Author's note: I know some reader's find it unthinkable that a woman would even consider straying from her husband's bed, much less actually sleep with another man. If it bothers you, the solution is simple: don't read about it. One question: do you have the same reservations about men sleeping with women other than their wives? Clearly, the participants aren't that upset by the notion.
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Becca was not herself. She had introduced Mike and Alex, and now that the two of them had apparently hit it off, Becca acted like she was jealous. It was almost like she thought Mike was cheating on her, which was absolutely not the case. Carl listened for a few minutes as it seemed like Becca was intent on picking a fight, with Mike seemingly just as intent on downplaying the situation and smoothing things over. Their discussion had moved to the kitchen, and since they had not raised their voices, he assumed the conversation was remaining civil.
It was true. Alex was an incredibly attractive woman. But so was Becca. And it was remarkably unlike her to express such vain insecurity about her desirability. Carl realized he needed to take action to impress her with the fact that he found her desirable, especially given that he was about to leave town for a week.
Carl walked toward the kitchen slowly, his ears straining to pick up the voices as they bantered back and forth. As the back of his wife's beautiful figure came into view, he heard Mike tell Becca that there were some women he thought were extremely sexy not solely because of their looks, but because of how they presented themselves and their personalities.
"Really," Becca said, perking up. "Anyone I know?"
"I don't know... have you looked in a mirror lately?" Mike said. "But to answer your earlier question, you and I are fine. Whatever happens between me and Alex, you will always be special."
"You two could make a Hallmark greeting card cry," Carl said, stepping up behind Becca and wrapping his arms around her. She tilted her head to the side as he nuzzled her neck.
"Why don't you ever sweet talk me like this?" she asked as she covered his hands with hers. She inhaled sharply and smiled as he kissed a sensitive spot on her neck.
"I don't have to sweet talk you, honey," he said, biting her ear lightly, "I'm married to you."
"You did not just say that," she said, squirming in his arms, eyes wide with mock wrath.
"Do I need to refresh your memory regarding last night?" he asked, his hands rising to cup her breasts through her shirt, his fingers tracing around the outline of her nipples.
"Mmmm... Yeah, I think you might need to," she said, leaning back into him and throwing her arms up over her head.
"I'm going to go take care of my wife and remind her how sexy she is," Carl said, reaching down and grasping the hem of his wife's shirt. He pulled it up and over her head, dropping it to the floor, then running his hands up her naked torso to cup her again. He lightly massaged her as she leaned against him, her nipples hard and a smile on her face. He dropped a hand to her shorts and unfastened them before sliding his hand in to finger her.
"I think my husband is going to take me to bed and fuck me," she said, reaching down to push her shorts from her hips and stepping out of them as Carl reached around her again to rub her mound.
"Yes, I am," he said, taking her by the hand and leading her toward their bedroom.
Carl led Becca by the hand as they walked down the hall toward their bedroom. Her hips swayed gently as she followed close behind him.
"I'm going to suck your tits and eat that sweet pussy of yours," he said.
"After that, are you going to fuck me with your cock?" she asked.
"You know I will, baby," he replied.
When they reached their bedroom, Carl turned to face her, wrapping his arms around her as he slid his fingers inside her panties to push them from her body and complete undressing her. Becca stepped out of them when they hit the floor and as soon as her husband stood up, she immediately set to work removing his shorts while he pulled his shirt over his head.
Kneeling down, Becca slowly worked his shorts and his boxers down from his thighs, leaving him naked in front of her, his cock slowly beginning to rise. As Carl's feet stepped clear of the last of his clothing, Becca reached up and took hold of his cock, placing it into her mouth. She placed her hands on his thighs as she slowly, methodically worked her tongue around the head of his cock.
Carl placed his hands on either side of her head and ran his fingers through her hair as her lips and tongue brought his manhood to full arousal.
When his cock was completely erect, Becca let it fall from her lips as she looked up at him.
"Do you want me to suck you off?" she asked.
"Right now, I want to fuck you," he said, taking her by the hand and helping her to stand up.
Carl took her in his arms, clutching her against him, filling his hands with her ass. As he took hold of her, she put her arms around his neck and lifted her legs to wrap around him. With her weight supported by him as their bodies pressed together, Carl turned to the bed and leaned forward, laying her down on the bed.
Becca loosened her legs from around Carl's waist as he leaned forward against her, bending forward and bracing himself against the bed with one hand on either side of her. She cupped his face in her hands as he kissed her. Her lips parted as their tongues darted out to meet. As their lips separated, she dropped her arms out beside her and tilted her head while Carl began to kiss her neck, working his way down to her chest.
Carl was slow, methodic and deliberate as his lips began making their way down his wife's torso. His hands gently caressed her ribcage and abdomen, fingers tracing soft, irregular patterns on her skin, avoiding contact with her breasts as his lips moved down her sternum. Becca placed her hands on his head, running her fingers through his hair, encouraging him as he continued making oral love to her body.
