Stephanie’s Hotwife Seduction

by Kirsten McCurran

“Thinking about Dez with that married slut!”

  “Yes!” she cried.

  Stephanie was. It filled her mind. She closed her eyes and saw the blonde on her back, Dez on top—just like Andy was fucking her now. It was so wrong…and so hot!

  “You’re jealous!”

  “Baby!”

  “Aren’t you?” Andy slammed his wife as hard as he could.

  “Baby…fuck me!”

  “Aren’t you?!?”

  “YES! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she screamed.

  It was a photo finish; the married couple coming within seconds of each other. Andy gushed inside her while Stephanie’s cunt grasped his shaft, convulsing around him as her body tensed, trembling with pleasure. Her nails dug painful half-moons into his shoulders, but Andy didn’t feel them as endorphins flooded his body. Andy couldn’t remember coming so hard. It left him utterly drained. He sagged onto Stephanie, and she remained locked around him.

  “Baby, I need some water,” she said, after a couple minutes.

  Andy rolled to the side and watched her walk across the room, marveling at his wife’s tight little ass. He understood why his friends were jealous. He had the hottest wife of all of them, without question. Some of his friends had cute wives, but none of them were in Stephanie’s league. Andy was so proud of his sexy wife, he didn’t even mind when his jealous friends checked her out, and some of them were obvious about it. He enjoyed their envy.

  Stephanie caught him staring as she came back to bed. She handed him a water bottle, and asked, “What?”

  “Nothing. Just checking you out.”

  “Okay.”

  “I can’t just lay back and appreciate how sexy you are?”

  She tipped back half her bottle. Still heated from their coupling, she lay nude on top of the sheets. Stephanie was not one of those women who felt the need to cover up in front of her husband. “I’d just think you’d be tired of the view after all these years.”

  “Never. You’re as incredible as you’ve always been. You were great tonight. Wow.”

  Stephanie grinned her crooked grin. “You inspired me, babe. Thanks for planning tonight. It was perfect.”

  “I don’t think I’m the only one who inspired you.”

  It took her a moment to realize what he was referencing. “That Dez thing? Come on, that was just some silly fun.”

  “I don’t know, Steph. Seeing him with that woman really seemed to get you going.”

  “Andy, stop.”

  “It’s okay to admit it. I thought it was hot, too. They were just so brazen to go for it in public like that.”

  “Weren’t they? Having an affair is one thing. It happens, I guess. But to go at it right there! It’s crazy! Her poor husband.”

  “I’m telling you I think he’s in on it. He must be. It almost seemed to me like he was giving her to Dez.”

  “What? No one would do that,” she scoffed.

  “Maybe it’s like one of those cuckold porns.”

  “Sorry, I’m not as versed in adult entertainment as you are. Enlighten me.”

  “That’s true. You just like the homemade stuff, with some girl-girl thrown in.”

  Stephanie swatted at him, but Andy dodged it. He thought it incredibly hot that on the occasions they watched porn together she liked the lesbian stuff, or two-girl threesomes. It made him hope that perhaps one day she might give him something like that, but she always responded, keep dreaming.

  “I told you, it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just sexy for some reason. Anyway, that’s not what we’re talking about.”

  “Yeah, right. Cuckold porn is where guys get off on watching other guys screw their wives. A lot of the time they make fun of the husband, tell him things like he has a small dick.”

  “You watch this stuff?” Stephanie stared at him.

  “Nonono,” he clarified. “But I run across it on the websites…on the rare occasions I visit.”

  Stephanie reached for his slick, flaccid cock, and lightly stroked it.

  “You know I don’t care if you look at porn. I just hope I keep you busy enough that you don’t feel like you need it.”

  “It’s just fun to look sometimes.”

  Andy was telling the truth. He liked to look at porn, just like any other guy, but Stephanie kept him more than satisfied—when their schedules allowed them to have sex. He had to admit, in the last couple years they’d both been too tired to keep up the blistering pace they’d maintained from the time they’d met. They were down to a couple, maybe three times a week. That was enough to keep Andy satisfied in his mid-forties, but he questioned if it was enough for his wife. Stephanie’s sex drive seemed unquenchable. Andy was exhausted after their intense lovemaking, but he knew that if she got him hard again, Stephanie would be ready for round two.

