Becky's Hunger

By Blair Erotica

Becky comes out of a depression with a hunger for life and an ambition to live large that her husband can’t satisfy. Joining a gym where boxers train, she meets people, men and woman, who love life and rough sex. As her eyes open to the possibilities, Becky finds herself and gets her husband a new home.

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Odd, she thought, that unexciting Tom had given her the space and time she needed to recover. In the same way, a workload of rather unexciting work for clients had given her back herself. She could have done without the work sometimes, though.

Still, the bills did not yet pay themselves and she needed to earn some money. Tom had a good job, but keeping her independence meant that she had to earn her share; that, in turn, meant getting about the dreary business of settling into the dreary rhythms of a new work week.

She sighed. Just the thought of turning on her computer and checking for emails about work nearly exhausted her. Some of that was her own fault. The last assignment she had accepted had been boring and frustrating and she should’ve known from the start. If that hadn’t been bad enough, now the company she had done the work for was stalling about paying. Somehow that had decided that she was the solution to their cash-flow problems. Just the idea of trying to extract the money she had earned from those creeps left her feeling unclean in some odd way.

With no active jobs in the queue, starting her work day meant the tedium of composing emails that alerted former clients to the exciting fact that she was available for work. Begging letters, one of her freelance friends called them. Everyone hated sending out begging letters. But former clients were the most likely source of new clients and they tended to forget about a freelancer they had used. So you sent them short reminders. Begging letters that kept you in mind for the next job.

The second part of finding work would be sending out emails to new companies, potential clients. She would attach her CV, links to work she had done and her rate sheet. She wondered, somewhat wistfully, if putting in a note that offered a free blowjob with every assignment over some dollar amount would get better results or at least interesting replies. Unfortunately, a lot of the people she worked for were women; besides it was hard to give blowjobs over the internet.

Worse was her realization that she wasn’t even sure she was ready to commit to a major project, even if it was offered. A serious restlessness, one that tied in directly to her sexual frustration, had crept into her bones and it kept her from focusing her thoughts or knowing what she wanted. It permeated everything. Something needed changing.

"When you get down to it, I'm one hell of a mess," she decided, saying the words out loud to her image in the bathroom mirror. The image stared back into her eyes as if trying to figure out the person on the other side. No one present disagreed with her observation; no one patted her on the back and told her she was simply going through a bad patch, seeing a bit of the dark side. No one suggested that things would get better.

She sighed again and went to the kitchen to satisfy a different hunger.

She found a piece of leftover pizza in the refrigerator. Tom disliked cold pizza — that was a blessing for her as it was her favorite breakfast. This one had pepperonis on it and she ate it, savoring the tang that the tomato sauce developed while she made coffee in the French press. When the coffee was ready and its heady smell filled the kitchen, she poured a steaming mug and took it out on the balcony where she could sit in her wicker chair and watch the morning as she let the coffee do its magic.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Jun 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463987377

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BECKY’S HUNGER

Blair Erotica

Copyright © 2012 Blair Erotica

Cover photo © Can Stock Photo Inc. / mocker

All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction intended for adults; the people are not actual people but they act like them and a reader would be forgiven for thinking that they were real people. The places are fictional but the author has been in places quite similar. Finally, the story contains graphic depictions of sexual acts and is not suitable for children or those who find sex offensive.

CHAPTER ONE

Becky knew she’d spent far too much time wondering how to tell Tom what she'd done. Not that it was a big deal, but she had needed to make a change. She’d made it, and Tom wasn’t big on change. So, when he came home from work and gave her the perfect opening and she decided to take it.

What did you do today? Tom asked.

She smiled. I joined a gym.

He looked up. Why?

She smiled at his predictability. To get in shape, is why. I would think that is something of a no brainer.

But you are in shape, he said looking at her oddly. I like the way you look.

I didn’t tell you that because I was fishing for a compliment, Tom. The truth is that I’m not in great shape. Joining the gym will help me feel better about myself. You might not see it, but I don’t have as much energy as I used to; my mind and body are both getting flabby from sitting at the computer all day. So I decided to do something about it. At the gym, the trainer had me take a long walk on a treadmill and we both saw how out of shape I was.

He frowned. People get obsessed with fitness, he said.

I am not obsessed with it, she said trying not to sound snappy. I am just concerned. I want to look my best. I want to look sexy, she thought. I don’t like not having enough energy to play as well as work.

Seems to me like exercise uses up energy, he said.

