The Range Rover crunched into the driveway, headlights sweeping across the quiet street. Rachel leaned across the console, her lips brushing Tim’s ear.
“Up for something naughty?” she whispered.
Tim laughed under his breath. “Rach, you nutter, what the fuck now?”
“The Andersons have a gorgeous pool.” She gestured with her head towards the other side of the gate, cloaked in darkness. Her lips grazed his chin as she whispered, “Fuck me in it!”
She grinned, grabbed his hand, and they ran barefoot, slipping through the gate, the pool shimmering like liquid sapphire. Rachel shimmied out of her dress and dove cleanly in, flashing her butt as she disappeared beneath the water.
“Rachel!” Tim hissed, panicked. “We could get caught!”
“No shit, Sherlock! That’s the fun of it.” She surfaced with a grin, wrapping herself around him. Their laughter turned to gasps as he pressed her against the pool’s edge, kissing her with frantic hunger. The thrill of being caught twisted into the heat of every movement.
***
Rachel blinked, the scene dissolving. She was on their Chesterfield, the leather cool against her palms, her chest rising too quickly. She’d dozed off, and her mind was still foggy with it. God, she missed those days. The version of herself who was bold, daring, irresistible. The version of Tim who couldn’t keep his hands off her.
Lately, they’d slipped into a rut. Fourteen years of marriage, and the comfort that once felt secure now left her restless. They weren’t unhappy, but the spark had dulled. Becoming Mrs Rachel Benton had been a wonderful step for her, but somehow, life had just lost its vibrance lately. Maybe it was just too safe, too easy? New positions, toys, little suggestions — she’d shut them down before they could reignite anything. He’d stopped trying. She couldn’t even blame him.
“Rach?”
She looked up to find Tim standing in the doorway, keys in hand. “I’ve got to run to the airport. Becca’s flight’s landing. Want to come?”
She looked at him through the lens of her dream and realised once again just how attractive her husband really was. She forced a smile. “No, you go. I’ll be fine here.” Although she didn’t really know why she wasn’t going along. This was just habit now, perhaps.
His brow furrowed faintly, and his shoulders dropped a little, but he nodded and left.
The door clicked shut. Silence. Rachel exhaled, pressing her head back against the couch. Her body was still humming from the dream, a raw ache settling between her thighs. It wasn’t just the fantasy that had her restless — it was the memory of what she and Tim used to be. What they weren’t anymore.
Her hand slid beneath her hem, fingers tracing familiar territory as her eyes closed again. She tried to remind herself of his touch, and how she used to crave it. If Tim couldn’t give her the thrill she craved, she would have to take the edge off herself.
***
Tim slid behind the wheel, glancing once at the house as it slipped from view.
When he’d called her name, he’d caught a glimmer in Rachel’s eyes — playful, almost naughty. It vanished quickly, but it reminded him of the woman who used to drag him into trouble without a second thought.
They needed to break out of this rut. He was full of pent-up desires, frustrated thinking that the things that he thought he had simply not experienced with Rachel yet were actually gone forever. And he couldn’t shake the feeling Rachel must be restless too, or at least he hoped she shared some of his sense of loss.
***
Tim waited at the arrivals hall, scanning the stream of passengers as they spilled through the sliding doors. Rachel had asked him to do this — pick up Becca, the daughter of a client, who would be staying with them for a while.
“It’s just a favour,” she’d said. “She needs a place while she gets settled, and she can help with the dogs.”
He’d never met her before but spotted her instantly. Becca moved through the crowd with a kind of careless grace, tugging a suitcase behind her. Her hair was loose from the flight, her lips slightly parted as she searched the hall. Younger than he’d pictured, but not timid. Her eyes found his, locking for a beat too long.
“Mr. Benton?”
“Tim,” he corrected, his voice lower than he meant.
They both reached for her suitcase. Their fingers collided, skin brushing, neither of them moving quite fast enough to pull away. A jolt shot through him, sharper than it should have been for something so small. She laughed softly, nervous and playful, tucking her caramel hair behind her ear. He tried not to let his eyes linger on the cute little cheekbones, the softness of her smile, and the summer dress that clung to every youthful curve and contour so perfectly.
“Sorry,” she said.
