Stephanie’s Hotwife Seduction

by Kirsten McCurran

  Andy returned from lunch with no word back from Stephanie. He expected to hear from her immediately after she finished her lunch date. He gave them two hours, and then texted his wife to ask where she was.

  [Stephanie] sorry just got back. Lunch ran a little long. Lucky no one saw us come in.

  [Andy] guess that means you had a good time

  [Stephanie] it was interesting. Can’t really tell u all about it now. Too busy. Can u wait til tonight?

  Andy’s stomach dropped. Oh god! What was there to tell? The wait would kill him. Andy wasn’t a masochist. He couldn’t let it drop, and dashed off a text before he could have second thoughts.

  [Andy] did he make his move?

  He held his breath waiting for her answer.

  [Stephanie] he’s interested

  [Andy] what did u tell him?

  [Stephanie] nothing

  [Andy] you didn’t really answer

  [Stephanie] don’t freak out

  [Stephanie] nothing really happened

  Andy knew that meant something happened. He was freaking out.

  [Stephanie] he kissed me. But I stopped him

  [Stephanie] really it was just a flash. It was nothing. Can we talk about this tonight?

  Andy was frozen. His fingers wouldn’t work on his phone. He had no idea how to respond to that. A real man would be enraged. Andy should drive right over there and take care of Dez—except that Dez could kick his ass. Andy wasn’t enraged anyway—not quite. He didn’t know what he was, but he felt a shiver of excitement run through him.

  [Stephanie] ?

  [Andy] okay

  [Stephanie] love u

  [Andy] love you too

  Stephanie had been in an unusually good mood that morning and didn’t know why—not that she needed a reason. She liked being in a good mood. The return of a regular sex life had put a spring in her step. The rut they’d fallen into the last couple years was behind them. Stephanie preferred not to dwell on the reasons for that, but she was reminded when Dez winked as he passed her desk. She hoped no one noticed her staring at his butt in his tight khaki pants as he walked away.

  The Dez thing—as she liked to think of it—had fallen off into background noise. It still came into her mind every now and then, and Stephanie couldn’t help the stray dirty thought when Dez walked by, but it wasn’t constantly on her mind like it had been after that Saturday night. They hadn’t dropped discussing the kink completely. Just last night Andy brought his tablet to bed and they watched a video of a husband videotaping his wife with another man. The husband joined in pretty quickly. They made it about three minutes in before the tablet was cast aside and Andy was on top of her. Stephanie could still hear the woman in the video moaning as Andy took her, making it easy to put herself in the woman’s place. She and Andy both reached fast orgasms. They didn’t discuss the video afterward, Andy just closed the tablet and laid it aside.

  Her morning peace was interrupted by a text from Dez. She had forgotten that he’d put his number in her phone. He must have taken her information at the same time. She kept typing on her keyboard and finished an email before she allowed herself to pick up her phone.

  [Dez] saw charlotte last night thought you’d like to know

  [Stephanie] really?

  [Dez] u seemed very interested b4 change ur mind?

  Stephanie didn’t want to show him how much she was interested. She had to play it cool.

  [Stephanie] u can tell me if u want

  Dez showed her instead. Her phone chimed with an image. Her screen filled with a large, pale ass impaled by a thick, black cock. It was shockingly graphic. His cock looked very thick. The picture startled her, and it took a moment for Stephanie to glance around and see if anyone was watching her. She switched her phone to vibrate.

  [Stephanie] ooook

  [Dez] want more?

  [Stephanie] I’m in the office!

  Another picture came through. This time, his cock was in Charlotte’s mouth, but only the bottom part of her face could be seen. Stephanie still knew it was Charlotte, and it was obvious who the penis belonged to. It took a lot to shock her, but Dez had done it. She stared at the dirty picture and gnawed her bottom lip. The office felt very warm, and Stephanie took off her sweater. For once, she was at a loss for words. How on earth was she supposed to respond to that? Dez was a cocky sonofabitch. If she complained, he’d be fired in a second.

  [Stephanie] dez!

  [Dez] should I stop?

