After the escapism of Tim and Becca’s passionate tryst, Tim finally buried his head into his work. Becca sat quietly, reading a novel she’d found on Tim’s shelf and did her best not to distract him.
Except for the odd goofy grinning glance between the two, Tim finally got into his flow and finished his work.
By the time he rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock, it was nearly 4 p.m. The entire afternoon had slipped away. His stomach growled; he hadn’t realized how hungry he was. Becca must be feeling it too.
He fired off a quick message to Rachel, asking if she wanted to meet at the Rooftop Gardens for an early dinner. What he really needed was a drink — something to dull the edge. He tried to silence the confusing thoughts in his head and the quickening of his pulse, at the prospect of bringing Rachel and Becca back into the same place and time.
And as he looked at Becca again now, her lithe legs crossed one over the other, her posture straight and perfect, her breasts barely restrained in the little black wisp of a dress she had called office-approps he knew he needed to get out of there or he’d be yearning for her again in no time.
***
At the restaurant they slid into a booth. Tim tucked himself beside Rachel, needing that closeness — a reminder. This is my wife. This is normal. This is the woman I should crave. And he did, once. He still did, in flashes, but lately it felt harder to find.
He kissed the curve of her neck slower than usual, savouring the small catch in her breath. Something, maybe guilt, maybe just lingering energy from the afternoon’s events made him see her, really see her properly again. His hand slid under the table, fingers tracing lazy circles against the bare skin of her thigh. The flicker in her brown eyes — that seductive gleam he’d almost forgotten — stirred something deep inside him.
They ordered a bottle of Caymus, and the evening eased into laughter and warmth. Subtle flirting, shared stories. Becca and Rachel leaned toward each other, giggling over private jokes, their energy more playful with every glass. How could Becca possibly be so comfortable with Rachel, given what had happened? And how could he be so attracted to her, right now, when she’s side by side with his wife?
Tim’s phone buzzed, work again. He muttered an apology and stepped outside to take the call, grateful for a little bit of headspace.
Tim ended his phone call but stayed outside for a moment, watching the two ladies. He was a lucky man, but he knew he was in trouble. He wasn’t in control here and his heart pounded in fear as his wife chatted to the near stranger Tim had fucked only a few hours previously in his office. He was too far away to hear anything.
Another bottle had been opened — nearly finished. Rachel had moved across to sit with Becca, the two of them absorbed in a conversation that was at once serious and teasing. She shed her jacket without a shred of self-consciousness, sitting in what most people would consider nightwear. Her youthful, perfect beauty somehow only complemented and brightened his wife’s sophisticated and elegant classic knock-out looks as well, rather than dulling them through competition.
Becca made everything look effortless, peeling Rachel open, making her laugh in a way he hadn’t seen in years. He stood there, watching, caught between concern and desire.
Just as he started his walk back towards them, suddenly Rachel took Becca’s face in her hands and turned briefly serious. She whispered something to her that Tim could never have heard even if she’d shouted it. “So, Becca… did it happen as I’d said it would?”
They exchanged a silent look, and Becca simply gave a series of little nods and a happy sigh, her shoulders rising and falling in a way that could have started religious wars. Tim was lost and didn’t know what had been exchanged, but his eyebrows raised high as he watched Rachel give a subtle little laugh and then kiss Becca softly on the cheek before letting her go.
Becca met his eyes, smirking deliberately, as he wandered back to the table, smiling happily, and nervously at them both.
Becca shut out the fact that she had lied, at least by omission. Rachel had predicted that Tim would drool over her, and just how he would stammer and struggle around her. But Becca knew she had never expected what really happened. But, Becca felt pretty confident it must have been an outcome she had considered, and now was too late to feel bad about it. She had her own fun to think about, and right now, pressed tight up beside Rachel, who seemed to be pawing and stroking at her keenly, she was full of the prospect of a very happy outcome to the whole thing.
“I’m keeping your wife over here with me,” she teased, draping an arm across the back of the booth. “We have some important matters to discuss.”
Rachel burst into laughter, Becca joining her a heartbeat later, their giggles tumbling together like they’d known each other forever.
Tim hesitated, then slid into the empty seat across from them.
