TITLE    : Friends with Benefits Ch. 02
STORYID  : friends-with-benefits-ch-02-9
SUMMARY  : A Disney and DeShawn makes his play for Becca.
AUTHOR   : JayCuck@lit
DATE     : 2014-04-18
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |interracial romance|hotwife|cuckold|drama|


<em>Hi folks. Thank you for reading this chapter of Friends with Benefits.</em>



<em>I've enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it.</em>



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John carefully folded the little clothes and laid them in the suitcase. They were cute. No other way to say it. Bethany had so many cute outfits, it was hard to pick just one. Becca, of course, suggested they take all of them.



"Daddy. Daddy." A little voice yelled in the house.



Bethany scampered into the living room, running right at John. He scooped her up and tossed her into the air, before she could crash headlong into his legs. Bethany squealed and laughed as she flew upwards. John caught her on the way down and tickled her.



"What's up pumpkin?" He asked.



"I wanna see Mickey and Minnie." She smiled at her dad. "And Donald and Daffy and Goofy. Goofy's funny."



"He sure is." John replied, smiling at his daughter. "We'll see them soon honey. I promise."



"Kay." Bethany wriggled out of arms and then plopped down in front of the TV.



Becca came into the room, rubbing lotion over her skin. She smiled at John.



"How's it going in here?" She asked.



John put some more clothes in the suitcase. "Great. I'm already packed and I'm working on Bethany's suitcase now." He looked over at his wife. "I don't suppose you're finished yet."



Becca laughed. "Not even close."



John smiled at his wife. He walked back to their bedroom to check on Becca's progress. A hurricane had hit, because there were clothes, hangers, and dry cleaning plastic everywhere. The only place on the bed, without clothing, was Becca's suitcase.



<em>Typical,</em> John thought.



"It's not as bad as it looks." Becca said over his shoulder. "I've got everything laid out, I just need to pack it in the suitcase."



John looked over his shoulder at his wife. "If you say so honey."



Becca punched John lightly on the shoulder. She stepped around him, into their bedroom. John followed her and looked at the clothes strewn over the bed.



He looked up at Becca and cocked his head.



"Um. There's a lot of lingerie in here baby." John commented. He picked up a swimming suit. It was little more than a string. "This is a little revealing for the hotel pool isn't it?"



Becca shrugged. "Well, we're spending some time with DeShawn as well." She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You know that already."



"I know." John said lamely. "It's just---."



"Just what?" Tension and anger creeped into Becca's voice.



John replied quickly. "Nothing baby."



Becca continued to stare at her husband for a moment, before she nodded her head and shooed him out of the bedroom.



"Go. I'll be done in a bit."



"Cool. We need to leave in an hour honey, if we're going to make our flight."



"I know. I know."



"'Kay." John paused. "I love you."



"Love you too baby." Becca responded with a smile.



Fifty-five minutes later, John was the pack mule, and he was doing his best to get them on the road with enough time make their flight. He carried all the luggage out to the car and got it stowed. Becca handled Bethany and got her nestled into her car seat. Finally, after Becca made a few more trips back into the house for miscellaneous items. Several minutes later, they were ready to go.



"Ready to go to Disney World, Bethany?" John asked as he back out of the driveway.



"Yayyyyy!" His daughter yelled.



John smiled and Becca kissed him on the cheek.



Bethany was now three years old and a precocious and talkative little thing. She was bright, happy and beautiful. She was also a really good mix between Becca and Deshawn, the man they were going to meet on their vacation. Bethany had the best of both of their features.



John and Becca had kept in touch with DeShawn consistently over the last two years. He was a great guy and John and Becca had even met DeShawn in San Antonio twice. Becca and DeShawn were still hugely attracted to each other and he was still single. When they got together, it was just a matter of time before DeShawn and Becca got naked. John watched. When he was lucky enough to be invited. Becca and DeShawn didn't always let him watch.



DeShawn was still on active operational status with the Air Force, as a Combat Controller. His job wasn't as well known as the Delta Force or the Navy SEALs, but he was definitely in the same business. DeShawn was frequently gone on missions, so they didn't have many opportunities to meet with him.



Privately, John hoped DeShawn would meet someone and get married. Take himself off the market. Unfortunately, it hadn't happened and didn't look likely, as long as DeShawn stayed on operational status. DeShawn was cool and John had a good relationship with him, but John secretly worried Becca's attraction to DeShawn would prove too strong for her marriage to John.



<em>Relax dude</em>, John thought for the millionth time. <em>Becca's never given you any reason to suspect she's in love with DeShawn, or that your marriage is in jeopardy.</em>



John and Becca had saved enough money to take Bethany to Disney World and that's where they were headed. DeShawn was stationed at an Air Force base in Florida that was close to Disney Word, so John and Becca invited him to join them at Disneyworld. It was a strange situation, but it worked for a few reasons.



