Stephanie’s Hotwife Seduction

by Kirsten McCurran

  Stephanie was shocked by how her husband handled her. He wasn’t normally like that. He’d just grabbed her head and shoved her face at his cock. She wasn’t going to judge. Stephanie locked her lips around his shaft and sucked, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed on him. Andy maintained his grip on her head, forcing her deeper. Stephanie fought the urge to resist, and instead she let Andy use her however he saw fit. She would do the same for Dez, god knew. Andy wasn’t being the gentle lover she was used to, but she went with it. He jerked her mouth back and forth on his cock aggressively. He didn’t slow down when he hit the back of her throat even when she was audibly choking. Stephanie tried to force herself to regulate her breathing and let Andy have his way, even though every ounce of her being wanted to push away and chastise him.

  Andy saw his wife’s eyes pleading—pleading with him to take it easy. He wasn’t in the mood. Dirty, angry thoughts came to his mind as he used his wife’s mouth, but he didn’t dare vocalize them. Take it, you little whore. Suck my cock slut! Just like you sucked his! Show me how much you love dick! Andy was grunting, pumping his hips off the couch. He was completely overheated, and it was over as soon as it began. Andy pulled Stephanie back by her hair and took over jacking his cock.

  Stephanie’s mouth hung open in shock when Andy finished on her face. He blasted thick ropes of cum across her cheeks and into her hair. He even managed to get some in her mouth. Finished, Andy sagged back onto the couch. Stephanie stared at him, speechless. What did all this mean?

  The sudden silence, broken only by the sounds of their labored breathing, seemed to stretch forever, for both of them.

  “Andy?” she asked finally.

  He sighed deeply and stared at his wife. Her face was a mess, matching her used body. He felt a measure of satisfaction that he also had left his mark tonight, but it didn’t ease the conflicting feelings surging inside him. Andy pushed the anger down. It wasn’t constructive.

  “Steph…”

  She put a hand on his thigh. “I’m sorry if this hurt you. I didn’t mean…”

  Andy saw her beginning to fall apart, tears welling in her eyes. It softened him. “It’s just that you said you weren’t ready…”

  “I know. I didn’t think I was.”

  “But you were?”

  “It’s not that simple. I don’t know how to explain it. I just got caught up in it.”

  “You couldn’t help yourself?”

  “I…maybe…I don’t know. If I thought any of this would hurt you…”

  “I know, Steph. I know, it’s not about me, you keep saying that, but I can’t help but have some kind of reaction when you want to fuck other men.” Andy saw her wince. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.”

  Stephanie felt her own anger welling up. She didn’t go out and cheat on Andy. They’d talked about this. Exhaustively. They’d role played in bed, and Andy had really gotten off when she described being with Dez. Maybe she’d gone further than she planned tonight, but it was going to happen eventually—unless Andy put the brakes on it. However, Stephanie realized that this time Andy had never had the chance to tell her no.

  “I should have checked with you first before I went all the way. I’m sorry. I thought this was something we were both into, but I shouldn’t have crossed that last line without talking to you.”

  Andy saw she was genuinely sorry, and it softened him even more. Everything she said was true. It was something they were both into. When he thought about Stephanie with Dez—when he watched that video from the park—it gave him a charge like nothing else. The problem was that he had to fight off all those traditional feelings of possessiveness that came with being raised to be a stereotypical man. They weren’t so strong when they were fantasizing, but they hit him like a hurricane when his wife arrived home used by another man. His excitement over Stephanie being with another man warred with his possessiveness, and he honestly didn’t know which side was stronger. Andy did know that the internal battle created the weirdest feeling inside him—a feeling he had to admit was intoxicating. It bothered him that he actually enjoyed suffering that conflict, but he did.

  “A phone call would have been nice, but I guess I understand.” Andy thought back to his teenage days, when his hormones had raged so strong he had no willpower to resist their call. He understood being swept away. It was just a bitter pill to swallow that it was another man stirring those feelings in his wife.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t want this to come between us.”

  Andy took her hands in his. “It can’t. This is just a reaction. I’m sorry I couldn’t process it better.”

