Chapter 3: Teasing Becca
Becca got home late that night, sliding into bed and giving Doug a quick kiss before fallong asleep, while his thoughts churned over the sight of her lips wrapped around another dick.
For a week, they moved through their life like ghosts haunting a familiar house. Doug went to his office, filed his reports, attended pointless meetings. Becca did the laundry, went to the gym, made dinners that were eaten in front of the television. There was more silence than usual, but Doug simply claimed he was lost in thought about work.
A few nights later, after finding himself growing increasingly horny thinking about the scene at the strip club, Doug pulled Becca towards him in bed, pushing her down to his lap as he laid back, urging her to suck him off.
Becca obliged, licking his length with a lopsided smile before softly bobbkng her head in his lap. He tried to focus on just the sensation, but his mind was replaying the scene of her with another man, over and over.
Doug ran his fingers through her hair, watching her work his shaft diligently, and then with a deep breath he decided to take a big step. His voice was low, a rough whisper against the quiet of the room. “You look so good like this,” he breathed.
A soft, distracted moan was her only reply.
He pulled back slightly, watching her face. “No, I mean… you just have a mouth made for it. For sucking cock.”
Becca’s eyes fluttered open. In the dim light from the hallway, they looked wide, uncertain. “What?”
“Your lips,” Doug continued, rolling his hips slowly, deliberately. “The way they pout. I think about it sometimes. When I’m at work. I think about how fucking perfect your mouth looks wrapped around a dick.”
She blinked up at him, a flicker of something—alarm, intrigue—crossing her features before it was schooled into wifely bemusement. “Oh, is that right? I'm glad you think so, I do love this cock of yours.” She punctuated her sentence woth a kiss to his tip before wriggling up along his body sensually, pressing his now rock hard cock to her pussy.
A dark, thrilling heat was spreading through him, fueled by the secret he held and the taboo he was probing. “Mmmhmm, just my cock? Have you ever thiught about others?"
He thrust into her as he asked her, earning a genuine gasp.
“I don't know, maybe, not really,” she said, but her protest was weak, her body arching to meet his next stroke.
“Why not?” He grinned, a predatory flash in the dark. “It’s kind of hot. Thinking of you, on your knees, opening your mouth for some other, big, hard, dick.” He thrust up into her slowly with each word, trying to prolong his own orgasm as he felt his excitement grow. Becca's pussy clenched as he said it, betraying her thoughts, and she let out a quiet moan.“You’d be so good at it. I know you would. You’d love the way it feels, wouldn’t you? Having your mouth full with some eager new cock?”
“That’s crazy,” she whispered, but her hands were clutching his back now, her legs tightening around his hips. Her arousal was betraying her, a slick heat he could feel as he moved.
“It’s not crazy. It’s just a thought.” He was pounding into her now, the bedframe tapping a frantic rhythm against the wall. His own climax was building, coiling tight in his gut, but it was tied inextricably to the image in his head—her, swallowing another man. "Say it,” he grunted, his control slipping. “You're thinking about another cock right now, aren't you?”
Her eyes were locked on his, a tumultuous sea of blue confusion and rising lust. Her mouth fell open in a barely audible moan as her fingers found her clit. She looked down at him and whispered, "Yes." as her hips rocked, a tremor rippling through her body.
"Thinking about how it would feel between your lips, feeling us both fill you with cum." Becca shuddered, losing control, her hips rolling as she bent forward over him. Her lithe body was rigid as she ground her clit against him, edging towards orgasm. "Say it." Doug repeated.
Becca shuddered, her orgasm approaching. "I want to suck another cock. Mmm, fuck so close baby. I want his cum."
"And I want to watch you swallow it down, like a thirsty slut." Doug said, his balls tightening. Becca shot upright as she came, hips rocking frantically as she screamed out in orgasm.
Doug felt her pussy clench around him, milking his own release from him. He grabbed her hips, slamming her down onto him as he thrust up, filling her with his hot cum. They rode out their climaxes together, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths ragged.
As they came down from their high, Becca collapsed onto Doug's chest, her body limp and spent. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he kissed the top of her "That's my good girl," he murmured. Becca's body shuddered in response to his praise.
She looked up at him, her eyes still glazed over from her orgasm. "I've never... I've never said anything like that before," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Doug smiled, running his fingers through her hair. "I know. But it's okay. It's just us, and it's a fantasy. There's nothing wrong with that."
She nodded, but Doug could see the wheels turning in her head. He knew she was thinking about the strip club, about the men she had sucked off. He could see the guilt in her eyes, but also the excitement.
"I like seeing you be a little thirsty for cum." Doug said, running a thumb across her lips. "Like I said, this mouth was made for cock."
Becca smirked and lifted her hips, letting his cock slip from her before sliding down his body. "If you say so." She said, smirking at him with his dick resting against her lips, before she took him back into her mouth.
Doug groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she began to suck him off again. He could feel the heat of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue as she swirled it around his shaft.
His fingers tangled in her blonde hair, gripping tightly as she took him deeper, her throat working around his cock. Doug moaned, his hips jerking slightly, unable to resist the sensation of her lips wrapped around him.
"Fuck, Becca," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You feel so good."
She hummed around his cock, the vibration making him shudder. Doug could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening against his body. He wanted to see her face as he came, to watch her swallow every drop.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with need.
Becca pulled back slightly, her eyes fluttering open.
She looked up at Doug, her lips glistening with his precum, her cheeks flushed. Doug's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her, his cock throbbing in her mouth, her hand moving between her legs.
"Do you wish that was someone else's cock between your lips right now?" Doug demanded, his cock throbbing as he anticipated her answer.
Becca responded with a muffled "Mmphh" as her hand's movements quickened. "Answer me." Doug said again.
Becca took his cock briefly from her mouth to say "Someone... else's..." Before plunging it back between her lips. Her body shook as her orgasm grew closer, her hand frantic.
"Say it loid enough the neighbor's could hear. Say you want more cock." Doug continued, on the edge himself. He just needed to push her over before he could let himself go.
Becca moaned again around his shaft and then said, loudly, "I want more... cock." as her orgasm ripped through her. She stuffed Doug's cock hungrily back in her mouth as he started to cum as well, his cum splattering against her face before she could hungrily suck him dry between shuddering screams.
Doug patted her hair and said "Good girl." as she milked the last few drops out of him, audibly gulping them down like a starving woman. She copied up next to him after, cuddled into his side, before falling asleep with her hand wrapped around his dick.