Dez withdrew his fingers and gave them a slow lick. She tasted sweet. He smiled. “Mmm.” Dez pressed the fingers to her lips, and Stephanie greedily sucked them. That’s a good girl, he thought. He’d make her do the same to his cock after he fucked her.
Stephanie always felt so naughty doing that, but Andy hadn’t done it to her in years. Tasting her pussy gave her a shiver of flirting with the forbidden, even after everything she’d done with Dez. She sucked his fingers clean, giving him a tease of pleasures to come.
“I really do need to get home, babe,” she said, stroking his hair. She was fascinated with his braids and could have played with them all night. She’d never been with a man with long hair.
“Your husband is waiting for a full report.”
“Yes,” she admitted. Guilt flickered through her like distant lightning.
“Is there anything he needs?”
“What do you mean?”
“A lot of husbands have something specific they want from their wives’ dates, especially if they aren’t there. Does he want pictures, or texts? Video maybe?”
“We didn’t really discuss it. I’ll ask him.”
“Do that. We want him to feel included, and we don’t want to piss him off.”
“Andy’s good,” she insisted. They kissed again.
After a long, deep kiss, Stephanie hopped off the hood, and Dez held her car door. She didn’t try to keep the dress down as she sat. Dez smiled at the flash. Stephanie couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. She felt so daring! She couldn’t believe what she’d done! It didn’t matter that she hadn’t slept with Dez. It had been a real date. It had felt intimate. She felt she’d been his for the evening, and at the end he’d made her climax like she was his—and god, what climaxes! Stephanie still had the shivers. She couldn’t wait to get home and tell her husband all about it.
Nine
Andy had to laugh at himself when he thought about how he’d thought that waiting for Stephanie to come back from her lunch with Dez had been torture. Stephanie’s after-work drinks date with him was truly the longest evening of Andy’s life. He must have checked the time on his phone a thousand times, wondering what his wife was doing with her handsome black hunk of a coworker. He repeatedly took deep breaths and tried to calm himself. If he couldn’t get through this evening, how was he ever going to survive if they moved forward with all this?
Getting through the nighttime routine without Stephanie there was more of a hassle than he’d anticipated. Dinner was easy, but bedtime was tough. Andy expected Stephanie might be home by then—it was only drinks, after all—but there was no sign of her, so he handled tooth brushing and stories on his own. It was now after eight, and his wife was still out with Dez.
Andy fought the temptation to text Stephanie, as he had done all night. With each passing hour the fight grew harder. It was one thing when he had the kids to distract him, but once they were down, all Andy could do was speculate about what Stephanie might be doing at that moment.
Stephanie could be doing almost anything. Andy kicked himself for leaving it so open, but he honestly hadn’t known what to say when his wife had asked him where to draw the line. It felt like a trap of sorts. Leave it too open, and Stephanie would think he was too eager. Close it off, and risk having Stephanie resent him. He had to trust her, but this was a huge test of that trust.
Part of the problem was that Andy didn’t know what he wanted. When he tried to think about it, his head got all hazy and he just couldn’t think clearly. His brain filled with jumbled images of Stephanie and Dez together, he got hard, and for a while he felt he was open to anything! He had pictured Dez fucking his wife, and it almost made him come without touching his cock. Andy always calmed down though, and once he did, reality kicked in and his mixed emotions tore him in a dozen different directions. He couldn’t deny that the possibilities were exciting, but they were also insanely reckless. Wasn’t it foolhardy to think he could send his wife out to sleep with some handsome stud and that she wouldn’t fall for him? Andy considered himself a realist. If he had the chance to fuck some hot young thing, of course he’d want more. He couldn’t expect anything less from Steph. Andy also bought into the conventional wisdom that women couldn’t easily separate love from sex. Stephanie had no experience with it, so how could either of them know how she’d react? Andy was too aware of all the dangers, and now that they had penetrated his brain he couldn’t root them out.
