After the morning rush, the drivers were on the road and the people remaining in the office got to work. Besides Stephanie, there were two other women and two men. The company accountant, Betty, was one of the women. A younger girl, fresh out of college—Brianna—was the other. Brianna ran around the office doing all the Girl Friday chores. Betty’s desk was close to Stephanie’s, and the two women were friendly, if not friends outside of work. Betty was older, and a little rough around the edges.
“Are you interviewing for other jobs?” Betty asked out-of-the-blue.
“What? No?” Stephanie replied, scooting her chair closer to Betty’s desk. “Why would you think that?”
Betty looked relieved, but skeptical. “You’ve been dressing nicer and you’ve taken some long lunches. It just seemed to me that you might be looking for the exit. I know we didn’t get raises this year, but I’d hate to see you go.”
“I love working here,” Stephanie replied, thinking, especially since I’ve gotten closer to Dez. “and I’m not looking to leave. You’ve got it all wrong, and don’t let that idea spread. Phil wouldn’t take that lightly.” Phil was the general manager, whose office was beyond the far door.
“I won’t. You know I don’t spread rumors. I just don’t want to have to get used to someone else.”
“I’ve been here over ten years, Betty. This job works great with my life. I’m not going to leave and you’re not going to have to get used to someone else.” Despite her protestations, Stephanie knew that Betty was quite the gossip. She was Phil’s ear in the office.
Betty pointedly looked at Stephanie’s tits, noting her cleavage. “What gives, then?”
“I, uhm…”
“You’re not trying to get that raise another way, are you?”
“Betty! Are you crazy?”
“I’m just askin’, don’t be offended! If I had it, I’d work it.”
“Betty! I’m not working it.” Stephanie lowered her voice, hoping Betty would take the hint.
“I don’t blame you. Chill out, Steph. Phil’s a married man, but I don’t know how happily, if you know what I mean. He’s like any man, he looks.”
“Really?” It never occurred to Stephanie that their boss might ever look at her like that. She certainly never looked at him like that. She’d heard stories from her girlfriends who worked at other places and had always been relieved that her boss didn’t think pats on the rear end, or off-color comments were okay. Stephanie didn’t want to think that Phil might have checked her out.
“Honey, you’ve got a tight caboose and a nice rack. Men are men. You don’t need to show it off for them to look. But now that you are…”
“I swear, I’m not.”
“Anyway, just sayin’ you should go for it if you want to. Get me a couple extra bucks if you can, while you’re at it.”
Stephanie wheeled back to her desk and tried to put Phil scoping out her butt out of her mind. It felt like everyone she knew was telling her that every man she encountered wanted to screw her. It was ridiculous. Stephanie knew full well she was hardly a centerfold. She was a pretty, middle-aged mom, but she wasn’t the bombshell who was chased around the office. It was quite a boost to her ego, but it made her head spin.
The new attention left Stephanie feeling self-conscious. Instead of leaving for lunch with Dez, she made him meet her somewhere. The last thing she needed was for someone to see her going off with Dez. He told her to meet him by the lake. Stephanie didn’t bother picking up food on the way. She was too nervous to eat.
Dez pulled into the small gravel lot and found Stephanie leaning against the fender of her RAV4, looking at her phone. She wore a cropped jean jacket over her top, but it didn’t hide how low-cut the garment was. Between the top and her tight jeans, Stephanie looked every inch the MILF that she was. Dez smiled. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. He suspected she was texting with her husband. In his experience, the husbands of these hotwives wanted to be constantly updated on what was happening. He knew it was important to keep the husbands happy, but keeping the needy ones satisfied could be obtrusive.
Stephanie watched Dez pull in beside her and pushed her sunglasses down, stowing her phone in her purse. She’d texted Andy to let him know she was waiting for Dez, and he’d told her to have fun. Stephanie knew her husband was sitting somewhere with his stomach in knots as he thought about her and Dez together, and she had to talk herself out of her guilt. Andy insisted the torture was part of the thrill for him. She thought, Then I’d better make it worth it for him.