Clearly he wasn’t interested in pursuing the idea himself. And that, she thought, was a shame. These days Tom seldom had much energy when he got home. Even on the weekends it was hard to get him interested in doing anything.

Still, that was not a big deal. Their only problem always came down to their sex life.

And the problem was not strictly Tom.

Tom had never been wild and crazy with her. She couldn’t complain that he had changed or pretended to be someone he wasn’t. In fact, she had moved in with him because he had been nothing but kind and considerate. After Leo, she had needed that.

Leo had been her fiancé. Smart and sexy, although not the best looking guy she had ever dated, he seemed to know how to push all of her buttons. When he started in on her, it seemed to her that he invented the idea of turning another person on.

They dated through college. He played football and was getting stellar grades as well and they intended to marry after graduation.

An incredible tease, he would get her worked up to a point that she thought she might explode. He loved to tell her what he was going to do to her, speaking slowly and describing his intentions in the most graphic details. Sometimes she felt as if she wanted to crawl out of her skin.

Leo was more than talk too. He loved sexual adventure. Thinking of some sexual experience he hadn’t tried made his eyes light up and his cock get hard.

He taught her to appreciate adventure too.

She didn’t think she ever idolized Leo. Becky knew his appetites well. Although she loved him, she was sure that she wasn’t and wouldn’t be the only girl in his life. But then he didn’t expect her to restrict herself to him. In fact, one night, Leo got a motel room and they swapped with his best friend, Rob, and Rob’s girlfriend, Marla. She had wondered how she would feel about it, but somehow she preferred being there when he fucked someone else than sitting home alone. And Rob was a hunk too.

When she heard Marla crying out next to her on the bed as Leo fucked her, it just made her even hotter for Leo. She enjoyed fucking Rob too. Hearing Marla’s passionate cries as Rob’s cock filled her cunt seemed incredible. She was sure they made Rob hotter too, because he fucked her hard.

Leo even gave their wedding plans a special sexual edge.

One night, shortly after they decided to marry, they were making out in the backyard of his parent’s house, with his parents asleep inside. He undressed Becky slowly, then lay her on a blanket on the lawn. With the stars blazing overhead, he ate her. His tongue and fingers lit her on fire and when she came, he raised her legs up toward her breasts and fucked her with his magnificent cock.

As she swirled happily in her bliss, he put her on her stomach on the blanket and began talking to her about his desire to fuck her ass. His fingers played counterpoint to his words, caressing her bare ass.

I’ve never done that, Leo, she hissed, heating up to his touch, wanting it but feeling nervous.

I didn’t think you had, he said. So we will make it special. Right now I am going to go crazy working my hard cock into your tight ass, and then I will predict your future. As he talked, he had wet his fingers in her cunt and then pressed the tip of his finger into the tight ring of her anus.

After the wedding, he said. As soon as I can get you alone, I will bend you over so I can lift your wedding dress up and pull your panties down. I will bring a tube of gel to the wedding, he grinned. Maybe I will have my best man bring it with the ring, and she trembled knowing that Leo was saying it so that she would know that he would tell all this to Rob too. I will get my finger all slippery and work it deep into you, getting you stretched enough to take my swollen cock.

He had managed to get his finger inside her ass as he talked and she fantasized with him thinking that this was how he would stretch her anus. She still trembled at the idea that he would fill it with his cock. Do you want my cock in your ass, Becky? he would ask.

For her answer, she pressed back to get more of his finger inside her. I want you every way, she told him as he finger fucked her ass.

Finger your pussy and make yourself come while I finger fuck your ass, he said, his breath hot.

With her face pressing into the ground, she raised her hips and masturbating with his fingers driving deeper into her ass. And when her orgasm overwhelmed her she reached for his hard shaft, and she sucked him until he came in her mouth.

The closer it came to their marriage, the more Leo fantasized aloud about fucking Becky’s ass. One day he drove her over to Rob’s house. Rob was at work, but Marla was there, and clearly expecting them. She opened the door wearing a sheer robe that showed her bare breasts, fishnet stockings and high heels. Leo kissed her and led Becky inside the house.

Marla led the way straight to the bedroom where Leo turned her to face away from him and lifted the back of her robe, exposing her bare ass. Marla bent forward slightly, holding on to one of the bed posts. Leo took one of Becky’s hands in his and put it on his crotch. He ran his other hand over her Marla’s buttocks.

Becky liked Marla. She never thought of her as beautiful, but she knew that Rob was crazy about her body, and she had watched Leo enjoyed it too. Now as Leo stroked her ass, Becky had to admit that it was nice. She didn’t know if he had fucked her more than the one time they had swapped, but it didn’t matter.