  “I want your honest feelings, Andy. I don’t want you hiding anything from me.”

  “Good.” Andy allowed a grin. “I don’t think I could.”

  “Good,” Stephanie agreed. She began to recognize the man sitting in front of her. It was a start. She was relieved.

  “I guess you had fun,” he ventured.

  Stephanie scrutinized him. “I don’t know if now is the time to talk about this. Wait until you’re sure you really want to know.”

  Andy really did want to know. He didn’t know how it would make him feel, but he wanted to know it all—every detail. He had to know, but he wouldn’t press her tonight. “Okay,” he agreed.

  “Besides, isn’t it almost dawn? I swear the kids are going to be up in, like, five minutes.”

  “Don’t worry about that. Go get cleaned up and go to bed. No offense, but you look like a hooker at the end of a rough shift.”

  Stephanie frowned. “That bad?”

  Andy chuckled. “I didn’t say it was bad.”

  For the second time that night, Stephanie gathered up her discarded clothes. She trudged upstairs and ran a hot shower. She was too exhausted to think and willed the steaming water to wash it all away.

  Fourteen

  Stephanie awoke to the afternoon sun streaming through the curtains in their bedroom. She rolled over with a groan and saw it was almost one o’clock. Andy wasn’t in bed with her, but he couldn’t be. Someone had to be up with the kids. God bless him for letting me sleep in, she thought. Speaking of God, she wondered if Andy had taken the kids to Sunday School and church.

  She smiled wryly as she thought about joining them at church, given what she’d done last night. Would everyone in the congregation sense sex on her and see her for what she was? A whore! Stephanie could imagine them readying her Scarlet Letter. She doubted however that she was the only one with a secret sin she wanted to keep hidden.

  The warm sun on her skin felt nice, but she knew it was probably cold outside. Stephanie rolled onto her back and stretched, feeling the soreness right away. She kept in great shape, but she hadn’t had a workout like the one Dez and Charlotte had given her in a long time, if ever. Her legs were sore, but that would pass when she got up and moving. She brushed her nipples through the tank top she had worn to bed, and they were still sore. She felt the soreness in her pussy without even touching it. She hoped that would pass quickly. Stephanie climbed out of bed and threw on a robe.

  The house was empty, and while she missed her kids, she was relieved she didn’t have to face Andy yet. Things had gotten really weird when she came home. She hadn’t known how Andy would react when she told him she’d had sex with Dez, but she could never have predicted his actual reaction coming. It had been a side of her husband she’d never seen, and it might have been exciting if she hadn’t been sexed out. She liked seeing an aggressive side of her husband, but it was also scary. Andy had been so intense. She didn’t get the vibe he was playing. A serious conversation was inevitable, and Stephanie welcomed it—mostly.

  Andy told Stephanie her night with Dez wouldn’t come between them, and she believed him, but that didn’t mean they were in a good place. After almost twenty years together, Stephanie was confident they could talk it out and come together, but the problem was she didn’t know where they would end up. After the way he’d reacted last night, she had no idea how Andy fe
lt about the idea of her being with Dez going forward. It could go either way. Stephanie was afraid Andy would tell her they were done. She would respect his decision of course, but she knew how she wanted it to work out. Stephanie wasn’t ready to give Dez up. She’d only had a taste, and she wanted more.

  Stephanie felt terrible about her illicit desire, but it was undeniably there. Being with Dez had given Stephanie a thrilling high, and it wasn’t because of the cocaine. She’d had a taste of it before when they’d been alone together but being with him last night had been an astonishing rush, and she didn’t want to give it up, not yet. Seeing how Dez had been with Charlotte had shown her how crazy and sexy it really could be, and Stephanie wanted that for herself. She craved the danger and excitement, and the sex—oh yes—she craved the incredible sex. Stephanie needed to come like that again. She would accede to her husband’s wishes if he wanted her to stop of course, but it would be a tough pill to swallow.

  After coffee, Stephanie compiled a shopping list. She was still exhausted and didn’t feel like going out for groceries, but real life wouldn’t pause for her fantasy life. She left before Andy came home with the kids, but before she did, Stephanie copied the videos from her phone to Andy’s tablet. She left a note inside the cover, telling him the videos were there if he wanted to watch them. She wondered if he would.

