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

by C. C. Morian

  She groaned, the door banging against the wall, someone in a rush to get in, Martin looking up, perturbed, then just smiling arrogantly as he saw who it was, grabbing the back of Janet’s head and holding it down as he shot his load in her mouth, hot jets of cum, over and over, giving her no chance to pull away, making her swallow.

  The very thought, so decadent, pushed Janet over the edge, her fingers racing over her clit, trying desperately get up off her knees as she spasmed, feeling ashamed and dirty and so incredibly aroused.

  I was surprised to see Janet’s car in the garage. I had managed to get an earlier flight home than expected, allowing me to also beat the traffic back to the house. It was only a little after five, well before Janet usually left the office.

  “Janet! I’m home!” I called out when I entered the house.

  “I’m in here!”

  I dropped my briefcase on the kitchen counter and followed the sound of her voice to the living room. Janet was sitting on the sofa, her laptop propped on the coffee table. She was still in her work clothes, a soft white blouse, a dark skirt. I thought it odd she was still wearing her heels, normally she was barefoot the minute she was in the door.

  Janet looked away from her computer screen, smiling at me. She looks beautiful just sitting on the sofa. God, those legs. . . I bent down to give her a quick peck on the top of her head and was surprised when she grabbed my neck and pulled me down for a deep kiss.

  When she finally let go I said, “Wow. What was that for?”

  “I missed you.”

  “I missed you too. You’re home early.”

  Janet glanced away briefly. “I just couldn’t concentrate at work today.”

  “Missing me too much?” I joked.

  “That was part of it.” Janet pushed the laptop away and patted the sofa. “Sit down, tell me about your trip.”

  “Same old. Probably could have done it over the phone, but you know how it is, sometimes you just need to be there in person.”

  Janet nodded, but she seemed distracted. “Everything okay here while I was gone?” I asked.

  “Sure, you weren’t gone long, what could have happened?”

  I shrugged. “Just asking.” I searched her eyes. She seemed a little. . .different. Maybe something at work? I wanted to know, but didn’t want to pry. If it was important she’d tell me, wouldn’t she?

  I put my arm around her and pulled her close, and she sunk into my chest. She was warm. The silky blouse caressed the skin on my forearm.

  “That’s nice,” she purred.

  I stroked her hair, waiting for her to speak. When she didn’t say anything, I figured everything was okay. “What did you do last night?” I had spoken to her on the phone in the late afternoon, before my work dinner.

  “I went out after work to have a drink with my friend Linda.”

  I immediately thought about the last time I had seen Linda, with Janet at the party, just before I’d spied Janet with Brad. I wondered if Linda knew about Brad. Is that something Janet would have shared with her? Casually, I asked, “What did you talk about?”

  “Oh, you know, girl stuff.”

  “I’m not sure I know what that is.”

  Janet laughed. “The talk you men escape from when the women are chatting it up in the kitchen while you are all watching football.”

  “So what you talk about when you are near a room full of men is the same as what you talk about when it’s just the women?”

  “Usually.”

  “Other times?”

  Janet looked up at me, her eyes curious. “What are you asking?”

  “Do you ever talk about men?”

  Janet smiled. “Linda is always talking about men.”

  “How about you?”

  “I don’t talk about you with anyone. What we do is our business.”

  I wasn’t sure how to take that. “Does that mean you talk about other men?”

  “Have you ever talked about a woman with one of your guy friends?”

  I started to speak, but Janet put a finger to my lips. “Shh, you don’t have to answer. I don’t mind, but I don’t want to hear about it.”

  “What if I do?” I asked. “Want to hear about it, I mean.” Just the thought, Janet talking to Linda about some hot guy, was turning me on.

  Janet put her head back on my shoulder. “Hmm, let’s see. Linda mentioned that she needed to have an electrician come to her apartment, she was hoping it would be some hot guy, he turned out to be a scraggly jerk who scratched himself all the time.”

