scoffed. "What do you want me to do, Rob? We j-just..." she trailed off, unsure of what to say.

Rob leaned against the kitchen counter facing Becca.  He folded his arms against his chest and smiled at her.  Becca looked at him nervously and without meaning to, glanced down at his crotch.  She could see the bulge in his pants and she looked away quickly, hoping he didn't notice her checking him out.

"Get on your knees, Becca," he said firmly.

Becca looked at him, stunned by his brashness.

"What?" she  exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock. "Are you fucking serious right now?"

"Dead serious," Rob replied, his smirk never faltering. "I want you on your knees, right here, right now. And I want you to suck my cock just like you've been dreaming about doing since this morning."

Becca stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced down the hallway, and listened for the shower water running. She looked back at Rob her chest heaving.  Was she actually considering this? She could feel her body betraying her already, the wetness seeping through her underwear as she thought about his thick cock in her mouth.

"I'm not -- " Becca sounded flustered. "Tim is right down the hallway." she protested, but she knew already that she was going to do exactly as he asked.

Rob said nothing, his eyes locked on hers.

She hesitated for another moment, glancing once again down the hallway, before slowly sinking to her knees, her heart racing with excitement and shame. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and desire, as she slowly unzipped his pants.

Rob let out a low groan as she pulled his erect cock out of his pants, his thick shaft springing free.

She wrapped her hand around it, marveling at its size, and stroked it gently. She could feel her mouth watering at the sight of his pulsing member, and without hesitation, she leaned forward and took it in her mouth. She sucked and licked at it, her tongue swirling around the head as she took him deeper into her throat.

Rob let out a low groan, his fingers threading through her blonde hair as he guided her movements.

"Oh fuck, yea. That feels good," he groaned, his hips thrusting gently as she sucked him off.

Becca moved her hand to cup his balls, gently massaging them as she sucked and licked at his throbbing dick. She could feel her own wetness soaking through her panties, her clit throbbing with desire. She loved the feeling of power and submission all at once. She was giving him pleasure, but there was no question Rob was in control.

She tried to listen for the shower water running but could hear nothing in the quiet of the house except Rob's low moans of pleasure.  She picked up speed, her hand moving rhythmically up and down his shaft as she swallowed him deeper into her throat.

Suddenly she heard the bathroom door open and footsteps start down the hallway.  Becca put her hands against Rob's thighs and tried to push him out of her mouth, to spring to her feet before Tim could find them like this.

But Rob's grip tightened in her hair, holding her tightly in place. Her eyes looked up at him, full of panic.  She tried again to push him out of her mouth and when that didn't work she hit him closed fist on the thighs in hopes that he would finally free her.  But Rob only gripped her tighter by the hair.

"Hey, what's up?" she heard Tim ask from the other side of the counter.  From Becca's position on her knees she was hidden from her husband's view as he stood on the other side of the island counter.

"Not much, decided to have another beer before I turn in," Rob responded.  Becca's heart was racing frantically, her mouth still stuffed with Rob's  cock. She tried to regulate her breathing, fearing her shallow pants would give her away.

She heard the scrape of a stool and knew that Tim had pulled up a seat on the other side of the island. 

"Where's Becca?" Tim asked.   

She could hear the sound of a beer bottle being opened and realized Tim had decided to have another before bed as well.  Fuck! she thought.  

"Not sure. She may have gone to bed," Rob answered.

Becca felt Rob give her hair a tug, pulling her deeper onto his cock.  She couldn't believe he was pushing her to keep blowing him but she feared he may expose her if she didn't comply so she reluctantly continued as quietly as she could.

"So listen," Tim said. "I never asked and it's ok if you don't want to talk about it but what happened with you and Jane?  Did she really catch you cheating?"

"Yea, unfortunately," Rob sighed, taking a swig of beer.  "I mean she didn't walk in on me or anything, but she suspected it and I don't think I did a very good job of denying it when she confronted me with her suspicions."

"Wow, that's tough," Tim responded.  The room was quiet for several moments and Becca heard both men taking a drink.  She continued to suck Rob slowly and quietly, wondering how they were going to get out of this without Tim discovering her.

"Sooooo.... how was it?" Tim asked, and Becca thought she could sense a smile in his tone.

Rob chuckled. "It was fine, I guess.  Nothing special, really."

Becca's fear turned to anger at his words.  Nothing special? she thought.  Was he referring to sex with her?  Rob gave her hair another sharp tug and she realized she had stopped sucking.  She reluctantly began again as the conversation continued.

"I mean, the sex was pretty good.  She was older than I'm used to.  But her blowjob skills were... well, I mean I've had better." Rob continued. 

She heard Tim laugh.

Becca was seething now.  Older? She was basically the same age as he was, she fumed. There is no fucking way he's talking about me, she thought.  She could feel her anger growing, her lips tightening around Rob's cock as she silently cursed him. Her jaw ached from the effort of blowing him while keeping quiet, but she didn't dare stop. She couldn't believe he was being so disrespectful to her, right in front of her husband. The audacity of this fucking guy, she thought.

"Yea, some girls just aren't very good at it, I guess," Tim said with a chuckle.

"Yep," Rob agreed and took another swig of beer. "How about Becca?"

Becca froze.  Surely Tim wouldn't discuss their sex life, she thought.  Or at least not specifics like how good she was or wasn't.  She had always considered herself to be pretty skilled in the bedroom and her blowjob skills in particular she thought had been quite good.  Had she been naive or was Rob just fucking with her?  She guessed she'd probably not put as much effort into it as she could have, figuring guys were mostly just happy to be getting it at all.  She'd never actually heard a guy say he'd gotten a bad blowjob.  Now she suddenly wished she'd put more effort into blowjobs with her husband, into being as good at it as she could be.

"Ummm, yea, she's good," Tim answered, but Becca thought she sensed a hesitance in his voice.

Her humiliation flared at the indifference in her husband's response. She sucked harder, suddenly wanting to show Rob that she was not the amateur either of them were insinuating she was.