Stephanie’s Hotwife Seduction

by Kirsten McCurran

  “That’s it…that’s it…fuck girl…get ready…”

  Dez felt her finally relax, and his head slipped past the back of her throat. That was all it took. He spurted down her throat, and Stephanie choked, tears in her eyes. She pulled him out of her mouth as she coughed. Dez wasn’t finished, but he had no time to warn the pretty wife. He shot his cum across her lips and chin. It dripped onto the leaves covering the ground. Stephanie never stopped pumping his cock, and Dez groaned, only relaxing when his orgasm fully passed. She sat back on her heels and wiped her face with the back of her hand. Fuck, that’s hot, he thought. Dez stopped recording with her phone.

  Stephanie knew how she looked. She could see that Dez liked seeing her on her knees, dripping with his cum. It made her feel good. Would Andy feel the same? Luckily, she had wipes in the car and could clean up. A mother was always prepared.

  “Damn, that was nice, Steph,” Dez said, tucking his snake back in his pants.

  “You approve?” she said, laughing. “I guess I’ve had a long time to get good at it.”

  “It’s a shame, wasting that on just one man.”

  “Giving my husband blowjobs is never a waste of time, pal. I always get the proper appreciation.”

  Dez took her hand and helped raise Stephanie to her feet. He pulled her close, his hands on her ass. She felt his body’s heat and wanted him—badly. She had to push herself away.

  “Let me take care of you, baby.” Dez wanted to peel off her jeans and lick her pussy. She’d tasted so sweet the other night.

  If she’d been wearing a dress—like the other night—maybe. But Stephanie wasn’t going to undress in the park. She would have to suck it up and deal. Andy wasn’t going to know what hit him. Stephanie took her phone back from Dez.

  “Not today, babe,” she replied, caressing his face. “We need to get back, anyway.”

  “I don’t like leaving a woman unsatisfied. Hurts my pride.”

  “You’ll have to get over it today. Walk me back to my car.”

  Stephanie took his hand and pulled Dez back to the path leading to the parking lot. As they walked, Stephanie realized just how horny playing with Dez had left her. Her panties were uncomfortably soaked, and her pussy ached to be touched. She was pleased with herself for her restraint, but it was going to be a long afternoon and evening waiting to be alone with Andy. At least she knew her husband would be as ready as she was.

  “I’ve got an idea that might help you along, Steph,” Dez said, as they walked.

  “I’m open to suggestions.”

  “What are you doing Saturday night?”

  Stephanie laughed. “I have three young kids and a husband. I’ll be home.”

  “You should come out. I have plans with Charlotte.”

  “Then it sounds like you’re already busy.”

  “I think it would help if you talked to Charlotte and got her perspective on things. This all might seem less scary if you talked to her. You could meet us for drinks, y’know, before…”

  “She’s okay with this?”

  “I talked to her. She’s cool. Isaac will be there if he’s back from his business trip. You should bring Andy too, if you can get a babysitter.”

  Dez hadn’t asked Charlotte, but he knew she would be fine with it. More than fine. Fucking a black man was just one of the things on her list. Charlotte had told him that her husband would love to see her with another woman. Dez couldn’t promise the blonde it would happen, but he knew Stephanie wouldn’t disappoint. If Stephanie met them at the club, the fun wouldn’t end there. He didn’t think even Stephanie knew how far she could go.

  “I doubt that’ll happen on such short notice, but I can try. This could be a good idea.”

  Stephanie wasn’t so sure, but she wanted to put up a brave front. She didn’t know that she needed to meet any of the other women Dez was screwing. She had a jealous streak, and even though she had no right to be possessive of Dez, she still felt competitive with Charlotte. However, it would be instructive to find out how Charlotte managed all this, both mentally and practically. It would be great if Isaac was there too; he would surely have some tips for Andy—if Andy was willing to talk to him about it. Stephanie didn’t know if Andy would be willing to out himself like this, but she would ask.

  Dez smiled. “Great. It’s set.”