  “But you don’t watch this cuckold stuff?”

  “Not my thing. I watch some threesome stuff sometimes, but I don’t get the humiliation angle.”

  Andy was hesitant to admit it, but he’d learned that he really enjoyed watching male-female-male threesomes. He didn’t overanalyze it, it just excited him.

  “So you mean, like two guys and a girl?”

  “Yeah. It’s fun to see people get crazy.”

  “Hmm. You’ll have to show me one of your favorite videos sometime.”

  Stephanie tightened her grip on his shaft and felt life pulse back into it. She was a firm believer that whatever kind of porn a man watched provided a window into what he really wanted in real life. She had always been keen to be whatever Andy needed in the bedroom—as long as she got what she needed—so Stephanie was curious what her husband was into. It was why she started watching porn with him. She kept watching for other reasons. They had never watched any guy-guy-girl threesomes, but she was willing. She rolled onto her side and watched Andy as she played with his cock.

  “Uh, sure, if you want to. Just to be clear, it’s not my thing.”

  “Of course, babe. But you like it.”

  “Sure. Mmm, Steph, that feels really good.”

  “What’s it like?”

  Andy caressed her breast. She jumped when he rolled her nipple.

  “The threesome stuff? You know the short clips don’t really have a plot. I like the homemade stuff. I like when it’s real.”

  “Me too, baby. Come on, what do they do?”

  Andy felt weird describing this for some reason, but Stephanie’s hand on his cock was convincing. He was halfway hard again and tingling with thoughts of another round with his wife.

  “A lot of the time it starts with one of the guys filming—usually the husband or boyfriend. A lot of the time it’s in a hotel room. Starts with a blowjob then the guy puts her on the bed…” Andy stopped to moan. Stephanie worked her thumb across his sensitive cockhead, making him shiver.

  “The other guy does it—the stranger?” she eagerly asked.

  “Yeah, he starts fucking her first.”

  “Mmm, sounds hot.”

  “After a while the other guy—the husband—comes over and joins in. Sometimes he puts the camera down, but he usually holds it. She sucks him while the other guy is fucking her.”

  “Like this?”

  Stephanie leaned down and sucked Andy into her mouth. She’d always secretly liked going down on him after sex. Tasting herself on his cock felt devilish and forbidden. Proper girls didn’t do such things, but Stephanie loved being improper. She loved Andy because he embraced that side of her. She knew some guys couldn’t handle it if their women were just as into sex as they were. She sucked Andy hard and felt him growing in her mouth. Andy swept her hair back so he could watch. She was well aware that he liked to watch her in action. He always came much faster when she was on top.

  “Shit, Steph…” Andy groaned.

  She stopped to lick up and down his shaft, and asked, “Do they ever switch places?”

  “Yeah…uhn…Steph…”

  “Do you ever…” She paused and kissed his hairy balls. �

��Do you ever picture me…us?”

  Stephanie sucked on his balls and stroked his prick hard. Andy’s body jerked.

  “Steph…god…damn…”

  “Have you, baby? Ever pictured another guy fucking me while I go down on you?”

  She stared right down at him and licked up his shaft to swirl her tongue around the crown.

  “Maybe…uhnn…I don’t know…Steph…shit…”

  Stephanie quickly straddled him again. She was not going to let him come like that, not when she needed to be fucked again. They used to go all night, but now it was rare that they went more than once. She was not going to waste her husband’s second hard-on. She rode him fast and hard, big tits bouncing around as she leaned forward and brought her face close to his.

  “Am I on my hands and knees?” she moaned, one hand gripping the headboard.

  “Steph…”

  “Do you take my mouth while he’s fucking me?”

