I love my wife, a gorgeous Filipina with a sex drive strong enough to tire out even the biggest fuckboi like me. We got married this past year, and after the kind of life of sexual misadventures and debauchery I led before meeting her I chose to stay faithful and abandon the sordid lifestyle of my youth. No more variety for me! And I was true to my word…in my line of work as a massage therapist I meet a lot of beautiful women and I’m no stranger to having steamy flings in the office, so when I would meet attractive women after marriage I would just acknowledge their attractiveness and move on… That is until Becca.
The first time I met Becca I was doing coverage work for my brother until he recovered from his surgery. It was covid time in NYC but the severe restrictions were just lifted. It was mid august when she walked into my room. The face mask she wore didn’t detract from her beauty…her round almond shaped dark brown eyes glimmered as she glanced me over. Her voice was so playful and had a hint of a certain naughtiness to it. She cheerfully asked me who I was, flirtatiously playing with her long wavy brown hair with sexy blond highlights. I tried my best not to gawk but not checking out her body is akin to a grave sin; 5”5 frame, covered with loose enough overalls that still outline her small waist, perky tits, and a perfect round butt… She complained about gaining weight during the lockdown, something I shut down quick by giving her a reassuring compliment. Her fun and flirtatious energy aroused me, sending my mind into a frenzy…as did the huge wedding ring on her hand.
I called my brother right after Rebecca left to ask him about her. He said Rebecca is half German and half Venezuelan and that she is the wife of a patient I used to work on back when I had his job full time, years ago. My brother continued by telling me she’s just a flirt but she might be open to a fling. I can’t deny that the thought hasn’t crossed my mind but I reassured my brother I have no intentions in acting like the playboy I was before marriage, my wife is more important to me.
But the seed was planted. I couldn’t get Becca off of my mind. I’d often justify my sexual fantasies about her as just that…fantasies. After all it isn’t infidelity if it’s all in the mind.
Becca and I had great chemistry and we became friendly very quickly. Along with that friendship came a subtle and almost unbearable game of teasing. I would tease her sensually with my massages but never take things further, just a light touch in the right places…a firm one in others… I could tell by the way she’d blush that she is attracted to me, as attracted to me as I am to her. Rebecca would in turn drive me crazy by strategically revealing more things about herself. Things like the utter sexual dissatisfaction she felt with her husband.
Yes, she insisted, that she loves him dearly, but he is a selfish lover…no foreplay…no follow through. She admitted that she loves to suck cock but she was mad at him one instance because he left her hanging after he got his. Or that he’d try to stimulate her with his fingers but couldn’t even find the clit. Becca would boast that she has so many guys who would fuck her in a heartbeat but she chooses to stay faithful to her husband. At least that’s what she said that time.
Her loose relationship with fidelity kept toying with me. She told me one day about how she, shortly before meeting her husband, had a fling with two Russian boys she met. She rejoiced in telling me the story of how she hung out with them all day, drinking and smoking…everything finally culminating in a hot threesome at a sleazy motel. She was proud of it. And I was entranced by the thought of this hottie getting spit roasted by two guys. Becca confided in me that she would never cheat on her husband but she misses those kinds of sexual adventures…well not “never,” only if discretion was guaranteed. I knew what she was hinting at…I felt the same way.
Out the window went my prior decision to remain faithful. Becca drove my mind wild before all the sexual revelations…before her subtle but clear signs of interest in fucking me. I always played it cool…I had to find a way to bring it up and push it to us getting physical. But how? I love my wife, and she has access to my phone…and aside from work where can I set this plan of mine into motion? Fuck it! I should see where how things will go.
Ever since she began teasing me with stories of her sexual past, and her dull current sex life…I was hooked. I couldn’t believe that she occupied my mind everyday. All I could think about was ravaging her body…of which I got to see more and more with every visit.
I couldn’t take it anymore…I had to have her. I was secure in the fact that Becca like myself would keep my secret, that if she and I were to start a hot passionate little fling like the universe intended…that both she and I would keep things discreet so as to not harm our respective marriages.
It was a week after NYE break. She came to the office all smiles with a bubbly energy to match. We spoke about our respective holidays and then I went for it.
“I don’t think I can treat you anymore, Becca.”
“Why?” She asked, with real concern in her eyes, “what’s wrong?”
“It would be inappropriate,” I said, hoping that she could see my smirk and expression through the face mask, “I had a very interesting dream about you over the weekend.”
“That’s…” she burst out laughing as she clutched my arm playfully, “that’s normal! It happens to everyone!”
“Yea, but I’m trying to be a good boy,” I continued confidently, “and you are making it…very hard.”
I winked at her, and I could tell through her eyes that she was smiling underneath her mask.
“Ok, no need to stop,” she continued, “I’ll just be sure to dress up like the hunchback of notre dame next time.”
“No!” I explained, “as much as I appreciate that…I love seeing you the way you are…and more”
We both laughed, and then she asked about my dream… I knew I had her hooked.
I described to her a dream of having a threesome with her and my wife, deliberately making it as juicy as possible.
“If only dreams came true eh?” I asked slyly.
“It doesn’t have to be a threesome,” she replied, “what your wife doesn’t know can’t hurt her.”
Before she could finish speaking I lent in, lowering her mask and cupping her chin with my hand as I began kissing her. She gave absolutely no resistance. We made out for a good minute before she whispered asking me to close the door to my room. It was game on!
I closed the door and sat back down in my chair, thanking God for slow days like today. She sat on my lap and we began to passionately kiss. Everything from her alluring scent to how titillating it felt touching her soft, smooth skin made me rock hard. I began getting a little more aggressive as I pulled her hair back, exposing her sexy neck. Her perfume driving me crazy with lust as I brush my nose along her neck, sniffing her and growling like a hungry animal. She quietly moaned, and held me tight, allowing me to ravage her more.
“I fucking want you,” I whispered, as I slipped my hand underneath her shirt…caressing slowly down under her jeans.
“What do you want to do to me?” She asked in a hushed moan.
“Make you wet as fuck”
“Mmm I’m already wet,” she said, compelling me to lift her off my lap and push her lightly against the door, facing away from me.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” I whispered in her ear, leaning in close and holding her hands above her head. She arched her back rubbing her perfect ass on my crotch, while I moved my free hand from her neck to her crutch…playing with her breasts as I make my way down.
“Fuck,” she moaned, “feels so good.”
My hand skillfully traveled under her pants and panties…past her clit and finally making a rest stop between her dripping wet pussy lips.
Kissing her neck and sucking her earlobe drove Becca crazy. I could tell she likes it rough as I started to gently choke her as I played with her engorged little clit.
As I thrust my hips into hers, grinding rhythmically, she pushed back against the door so she could feel my rock hard bulge.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Becca kept quietly repeating as her knees began to shake. Bingo!
She’s coming, and I am frenzied with a fulfilling sense of validation, grinning like a madman as I continue stimulating her juicy wet cunt.
Our joy was suddenly interrupted by a knock on my door, someone was trying to get in.
“Jack?” The voice of the front desk girl came from the other side as she fiddled with the door knob.
“I’m with a patient” I exclaimed, holding the knob and the door while Becca gets herself in order.
“5 minutes” I instructed.
Becca flustered to fix her clothes, her face completely flushed red. I couldn’t help but smile at her.
“We’ll do better next time” She said, walking over to me to give a passionate hug and kiss. I gave Becca my new fake email so we can communicate outside the office without our spouses finding out. And just like that she was on her way, leaving me with filthy thoughts of what just happened, along with a raging monster of a hard on for the remainder of the day.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m5sgy4/becca_part1
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