DeShawn was Bethany's biological father.



John was the one who suggested DeShawn impregnate Becca. Becca happily agreed.



DeShawn was black. Becca and John were white. Becca liked black men. Becca liked DeShawn...a lot.



John and Becca agreed to keep DeShawn involved in Bethany's life, as much as possible.



Disneyworld. They were going as a family and DeShawn was joining them. He was going to stay in the same hotel suite as John, Becca and Bethany. John knew he would likely be sleeping on the couch.



<em>It's not the couch I mind</em>, he thought to himself. <em>It's the fact that I love it when Becca sleeps with DeShawn that bothers me so much.</em>



They made the long drive to San Antonio and the airport on time.



It was Becca's first flight.



She didn't like it.



* * *



<em>Airports suck!</em> John thought irritably, as they waited for their luggage in baggage claim.



Becca held Bethany's hand, while they waited for their luggage to appear on the carousel. It took two flights and a long lay-over, before they landed in Orlando. John and Becca were both ready to get to the hotel, find a swimming pool and an alcoholic beverage.



"John, Becca!" A baritone voice called out to them.



They turned to see DeShawn walking towards them smiling widely. Another man walked with him, slightly behind DeShawn, and his eyes were fixed on Becca. He wasn't smiling. John couldn't help noticing, DeShawn and his friend looked impressively fit.



"DeShawn." John walked over, extending his hand. "Wow. It's good to see you."



"Same here." DeShawn replied and shook John's hand. He motioned to his left. "This is Marcus. He's my best friend and we're in the same outfit."



"Nice to meet you." John said and smiled at Marcus.



Their handshake was tense. Marcus took John's hand and squeezed, much harder than normal for a handshake. He gave John a tight smile, that didn't reach his eyes, and when his reply came, it was short.



"Same here."



John's hand survived the handshake. He looked at Marcus for a moment longer, before turning towards Becca and Bethany. DeShawn had already taken Becca into his arms and hugged her tightly. John couldn't help noticing that Becca returned his hug, just as tightly, and closed her eyes.



Once their hug ended, DeShawn knelt down and shook Bethany's hand. He smiled at her and she smiled back at him. DeShawn obviously saw his own features in Bethany's face and it brought a genuine smile to his face. Becca introduced them and DeShawn got a little hug from Bethany. She was still a little unsure about DeShawn, but mommy said it was ok.



"Look great together, don't they?" Marcus' voice was low, serious and unfriendly. He looked at John. "Almost like they were meant to be together."



John looked over at Marcus and their eyes met.



<em>We're not going to get along</em>, John thought as he continued his staring contest with Marcus.



Normally, an easy-going guy, John tried to get along with everyone. Marcus was making that difficult and he seemed to be deliberately going out of his way to antagonize John.



"What are you doing here?" Becca's voice broke the tension between John and Marcus.



DeShawn laughed. "I wanted to surprise you."



John stepped over and added. "You succeeded. How did you know what flight we'd be on?"



"Becca emailed me your itinerary." He replied simply.



John glanced at Becca and she nodded back at him. Her cheeks grew red and she looked down at her shoes for a second. Bethany saved her mom. She reached up, and ask to be held, so Becca reached down and swung her up to her hip. Becca smiled at her daughter and kept her eyes away from John.



Silence settled over the group for a few seconds, before DeShawn rescued them.



"Let's get your luggage." He said and then walked over to the carousel.



John walked over with him and pulled their bags off as they came around. Once they were all stacked together, DeShawn and Marcus grabbed them, and started walking towards the exit. John carried the only thing left, Bethany's bright pink backpack. John and Becca followed the two Air Force combat controllers out into the Florida sun and humidity.



"Hey guys." John said, catching their attention. "We reserved a rental car. An SUV actually. Do you know where the rental car area is at this airport?"



DeShawn nodded. "Yep. It's off the airport, about a mile away. Marcus brought his SUV and he's going to take you over to the rental car area. I thought Becca could ride over to the hotel with me and we'll meet you there."



"Sounds good." Marcus replied quickly. "My SUV is right over there."



"Uh." John started to object.



"It's ok baby." Becca added, before he could finish. "I can ride with you and Marcus."



The expression on Becca's face spoke volumes. She was willing to ride with Marcus, but she really wanted to ride with DeShawn.



<em>Or have DeShawn ride her</em>, John thought darkly.



"I wanna go with daddy." Bethany piped up and hugged John's leg tightly. John looked down at his daughter and smiled ruefully. "I guess that settles it." He looked up and nodded briefly to Becca.



DeShawn looked at Becca and motioned in the other direction. "My car is this way."



"Let's go pumpkin." John gently took Bethany's hand and followed Marcus.



<em>This should be fun</em>, John thought sarcastically.