Rachel’s smile lingered as she turned toward him. “Baby,” she said lightly, her tone playful but edged with intent, “Becca told me today she thinks you’re attractive.” She tilted her head, watching him closely. “Do you think she’s attractive?”
Tim blinked, caught off guard. “Rach, steady on,” he jabbed, trying to sound amused more than nervous.
She tilted her head, smiling. “It’s a simple question. Yes or no?”
His throat worked. He could feel Becca’s eyes on him, the heat of Rachel’s gaze pinning him in place. “I… I’d be lying if I said no.” The words came out low, uneasy, but honest. After everything that had happened in the office, the weight of his admission was nothing to do with saying it to Becca; it was about saying it to his wife.
Rachel met his eyes with a sparkling aliveness, her cheekbones lifted and her smile smirked to one side as she gave the playfully little wink that they used to share when she was having dangerous thoughts. Tim knew something was happening for her. This felt like the old Rachel again, the one he married and worshipped so many years ago.
Becca’s lips curved as she swirled the last of her wine. “Well, that’s only fair,” she said lightly. Then, with a conspiratorial glance at Rachel: “I mean, your wife’s hardly innocent. She told me once she’d been with a woman before.”
Tim’s head snapped toward Rachel, eyes wide. “You—what?”
Rachel’s cheeks flushed, but her laugh came easy, tipsy. “Oh, what, Tim. Come on, don’t look so shocked. It was years ago. Just a bit of fun.”
Becca leaned in closer, giggling. “More than just a bit, I reckon.”
Tim shifted in his seat, the mix of laughter, revelations, and the sight of them leaning into each other leaving his pulse racing. He wasn’t sure if he was aroused, jealous, or completely out of his depth. Maybe all three. But he could see as clearly as anyone that something was going on here. He wasn’t surprised at his wife’s revelation, he already knew that. What shocked him was her decision to share it with Becca. She never shared it, ever, and he knew it meant something. And that changed things, somehow.
He knew he wasn’t running this show but he felt pretty sure he had little to fear from it. As he relaxed now, it was turning into a beautiful moment. His feelings finally spoken, and his wife looking as if she’d suddenly turned back the clock somehow.
Rachel caught his expression and smirked. “Baby, relax. We’re only having fun. All of us.”
But under the table, her foot pressed into his groin hard — reminding him that the fun wasn’t over yet.
***
The storm broke as they drove, rain hammering the windshield so hard Tim could barely see the tail-lights ahead. Lightning split the sky, thunder rolling heavy enough to rattle the glass. By the time they reached the house and sprinted from the car, all three were drenched, clothes clinging to their skin.
Becca laughed breathlessly as she shook out her hair, her dress plastered against her waist and her thighs. “I’ll change,” she said, slipping upstairs.
When she reappeared, her hair was towel-dried into loose waves, and she wore a soft baby-blue pajama set — ruffled shorts and a thin spaghetti-strap top that clung lightly to her skin. She headed toward the stairs, but slowed as she passed Tim and Rachel’s bedroom.
The door was open.
Rachel sat at her vanity in a silk nightgown, brushing her damp hair, the straps sliding low on her shoulders. Sat straight, elegant and refined. Rachel was a stunner, in her own way. She lifted her eyes to the mirror and caught Becca watching.
“Becca,” she said softly, her voice smooth and inviting. “Come here a moment.”
Becca stepped inside. Steam curled from the open bathroom door, the sound of running water carrying through the room — Tim’s shower.
Rachel set her brush aside and rose, crossing to Becca in a slow rustle of silk. She leaned close, pressing a kiss to her cheek, her perfume warm in the air.
“You can see what a state the poor man is in,” Rachel murmured, her lips brushing against Becca’s ear. For a moment she felt Rachel was about to kiss her, and she knew she would let her if she did. “Go on in. See if Tim wants some help. He deserves to unleash that energy… and you’d be perfect for it.”
Becca’s breath hitched. Her eyes flicked toward the bathroom door, steam spilling into the bedroom, the blurred outline of Tim’s body moving behind the frosted glass.
Becca knew she hadn’t been honest. Rachel’s prediction was simply that Tim would be distracted, captivated by her and become intensely aroused. It was never intended for things to go so far. Becca should feel bad, but instead she only felt heat flood her as she remembered how Tim had claimed her and taken her so forcefully, and shattered her so completely in his office.