  While Stephanie was out at the store, Andy came home with the kids, surprised to find her gone. A quick shiver of fear ran down his spine as he thought perhaps his wife had run off with Dez. But that was crazy, he knew. Andy got the kids settled playing and turned on the football game. He took up his tablet and while he watched the game he found Stephanie’s note inside.

  Andy almost dropped the tablet like it had scorched his hands. He stared at the home screen with his apps like he couldn’t believe what the tablet contained. Their son was in the room, playing on his Kindle, so there was no way Andy could open the videos Stephanie had installed, but even if he could, Andy wasn’t sure he should.

  He wanted to, badly, which was part of the problem. His cock lurched in his jeans. Andy stared at the tablet and imagined this was how an alcoholic felt staring at a bottle. He wanted what was inside, even if it might not be good for him. He didn’t understand how he could want something so much when it might hurt him. Andy took a deliberate breath and closed the cover.

  Andy still hadn’t dealt with his feelings from the night before. He’d spent the morning being a dad and plowing through chores, purposely avoiding his feelings. Now the football game on the TV was like background noise as he was forced to think about Stephanie and what she’d done.

  Watching his wife all dressed up to go out with another man had been more exciting than he’d expected. Andy had felt the fear and jealousy, but Stephanie looked hot, and he was excited about her going out and being naughty. She was just supposed to meet Dez and Charlotte for drinks, but he knew it wouldn’t end up that way, no matter how much Stephanie insisted that was all she had planned. Stephanie wouldn’t have dressed like that just to have a drink or two. He’d gotten so hard watching her leave that he almost grabbed her and threw her on the couch.

  Andy had spent the night on pins and needles, wondering what Stephanie was doing while he was home watching TV. His anxiety didn’t ramp up until she texted and told him she would be out later than planned. While Stephanie was at the club she would have had to be relatively well behaved, he reasoned. She didn’t say, but he knew staying out later meant they were going somewhere more private. He didn’t think Charlotte’s presence would slow his wife down. Andy started drinking then, thinking about his wife with Dez. He even imagined Charlotte getting in on the action, as far-fetched at that was. Stephanie had only ever teased him when he suggested a threesome with another woman in the past. She always told him, You know I love dick too much. Thinking about Stephanie in a threesome with Dez and Charlotte made him burn with jealousy, as he would be left out, and it made him jerk off, too. In the end, the bottle almost empty, Andy had passed out waiting for his wife to come home.

  She fucked him, Andy thought. He repeated it in his head, trying to get used to it. She fucked him. Andy had always known that was the endgame if they kept going—and that was the issue. Andy had felt sure there would be a discussion just before Stephanie crossed that line. Andy had felt sure she would make sure he was okay with it before she took that step. That didn’t happen. She fucked him. Now Andy had to deal with the aftermath.

  Andy’s musings were cut short when Stephanie arrived home. He lay the tablet aside and helped her carry in the groceries. She kissed his cheek hello and acted normal, but Andy felt tension between them. Every time he looked at his wife he pictured Dez on top of her. If he couldn’t get that image out of his head now, would he ever be able to do it if he watched the video?

  Stephanie saw her husband struggling and wished she could do something to reassure him. She tried to pull him aside several times, but the kids wouldn’t leave them alone long enough to have a conversation about what had happened. They would have to wait until later, and the waiting was killing her.

  Andy paced the den while Stephanie was upstairs putting the kids to bed. They weren’t one of those couples who just let things sit between them, so they would be talking. He still wasn’t sure what to say. He was trying to sort out whether he was angry that Stephanie had done it at all, or just that she hadn’t talked to him first. The former wasn’t fair, he understood, and the latter sucked, but he understood why he’d lost control. Andy also realized he was angry at himself. He was angry because all of this had turned him on so much, and that just didn’t seem normal. Or even right. Could he ever come to grips with that?

  Stephanie had been watching Andy pacing for a moment before he realized she was there. Her heart went out to him. She decided that if this was going to torture him like this, it wasn’t worth it. Sex with Dez was incredible, and she wanted it, but it wasn’t worth ripping apart her husband.

