The following few days were relatively uneventful. Becca tried to keep her distance from Rob as best as she could. She was polite and friendly to the point she needed to be to avoid Tim suspecting anything was wrong, but she had decided she wasn't going to let this go any further. What she had with Tim was important to her, too important to risk just for some amazing sex.
As the week went on, things began to feel somewhat normal again. She thought she noticed Rob stealing glances at her now and then and though it sent a shiver of excitement running down her spine, she steadfastly avoided any alone time with him.
She had asked Tim in private how long he thought Rob would be staying with them. The sooner she could get him out of their house the easier it would be to begin to put it all behind her. But Tim didn't seem quite as eager for him to leave.
"Geez, it's only been a short while, Becca," he had said. "Let's give him some more time to figure things out."
And so Becca had tried her best to put on a smile and be supportive of her husband's wishes.
In the meantime, one positive change was her's and Tim's sex life. Since that night when she'd blown Rob in the kitchen while her husband sat on the other side of the counter, completlely unaware, their love making had been more frequent and more intense than it had been in years.
There were some days when she and Tim would find themselves alone in the house before Rob got home from work or even in the morning after he'd left for work, and ended up fucking like bunnies on any surface they could find.
On those days, Becca couldn't get enough of Tim. She would ride him hard on the living room couch, hold onto the kitchen island while he fucked her from behind, or simply race to their bedroom for a quickie when the mood struck them.
More often than not, it was she who initiated those encounters. It was like she had found a new level of sexual energy and passion that had been lying dormant inside her for years.
She tried not to let thoughts of Rob infiltrate her thoughts each time but found it increasingly difficult. Becca often found that as she was trying to orgasm, she would sometimes let herself imagine it was Rob's cock filling her up. She would imagine his deep voice whispering filthy things into her ear - things like he had said to her that night in the kitchen. She would fantasize about how he would grab her hips and dominate her, fucking her with wild abandon as she called out his name in pleasure.
And sometimes, during these fantasies, she would think about how much it would hurt Tim if he knew what she was thinking - if he knew how much more turned on she became by imagining his best friend when they had sex. What would happen if she were to call out Rob's name as she was climaxing? Or as Tim was orgasming? And although she felt deeply ashamed of these twisted thoughts, about being aroused in some weird way about her loving husband's humiliation, she couldn't deny that it only added fuel to the fire burning inside her.
By the time Saturday evening rolled around, Becca was excited to be getting out of the house. She and a couple of her friends had made plans to attend a bacholerette party, and although she didn't know the bride-to-be very well, she was looking forward to a few drinks and forgetting about the awkward situation at home.
As it turned out, Tim and Rob also had plans that night. One of Rob's friends from work was having a group of guys over to his place to watch a UFC fight and Rob asked Tim to come along.
When Becca came down the hallway from their bedroom at 7:15 pm, she looked incredible. She wore a dark blue sleeveless summer dress that stopped a few inches above her knees. The neckline was rounded and low enough to show off a healthy amount of cleavage. It hugged her curves perfectly and both Tim and Rob couldn't help but stare as she entered the room.
She had paired the dress with a pair of strappy heels and had styled her blonde hair in loose waves that cascaded down her back. She looked like a goddess.
As she entered the living room, Tim's eyes trailed up her body, taking in every inch of her.
"Wow, Becca, you look amazing," he said, his gaze lingering on her cleavage.
Becca blushed at the compliment, feeling a flutter of excitement in her stomach.
"Thanks, hun," she said, giving a dramatic spin.
Rob couldn't take his eyes off of her either. He stood up from the couch, his eyes looking her up and down.
"Yea, you look... really great," he said, glancing at Tim to ensure he hadn't overstepped.
Tim nodded absentmindedly, still mesmerized by the sight of his wife. Becca took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and confidence.
She walked over to where Tim and Rob were standing, feeling the weight of their gaze on her. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at the attention she was getting. She reached up and adjusted the straps of her dress, drawing both men's attention to her cleavage.
"Well, I'd better get going," she said. "The girls are waiting for me."
Tim nodded, still staring at his wife. He reached out, grabbing her by the waist, and pulled her close. He kissed her gently on the lips before leaning back and smiling at her.
"Can't wait to unwrap you when you get home later," he said with a wink.
Becca blushed again, feeling a heat spread through her body.
"Mmmm, I'm looking forward to it," she said seductively. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'm feeling really naughty. Hope you're going to bring me your A game later."
Tim's heart skipped a beat as he felt her hot breath on his ear. He looked at her, his eyes filled with desire.
Becca gave him another quick peck on the lips before turning and walking to the door. She could feel their eyes watching her as she moved, and she relished the feeling. It wasn't often she got dressed up and went out and having both Tim and Rob drooling over her made her feel incredibly sexy.
As she pulled open the door, she glanced back over her shoulder.
"You boys have fun tonight," she said, before stepping out into the cool evening air.
Becca's evening out with her friends was exactly what she needed. She drank and danced and laughed, feeling lighter and freer than she had in weeks. She even flirted shamelessly with a couple of the guys at the party, all the while getting herself more worked thinking about what she would do with Tim when she got home.
Just before 11 pm, she stepped away to send him a text.
"Hey, hun," she wrote. "Hope you're having fun. So many boys flirting with me. Must be the dress. I'm getting really horny," she teased, hoping to get her husband worked up.