  “Fuck…Steph…”

  It was so hot that Andy was rendered speechless. She liked taunting him, but she was taunting herself too, because she couldn’t resist picturing herself on her hands and knees, Andy sharing her with some anonymous stranger. Stephanie could almost feel the man shoving her forward onto Andy’s prick in her mouth. Having two men wasn’t anything she’d ever seriously thought about. They weren’t that wild of a couple, and it would probably feel like cheating—even with Andy right there. But when she did consider the fantasy in passing, she thought it might be hot. Being manhandled by two men was something Stephanie could get into—even if it was a bit scary. She was seriously thinking about it now though, and it had her ablaze. She reached down and rubbed her clit, imagining someone stroking inside her as she bounced on Andy, wanting to make sure she came with him again.

  “Baby…baby…Andy…” she cried.

  “Steph!”

  Andy came first this time, expending himself inside Stephanie with a roar. She rode his softening cock—furiously rubbing her clit—for another moment or two, and she then joined him in orgasmic bliss. Stephanie shuddered and cried out, rolling off him with a throaty laugh.

  “Well, then,” she pronounced.

  “Yeah, that was something.”

  Andy didn’t know what the hell had just happened, but he’d loved every second of it. He gave his wife the side-eye, wondering just how much of that she’d meant, or whether it was all just sex play. He didn’t want to ask, not tonight. Stephanie had a contented smile, and he didn’t want to break the spell.

  Three

  Stephanie went to work that Monday morning with a thousand questions, but she didn’t know if she’d have the nerve to ask any of them. Following a romantic room service breakfast, with a scandalous bottle of breakfast champagne and another play session, she and Andy had checked out of the hotel Sunday afternoon and returned to their normal lives, but the events of Saturday night were never far from her mind. Luckily things were so hectic once they picked up the kids, Andy didn’t notice. Or if he did, he didn’t say anything. They had sex again Sunday night—two nights in a row!—but they didn’t engage in any dirty talk. They were both ready to go and got right down to business. Going back to sex every night was something Stephanie could definitely support.

  What had transpired between her and Andy Saturday night left her dying to know what Dez had really been up to that night with the blonde and her husband. Was it really a cuckold situation? Stephanie did some research on her own on Sunday evening and was shocked by what she found. A lot of it she found gross. Creampies and cock cages seemed really out there, and she couldn’t imagine her and Andy doing anything like that. She would never want to humiliate her husband in any way, but she didn’t think it necessarily had to be that way. If Andy shared her with another man, it could be fun without any of that demeaning stuff. Stephanie began to wonder if that was something she really wanted to try. She had a ready source of information, if she could ask him without turning fifty shades of red.

  When Dez passed through the office in the morning to pick up his delivery invoices, Stephanie was too busy with other drivers even to say hello to him. Honestly, she avoided him, afraid it would be awkward. But then she spent the rest of the morning kicking herself for being a coward. She resolved that she would talk to Dez when he returned for his lunch break.

  Dez watched Stephanie talking to the other drivers, and sensed she was purposely avoiding eye contact. On his drive into work he’d wondered if she would say anything about Saturday night. It was obvious Stephanie and her husband were surprised to see him with Charlotte, though he was unsure if they’d seen Isaac there. Stephanie was a sharp lady, and he knew she had questions. If she asked any, he’d be more than happy to answer them. It might even be fun. Dez didn’t advertise with he did with couples, but he wasn’t ashamed of it either

  Seeing Stephanie all done up on Saturday night had Dez wishing she and her husband were one of those couples. He’d always thought his petite coworker was cute, and she was a fiery little spark plug, but she looked damn hot all done up. Dez couldn’t take his eyes off her tight little body that night—something he knew had annoyed Charlotte. Dez decided he wanted Stephanie to ask, and if she didn’t, he might find a way to bring the subject of Saturday night up with her himself.

  Stephanie was on the phone when Dez returned, and she watched him moving through the office. Her desk was back in a corner, giving her a vantage point to watch everyone’s comings and goings. Dez laughed with the other drivers, and Stephanie wondered if he was bragging about his weekend conquest. She hoped he was gentleman enough to keep that to himself, but not so proper he’d refuse to answer if she asked about it.