“Don’t be,” he answered before he could stop himself. He hefted the bag easily, leading her toward the car park.
The silence in the car was only just made bearable by the hum of traffic, the purr of the engine and the faint vanilla scent of her perfume threading into the air. Tim gripped the wheel harder than necessary, fighting the urge to look — failing. Her profile in the dash glow was delicate, her knee brushing the console as she shifted.
“How was the flight?” he asked, just to steady himself. He was jittery and awkward, and hated himself for it. And for letting it show.
“Long,” she said with a faint smile. “But worth it.” She tilted toward him, eyes catching his again. Her cute Canadian accent made her only stand out further compared to British voices he was so used to. For an instant, the air between them thickened, electric.
Tim forced his gaze back to the road. She was a guest. A favour. And he had a wife waiting at home.
He wasn’t going to cave. He was better than that, surely.
But the thought of it was already alive in his bloodstream.
***
The first days at the house passed in a blur of polite rhythm. Becca unpacking, settling in, padding barefoot across the hardwood floors and relaxing around the house in her pyjamas in the mornings, as though she’d always been there. They all chatted and got to know Becca quickly, who seemed willing to share her story. Currently single and looking for adventure after a rough break up, Becca was light, fun and uncomplicated. They often found themselves laughing at the silly little Canadian phrases she would use, or how often they would completely misunderstand each other.
She was quick to help, which was never expected, but further endeared her to her hosts — stacking plates, taking care of the dogs, offering more than anyone had asked of her. Becca was always considerate and respectful, full of compliments towards the Bentons and their beautiful home. It should have been ordinary, even sweet.
But nothing about it felt ordinary.
Tim’s eyes strayed when they shouldn’t. The toss of her hair and the little dimples in her cheeks when she laughed, the hem of her dress lifting and the shape of her leg as she slid her foot into her shoe, the dip of her neckline. Normal everyday actions that somehow felt like a constant erotic parade, to Tim. He told himself it was harmless, but the glances came too often, the weight of them harder to disguise.
Rachel noticed. She always noticed. Sometimes it was the look in Tim’s eyes, sometimes her own — catching herself watching Becca move through a room, feeling something stir she couldn’t quite name. Somewhere between admiration of her youth, and a painful reminder of the sensual young woman Rachel used to be, what felt like only moments ago. It all stirred into a confusing mix of fascination and desire.
Becca remained seemingly innocent, smiling, helpful, a touch too unguarded. Trouble wrapped in softness. And though no lines had been crossed, the house itself seemed charged, warmer, restless, as though waiting for someone to strike a match. Suddenly, the previously quiet, sedate little country house was a tinderbox.
***
Rachel tapped the rim of her mug with a spoon, her gaze drifting toward the ceiling where Becca’s room sat above. The girl had slept late again. Not surprising after her first week in London, but it gave her an idea.
She slid a hot mug of tea across the counter toward Tim.
“Why don’t you take this up to her?” she said, tone light, almost offhand. “I’d hate for it to go cold.”
Tim looked up, frowning. “Me? She’ll be sleeping. That’s a bit intrusive. Wouldn’t it be better if you—”
“Go on,” Rachel cut in smoothly, her smile curving just enough. “She’ll appreciate it, I’ve no doubt at all.”
Tim hesitated, feeling a little surprised, but sensing that his wife’s mind was made up and clearly had sound reasoning behind it somewhere. He picked up the drink and headed upstairs. Rachel leaned back against the counter, listening for the faint creak of the floorboards above.
At Becca’s door, he stopped. It was cracked slightly, and through the gap he heard it — a soft moan. His hand tightened on the saucer.
He shifted his stance, angling just enough to see.
Becca lay beneath the thin white sheet, her back arched, nipples pressing against the fabric in sharp peaks. Her hand moved in slow circles near her hips, the sheet shifting with every stroke. Another moan slipped from her lips, unguarded and aching. There was no doubt what she was doing.
“Fuck…” Tim groaned under his breath, the sound torn from him before he could stop it. The sudden burn of spilled tea snapped him back — it had sloshed over the rim onto his hand. He cursed softly, but didn’t turn away. He couldn’t. And she had almost definitely heard him anyway.