Alone, with the kids in bed, Andy took up his tablet and dialed up some porn. He searched the terms interracial and hotwife, and scrolled through the videos in the search results, looking for women who resembled Stephanie. He settled on one and watched with bated breath. It was so easy to imagine he was watching his wife with Dez. Andy wasn’t sure he could handle being in the same room, but if Stephanie brought home a video it would be incredible. He regretted not telling her before she left that he wanted a video—or pictures at least—but he could request that the next time. Andy was sure there would be a next time. He barely resisted the urge to jerk off. Denying himself felt like some kind of punishment, but he had to save himself for Stephanie. He had been so hard for so long that his balls were aching.
Andy jumped when he heard the front door open. He’d left the porn behind—he couldn’t take it any longer—and was listlessly watching humorous videos on YouTube when Stephanie finally arrived home. She called out his name, and he answered that he was back in the den. Stephanie strolled into the room, and right away he knew something was different. Andy couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but his wife of twenty years was not the same.
“What are ya doin’?” she asked casually.
“Just waiting for my wife to come home from her date. Did you have fun?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you look incredible, so yeah, you probably had some fun. I bet he couldn’t keep his hands off you.”
“Dez appreciated the effort I made to look nice,” she replied coyly.
“Where did you guys go?”
“We did not end up at his place, if that’s what you’re wondering. He did ask me, though.”
“I bet it was hard to turn him down.”
Stephanie smiled. “Yes and no. I wanted to, but I didn’t have permission.”
“I never said you couldn’t go to his place.”
“But if I did…”
“Oh.” Andy felt stupid for not getting it.
“We went to a bar. I was one of the only three white girls there. It felt weird, but exciting.”
A shiver ran through Andy as he thought of his wife in a bar full of black guys, but he wasn’t sure why—or maybe just didn’t want to acknowledge why. He imagined all of those guys watching Stephanie and lusting after her. In that fantasy his wife was being seriously tempted.
“And?” Andy asked. As much as he loved looking at her, he was frustrated that Stephanie stayed across the room. He knew she was teasing him, but he couldn’t handle much of that tonight.
Stephanie began slowly walking towards him, savoring the way her husband looked at her. He watched her like she was some erotic creature he’d never seen before. It made her feel sexier than anything Dez had done to her. Andy’s desire for her was palpable, like a charge in the room. She had thought the high point of this experience would be fooling around with Dez, but this reaction from her husband was the real pinnacle.
“We talked. We had a few drinks. It was so weird. It felt like I was out on a real date.”
“Weren’t you?”
“Sort of. I guess. I don’t know. I guess I didn’t really know what to expect. I had no context for it.”
“And you liked it?”
She couldn’t keep the crooked smile from her lips. “It was fun. It made me feel sexy.”
Andy smiled too. “I bet it did.”
“It was scary, but I liked it.”
Andy looked up at his wife, who stood over him in front of their large sectional couch. That’s what wa
s different about her. He could see that she felt sexy. Her newfound confidence showed in the way she carried herself. It tweaked Andy that another man made her feel that way, but he understood. After so long together, he couldn’t possibly elicit the kind of feelings in his wife that a new lover could. He had no reason to take it personally, but he was still jealous of the way Dez made Stephanie feel. And that jealousy only seemed to turn him on even more. Andy was so hard he almost groaned.
“Just how much did you like it?” Andy asked.
He touched her gently, like he was afraid to do it. He brushed the soft suede of her boots, then the thin material of her inadequate shirt dress. Andy thought something should feel different, but Stephanie felt tight and toned, just like she always had. His hand moved under her dress and she adjusted her stance, parting her thighs for him, welcoming him. The smooth skin of her inner thighs was burning hot. His eyes widened when he didn’t feel any panties.
“Dez ruined my thong, so I had to take it off,” Stephanie told him, her voice husky. She reached into her purse and withdrew the damp, misshapen scrap of black fabric. Stephanie had stripped out of it at a red light on the way home, as it hung loosely and irritated her. She dropped the sodden scrap of fabric in Andy’s lap.