Not quite ready to move yet, Becca pulled in back close to Rachel. She smelled so sweet and soft.
“Rachel, this is— I need to hear it. You know there’s no going back after this? You’re sure, you want me to go in there and… take care of your husband?” Becca unconsciously cleared up her meaning with a slow lick of her lips and a cheeky little sideways smile.
When she looked back, Rachel’s gaze was calm, steady — and full of intent. “I’ll be right here,” Rachel replied in a soft breath. “Go and get his attention. I know what you both want.”
Becca let the vagueness of the answer hang between them for a moment before accepting it with a wiggle of her brows. Decided, the door opened silently, a plume of warm steam engulfing her as Becca took her first steps in, and half closed it behind her. Her heart was skipping in her chest, for a moment struggling to process the idea that this was real, but it was Rachel’s words and that calm gaze that helped the most. “He deserves to unleash that energy… and you’d be perfect for it.” Recalling the way she’d leaned on the perfect made Becca quiver.
She walked up to the glass of the shower screen. It was misted up but she could make out Tim’s back. He had one hand rested on the wall, indulging in a private moment beneath the hot cascading water, clearly stroking himself. His butt was hardened and perfect, his every muscle and angle exposed for her, calling to her.
Becca felt a heat of excitement fly through her, taking him in. She was melting for him and there was no way she was backing down from this, although she had to remember that this wasn’t just about her now. With only a few little buttons, the pajamas she’d only recently put on were shed. She tapped a knuckle on the glass, shaking Tim from whatever day-dream he had been engrossed in, and rather than jumping, he simply looked around over his shoulder and met her eyes.
He slowly turned, his hand stopping but not leaving his cock, as he took her in. For a moment he worried, and wondered if this was trouble, but he immediately crushed the thought. If she was here, she must know what she’s doing. In that moment he gave up control and decided to accept whatever this insane gift from God or the universe was bringing him. They each swept a glance over what they could each see of each other, through the steam-fogged glass, each gulping down the rise of passion and fire that almost broke each of them, Becca trying but unable to prise her eyes from the sight of Tim’s fist, wrapped firmly around himself.
Tim’s whole body clenched and rippled briefly, in a way that made Becca’s knees almost fail her. And then he calmed, breathed and settled. He knew that whatever was going on now, it was pre-written, destined. And he was powerless to resist whatever game this exquisite young Becca was playing.
He reached one hand out and placed his palm flat on the glass. He moved it in a small circle, up and down the glass pane, clearing the fog and exposing them to each other. Finally, he saw her fully, and saw the burning heat in her eyes. With another signature bite of her lower lip, Becca held his stare as she unhooked her bra and slowly dropped it. Tim’s hand resumed its slow strokes as Becca tucked her thumbs into her panties and slipped them slowly off as well. She was as naked as him now, and she’d never felt so exposed and so seen. She pushed the glass door, bringing them eye to eye, only an arm’s reach apart, in silence. In that moment, Tim felt certain he’d never seen anything so perfect, so effortlessly sexy.
And just like that, as if the switch was thrown, they flew together. Her lips crashed to Tim’s, their kiss quickly grew to match the steamy heat of the water that spilled over them. Tim’s hands flowed over Becca’s whole form, discovering the smooth line of her back, curling into her hair before sweeping down her front. He hungrily devoured her mouth while his hands roamed the contours of her neck, shoulders and finally over each of her youthful full tits. Her nipples pressed erect and strong into his palm as his firm touch pulled a sigh from deep within her. Tim’s cock bobbed and swelled further as Becca’s hand snaked around his fleshy hard cock, taking over caressing and touching him.
The air filled with groans and sighs as they touched and kissed, tongues swirling deep inside each other’s mouths. Desperate for more, Tim set one palm flat on her abdomen and began its descent down the curve of her, testing, asking the question. Becca flicked a fiery gaze into his eyes as he crept his fingertips over her mound, and onto the blazing wet heat that he found there. He gave a delighted sigh into her mouth, beginning to stroke and circle her folds, but suddenly, she clamped a hand over him, stopping him. Her eyes were warm, but assertive.
“Not yet, Tim. This is for you.” She purred, kissing down his chest, and licking his nipples, her waist pulling out of his reach.