  “Ugh.”

  “See? Not always so exciting to hear.”

  “Aha! So you admit it could be exciting. Telling me about it.”

  There was a pause. “Maybe.”

  I couldn’t tell if she was teasing me, or making an offer. We rarely talked about sex outside the bedroom. In fact, now that I thought about it, I couldn’t remember if we had ever talked about sex, even when doing it. Before the other night, that is. Taking a chance, I said, “Did you masturbate when I was gone?”

  For all I knew Janet masturbated all the time when I was away, I’d actually never really thought about it.

  Janet looked up. Her eyes were bright, a little wide. “I did,” she whispered.

  “That’s so hot.” I waited, wondering if she’d confess to what she was thinking about when she masturbated. I got an answer, but not exactly what I expected.

  “Twice,” said Janet.

  I groaned, my cock squeezing against my slacks. Now I had to know. “Were you thinking about Brad?”

  “No. Not this time.”

  What did that mean? Did that mean she thought about him other times? My mouth was dry. Who else could it be?

  “I was actually thinking about you,” said Janet. She put her hand in my lap, her fingers deftly tracing my growing erection through the fabric of my pants.

  “I like that,” I said, and I did, yet I was oddly disappointed. Why should I be? My beautiful wife just said she had been fantasizing about me when I was away. What more could a guy want?

  “And someone else,” Janet added. She softened the devastating words by firmly grabbing my cock.

  I was torn between the horrifying, electric thought and the incredible sensation of Janet’s hand on me.

  “Are you angry?” she asked.

  “Does it look like I’m angry? It turns me on, especially hearing you talk about it.” Who had she been thinking about?

  Janet pulled down my zipper, freeing me, stroking me, the scraping metal on the sensitive skin under my shaft not even registering.

  Something occurred to me. “You said twice. Like twice in a row? Last night in bed?”

  “Once last night. The other time was in the office.”

  “In the office?”

  Janet unbuckled me and pulled down my pants, swinging off the couch and onto the floor, all while her hand never left my cock. She pulled the skin down hard, her hand sliding to my balls, blowing gently on my foreskin. She looked up at me over the top of my cock, her beautiful lips just inches away.

  “Actually, in the ladies room. I got so aroused I couldn’t concentrate, it was the only thing I could do to relieve myself.”

  I was stunned. “I can’t believe you masturbated at work. Have you ever done that before?”

  Janet gave me a coy smile. “Not at this office.”

  Before I could respond to that Janet had taken me in her mouth, and I groaned. I watched her, amazed; even from this angle, not seeing much of her face, she still looked beautiful, and there was something downright sinful about her being fully dressed, on her knees.

  She’d never taken me like this.

  “Why did you get so turned on at work?” I gasped.

  Janet freed her mouth from me just enough to whisper, “Because of someone I saw in the office.”

  I shivered, hot and cold at the same time, wondering who it could be. Did I really want to know?

  Or was she making all this up, because she kn
ew it turned me on?

  I knew a few of the men in her office, but certainly not all of them. Did Janet have someone she lusted after? “Who was it?”

  “Do you really want to know?”

  “No. Yes. No, oh, fuck. . .” I didn’t know what I wanted, other than for Janet not to stop what she was doing.

  “I wasn’t thinking about fucking.” Janet took her mouth from me, using her hand, stoking, faster and faster. Her eyes came up to meet mine. “Not this time.”

  I groaned again, she was doing this on purpose, how was I to know what she was making up? “The masturbating in the office, you really did that?”

  “I did. I was fantasizing about being like this, on my knees.”

  “Thinking about a man in the office? Sucking on his cock?”

  “Yes!”

  “What is he doing?”

  “He’s holding my head down.” Janet took my hand and placed it on the back of her neck. “Making me take him deep.”

  “Like this?” I had never done anything like this before, not only with Janet, but with any woman. I gently pulled her head toward me.

  “No!”