Marcus didn't say anything further. Not one word. John got Bethany situated in his truck. He'd made sure to have Bethany's car seat checked in as baggage, so she was safely tucked in. John gave her a Sippy cup and she was happy. He considered sitting in front, but decided to stay in back with Bethany.



The mile drive to the rental car area took half an hour. John wasn't happy. He didn't say anything, but the chance that he would be friends with Marcus, disappeared over that ride. Marcus missed a several turns (John suspected deliberately) and it was a full 30 minutes, before John arrived at the rental car counter. It was a distance that should have taken 5 minutes.



Marcus waited outside, while John and Bethany went in to get their SUV. The idea of following Marcus to Disney World was out of the question. On the spur of the moment, John also rented a GPS unit, and upgraded their rental car. The company offered a military discount, so he was able to get a nicer, larger SUV for the same price. The company brought his SUV around, and he transferred Bethany's car seat to his SUV, and got the luggage squared away.



"Why don't you follow me?" Marcus offered. It wasn't a question.



John nodded and climbed behind the wheel. He hooked up his GPS unit and entered the address of their hotel. It was a short drive and he smiled to himself.



<em>Fuck you! Marcus</em>.



Marcus was waiting impatiently for him and John finally nodded that he was ready. He motioned for Marcus to lead the way. John followed him initially, but when Marcus came to the first light, he made a right turn. John's GPS indicated that he should stay on the same road, almost all the way to the hotel, so he continued straight.



A wolfish smile crossed his face as he watched Marcus make his turn. John would have paid a small amount of money to see the expression on Marcus' face, when he realized John wasn't behind him anymore.



<em>Fuckin' asshole</em>, he thought.



Bethany was sipping her juice and looking out the window, when John checked on her. It was a straight shot to the hotel, so he increased his speed. It wasn't worth a speeding ticket, but he also wasn't going to waste any time. He was tired, he was hungry, and he wanted to relax at the hotel.



<em>If DeShawn and Becca don't get to fuck right away, too bad</em>, he thought angrily. <em>What a shitty way to begin a vacation.</em>



John parked at the hotel and helped Bethany out of her car seat. He didn't bother with the luggage. A second later, he picked up Bethany, and they walked to the front desk and got their room number. Becca had just checked in apparently, so John and his daughter headed to the room.



<em>I wonder how long Marcus was supposed to keep us driving around in circles,</em> John thought.



As he walked up to the room, he motioned for Bethany to be quiet. They crept silently up to the door. John put his ear to the door, but didn't hear anything. He wanted to avoid a situation where Bethany saw her mother with her legs spread wide open, getting fucked by DeShawn. Once he was sure, they weren't actually having sex, he knocked once loudly, and entered the room.



Becca was sitting on the patio outside, alone. Bethany ran over and hugged her mom tightly. John looked around their little suite, but didn't see DeShawn anywhere. He joined his daughter and wife on the patio and took a seat.



"Where's DeShawn?" He asked.



Becca smiled over at him. "He's in the restroom, I think."



A few minutes later, DeShawn joined them on the patio.



"Hey John." He said easily and then asked. "Need any help with the luggage?"



"Sure."



DeShawn nodded. "Let's go."



John and DeShawn walked out to his SUV. On the way, DeShawn checked his phone, and started chuckling.



"What's up?" John asked.



"Marcus. He just noticed that he lost you." DeShawn laughed openly. "I told him not to do it, but he didn't listen."



"What's that? Make me drive in circles to give you and Becca more time together?" John asked intently.



DeShawn met John's eyes. "Yep."



"Real nice friend." John replied. There was no humor, no sarcasm in John's voice. Anger laced every word and DeShawn picked up on his mood.



"I'm sorry John." He said quietly. "I told him to drive you straight here. Seriously."



John looked at DeShawn for several seconds, before shaking his head, and turning towards the SUV. It wasn't worth an argument on their first day. He opened the back of the SUV. The two guys grabbed the luggage and brought it up to the room. No further words were spoken between them. Once the luggage was in the room and setup, DeShawn looked at Becca and then John. The tension between DeShawn and John was palpable.



"Guys. I'm going to take off. I'll check in with you later, ok?"



Becca smiled and walked him to the door. "Ok. Thanks for everything DeShawn. See you tomorrow?"



DeShawn smiled. "Definitely. Just let me know when you guys are ready to see the park."



John walked out to the patio again. He happily left Becca and DeShawn in the suite to say good bye. Bethany was seated in front of the TV watching her favorite Disney movie. John heard the door shut to their suite a second later and he took a long, deep breath. They had a good view of this little lake, with swans and everything. Their building was also close to the main building, so food and drinks, were within walking distance. John started to relax, until Becca rejoined him several minutes later.



"What's wrong with you?" Becca asked. "Don't you think that was rude?"



