Stephanie’s Hotwife Seduction

by Kirsten McCurran

  “Here we are ladies,” Dez announced.

  “It’s a beautiful room,” Stephanie said. She didn’t know what else to say.

  “Isaac has an executive account with this chain. He usually books suites for us, but we won’t need that much room for just a few hours,” Charlotte explained.

  Stephanie tracked Dez as he went to the desk and cleared the ice bucket and other items off a metal tray. He dug in his pocket, producing a little baggie of white powder, the fruits of his ‘business’ at the club. He poured some of the contents onto the tray and began cutting it with the room’s cardkey.

  Stephanie’s mouth hung open. She wasn’t naïve, she knew people who partied did drugs, and with the way Charlotte and Dez rolled she shouldn’t have been surprised. But she and Andy weren’t party people, and since they’d gotten together so young they’d never gone too crazy in their twenties. Stephanie knew what cocaine was, but she’d never seen it in person. The night had suddenly taken on a real, dangerous edge, and Stephanie felt like she should get out of here. She wasn’t ready for this, but she also didn’t want to seem like a wet blanket. If she ran from the room at the sight of a little coke, would Dez think she was no longer worth his time? She didn’t want this to be the end of the road, so she froze in place, her head filled with logic warring with emotion.

  “I was hoping you’d bring some party powder,” Charlotte approved.

  Stephanie turned at the voice and found the statuesque blonde already nude except for her giant, diamond-studded ring, matching jeweled necklace and bracelets, and spiked heels. Charlotte’s skin was a golden brown from head to toe, unmarred by tan lines. Her mound was utterly smooth, surely a wax job. She had a tiny red heart tattooed next to her pussy, so close it would have been hidden by hair if she’d had any. Charlotte’s nude breasts were beautiful, two perfect globes. Whoever did her implants was an artist, Stephanie thought. Charlotte’s body was flawless, and it looked like it belonged to someone half her age. Stephanie felt she could never compete with that.

  Dez admired Charlotte’s directness. There was no time wasted. His cock swelled at the sight of her perfect, nude body. In her spiked heels she was only a few inches shorter than he was. He also watched Stephanie and registered her shock at the cocaine. He knew drugs were outside of her experience, but she’d been trying a lot of new things tonight, so he hoped the coke would be one of them. He suspected she’d be a lot of fun all coked up. He laid the tray on the bed and turned to find Charlotte right beside him. She kissed Dez and unbuttoned his shirt. No, she wasn’t wasting any time.

  Stephanie watched them, mesmerized. Dez held her hips as they kissed; Stephanie had expected his hands would have been all over her. Charlotte stripped off his shirt, cast it aside and started to work on his pants. Stephanie stood in place. She didn’t know what they expected of her. Charlotte knelt before Dez, pulled off his shoes and finished stripping him. His cock sprang forward and she grabbed it, covering the head in kisses.

  “That’s so good, baby,” Dez cooed, staring down at her with pride. He turned to Stephanie. He had not forgotten about her. “Come on over, girl. Join the party.”

  “I don’t know, maybe I should just hang back and watch,” she replied, unsure of herself.

  “That’s no fun,” Charlotte pouted, smiling up at Stephanie from her kneeling position in front of Dez.

  Stephanie walked over, and it felt like someone else was controlling her body. She was compelled by Dez’s incredible physique. His chest was finely muscled, with sparse hair, like he’d been sculpted from stone. Stephanie had fantasized about his body, but the reality was ridiculous. She touched his chest, staring at him in a trance. She felt like she was in a trance. Charlotte popped up, putting a hand beside Stephanie’s, and another on the woman’s back.

  “Amazing, isn’t he?” Charlotte said. “I love my husband, but I can’t ever get enough of this.”

  Stephanie smiled. “I get it.”

  “You’re going to give me a big head, ladies.”

  “You already have that,” Charlotte replied, tugging on his cock.

  Stephanie was studiously ignoring his cock. That was the only way she was going to control herself.

  “You’re a bit overdressed, darling,” Charlotte said, turning her attention to Stephanie. “we should help you with that.”

  Stephanie was in awe, standing beside two such beautiful, naked people. She couldn’t imagine being so comfortable nude like that, but maybe if she looked like them she would. She wasn’t ready to just throw her clothes off yet. She found her voice.

  “I’m just here to learn, remember? I want to hang back and take it all in.”

