Stephanie’s Hotwife Seduction

by Kirsten McCurran

  “So, it’ll just be the three of us,” Dez interjected. “It’s cool with me. I like having the girls to myself.”

  “I guess he’s really okay with you being out with Dez, just the two of you?” Stephanie asked.

  “He’s really warmed to it,” Charlotte replied. “I think he’s seen that I get crazier without him there, so he likes what he sees on FaceTime.”

  Dez laughed. “I didn’t think you could get any crazier, baby.”

  “Is that a challenge?” Charlotte asked, eyes sparkling. She turned to Stephanie. “What does your husband like?”

  “I don’t think he knows yet. This is very new for us, and we’re still unsure how this will all work.”

  “That’s a fun time, but make sure you two are on the same page. You don’t want to get blamed for doing something you didn’t know you weren’t supposed to do,” Charlotte said.

  “Do you guys fight about it?” Stephanie asked.

  “We’ve had a couple misunderstandings. I guess it’s inevitable with something as fraught as this, but we worked it out. Neither of us wanted to stop, especially Isaac.”

  “He’s that into it?”

  Charlotte smiled. “Sometimes I think it’s what gets him up in the mornings these days.”

  “Ladies, why are we talking about conflict? We’re out tonight to have a good time,” Dez insisted. He did want Charlotte to school Stephanie, but he wanted tonight to be fun. All this talk of husbands and limits wasn’t his idea of a good time.

  The cocktail waitress picked an opportune time to swing by again. Charlotte ordered a magnum of champagne for the group, shocking Stephanie. Bottle service at a club like this must take a small fortune, she knew. The waitress brought the bottle and three flutes, filling them and handing them out. Dez proposed a toast.

  “To sexy wives, and the husbands who let them out to play!”

  “Cheers,” Charlotte concurred.

  “Cheers,” Stephanie echoed.

  Stephanie had a thousand questions for Charlotte, but she didn’t want to be a pest. She warmed to the woman, even though she couldn’t help the jealousy she felt when Charlotte pressed her chest against Dez and kissed him. The third time it happened, Stephanie was two-and-half glasses into the champagne, and when Charlotte finished, she pulled Dez to her and kissed him too. Tipsy from the bubbly booze, she made a show of it, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and practically climbing onto his lap. She ended the kiss excited and flushed down to her chest, and rather pleased with herself. Charlotte didn’t look jealous of the kiss. She was even smiling.

  “I think it’s time we danced,” Charlotte announced.

  They drained their champagne and Charlotte pulled Stephanie out of the booth, leading her downstairs by the hand. Dez followed. The view from behind the girls was nice. He felt like the luckiest guy in the club. He was glad Charlotte had ordered the champagne. It was already loosening Stephanie up. He could still taste her lips on his. The threesome found a space on the dance floor, and at first Dez hung back. The girls went right to dancing together, and grinding on each other, and Dez was happy to take it all in. He imagined them doing it later in the hotel room with no clothes on.

  The music was loud, and Stephanie felt it thumping through her diaphragm. Tipsy from the champagne, she wasn’t so uptight about the age of the crowd anymore. She was ready to have fun with Charlotte and let loose.

  It reminded Stephanie of her younger days, going dancing with her girlfriends and trying to create a scene on the dance floor. It was fun to make the guys around them crazy. She and Charlotte bumped-and-grinded together, sensuously moving their bodies to the beat. Dez joined in, wrapping his arms around both girls. He stood between them, and his women did the bump-and-grind on him. Stephanie was heated, and it wasn’t just from the champagne or the dancing. Dez knew how to move those hips, giving her a preview of how he’d be in the bedroom. His hand was locked on her ass as she rubbed against his side. Charlotte worked his other side, and the women’s hands intertwined on his broad chest. Stephanie could only imagine what a spectacle they were—two middle-aged women throwing themselves at their younger black lover. It was a good thing there was no chance she would see anyone she knew in this club.

  They took a break, and Stephanie clung to Dez as they ascended the spiral staircase and returned to their booth. He could tell she was in over her head, but he wasn’t about to encourage her to slow down. This was the fun party girl he’d hoped would come out in the married woman. Stephanie dropped into the booth and drained half a flute of champagne like it was water. Her flush deepened. Dez anticipated her dress coming off later.