  I quickly let go the pressure, but Janet’s hand was on mine, pressing her head down, taking me deep, I was afraid she was going to gag, and she did. Janet came up for air, gasping, “Not like that, harder!” And she grabbed my hand and made me force her neck down.

  I was stunned. Who was this woman? Janet had never acted like this, I’d never suspected that she would have wanted to be put in such a submissive position.

  I watched as Janet slipped her hand under her skirt, her shoulder moving back and forth, her motions frantic. She was rubbing herself, hard.

  “Would you make him come like this? In your mouth?”

  Janet didn’t speak, her mouth moving up and down on my shaft, her energy conveying all the answer I needed.

  “What would you do if he came?”

  Janet pulled her mouth off me for just a second. “I’d swallow it. All of it.”

  Those words set me off like an explosion, my first spurt catching her before she had a chance to take me again, my cum hitting her upper lip, and then her glorious mouth was on me, swallowing, sucking, swallowing again, her arm like a piston, rubbing herself hard, I knew she was coming even before my last spurt shot down her throat.

  She held me in her mouth long after I had finished. I couldn’t help it, I was so turned on seeing Janet like this, her clothing disheveled, her legs splayed out, still in her heels. A little slutty. Yet my wife.

  I gently pulled her up to me, my mouth instinctively reaching for her. She’d never kissed me after letting me cum in her mouth, yet she did now. I tasted myself for the first time on her lips, salty, inexplicably dry.

  “You seemed pretty excited,” she said.

  Janet ran her finger over her lip, slipping it in her mouth, sucking the remnants of my seed, the gesture so decadent, so slutty, mesmerizing me.

  “Was any of that true?” I asked.

  Janet touched her finger to my lips. “Before I answer that, I want to make sure that—the things we’ve been talking about. . .I don’t want it to get between us. I love you and I don’t want to risk anything.”

  “I love you too. And it won’t, at least as far as I’m concerned.” I paused, considering. “As long as you tell me everything. I think if we share everything it will bring us even closer together, it’s our secret.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I don’t know how or why, but I was. “I am. How about you?”

  Janet nodded. “I’m okay for now. It’s kind of fun. Harmless, right?”

  “Harmless,” I agreed. But I had just a little bit of doubt. I trusted Janet, I really did. The question was whether I trusted myself. Not to cheat on Janet, but to get so consumed by this. Where would it end?

  “Then ask me again.”

  “How much of it was true?”

  Janet swung her legs up so that she was straddling my hips, her arms going around my neck, her eyes looking deep into mine, her lips grazing my mouth. “All of it,” she whispered, and then she kissed me, deep, her tongue in my mouth, her kiss screaming the truth of her words.

  Janet was relieved when she got to the office and heard that Martin was out of town for a few days. She was dreading facing him at work, sure she would blush or give some other indication of what she had been fantasizing about, and Martin, the alpha male that he was, would pick up on it immediately.

  Janet didn’t know how she’d respond if Martin came on to her.

  She knew how she should respond. Janet was a strong willed woman, she’d be able to stop anything from happening. At least she felt that way until yesterday, when she’d lost control, when she had been consumed by thoughts of Martin, not only taking her, but practically forcing her to do his bidding.

  Would she be able to resist Martin if he really pressured her?

  And what about Mason? What would he want to happen? Would his excitement about her being with another man go beyond fantasy and into reality?

  Why was she so aroused just thinking about it?

  Janet had purposely dressed in her most conservative outfit today. A pants suit instead of a skirt, the jacket unconstructed. Nothing to show off her legs or her boobs. Low heels. A women’s business suit, professional and not at all sexy. Mason had watched her dress that morning, obviously noting her different outfit, but hadn’t said a word. Yet he must have been wondering, suspecting that she was dressing down for a reason.