  “If that’s what you want, girl, it’s cool. But if you change your mind, feel free to join us,” Dez said. He was disappointed. He thought Stephanie was ready to go, but it appeared she needed more coaxing.

  “I bet we could change your mind, darling,” Charlotte said. She softly kissed Stephanie.

  Stephanie’s mind spun, and her resolve began melting.

  “Why don’t you do a bump and see how you feel?” Charlotte suggested.

  Stephanie wasn’t sure what a bump was, but guessed it had to do with the drugs. She demurred. Stephanie slowly backed away, making her way to a loveseat in the corner, which would give her a perfect view of the bed. “I’m good. I really just need a minute.”

  “Suit yourself,” Charlotte said.

  Charlotte held her long, blonde hair back and snorted the fattest line of cocaine that Dez had laid out on the tray. She theatrically sniffed hard and threw back her head when she was done. She nudged the tray to the side and Dez did a small, thin line. Dez loved how fucking felt on coke, and it had the added benefit of making him hold out forever—he’d need that with two women to satisfy tonight, but he had to be careful. Too much party powder and he’d be left with nothing to work with. But he certainly didn’t have that problem at the moment. He was steely hard. Dez shot Stephanie a quick look to be sure she was watching and kissed Charlotte.

  Stephanie felt her jealousy rearing up again as she watched Dez and Charlotte making out together. She wasn’t ready to jump in, but she didn’t like just being a bystander either. She wanted to be involved. Dez pushed the tray aside, sliding it onto the bench at the end of the bed, and pushed Charlotte onto the bed. She rolled onto her side, pulling Dez closer by his cock. Stephanie could only see Dez’s ass from her seat, but it was a nice view. She’d never seen such a tight, muscular ass on a man. She wanted to grab it for herself. Its flexing muscles looked impressive as he thrust into Charlotte’s mouth. Stephanie heard wet throat noises, and it sounded like Charlotte struggled to handle him. Charlotte’s blonde hair cascaded down the side of the bed when her head hung off to the side. Dez held the back of her head and fucked his cock down into her mouth. Twisting to the side to peer around Dez’s body, Stephanie saw Charlotte’s eyes widen as the blonde strained to take him deep into her throat. Stephanie was impressed. There was no way she could have taken Dez that deep.

  “That’s good, baby, suck it down. Take it nice and deep, baby,” Dez cooed, as he used her mouth.

  Stephanie licked her lips instinctively. She wanted Dez in her mouth too, to see how deep she could take him if she really tried. She wanted to do better than Charlotte. Dez used the mouth for a couple more minutes and let her go. Charlotte coughed and her eyes watered, but she quickly recovered and gazed up at Dez with burning desire. Drool ran down her cheek. She looked over at Stephanie with a wide smile.

  Dez threw back the duvet and sheets and lay on the crisp white bottom sheet with his legs spread. He hoped Stephanie was enjoying the show and would be inspired, but she wasn’t the only audience he needed to serve. Charlotte was there because of her husband, and Isaac had to be included too. He reached for a cellphone on the nightstand, while Charlotte crawled back onto the bed and knelt in the V between his legs. She gripped his shaft and continued giving him head.

  “I think it’s time to give I
saac a call,” Dez said, bringing the husband up on Skype.

  “Hey, man,” came Isaac’s tinny voice from the phone.

  “If you’re looking for your wife, she’s busy at the moment.” Dez smiled, happily taunting the man. He tapped the phone, switching to the camera on the back, and directed it at Charlotte, working between his thighs.

  Dez swept Charlotte’s hair back to give Stephanie, and the phone, a perfect view of the blonde sucking his big piece of meat. Charlotte’s tight, wet mouth felt incredible on him. The brunette wife sitting in the corner was transfixed. Her eyes were wide, and she looked like she wanted to jump right in with Charlotte. Dez knew she wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation much longer.

  Stephanie couldn’t tear her eyes away. His cock looked obscenely large disappearing into Charlotte’s mouth. Charlotte backed off of it before licking up and down the sides, smacking her lips when she kissed the head.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to come over? You’re really missing out. Dez’s cock is amazing,” Charlotte teased. She continued rubbing his head over her wet lips.

  “She knows, baby, she knows,” Dez informed her. “Mmm, that feels fucking good, baby. Get that thing back in your mouth.” Dez used his free hand to push the blonde back onto his shaft.