“Hey, girl,” Dez said, sliding an arm around her, inside her jacket. He brushed her hair back with his other hand and pulled her into a kiss. She yielded to him, and his balls tightened.
Stephanie felt the tingling down to her toes when their lips met. Her hands rested on his broad chest. The polo with the company logo was stretched tight over his muscular chest. They kissed until Stephanie pulled back, feeling lightheaded.
“Let’s take a walk,” she said. Stephanie thought it might a good way to slow things down. Otherwise, she knew she’d be half-naked in the backseat of Dez’s truck in about five minutes. She took his hand and led him up the path into the woods.
“Tips good this morning?” she asked, straining for small talk.
“You know we’re not allowed to take tips.”
“And I know you all take them. Don’t worry, I’m not a rat.”
Dez smiled broadly. He knew she was cool.
“We did good this morning, although we had to carry a full bedroom set up three stories and barely got tipped at all. I wanted to slug that guy.”
“Aw, poor baby. Hope you’re not too worn out for your afternoon deliveries.”
“I’ve got plenty of energy—for everything.” His hand slid down to her ass, and he gave it a squeeze.
“Hey!”
“You gonna play coy with me now, baby?”
“I’m not used to being groped in public.”
“No? You seem to like it.”
“I don’t know that I was thinking clearly on Friday night.”
“You seemed clear to me. You seemed to know exactly what you wanted.”
“Something had me a little distracted. I wasn’t behaving like myself.”
“I think that’s exactly who you are, or who you want to be. You’ve just been hiding it all this time.”
“You know me so well already?” she asked, looking up at him.
“I just know the hotwife type, and you seem to fit right in. You’ve been doing everything for everyone else for so long, but now you’re finally able to do something just for yourself.”
Stephanie turned to challenge him, walking backward to face him. The trail was covered with mulch and it wound through woods vivid with the colors of fall. The light breeze chilled Stephanie, despite her jacket. They seemed to be the only ones around.
“First of all, mister, I’m not a type. Secondly, I’m not just doing this for me.”
“Yeah, I get that part. I know your man is getting off on this too, but it’s up to you to decide what you do and how you do it. I’m sure you have rules, but he can’t really control what you do if he’s not here.”
It was his experience that while most of these couples had rules for the wives’ behavior, those rules often went out the window when the wife got turned on. Dez may have lightly pushed them to go further, but he never forced a hotwife to do anything she didn’t want to. He didn’t need to.
Stephanie turned serious. “I wouldn’t do anything Andy wouldn’t want.”
“I didn’t say you would. I want your man to get what he needs, but for me it’s really all about you, baby. I need to make sure you have a good time.”
“I had a good time on Friday.”
“So let’s have another good time.”
Dez reached out and took Stephanie’s hands, pulling her to him. He lifted her off the ground while they kissed, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands supported her butt, and
Stephanie loved the way he could support her so effortlessly, his strength was such a turn on. She tightened her legs around his hips, grinding on him, and kissed him harder. Her arm was around his neck and she pulled on several of his braids. Now that they were kissing, Stephanie didn’t want to stop.
He carried her a few feet off the trail and backed her up against a tree. Dez felt the heat coming from her. It was a huge turn on that Stephanie went right for it, but she wasn’t the outwardly obvious type. She was going to be an incredible fuck.
Her tongue excitedly sought his, but he teased her by flicking it back. Dez took a step forward, leaning her on the tree, and he pulled at her jacket. He wrestled with it for a second then tossed it on the ground. He grabbed her tits and massaged them. Stephanie gasped into their kiss. Her nipples rose, and Dez pinched them through her blouse and her bra. She shivered and squeezed her legs around him. His cock surged when she tightened around him. Dez pulled her blouse up, fighting the urge just to rip it off. She didn’t let him strip her, but she didn’t make him pull her top down either. Her tits strained against a black, lacy bra, and he grabbed them again. Dez loved her big, natural tits.