  “I’ll let you know. Nothing is set that easily in my life.”

  They reached the parking lot and shared an embrace and a kiss. Dez was sorely tempted to get her into his truck. She had to be horny as hell. Stephanie would let him lick her pussy if they weren’t out in the open. But Dez played it cool. The rewards would be greater if he was patient. He left Stephanie in the parking lot and headed back to work.

  Stephanie felt a pang as she sat in her RAV4 and watched him depart. It would have been too easy to pull him into her car to fool around. She opened her phone and thumbed through the photos Dez had taken. Even as he recorded the video, he had snapped stills of her sucking his cock. Stephanie felt a burning in the pit of her stomach looking at the pictures. These would blow Andy’s mind, but they’d also be a kick in the gut.

  She played the video back and her hand trembled as she held her phone. She looked so deliciously slutty, on her knees in the woods, her mouth full of black cock. Dez’s darkness made it so obvious it wasn’t her husband’s prick in her mouth. Stephanie locked in on the wedding ring on her finger as she stroked that big cock. It was so, so wrong, and Stephanie’s face burned as she watched the video. But it was also impossibly hot, and Stephanie couldn’t help herself. She unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her legs—along with her soaked panties—so she could touch herself. She could not wait to show this to her husband.

  Stephanie sent along a few of the pictures to Andy, then went back to watching the video. Her clit burned to be touched, and Stephanie rubbed it rapidly, two fingers flying back and forth. Her heated breath fogged the windows of the compact SUV. She heard herself slurping on Dez’s cock, and his words of encouragement. Texts beeped in from her husband, but Stephanie couldn’t stop watching the video. Her moans grew louder and louder, until they ended in a keening cry and Stephanie clenched her thighs together, a powerful climax rocking her from head to toe. Stephanie sagged forward, resting her head on the steering wheel.

  “Oh fuck,” she sighed to herself.

  Jeans pulled up, fingers and face cleaned with handy-wipes, Stephanie turned to the texts from Andy.

  [Andy] holy shit steph! You went for it

  [Andy] he’s so fucking big! Jesus hon

  [Andy] you look so hot. Oh my god!

  [Andy] are you doing it now?

  [Andy] shit steph…that look on your face

  [Andy] did he finish?

  [Andy] ?

  Stephanie sighed deeply and replied.

  [Stephanie] it’s done. I’m alone. Of course he finished! I know what I’m doing!

  [Andy] yeah. Lucky fuck

  [Stephanie] he came in my mouth…swallowed most of it

  [Andy] shit steph. Where were u?

  [Stephanie] a park. Don’t worry no one saw us

  [Andy] u went on your knees right in the woods

  [Stephanie] too slutty?

  [Andy] didn’t say that. just surprised

  [Stephanie] good surprised or bad surprised?

  [Andy] good

  [Andy] I think. I’m reeling steph. And hard as fuck

  [Stephanie] you’ll have to show me later how much you liked it

  [Andy] count on it

  [Stephanie] there’s video. Do u want to see it?

  Andy didn’t answer right away, and Stephanie held her breath. He said he was excited, but she could tell Andy was knocked back on his heels by the pictures. Fantasizing was one thing—even hearing about her hooking up with Dez was still just mental. Seeing pictures of her with Dez in her mouth was very real. She wouldn’t blame Andy if he couldn’t handle it.

  [Andy] later. Not at work.

  [Steph
anie] ok. Love u

  [Andy] love you

  Eleven

  “Have fun tonight,” Andy told his wife. “But not too much fun.”

  “You too,” Stephanie replied, leaning across the kitchen island to kiss her husband. She’d just said goodnight to the kids, who were already in bed, and she glowed when her son told her how pretty she looked.

  “I have an exciting night ahead of me. I’m going to finish cleaning up the kitchen and watch some college football.”

  “You’re tempting me to change my mind and cancel my plans.”

  Andy laughed. “No, I’m not.”

  “A little.”