  Jealousy didn’t keep Stephanie from reacting to the live sex show in front of her. Watching Charlotte worship Dez’s cock was so sexy. She scooted her tight leather skirt up to her waist. Stephanie sat back on the couch, parting her thighs just enough to rub herself through the scrap of black lace that was her thong panties. The lace had been soaked all night. She moaned when she touched herself, but the others were too wrapped up in themselves to notice.

  “Fuck, baby, you want that load?” Dez growled at Charlotte.

  “Mmhm,” the blonde vocalized through her full mouth. She nodded as best she could, bobbing on his shaft.

  “You want it in your mouth?”

  “Mmhm.” Charlotte’s eyes smoldered at the phone and her husband on the other end of the FaceTime call.

  Charlotte caressed Dez’s shaved balls and jacked the base of his shaft as she sucked. Dez wrapped her long, golden locks around his fist and used his grip to control her head. His hips pumped off the bed. Dez mercilessly fucked her mouth. He loved fucking a hotwife’s mouth, loved it even more when they gagged on him. Charlotte gagged every time he pushed past the back of her throat, and it even looked like she was trying to get away, planting her hands on his thighs. Dez held her fast. She would not be getting away. Charlotte’s lips were obscenely stretched. The coke was kicking in, and Dez felt powerful, felt his cock throbbing. If he didn’t blow his load down the blonde’s throat quickly, it wasn’t going to happen—not for a while anyway.

  Stephanie watched them and wished she was in Charlotte’s place—even though having her own mouth fucked like that was a scary proposition. Stephanie didn’t think she could handle it even as well as Charlotte did. Dez’s power and control over the woman was intoxicating. Stephanie was a strong woman—she’d never been a pushover—but she realized that she too wanted to be used like that. She craved to be taken aggressively, in ways her husband wasn’t even capable of. Stephanie pulled her panties aside and directly rubbed her clit.

  “It’s coming, baby. It’s fucking coming. Show your man what a good cocksucker you are,” Dez taunted. He thought of Isaac watching on the other side of the phone connection, beating his cock while his wife choked on Dez’s big, black cock. Did Isaac feel like less than a man? Dez didn’t know how he couldn’t. He also didn’t care. Dez liked possessing other men’s wives.

  Stephanie was getting close to orgasm, too. She loved that Charlotte was performing for Dez and her husband. She wanted Andy to see her like that, but she didn’t know that he would want the taunting, and she was afraid of being too slutty with Dez.

  “Oh fuck…oh fuck…suck it, baby…take that fucking load,” Dez growled.

  Dez held Charlotte’s head back so just his tip was between her lips. He held her hair tightly with one hand and controlled the phone with the other. The blonde pursed her lips around the head and held his cock with both hands while she jerked it. Dez groaned and his entire body twitched. His eyes almost rolled back into his head. The blonde was that good. She sucked dick like it was her life. He came! Charlotte’s cheeks bulged out as he ejaculated in her mouth. She gagged but didn’t lose a drop. Dez wouldn’t let her. She wouldn’t be freed until she’d sucked out every last drop.

  “Look at her taking that load, man. Your wife loves my fucking cum. She loves that black dick,” Dez bragged.

  His cock slipped from Charlotte’s mouth, and she hopped off the bed. Stephanie was so shocked by what came next that she couldn’t do anything but go with it. Charlotte rushed across the room and straddled her lap, then held her face in both hands while she kissed Stephanie, sharing Dez’s load with her. Stephanie felt the thick, salty fluid being pushed into her mouth like a treasured gift, and overcome by what it was, and insanely, with gratitude, she drank it down like it was sweet nectar, kissing Charlotte passionately. Charlotte broke the kiss and tugged at Stephanie’s top, and like a compliant pet she allowed the blonde to pull it over her head before raining kisses all over her mouth.

  “Doesn’t he taste good, darling?” Charlotte breathed, between kisses.

  “Yes, oh god yes,” Stephanie moaned, completely swept away.

  “His cock is marvelous!” Charlotte gushed, “I can’t wait for you to feel him inside you.”

  Charlotte unclasped Stephanie’s bra and tossed it away. She bent to suckle Stephanie’s tits, and the brunette laid her head back on the couch, mesmerized by the blonde’s tongue dancing over her nipples. Stephanie had been just about to climax before Charlotte pounced on her, so she was right on the edge, putty in the blonde’s hands. Stephanie massaged Charlotte’s breasts, and found they felt surprisingly real.

