My Wife Becca

This is my second attempt at a story on here. Let me know what you think. This will be a series.

It was the summer of 2000. I was on the Rogue River in Oregon, white water rafting with a group of friends. We were headed back to our camp after a great float down the rapids. We consumed plenty of beers along the way, and were feeling no pain. I was single at the time, as any 22 year old man just out of college should be. I was enjoying the freedom and adventure that life provides at that age. Traveling with friends, wild parties, and a few wild women now and then were the norm.

I finally had my own money in my pocket and loved my job selling high dollar real estate in Portland. I had an established network of contacts and was starting off very well. I found that most of my interactions were with the wives of wealthy businessmen, and my six two frame, good looks, and charm helped to close deals.

"Woohoo! The barbeque is already going!" my best friend Ted yelled as we pulled the raft ashore next to our campsite.

"I'm starving," I said, as I smelled the burgers and heard the music blaring.

The six of us jumped out of the raft and carried it up to the grass area. A group of five friends came in from Portland while we were on the river, some of whom I had not yet met. They were drinking keg beer from red Solo cups and were enjoying chips and dip while cooking burgers. Two attractive girls were setting up a tent.

"Hey everyone, why don't we introduce each other real quick," Ted announced.

The first of the two girls who were setting up the tent, turned and eyed my six pack abs as she approached and held out her hand. She was wearing white shorts and a bikini top. She had brunette hair that was just below shoulder length and big brown eyes. She was very pretty and had what I guessed were B cup breasts.

"Hi, I'm Steve," I said, shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Hi, I'm Jessica. You as well," she responded smiling.

Her friend emerged from the tent, and our eyes met for the first time. She had flowing blonde hair that went to the middle of her back. She had big blues eyes and long eyelashes. I held her gaze as she approached me. Her breasts looked well proportioned on her five-eight frame. I guessed they were a bit bigger than a handful. She was wearing high cut blue jean shorts and a red and blue bikini top. Her abs were toned, and her hips flared sensually above long firm thighs. She was breathtakingly gorgeous.

"Um, my um, I'm Steve," I stuttered, losing the words I was trying to speak. My confident charm went out the window as soon as our eyes met.

"Hi, I'm Becca, short for Rebecca," She said as her thick lips curled up into a smile, recognizing my awkwardness. "Nice to meet you."

Once we all introduced ourselves, I found out that Becca was 20 and was attending the University of Oregon, also majoring in marketing. She was on their track team. We hit it off immediately, or at least after I picked my jaw off my chest and found the ability to speak again. She had a kind personality that drew others to immediately like her. She was not standoffish as many girls with her looks were.

"Let's do some shots, everyone." Ted yelled as he pulled out the tequila. "Let's get this party started!"

Ted was the stereotypical party guy, and he could be depended on to provide a great time wherever he went. Some girls found him a bit loud and obnoxious, but he was a great wingman. I enjoyed having him as a friend. He was six four with a muscular build, and from the girls he courted, I assumed he was good looking. He just never kept them around long and was considered a womanizer.

We all downed a round of shots as the burgers were pulled off the grill. We enjoyed our dinner and had lots of laughs, conversation, and flirting. I couldn't keep my eyes off Becca, as hard as I tried not to stare. She caught me looking at her several times, and her lips always curled up in a smile whenever she did.

That night, Becca and I sat on the bank of the river talking about life and dreams for the future. I was surprised to learn that we shared similar goals and values. She laughed at my corny jokes, and our conversation flowed naturally. I was getting warm feelings toward her that were different from any girls I'd met previously. We must have talked for four hours.

It was getting late, and we were going rafting in the morning, so we decided to head for our tents.

"Hey, I'm really glad you came down here this weekend," I said as we parted. "I feel lucky to have met you, Becca."

"Thank you, Steve," she said smiling, as she stared into my eyes. "I'm glad I met you too."

I wanted to kiss her, but for the first time in my life, I was afraid of messing things up. We both reluctantly broke our gaze and walked to our tents. I turned and looked back at her as I opened my door. Our eyes met again as she looked back at me.

"I should have kissed her," I thought to myself, thinking I blew it. "Stupid, Steve!"