He had to bring her the tea. There was no way he could walk back downstairs and explain to Rachel why he hadn’t.
He knocked, forcing steadiness into his voice.
“Mm? Come in,” Becca’s drowsy voice answered.
He pushed the door open slowly. She startled at first, then caught herself, eyes glinting. She sat up a little with deliberate slowness, the sheet slipping down until one nipple was bare, the pink peak tight and shameless in the morning light.
Tim froze, the tray balanced stiffly in his hands, his gaze locked before he could tear it away.
Becca let him stare a moment longer before tugging the sheet back up, although only just over her nipple, a mischievous curl at her mouth.
“Thank you,” she murmured as she reached for the cup, letting her fingers graze his. “That’s sweet of you.”
Tim swallowed hard, heat crawling up his neck. “Rachel… Rachel figured you’d be dying for a cuppa.”
“A what?” She blinked.
“A cuppa. Tea. Cup of tea. No self-respecting Brit can possibly start the day without one.” Tim leaned and popped the mug down on the chest of drawers by her bed.
Her smile widened as if she expected nothing less, before lying contentedly back down in her warm, comfy bed. “Well, thank you, Rachel, then. How very kind of her,” She moaned through another slight stretch, she raised her elbows above her head and wiggled her hips from side to side, loosening up. Tim’s eyes reluctantly swept across her too, captivated by the way her breasts pointed straight to the heavens, her nipples peaking the thin sheet, and drawing out the lean, perfect lines of her middle. A dangerous smile curled at her lips, knowing just what she was doing to him, before Tim slipped back out the door.
***
Rachel sipped her coffee, listening for his steps. He had paused for a good moment outside her door. When Tim finally came back down, his face was carefully blank, but the flush along his neck told her everything she needed to know.
She smiled into her mug. Just as she suspected. And Tim wondered for a moment if he hadn’t just been played slightly.
***
Later that morning, Rachel found herself in the garden with Becca who had offered to help plant the new flowers she bought. She shaded her eyes, watching Becca kneel in the garden bed, gently patting the soil around the newly planted peonies. Her dress had ridden up the back of her thighs, the sun painting her skin warm and golden.
“You’re very pretty, Becca,” Rachel said softly.
Becca glanced up, startled. A blush rose across her cheeks. “Oh—I… thank you.”
Rachel smiled faintly, brushing soil from her hands. “I used to be like you once. Always the centre of attention. Always finding ways to tease Tim until he couldn’t think straight.”
Becca lowered her gaze, fingers stilling on a stem. “Really?”
Rachel nodded, her eyes distant but her voice steady. “I used to seduce him in the strangest places. At parties, his office, once even in the Andersons’ pool.” A small laugh escaped her. “He never knew what hit him.” Her smile dropped a little. “Back when I was… you know.”
Becca’s lips parted, as though she wasn’t sure what to say. She still saw the beauty in Rachel. It seemed strange to hear Rachel stuck in the past tense, when Becca didn’t even see her age. All she saw was experience, elegance and effortless sexuality. She almost envied Rachel for her class and timeless, captivating beauty.
Rachel tilted her head, studying her. “I see that same spark in you. That same… trouble. And Tim sees it too.”
The air between them went still, heavy with unspoken things.
“You know,” Rachel said quietly, “when Tim came back downstairs after taking you your tea this morning, he looked… unsettled. His cheeks were flushed, and let’s just say his trousers weren’t doing much to hide how he felt. I take it you gave him quite a view?”
Becca froze mid-movement, colour flooding her face. “Rachel…” She sat back on her heels, twisting the hem of her dress between her fingers. “I swear, I don’t mean to cause trouble.”
Rachel tilted her head, her smile faint but deliberate. “Trouble isn’t always such a bad thing.”
Becca swallowed, her voice dropping low. “Tim is… incredibly handsome. You’re a very fortunate woman, Rachel. Those dark eyes of his. Sometimes I get carried away. I laugh too easily, touch an arm too long. It feels playful in the moment, but then I remember — I’m not supposed to tease men. Especially married ones.”
Rachel studied her, the corner of her mouth curving. “And yet, you do.”
Becca lowered her gaze, her blush deepening. “Not always. But with Tim, I’m sorry, Rachel. It’s like I can’t seem to help it.”