  [Stephanie] this isn’t the right time or place

  [Dez] let’s do lunch again

  [Stephanie] ok

  Stephanie had answered without thinking. Thinking was suddenly very hard. She hadn’t thought to tell him to stop when he gave her the opening. And she didn’t even think before accepting his lunch invitation. She belatedly realized she should probably run it by her husband. Andy had been funny about Dez the last time they talked about him. She knew the hotwife thing turned Andy on, but it also scared him. It scared Stephanie too—not that she was looking to become a hotwife. The hotwife lifestyle seemed like a wild, scary ride.

  After her strange conversation with Alyson, Stephanie had done her homework. Thank god everything was online these days—especially when it came to sex. She didn’t have to do much work to learn about the practices of cuckolding and being a hotwife. It filled in a lot of the blanks left from her first lunch with Dez. Stephanie discovered that a couple who engaged in hotwife play considered themselves completely different from cuckold couples. She didn’t entirely agree with that. Stephanie thought there was something inherently submissive about letting your wife have sex with another man, even if you weren’t engaging in active humiliation. It was one of the things that gave her pause when she thought about she and Andy trying it. Stephanie did not want to see her husband as submissive. She liked a man being a man. She’d still be happy if Andy became even more dominant than he was now.

  Dez was pleased Stephanie had agreed to lunch. He was playing a long game, flirting, throwing compliments her way, but he was getting impatient. Every time he looked at Stephanie he thought about fucking her and wondered what she would be like. He expected her to be sweet and loving at first, but then going wild. Once he went to work on them, they always went wild. He respected the marriages of the couples he played with, but he was also on a mission to make these married women howl. He wanted to make them come like they’d never come before. Charlotte had been a challenge. She’d had no shortage of lovers over the years, but he got a far more innocent vibe from Stephanie. Women like her were more fun to play with. He could take her places she’d never dreamed of going.

  Her curiosity was his way in he knew, so he played the Charlotte angle with her. It was cute that Stephanie tried to play it cool at first. He decided to take a calculated risk. He had a feeling about Stephanie and was happy when she didn’t tell him to stop after the first picture. He loved the way women like her reacted the first time they saw him naked. He knew the other pictures would seal the deal and noted she didn’t hesitate when he asked her to lunch.

  Dez waited for her in the parking lot, leaning back against his big, kitted-out SUV. He saw Stephanie looking over the vehicle as much as she looked at him. Stephanie made khakis look good, he thought. She had a nice little ass for such a petite woman. She wore a short denim jacket over a tight top. He didn’t hide his admiration as she approached.

  Stephanie felt the desire in his gaze as he watched her. It gave her a deep shiver and put a bounce in her step. He’d taken off his work shirt, leaving him in a tight, white t-shirt that clung to his muscular chest and arms like it was painted on. It was too easy for Stephanie to imagine what he would look like without a shirt on.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, reaching him.

  “What would you like?”

  It sounded like an invitation to more than lunch, but Stephanie didn’t take the bait. “The place we went last time was good.”

  “I know a great food tru
ck. We could grab something and eat outside. It’s a beautiful day.”

  “Sure. Why not?”

  Dez led her around to the passenger side of his SUV and held open the door. He even thoughtfully offered her a hand up. She needed it. The SUV was jacked up on enormous thin tires, with wide chrome rims. Stephanie was glad she was wearing pants, and not a dress or a skirt. There would have been no graceful way to climb into that vehicle in a skirt. As it was, her boots had a precarious grip on the step up. She needed Dez’s assistance.

  She may not have been wearing a skirt, but Dez enjoyed the view of her ass in her tight pants as she stepped up into the SUV. The more he admired her body, the more impressed he was with how she stayed in shape. Dez liked curvy women too, but he could really appreciate a tight, athletic body like Stephanie’s—especially when the woman had big tits, like she did.

