by Jason Lenov
“How dirty do you want it to go, Mr. Adams?” Becky said.
I pondered the question. I wasn’t sure of the answer myself but the possibility that Becky might debase herself completely was already stiffening me again. “I want to see you do what you did to me, to him.”
Becky flashed a lewd smile. “As you wish.” She spun around and padded down the stairs.
I waited for a few moments before following her down. I arrived to find her standing in front of a fine specimen of a man. He was tall with broad shoulders and a flat stomach. He sported a movie star jaw and pearly white teeth. His tight jeans were devoid of the usual stains and smears commonly found on the clothes of men who worked in trades.
He was not, however, smiling. He was staring at Becky and looking a little dumbstruck. It wasn’t difficult to see why. The bottom of her ass was almost bursting out of her tight cutoffs and she’d tied the knot of her shirt a little tighter so her breasts were mashed together, the two mounds of flesh tantalizingly displayed.
“Good morning,” I said.
Only then did he emerge from his stupor and nod in my direction.
“Here to do the tile?” I asked. I could see it took quite an effort for him not to steal another glance at Becky’s tits.
The way he scowled made it perfectly clear that he hadn’t expected me to be there. I was certain that his friend had let him in on Becky’s little secret from the day before.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Sure thing.”
I smiled at him. “Great! We’re really looking forward to having our shower back. Thanks for making yourself available so quickly.”
His disappointment couldn’t have been more obvious especially since Becky was looking so stunning. I was sure he’d blown off a client to come and see if he could get as lucky as his plumber friend. And now the bombshell was standing right in front of him but just out of reach with me there.
He was in for a surprise.
“Becky do you want to show the nice man upstairs? I’m working from home this morning,” I said. It was wildly titillating now that I’d shed my worries. Knowing that Becky was going to upstairs and try to force herself onto this man with my blessing was a thrill unlike any I’d ever experienced.
“Sure,” Becky said. She followed it with a giggle that made her sound like a total ditz. “Follow me,” she said, already mounting the stairs.
This time the guy couldn’t resist letting his eyes wander to her swaying ass. They lingered there for far too long and when he finally managed to pry them away he was blushing a bright red. He picked up his tool bag and went to step around me to follow Becky up the stairs.
“Sorry,” I said, touching him on the arm. “I didn’t catch your name.”
“Oh, uh, Mike,” he muttered.
I offered my hand and he shook it, though somewhat awkwardly. “Pleasure to meet you, Mike. If you need anything I’ll just be down here. Don’t hesitate to ask. I don’t mind interruptions.”
He nodded, then shuffled off after Becky who had already disappeared up the stairs.
I waited for until I heard the two of them in the bathroom. Then I eased myself up a few steps to better be able to hear what they were saying.
“Those things there are what controls the shower,” Becky said.
I nearly guffawed at how daft she was playing it.
“Yeah, okay,” the guy said, obviously tolerating her apparent lack of intelligence to ogle her a little while longer. “So did my buddy tell you what he wanted cut out?” he asked.
“No, he didn’t,” Becky replied. I could hear by her tone that she was frowning. “Shoot do you want me to call him and ask?”
“Nah,” Mike said. “I’ll just cut a hole big enough so he can work. That should be good enough.”
“Oh okay!” Becky replied.
A short silence stretched out between them.
My imagination started to race again. I thought of the way he might be looking at her, staring at her tits or her ass, wondering if there was any chance of getting laid even though her husband was here.
“Can I get you anything?” Becky finally said in a soft voice. “A water or something?”
I imagined that she was fiddling with a lock of her hair, maybe biting her lip and giving the guy a you-know-what kind of look.
“Um, sure. Water would be great. I’ll get started on cutting this tile.”
A moment later Becky came bouncing out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and she waved a hand to shoo me away.
Easing down the stairs, I walked into the kitchen with Becky following behind me.
Upstairs the sound of tools clunking on the floor rang down from the bathroom.