Rachel set the fork aside and crouched beside her, voice low and steady. “Then don’t.”
Becca’s eyes flicked up, startled.
Rachel held her gaze. “Tim has been bored, Becca. Restless. I’ve seen it for months. Maybe we both have. And you… you bring something out of him. I noticed it the moment you walked through the door.”
Becca shook her head faintly. “Rachel, I—”
“Don’t look so frightened,” Rachel murmured, her tone softening, almost affectionate. “I’m not angry. Quite the opposite. You make him feel alive again. And if you keep teasing him — laughing, leaning close, giving him just enough to chase — you’ll see it happen. He’ll come back to life, the old Tim again. And when he does…” She paused, her smile turning almost wistful. “So will I.”
Becca sat frozen, soil clinging to her gloves, the weight of the words sinking in.
***
The three of them lingered at the table over a light lunch, the dogs sprawled lazily at their feet. Tim’s phone buzzed against the wood, and his expression soured as he checked the screen.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Sorry, you two.” He pushed back his chair, already half-standing. “I’ve got to go in. Deadline on this audit just got moved up, and I need to work on a few files that can’t leave the office.”
Rachel set her fork down with a small sigh. “On a Saturday?”
Tim gave a helpless shrug. “I know. It shouldn’t take long.”
Rachel’s eyes lifted to Becca, holding them for a beat — steady, deliberate.
Becca’s stomach fluttered. She smoothed the napkin in her lap, then cleared her voice. “Well… maybe it doesn’t have to be wasted time. I’d love to see more of the city. And your office, if you don’t mind the company.”
Tim froze, caught between them. Rachel’s face remained composed, almost casual, though the weight of her gaze lingered on Becca.
“That’s a lovely idea,” Rachel said at last, her tone even. “You won’t be bored, and we’ll still have the evening together.”
Tim swallowed, uncertain. “If you’re sure.” Both excited and slightly apprehensive at the thought of spending so long alone and enclosed in Becca’s company.
Becca smiled quickly, pushing back her chair. “Then I’ll just get changed. Something more office-approps.” The childish term lightened the mood, a reminder to the married couple to enjoy Becca’s youth and lightness, rather than fear it.
She left the room, footsteps light on the stairs. Tim’s eyes followed despite himself. Rachel’s eyes followed too, before she caught herself, and caught the same flicker in Tim’s eyes. Then she reached calmly for her glass of water, hiding the faint curve of her lips.
***
Tim unlocked the glass doors, holding them open as Becca stepped into the quiet reception. The office was nearly deserted, the hum of the lights and the faint echo of their footsteps filling the space.
“Not many people in on Saturdays,” Tim explained as he led her down the corridor. “It’s easier to focus without the noise.”
Becca smiled faintly, hugging her light jacket around her shoulders. “Makes sense.”
When they reached his private office, he ushered her inside and moved behind his desk, powering on the computer, shuffling through folders. Becca lingered near the shelves, glancing at framed certificates and the neat rows of files.
“Sorry to drag you along,” Tim said, his tone polite, distracted as he pulled a stack of papers free. “It shouldn’t take long.”
“Don’t worry about me,” she said with a playful smile. “I like seeing where you work. This place really suits you.”
Becca slipped her jacket off and draped it neatly over the back of a chair. Tim looked up — and froze.
Her dress was shorter and tighter than he’d imagined, clinging to her curves with every movement. She smoothed the fabric down as if it were the most natural thing in the world, then perched lightly on the edge of his desk.
“Becca, is that really what you call office-approps?” Tim asked, trying not to sound challenging.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Is it, um, too—?” Becca chewed her lip, looking down at herself. Playfully acting insecure. She was not going to tell him that it was a dress Rachel had suggested she wear.
“It’s actually very beautiful. But on a busy day here, looking like that, you may distract some people. Or cause traffic accidents… or start holy wars.” Tim couldn’t help adding on the flirtatious, excessive compliment.
Becca simply smiled in response, her breasts rising with her cute shrug. “Ok, Tim. Well, lucky there’s only you here to distract today, then.”
Tim’s throat tightened. He tried to focus on the numbers on the page, but his eyes kept drifting back to her — legs crossed, hem riding higher, her hair catching the afternoon light as she leaned closer to scan a file on his desk.