  Mason said he wanted the truth, but she wasn’t sure she could tell him about Martin. Not yet. Last night she had told Mason that their dirty talk was all harmless fun, and she believed that. But if she confessed that Martin was the focus of her arousal, it might not be so harmless. Brad was one thing; she might never run into Brad again, but she had to work with Martin every day.

  She made it through the day without any problems, although when she had to go pee she avoided the stall she had masturbated in. She didn’t want to take the chance of it bringing back any urges.

  At home, Janet stripped out of her stuffy suit and put on a pair of comfortable sweats before poking her head into Mason’s office. She was surprised to see him sitting in his recliner instead of at his desk.

  “Hey,” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek and sitting on the arm of the chair.

  Mason smiled. “Hey back.”

  “Not working?”

  “Couldn’t concentrate. Everything go okay at the office?”

  Janet suspected what Mason was really asking. “The usual.”

  “What is the usual these days?”

  Janet put her hand on her hip. “If you’re asking me if I masturbated in the ladies room, the answer is no.”

  “Did you do it somewhere else?”

  She punched him playfully on the arm. “No. Is that why you couldn’t concentrate? You’ve been thinking about that all day?”

  “Not all day. Well, a lot of the day. That and some other things.”

  “Like what?”

  “Last night. That was so hot.”

  Janet gave him another kiss on the cheek. “It was fun. Something different.” Mason seemed like he had more on his mind. “You mentioned other things?”

  Mason reached out for her hand. “I was wondering. . .do you want to see Brad again?”

  It wasn’t a question Janet had been expecting. She had been more worried about what to say if Mason had asked her point blank about who in the office she had been lusting after. Without thinking it through, she blurted, “Should I?”

  “Maybe you should. Just for fun. You could tell me about it after.”

  “Oh, so it’s for you,” she teased.

  “For both of us.”

  “That might not be such a good idea. Talking about it, that’s one thing. But doing it for real is a whole different situation.”

  “I told you I’ve watched you in the past, right? In a way we have been doing it for real. The only difference is th
at we didn’t talk about it after. And if guys were hitting on you other times, you didn’t tell me about it when I wasn’t there to see.”

  “That’s not the only difference. I didn’t know you had this—interest.”

  “You’ve already admitted that you got turned on by seeing Brad.”

  Janet looked away. “Maybe I shouldn’t have told you that.”

  Mason squeezed her hand. “I told you, it’s okay. You saw my reaction.” He brushed his fingers across her breasts. “And I saw yours.”

  Janet shivered, not from his touch, but from her thoughts. Her mind had jumped to Brad, to the truth of Mason’s words. She had been aroused. And not just over Brad. “I’m sure I’m not the only woman who sometimes gets excited thinking about a man.” A man besides her husband, she should have added.

  “Of course not. I’m not so egotistical to believe that I’m the only guy you think about all the time.”

  “I don’t need anyone else,” she said. But for the first time in her marriage, she had just a twinge of doubt. It was going to be hard enough having to see Martin almost every day, and she’d never slept with him. Why take the risk of seeing Brad? “I don’t think it would be a good idea—seeing Brad. He might get the wrong idea.”

  Mason grinned. “Or the right one.”

  Janet shook her head. “It’s too dangerous.”

  “Because of what you’d do?” Mason sounded intrigued, not accusatory.

  “I’d never cheat,” she said.

  Mason let his hand drift to her thigh. Janet could feel his excitement right through this fingers. “It wouldn’t be cheating if I knew,” he said, his eyes coming up to hers.

  Warmth spread between her legs. She tried to convince herself it was only because of Mason’s touch, but she couldn’t get Brad out of her head. “I just can’t go there. I admit this is kind of fun, talking about it, but that’s a whole different thing.”

  “How about someone else?”

  Janet immediately flashed to Martin. “Like who?”

  Mason shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Just go out somewhere, meet some guy. Flirt a little, tell me about it. Harmless, right?”

  The intensity in Mason’s eyes was unmistakable. “This really does turn you on, doesn’t it?”