What’s going on? Becky asked.

Preparation, he told her. As much as I enjoy telling you about how it will be, what I will do, when I fuck your ass, words only go so far. I suggested to Marla that we should show you what it looks like to have a cock in your ass, Leo told her.

Marla smiled and licked her lips as Leo ran his hand over her ass. Rob is the only man who has ever had my ass, she said, and that was one time, but what are friends for?

Leo took Becky’s hand and put it on Marla’s ass. Nice and soft, he said.

Becky felt her stomach tighten but knew what she felt was excitement.

Did you tell her my price? Marla asked.

No, Leo said. You tell her.

After he fucks my ass I want you to eat me, Becky.

Becky swallowed. I’ve never eaten a girl.

I can give you pointers if you need them, Leo laughed.

Becky laughed. Leo did know how to eat pussy. And if he wanted her watch her eat Marla, then she would. So Becky heard herself agree. I will eat you cunt.

Marla pointed out the lubricant on the nightstand as Leo slipped the robe off her. Then, naked, she got on her hands and knees on the bed and wiggled her ass at them. Leo took Becky’s hand and squeezed lubricant on her finger and guided it to Marla’s ass. He worked the tip of her finger into the anus and then pushed her hand so that Becky’s finger slipped deep into Marla’s ass. The tight constriction of the girl’s anus, even around her small finger made her realize that it would provide a world of pleasure to a man’s cock.

Finger fuck this sweet ass while I get ready, he said. Try to get a second finger in there.

He watched them as he took off his clothes, dropping them on the floor. He moved to Marla’s face and pushed his swelling cock between her thin lips. Get it big and hard, he moaned as Marla began sucking.

After a time, Leo moved alongside Becky, his cock stiff. He spread lube on the head and had her rub it the length of the shaft, then she watched, intrigued, as Leo spread Marla’s ass cheeks apart and forced his cock in through the tight ring of her anus. His face contorted with lust and Marla was crying out as drove in her. Then he was rocking back and forth. She could see his cock spreading the anus as he fucked Marla’s ass, and she held his balls gently in her hand as his hips jerked and he came in the girl’s ass.

As Marla rolled over and Becky crawled between her legs to eat her pussy, she felt Leo’s hands on her ass. She saw his smiling face watching her lick Marla, tasting her salty cunt, smelling her musky odor. His finger worked in her ass and she knew that as much as he had liked fucking Marla’s ass, Leo would love it even more when he fucked hers. His crazy buildup was getting to them both.

Their idyllic plan shattered a few months before the end of school. Coming home from a ball game, the team bus that Leo and Rob were riding on crashed. Leo was killed instantly and Rob paralyzed.

The news destroyed her universe and Becky fell completely apart. She crawled inside herself; never graduated from school. She couldn’t even face the idea of returning to anyplace that had memories of Leo.

Tom lived next door to Becky and had known both her and Leo for some time. He was more an acquaintance than a friend but she had even dated him once and liked him. When she lost Leo so suddenly, she found that she had been so wrapped up in him that she knew few other people.

And Tom stepped in. He took over the routine of her life while she worked through her emotions. He cooked for her and made sure she ate, saw that her bills were paid on time and kept the world at bay. In time, she tuned to him for emotional support and then decided she loved him. He was stable and comfortable.

But not an adventurer.

He was supportive.

But not exciting. Not even remotely.

Finally, at his insistence, because she needed something, someone, she had moved in with him. Needing something to do, she had started working. Without a degree, she started designing websites, which was something she had studied. She liked the work and it began the healing process. Or gave it a chance to work.

Over time, she began taking control of her life again, one small thing at a time. Much to her surprise, she found that the old Becky was still alive, albeit battered.

Now, however, it seemed that moving in with Tom had been a bad move. He had given her what she had needed, but now that she didn’t need or want a minder the situation grew more awkward daily.

Still, he had been there for her, and she wanted to be fair with him. She held onto the hope that if she could find a way of turning him on, awakening him to excitement then they had a shot at being happy together.

She tried to get him to talk about his sexual fantasies. If she knew what he wanted, she thought, then she could act on them. But he didn’t seem to want to admit to wanting more than what they had. She realized that doing something outrageous and sexy, which someone like Leo would have loved, would anger or frighten Tom. It would unsettle him and he hated things being unsettled. Her efforts just upset him. He wanted her with him inside his shell, not her bringing him out of it. She couldn’t understand it, but she couldn’t deny it.