“You’re making sure everything balances, right?” Becca asked, her tone lilting. “Reconciling income, expenses, checking for errors? Possibly fraud?” She tilted her head, eyes glittering. “Sounds important.”
Tim blinked. “That’s… exactly it.” He raised an impressed eyebrow and nodded.
Becca grinned, tapping the corner of the ledger with one finger. “See? Not just a pretty face, you know.”
He knew he should let the line go but instead answered, “Well, Becca, your face is far from all that’s pretty about you,” looking into her eyes as intently as he dared.
She accepted the compliment silently, with a gracious smile. She shifted back, stretching slightly as though to ease her shoulders. The hem of her dress crept higher, and Tim swallowed hard, trying again to focus on to the spreadsheet in front of him.
But the numbers blurred, his concentration shredded.
Becca let a file slip from her lap onto the carpet. “Oops.” She leaned forward to retrieve it, the neckline drooping and the dress riding scandalously up her thighs as she bent. For a moment, Tim caught the curve of bare breast and the very top of her thigs, and his pen dug into the paper hard enough to nearly tear it.
She straightened slowly, folder in hand, a faint, mischievous smile curving her lips. “Clumsy of me,” she murmured, perching back onto the desk as though nothing had happened. She was close enough from Tim to reach over and touch now, if he wanted. And he desperately wanted to.
Tim cleared his throat, his voice taut. “No harm done.” The move was flirting 101, and they both knew it.
Becca tilted her head, eyes flicking over him with a lazy kind of interest. “You seem tense. Is work always like this for you? Or…” Her lips curved further.
Tim’s pulse thundered. He gripped the edge of the desk, trying to keep his composure. Becca wasn’t his wife. He had no business even entertaining the thoughts that were flying through his head.
But the way she looked at him — playful, curious, daring — made it almost impossible to think of anything beyond how he longed to pull her into his lap. Or onto the desk. Or against the wall. Or the floor.
He overtly shook his head and forced his mind to clear. “Tim, get it together,” he muttered, then cleared his throat. He tried to turn his attention back to the numbers, but he knew it was hopeless. After a few more minutes of staring at a screen and taking nothing in, he gave up. He dropped his pen, leaned back in his chair and looked up at Becca. He sighed and in the fashion of a true auditor, he tried to straighten out what he was feeling. He’d known this woman less than a week, but he felt so close to her, and so painfully attracted to her.
Attraction alone he could ignore, but Becca made him laugh, made him nervous, energised and excited him. She was fascinating, they never ran short of conversation for even a second. It wasn’t like him to think such things, but he wondered if she really was just the miracle that his recently boring, grey and compromised life desperately needed. And, unless he’d drastically misread the signs here, she was clearly trying to seduce him. She was still standing, slowly roaming the room. She felt Tim’s gaze hold on her for longer than normal, and she saw something in his eyes she hadn’t seen before. An energy full of heat, an instinct as old to humankind as breathing and hunting, and one that every cell of her body responded to. “Ok, Becca. You win.”
She turned away briefly, suddenly slightly wrong-footed by him, and looked up towards the shelf on the wall, taking a few steps towards it. She knew Tim’s eyes were following, and she felt a tremble through her as she raised her hands up towards the shelf, knowing the hemline of her dress would follow upwards too. Suddenly, she gave a heavy gasp as she heard Tim’s footsteps and suddenly felt his hands grasp her. She had time only for the tiniest peep of a laugh before he spun her around, crashing her to the wall and pressing his mouth onto hers.
“Mmm, Becca, oh fuck,” Tim sighed in delight as she opened her mouth to his tongue and willingly met it with her own. His hands gripped tight at her side as his whole body pressed against her. Becca’s arms flew for him too, finally touching the firm and taut torso she’d been so desperate to get her hands on since the moment she’d first seen him. Her heart began to pound and her legs instinctively opened for him, one thigh lifting and wrapping around him as she felt the urgent press of his groin into hers. They each moaned into the others mouth as they soon started to grind against each other.