  Stephanie was tempted to stay home. They’d had a great family night, eating fish sticks and watching a Disney movie. These were the nights that made putting up with all the bullshit worthwhile. Stephanie had been able to spend the evening with the family because the cool people didn’t go out until late. When she’d missed putting the kids to bed on her last night out with Dez, she’d had to fight a bout of maternal guilt. Tonight, she was experiencing a weird cognitive dissonance from going out to meet her lover after a normal domestic night of being a wife and mother.

  “I’m sure you’re going to have more fun than I am,” Andy said.

  “It’s just going to be drinks and dancing. They’ll go their way at the end of the night, and I’ll go mine.”

  “Okay.”

  “I mean it,” she insisted. “Charlotte’s going to be there tonight. Nothing’s going to happen between me and Dez.”

  “If something does, remember to get me souvenirs.”

  “Of course, dear.”

  Andy didn’t believe nothing would happen. He didn’t think Dez would invite Stephanie out without a plan to get her clothes off. Andy didn’t mind, even if the possibility had his gut tied in knots. If Stephanie came home with a hot story and sexy photos—or even better, video—it would be worth enduring the torture of a night of anticipation. Andy’s prick twitched as he stood there thinking about it.

  When the first photos had come through on his phone, Andy rushed to the men’s room, afraid he was going to be sick. He’d never felt such a sensation. If he thought hearing about his wife with Dez was intense, seeing those pictures of Dez’s big, dark cock in her mouth turned Andy’s world on its ear. He didn’t throw up when he reached the bathroom, but he had a hard-on he couldn’t force down. Andy almost beat off in the men’s room, but he wasn’t willing to sink that low. He was glad he’d delayed on the video. He wouldn’t have been able to deal with that at work.

  They watched the video together that night. Andy’s eyes were opened to what they were really getting themselves into. In his mind he had seen his wife as this sweet suburban mom being seduced by Dez, but he saw the reality was quite different. Stephanie didn’t need any seducing. She went right for it, like she’d been starving for it all this time. Andy questioned the wisdom of allowing Stephanie to continue doing this when he saw how eagerly she’d sucked Dez’s cock. Every insecurity he’d ever had about her lack of experience came shooting to the forefront. If he didn’t know his wife so well, he might have thought she’d been biding her time for this. All of those fears and insecurities were washed away by an overwhelming rush of desire. Andy came quickly that night, almost as soon as Stephanie touched him, but the second time he’d stayed hard long enough for them to make love wildly. The video had the same effect on Stephanie, and she climaxed as fast as he did—to Andy’s great relief.

  “I’d better get going, or I’m going to be late,” Stephanie said.

  “You don’t want them to start without you,” Andy joked.

  “Haha.”

  Stephanie came around the island and embraced her husband tightly. She reminded herself that Andy could have come along if he’d wanted, so she needn’t feel guilty. He held her at arm’s length and looked her over. He looked torn between lust and regret, and it pulled at her heartstrings.

  “I won’t be home late.”

  “I won’t hold you to that. When Dez gets a load of you, he’s not going to want to let you go.”

  “You’re forgetting about Charlotte.”

  “I think he will, too.”

  Andy was proud of how hot his wife looked—even if all that effort was for another man. He hadn’t seen her in that little black leather skirt in years, but it still looked as hot as he remembered. The top was new, and if it was expensive, it was worth every penny. It was crushed velvet in a dark plum color, and tight as a second skin. The low-cut neckline had a lace through it, and the shoulders were cut-out. The lace’s silver tips matched the loose chain belt at her waist. Stephanie told him the cold shoulder look was all the rage. Black suede boots added at least three inches to her height and came up over her knees. Andy thought she’d probably come home with those knees scuffed. Stephanie looked ready for a night of fun.

  “Right. He’ll pick me over the bombshell blonde.” Stephanie rolled her eyes.

  “I would.”

  “You have to.”

  They kissed, and Andy saw her to the door. He watched her pull away and regretted staying home, but just for a moment. If Isaac was really going to be there tonight, it might have helped to talk to him, but he just wasn’t sure he was ready to see Stephanie palling around with Dez—not in the flesh, and he didn’t want to be a drag on the evening. Andy went back into the den to see what the kids were up to.