The next day we all geared up for our float down the river. We loaded plenty of beers in the coolers along with snacks and sunscreen. Becca was wearing a pink bikini top and jean shorts over what I assumed was a bikini bottom. Her ass looked amazing even covered in shorts. She had a thick round ass with just the right amount of shake when she walked.

We piled into the raft at the start of our journey. Becca sat in front of me, and I got an eyeful of her rounded rear end when she arched her back and straddled the raft. She had muscle tone in her back and arms as she paddled down river. She caught me gawking as she turned, and her lips turned into a smile.

"Damn bro, did you see the ass on Becca?" Ted whispered to me as we floated down the river.

"No dude, I didn't notice," I said sarcastically. "You think I'm gay or something?"

"I hope she drops those shorts soon," Ted said. "I'd love to get a look at that fine ass."

"Hey, ease off," I defended her. "She really seems like a nice girl."

"Yeah, I saw you trying to get some last night," he teased. "Did you get a piece?"

"We were just talking," I responded.

"Hmm, just talking?" Ted challenged. "Maybe you are gay."

"Fuck off," I laughed.

We heard the roar of the river as we approached the biggest of the rapids. We aimed the boat forward and paddled into the whitewater. The first blast of cold water went over the bow, soaking everyone in the process. We laughed and yelled at the shock of the chilly blast. We paddled through it and readied ourselves for the next section. There were giant boulders under the surface that formed huge waves from the passing currents.

The next rapid lifted the bow of the boat as we paddled into it. The bow dropped quickly, plunging it under the roaring water. The boat spun to the left, and Becca lost her balance, falling into the rushing water. I dropped my paddle and dove in after her.

I saw her in front of me, and I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned back, placing her body above me, keeping her head out of the water with our feet downstream. We were pulled underwater by the current but quickly popped back up, and I maneuvered us toward a sandbank. I helped her up on the bank, and she fell backwards with me landing on top of her.

She looked like an angel with her wet golden hair and her big blue eyes looking up at me. I could feel her warm body pressing against me at the waist as I stared back at her, and I felt myself stir in response.

"Thank you for saving me," she said as she peered up at me smiling.

My face moved downward, and hers moved upward. Our lips met for the very first time.

Present Day:

"Becca, I'm home," I said as I entered our spacious foyer. The house was silent, which was unusual for a Friday afternoon in our busy household. Then I remembered the kids were both spending the night at their friends' houses. I pulled off my tie and loosened my shirt, looking around the house for my wife. Her Tesla was in the garage, so I knew she was home. I saw a half empty bottle of wine on the white slab countertop, and the large glass door leading to the backyard was open.

I looked outside and was met with the beautiful sight that I was not expecting from my shy wife. Becca was laying on a deck chair wearing a thong bikini bottom and nothing else. Her well rounded ass was staring back at me, glistening in the warm Scottsdale sunlight. She had her earbuds in, and she appeared to be flipping through her phone. Even in her early forties and two kids later, Becca's ass looked as good as the day we first met. Her daily trips to the gym and Mediterranean diet kept her looking young.

Unfortunately, Becca was always self conscious about her weight. She was picked on as a young teenager because she was heavy at the time. She lost weight, and during her junior year she joined the track team where she participated in the hurdles, 200, and 400 meters. She eventually gained a full ride scholarship to the University of Oregon because of her athleticism. But even with all of that, she never wore a bikini in public and was extremely inhibited.

We live in a house overlooking the valley with a large infinity pool that disappears into the Scottsdale horizon. We left Portland for sunshine when the economy crashed in 2009, and bought our lot on the hill with this pool in mind. We have no neighbors immediately next to us, so there is plenty of privacy to do what she was doing. But still, this was a first for her.

Becca rolled over, and I backed behind the curtain and out of view from her. Her big round breasts and pink half dollar sized nipples were exposed to the sunlight, and she grabbed the bottle of oil beside her. Like her ass, her breasts had little sag, and looked much as they did when we first met.

Becca poured some oil in her hands and rubbed it into her skin, starting with her calves and working her way up her legs. She spread her legs slightly as she oiled her thighs, and then she moved up her torso. She applied more oil and rubbed it on her belly and chest. She paid particular attention to her breasts and pinched her pink nipples.