Stephanie stopped kissing him, leaning her head back against the tree with her eyes closed. She savored his hands on her while holding onto his muscular arms. With his every flick of her nipples, Stephanie shuddered and moaned.
“Baby…” she moaned softly, her nails digging into his arms as the nipple-play drove her crazy.
“Give me your phone, girl.”
It pulled her out of her reverie, and her eyes fluttered open. She looked at him, eyes questioning. Dez repeated his demand, pinching her nipples harder. Stephanie cried out and hurried to pull her phone from her back pocket. Dez stepped farther back, stretching Stephanie’s body. Only her shoulders against the tree and her legs wrapped around his waist held her in place. It wasn’t particularly comfortable.
Dez snapped a couple pictures of her heaving tits, smiling when she squirmed and tried to cover up. She still had some shame. The pictures weren’t souvenirs for him, Dez was trying to serve her husband, but Stephanie must not have gotten it. She loosened her thigh-grip and dropped to the ground, barely getting her feet under her in time.
“Chill, girl. It’s a present for your man,” Dez said, handing back her phone.
Stephanie snatched her phone back and confirmed it. Dez had indeed texted a photo of her tits to Andy. Her stomach clenched. Andy had said he wanted this, but did he really? She braced herself for an upset text reply, telling her to stop. Her heart was pounding and her pussy warm and damp, but she would stop if Andy demanded it. Stephanie waited an agonizing minute for his reply. It was one word: Wow!
“Well?”
Stephanie’s smile crooked to the left. “I think he likes it.”
“Keep your phone handy then. Take out my dick, baby.”
“What? Here?”
“Right here. There’s no one around, and I know you’re dying to see it.”
Dez stared at her, daring Stephanie to refuse him. He could see she wasn’t used to being talked to like this. Stephanie was a strong woman, but he sensed she wanted a man to take control. He could only guess her husband wasn’t very dominant in the bedroom. Women like Stephanie were catnip to Dez. She opened her mouth for a snarky response, but instead she tucked her phone into her hip pocket and pulled on his belt. She pulled open his khaki Dickies pants to find silky boxer-briefs distorted by a sizable bulge. He loved the way she stared at it. This was the moment of truth.
“Come on, girl,” he urged when she paused.
Stephanie didn’t know what had gotten to her, but she was paralyzed. Touching his cock was such a forbidden act. It was another line crossed, and as much as she wanted to, Stephanie felt decades of morals welling up to stop her. It didn’t matter that she had her husband’s permission, she was breaking her wedding vows. It was a silly argument—making out with Dez and letting him make her come had already taken her across that line—but she was frozen in her tracks.
Dez pushed his pants and his underwear down. His thick, dark snake sprang out, slapping her motionless hand. Stephanie jumped. He mentally willed her to grab his dick. The game made it all worthwhile, but he really needed his dick sucked.
“Do it,” he ordered, an edge in his voice.
Meekly, Stephanie did as she was told. She wrapped her hand around his shaft but couldn’t close it. Dez had a medium complexion, but his cock looked almost charcoal black. Maybe it was the contrast with her small, pale hand. The tool was hot and hard as steel. Andy didn’t usually get that hard anymore—not unless they were discussing her activities with Dez. Dez was also devoid of hair down there. Stephanie liked him smooth-shaved down there, and thought it was only fair, since so many guys seemed to want their women like that. She squeezed, and Dez groaned.
“That’s it, baby, you can play with it,” Dez sighed.
Stephanie slowly pumped it with her hand, staring as a droplet formed at the flared head. She was in awe, and a little scared. Dez was a good bit bigger than Andy, the only man who’d ever been inside her, and she’d read enough columns in Cosmo to know that a big guy could hurt her if he didn’t know what he was doing. Dez was confidently smiling down at her. He seemed like a guy who knew what he was doing, but still… Without thinking, Stephanie added her other hand. Both hands didn’t even cover the length of his hard shaft, and it seemed like he was still growing as she played with him. She compared Dez to her vibrator—which was bigger than Andy—and Dez was bigger still. By the time she usually pushed the toy inside her, Stephanie was so worked up that it didn’t hurt. She loved the way it filled her. Dez would fill her so much more, and she shivered when she thought about that. Stephanie realized her cunt was soaking wet as she got acquainted with Dez’s tool.