  The champagne gave Stephanie a heady rush, intensifying the excitement she’d felt on the dance floor. Stephanie couldn’t remember the last time she’d had so much fun or felt so sexy. Being out there on the dance floor with Dez and Charlotte—throwing caution to the wind—felt amazing. If she and Dez were alone Stephanie would have gone back to his place with him in a heartbeat—she had no doubt. The consequences weren’t even in her brain. As much as she’d warmed to Charlotte, she still wished the other woman wasn’t there.

  Stephanie looked up from studying her glass to find Charlotte and Dez in a full-blown make-out session. Charlotte was all over him, and Dez had his hand around her hip, pulling her to him. What had been a spark of jealousy turned into a brushfire, and Stephanie did not want to be ignored. She turned and massaged his muscular bicep. She kissed his arm through his shirt, and got up on her knees on the booth, raising herself high enough that she could brush aside his braids and kiss his neck.

  Dez let go of Charlotte and reached back, resting his hand on Stephanie’s butt. The petite brunette did not disappoint. Her competitive fires were stoked. Dez wanted to see how far he could push this. He tore his lips from Charlotte’s, and the threesome stared at each other for a moment. Dez pulled Stephanie in by her ass and kissed her. She gasped from the force of his attention and melted into him. The kiss was as brief as it was intense. Dez pulled back, eyes darting from Stephanie to Charlotte, hoping the girls would take the hint. His cock felt like it was going to burst through his pants.

  Stephanie knew what he wanted and almost laughed. Men were so predictable. Girls weren’t really her thing, but she was willing to play along if it got Dez all hot and bothered. She leaned over the man in the middle and pulled Charlotte to her. The blonde didn’t look reluctant at all. She looked eager, and kissed Stephanie with an intensity that shocked her. Charlotte kissed her like she wanted her, and even though she’d never really given being with another woman any real thought—besides occasionally teasing her husband—Stephanie found herself submitting to the kiss. Charlotte’s lips were soft and smooth, her tongue warm and slick, and Stephanie thought she might be an even better kisser than Dez. Stephanie still heard the noise of the club around them, and felt Dez’s bulk between them, but for a moment everything dropped away, and she fully gave herself to the kiss she shared with Charlotte. Dez’s warm hand caressing her back fed her energy, and it was like the three of them were connected.

  Breathless, Stephanie slipped back into her seat in the booth feeling dazed. Her lips were hot, and she couldn’t stop smiling. She thought Andy would kick himself for staying home when he learned how the night was going. But the real question was, where was the night going, and Stephanie was a little scared by what she felt. Her pussy throbbed, and she thought she might be up for anything. She grabbed her champagne flute and downed the rest of its contents. She needed a breather.

  “It’s time to dance again,” Stephanie announced.

  Charlotte, who was rubbing against Dez like a cat in heat, agreed, “Sounds great. Let’s do it.”

  “I’ll catch up with you guys,” Dez demurred.

  Dez needed a moment to himself. He couldn’t stand up in public after being in the middle of these beautiful wives making out with each other. He knew Charlotte was bi, but he’d only expected Stephanie to make a show of it for him. To see her getti
ng so swept away was incredible. Stephanie was a player. Dez felt like she had years of latent adventurousness trapped inside her, and he was ready to unleash it all. Dez wondered if even he would be enough to satisfy her once she got rolling. Once his cock dropped to a manageable level, Dez went off to take care of some business.

  Stephanie was disappointed Dez wasn’t joining them, but that didn’t slow her down. She and Charlotte hit the dance floor with a vengeance. Their sexy moves, and the intimate way they moved against each other, drew attention. Several men tried to join them, but the women didn’t need a man to have fun just then. Gyrating against Charlotte, Stephanie was sure the blonde was ready to move in for another kiss, but Charlotte was just teasing her.