John looked up at his wife for a moment, before shaking his head. "Nope." John smacked his lips a little when he answered. "I don't think that was rude at all, Becca." John took a breath and looked out at the lake/pond.



"Well, I do." Becca replied angrily.



"Let me ask you a question Becca." John replied. "How long does it take to drive one mile?"



Becca looked confused. "What?"



"Answer the question. How long does it take to drive a mile?"



"John, I don't know. Five minutes, maybe ten, depending upon traffic and traffic lights. What the fuck John? What does that have to do with anything?"



"It took Marcus 30 minutes to drive a mile." John replied calmly. "Why do you suppose it took him so long to drive a short distance?"



Becca looked at her husband. She shrugged her shoulders.



"When we finally got the rental counter and I got our SUV, Marcus asked me to follow him. Fuckin' asshole. I programmed the GPS unit I rented and started to follow him." He paused. "Wanna guess what Marcus did at the first traffic light?"



"He turned away from the hotel." Becca said softly.



"Yep." John replied. "Deshawn's best friend. He tried his best to make sure I was kept away from you and Deshawn. Didn't seem to bother him in the least that I had Bethany with me and we'd been traveling all day. All that matters apparently, is DeShawn getting as much time as possible, to sink his cock into you."



"John, I didn't know. I didn't realize--."



"Give it a rest, Becca." John interrupted harshly. "We just got here and already DeShawn and his friend are trying to separate us. They don't give a shit about Bethany or our marriage. He just wants to fuck you. I'm sure Marcus wants to fuck you too."



"John. Calm down." Becca replied. "I'm sure DeShawn didn't know about Marcus' behavior."



"Bullshit Becca! They're best friends and he didn't know? He told me they talked about it when we went to get the luggage." John stood up and faced Becca. "We're hear here to enjoy Disneyworld as a family Becca. I'm willing to have DeShawn join us and spend time with Bethany. I think it's a great idea. I'm just telling you, if he pulls another stunt like today, I will be seriously pissed off."



John didn't wait for a response from Becca. He walked inside and sat down next to Bethany and they watched Aladdin together. The movie was almost over when Becca finally joined them. She didn't look at John, but hugged Bethany tightly, and kissed her cheek.



Once the movie was over, John went out to get some pizza, soda and a six-pack of beer. They had a quiet dinner in their suite and planned their activities for the next day. Bethany wanted to find all her favorite Disney characters. If they had extra time, they planned to spend the rest of the day at one of the many waterparks. Once the pizza had a chance to hit Bethany's stomach, she was down for the count. It had been a long day for her and she slept soundly in her room.



John put her to bed and lay next to her for a while. <em>She's so beautiful</em>, John thought. <em>It doesn't matter that she's not my biological daughter. She's my life now. I can't imagine my life without her.</em>



John heard a noise at the door and carefully rolled over, so that he didn't wake Bethany. His mouth dropped open. Becca was standing in the doorway, wearing a baby-doll night and nothing else.



<em>God, she's gorgeous.</em>

<hr pg="2" />It was John's last coherent thought, as Becca walked towards him slowly and held out her hand. John took it and she pulled him into their bedroom.



"I love you John." She whispered in between kisses. "I'm sorry about today. I really am."



John tried to reply, but Becca covered his mouth with hers and pushed her tongue between his lips. She pressed her body against his and pushed him back onto the bed.



"Stop!" John rolled off the bed and stood up. He was breathing heavy, but still in control. "Becca, I'm still angry. I'm not in the mood, and giving me a pity fuck, isn't going to change how I feel about DeShawn and Marcus."



"John-."



"Save it Becca." John said shortly. "I'm going to the balcony and have a beer....or six. You're welcome to join me. What I'm not going to do, is let you manipulate me with your body."



John stalked out to the balcony and tried to enjoy his beer and the Florida evening. He was only marginally successful. Becca didn't join him.



* * *



It was late and Becca couldn't sleep. John was sleeping soundly and Becca was wide awake staring at the ceiling. She looked over at John for a moment, before she slid out of bed. She dressed quietly and walked out of the bedroom. It was only a few steps to the patio door. She opened it silently and stepped outside, taking a seat on their little balcony.



Becca was wearing a tank top and thong panties, but at 1 a.m. in the morning, she didn't think anyone would see her. As she enjoyed the warm Florida night, her mind drifted back over the day, and seeing DeShawn again. A dreamy smile crossed her face, as she thought about her gorgeous boyfriend. Becca's mind drifted back to earlier in the day.



* * *



Becca recognized DeShawn's voice immediately, even without seeing him, and her heart leapt in her chest. She turned and saw her one-time lover walking towards her. Becca's mouth grew dry, but her pussy grew moist, very moist.



<em>God, he's gorgeous</em>, she thought. <em>His eyes. His smile. His body. His um.....package</em>.