Becky walked wordlessly to the cupboard. She took out a glass and poured it half-full of water. On her way back to the stairs she paused in front of me. “You ready?” she asked, one eye raised.
“Hell yeah,” I replied.
She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. “Then why don’t you stuff yourself back into that closet so you can watch me wrap these lips around his cock?”
My own cock began to rise in my jeans as I stared into Becky’s eyes.
She tittered, then skipped off toward the steps, ass bouncing, her long legs inviting me to follow.
I waited until I heard the saw start up. The loud whine provided more than enough cover for me to dart up the stairs and into the bedroom. I packed myself back into the closet and left it open just a crack, enough to have a good view of almost the entire room.
When the screech of the saw finally subsided it was followed by the sound of drywall being pulled away from studs.
“You’re awfully good at that,” Becky murmured.
My cock throbbed as I pictured her leaning against the frame of the bathroom door, biting a finger and toying with Mike.
There was a brief silence before he started to chuckle. “Thanks,” he said. “Well I’m pretty much done here. If you want I can text Jim and tell him he’s good to go.”
“Oh that’d be great,” Becky purred.
“Okay, sure.”
I heard tools being packed back into a bag.
“Alright,” Mike said. “If I can just squeeze by you there I should get going to my next job. I’ll invoice you after I’ve finished the tile work once Jim’s done.”
“Sure thing. Squeeze away.”
I knew by the way she’d said it that she hadn’t moved. I was sure she was leaning back against that door frame just daring Mike to try and leave.
“It’s just…I don’t think I can get by with this big bag,” he said with an awkward chuckle.
“That is a big bag alright,” Becky said softly. “Got anything else that’s big?”
I heard Mike smirk. A moment later he dropped the bag back down on the floor. “You are a little slut, aren’t you? Just like Jim said you were? Walking around in that skimpy little outfit. I guess it was worth it blowing off the job I had lined up for this morning.”
“You want to see my bedroom?” Becky asked sweetly.
Mike smirked again. “Sure thing, honey.”
A few seconds later Becky stepped into view, followed by Mike who’s eyes were raking up and down her hourglass curves. Becky put her hands up as she spun around. “This is it.”
Mike’s gaze fell to her tits.
Excitement coursed through me at the way he was looking at her. He looked like a hungry animal eyeing it’s next meal. “You fuck your husband in here?” he asked.
“He fucks me,” Becky replied.
Mike’s smile twisted to a sneer. “And what happens if he comes up here and finds you with my dick in your mouth? He got a gun?”
Becky shook her head. “Oh he won’t come up. When he starts working he doesn’t stop until lunch.”
“That right?” Mike said, still staring at her chest.
“That’s right,” Becky confirmed. “You like them?” She glanced down at her chest.
Instead of a
nswering, Mike reached out, palmed her left breast and kneaded it.
Becky bit her lip. “Want to see them?” Without waiting for an answer she reached into her shirt and hauled out one breast, then the other. Her nipples were hard.
Mike’s smile faded as he stared at Becky’s breasts. He reach out a hard, dry-skinned hand and cupped one. One corner of his mouth curled in a hungry snarl.
“You want to suck it?” Becky asked. Holding her tit, she stood up on her tiptoes and offered it to Mike.
My cock throbbed to an aching stiffness as I watched Mike lean forward and slurp the stiff bud into his mouth.
Becky let out a sigh, let her head fall back, then moaned as he began to suckle at her teat.
His other hand drifted between her legs and he rubbed a finger along her too-tight shorts. He stood up straight and lifted the hand from between her legs to stare at his finger. “Holy fuck,” he muttered, “you’re fucking soaking wet.”
Becky let out a frustrated sigh and tried to pull his mouth onto her boob again.
Mike didn’t budge. Instead of leaning forward he pressed the finger he’d used to touch her pussy into her mouth, sliding it back and forth as she licked off her own wet with her tongue. “Yeah you like that?” he growled. “You like tasting your own pussy?”