  “Ohhh…” Stephanie moaned.

  Dez watched the women and already his cock was twitching with new life. Charlotte was incredible. He knew she would get Stephanie going. This blonde hotwife wanted to seduce the innocent brunette just as much as he did. He licked his lips in anticipation as Charlotte stripped Stephanie. Stephanie groped the blonde’s tits, and Dez loved that she wasn’t holding back. Stephanie looked dazedly past Charlotte to Dez, and he grinned his approval.

  Charlotte slid to her knees in front of the small couch. She pushed Stephanie's legs wide open and back so her heels were hooked on the edge of the seat. Stephanie was totally open. Charlotte yanked the lacy thong aside and dove in.

  “Ohhh! God!” Stephanie cried.

  Stephanie grabbed Charlotte’s head with both hands and dug her nails in, the pain just making Charlotte lick harder. The blonde’s tongue worked like a dervish, torturing Stephanie’s clit. Charlotte didn’t mess around. She was focused on making Stephanie come, and was getting there fast.

  Dez was already getting hard again. He was going to have to fuck Charlotte extra hard for what she was doing to Stephanie—even if her motivation was more for herself and her husband. Dez held the phone to make sure Isaac was getting a good view of the two wives. Stephanie had to know, but she didn’t even seem to care that Isaac was watching. Stephanie didn’t seem to care about much at the moment except for coming. Seeing Stephanie in the throes of passion like this, Dez finally understood something of what these husbands felt. Seeing the pretty wife being seduced was a great thrill. Dez, however, didn’t want to see another man fuck her. He wanted that pleasure for himself.

  “Oh god! Oh god! Awww gawd! Yes!”

  Charlotte sucked Stephanie while she licked. The combination was incredible. Stephanie needed to come so badly.

  “YES!” she screamed. “Yes! Yes!”

  Stephanie’s legs went rubbery and her feet slipped from the couch. Charlotte stared up at her, grinning. She removed Stephanie’s booties. Charlotte fluidly rose to her feet and held out her hands. “Come over to the bed and join us, darl
ing,” the blonde said.

  Dez saw the fight had abandoned Stephanie. Stephanie looked dazed. She let Charlotte pull her up, and she kissed the lips the blonde placed in front of her. Charlotte led her by the hand to the bed and stripped off Stephanie’s skirt and thong, then placed her, presenting her to her lover. Dez saw her fully nude for the first time, and he was impressed. Charlotte was perfect, but almost too perfect, her body sculpted by surgeons. He admired Stephanie because she was hot and natural. She was small, but still had curves, and her tits, even though large, were impressively perky and beautiful. They were real. Dez didn’t expect to see the tits of a twenty-year-old on a woman in her forties, he preferred the softer flesh of an older woman. Stephanie was in good shape, but she was still soft like a woman, not a hardbody and Dez wanted her all the more for her realness. He put the phone aside, propping it against the lamp on the nightstand, hoping he gave Isaac a proper view but leaving it at that. His eyes swept over Stephanie and he smiled and reached, caressing her bare hips, drawing her closer so he could feel her ass.

  Stephanie fought the urge to cover herself as Dez perused her nude body. She didn’t know how she could possibly compare with the model standing next to her, but she could feel the heat in his gaze as Dez stared at her with a hunger that made her shiver. Still holding her shoulder, helping her to remain standing, Charlotte moved Stephanie’s hair aside and kissed her neck. She cooed in Stephanie’s ear, “You’re so beautiful, darling.”

  “Fuck, you’re sexy, girl. Goddam it,” Dez added.

  Dez extended a hand to her mound. Stephanie was slick from her orgasm, and his fingers slipped right in. She gasped, and Charlotte held her steady.

  “You’re so fucking juicy, baby. You need a good fucking.”

  Stephanie trembled, without volition instinctively rocking her hips against the motion of his fingers. She couldn’t agree more, that was all she needed. She climbed onto the bed kneeling, pressing her upright nude body against his, and kissed him. His cock pulsed against her thighs, growing hard. Stephanie wanted it to get hard again. She was so hungry for him. For the moment it was just the two of them, Charlotte fading into the background. According to Stephanie’s perceptions, off camera.