  Andy noticed Stephanie standing in the doorway. She looked sexy without even trying. He couldn’t look at his wife these days without his head filling with sexual thoughts. Her tank top had a built-in bra, but it couldn’t handle her tits. Thin, soft cotton pajama pants sculpted to her ass. He pictured her with Dez again, and this time it didn’t trouble him, it only made him harder faster.

  “Do you want to come to bed?” she asked.

  “Yeah, in a minute,” he replied, stalling.

  Stephanie came and sat beside her husband. She took his hand. “I want to talk about…y’know…”

  “I know. It’s just a weird thing to talk about.”

  “Are you that upset?” Stephanie’s brow furrowed.

  “It’s not that. I mean, listen, you should have at least snuck away for a second and called me before you…”

  “I know. I’m sorry. If I was thinking clearly, I would have.”

  “You were that drunk?”

  “Among other things. I told you, I was just swept away. I honestly didn’t think it through. I just wanted it, and it happened.”

  Andy tried to hide his reaction to her words. She just wanted it. “Other things?”

  “How specific do you want me to get, babe?”

  “You don’t have to hide anything from me, Steph. We can’t start down that path.”

  “Okay. Well then, I was really horny. You know how I can get. After watching Dez and Charlotte together, and then they were touching me…”

  “They?” Andy’s eyes went wide.

  Stephanie flashed her sideways smile. “Yes, they. Charlotte seemed to like me—a lot.”

  Andy’s weird, negative feelings were pushed to the side as his excitement overcame him. “Just how much did she like you? Did you like her back?”

  “She liked me a lot.” Stephanie laughed. I didn’t like her quite as much. It’s on video, if you really want to see.”

  Andy stared at the tablet on the coffee table. He was dying to watch his wife with another woman, but he knew where it
would lead if he started watching. Andy wouldn’t stop before Dez came into the picture.

  “Don’t do it if you’re not sure,” she said.

  Andy had to see. He grabbed the tablet and flipped the cover open. The video files were easy to find as they were named ‘skype_session’ followed by the date and time. He didn’t ask about the Skype part.

  The first video started with a closeup of Charlotte sucking Dez’s cock. God, it looked huge. Even though his wife wasn’t in the frame, Andy felt his gut tighten knowing she’d been fucked with that thing. Andy knew it was ridiculous, but he wondered how he was going to satisfy Stephanie after she’d had that thing pounded into her. Andy was definitely not a cuck. He had no desire for another man to take his wife and turn her inside out, nor did he have any lasting concerns that he couldn’t please her himself. If he were a cuck, this whole adventure would probably be easier for him. Charlotte was a sexy woman. He would have been able to enjoy watching Charlotte’s oral skills much more if he didn’t know that big cock was soon going to be in his wife. He fast-forwarded past the blowjob.

  Stephanie was jealous watching Andy watch Charlotte give Dez head. She didn’t want her husband getting any funny ideas. Stephanie didn’t know if Andy was Charlotte’s type, but she suspected the blonde wouldn’t hesitate to jump into bed with another man. She was happy when Andy moved past that part of the video.

  Andy marveled at Charlotte’s body. The blonde was stunning. Perhaps a bit too artificial for his tastes, but he wouldn’t kick her out of bed. The view of her ass was fantastic and made even better because now he could see his wife, too. She’d been sitting in a chair watching the others. Charlotte hurried across the room, straddled Stephanie and kissed her. Andy thought his cock would explode, and he wasn’t even touching it.

  “You like that, eh?” Stephanie asked, watching her husband’s reaction.

  “Uh, yeah. Wow, hon. Wow.”

  On the tablet, Charlotte began undressing Stephanie and sucking on her tits. Andy’s mouth was dry. He would have started touching himself if Stephanie hadn’t done it for him. She rubbed him through his loose pajama pants, and he was relieved he didn’t just come on the spot. Charlotte slid to her knees and went down on his wife. Stephanie’s reaction was priceless. He loved watching her face as the blonde worked her over. Stephanie’s moans drove him crazy. He was married to the sexiest woman alive.