Dez loved showing these wives his power. He was sure her husband didn’t have the ability to fuck Stephanie like this. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but he didn’t seem like the power-fucking type. Dez looked down on Stephanie stretched out below him, her big tits bouncing around on her chest, and all he could think of was doing this all night. She pulled on her nipples and his balls surged. Damn, was she sexy. Her husband would love seeing this.
“Oh fuck!” she wailed.
“Play with those titties! You’re gonna fucking come for me again, aren’t you?”
“Yes! God, yes!”
“Tell me you want it, baby! Tell me, Steph!”
“Oh god! Fuck me! Yes, fuck me, dammit! Oh fuck!”
Dez brought her to another orgasm with ease. His manhandling of her made Stephanie want to please him. It was easy to come when he was in control. Her cunt milked his cock, but Dez remained hard. It seemed he could go all night.
“She loves your black dick, baby,” Charlotte cooed from the side.
“Yeah, she does,” Dez agreed.
Dez flipped Stephanie onto her stomach as he had Charlotte, but he didn’t use pillows to prop her in position. He just held her hips and hammered into her from behind. Stephanie clutched at the pillows near her head, holding on for dear life. The wild sounds coming from her mouth was music to his ears. Stephanie was screaming and babbling incoherently in ecstasy, just as he’d planned. Dez knew she’d never admit it—certainly not to her husband—but she’d always craved being taken like this. Dez was able to tap into the animal side of his MILFs.
Stephanie could have never imagined it could feel this way. Maybe it was the cocaine, but it seemed that Dez could make her come at will, and she was content to let that happen. She had lapsed into a kind of stupor when a new surprise pulled her out of it. Out of nowhere, she felt Dez’s thumb pressing against her anus.
Stephanie’s eyes shot open and she stiffened. His thumb was slick with something, but her tight ring still resisted. “Baby…” she pleaded.
“Relax, girl. Just chill and you’ll love it,” Dez assured her.
Dez had already had Charlotte’s ass, but she’d given it up easily, so it wasn’t as special. He suspected anal wasn’t in Stephanie’s regular sex play, which made Dez want her sweet little ass even more. Her husband would be thanking Dez when she learned how good anal sex could be. But Dez had to start slowly. He had to work her up to it. Her ass was incredibly tight. It would take some work to get her ready for his cock.
Stephanie didn’t know about Dez’s thoughts, but after her brief, startled plea she didn’t ask him to stop doing whatever he was doing back there. Letting another man probe her ass was the definition of taboo, and Stephanie now found herself wanting to give her ass to Dez. She concentrated on the cock throbbing in her pussy, not the stretching of her tight anal ring. Dez popped through, provoking a sharp pain and she cried out. With her anal chute gripping his thumb, Dez began slowly fucking her again.
The sensations were strange, and no doubt heightened by the cocaine. At first she just felt full, while her pussy felt wonderful. Her anus tugged on his thumb as her body moved on and off his cock, and that contrast of sharp pain versus growing pleasure blew out her brain with another infusion of adrenaline. When Stephanie came again, it was like she was being turned inside out, then filled to overflowing with bliss. It left her feeling used up. She felt like a half-deflated, limp sex doll in Dez’s hands when he finally released her and she slumped bonelessly down to the bed. She didn’t understand how he hadn’t come yet.
Dez rolled her to her back again and slid back inside, holding her tight. Stephanie remained pliant at first, laying there and just letting him take her—exhausted. She felt she was crashing. But the sweet friction roused her, and Stephanie clung to Dez once again. She didn’t know if she could climax another time, but she wanted Dez to. She needed him to.
“You feel so good, baby. That’s so good. Yes…yes…mmm…” Stephanie moaned, her voice a breathy whisper.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t get enough of you. You’re fucking incredible,” Dez moaned, his deep brown eyes locked onto hers.
It was a deeply intimate moment, and a shiver of fear shot through Stephanie, thrilling her. Dez felt it too, felt that for a moment they were beyond just sex. They shared a real connection. These moments were rare for him with hotwives, and it filled Dez with an unfamiliar warmth.