Her boyfriend gave her a big smile and Becca almost melted. She smiled back and resisted the urge to jump into his arms. Finally, Becca tore her eyes away from DeShawn, because there was a man with him.



A gorgeous, tall, lean black man.



Becca didn't recognize him, but she sure hoped she'd get a chance to talk with him. He was taller than DeShawn, darker skinned and leaner, almost a basketball player's build. His face was serious and it gave him a dangerous, almost menacing appearance.



<em>Oh my</em>, Becca thought for second. <em>He's a tall drink of water.</em>



DeShawn made the introductions and moved over next to Becca. She saw the tension between Marcus and John, but chalked it up to a testosterone thing.



<em>Men</em>, she thought.



It was hard for her not to stare at DeShawn, and she focused on staying calm, and relaxed. When DeShawn and Marcus explained the driving, luggage situation; Becca desperately hoped John would go with Marcus. Becca was sure John was about to object, but fortunately, her baby girl stepped in and made the decision for everyone.



<em>That's my girl</em>, she thought happily.



Everyone parted. Becca and DeShawn walked to his car, a new Mercedes, and he held the door open for her. She gave him a warm smile and slid into the smooth, supple, leather seats. It was a nice car and it fit DeShawn well. It was also a convertible and he put the top down, as he backed out of the parking space. Becca smiled over at him. She was impressed and happy.



Once they were off the airport and onto the main road, Becca slipped off her seatbelt and leaned over. She ran her hands over Deshawn's body, enjoying the firm, hard muscles covering his body. Her lips found his cheek and neck and she kissed him repeatedly. Becca moved down and unbuttoned DeShawn's shorts, pulling his cock free and plunging it into her mouth.



<em>I missed him</em>, she thought hotly. <em>I missed his cock. I missed his taste and feel of his skin.</em>



DeShawn groaned and placed his hand on the back of Becca's head. Becca's pussy was on fire. She knew her pussy had gone from simply moist, to completely wet and drenched, as she sucked her man's cock. She loved the feel of DeShawn's hand on her head, pushing her onto his cock, forcing it down her throat.



<em>Dominant. God, I love dominant black men.</em>



DeShawn's cock slid deeper into her throat and she cupped his balls lightly. She worked harder, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. She clamped her lips tightly around his black, granite shaft. He tasted amazing and the salty flavor of pre-cum coated her mouth.



<em>Cum for me baby, please.</em>



DeShawn groaned again and Becca moved her head up and down rhythmically. DeShawn's cock was generously coated with her saliva and it slid in and out of her mouth easily.



"I'm cumming baby." Her beautiful black man breathed. His hand pressed hard on her head and his hips thrust upward gently.



Cum. Thick, salty, creamy and delicious cum filled her mouth and she swallowed quickly. She kept her lips around his cock, making sure none of his seed leaked. Her tongue circled the head of his amazing shaft and scraped the last bit of cum into her mouth. DeShawn's hand left her head and she felt him shudder as his cock became ultra-sensitive after his orgasm.



"Wow that was good." He breathed. "Fuck you can suck cock Becca."



Becca sat up and smiled at her lover. "I'm glad you liked it. I missed you DeShawn." Her voice was soft, serious and she stared at her lover, smiling happily. "I missed you a lot."



"I missed you too Becca, more than you know." He said and glanced over. "I'm glad you came."



"Me too." She replied and leaned over. She rested her head against his muscular shoulder.



They drove in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company and the Florida sun. It was nice, relaxing and she enjoyed the ride. When they arrived in the room, DeShawn suggested they get naked, but Becca knew John would be tired and want to come back and relax.



When John arrived at their room, the tension in the room was extremely uncomfortable. Becca sensed it immediately and so DeShawn. When John and DeShawn came back with the luggage, and John disappeared without saying goodbye, Becca knew he was upset.



"John's pissed." DeShawn whispered. "Why don't you stay with me tonight? Give him a chance to cool down."



"No. DeShawn, I can't honey." Becca said quietly. She glanced behind her and saw John was on the balcony. She turned back to her boyfriend and slid her hands over DeShawn's muscular chest. She loved his muscular body, his beautiful mocha skin, and amazing smile. "I'd really like to DeShawn. How about tomorrow?"



"I'll hold you to that Becca." DeShawn replied and pulled Becca into a kiss. She was breathless when the separated and DeShawn whispered intently. "I want you Becca. I want more than a visit once or twice a year. I want to wake up and know you're mine."



"DeShawn-."



Her boyfriend put his finger to her lips and stopped her from responding.



"Just think about it Becca. Please."



She nodded and watched him leave. When she had her breathing under control she rejoined John. Their conversations were brief, tense and to the point. Dinner was mediocre pizza and soda. Bethany loved it, but Becca had a hard time concentrating, all through dinner. DeShawn's parting words kept echoing through her mind.