“No, Becca,” he pleaded. “I fucking want you, so bad!”
“Sshh now, Tim,” was the very last words she said, while she dropped her kisses down the ridges of his abs. Drawing a gasp from Tim, she carried on down, all in one flowing move, bending hard at the waist and taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Tim gave up any fight, has head falling back and a moan rising from inside him as her tongue circled him, before her lips closed around his head.
“Oh, Becca. Yes.” He sighed. She rewarded him with a clench of his balls and a light suck. “I was thinking about earlier, how incredible it was.” He babbled on. Becca bore down and took his whole shaft in deep, loving its potent weight. Her fingers wrapped around the base she played and enjoyed it, feeling her own wetness growing fast.
“Oh, Becca. Don’t stop. I never want this to stop. That feels so fucking good,” Tim said quietly under the rushing sound of the water and his pulse building in his ears.
She felt the hardness and the tension in his thighs and butt, and knew that stopping was exactly what she had to do. Slowly she flattened her palms on him and pulled away. She looked up into his eyes and rose to her feet, backing slowly out of the shower.
“No, Becca,” his eyes pleaded.
“Tim, come on. This is for you. We’re just getting started.” She reached a hand out to him and switched off the shower.
He ran a palm flat over his face, as if steeling himself, and stepped out, his cock pointing towards her, rigid and intent. Neither stopped to dry off, dripping great drops of water onto the carpet as Becca hurried him out into the bedroom. He froze and looked between them, seeing Rachel reclined on the bed in nothing but a soft purple underwear set. She looked so beautiful, her smile as huge and imposing as Tim’s erection.
Tim felt Becca’s hands on his back as she urged him towards his wife, whose eyes burned with something he’d not seen in years. Adventure. Promise. Rachel moved forwards and knelt up on the side of the bed, as her husband came close. His eyes looked a little lost and nervous, as if he was about to speak.
Rachel pressed a finger to Tim’s lips, preventing him from saying anything. “It’s ok, Tim. It’s all ok.” She lowered the finger from his lips and stroked it down the centre line of his chest, then his abs, before softly wrapping her fingers around his cock. Feeling, rather than gripping it. “Kiss her. Enjoy her, Tim. I want to see it.” She spoke as she reached her other hand out towards Becca, bringing her into their space too. “I want to be part of it.”
Tim looked into Becca’s eyes, in total disbelief, but he remembered his promise to himself in the shower. Take whatever comes. They leaned towards each other and for the first time in his whole life, his wife held his cock, as if taking his pulse and measuring his response, he kissed Becca. He was grateful for his wife’s touch, removing any fear of her response as they took the kiss deeper. It grew fast again, the energy between them already intoxicating them both, as their arms flew around each other, their hands exploring once again. He felt his wife’s gasp as she drew in close, her other hand settling on Becca’s lower back. Her breasts pushed against their sides. As Tim grasped Becca’s breast in his hand he let their kiss break naturally.
Easily and without pause, Rachel joined their kiss, her lips pressing first to the corner of his lips before crossing the tiny void to Becca’s. They kissed, their lips pressing together, and their mouths opening keenly, the three all pressing together, Tim’s lips sinking onto Rachel’s neck, feeling the grip of her fingers keen on him still. And then with a laugh and a shriek, she pulled them both to her, bringing them all falling to the bed, in a tangled heap of legs, arms and bodies.
From there things became a bit blurred and unchoreographed, as the three kissed and rolled and played together, full of giggles and playful moans and smiles. Rachel found herself flanked between the other two, with Becca unclipping her bra and Tim’s hand delving into her panties, finally finding her warm and slick centre, pulling a happy peep of gratitude from her. A moment later, Rachel was naked, and laying on her back as Tim and Becca began to kiss her all over, her mouth, her neck and down until they were each kissing her breasts, taking the soft flesh as their prize. They worked together, pawing and touching and slurping her tits into their mouths, their hands roaming all over Rachel, and each other.