  Two guys, they looked like all-American college kids book-ended the women and Charlotte decided to play. She turned to the big, dark-haired boy behind her, draping her arms over his shoulders. A pair of hands on her hips had turned Stephanie around and she went with it. She looked up into the deepest blue eyes she’d ever seen on a boy. His chiseled jaw was impossibly strong. At first Stephanie just felt silly being in the arms of such a young man, but she couldn’t help falling for someone so ridiculously handsome and she pressed against him, her hands sliding under his arms to feel his broad back.

  They didn’t try to talk over the music, which was fine with Stephanie. It was better that way. Speaking might break the illusion. She rubbed herself all over his granite body and bit her lower lip to suppress a moan. Drunk and horny, Stephanie thought of all the fun things she could do with a body like this. She’d never been with such a hunk—Dez would be her first—so maybe she should practice on this boy to make sure she was ready for Dez. She wasn’t even thinking about her husband or whether the permission he’d extended covered anyone other than Dez. She wasn’t thinking at all.

  The guy moved his hands from her narrow waist to her ass. He had to bend low to do it, and their faces were inches apart. He kneaded her tight ass, and Stephanie grinded into the bulge in his expensive jeans. She felt a shiver of fear when he started inching up her leather skirt, but she didn’t stop him. Moving to the beat, Stephanie was on autopilot. She was ready to go for it. She kissed the handsome stranger. He was caught by surprise, but he rolled with it. He wasn’t Dez, or Charlotte, or Andy, but the kid’s skill didn’t matter. Making out with a strange boy on a dance floor was hot enough. She might have even let him lift her skirt, if Charlotte hadn’t intervened.

  Charlotte pressed behind Stephanie, moving the boy’s hands, and holding her hips. She kissed Stephanie’s neck, sending her into the stratosphere. Charlotte pushed the boy back and grabbed Stephanie’s hand, waving it in the air—waving her own hand at the same time.

  “Naughty boy,” Charlotte shouted over the music. “Can’t you see we’re married women!”

  “I don’t care,” the guy shouted.

  “But her husband will.”

  Charlotte dragged Stephanie away, both women giggling. Stephanie was elated, and she turned and hugged Charlotte, giving her a peck on the lips.

  “That was fun darling but save it for later. Those boys aren’t worth your time.”

  Dez watched his women returning to him. Charlotte had the now-familiar look. She was ready to get out of here and get going and Dez was right with her. The surprise was Stephanie. The brunette wife looked just as badly in need of a good fucking, making Dez wonder what he’d missed on the dance floor. But he would get the truth out of Charlotte later. It was time to press Stephanie.

  Stephanie slid in and hugged him. “Why didn’t you come down and join us?” she asked.

  “I needed to take care of something. It’s cool, baby. I knew you were coming back.” He squeezed her.

  “I don’t know. A couple guys almost stole us away.”

  Charlotte moved in on his other side. “A couple boys tried, but they had no chance. I prefer men.”

  “Yeah. How about you, Steph? You like men or boys?” Dez asked.

  “Oh, I need a man.”

  “Show me, baby.”

  Dez kissed her and Stephanie gave herself to him. She’d kissed three different people tonight, but Dez was the only who made her feel like he owned her when they kissed. Charlotte’s kiss was sexy and sultry—and she liked it—but it wasn’t the same. Engrossed in the kiss, Stephanie didn’t feel Dez slipping his hand under her skirt until he was touching her drenched panties. She shuddered and collapsed against Dez when he rubbed her mound.

  “Yeah, you need a man, baby. I think it’s time to get out of here,” he said.

  “Sounds perfect,” Charlotte agreed.

  “I’m not ready to go home,” Stephanie protested. She looked around the club and was relieved no one seemed to have noticed Dez molesting her. Almost no one, anyway. Charlotte watched with an approving smile. How did Dez get her to do such crazy things?

  “It’s not time to go home. You’re gonna come with us to the hotel,” Dez said.

  Dez was confident that this time Stephanie wouldn’t turn him down. She was just as wet as that night he’d made her come in the parking lot outside the bar. She couldn’t resist him then and she wouldn’t now. He saw the conflict on her face as she tried to decide and made decision more tempting by peeling her thong aside and grazing her clit with his fingers. Her velvety cunt felt good on his fingers. It would feel better on his cock. Her body jerked, and she moaned, when he rubbed her clit.

