Discovering Her Needs: A Hotwife Discovered Story (Her Needs Series)

by C. C. Morian

  It had been a very long time since she’d come without her clit being touched, it had never happened with Mason. “Please,” she whispered. “Touch me.”

  “I will,” he said, sounding both in control and yet with a note of pleading in his voice. “After you admit it.”

  Janet shook her head again, violently.

  “You weren’t thinking about him? Or you don’t want to admit the truth?”

  Again Janet shook her head. She closed her eyes, it was Mason’s voice, Mason’s touch, her bed. Their bed. But it was Brad’s cock in her.

  And Brad could always make her come without having to touch her clit.

  Her body started to shake, and knowing what was going to happen, she relented, she moaned, an admission as loud as an announcement.

  “You were thinking of him?”

  Janet moaned again.

  “Fucking him?”

  “No, no. . .” Yet her moans and the movement of her hips made a mockery of her words.

  “Coming in you?”

  “Oh god, yes. . .” Her entire body spasmed, squeezing around the cock inside her, sucking at it, demanding, smiling as she felt it tense, imagining the cum shooting into her, and the very thought of it, the sinful glory of another man shooting into her drove her closer and closer. . .

  She might have made it all the way, just like that, but Mason’s hand was on her clit, awkward, yet so welcome it didn’t matter, and her body jerked violently, her orgasm slamming into her, just as the thick jet of seed drove into her depths.

  I lay on my back, still feeling the rush. I’d never been so turned on in my life. Not even the first time I had sex with Janet, which had seemed like winning the lottery, she was a beauty beyond my wildest dreams. That first night with her I had moved slowly, I didn’t want to do anything to break the bubble, to wake up from my lucky dream. If I hadn’t moved slowly I would have come right away, with the first brush of her hand on my cock I had almost lost it. As it was I came too fast, but Janet hadn’t seemed to mind, we had lay together for a long time afterward, I didn’t even want to think I should expect it to be the norm, that Janet would be mine forever.

  Not even then had I been so turned on as I had been tonight. About all of it. Seeing Janet being intimate with another man. The pride of knowing she was my wife, that she wasn’t cheating, I didn’t for a minute suspect that. And then, most of all, listening to her admission, that she was fantasizing about another lover. Had she made that up? Said it only because she thought that’s what I wanted to hear?

  And my reaction, so—intense. Janet must have heard it in my voice. She’d certainly seen how excited I had been. She had been so wet, so hot.

  I could still feel her heat, her body curled against me.

  As if reading my mind Janet whispered, “About what I said.”

  “It’s okay.” I hesitated. “And the things I said, I—.”

  “What brought that on?”

  “It’s hard to explain.”

  “I shared. Your turn.” There was no anger in her voice, no trick, she sounded genuinely interested.

  “Sometimes. . .sometimes I see how men look at you. Do you know how beautiful you are? Not just beautiful, but sexy. I see how men look, and I—. This is going to sound sexist and possessive, I don’t mean it to, but it will. I just feel so proud that you are my wife. Seeing those men, a lot of them much better looking that I am, seeing them stare at you, I know exactly what they are thinking, I used to look at women like that too, before I met you. I get this crazy, satisfied, smug response. They can leer, but you are my wife. You’ll be going home with me. I’m the one who’ll see you naked, who will make love to you.” My voice trailed off.

  Janet was quiet for a long time. “Wow. That’s a lot to take in.”

  “I know, it’s a jumble.”

  Janet leaned over my chest, her lips inches away. “You are a handsome man. You’re the only man I want.”

  “I know I’m not ugly. There are plenty of other handsome men, some more than me, it doesn’t bother me to admit it, or even for you to say it. I’m not insecure. It’s not that, I don’t feel inferior, if anything, just the opposite, at least in one regard. They may be more muscular, better looking, bigger, but I have something they don’t have—you.”

  “When did this start?”

