She wasn’t interested in period play so she gave me blowjobs during that time. I said “your hand and mouth certainly do more for my cock than my hand could ever do”. She replied “not for me, I like sucking you off but just once, try it once, for me?”. I smiled saying “okay, I should have a full load by then”. She kissed me and began rubbing my cock. I said “I get a blowjob afterwards”. She replied “deal”. I then said “sit in front of me and finger yourself”.
She laid down in front of me and began rubbing herself. I watched for a while. As she continued, she started getting herself hot. I crawled between her legs and began licking and tonguing her pussy and ass. She began rubbing herself faster and, as I tongue fucked her, she got herself off another time bucking against my face and screaming. I mounted her and began pumping her to the hilt finally shooting a load inside her.
It was getting late and we crawled into the warm bed and snuggled.
We both fell to sleep for the night, awaking to a cold room as the stove was down to embers. I had closed the dampers but it was still nearly out. I grabbed some wood that I had brought in from outside and tossed it in and climbed back into bed. I went back to sleep and was awakened by the phone. I guess it was still working. Becca answered it. It was the restaurant/lounge place where she had been working part time.
Her and Roxy were covering Abby’s shifts as she could no longer work. Becca had an idea to have private Sunday football parties, sort of a work around to the existing state liquor laws back then. Well, the place had electricity so the owners wanted her to come in and try her plan as many customers had spent the night there, taking shelter from the snowstorm. She explained all of this to me as she had me drive her into town. The owners let her run the show.
She set up a private bar and had several TVs going. She charged an entrance fee plus charged for food and booze. At that time, Sunday bars and lounges were illegal in that town but private parties were not. Becca had a great idea that went over very well so, going forward, it became a Sunday tradition for the remainder of the football season.
Midweek came as did Becca’s period.
I assumed that it was jack off time when she surprised me saying she was covering some evening shifts at the lounge. She arrived late every night but took care of me with quickie blowjobs. I could tell she was changing. She came in again late and I was in bed. I asked “you have a full time job as a CPA and soon you will be busy with taxes”. She replied while undressing “I know, I just get this business and want to learn more”. I asked “bar business”.
She said “no, restaurant and hospitality” as she climbed in bed and began stroking my cock. Soon, she had me fully erect. She continued stroking and sucking me until I shot a load. She licked and sucked me until I was drained. Then, she climbed up next to me and gave me a kiss. I began pondering her new interest and fell to sleep. As this private football party became her baby so to speak, she began working Saturdays getting prepared so there went our “balling and balling” tradition.
While she still found time for me, it was definitely getting different. I was missing “our routine” even though she still took care of me sexually.
Fall passed and winter came. Winter was harsh in this area but Becca’s Sunday football event grew in popularity, so much that when the season ended, she began planning a college basketball Sunday as well. I asked her “what about tax season”. She kissed me and replied “I can handle it”.
Soon, her Sunday basketball party was in full force. So was tax season. I barely saw her. On top of that, I was informed by corporate that I needed to prepare to move on the the next and final job site soon. I was told that in order to keep my supervisor position that I needed to move with the infrastructure team. I was given eight weeks to decide and prepare. Becca was so busy and we spent what little time we had intimately. I loved her deeply and did not want to distract her from her work.
Becca, in doing her basketball parties, was not aware that the final games were on Saturday and Monday, not Sunday. Tax season was hitting its peak so we barely saw each other. I finally went by her work late and asked what her plans were for a week from Sunday. She replied “you know I have the basketball finals party, why are you doing this to me?”. I replied “there is no game that Sunday”. She exploded saying “get out and quit fucking with me”. That pissed me off so I walked out.
The next day, I was approached by corporate onsite asking me to decide. I wanted to stay as a supervisor anyway and in the heat of the moment I said “give me my marching orders, I’m ready”.
Becca was burning the candle at both ends and I rarely saw her. No intimacy, no hello, nothing. She was in after me and up before me. After her blowup, I didn’t speak to her. It was amazing how two people could be so far apart in a one room house. Soon, I had my transfer papers.
I was to be onsite May 15, a little over a month away. I went to the lounge where Becca had been working her Sunday events even though she was doing taxes. The owner smiled and brought me a Bud. He asked me “what’s Becca planning for Sunday, there’s no game then”. I sipped a drink and said “tell her that”. He walked away. I finished my beer and left heading towards home. I stopping at Al’s. He came out and offered me a beer as we chatted a while.