Becky nodded, her cheeks still hollowed as she sucked his finger.
Mike reached down and tugged his belt open then undid the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper. They fell down to the floor. Pulling his finger out of Becky’s mouth with a wet slop he dove into his boxers and pulled out his half-erect prick. It was about seven or eight inches long and cut. “On your knees,” he ordered.
Becky complied immediately. Falling to her knees she wrapped her petite fist around Mike’s cock, studying it with wide eyes and her mouth half-open.
Mike swatted her hand away, picked up his own muscle and slapped her on the forehead with it.
Becky closed her eyes and a pleased smile stretched across her lips.
“You like that too, don’t you?” Mike asked, this time slapping the side of her cheek with his meat.
“Mm-hmm,” Becky said, nodding as her eyes fluttered open again.
“Tell me you want to suck my dick,” Mike said.
“I want to suck your big dick,” Becky said.
“Husband’s not doing it for you? That it?” Mike asked.
Becky’s smile faded. “He does just fine,” she said.
My stomach tightened at hearing her talk about me right before she was about to give this guy head.
Mike scowled, as if unimpressed with her answer. “What are you doing sucking off the tile guy in your bedroom with him downstairs?” he asked.
Becky shrugged. “Sometimes I can’t help it. I get this…this feeling and I just need it so bad,” she cooed.
This seemed to appease Mike because he smirked again. He swiped the head of his cock over her lips. “Well get sucking, bitch,” he said.
This yanked me out of character, hearing another man talking to my wife like that. The animal part of me wanted to jump out of that closet and demand he return my wife’s honour. I managed to stop myself just in time. It took a few deep breaths before I remembered who I was supposed to be. Watching Becky’s tongue flop out of her mouth and Mike slide his hard prick along it settled me back into my aroused state.
After a few more swipes he tipped the head lower and slid it past her lips. He closed his eyes and let out a quiet groan. “Fuck your mouth feels good.”
Becky jerked his hand off his cock, wrapped hers back around it and started to bob. At first her lips were wrapped tight around his cock. But as she gained steam she let her mouth fall open a little. Each pump of Mike’s cock into her mouth was accompanied by a filthy slurp.
I stared in awe at his hard cock disappearing into her face. It was a beautifully vile sight. At once titillating and enraging, it made me crave the moment I could make her mine again.
When Mike started grunting his way toward a climax, Becky reached up with her other hand and tickled his balls with the tips of her fingers.
“Aw fuck,” he groaned. “I’m gonna nut!”
Becky’s eyes opened wide and she redoubled her efforts, bobbing faster and pumping the root of his cock.
Mike grimaced. He sucked in a breath, staring down at the wide-eyed bimbo slut that was about to make him blow his load. “Fuck, here it comes!” he said, jaw clenched.
With a porn stars skill Becky popped her lips off the head of his cock, slid her palm down to his gland and started furiously rubbing his head. Letting go of his nut sack, she picked up one tit and lifted it. “You gonna come all over my tits? I want it. I want to feel your hot cum running down my chest,” she mewled.
Mike’s cock hardened in her hand. He sucked in a breath as his nuts drew up between his legs.
Even with Becky pumping I could see his dick draw back like a snake ready to strike it’s victim. Then it sprang forward and spat a churning ball of seed out of the tiny hole at the head, followed by a stringy line of cream. It hurtled through the air and landed with a wet splat on Becky’s cheek.
She didn’t even flinch. Still pumping, she pointed the head of his cock at her raised tit. Another wad of his ejaculate flew out and landed on the soft flesh of her breast, right above her nipple. It rolled down in pearly strands, covering the pink bud and clinging to it.
Mike groaned as more of his essence left him, straining through the apex of his orgasm as Becky finished him off. By the time he was done Becky’s breast was covered in spunk.
Mike shuddered as Becky’s rubbing became more gentle. Finally, she let her fingers trail across his shaft. It made one last lurch, then flagged between his legs. “Fuck,” Mike whispered.