She wiped her hands with her towel, took a sip of her wine, and laid back in her chair going back to her phone. I admired my wife of twenty years as she lay exposed before me. She continued to study her phone, and I decided to announce my presence. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and changed into my trunks to join her on the sun deck and pool.

When I returned, my wife had her feet on either side of the deck chair, her legs were spread, and her thong bottom was pushed to the side. Her bald mound was exposed to the afternoon sun, and her finger was stroking her clit as she stared at her phone intently. She appeared to be reading and scrolling.

I could not believe the sexy sight in front of me. I never saw my wife so exposed and worked up, especially outside in the bright sunlight. I was curious what Becca was reading, and it dawned on me that I could check. I logged into her Google account and checked her internet history.

She was reading a story on the Literotica website. It was about a wife who accidentally exposes her breasts to a group of guys at a party. The couple discovers that they both enjoy the idea of her exposing herself to others, and their adventures go on from there.

"Wow," I thought. "Could Becca be a closet exhibitionist?" I never knew she was a fan of erotic fiction or even masturbated for that matter. I decided to announce my presence without letting her know what I saw.

"Hey Becca, I'm home!" I yelled from out of eyesight.

She quickly fixed her bikini and straightened up. "Hi honey!" she replied guiltily.

"Holy shit!" I said, pretending to see her topless and in a thong for the first time. In her haste to hide the fact that she was masturbating to an erotic story, she forgot she was still laying topless in a thong.

"Oh, yeah," Becca said guiltily. "I was trying to get a tan. And while we're on the subject of tans, I have a surprise for you."

"What could be more of a surprise than coming home to my topless hot wife?" I asked.

"We're going to Bora Bora in a couple weeks," she said. "I had your office clear your schedule, and Ted and Tara are going with us."

"You are amazing," I said. "You know me so well. I've needed a vacation like this so bad, I was starving for a break from work."

"I know," Becca said. "With Covid and then real estate going nuts, we haven't had a vacation in a couple years. You deserve this. We deserve this."

"I can't remember the last time we had a vacation without kids," I said, already looking forward to the hotel sex.

"I know," she smiled. "Why do you think I'm working on this tan?"

"I really hope you wear something similar when we go to Bora Bora in a couple weeks," I said.

"Dream on, big boy," she said. "The only person seeing these tits and this ass is you."

"Come on, you know it's always been a fantasy of mine to show you off to someone else." I challenged her.

"You're demented," she said laughing. "Who would want to see this old fat lady?"

"First, you're far from fat," I said. "Second, you could pass for a woman in her twenties, and 41 is not old. Look down at yourself. You're beautiful naked."

"Come here and kiss me," Becca said, trying to distract me.

I leaned over her and kissed my beautiful wife. Her lips felt extra soft, and I felt her tongue push against mine. When I reached down and cupped her bare breast, I noticed her pink nipple was hard. She was worked up after reading her story.

"You should really think about dressing like this on our vacation," I whispered to her. "Imagine the hardons you'd create if other men saw you like this."

Becca bit her lip. "Oh stop," she said. "I'd never wear a thong, much less go topless in public. It's not happening."

"Fine, but the thought does stir me," I said as I dropped my board shorts.

"What are you doing?" she scolded me.

"When in Rome," I replied, gesturing at her own nudity.

"I guess you're happy to see me," she said smiling at my erect six inches.

I kissed her again and continued to make out with her. Her breathing increased, and I could tell her resistance was fading. I kissed down her neck and trailed down to her breasts, sucking her nipple into my mouth.

"What are you doing?" she asked, trying to resist.

"What comes natural when in the presence of such beauty," I said, sucking her other nipple.

I kissed down her toned belly as I caressed her soft hips. I moved my hands to the side of her thong and pulled the strings down her hips. She did not move at first.

"Babe, we should go inside," she said unconvincingly.

"The kids are at their friends' houses. No one will interrupt us," I said as I kissed the top of her thighs.

I pulled again and she raised her hips, allowing me to remove her thong. I could not believe my wife was allowing me to strip her out in the open. She spread her legs and leaned back, giving me access to her moist folds. I slowly licked up and down her labia. I tasted coconut oil on her lips.

"Hmm, you taste like coconut. Were you touching yourself out here?" I said, smiling at her.