Andy stared down at the thong, his mind reeling. He could see it was all stretched out, like Dez had tried to rip it off Stephanie. His mind went all kinds of insane places. Stephanie had said she didn’t go back to Dez’s place, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t fucked him. Andy pushed that aside. She’d promised she wouldn’t, and he had to trust her. He pushed his hand higher. Her shaven cunt was slick, her lips puffy. She moaned and shifted on her feet restlessly when he touched her. Andy’s fingers slid inside her with no resistance.
“Oh god,” Stephanie whimpered, throwing a hand on Andy’s shoulder for balance. She clenched her muscles around his fingers, quivering for his touch. But it wasn’t his fingers she wanted. She needed her husband inside her. Dez had made her come hard, but even his thick, talented fingers were no substitute for what she really needed.
“You’re so damn wet,” Andy said, hardly recognizing his voice.
“Dez touched me…outside…in the parking lot…he put his fingers inside…”
Andy’s gut flip-flopped. It felt like he’d lost control of his body. He slowly, rhythmically fingered his wife, and she moved her hips to match him. He pictured Dez, towering over Stephanie, pulling her to him.
“He started in the bar. We kissed, and then we were making out…”
“Necking in public, you shameless hussy. I didn’t know you were into that.”
“I didn’t either. Dez just did it, and I couldn’t stop. He put my hand on him.”
Andy used the fingers in her pussy to draw her closer. He grabbed one of her tits now too, squeezing it roughly, which brought a gasp from his wife. He didn’t imagine Dez had been gentle with her. Andy was torn between taking her like Dez would and being gentle—her loving husband. He didn’t feel gentle.
“He felt so big. I had to pull my hand away.”
Stephanie closed her eyes, and she was right back in that bar with Dez, feeling his thickness and wondering how it would feel inside her. When she opened her eyes, Andy was staring at her with the oddest look. He looked at her with awe, but there was something else lurking behind his eyes, something darker. Andy didn’t quite look angry, but his eyes were hard. Stephanie didn’t know how to interpret it.
Her knees were weak, and she moved to his side, kneeling on the couch beside Andy. She couldn’t stand any longer, not with his fingers inside her. The tease was maddening. Stephanie had enough teasing for one night. Andy’s fingers made her desperate to climax, but he wasn’t quite getting her there. She recalled how Dez had teased her clit when he fingered her and how easily he’d made her orgasm.
“He made you come, didn’t he? That’s why you’re so wet.” Andy’s voice was a growl.
“Yes…baby…he just grabbed me…pushed me on the hood…he touched me! Anyone could have seen us!”
“Little slut,” Andy growled.
“Yesss…I felt like a slut…”
Stephanie grabbed for the waist of Andy’s running shorts. She needed him. Andy raised his hips to let her yank the shorts down along with his underwear. His cock sprang up and she grabbed it, hungry for it. Stephanie leaned down and got close. Andy was not a small man, not based on her limited experience, and not even compared to Dez. Her hand couldn’t quite close around him, leaving a couple inches exposed. It didn’t matter to her that Andy wasn’t as big as Dez had felt. He satisfied her just fine, and that was what she needed. With no panties, she could just climb right on top of him.
“Did he want to fuck you?” Andy groaned. Stephanie’s lightly stroking him was almost too much to bear. He looked down at her face, so close to him. He wanted her to suck him. He wanted her to do something. His arm was stretched out, his fingers still inside her. He fingered her harder, and Stephanie jumped, moaning.
“Yes! He told me. I…I said I wasn’t ready…but it was so tempting.”
“I can tell, Steph. You’re soaked for him. He could just slide right inside you.”
I don’t know, she thought, thinking about how big Dez had felt. “I’m not ready, not yet,” she insisted.
Andy didn’t know that he believed her. She felt ready. He knew Stephanie’s appetites all too well. He was impressed by her willpower so far.
“Baby, you’re so hard. This really turns you on, doesn’t it?” she cooed.
“Yeah…”
“You like feeling how wet Dez made me?”
“Fuck…Steph…”
“He could have fucked me. Do you want that? Do you want Dez to fuck me?”