“Don’t stop, come on, baby. Dez…I need you…please…” Stephanie was performing for him—she needed him to come—but a part of her meant them.
“Oh fuck…fuck…fuuuck!”
Dez throbbed deep inside her, and at long last Stephanie felt him coming. He filled her and Stephanie trembled, just short of coming again herself. She locked herself around him, never wanting to let go. It was Dez who finally extracted his spent organ but remained lying entwined against her.
“That was so hot, girl,” he said affectionately. He softly kissed her. He didn’t always cuddle with the hotwives, but he didn’t want to let Stephanie go, not yet. He wanted to feel the warmth of her body against his. He knew how difficult and special it had been for Stephanie to give herself to him, and he wanted the moment to last.
Stephanie was speechless, but she smiled contentedly. Her night with Dez was everything she’d fantasized, and so much more. She closed her eyes, slipping away into blissful sleep.
When Stephanie relaxed her grip on him, Dez eased away from her, not wanting to wake the wife. Charlotte was on the couch, still watching them but no longer filming. Her eyes twinkled when she looked from his face to his cock.
“I hope you didn’t give her everything you had,” she commented.
“Jealous?”
“Of course not, but I want to get mine, too. I want our time together, you and me—no husband watching, no sharing with anyone.”
Dez chuckled. “You are insatiable, girl. Don’t you ever get tired?”
Charlotte stood and walked over to him and began caressing his cock. “Not when I have something like this to play with. You may have worn the soccer mom out, but this girl still has needs.”
“She was fun, wasn’t she?” Dez asked, looking back at Stephanie passed out on the bed.
“That woman was a party waiting to happen, and I don’t know how she survived this long without it. She wants it all, and she wants it now. Of course, she’s going to hate herself for it in the morning.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I know the type. She wants to—has to—go crazy, but she’ll feel guilty for giving into that side of herself. I hope you had your fun because I think there’s a good chance our sweet Stephanie won’t be coming back to you.”
“Oh, she’ll be back. You girls always come back.”
Dez didn’t want this to be his only time with Stephanie. Charlotte didn’t know what she was talking about. He’d had women like Stephanie before. Sure they felt guilty sometimes, but they always wanted more, like moths to a flame.
Charlotte looked amused. “I thought you never got emotionally invested, but you like this one.”
“It’s not like that. It’s just different with ones like her.”
“The ones you have to coax?” Charlotte laughed musically. “You boys are all the same. You want to take the sweet ones’ purity. You don’t appreciate the ones who already know how to rock your world.”
Dez grabbed Charlotte roughly, his fingers teasing her wet sex. He was sure he could get it up one more time, especially with the help of her hot mouth. Dez would show her. “I do appreciate you, baby. Come in the shower, and I’ll show you how much.”
The shaking of her shoulder awakened Stephanie. It felt like she’d only been out for a second, but it was Charlotte shaking her shoulder. The blonde was fully dressed. Stephanie didn’t see Dez, but she heard the shower running.
“Darling, were you supposed to be out with him all night? I don’t want you to get into trouble. It’s important to stick to your rules.”
Stephanie glanced at the bedside clock and shot wide awake as panic gripped her heart. It was after three in the morning! Andy must think she’d been kidnapped, or worse. Somehow she was under the sheet, and she threw it off, unconcerned with her nudity. She went looking for her scattered clothing.
“I guess you were expected home sooner,” Charlotte commented.
“This is not how this night was supposed to go!”
“Dez didn’t tell me what to expect. He just said you were curious. I thought it was glorious!”
“I don’t know if Andy is going to feel that way,” Stephanie worried, pulling on her panties. Her brain was so fuzzy. She couldn’t focus on anything without effort.
Charlotte took Stephanie by the shoulders and faced her. “Take a deep breath, darling. Calm down. The only thing to expect in these situations is the unexpected. Couples, especially husbands, think they can control everything. You can’t. It will be fine. You’ll go home and tell Andy all about tonight, and he’ll love it. Trust me.”