Finally, John put Bethany to bed. Becca smiled at her beautiful daughter, as she slept in John's arms. When John put her to bed in the other room, Becca changed into lingerie.



<em>I'll fuck John and everything will be fine. Hopefully, it'll be the last time I have to fuck him this week. I'll fuck him, but it will be DeShawn I'm thinking about, I can't get him out of my mind.</em>



Becca tried to seduce her husband. She tried and failed spectacularly.



When John pushed her away and refused to have sex, Becca was shocked and hurt. It was the first time in their marriage, John had ever pushed her away. His words stung Becca badly. John's words stung, because they were true, and Becca shame flowed through Becca. She had never tried to use her body to manipulate John before, because she never had reason to before. Tonight was different. Becca wanted to get fucked tonight, but she wanted DeShawn. John was a pale substitute. Unfortunately, her husband saw right through her and he sensed how she felt. Now Becca felt even worse.



John disappeared out to the balcony with his beer and Becca changed into her normal sleepwear. Tears filled her eyes, as she lay down in bed, alone. Becca wanted her husband and she wanted DeShawn. She wanted them both and now they weren't getting along. Marcus was a new addition and John clearly disliked him, but he was DeShawn's best friend, and he was gorgeous. She did manage to fall asleep and she wasn't awake when John came to bed.



* * *



Unfortunately, she was wide awake a few hours later. Becca sat out on the patio and tried to make sense of her situation.



<em>I want DeShawn so badly.</em>



<em>I need to feel him inside me. Feel him take me.</em>



<em>Surrender. I want to surrender to DeShawn.</em>



<em>DeShawn can make me dress slutty and show me off. He can share me. Pass me around to his friends.</em>



<em>I'll even stop fucking John, if he demands it.</em>



<em>My pussy will be reserved just for him or whoever he decides gets to have me.</em>



<em>I want DeShawn to give me another baby!</em>



Becca lurched into the restroom, dropped her panties and rubbed her pussy frantically. She was wet, soaking wet and her fingers plunged easily inside her pussy. Becca's mouth opened in a silent, powerful moan, as her orgasm burst within her. She sat down on the toilet, almost passing out in the process, and recovered slowly. Her attraction to DeShawn was too powerful, it was dangerous, and it made her abandon good judgment.



Becca needed to be more careful with DeShawn.



<em>Yea right. I'm seeing him all week.</em>



<em>He wants me, not just for sex, but as.....what?</em>



* * *



Morning came early in Florida and Bethany was the first one up. She came into John and Becca's room and slid onto the bed. Becca had managed to get a few hours' sleep, after she came in from the balcony, and masturbated in the bathroom.



John planned out the day, while Becca called DeShawn, and let him know their plans. They went to breakfast and Bethany got Mickey Mouse pancakes. John and Becca took lots of pictures and enjoyed breakfast as a family. The tension between them hadn't gone away, but they both silently agree that Bethany was the priority.



DeShawn arrived just after breakfast. Alone. Becca hugged him warmly and John nodded at him. He managed to have is hands full, when DeShawn arrived, so he didn't have to shake hands. Becca didn't notice, but DeShawn sure as hell did. It was a guy thing. John decided to let situation with Marcus go, for the time being, but that didn't mean he'd forgotten about yesterday. Bethany was his priority and she was excited to visit the park.



The day flew by. John and Becca were surprised, because Disney World is absolutely huge. Magic Kingdom was first and they stayed there most of the day. Bethany loved the Cinderella Castle and she stared at it for almost a half an hour with a wide smile on her face. All of them munched on park food, went to shows, and enjoyed themselves.



John and Bethany held hands through the entire park. All day, Bethany walked with John, and pointed things out to him, laughing and giggling. It was an amazing experience for John, as her father. At one point however, he looked back and noticed that DeShawn and Becca were holding hands. Once he saw them the first time, he noticed it for the rest of the day. They were careful to walk behind John and Bethany throughout most of the day, but they always seemed to be holding hands.



It bothered John, but they were discreet, and Bethany didn't notice. It also excited John on and that bothered him more. It felt wrong now, dangerous somehow. It was like he was watching DeShawn slowly steal his wife. Despite his uneasy feeling though, he couldn't shake the fact that Becca being with DeShawn was an enormous turn-on for him. It was exciting, even if they were just walking together and holding hands. John couldn't explain it and he couldn't control it.



The entire group made it back to their suite, in late afternoon. They'd been out in the sun most of the day and it looked like everyone was a little tired. They ordered pizza (again) and ate in the room. Bethany had been going at full-speed since she woke up that morning, so it was no surprise that she was unconscious after the second slice of pizza. John put her to bed and came back out to the living room.



Becca was sitting astride Deshawn on the couch. Their lips were locked together and DeShawn was massaging her breasts. John became immediately erect. He walked quietly over to kitchen area, sat down and watched his wife get ready to fuck DeShawn. Watching his wife and DeShawn still felt wrong, but that feeling was overwhelmed by the tidal wave of lust that surged through him. John stroked his cock through his shorts, as he watched.



