“Do you ever get attached?” she asked.
“Can’t say I never have feelings,” Dez replied, thoughtfully. There’d been one or two women who’d tempted him to break his code, but in the end he’d kept his cool. “But I know the score. If I get hurt, that’s on me.”
“Ever get worried it’ll lose its excitement?”
Dez laughed. “It doesn’t for me, that’s for sure. And from her screams, I think Charlotte’s still enjoying herself. Why? You think you might get bored being a hotwife?”
Her cheeks went red. “I have no idea. How could I?”
“I think I could keep your attention, Steph.”
“You’d like to find out, wouldn’t you?” she laughed nervously and shifted the focus back to Charlotte. “So, she came over, turned on her phone…”
Dez waited a beat before allowing her to change the subject, giving her a chance to change her mind. “Charlotte didn’t turn on her phone right away. That wasn’t until we moved to the bed. After we greeted each other, I put her on her knees in the living room. I love the way she looks up at me while she’s sucking my dick.”
Don’t even think about it, Stephanie commanded herself. Don’t picture yourself in her shoes. “I imagine most guys like that.”
“But she gets this crazy look, like she’s fucking desperate for it. It’s a good thing I’m good for more than one pop a night, ‘cause she sucked it right out of me.”
“Yeah?” Stephanie squeaked.
“Oh yeah. I tried to keep it out of her hair.”
Stephanie took a deep breath and closed her eyes, Dez’s cock hung there, ripe and ready for her. She had to wonder how much he came. She may have been a virgin when she got with Andy, but Stephanie wasn’t completely without experience. She’d given maybe half a dozen blowjobs. Back then, she’d struggled to swallow, but no guy ever came on her face. She’d sharpened her skills over the years, and now she could swallow her husband’s load easily enough. Andy had only come on her face a couple times, when they were getting really kinky, but she wondered if she’d want that from another man. Would it be hot to have some stranger come all over her face? Stephanie shuddered.
“Something wrong?” Dez asked, wondering exactly what she was thinking. He could guess, and knowing her mind was going there made his cock stiffen.
Stephanie shook her head hard. Dez sat so close her ponytail almost whipped him.
“So, uh, you moved into the bedroom, Isaac watched…”
“Yeah, and I made sure he got the show he wanted. I was focused on her, obviously, but I always make sure the husband gets what he needs. What kind of guy do you think your husband is?”
The question was so out of left field that Stephanie was startled. “What? What do you mean?”
“Do you think he’d want to be there, or do you think he’d just want pictures or a video after the fact?”
Dez preferred to have the wife alone. They really lost their inhibitions without their husbands there, sitting in the corner. He could really use the wives then, but Dez was adaptable. He didn’t have an issue with the husband being there—not like some Bulls, who had performance issues if there was another guy in the room.
“Andy? I don’t know that Andy would want any of it. I told you, we don’t do that stuff.”
“I know…not yet.”
“I…uhm…I don’t know that we’d ever do it. We’re not…” Stephanie had trouble finding words all of a sudden. Dez’s hand was on her back, and she didn’t know when that had happened. He massaged her through her sweater and shirt, and it felt good. She felt his strength. His fingers lingered near her bra strap, tracing it along her back. Stephanie stiffened.
“Not what? Not interested? I don’t know about that, baby. You seem plenty interested to me.”
Stephanie stammered incoherently while she reached for a response. Lying had never come easy for her, and it was difficult to lie to Dez, even about something like this. She was just an honest person. “I mean, it’s interesting. Of course, it’s interesting. I’m not a prude. I’m interested, but I never said I was interested. I didn’t say we’re interested, not what you’re saying. I mean, we’re not like that.”
“Like what, baby? All kinds of normal people do this. I don’t know that there’s a type. You just need to be sexual and open to new experiences. You need to be past jealousy.”
“Yeah, of course. I get it. Trust me, Andy and I are open…”
“But you’re not that kind of people.”
“Yes. Exactly.”
Stephanie knew she sounded confused and realized it would be better if she just stopped talking. She could only dig her hole deeper, and she didn’t want to offend Dez. She realized couples like Charlotte and Isaac weren’t sexual deviants, but she didn’t know if she’d go as far as calling them normal. Inviting a third person into your bedroom was not normal. Stephanie wanted to believe she and Andy were too normal for anything like that, but deep down she was having doubts. It turned her on, when she let herself think about it, and knew Andy got off on it—even if he was reluctant to admit it. Dez seemed to have them pegged, but Stephanie wasn’t about to tell him that.
“I think you’re afraid, Steph.”
She snorted. “Afraid of what? I’m a grown woman. I can handle myself.”
“Oh, I have no doubt that you can handle it, baby. I think you’re just afraid of what you might discover about yourself.”
“Really?” Stephanie stared at him. She hated being challenged, and she knew herself very well, thank you.
“How long have you and Andy been together?”
“Over twenty years.”
“Damn, you must have just been a girl. You with a lot of guys before that?”
“That’s a personal question.”
“You don’t have to tell me, girl.” He knew that meant yes.
