The following morning, I woke up in bed next to Becca. It felt like the ultimate betrayal. She was married! And here, the night before, she jerked me off while I breastfed and fingered her. We made a mess, showered, and went to bed. But in the middle of the night, I woke up to pee. I guess my stirring around woke her up, so she asked if I was okay.
“Fine,” I said. “Just need to pee.”
She smiled. When I came out of the bathroom, Becca was spotting my erection. She winked. I smirked. We fucked. We fucked hard. For almost an hour. Every position you can imagine. I ate her pussy. She sucked my cock. I flipped her over. I fingered her ass. She rode me. I sucked her nipples again, gulping down everything that filled my mouth.
Eventually, I ejaculated inside of her, snuggled up and fell asleep again.
So, when I woke up, I politely told her it wasn’t necessary for her to drive me home. I needed to clear my head. I felt … *weird.* And not because of the kinky shit. I felt weird because she was married, and even though they once discussed an open marriage, they never followed up.