Instinctively, sharing one last final deep tongued kiss, Tim and Becca went in different directions. Becca heading back up towards Rachel’s mouth. He continued downwards, his lips trailing determinedly down his wife’s stomach. He settled happily between her thighs as she watched Becca continue her ascent, her breasts lowered to Rachel’s mouth, before Tim’s head dipped, and his tongue delved into her folds. It felt like home, familiar and sweet, but new somehow. The whole experience made fresh and alive by Becca’s presence, her magic. His tongue swirled over her, pulling shudders and quakes from her, as Becca looked over her shoulder to him one last time, straddling her mouth now and lowering herself to Rachel’s kiss.
Things were moving fast now, the room was full of the atmosphere and the scent of sex. Tim tried to calm his arousal levels as he focused on his wife’s pleasure, getting lost watching Becca’s hips circling and writhing slowly, as his wife feasted on her. It had to be the single most erotic sight of his entire life. He slid fingers into his wife, and his tongue flicked mercilessly as the women both began to shake and pant together, each one slowly falling apart.
Tim couldn’t help himself any more as he rose up onto his knees. He rocked forward and sank himself into his wife in one gliding, deep thrust. He felt her whole body react as his pelvis ground down onto her giving her clitoris just the friction she needed, and deeply filling her. He heard her moan, muffled around Becca’s pussy, a pussy he was still yearning to taste for himself. He bore down and circled his hips, his hands instinctively closing around Becca’s trim waist, in front of him, softly stroking and encouraging her.
That was how they stayed, both women knowing they were locked now in a final drive. He watched, captivated as Rachel licked, kissed and sucked on Becca’s pussy like a maestro, undoing her, until she flailed, gasped and bucked. Tim remembered the intense moment they had shared together in his office, his own arousal threatening to escape his control, as Becca hit the peak of climax, breaking like the crack of a whip, intense, fast and unmissable.
Tim palmed his wife’s breast, tugging her nipple as he felt her cross the threshold, squeezing him inside her as she followed Becca over the precipice. He raised her thighs as he took her to the limit, hisses, gasps and profanity filling the room as Rachel’s torturous orgasm crashed through her. Shaking and gasping, she stiffened, then sank, limp and relaxed.
Tim knew he could have given in at that moment, but resisted. Hearing a girlish little giggle bounce between the ladies, he reached and wrapped a full arm around Becca’s waist from behind. He raised her, and with her shrieking and yelping in surprise, drew her back to him, laying her down over his wife.
“Ohh, yes, Tim!” Becca moaned, half laughing, before Rachel claimed her mouth once more, letting her taste herself in her kiss, the rolling waves of orgasmic pleasure still washing over them both, as Tim lined himself up and slid into Becca from behind. She laughed again, but it tailed off into a sigh of delight, lost in pleasure once more as his eyes found Rachel’s. Their gazes stayed locked together there a moment, as he gripped Becca’s hips and began to buck and pound at her like a man possessed. The bed shook and the women were pressed tightly together, every sensation flowing through the three of them freely. Finally, as Becca pushed her weight up and back, driving her contact deep with Tim, and burying her head in Rachel’s breasts, she moaned in her own final burst of pleasure as Tim finally lost the fight and exploded hard inside her. His animal, wild thrusts slowed and stilled as he buried deep inside her, surrendering and savouring the defeat.
And he was done. He knew it. Exhausted and broken, Tim fell to the bed. The three of them lay like the wounded of war, breath heavy and fast, hot, sweaty and slightly in awe of whatever had just happened to them.
Tim wrapped his arms around them both and they all pulled together in a tight, happy little bundle. No one spoke for a while, enjoying the magical wash of this silent connection they had built.
Becca was the first to realise that they were all dangerously close to drifting off to sleep. “That was incredible, guys,” she whispered, before wondering if she should make a retreat.
“Mmm, so good, Becca,” Tim replied, his voice heavy with emotion and fatigue, pulling her close and kissing her cheek.
She began to pull back, feeling she should leave the couple to their shared moment.
“Becca, no—” Rachel clamped her tightly with an arm.
“This isn’t my bed. You’re dozing off. I should go.”
“Don’t you dare. Don’t go. You’re welcome here, always.” And as Becca lay back down, Rachel’s mouth nuzzled into the soft curve of her neck, as Tim’s body pressed back against her side, his hand on her thigh. She felt a warm feeling like she’d never known before. She was home. She belonged here and had everything she wanted, in that moment. This was far from over.