Stephanie narrowed her eyes as she stared at him. His dark eyes seemed impossibly deep. She’d never noticed that before, but then they’d never been this close before. His hand was warm on her back, and had moved up. He fingered her collar now. She felt like if she didn’t answer Dez, it would be some kind of victory for him.
“Not a lot of guys, no.”
Dez gave a short nod, like he’d known it. Stephanie was inflamed.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“It means it’s only natural a woman like you would be curious about what’s out there. I’m sure your husband’s great—”
“Andy is great.”
“Yeah, I’m sure he is. But there are other things to experience, baby. Other things to feel. You have to think about it—what it might be like. And now that you know there’s a way, if Andy’s down with it…”
“I never said he is,” Stephanie interjected.
“But if he is, it’s only natural for you to want it, Steph.”
“I didn’t say I want it.” Without thinking, she added, “I don’t know what I want.” Stephanie kicked herself. Why did she admit that?
“There’s a way to find out, baby.”
Dez tugged her closer and kissed her. He knew she was ready, even if she didn’t. After a moment of hesitation, she kissed him back. It was quicker than he’d expected, given how long it must have been for her, being kissed by a strange man. He held her tight, but Stephanie didn’t struggle to get away. She poured herself into their kiss.
Stephanie felt his strong hand on the back of her neck, and his possessiveness made her shudder. Kissing him back was all instinct, at least initially. Stephanie was just so used to responding to a kiss like that, she went with it. But kissing Dez was starkly different than kissing her husband. His full lips felt soft for a man’s—not that she was complaining—and his stubble rubbed her cheek. Dez held the back of her neck possessively, sending shivers down her spine.
Sharing this illicit kiss sparked something inside Stephanie she’d never felt before. Butterflies took flight in her stomach, and her skin tingled all over, heated where Dez touched her
neck. Her brain told her this was wrong, but it excited her, and Stephanie’s body craved it. Dez eased back on the kiss, and she took over, kissing him harder. She flicked her tongue at his lips, and he met it with his.
Dez released her neck when he felt her compliance, and his arm went around her slender body, almost pulling Stephanie into his lap. She gripped his arm, like she was testing his strength. He pushed it further, seeing how far this married woman would go. Her big tit felt firm and warm in his hand. Her nipple popped to life at his touch.
His granite strength thrilled her. His hands on her body made Stephanie’s heart pound, but the eager way her body responded to him also scared her, and Stephanie pushed away, sliding across the tabletop and hopping down. She rocked nervously back and forth on her feet, trying to catch her breath. Part of her was surprised Dez had let her go—and was disappointed.
“Nononono…I can’t do this.” The words came out in a panicked rush.
“You want it. I feel it, baby,” Dez said softly, letting her find her way.
“I can’t. I can’t. Andy…”
“It sounds like it turns him on too.”
“I can’t…we haven’t talked about it…Dez…please…”
Stephanie felt like she was begging him to stop, which was silly, of course he would, but part of her realized that if Dez pressed, she wouldn’t stop him. Her pussy was soaked. She wouldn’t try to deny she wanted him, but she just couldn’t. Not now. Not yet. She had to talk to Andy.
Dez read her well. Stephanie was his for the taking, but if he did it now, like this, it would only happen once. Her guilt would consume her. His cock was throbbing, and he wanted nothing more than to bend the pretty wife over that picnic table and make her scream, but Dez was in it for the long haul. He wanted to enjoy Stephanie at his leisure. The smart move was to back off and give her space. Stephanie would come to him again. Dez was sure of it.
“Baby, I don’t wanna make you do anything. You’re gonna come to me when you want it.”
“I need to talk to my husband. We should get back to the office.”
Their ride back to work was quiet, and Dez let the silence lay between them. It was more difficult than he expected. Stephanie struck a chord in him. He wanted her in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Wives like Charlotte were a lot of fun. The blonde was out there with what she wanted, and was a hellcat in bed. Dez knew he wasn’t Charlotte’s first Bull.
Women like Stephanie were different, and the challenge of seducing them was a great thrill. It was taking an inexperienced woman like Stephanie and opening her up that really got Dez going. He really hoped he hadn’t scared her off. He didn’t think so. Stephanie was made of stronger stuff than that.
Stephanie muttered a simple goodbye in the parking lot and hurried back into the office. Sitting at her desk, Stephanie glanced around. She felt the weight of her scarlet letter, and like anyone looking at her could tell what she’d done. Her guilt was not because of the kiss. She could rationalize that Dez had kissed her. Stephanie’s guilt came from her excitement. Even an hour later, back at work and sitting at her desk, she was still wired from that kiss. Stephanie still felt Dez’s lips on hers and the closeness of his body. Stephanie was guilty because of how much she wanted Dez. It didn’t diminish her love for her husband, but for the first time since they’d been together, she wanted another man. Stephanie didn’t know what to do with what she felt. She started to believe this was something she wanted to do, but only if Andy truly wanted it too.
Stephanie was contemplating all this when her phone buzzed with a text. Andy wanted to know what happened at lunch. She had to tell Andy what happened. His reaction would tell her a lot. She took a deep breath and texted him back.