“Oh yes, Tim. Oh hell yes,” was all Becca could manage, feeling something needed to be said but lost for words. Tim’s hands were roving over her, stroking her thighs, her sides, arms, and up her neck. She quaked as his fingers drove tantalisingly into her soft hair, bunching it a little. He rocked his hips again, pressing in just the right spot. “Mmm, ooohh,” she purred out.
Tim gave up restraint. Some part of him knew this was wrong and bad, but all he could feel was pleasure, desire and elation. He wasn’t acting with intention or thought now, simply responding to the call of his soul and his needs. He found the zip running down the side of her dress and tugged, opening her, undoing her covering just as she had undone him. He backed off her from a moment, making enough space to pull the tiny little dress away completely, leaving her in nothing but her heels. He gasped to himself, he hadn’t even realised she’d been wearing nothing beneath the dress but knowing it now the thought made his cock tremble.
“My god, Becca, you drive me fucking crazy.” It came out as a deep sounds, as if risen from somewhere deep in his innards. His eyes were fire as he stared into her as if witnessing every wonder of the world, “I fucking want you!”
She responded, “then take me, Tim”, and her body responded too, her insides clenching and flooding. Her hands shot down to his belt and began frantically pulling and working at it. Tim helped and the moment it was gone and his fly open, her hands dove in, with a playful sigh of delight as she wrapped a hand around his length, the other pushing the chinos and underwear downwards. Her eyes opened wide at its size as she enjoyed its feel in her grip. It was a beautiful cock, the weapon of a mature, real man. She raised her thigh again, leaning back to the wall, opening up an angle between them, lining him up. And with one clench of his butt, the head of his cock slid between her folds and into her warmth.
Tim’s mouth opened, as he leaned in, the head of his cock pushing through the tight muscle. He fought to stay calm, as his body realised this was really happening. She was tight, very tight. Just like the rest of her body; lithe, muscular and taut, like a brand new toy fresh out of its box. He resisted the temptation to pound hard at her, and instead used his hands and eyes to take in every sensation, every reflex of her muscles and flesh. He felt her abs tremble and her breasts heave as he slowly edged further and further inside her. Pleasure was drawn all over her, and nowhere more than her face as he kissed her again, driving the last little bit of his length home, his pelvis softly kissing her mound as she threw her arms tight around him and raised her other thigh, squealing in bliss.
Tim took all of her weight now and leaned fully against her. She felt tiny and light, easily held in place by his frame. The connection was intense, her tits crushed against him, and he rocked and rotated his hips, experimenting with the feel of being at full depth inside her. He brought both hands beneath her thighs giving him more control and began to slowly stroke in and out, little movements that raked his shaft over her sensitive flesh. He felt her breathing and every little sigh and moan as they found a slow calm rhythm, feeding his meaty length into her. His kisses trailed down her shoulder, and on until his tongue swirled over the solid peak of her nipple. He claimed it between his lips and sucked and flicked at it.
“My word, you’re so beautiful, Becca,” Tim said, earning a knee-trembling giggle from her.
“Oh, thank you. You’re, just, oh, you’re perfect, Tim. Your body… and your cock feels incredible. So, oh, fuck, it's so good.” She whimpered.
“I don’t want to hurt you with it. You’re so tight,” Tim marked his point with a few firmer, faster bucks of his hips, his jaw tightening a little as he sucked her breast into his mouth, her whole body jerking and shaking as he pounded her.
“Oh don’t worry about me, Tim. I’m…” She sighed, struggling to talk. “Just fuck me. Fuck me any way you want. Fuck me hard, Tim.”
The words broke Tim. He pulled back a moment, lowering Becca to the floor, before spinning her around. “Hands on the wall.” He whispered into her ear as he pressed against her back. His fingers rolled over her hip and down between her legs, placing a few strokes and rubs on her clit before pressing the head of his cock against her slickened lips. They each rolled and manoeuvred their hips as instinct directed them, and in one smooth glide, Tim filled her pussy once more. Guttural deep moans and groans bellowed from them both as he drove into her, fully, then back, and in again. Over and over, his hips slapped against the firm flesh of her butt, his cock throbbing and stretching her as he pounded into her. He paused at moments, savouring the depth and the feel of her clenching at him. At others, he paused with just the tip there, sliding it back and forwards, making her sigh and peep with the different sensations.
