Life was a whirlwind of change. My divorce decree was finally published, signed, and sealed; dry ink and all.
I continued to live with Carl and Becca, not so much because I had nowhere to go, but I was waiting on my company to make a decision on which city I would permanently work out of. I had requested a transfer to the office I'd been working in for most of the last six months. Anticipating approval of the transfer, I began scouting for an apartment. I knew that as much as I enjoyed staying with them, it could not go on indefinitely. If I wanted to actually have a life, I had to get my own place. For the meantime, though, living under their roof continued to have unique benefits.
I continued to enjoy sexual interludes with Becca. Our lovemaking followed no regular schedule, but it was always satisfying.
Early in the summer, Carl received an assignment at work that sent him out of town for two weeks, leaving me alone in the house with Becca for the duration.
On Thursday, issues developed that made a late night at the office inevitable. Becca and I had planned on dinner out together that night, and I called her as soon as I realized I would be unable to make it. She sounded a bit disappointed, but said she would see me at home. She emailed me later to say that she and some friends were going out together and she would be home late, so I'd have to fend for myself for dinner.
I grabbed something at the drive thru on the way home. After I finished eating, I took a shower and decided to unwind by reading. As I had the house to myself and I was pretty sure I would be asleep before Becca got home, I didn't bother getting dressed at all, and lay on my bed naked. The book I was reading held my attention, especially during the sparse, but detailed sex scenes that livened it up somewhat. The sex scenes had the generally intended effect, and my cock hardened as I let my mind wander into the fictional world before me. Almost without realizing it, I began to absent-mindedly stroke my cock. The sensations of arousal gained my attention, and I elected to get myself off. I found a stopping point and set the bookmark. I turned on some light music and crawled back onto the bed to achieve my new objective.
I never heard Becca arrive home. She didn't announce her presence, I just suddenly felt it, and opening my eyes, saw her standing in the doorway. I stopped in mid-stroke, my penis throbbing in my hand.
Becca kicked off her shoes inside the doorway and entered the room. She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. She leaned forward, swept the hair back out of her face and kissed me.
"Don't stop," she said. "Let me watch you."
"You want to watch me masturbate?" I asked her.
She nodded lightly, the movement of her head almost imperceptible. "I want to watch you stroke your cock and get yourself off. And unless you object, I'm going to undress and lay beside you while you do it." She bent down and kissed me again, her lips pulling on mine and her tongue finding its way inside my mouth.
Becca sat up and began to unbutton her shirt. She walked across the room to the desk, and turning to face me, finished opening her shirt, exposing her bra-clad breasts. She unfastened her pants, and wriggling her body, worked them down past her hips, stepping out of them and hanging them on the back of the chair. Next, she shrugged out of the shirt, draping it on top of the pants. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra. Slipping the straps off of her shoulders, she bent at the waist enough to allow the cups to fall from her breasts. She dropped the bra to the floor as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her bikini panties and peeled them from her hips.
I had returned my hand to stroking my cock, and I watched with rapt interest as she stood there, massaging her breasts and then walking back towards the bed. Becca crawled onto the bed, bringing her body across mine. As her body straddled me, she purposely dipped her breasts to my mouth. I sucked her nipples in one at a time, alternating and brought my hands up to caress her. She leaned up, making sure to keep herself well above my hard-on.
"You can suck my tits, but you can only use your hands on your cock. There's no other touching allowed," she said. She guided my hand back to its station and dipped her breasts to my mouth again.
I suckled her tits for a few minutes, during which I saw her begin to finger herself. When her breathing began to deepen, she rolled off of me and onto the bed. She adopted a comfortable position that afforded her a bird's-eye-view of me stimulating myself. She put a hand on my chest and gently caressed me.
"Tell me when you get ready to cum, and I'll let you cum in my mouth," she said.
I nodded with lust in my eyes as I watched her dip a finger between her legs again. Simply seeing her there was an erotic, sexual stimulus. Watching her pleasure herself only added to it.
I continued to stroke my cock, holding it loosely in my hand, my thumb and forefinger forming a loose circle that rubbed gently around the head of my cock. I could sense my orgasm beginning to build, but still in the distance. Pre-cum appeared on the tip of my cock, and Becca leaned forward, claiming it with her tongue. Pressure began to build in my balls and my cock hardened with impending ejaculation.
"I'm about to cum," I told Becca.
She maneuvered her body, positioning her head above me. Opening her mouth, she lowered it to me as I aimed my cock between her lips. She replaced my hand with hers and sucked me in and began to receive my cum. I felt my orgasm surge through my body as my cock pumped the semen from my balls. When the surge of my orgasm was past, Becca released my cock from her mouth.
"Do you want to taste yourself?" she asked. I had tasted myself in her mouth before, but at this moment, she was offering to take my semen on her tongue and feed it to me with a kiss. I nodded to her, and she milked my cock for cum. Taking it onto the tip of her tongue, she released my cock and bent forward to kiss me. My mouth opened to receive her, and our tongues made contact, sharing my cum between us.
I lay there as Becca continued to caress my chest. Her nipples were semi-hard. I didn't know if she was at all interested in sex, but decided to ask.
"I think it's your turn," I said.
"You want to watch me, now, is that it?" she asked.