Stephanie took that deep breath, but it hardly calmed her. She had no idea how Andy would react, but if he was furious she could hardly blame him. She’d gone out for drinks and dancing. She was just supposed to get some questions answered, but she’d ended up in bed with Dez and another woman. Stephanie wasn’t even into women! Or was she? Everything was so jumbled. She didn’t know how she could possibly explain all this to her husband. She couldn’t even explain it to herself!
Once she was dressed, Stephanie looked in the mirror. Her chestnut hair was a rats’ nest, her make-up worn completely away. She could see every line in her face. Every wrinkle. Dez had used her up and she looked it. Stephanie felt every second of her forty-two years. She had to go! She couldn’t wait for Dez to get out of the shower.
“Tell him we’ll talk, okay? I really have to go.”
“Okay, darling, but please try to calm down. Trust me, your husband will be on board. They all are. Oh, I copied some videos from my phone to yours, as a thank you to Andy for letting me enjoy you.”
“Uh, thanks.” Stephanie fled the hotel room.
Thirteen
Andy fought to hold onto sleep, swatting at the hand nudging his shoulder. Sometimes he fell asleep on the couch while watching TV, and Stephanie would have to wake him and tell him to come to bed. He was harder to rouse when he’d been drinking, and he’d done a lot of drinking before passing out on the couch in the den. Only an inch or so remained in the bottom of the bottle of Glenlivet sitting, fortunately upright, on the floor beside the couch.
“Andy, come on, wake up,” Stephanie urged.
The drunken stupor made it more difficult for his sleepy mind to recall the circumstances that had caused Andy to fall asleep on the couch, but as he came to the wakeful surface it came back to him, and his eyes opened, blinking against the light. He’d been watching TV, but it was turned off now. He rolled over and looked up blearily at his wife and was suddenly wide awake.
Andy flinched. Instantly, he knew. He knew what she’d done. She was clothed but obviously braless. Her chestnut hair—expertly teased when she’d left home—was a mess, like she’d just rolled out of bed. Her makeup was worn off and she looked exhausted. She was obviously totally drained, and Andy knew why.
“I’m sorry it’s so late. I lost track of time,” she said.
He reached for his phone. It was after four a.m. He looked at Stephanie again, then just stared at her. Andy didn’t know what to say. He’d known this moment was coming, but he hadn’t thought it would come so soon, and he wasn’t prepared. Andy didn’t have any words, so he just stared silently at his freshly-fucked wife.
Stephanie saw Andy flinch, and she knew he knew. He didn’t look happy, or excited. He just looked blank. She searched for the right words.
“Andy, I know I said I wasn’t ready…and I didn’t think I was. I did not know this was going to happen. Not tonight. We met at the club, and we were drinking and dancing. Charlotte was really cool. They invited me back to their room, and I was curious. I wanted to see what was going to happen. I swear, I didn’t mean for things to go so far. It just happened.”
Andy blinked at the rush of words. Stephanie’s confession sounded sincere, but things like this didn’t just happen. People made choices. Stephanie had made choices, and those choices had led her into Dez’s bed. Maybe she hadn’t planned on it happening, but she wanted it to happen. He knew she wanted it.
“Baby?” she ventured.
Andy sat up on the couch and stared at Stephanie. She’d made an effort to clean up, but her mascara was still smeared around her eyes. She looked uncertain, like she was waiting for him to react. His gaze crawled down her body, a body that Dez had enjoyed all night. Andy fought back a wave of nausea and he was left angry and anxious in its wake. He stared at Stephanie—a body that Dez had enjoyed all night. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking, She’s a whore! His wife of almost twenty years had just spent most of the night fucking another man. A big, black, stud of a man. Dez had probably nailed her much better than Andy ever could in his life. Andy couldn’t hope to compete. What had he been thinking sending his Stephanie off with someone like Dez?
The way Andy stared at her scared Stephanie. Stony silence was not what she was expecting. Even if he was angry, she wanted Andy to say something. He needed to yell at her to get it out. Stephanie needed to know what was going on in his head.