Seven
Andy watched Stephanie all evening. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but he suspected there would be something different about her—some kind of sign that she had kissed another man that day. People said you could tell if your spouse was cheating. Stephanie hadn’t cheated on him, but Andy still thought there should be something different about her he could detect. As she moved about the house, making dinner, taking care of the kids, she seemed like the same Stephanie he’d known for twenty years. It wasn’t until they had a moment alone that Stephanie reacted to what she’d done.
Stephanie was all over him the second she found him alone for a moment and closed the bedroom door behind her. She plastered her body to his and kissed him hotly. Andy held her, grabbing her tight butt and almost growling while they kissed. Stephanie reached between them and found him hard. Andy had been like that all day, from the moment he’d read about Stephanie’s kiss with another man.
“I’ve been dying to do this all day,” she said, stroking Andy through his khakis.
“Ever since lunch with Dez?”
Andy saw Stephanie hesitate and wondered if his tone was too arch.
“It left me feeling…something,” she admitted. She squeezed his cock harder. “I think it’s got you feeling something too.”
“I’m surprised he didn’t take care of that.”
“I wouldn’t do that without your permission.”
Andy kissed her again, energy surging through him, but they couldn’t take it further, not yet. The kids were just in the other room. It would have to wait, just a little bit longer. Andy noted that Stephanie didn’t give him her usual response—that she didn’t need another man to take care of her. It was a new admission on her part, even if only a tacit one, and Andy didn’t know how to process it. His own feelings were so unexpected. Andy was so aroused and nervous that his hands shook.
Later, Stephanie felt bad that she rushed the kids to bed, but she was preoccupied. A tight ball of nervous energy nestled in her chest as she waited to get her husband alone again. She was so horny that she ached for him, but she was afraid of what she would learn tonight. Stephanie didn’t know which scared her more: the possibility that Andy would tell her to stay away from Dez, or that he wouldn’t.
Andy was in the den, tablet in hand, studying. Unlike Stephanie, he hadn’t done any in depth study of the hotwife fetish. He still only knew what he’d learned from porn. He’d been trying to avoid examining his own feelings during the month or so since they’d learned about Dez. Andy didn’t consider himself uptight, but it was hard for him to accept becoming aroused by thinking of his wife with another man. Other than it just being weird, it challenged a lot of what he’d been taught it meant to be a man. Men were supposed to be possessive of their women—jealous even. They certainly weren’t supposed to share their women with other men—let alone get off on doing it. But Andy had never been overly possessive, and he didn’t really think of Stephanie as his. She wasn’t a possession. Stephanie was with him because she chose to be. Now Andy was considering if she could choose to be with another man and still be with him.
Honestly, he understood a lot of the appeal of being a hotwife—especially for a woman like Stephanie. They’d been together for twenty years and she’d been a virgin at marriage. The husbands on these hotwife message boards made persuasive arguments about freeing their wives to enjoy sex with other men. Andy saw it as the justification it was, but the arguments made a superficial sort of sense. Andy even understood—on some level—what those husbands got out of it. They swore up and down they just thought it was hot that their wives had sexual freedom, and they didn’t feel like lesser men for it, but Andy had trouble getting there. His mind kept going back to swingers, and how at least in that case both partners were getting sex. The husband didn’t just sit back and passively watch—even if he did get off on seeing his wife perform. But as much as Stephanie’s teasing about Alyson had messed with his mind, Andy had no burning desire to be with another woman. Stephanie was as possessive as he was not. Andy was tossing all the contradictions around in his brain when Stephanie, found him.
“What are you doing?” she asked, joining him on the couch.
“Research,” he replied, t
urning the tablet to show his wife the screen.
“I see. And what are your conclusions, professor?”
“It’s normal for you to be turned on by Dez.”
“I never admitted that.”
Andy shot her a skeptical look. Stephanie responded with that cute, sideways smile.
“I didn’t deny it. I just said I haven’t admitted it.”
“Anyway, if these pro-hotwife websites are to be believed, it’s totally normal for husbands to share their wives with other men, and it can only make your marriage better. In fact, everyone would be doing it if only they weren’t programmed by society to buy into monogamy.”
Stephanie laughed. “Really? If only we’d known about this sooner. We should spread the word.”
“I know, right? It’s unnatural to keep your wife to yourself, apparently.”
Stephanie put the tablet aside and kissed him. “Seriously, what do you really think?”
Andy was thoughtful. “I think a door’s been opened and maybe we need to explore what it means before we just close it.”
“And how do we do that?” Stephanie climbed onto his lap, nestling her toned butt right into his crotch. She’d changed into black yoga pants and a white running tank top after work.
“Let’s start with you telling me how Dez came to kiss you this afternoon.” Andy wrapped his arms around her.
“He texted me, told me he’d seen Charlotte again. I think he knew I’d be interested. And then he sent me some pictures.”
“Pictures?”
“You can guess what kind. She was sucking him, and then he was fucking her.”
“It turned you on, didn’t it?”
“Yes,” she admitted, looking down. “I told him he couldn’t send me that stuff at work, and he asked me to lunch, so I texted you.”
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