“I…I…I don’t…”
Andy was trying to tell her he didn’t know, even though the idea was all he could think about in that moment, but he couldn’t even speak. The cum churned in his balls and before he could get any words out he was blasting away.
Stephanie was caught completely off guard. Andy spurted onto her face, catching her across the cheek and shooting into her hair. She pulled his cock away, still jerking it out of instinct, and he finished on her dress. Stephanie was stunned. Andy never came that fast. She was glad he was just as turned on as she was, but she was frustrated, because she really wanted to fuck her husband. She kept stroking him, hoping he’d rebound.
Andy sensed her frustration and mumbled, “Sorry, Steph.”
“It’s okay, baby. I’m glad you’re so into this.”
He was embarrassed. This was definitely not the time to become a quick draw, not when his wife was about to get railed by a well-hung stud. Andy needed to be at the top of his game, but there was no way he was going to hold out. He’d been waiting to come all night. Stephanie didn’t need to do much.
“Maybe a little warning next time,” she joked, wiping at the sticky fluid on her face.
“I wasn’t expecting it either,” he said, chuckling.
Andy watched her sit back and decided he couldn’t leave her like this. He pushed her onto her back on the couch. The loose dress fell around her waist, giving him a good look at her cunt. Dez’s fingers had been there just a little bit ago. It struck him that Stephanie’s pussy wasn’t his anymore—not exclusively. At least in the short term, he’d soon be sharing his wife with another man. The dagger twisted in his gut, and it spurred him into action. Andy hiked one of her legs over his shoulder, feeling the soft suede of her boot, and dove in.
“Oh! Baby…you don’t have to…mmm…”
Contrary to her words, Stephanie roughly grabbed Andy’s hair and forced his face to her pussy. He didn’t have to before he started, but she wasn’t letting him up now until he got the job done. Her body twisted this way and that, loud moans filling the room. She worked her hips at him, thrusting herself at the tongue that teased her clit.
“Oh! Oh! Don’t stop! Baby…please…don’t…STOP!”
Stephanie came just as quick
ly as her husband had, so she could hardly be critical. Pleasure surged through her body and she tensed, going rigid while the orgasm held her. She relaxed and came down from her high and realized a little disappointment was still there. She felt guilty. Dez had made her come twice and Andy had given her another climax, and still she needed a cock inside her. It really made Stephanie feel like a slut, but she couldn’t help herself.
Andy moved on top on her, and they kissed deeply. She may have been disappointed, but she loved her husband. She was married to the best man on Earth. He looked down at her and asked, “Are we good, Steph?”
“I think we’re perfect. How do you feel?”
“I love you more than ever. I think we’re very good,” Andy replied.
He moved off his wife and sat up. She remained reclined on the couch, and he affectionately stroked her leg. Stephanie seemed like she was back to normal, but something was still just a little off. Andy sensed she was holding something back, but it wasn’t the time to press her. They were both in post-orgasmic bliss, and he wanted to enjoy the moment. He looked at his wife and was relieved that everything felt normal. He needed to know that if they went down this road they could get back to normal when they weren’t playing.
Stephanie watched Andy closely, looking for any signs that everything really was or wasn’t okay. As much as she wanted Dez, she would not let that hunger mess up her marriage. Andy flashed her his old goofy grin, and she was relaxed.
“This is weird, right? I mean, it’s hot, but it’s weird. I can’t believe we went through with this,” Andy commented. “It almost doesn’t feel real.”
“I did it. It’s happening,” Stephanie replied. It felt very real to her. She still felt Dez’s kiss, his body against hers. She understood why Andy felt removed from the situation, but that wasn’t possible for her. Stephanie was doing things—feeling things, and she had to deal with the consequences of that. “How was it for you, waiting for me to come home?”
“Really fucking stressful to be honest, but at the same time it was strangely exciting. It’s like when you’re waiting to drop on a rollercoaster. I had this anticipation that gave me these nervous tingles all over,” Andy answered.
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