"What?" Becca said, caught off guard. "No. I mean, I don't think that's a good idea."
"He really doesn't have anyplace else to go, baby," Tim replied pleadingly. "I don't think it would be for too long. If they don't work things out then he will look for something more permanent. I mean he's my friend, I can't really tell him no after he already asked. He was best man at our wedding."
"I know, I know," Becca sounded flustered. "I just ..."
"Is it because he cheated on his wife that you don't want him staying here?" Tim asked.
"No, it's not that, exactly. I mean, I shouldn't judge, right? I just don't know if it's a good idea, we are both really busy and...." Becca seemed to struggle to find the right words to argue her case. If it were anyone else, she wouldn't have had an issue, but this situation was different. Much different.
To begin with, their history was a little complicated, or at least in her mind it was.
The night she met her husband Tim was also the night she met Rob. Becca and her friend had been at a bar and they'd struck up a conversation with two guys who turned out to be Tim and Rob. Becca had flirted shamelessly with Rob that night. In fact, she'd been pretty intoxicated and had practically thrown herself at him. He was rugged, handsome and charismatic. He oozed confidence and she had immediately been attracted to him. She had been a little more loose in those days and she'd had every intention of taking him home with her that night and fucking him.
But that didn't happen. Rob had actually chosen her friend to go home with, leaving Becca shocked and disappointed.
In the long run, it had all worked out as it should. Tim was kind and he was a gentleman. He made sure to get her home safely that night and didn't make any sexual advances, respecting the state she was in.
Over the following weeks, she and Tim dated several times and found they had a lot in common. While he didn't ooze sexual charm like his friend Rob did, he was intelligent, responsible and he made Becca laugh. They fell in love and had been happily married for over 12 years.
Becca perhaps hadn't realized how that night had stuck with her. She was an extremely attractive blonde in amazing shape and full round breasts that most men couldn't help but stare at. She had never had issues getting practically any guy she wanted. So being rejected by Rob that night had been a new experience for her.
He had moved away for work a short time later so they had rarely seen him over the years. He had come home to be Tim's best man when he and Becca got married but otherwise hadn't been a big part of their lives. Until a few months ago when he moved back home with his new wife that he'd met just 3 months before.
As soon as he moved back to town, he and Tim rekindled their relationship, and they'd even spent times together hanging out as couples. Becca didn't care much for Rob's new wife Jane, but she managed to fake her way through. She could never put her finger on why she didn't like her, she was friendly enough and was certainly beautiful. But she had never felt she was a good fit for Rob, for whatever reason.
And then just 2 weeks ago, she had been out with friends for drinks and had run into Rob at the pub they were at. They had both been drinking a lot and she'd found herself enjoying his attention. They had flirted for most of the evening before he had simply leaned in close and whispered if she'd like to get out of there. Becca didn't know why she'd so quickly and easily thrown away any thoughts of her husband or the repercussions of accepting, but saying no didn't even cross her mind.
The guilt had been difficult in the following days but not nearly as much as she would have thought. She felt bad that she'd cheated on her husband, especially with his best friend. But maybe the intensity of the sex helped appease her guilt. It had been like no other sex she'd ever experienced.
And so when he text her a week later and asked her to meet him at a hotel room that afternoon, she accepted. That second meeting may have been even better. Becca had orgasmed 3 times that day, something she'd never come close to experiencing with Tim. The truth was, Tim had never made her orgasm. At least not without her helping things along with one of her vibrators. She'd always assumed she was one of those women who just couldn't orgasm through intercourse. She had not been disattisfied with Tim's skills in the bedroom, necessarily. He was average size and usually lasted around 10 minutes, maybe 20 on a really good night. And that had been fine for her. At least that's what she had always thought. Until Rob.
But after that second encounter she had decided she couldn't hurt her husband that way, betraying him in the worst way, with his best friend. She didn't want to be that person. The sex was amazing but that was not a reason to throw away a happy marriage. It was selfish and made her feel terrible about herself.
So when Rob text her again to proposition a meeting, she had declined. She explained it wasn't right and she felt terrible about what they'd done. That they could never let it happen again and that they could never let Tim know, for all of their sakes.
Oddly, Rob had not tried to push her on the subject. She actually thought it was strange that he didn't try to fight even just a bit to get her to change her mind. The sex had been amazing, she was surprised he wouldn't have tried to twist her arm more to get another chance with her. She had felt a hint of that same rejection she'd first felt when he had chosen to take her friend home that first night so many years ago instead of her.