He announced that he was not going to the final job site. He and Jenna were going back home. The economy was better now and they both missed their families. He asked “did you sign up?”. I replied “yep”. They said “they want us, or those that are going, there on May 15”. I nodded and he said “what’s Becca think of that?”. I said “she doesn’t know, I barely see her and we aren’t speaking”. He replied “sorry”.
I said “don’t be” and went home.
I watched a bit of TV when I heard a car pull up. I heard the door unlock and in came Becca. I was sipping a beer and I smiled and said “hi, home early?”. She sat down next to me cuddling and said “I’m sorry, you always look out for me, I was so wrong yelling at you and … you were right, no game Sunday”. I knew tax season was in full bloom and asked “taxes all done too?”.
She smiled and said “for tonight” as she took a drink of my beer and unzipped my jeans. She said “you’ve been neglected” and began sucking my cock. It had been a couple of weeks and her stroking and sucking soon brought forth a load into her awaiting mouth. She then said “I have a confession”. Thoughts raced through my mind, someone else, she’s been gone a lot … when she looked me in the eyes and said “give me a minute”.
She went into the bathroom and came out completely naked with a vibrating massager she had ordered by mail. She turned off the TV and stood in front of me. She began fingering herself then began fucking herself with the massager like a fake dick. She fucked herself to orgasm in just a few seconds working in and out of her pussy while rubbing her clit. As she came down, she replied “I needed that” and drank the remainder of my beer. She then went to the fridge and brought another.
She sat down across my lap and kissed me asking “enjoy that?”. I nodded and she said “this work schedule is killing me but it is about over now”. She kissed me while rubbing my cock and said “sorry about neglecting you but, as you just saw, I haven’t been neglecting myself”. She called it her “quickie rod”. She bought it mail order and it was advertised as a back massager but obviously it had other purposes.
She continued stroking me saying “remember last fall when I masturbated after pissing?” I replied “yep, it was hot”. She said “I think I have a sex addiction like mom so I bought this” as she massaged my cock with it. She continued massaging me with it saying “this took care of it, I can get off in a couple of minutes and it clears my head”. She then leaned down and sucked my cock head as she ran the vibrator around the base and my balls. She continued as I built a load.
I began bucking as she brought my second load into her awaiting mouth. She brought me down saying “I do love you” and we went to bed.
The next day, she was up before me but kissed me on the cheek before leaving. After work, I stopped by her tax office. She smiled saying “hi”. I asked her if she could take a break. She nodded and got up asking “did you know Al and Jenna are going back home?”. I said “yes” and taking her hand walked her outside.
She asked “so what about you, us?”. I said “your Sunday gig is done and taxes are about done so let’s move on”. She asked “when?”. I said “I report May 15 but I will be back here some to wrap this up”. She asked “by when?”. I replied “July first, we turn it over”. She replied “would you have an interest in buying into a restaurant franchise”. I replied “here?”. She said “no, I am about done here too, it’s about an hour from my kids and my asshole ex”.
I replied “just far enough away but not too far”. She smiled and nodded saying “it’s a great opportunity for both of us. I said “well maybe for you”. I walked her back in and went home. Within a couple of weeks, tax season ended and Becca was back on her normal schedule. She continued talking about this restaurant franchise opportunity saying she was driving to the place next week to meet with the current owner. She was gone several days and came back with a plan.
She was going to buy in herself using some cash on hand and work off the rest of a loan. We had put her $10k settlement in a CD when rates were crazy high and it was close to maturing. I asked “so you will use the CD?”. She said “no, it matures next year and I am saving it for my kids”.
Part 16
Soon, my time to move came and I left. Fortunately, I was back every other week until the job was complete here.
On my first week back, Becca was the Becca of old and she had planned what she called a “dirty weekend” for Saturday and Sunday. She had burned all of Roxy’s magazines and disposed of her old sex toys. She had her a new toy and, Friday when I arrived, she showed it to me. It was a vibrating type she was using on her clit. I was starting to wonder if the toys were overstimulating her. If she did have a sex addiction, probably not. Well, we would find out tomorrow.
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