  The food truck was a short drive, and its smells were marvelous. Stephanie chose two tacos and a bottle of iced tea. Dez purchased a burrito so large he needed two hands to hold it. Dez drove to a local park she was familiar with, but drove to the far side, where there was a wooded parking lot with picnic tables overlooking the lake. Stephanie wasn’t familiar with that side of it. Theirs was the only vehicle in the lot. They took their lunch to one of the nearby tables. Instead of sitting at it, they sat on the tabletop, looking out at the lake. Stephanie waited for Dez to bring up his extracurricular activities. He waited until they were almost done eating, then he started by asking about her, not talking about Charlotte.

  “Did you tell your husband about our last lunch?” Dez asked.

  “Of course, I did. We don’t have any secrets.”

  “That’s good. Good communication is important in a relationship.”

  Stephanie laughed. “You’re a relationship expert now?”

  “I see a lot of them. I think you get a lot of good insights looking at them from the outside.”

  “But you’re seeing a specific kind of couple.”

  “I don’t know that they’re so different from other couples. Trust me, they all have the same issues, they’re just more sexually open—and not all of them are really that. A lot of couples who try and open things up find out they just aren’t cut out for it.”

  “Oh?”

  “It’s one thing for a fantasy to turn you on. It’s another thing completely to actually do it and have to deal with all the emotions that go with it. A guy might get really turned on thinking about his wife with a guy like me, but when they do it he can get wildly jealous. She moaned louder for me than him, or he sees the size of my dick and thinks he’ll never be able to satisfy her again.”

  “You have a high opinion of yourself,” she said, giggling between sips of her iced tea.

  “You haven’t seen my dick,” he replied, flashing a big smile.

  I kind of have, she thought, thinking of the pictures he’d texted her. She didn’t dwell on those, not when she was sitting so close to Dez. “It’s not all about size,” she said.

  “That’s right. Don’t worry, I know how to use it, baby.” Dez gave her a moment to think about that. The look on her face told him she was. “Anyway, the husbands can’t always handle it, and sometimes the wife can’t either. She thinks she’s a whore because she fucked me, and it drives her crazy. Or she gets too attached and she starts wanting more. Listen, I ain’t looking to break up no marriages. I know what my role is. I’m a good Bull that way. I think it’s important that these couples find a good Bull. A lot of guys will take advantage if they can.”

  “But you don’t?”

  “I know why I’m there. It’s all about taking care of the lady and making sure her husband gets his fantasy fulfilled. They both have to get what they need out of it—too many guys don’t think about that last part of it.”

  “I guess you’re right,” Stephanie agreed.

  “Think about it. A couple wants to do this fantasy, but they usually have no idea what to do next. You’re lucky you met me, Steph. A lot of times they try it with someone they already know, and that can create all kinds of problems if it doesn’t work out, or sometimes even if it does work out. Or maybe they’ll have the wife try to pick up some random guy at a bar. That will probably work to get her laid, but that guy is just looking to fuck. He doesn’t understand the intricacies of this lifestyle.”

  Dez really did have a philosophy, and he did understand the role he played in these couples’ relationships. He didn’t want the drama of breaking up a marriage, and he wasn’t looking for a relationship anyway. He’d done that and gotten burned. It was much more fun just to go out and fuck hot women and leave the drama and hassles to the husbands. Dez felt he had the best of both worlds.

  “So you’re saying a couple needs a professional, like yourself?”

  Dez smirked. “Yeah, something like that, baby.”

  Stephanie noticed he’d taken to calling her baby, and she didn’t correct him, giving tacit consent. She didn’t know what to do with his suggestion that she was lucky she’d met him. The smart thing would be to tell Dez they weren’t interested, and yet she didn’t. It was a crisp fall day, and Stephanie pulled her sweater around her more tightly, but it wasn’t only because it was chilly. She’d caught Dez glancing at her boobs out of the corner of his eye. Her knit top clung to her round breasts. She didn’t like wearing the baggy tops that would camouflage her big tits on her slender body, and didn’t think she should have to. It wasn’t Dez looking that bothered so much. It was the way his looking made her feel.