She looked down at me guiltily. "No, it must have just been on your lips from kissing me just now," she said quickly.

"Whatever, it tastes good," I said as I continued to kiss her there.

Her hands reached down and cradled my head as I sucked her clit into my mouth. I could feel her body quiver and see her abs shake as she enjoyed my contact with her button. She pushed her pelvis against me as her orgasm neared. I ran my fingertips up and down her labia while I licked her. She pulled my head into her more, and I entered her with my fingers, pushing them up against her G-spot.

"Oh, ah, that feels good," she moaned.

She was soaked, and my fingers were making sloshing sounds as they pistoned in and out of her. I sped up my pace and continued to put pressure on the spongy area just inside her pussy. I sucked and bit her clit as her body trembled around me.

"Oh god, I'm cumming. Mmmm!" she moaned as she came to my mouth and fingers.

"You are so beautiful right now," I said as I propped myself up and kissed her lips again.

"That felt really good," she said as she stared at my hard cock. She reached for it and pulled me toward her smiling mouth.

Becca looked up into my eyes and stuck her tongue out, licking the crown of my cockhead. She swirled her tongue around it, paying a lot of attention to the soft skin just below the head. She licked and sucked down my shaft and licked my balls.

"I love watching you do this," I said as I watched her stroke me while sucking my balls.

She pulled my cock into her lips and began bobbing her head on me. I looked down at my wife's perfectly curved body glistening in the sun as she bobbed her head on my throbbing cock. She fondled my balls with her fingertips while she sucked on me. She looked into my eyes as she pleased me the way I had just pleased her.

After a few minutes, I knew I was not going to last much longer, so I pulled my cock back. Becca never swallowed, saying the thought of it made her gag. I never pushed the issue and was just happy to get what I was receiving. Becca is one of those women who really enjoys giving head. I think it gives her a sense of control and power over me, and she always gets aroused while she's going down on me. Today was no exception.

"I want you in me," she breathed, as she leaned back spreading her legs.

I looked down at my nude wife spread open and waiting for me with the sunny Paradise Valley in the background. I needed no further motivation and sank into her in one smooth thrust.

"Oh god, yes!" she groaned.

I began thrusting into her as our bodies rocked together. Her tits bounced with the rhythm of each thrust. Seeing her this way in the bright spring sunshine added a new element to our passion. Becca usually turns the light off when we have sex, so being outside and this exposed turned the heat up on both of us. I leaned down and kissed her deeply as our bodies connected as one.

"I love you, baby," she moaned.

I slipped out of her and I pulled her hip to the side. Becca knew what I wanted, and the feeling was mutual. She smiled at me as she got on all fours and arched her ass out toward me, exposing everything in the process. I never saw her this exposed in our normal bedroom sessions. The Arizona afternoon sunlight highlighted the beauty of every part of her.

I quickly entered her from behind and started thrusting deeply. I looked down at the pink opening of her anus as she pushed back against me. The round cheeks of her ass were undulating with each thrust, inviting me to touch her there. I grabbed the coconut oil off the table and poured it on her ass. I rubbed it all over her skin as we fucked, making her skin glisten even more. I trailed my thumb over her rear opening as I continued to thrust into her.

"Oh umm, mmmmm, ah!" Becca moaned as my thumb began working in circles around her puckered opening.

I could feel her pussy clenching around me as I stimulated her there. I never tried anal with my wife, and she always said it was gross. But as I rimmed her opening with my thumb, her breathing and moaning increased while her hips bucked faster against me. I pushed my thumb into her slowly as I worked it around in small circles.

"Oh god, yes, ahhh!" she moaned as my thumb pushed further in.

Becca arched her back further and pushed her ass into my thumb, trying to get me to penetrate her there. I began moving my thumb slowly in and out of her as our bodies slapped together.

"SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP," my balls slapped her clit below.

"Oh God, I'm cumming, baby!" Becca cried as her body convulsed around me.

I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock and her ass clenching around my thumb as her orgasm overtook her. The sight of her ass being penetrated as her whole body shook around me sent me over the edge, and I came deep in her womb. I collapsed on her and kissed her back and neck. She turned and kissed me as we came down from our mutual orgasms.