  Stephanie felt out of place in the swanky nightclub. She and Andy never went to places like this. Even before the kids, they’d had simpler tastes, preferring a local bar with a good band to a dance club with thumping music, flashing lights and expensive drinks. Stephanie loved to dance, but Andy wasn’t much of a dancer. The club floor was sunken, several steps down from the entrance. It looked like it was all dance floor except for the bar area at the back, but she couldn’t see into the shadows at the sides, underneath the mezzanine. The mezzanine ringed the room on three sides and was bordered with intricate wrought-iron railings. The building’s first life had been as a mercantile trading space through most of the twentieth century. A DJ, on a high riser, lorded over the proceedings, doling out thumping, frantic beats—at least that’s how it sounded to Stephanie.

  The club was packed, and she had no idea how to locate Dez, so she texted him. He replied, telling her to come upstairs. Most of the crowd was at least ten years younger, Stephanie wryly noted as she pushed through it. She liked to think that her teased hair and makeup shaved a few years off her look. A few guys grabbed at her, trying to draw her into their dancing, but Stephanie kept pushing through until she came to the open spiral staircase leading to the mezzanine. To her relief, the music was quieter upstairs.

  The mezzanine was just as crowded as the downstairs, with high-top tables near the railing and booths along the wall. She followed Dez’s directions and found him sitting with Charlotte in a calmer area along the left side. Jealousy stabbed at her the moment she saw the woman. Charlotte’s blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves, and her makeup looked like she was ready for a photoshoot. Charlotte’s red bodycon dress looked like she had been sewn into it. She couldn’t possibly be wearing anything under it, and Stephanie wondered how she could even breathe in that dress. Stephanie wouldn’t have the confidence to wear a dress like that if she spent a week in the gym, even if she could probably pull it off. She was so knocked back by Charlotte’s appearance that she hardly noticed Dez standing to greet her.

  “Hey, baby, there you are. Charlotte, do you remember Steph?”

  The blonde stood and came around the little table. She was such the stereotypical icy blonde that Stephanie expected her to be standoffish, but Charlotte pulled her right into a hug. Those tits have got to be fake, Stephanie thought, as she was crushed against them. She felt Charlotte’s bare back in the embrace, and knew it had to be true. Charlotte couldn’t possibly be wearing a bra with that backless dress, and there was no other way her breasts could be defying gravity like that—not at her age. Charlo
tte was probably in her mid-to-late forties.

  “Sort of. I was distracted that night. Wonderful to see you again,” Charlotte said, flashing a dazzling smile. “Please call me Charley, darling.”

  “Nice to meet you—again—Charley.”

  “Sit, please,” Charlotte said.

  Dez watched the women greeting each other and was pleased by the waves of jealousy he felt coming from Stephanie. His co-worker wasn’t as worldly as Charlotte, so he did not expect her to be as open about these things. Stephanie’s jealousy proved that she wanted him, and that she didn’t want to have to compete for him. She didn’t, but it would be fun to see if she upped her game. Dez wasn’t above having two women fight over him.

  The threesome sat in the white leather-upholstered booth, and Charlotte snuggled right into his side, while Stephanie sat on his other side, keeping some distance. Dez did not approve, so he pulled her closer. He felt like a king with a beautiful woman on either side of him. Dez had been playing the Bull for a few years now, but two hotwives at once was a first for him.

  “This place is pretty wild,” Stephanie commented.

  “I love to dance, and it’s not really Isaac’s thing, so it’s good I have Dez,” Charlotte said. The music was low enough up on the mezzanine that they could carry on a conversation.

  “Is he not joining us tonight?” Stephanie asked.

  “His plane is getting in late. He could have come along, but he’ll be jet lagged. He’s coming in from Singapore.”

  “Really? Wow,” Stephanie said.

  “Isaac imports trinkets from Asia. It’s cheap stuff, but you’d be surprised how it adds up.”