  She had a new appreciation for just how studly this delivery driver was. His gray t-shirt, emblazoned with the company logo, was stretched tight across his chest, and Stephanie wondered if those muscles were from the gym, or if his job was what kept Dez that fit. His jeans hugged his butt, and it looked just as hard as the rest of him. His braids were pulled back into a ponytail, and for a crazy second Stephanie imagined them falling around her face as he leaned down to kiss her.

  Dez looked like he was about to depart the office, so Stephanie rushed through her phone call and called out to him across the room.

  “Uh, hey Dez, can I see your slips from this morning? I think there might be a problem.”

  There was no problem. She just needed an excuse.

  “Yeah, sure,” he said, excusing himself from the other drivers. Dez saw her pretext for what it was, and he was happy to oblige Stephanie. He tried to hide his smile.

  He seemed massive standing over her desk, and she caught herself staring at his thick arms as he handed her the sheaf of paper. Stephanie thumbed through the carbon copies, pretending to look for an error as she tried to think of something to say. Did her nerves show?

  “It was nice seeing you guys Saturday night,” he offered.

  “Yeah, that was some coincidence, wasn’t it? Andy and I don’t get out much. It was nice.”

  “That’s a shame. Got to keep the spark alive, right? Did you guys stay at the hotel?”

  “Yes. We had a room. Did you?”

  Her cheeks started burning immediately. She was an adult—a married woman—but it still felt funny to admit she’d gotten a hotel room to have sex, which was the implication. Not only that, she felt like she’d as much as asked Dez what he was doing that night. He smiled, and she didn’t know how to take that.

  Dez grinned at her embarrassment. Yes, this would be fun.

  “Yeah, I had a room booked. That’s a nice place.”

  “You know how it is with young kids—or I guess you don’t. Your friend seemed nice.”

  “Charlotte’s a nice lady. You’d probably like her.”

  “Oh, yeah, I’m sure I would.”

  An awkward silence ensued, and Stephanie felt like Dez was staring at her, but she wouldn’t make eye contact, so she couldn’t be sure. Standing in front of her desk, he’d be able to see down her pink V-neck sweater. The thought made her pulse race. She didn’t pause to think—she just blurted out, “Do you want to go to lunch?”

  Dez enjoyed watching her squirm in her seat. Of course, he noticed the view down her sweater when she leaned forward. She couldn’t hide her deep cleavage. His angle above her gave Dez a perfect view of her freckled tits disappearing into her bra. Lunch with Stephanie sounded like a wonderful idea.

  “Sure, Steph. What do you have in mind?”

  “I don’t know. We’ll figure it out on the way.”

  Stephanie briefly considered texting Andy to tell him she was having lunch with Dez, but she didn’t think it would be an issue. She could tell him later. Stephanie drove, and with Dez beside her, the RAV4 suddenly seemed tiny. There was a little pub nearby that had Monday burger specials, so they decided to go there. The pub featured high-back wooden booths, lending a sense of intimacy that Stephanie found disquieting. She ordered a beer when they sat. Dez smiled and did the same.

  “I didn’t have you pegged for a day drinker,” Dez said.

  Stephanie laughed. “That’s because you don’t have kids. Really I’m not, but why not live on the edge once in a while?”

  “I couldn’t agree more.” Dez raised his pint glass, toasting it to Stephanie’s. He decided it was time to press his pretty coworker. After sipping, he said, “You can just go ahead and ask. I know you’re dying to.”

  Stephanie choked on her beer.

  Dez laughed. “You don’t have to act all weird. You want to know what was up Saturday night.”

  “I…well…I am curious…I mean…Andy was, too. It’s just…”

  “You’re just wondering what I was doing out with a middle-aged white couple.”

  Stephanie didn’t know how to put it more delicately, so she just said, “Yes. I don’t want to get into your business, but we saw the husband get up and leave, and then you guys were, uhm…”

  “Getting friendly?” Dez was amused, but he was impressed that her embarrassment didn’t stop her from pressing on. “Charlotte and I got very friendly.”

  “And her husband didn’t mind?” She tried to sound nonchalant.

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