DeShawn wasted no time. He saw John enter the room out of the corner of his eye, but he paid him no attention. <em>Sit there cuck. Watch me fuck your wife</em>. <em>I'm going to take your wife from you, and you're going jack off, while I do it.</em>



DeShawn's hands found Becca's tank top and he slipped it over her head. She unclipped her bra and let it fall from her shoulders.



"Yea." DeShawn said slowly. "I missed these. God, you have nice tits Becca."



Becca smiled at her lover. She cupped one breast and pulled Deshawn's head forward, until he took her nipple in his mouth. She moaned loudly and let her head fall back, as pleasure rippled through her. DeShawn continued to suck on her tits for several minutes. Becca finally had enough. She stood up and hurriedly dropped her clothes. She moved forward and helped DeShawn get naked as well. Becca stared to take his cock into her mouth, but DeShawn stopped her.



"No. Not tonight. You've already sucked my cock." He said roughly. He pulled Becca to a standing position, then spun her around. He pushed her roughly and bent her over. "I'm giving you cock tonight.



DeShawn kicked her legs apart and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He moved the head of his cock up and down, Becca's pussy, getting the head of his cock nice and wet.



"You ready for some cock Becca?" He asked.



Becca murmured softly. DeShawn reached forward, gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head back. "What? Say it. Say it so your husband can hear you!"



"Yes. Please. I want your cock! DeShawn, please fuck me."



"That's a good girl."



DeShawn glanced back at John. As he smiled at John and made sure he was watching, DeShawn thrust hard into Becca. He wanted to see John's face as he slid his cock into his wife. John's expression was priceless and DeShawn grew harder as he saw the powerlessness wash over John's face. Of course, it was followed by raw lust and John continued to stroke his cock.



<em>My fuckin' pussy now. Stroke your little thing and be quiet</em>.



DeShawn turned back to his white conquest. He gripped her hips and thrust deep and slow into Becca. The moans the emanated from Becca were full of lust, desire and hunger. They were loud. John worried she would wake Bethany. DeShawn clearly thought the same thing, because he looked back at John.



"Get over here." He ordered.



John didn't like his tone or his behavior, but he didn't have a choice. Lust controlled him now and he walked over and stood next to Becca and DeShawn. John had an up-close and personal look at DeShawn's huge cock sliding in and out of his wife. It was shiny, black and coated with Becca' juices.



"Pick up Becca's panties."



John bent down and retrieved Becca's moist panties from the floor. He looked over at DeShawn and the athletic black man smiled at him.



"Stuff them in Becca's mouth. The bitch is too fuckin' loud! It's been too long since she had a real cock. Damn John, do you even fuck this pussy? Becca's pussy is really tight little man."



DeShawn gripped Becca's hair again and jerked her head up. "Go on. Stuff them in her mouth."



John looked at his wife and hesitated, he didn't want to hurt her or take advantage of the situation. Her eyes were unfocused, bursting with raw lust. DeShawn thrust hard into Becca, her eyes bulged and she opened her mouth as a loud moan started in her throat.



"Now!" DeShawn commanded.



John stuffed Becca's panties in her mouth, cutting off her moan. She closed her mouth around the panties and her moans quieted, muffled by the satin fabric. John looked again at Becca. It was obvious. Clearly written on her face.



Becca was loving this treatment from DeShawn.



An orgasm rippled through Becca a few seconds later. Despite the panties in her mouth, her moans were still loud. She grasped the couch to keep her balance, as waves of pleasure crashed within her body.



DeShawn increased the pace of his thrusts, pounding her, lifting her up on the balls of her feet with each thrust. His breathing became labored. A groan escaped him a few minutes later and he pushed hard inside Becca and held his cock inside her.



"Fuck yea. Take it bitch. All of it. Another baby, coming right the fuck up."



John watched as DeShawn's balls flexed and he knew DeShawn's cum was jetting inside John's wife. Becca pushed back against DeShawn. Finally, DeShawn pulled out and his cum leaked slowly from Becca' pussy. She pulled the panties out of her mouth and took a deep breath. Her eyes met DeShawn's and she smiled at him.



"God, I missed you baby." She said breathlessly. "You fuck me so good."



John's mouth dropped open. Becca's eyes left DeShawn and she saw her husband, standing in the kitchen watching her. She realized what she'd just said and her face blushed a deep crimson. DeShawn saw her expression and turned to John.



"Get us a towel." His voice was irritated and he motioned John to the bathroom.



John stepped into the bathroom for a towel. When he came out, he heard DeShawn's voice. "Get dressed. You're sleeping at my place tonight."



"What?" John said.



