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.