Her hand dropped from the wall and began circling her clit fast. Her tits flailed as his hands groped and kneaded them. He palmed and felt every part of her, totally enraptured by the smooth perfection of her skin. He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged gently. Her head turned towards him, a look of delirious ecstasy melting his heart and stiffening his cock even further, surprising Tim that he could even get any harder. He sank his teeth playfully into her neck and felt a shiver run right through her. She clenched at his cock inside her, and her fingers stopped moving, simply clamping down tight onto her clit.
“Oh, yes, fuck, Tim. I’m gonna—” Tim gave a new burst of driving, hard deep thrusts, helping her over the edge. She yelled out, and her whole body tensing and clamping, before opening up, as if bursting out. She flooded with wetness and crashed into her climax with noisy, wild abandon. She clamped Tim’s arms around herself and bucked her hips back to him, claiming him and pulling him in hard.
Tim fought to hold on until she’d started to descend, wanting her to feel his orgasm fully. But he knew he wouldn’t hold on for long. Becca was now panting, flopping and squirming in his arms, her weight heavier and softer. She twisted around, broke their contact for a moment, leaving Tim free of her as she spun around to face him again.
“I want to see this, see you,” she peeped. She grabbed Tim’s ass in one hand and his cock in the other, and pulled him back in, feeding him straight back inside her. She kept one foot flat on the floor this time, raising one thigh high and wide again, and Tim gave a long puffing exhale as he went straight back to pounding hard, intent strokes into Becca’s perfect little cunt. Soon enough, she was back to calling out his name and panting hard, as they smiled into each other’s eyes. Her fingers found her clit again, her mouth a beaming wide grin of pleasure.
“I’m getting close, Becca.” Tim pinched and pulled her nipple as he rolled his hips and circled his cock inside her. “Do you need me to stop? I’m gonna—”
“Don’t you fucking dare stop!” Becca’s reply sent a shockwave of arousal through every cell of his being. “Don’t ever stop fucking me, Tim. Fuck me. Cum in me. Oh, yes!” She carried on. Tim was helplessly spellbound by her words, her tits, her mouth, and the sucking, gripping tightness of her pussy.
There were no more words as he crashed his lips against hers, tongue fucking her mouth as his hips flailed and bucked and hammered at her. Their bodies shook, sweat flew from them until Tim finally felt it take hold of him. He locked, rigid and firm, giving a deep animal cry as he finally bust. His cock swelled and throbbed inside her as he felt like he could tear her in two, jets and burst of his cum flooding into her, over and over. He locked in deep and drained the moment for every second her could prolong it, until finally he settled and calmed.
The couple held each other, kisses, giggles and wordless sighs filling the silence. He lowered her to her feet, slipping from her as he softened and missing the feel of being inside her instantly.
“Becca, that was—wow, I mean, I don’t even know… but—”
She silenced him with a kiss and cupped his chin. “In-fucking-credible, Tim.” Their eyes locked, and a lump formed in his throat. “Now shush, silly man. Don’t say anything you’ll regret.”
“Just tell me you’re ok. I haven’t just totally fucked up, or hurt you, have I?”
Becca rolled her eyes teasingly, “Of course I’m ok, Tim. And I definitely hope that can happen again, but I’m not going to get in the way of you and Rachel, don’t worry. You don’t need to worry about her. It’ll all be great, you’ll see.”
The mention of his wife’s name was enough to silence Tim for a moment. How long had he needed that? How long since they’d done anything so adventurous? How had things fallen apart so badly?
“You really think?” he murmured, suddenly a little unsure, trying not to think forward
“I know it, Tim. She sent you to my room this morning for a reason. And she encouraged me to be here, with you. Trust me, it’ll all be ok.”
Tim simply gazed into her eyes. “Thank you, Becca. God, you’re incredible.”
“I know,” Becca quipped, with a wiggle of her eyebrows and a sparkle in her bright blue eyes. “But now, go and get on with your work and get it done. Before I can’t help myself and start fucking you again.”
“You’re going to have to put something back on then,” Tim said, as he slowly backed his weight off Becca. “If we actually want to get out of here.”
“Deal. For now.” Becca closed the conversation with a kiss on the end of his nose and a gentle shove, with two hands on his chest.