  I laughed. “Right after we met. We were at that party, you remember? That fundraiser you had invited me to. I thought you just needed a date. It was the first time I had seen you so dressed up, you were elegant, stunning. I was wearing a tuxedo and felt underdressed next to you. I was in a daze, I could see everyone looking at you, not only the men, even the women, you were the most beautiful woman there. I was somehow separate from everything, like I was watching a play. People clustered around you wherever you were.”

  “You mean they clustered around us.”

  “Well, yes, but only because I was with you. You’re magnetic. I felt it, they felt it. Some of the men didn’t even bother to hide it, they were staring at you, even if their wives were right there. That’s the effect you have.”

  Janet kissed me on the cheek. “You’re so sweet to say all this, but of course you are biased.”

  I shook my head. “It’s the truth. You think I’m the only one who thinks you are beautiful and sexy?”

  “That was ten years ago.”

  “You’re just as enticing now, more so. Men still look at you the same way. And that first night, I thought at any minute it would be over, you’d leave with one of them, and not me.”

  “You know I’d never do something like that.”

  “I know that now. I didn’t then.”

  Janet rested her cheek on my chest, my heart still pounding. I cradled her head, my fingers in her hair.

  “So you have been spying on me.” But her voice was light, teasing.

  “Guilty. Not spying, just stepping back a little, every so often when we’re in public. Seeing how the men look at you.”

  “And the women?”

  “That to, but not in a sexual way. Well, maybe, I’m not sure I’d recognize that for what it is. I bet some of them are jealous. I think others are taken in by you, maybe wishing they could be you.”

  Janet laughed. “That sounds like the description of a princess. I’m no princess.”

  “No, I think of a princess as sweet and demure, not sexy.”

  “So now I’m a slut?” Janet was still laughing.

  “That’s not it either. And it’s not funny.” But I started to laugh too. “Look, I said it was hard to explain.”

  “That’s not all that was hard.”

  “Guilty again. I admit it, I get excited thinking about it, seeing other men look at you. I never realized how excited until tonight. Well, that’s not quite right, I’ve realized it before, just not to this extent, and how arousing it is to talk to you about it. Get you to talk about it.”

  “It’s weird talking about—other men. I’ve never done that. I don’t think I want to hear you talk about other women.”

  “You’d have nothing to fear, you are so much better, in every way.”

  “It’s not that. Physical differences I don’t care about. So some other woman you were with had bigger boobs, that’s all just superficial.”

  “Men are superficial.”

  “You’re not.”

  “Maybe not all the time, but sure I am. Those humongous knockers, you know the big fake forty two double D’s? They drive me wild.”

  Janet slapped me on the chest. “Bullshit.”

  “I know. I like these much better.” I caressed Janet’s breasts. “Perfect.”

  “What I mean is, to a woman, it’s not just the physical, it’s everything else. If you were talking about another woman, I wouldn’t be worrying that she had a bigger chest, I’d be worried that you thought she gave you something I didn’t, that you had feelings for her you didn’t have for me.”

  “Really? Is that always the way it is with you? You never think of just
the physical, just the sex? You’ve never had sex just for the sake of sex?”

  Janet was silent for a long time. “Not with you.”

  “With other men?”

  “I told you, it’s not something I’ve ever talked about.”

  My heart was still beating hard. “But you were turned on tonight, weren’t you?”

  “Because you were.”

  I hesitated. I so wanted to ask the next question, but wasn’t sure I wanted the answer. Now that some of my heat had dissipated, now that my unbridled, unthinking desire had been satisfied, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know more. Or whether it was fair to ask.

  But if I didn’t, I’d always wonder. “Is that the only reason you were turned on?” I held my breath waiting to see how Janet would respond.

  Janet was silent for a long time. When she finally spoke her voice was a whisper. “No.” She quickly added, “I’m sorry.”