But she had begun to heal and was becoming aware that life, the life she wanted, was out there somewhere among the plethora of unsettled things.

* * *

So, one morning, as the alarm went off, Becky had rolled over and lay quiet, listening as Tom reached out to shut it off. He gave a muffled grunt, pulled off his covers and got out of bed. He stood there rubbing his eyes and stretching for a time. She wondered if he was watching her for any sign that she was awake. Finally, he headed into the bathroom to shower.

She had decided, firmly, that she would stay in bed playing possum. Once he left for work, then she would consider getting up. To reinforce that decision she pulled her pillow over her head. Not that she wanted to sleep more. No, not that at all. She was horny as hell and what she really wanted was for Tom to come back to bed, randy and wanting to fuck.

She knew two reasons that wouldn’t happen. First, Tom never got up early. He set the alarm to give himself barely enough time to shower and shave and get to the office. The way the job market was, he wouldn’t risk being late. She could understand that, and even sympathize.

It was Tom’s increasing reluctance to initiate sex that bothered her. If she started things, if she teased him, or pointed out how lovely a hot fuck would be, he was happy to oblige. But she couldn’t recall one time when he had started it.

So what did she want from him? Oh, she damn well knew the answer to that one. Once in a while, she wanted him to get aroused enough to grab her and fuck her. She wanted him to want her even, or maybe particularly, when she didn’t feel sexy. She wanted him to show her that when she was close, it drove him crazy. She wanted him to take some control. If he would just go that far, she could compromise, or she imagined she could.

Now she played the game of reciting Tom’s good qualities in her head, but they were such a dull laundry list of virtues that it didn’t help when her pussy was hungry. And what use was a saint when you needed an outlaw? What use was steadfastness and helpfulness when you wanted a taste of something wild, and someone that would push you out of your comfort zone?

At least sometimes.

Leo could be a bastard at times, but he was an exciting bastard. From her perspective, he and Tom represented the opposite ends of the macho yardstick.

And so now she lay in bed, hearing him dress, smelling his aftershave, and feeling her desire building. She refused to say a word, but craved the idea that he would leap on her and take her. Lying there, she felt her desire blossom into a need that ached like a hunger.

It was much later that she finally, reluctantly, threw the covers back and slid out of her bed. Her movements showed no enthusiasm, because she felt none, but with any possibility of getting fucked going out the door with Tom, she needed to get to her computer and do some work. The idea that she had to work that morning depressed her. That wasn’t entirely fair; her work was fine. Having to work wasn’t at the core of her discontent. In fact, work had helped her find herself again.

Odd, she thought, that unexciting Tom had given her the space and time she needed to recover. In the same way, a workload of rather unexciting work for clients had given her back herself. She could have done without the work sometimes, though.

Still, the bills did not yet pay themselves and she needed to earn some money. Tom had a good job, but keeping her independence meant that she had to earn her share; that, in turn, meant getting about the dreary business of settling into the dreary rhythms of a new work week.

She sighed. Just the thought of turning on her computer and checking for emails about work nearly exhausted her. Some of that was her own fault. The last assignment she had accepted had been boring and frustrating and she should’ve known from the start. If that hadn’t been bad enough, now the company she had done the work for was stalling about paying. Somehow that had decided that she was the solution to their cash-flow problems. Just the idea of trying to extract the money she had earned from those creeps left her feeling unclean in some odd way.

With no active jobs in the queue, starting her work day meant the tedium of composing emails that alerted former clients to the exciting fact that she was available for work. Begging letters, one of her freelance friends called them. Everyone hated sending out begging letters. But former clients were the most likely source of new clients and they tended to forget about a freelancer they had used. So you sent them short reminders. Begging letters that kept you in mind for the next job.

The second part of finding work would be sending out emails to new companies, potential clients. She would attach her CV, links to work she had done and her rate sheet. She wondered, somewhat wistfully, if putting in a note that offered a free blowjob with every assignment over some dollar amount would get better results or at least interesting replies. Unfortunately a lot of the people she worked for were women; besides it was hard to give blowjobs over the internet.

Worse was her realization that she wasn’t even sure she was ready to commit to a major project, even if it was offered. A serious restlessness, one that tied in directly to her sexual frustration, had crept into her bones and it kept her from focusing her thoughts or knowing what she wanted. It permeated everything. Something needed changing.

When you get down to it, I'm one hell of a mess, she decided, saying the words out loud to her image in the bathroom mirror. The image stared back into her eyes as if trying to figure out the person on the other side. No one present disagreed with her observation; no one patted her on the back and told her