Becky’s face was red from the effort she’d just put in. She stood up and cleared her throat. “Well, thanks,” she said.
Mike frowned. “You want me to…”
“I’m good,” Becky said, waving her hand. “I think I’ll go down and fuck my husband after you leave.”
Mike’s eyes widened and he shook his head in disbelief. “You are fucking crazy just like Jim said.” For a moment he looked like he was going to say something else but he didn’t. He turned around, picked up his bag in the hallway and trudged downstairs without another word.
When the door slammed shut behind him Becky turned to face the closet and me.
Chapter Twelve
It’s difficult to describe the feeling I had stepping out of that closet. I couldn’t pry my eyes away from the filthy sight of Mike’s seed clinging to her nipple. When I finally did I was mesmerized by the deposit already caking on her cheek.
Becky smiled and indulged my voyeurism by standing perfectly still.
I stepped toward her and our eyes met.
“Well? What did you think?”
“It’s…you’re…you’re a slut,” I said quietly.
Becky giggled. “But you like it,” she said.
I shook my head. “I fucking love it.”
She laughed again. “You going to keep me waiting?” she asked.
The question made me realize how hard I was and how much I needed her. Undoing my belt I jerked my head toward the bed. “On your back,” I said. “Take your shorts off.”
Becky smiled a little wider and walked obediently over to the bed. Peeling her shorts over her ass, she lay down on the edge of it with her feet still on the floor.
After pulling my shirt up over my head, I walked to the bed and sank to my knees between her legs. They were spread and her dripping pussy was on full display. The neat folds of flesh were engorged and parted slightly with her arousal. Stealing another glance at the semen still coating her nipple, I leaned forward and got a heady whiff of her slightly acidic scent. My cock throbbed at the smell.
Parting her lips with a thumb and a finger, I let my tongue fall out of my mouth and swept it up the line of her slit in a slow lick.
Becky shuddered beneath me. “Oh J
eff,” she whispered.
My imagination began to run away from me again. Visions of the plumber draining his balls into her sprang up in my mind. God how I wanted to see that again. I began lapping at her sex, working it up to a gooey froth and anticipating what it would feel like to sink into it.
Then, the now very familiar fantasy loomed in my mind. Quentin. My arousal surged as I imagined watching Becky taking her ex-husband’s dark cock inside her again. As Becky’s legs swayed against my cheeks I knew I had to make it happen.
Becky let out a series of short squeaks. Her pussy began to flex against my tongue. More lubricant drooled out of it, coating my chin. I nearly popped as I looked up to see her writhing on the bed, her expression twisted with pleasure.
“Oh god Jeff yes!” she moaned.
Swiping up higher, I pressed my tongue against her throbbing clit and licked circles around it.
Becky screamed, clutching at the sheets. A spurt of hot juice gurgled out of her pussy as she crested her climax and thrashed on the bed.
I coaxed her up over another peak, then eased up on her pussy as she coasted down the tail end of her orgasm.
When it was finished, Becky reached down and cupped my chin with her hand. “I need you, Jeff. I need to feel you in me,” she said.
I didn’t need a second invitation. Scrambling up onto the bed, I pressed the head of my cock against her sex. It was still gushing wetness and as tight as ever as I sheathed myself in it.
“Fuck yes,” Becky hissed.
My hips started to flex. Sawing in and out of Becky, I stared down at the drying clump of seed Mike had left on her nipple. Our eyes met.
Becky reached around my back and dug her nails into my ass cheeks. “Fuck me, Jeff. Fuck all that seed into me!” she demanded.
Everything twisted together inside my mind. Mike’s cum splattering across her chest. The tugging, slightly jealous feeling I got from watching. And finally, the notion that I might, no, that I would find a way to see Becky take Quentin inside her. It sent me flying over the edge of an orgasm so intense I thought it might break me.
As my cock began to spill into her, a smile lit up Becky’s expression. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, savouring the feeling of my ejaculate filling her.