But her request had been honored and he had not contacted her again for the past 2 weeks.
And now, here was Tim trying to convince her to let Rob stay with them because his wife had caught him cheating. Had Jane found out that he'd slept with Becca? If so, was she going to expose them to Tim? Or perhaps Rob had slept with a different woman over the past couple of weeks since Becca had been with him and that is who he'd been caught with. Somehow, that thought bothered her almost as much as the thought of it being her the cause of their breakup.
How the hell could Rob even entertain the idea of staying with them after what he'd done to his best friend? How could he ask to stay with them when he knew that he'd been fucking his best friend's wife behind his back? The nerve of him, Becca fumed in her head.
"So it's ok then?" she hear Tim asking her. Somehow while she was deep in thought she must have finally said OK, though she didn't remember it.
"I... I guess," she said, convinced this was a terrible idea. "Are you sure he wants to stay here? It just seems odd that he would ask to stay... here."
Tim looked at her confused.
"Why would it be strange? We're best friends, who else would he ask?" he asked.
"Right, of course," she recovered. "I just meant, it's strange he wouldn't just get a hotel."
"He may end up doing that at some point, but I think he is nervous about their finances. Especially if she doesn't take him back and it actually does end in a messy divorce. So it may not be for long anyhow," he reassured her.
"Ok then," she sighed in resignation, trying to fake a smile for her husband. "I guess we let him stay for a bit. But let's not let it go too long, ok? I like having you all to myself," she smiled, snuggling in close to her husband.
"I promise," Tim said, wrapping his arms around her warmly. "And who knows, we may like having him around, at least for awhile. He's a lot of fun and you two have always got along well. You don't think I've seen you guys flirting when you're drinking?" he teased her.
"Ha, ha, funny man," she responded, trying to sound casual. "That's not true."
"Ok, if you say so," Tim chuckled, grabbing her firm ass in both hands.
Becca felt his cock press against her thigh and was surprised by how hard it was.
"Jeez, somebody is worked up," she said, leaning her head back to look down at his crotch. "Maybe you like the thought of other guys flirting with me," Becca said, playfully patting his cock through his pants.
"Well," Tim grinned. "Maybe I like that other guys can't keep their eyes off my sexy wife."
"Or...." Becca purred, playing along. "Maybe you like the thought of your wife flirting with other men."
She felt his cock begin to twitch against her, feeling even harder than it had felt a moment ago.
"Is that what it is?" she said playfully, her eyebrow raised in mock surprise. "Do you like thinking about me flirting with other men, Tim?"
Tim paused for a moment, his eyes locked on hers. Becca wondered if she'd gone too far. Something seemed to cross his face, an idea perhaps. Without warning, he grabbed her around her waist and spun her around. Before she could react, he bent her over the dining table, lifting her dress up over her ass. His fingers deftly slid her thong to one side, and she felt his cock pressing against her mound.
"Fuck!" Becca exclaimed, surprised at his sudden manhandling. "What's gotten into you?"
His head pushed against her opening and inched inside, making her gasp.
"God, yes!" Becca muttered, pushing her hips back at him. Tim had never taken her like this before and certainly not in their kitchen. She felt herself get wetter almost instantly.
His cock slid in and out of her now soaked pussy, at a feverish pace.
"Oh fuck," she heard Tim grunt as he pressed deeper into her pussy. "You feel so fucking good."
His words alone made her body shudder. His tempo increased mercilessly until they both heard sounds of their bodies slapping against each other.
Rebecca grabbed the edges of the table tightly while her entire body shook with each hard thrust from behind. Even with her shirt on, she could feel the cool from the wooden table as her breasts mashed into the hard surface. Her mind raced in pleasure from the suddenness of this savage sex in their dining room.
Becca couldn't believe how horny this unexpectedness had made her, the thrill of taking it from behind, so forcefully. She had always known Tim was a little vanilla in bed, and she wondered if the idea of her flirting with other men was what had driven this welcome assault.
Her fingers gripped the sleek surface of the wooden table, knuckles turning white as Tim's brutal thrusts drove her deeper into it. The exquisite pain of her nipples hardening against the unforgiving material, combined with Tim's ruthless plunges, sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Becca's body. The thought of Tim's sudden change in demeanor, from softly spoken husband to aggressive lover, thrilled her to her core.
"Uh, fuck," Tim grunted through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna cum." Tim's voice sounded strained and raw.
Becca responded by arching her back, pushing her ass higher in the air, offering herself up to him, wanting him to take her with the same force he'd shown since he first bent her over the table.