  I stroked her hair. “Don’t be.” And I meant it. Yet my stomach turned, a twist in my gut, hearing her admit it. All my excitement about the allure of her sexuality, the thrill of her as my wife, knowing other men wanted her, knowing she’d been with other men, knowing she must fantasize about other men. Just as I had often fantasized about other women. Although not since I had been married to Janet, only before. In the past with other women I’d sometimes be thinking of someone else while having sex. Harmless, right?

  I’d never needed to fantasize about anyone else since I’d been with Janet, from the very first time we had slept together. Sure, other married men probably did it; their minds filled with images of women other than their wives.

  But Janet had admitted she thought about other men. Not with so many words, but her reaction to my questions had made it pretty clear. And right at the end, wow. Brad coming inside her. “How often do you—think about other men?”

  “I hardly ever do. Really, you have to believe me.” Janet pulled herself up onto my chest, her eyes earnest. “Really. A few times, maybe. Just thoughts that came into my head. It has nothing to do with you. And though I don’t think I want to hear about it, if you did it too, if you sometimes thought about another woman, when you were alone, that wouldn’t bother me. Not much, anyway.”

  I tried to hide my apprehension with a joke. “Even if they had huge boobs?”

  Janet kissed me on the lips, a full, deep, loving kiss. “Even then.”

  But as I kissed her back I couldn’t help but wonder exactly what kind of thoughts she had about other men. Did she think about kissing them just like this? And was it only when she masturbated, or was it when she was having sex with me?

  My stomach lurched again, and yet so did my cock. It took me a long time to fall asleep that night.

  Janet usually woke first, but when she opened her eyes Mason was already out of bed. Belatedly she remembered he had an overnight trip and had to leave early for the airport. She wished he had woken her up to say goodbye, especially after last night.

  She felt a little better when she found a note from Mason next to the coffee pot in the kitchen. Just a few words on a post-it, but that was enough; none of the other men in her life would have been so thoughtful as to even make this small gesture. The note said, “I love you more than ever. See you tomorrow.”

  Janet was still smiling as she made coffee and got ready for work. A loving husband, a nice house, a good job. Even a little uptick in their sex life, brought on by something she’d never expected, but in the light of day it seemed harmless enough. How much better could it get?

  The weather was nice, her energy level high, feeling good. Even her boss, Martin, noticed.

  “You sound downright ebullient today,” he said, his dark eyes giving her an unabashed once over.

  Janet reddened. Martin was a bit of a lecher, although he’d so far left her alone; she was performing and maybe his greed was more powerful than his sexual desires. She wanted it to stay that way, although she had to admit he was sexy and powerfully handsome. Martin was probably fifteen years older than she was, yet strong and virile, and gave every indication he had a lot of experience pleasing women.

  “I think I made some good connections last night at the event,” she replied. Of course the only person she had spoken to was Brad, and he wasn’t the kind of connection Martin would be interested in.

  Fortunately Martin didn’t ask for details. “Keep up the good work, you have a lot of potential.” He seemed ready to continue, maybe deciding whether to focus on her work or suggest other, more personal, possibilities. As he walked away Janet took renewed notice of what a good body he had. What would it be like to be with him?

  Janet shook her head, no room for those thoughts. But try as she might, all day she thought about Martin. She’d never been with a dominant man, she wasn’t the subservient type. Not in any way. She’d never fantasized about BDSM, a little roughness maybe, but nothing extreme. She had no way of telling if that was what Martin was into, but certainly he’d be the one in charge in the bedroom, and she expected he’d be demanding and forceful, expecting to be obeyed. Janet wasn’t sure how she’d deal with that.

  Her mind wandered as she sat at her desk. She imagined herself with Martin, being told what to do. Making her strip for him while he watched. All the time him not saying much, making her wonder if she was pleasing him. It was strangely and surprisingly erotic, just letting go, being told what to do.

  Just then Martin walked by her open door, giving orders to another woman from the office, his height imposing, the woman his pawn. Just the sound of Martin’s commanding voice made Janet squirm in her chair. She hadn’t focused on what Martin had been saying, for all she knew he could have been commanding the other woman to get on her knees and service him.