  Stephanie couldn’t think of anything she wanted more, especially with Dez playing with her clit. She couldn’t think straight. She was supposed to go home to her husband. Stephanie knew she should follow the plan. She didn’t want Andy to be angry. She was supposed to go home, and Dez and Charlotte were supposed to go off together. Stephanie didn’t want to be a third wheel, but she suspected that wasn’t what Dez had in mind. It was difficult to think clearly through the champagne and lust, but she reminded herself, You’re not supposed to fuck him tonight.

  “I don’t want to intrude,” Stephanie told Charlotte.

  “You won’t be intruding at all, darling. I think it’s a great chance for you to see what you’re in for. You should definitely come with us.”

  Stephanie wasn’t as conflicted as she thought she should be, and that was the problem. She felt guilty, but she was more than ready to go with the couple to their hotel room. Stephanie jumped through mental hoops trying to justify doing what she wanted. Dez flicked her clit with the tip of his thumb. Stephanie barely stifled a scream. Her mind was made up.

  “Okay,” she panted. “Just let me check in with Andy.” Stephanie dug her phone out of her tiny purse. It was difficult to text with Dez playing with her cunt.

  [Stephanie] I’m going to be later than I thought. Is that ok?

  Andy’s reply came quickly, he was obviously waiting for her by his phone. Stephanie felt guilty.

  [Andy] guess you’re having fun. It’s not a problem.

  [Stephanie] ur the best. Love u

  [Andy] care to share?

  [Stephanie] they want me to go with them and watch

  [Andy] dam steph! Jealous! Just to watch?

  [Stephanie] I promise I’ll be good. Mostly

  [Andy] don’t be too good. I want pictures

  [Stephanie] I’ll see what I can do. Gotta go. Luv u

  Stephanie put her phone away and asked the others, “Ready?”

  “When you are, girl,” Dez replied, relieved. He was going to be pissed if Stephanie’s husband ordered her home. Andy must have known what was going to happen if his wife went with Dez and Charlotte, and he let Stephanie go anyway.

  “I can’t wait,” Charlotte said.

  Neither could Dez. He was going to enjoy his willing wives.

  Twelve

  Dez took the keycard from Charlotte and unlocked the door, ushering the ladies into the hotel room, Stephanie first, followed by Charlotte. He loved this part of it best—the anticipation of what was to come. He generally knew what to expect with Charlotte—although the blonde usually h
ad some surprises in her—but he was about to find out what made Stephanie tick. He was going to learn her body and discover how to make her scream. There was always the chance of disappointment, some of the hotwives he’d been with did not live up to their own hype, but he knew Stephanie would not disappoint. The only question in his mind was, how crazy would things get?

  Stephanie couldn’t stand still. Every nerve tingled with anticipation. She kept reminding herself, You’re not going to fuck Dez. You’re not going to fuck Dez. Charlotte’s hands appearing on her shoulders made her jump, and Stephanie realized her hesitancy had made her stop, blocking the short hallway. She allowed Charlotte to steer her into the room.

  The luxurious room was gorgeous, far nicer than anyplace Stephanie had ever stayed in with her husband. The sitting area to the right—with a full-sized couch—was all by itself almost the size of the rooms they typically stayed in if they were alone. The carpet was a fancy white trellis pattern against a blue background, while the walls were papered in a subtle beige pattern and hung with abstract modern art. Beyond the sitting area was a king-sized bed with a leather-padded bench at the foot. Staring at the bed struck fear into her heart. Stephanie took a deep breath and willed it away, a task made easier by the champagne she’d guzzled back at the club. Oddly, she felt like a hooker, arriving in a fancy hotel room with a man who wasn’t her husband.

  That feeling had begun creeping in during the UberBlack ride over from the club. Dez had sat between the women and alternated making out with each of them. Stephanie had felt special when Dez was focused on her, but then she heard sucking sounds and glanced down to see Charlotte going down on him. Stephanie was shocked and excited. She stared at Charlotte’s bobbing blonde head until Dez pulled her in for another kiss. Stephanie wasn’t the only one staring. She looked forward and caught the driver watching all the action in the rearview mirror. She didn’t blame him, although she’d felt self-conscious making out with Dez while a strange man watched.