“Gimme your phone again. He’s not gonna wanna miss this.” Dez held out his hand. Stephanie reluctantly took a hand from his prick to get her phone and brought it right back. She didn’t look at her phone. All her attention was focused on Dez.
The intense way she stared at him almost made Dez prematurely bust his nut. Stephanie knew her way around a handjob, making him wonder how many cocks she’d handled in her life. She claimed she wasn’t very experienced, but that didn’t show. Stephanie used the precum dripping from his head to lubricate her hands. Dez clicked away with her phone as she handled him. He wanted to send photos to her husband in real time. He was all about showing these husbands how much their wives loved his big, black dick. Stephanie seemed like she never wanted to let it go. Her husband’s head would explode when he saw these pictures. She focused on his head, and Dez groaned through gritted teeth.
Stephanie was vaguely aware of the camera on her phone clicking, but she ignored it. Dez applied light pressure to her shoulder and Stephanie glanced up at him and saw him nod at her meaningfully. She resisted at first, but then she slowly sank to her knees. She looked past him, worried they weren’t nearly far enough off the trail to remain undiscovered. Dez was a risk taker, but Stephanie had more to lose. It didn’t stop her, though. She looked up to him from her knees and smiled.
“Is this to make up for Friday?” She smirked.
“If you want. That feels fucking good, baby, but I bet your mouth would feel better.”
“So now I’m the kind of woman who gives blowjobs in the woods? I’m not some nineteen-year-old kid.”
“That makes it so much hotter. Come on, baby. You gonna tell me you’re not curious?”
“I never said that. This is all just so weird.”
“Relax and go with it, Steph.”
Stephanie leaned in and kissed the head, tasting his salty precum. She swabbed him, getting it all, and softly sucked the head. Dez grunted, boosting her confidence. Am I really doing this? she thought. Blowing Dez in his truck, or at his place, would have been enough of a leap, but this was so dangerous. The danger was like a shot of adrenaline. She realized a little part of her loved being scared like this.
Her hands kept working his shaft while she struggled to take more of him in her mouth. Her lips stretched taut around his girth, and her mouth was open as wide as it could go. She tried working him with her tongue—the way Andy liked it—but it was difficult with such a mouthful. All Stephanie could really do was suck and try to take more. It looked like she’d hardly taken anything at all, but her hands kept working his shaft.
Dez had a lot of trouble keeping the phone still as he shot a video of the sexy MILF on her knees, her mouth full of his cock. Stephanie was so pretty, so sweet. It looked unnatural for her to be sucking his cock, and that’s why Dez loved it. He knew her husband would love it even more—unless he freaked out. Seeing how cock-hungry his wife was could make the man lose it. Stephanie sucked him hard, trying to stuff more and more cock into her mouth. Dez felt himself reach the back of her throat, and she eased off, gagging. He shivered, wanting to fuck her mouth and finish.
“Yeah, that’s real nice, baby. Suck that thing, show your man how much you want it. Feels so fucking good,” Dez moaned.
If her face wasn’t already so red his words would have turned her crimson. The words made her feel dirty, like the slutty wife she was, and that made her heart race. Stephanie had never known being so bad would feel so good.
“Fuck, girl, you gonna make me come!”
Stephanie wanted to give him a sharp comeback, but her mouth was busy. She wanted him to come. Her jaw started to hurt from the strain, and her hands were getting tired. Spit dripped from her lips. It was embarrassing to be so messy, but she kept sucking. She was tempted to do something else with that fantastic erection. Her cunt was dying for attention, but she was not going to fuck Dez here in the woods—or fuck him in general until she’d talked to Andy again. As badly as she wanted Dez, Stephanie still wasn’t going to give in to a fit of passion and just do it. She was too rational for that.
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