  Janet was usually so focused at work, she wasn’t the daydreaming type. But right now all she could think about was Martin, a man she always realized was handsome but one she’d never sexually fantasized about. She had always blocked him out in her thoughts in that way for fear it would affect how she interacted with him at work.

  If Martin called her into his office right now, Janet wasn’t sure if she’d be able to hide her thoughts; certainly someone as experienced as Martin would see right through her, understand that her flush was all about him.

  Janet stared at her computer screen until her eyes crossed. It didn’t help. When Martin passed by again, this time alone, he glanced into her office, and if Janet hadn’t been sitting down she thought she would have swooned. Without thinking she got up and went to the door, telling herself it was to close it, but instead she glanced down the hall, just in time to see Martin step into his office.

  Her mind went crazy, imagining that he was going to pick up his phone and call her, asking her, no telling her, to come into his office. Janet actually stopped, waiting for the phone to ring, dreading it, and yet. . .wanting it.

  The pressure was too much. Janet walked down the hall, pretending she had been summoned. Just before Martin’s door she hesitated, then slowly walked by, peeking in the window of his office. Martin was sitting at his desk, his head back, his eyes closed, probably only relaxing or thinking through a complicated problem, but he could just as well have been getting a blowjob from someone under his desk.

  From Janet.

  She rushed into the ladies room, more than flushed now, unable to shake the image, being on her knees, sucking on Martin’s cock. She could actually feel the slick hardwood floor on her shins, the pressure on her knees.

  Fortunately the bathroom was empty. She rushed into a stall and sat on the toilet lid, trying to catch her breath. Where had this come from? She saw Martin almost every day. It had been years, years, since she had been preoccupied with thoughts of sex.

  Except for last night, when she had seen Brad. Fantasizing about him, getting caught by her husband.

  That’s what had brought this on. Letting thoughts about other men creep into her mind. And Mason’s reaction. How turned on he had been when she had admitted that she had been mas
turbating, thinking about Brad.

  Janet knew Mason didn’t like Martin and men like him. What would Mason think if he knew she had been fantasizing about Martin? About Martin making her please him?

  Mason had been excited about her being with another man, but Martin? Maybe they would fight over her. Martin trying to use his aura, his position, Mason reverting to his fists. Or unable to, not for fear of Martin, but for fear of wrecking Janet’s career.

  Mason having to make the decision to fight or stand by as Martin had his way with Janet.

  So crazy, and yet the thought of those two men fighting over her was so. . .hot. Janet closed her eyes, picturing it. Martin, smug, telling Janet to take off her clothes. Mason’s eyes going back and forth from Martin to her, wondering what she would do, wondering what he would do. . .

  Janet got up quickly and pulled down her skirt and panties. Instead of sitting on the seat, she dropped to her knees in the stall, praying someone didn’t come in at just that moment. The tile was hard, not too different from the hardwood floor in Bob’s office.

  She closed her eyes, her lips opening wide as she imagined taking Martin’s cock in her mouth. And then sucking on him, in this most subservient of positions, one hand stroking him, the other on her pussy, out of sight of Martin, somehow certain he wouldn’t be letting her touch herself.

  Mason looking through the window of Martin’s office, watching, restraining himself from bursting in, his excitement the only thing stopping him from attacking Martin.

  Martin’s eyes closed, the way Janet had just seen him. Her fingers moving faster, her folds wide open, slick with her juices. What was she doing, on the floor of a bathroom stall, touching herself?

  Martin grabbing the back of her head, pulling her down on his cock, making her gag. She tried to fight him, but he was too strong. Giving in, not wanting to fight him, just wanting to please him, wanting to make him come. . .

  Her fingers ran faster, the bathroom door started to open, it was Mason coming in to stop her, she didn’t want to stop, she wanted to finish, hurry, hurry, please. . .