"It's ok John." Becca said quickly. She walked over and took the towel from him. Becca placed it between her legs. "I'm going to spend the night with DeShawn tonight, but I'll be back early tomorrow morning. Bethany won't even know I'm gone."



"How about me?" John asked. "I think I'll notice that you're gone."



"John." Becca said plaintively. "Please baby. We talked about this, before we left. I'm going to spend some time with DeShawn."



Disappointment flooded through John. "Fine. Go." He said shortly.



John walked into their bedroom and left DeShawn and Becca out in the living room. He heard them talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Several minutes later, Becca came into the bedroom. She changed into some new clothes.



"I'm just getting some toiletries." She said and quickly put a small, overnight bag together. John noticed Becca packed mostly lingerie and lacy panties. A tiny swimming suit, also made it into her overnight bag. "I'll be back tomorrow morning John. I promise."



John didn't respond. Becca looked at him for a moment, before leaving the room. The door to the suite closed a few seconds later and Becca was gone. John glanced at the clock. It was barely 7pm. He wouldn't see his wife for at least 12 hours.



John walked out to the empty living room. The towel Becca used to clean up, was still lying on the floor. Her clothes were strewn across the living room as well.



<em>She doesn't care about anything other than DeShawn's cock.</em>



John picked everything up and put it where it belonged. He'd been overwhelmed when DeShawn fucked Becca. He'd also been given instructions, so John hadn't been able to masturbate. He did now.

<hr pg="3" />The images of DeShawn and Becca fucking were hot, vivid and he replayed them in his mind. Becca's moans filled his head. DeShawn's huge cock plunged inside his wife, as the videos played furiously in his mind. John jerked his cock hard, fast and he was rewarded with the sweet pleasure of an orgasm. His cum spurted into the toilet, plopping into the water pathetically.



John cleaned up and tried to come to terms with his feelings. Watching Becca and DeShawn was an emotional high for him. His lust, his anticipation, and his desires all reached a fever pitch. The crest of the wave. Unfortunately, after he had his orgasm, everything crashed down. He experienced an emotional low that was hard to manage. Disgust, revulsion and embarrassment all fought within him.



<em>I'm barely a man</em>, he thought. <em>I can't get my wife pregnant. I don't satisfy her like DeShawn. Why does she even stay with me? She probably won't, after a week of getting fucked by DeShawn.</em>



The couch was comfortable. John had that much going for him. He slouched on the couch and tried to find HBO on the TV. Game of Thrones was on, so he had something to take his mind off his situation. HBO was showing several episodes, back to back, and after the first episode he went into check on Bethany.



John never tired of looking at his daughter. He may not have donated the sperm, but she was his daughter. He fed her, clothed her, played with her and enjoyed every free second he had with his daughter.



Becca had never gone back on the birth control pill. There was little chance John would get her pregnant, with his low sperm count. They'd discussed having more children and they both wanted them badly. It looked like DeShawn was going to provide the sperm for another child. John shook his head and focused on his daughter.



<em>I'm man enough to be her father.</em> John thought. <em>That's enough.</em>



His phone buzzed. John rushed into the next room and scooped it up. It was a text.



<em>I'm at DeShawn's apartment. I'm fine. I love you.</em>



John didn't respond to the text. He didn't know what to say. <em>Besides, I'll see her in the morning.</em>



His phone buzzed again. It was from DeShawn and it contained a picture.



<em>My boys are coming over to watch the game tonight.</em>



<em>Becca's going to play hostess.</em>



<em>Here's what she's wearing for me and my boys.</em>



The picture was of Becca. It was obviously just taken, because Becca was wearing her brand new thong bikini. Becca hadn't had a chance to wear it for John, but obviously, she didn't buy it for John. The top and bottoms were basically strings, with tiny triangles of material. Becca looked amazing, sexy and unbelievably desirable. She was going to spend the night in the company of lots of black men, wearing a floss bikini.



<em>Sleep tight Johnny boy!</em>



John threw his cell phone down. Fortunately it hit the couch first, so it didn't shatter into a million pieces. Anger rushed through him and raw lust followed it closely. John had been at his emotional low, after his orgasm, and Becca and DeShawn's texts drove him lower, but also added anger to the mix. Confusion, hurt, anger, all twisted together inside John. DeShawn's behavior was out of character for him. At least, it was out of character for the DeShawn, John used to know.



<em>Becca? What the fuck was up with her? It's like she's submissive all of a sudden?</em>



He walked out to their little balcony and tried to make sense of his feelings.



<em>I'm angry at Becca.</em>



<em>I'm furious at DeShawn.</em>



<em>I'm hard as a rock and turned on beyond belief.</em>



<em>Fuck! This isn't good. There's nothing about this that's healthy.</em>



<em>Becca's going to leave me and I'm going to be rock hard when she does!!</em>



<em>What the fuck?</em> 