  A lot of what Dez explained lined up with things she read. As exciting as the fantasy of this kinky sex play could be, she was not blind to the very real risks. Stephanie was sure she would never fall for another guy, but she read stories of other wives who were just as sure, and ended up falling for their lovers. Some of these hotwives had what amounted to boyfriends. Stephanie didn’t know what she wanted, but she knew she did not want a boyfriend. When she thought about the possibility of being a hotwife, it was all about dirty, forbidden sex, and titillating Andy, not forming a bond with some other guy.

  “Did you tell your man what we talked about?” Dez asked.

  “Yes, Andy was just as curious about what you were up to that night as I was. We both found it fascinating.” When Dez smiled, Stephanie regretted saying the last part.

  “What did he think?” Dez asked, drawing in the line. He was not wrong about Stephanie and her husband. He didn’t know much about Andy at all, but if Stephanie was here, Andy hadn’t say no way.

  “We both think it’s interesting. People do crazy things.” Stephanie wanted the attention off of her and Andy. Had Dez moved closer while she wasn’t paying attention? “So you saw Charlotte last night? How does that work?”

  “She calls and asks if I’m free. Sometimes we plan a date, and sometimes I see her on short notice like that. I’ll see her if I’m free, but I don’t want her to think I’m at their beck and call.”

  “No?”

  “They need to know I’m a man, not just some stunt dick for their fantasies.”

  “So you turn her down sometimes?”

  Dez flashed that handsome grin. “Only if I’m busy. Charlotte’s a blast.” His enthusiasm was evident. Stephanie could see he truly enjoyed his role as a Bull.

  “Did you go to the hotel again?”

  “She came to my place.”

  “Her husband wasn’t with her?”

  “Isaac was busy with work. He likes to be there, like I said, so it was only the second time I’ve seen her without him. I think he gets off knowing she’s getting fucked while he’s hard at work. She put him on FaceTime and propped her phone up, so he was there, in a way.”

  Dez couldn’t help smiling as he recalled his night with Charlotte. The sexy blonde MILF was always wild, but without her husband there she found another gear. She’d been a wildcat last night, riding him until his dick was raw. Rarely, had Dez met a woman who could outlast him. He was glad he’d had a little coke laying around to
help the cause. If he hit it right, he could last forever, and still enjoy himself. He wondered if Stephanie had ever done illicit drugs. She didn’t seem the type. It would be fun to see a woman like her high.

  The illicit scenario ran through Stephanie’s mind, sneaking away to see a lover and teasing Andy with it—knowing it drove him mad with desire. She did all she could to avoid thinking of Dez as her lover in that scenario.

  “It’s only been a few months, right? How often do you see Charlotte?”

  “We’ve both been busy the last couple weeks, but before that it was almost once a week.”

  “How many wives do you have keeping you busy?”

  Dez looked at her and laughed. His laugh was deep and warm, and he did it a lot. His laugh was seductive, and Stephanie felt its effects. “You’re wondering if I’m a man whore. I’m not indiscriminate about it. I need a connection with the woman. I don’t sleep with just anyone. And I’m safe. I get tested regularly. The most I’ve been with is three different wives at the same time. That got a little crazy. I needed my vitamins then.” Another laugh.

  Stephanie joined his mirth. “I can imagine. I don’t think I could keep up with that schedule.”

  “I don’t know about that.”

  “Are there three lucky ladies now?” she asked, dancing away from his comment.

  “Just Charlotte. There was someone else, but I broke it off. She was getting too clingy. I’m not looking for that kind of drama.”

  “I bet they fall for you all the time.”

  “It happens, that’s for sure. It starts out being about the wild sex and their husband’s fetish, but then they get too into it and see it as something else. It’s natural, I guess, but I’m not looking to steal anyone’s wife, and I don’t need a husband coming after me with a gun.”

  Stephanie thought about whether she would get attached. She got it. Not only was Dez hot, but he was charming and funny. His interest already had her feeling something new and exciting. That could get addictive. It was a real concern. Stephanie didn’t have the experience of one-night stands, or friends with benefits to learn if she could keep sex casual, but she couldn’t see giving up everything she had for sex—no matter how mind blowing.