“Baby, say something,” she pleaded, falling to her knees in front of him. She put her hands on his legs and Andy flinched.
Andy stared at her hands—these hands that had been all over another man. He imagined Dez’s cock cradled in these hands—thick and full and throbbing. He’d often watched the video of Stephanie blowing her lover. Andy knew she needed both of these hands to take care of him. He stared at her mouth. It was too easy to imagine her lips stretched around Dez’s thickness. For the first time, Andy felt a stirring in his shorts. Did you swallow his load? Andy wondered. Or did he come all over your face? He preferred to think Dez had given his wife a facial—that was sluttier.
“Undress,” Andy said, tonelessly.
Stephanie wasn’t sure she’d heard his words correctly. His voice was barely more than a whisper. He repeated himself, this time it was more of a growl. She had an uneasy feeling but did as her husband asked. She owed him her obedience. Remaining on her knees, Stephanie pulled her top over her head. She was indeed braless—it was in her purse.
Deep crimson marks marred the freckled skin of her torso, readily apparent on her pale breasts. Her dark nipples were still engorged, a deeper red than usual from all the abuse they’d taken. Andy gaped at the physical evidence of his wife’s night with Dez. His stomach turned again, but he was gaining control now, and he batted it back. His mind went through the ways those marks must have landed on Stephanie’s body, and his cock felt like steel.
Andy touched her tits, tracing his fingers over the marks. She winced when he touched her nipples.
“Easy, baby, I’m a little sore.”
Stephanie was far more than a little sore. A night of Dez and Charlotte sucking and teasing and nibbling her nipples had left them very painful to the touch. But Andy was being gentle, almost like he was exploring her body for the first time again. His caresses felt good, tender, even if she was too sore to become aroused by them.
Andy pushed at her skirt, but he couldn’t get it past her waist with her kneeling. He tried pulling it up, frustration making his movements frantic. He wasn’t thinking clearly. He wanted to see all of her. He wanted to see what Dez had done to his wife.
“Andy, baby, it’s okay, let me do it,” Stephanie said, patting his arm reassuringly.
“I want to see you,” he said. “All of you.”
“Of course, baby. Anything you want. I’m yours.” Stephanie locked her eyes on his. “You know I’m yours, Andy.”
Stephanie rose up on her knees, unzipped the skirt, and pulled it up over her body awkwardly. Andy took her
by the hips and turned her this way and that, like he was examining her. It felt weird. All of his behavior felt weird, but she was not going to judge him. Andy was entitled to his feelings, and she had to let him get through them,
Andy saw more red marks on her lower body, but he locked in on her pussy. Her mound was shaved bare, with just a neat triangle above the lips. In the past, she didn’t always stay on top of that, but her cunt had been nice and neat since they’d started exploring things with Dez. She’d just needed the proper motivation, he supposed. Her whole mound was puffy, but it was her labia that got his attention. Her cunt was red and swollen—the very definition of well-fucked. Andy felt a surge of anger and possessiveness that was alien to him. He wanted to fuck his wife and assert his dominance. He touched her pussy, and Stephanie winced.
“Baby, I’m really sore down there. I just need a little time to recover,” she said.
Andy could read between the lines. Dez had used her up earlier. His wife didn’t want to fuck him tonight. His anger grew, irrational as it was. Andy knew his part in this. It wasn’t like Stephanie went out and did something behind his back.
Stephanie saw her husband’s disappointment, and decided she’d make love to him if he needed it, but she really was sore. Incredibly sore. If Andy insisted on having sex, it was going to hurt. “If you really want to Andy, it’s okay.”
“No, it’s all right. I don’t need your pussy tonight,” Andy replied, hoping his words didn’t sound as bitter as they seemed.
Andy pushed his shorts down to his ankles. His cock stood straight up, a monument to how he felt about his wife’s behavior. Stephanie took him submissively in hand and stroked him gently. He knew that wasn’t how she had gone for Dez’s cock. She would have attacked his big dick. Andy wanted Stephanie like her lover had taken her. He grabbed her head and brought it forcefully down to his cock. She only resisted for a moment.
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