Stephanie’s Hotwife Seduction

by Kirsten McCurran

  Andy sensed that Stephanie tried to temper her excitement when he gave her his decision. She smiled, she hugged and kissed him, but her reaction was more subdued than he’d expected, based on how she’d acted while she was in bed with Dez. It was nice that she didn’t want him to feel slighted, but Andy didn’t want Stephanie to feel like she had to hide anything from him. He asked when she would be seeing Dez again, and she didn’t know without talking to her lover first. Andy felt a mixture of dread and excitement, knowing the big stud would be bedding his wife again soon.

  Stephanie did try to tamp down her excitement when Andy told her of his decision. She didn’t think it was proper for her to be too enthused about going off to fuck another man—at least not in front of her husband. But in truth? She could hardly wait to text Dez and give him the news! Stephanie asked Andy if he wanted to be there this time, but he still insisted he wasn’t ready for that. She didn’t really understand. Stephanie knew it would be exciting to have her husband there, but she also wanted to be alone with Dez. This time it would just be the two of them. No Charlotte. No distractions.

  Alone, Stephanie sent Dez a message. He wanted to see her right away of course, but she insisted they wait for the weekend. If it was going to be anything like their last time together, she wouldn’t be fit for work the next morning. They set a date for the coming Saturday—assuming Andy was okay with it. He had no objections.

  The runup to Stephanie’s date with Dez was sweet torture for Andy. The last time, he’d convinced himself—perhaps foolishly—that she was only meeting Dez and Charlotte for drinks, so he was somewhat chill leading up to the night. There was no doubt about this next date. Stephanie would be fucking Dez. Dez would have Stephanie to himself all night. Andy had three ground rules for the night. She had to come home, Andy did not want her spending the entire night with Dez. Andy wanted video. He didn’t need a live stream like Isaac, but he wanted video when she came home. And she had to use condoms with her lover. Stephanie agreed, but it took more of a discussion than the other two conditions.

  “Do you mean for everything, even, like, oral?” she asked.

  Andy hadn’t thought about that. It seemed silly to have her use a condom when Dez fucked her, but not when she went down on him, but it seemed equally weird for Stephanie to go down on a condom. Personally, Andy thought getting a blowjob with a condom on would be pointless.

  “Not oral, no. That’s silly. But when he’s, uh…”

  “If I’m going down on him and not using one, then why does it matter if we use one the rest of the time? I mean, the horse is out of the barn already.”

  “Yeah, but isn’t it easier to catch something vaginally?” Andy asked. He couldn’t believe he was trying to figure this stuff out.

  “I don’t know. But I wouldn’t be doing this with Dez at all if I didn’t know he’s clean. He gets regular blood tests.”

  Stephanie wasn’t sure why this was a sticking point for her. It was the logical choice. She hadn’t thought about it at all during her first night with Dez. It just never came up, and she just wanted him. Condoms had never been a part of Andy’s and her existence. Stephanie had used birth control for years except when they were trying for the kids, and after their second Andy had had a vasectomy. Stephanie probably hadn’t used a condom since that first month she and Andy had started having sex. She had jumped on the Pill right away. Pregnancy wasn’t the only concern, of course, but she did trust Dez to be clean.

  “Do you know how many women he’s screwing? I’m just saying…” Andy said, skeptically.

  “Dez takes care of himself.” She couldn’t help feeling Andy was attacking Dez.

  “I’m not saying he doesn’t. Come on, this is important to me.”

  “Okay. It’s really not a big deal, I guess,” Stephanie agreed. It just felt like stopping for a condom was unsexy.

  Andy thought he should probably have some other rules, but he couldn’t think of anything.

  Stephanie knew she was overcompensating, but she was saccharine sweet to her husband all week. She understood what she wanted was a big ask—even if Andy got off on it too. They made love every night, and whenever she brought up fucking Dez the only issue was that Andy came very quickly, which was no problem. She didn’t always climax as fast, but she didn’t mind. Stephanie was thrilled that Andy was so turned on.

  Seeing Dez every day was its own kind of torture for Stephanie. It was like being tempted by a slice of chocolate cake that was just out of reach. She couldn’t have her treat until the weekend rolled around. Dez was respectful when others were around, but he sent her sexy texts all day. Stephanie was getting used to walking around everywhere with wet panties.

  Saturday was tense for the married couple. They were both so concerned with saying—or doing—the wrong thing that they were constantly polite with each other. Andy felt like he was walking around in a fog. If he paused to think about it, all he could see was his wife and Dez together. Stephanie felt like time crawled. Ten o’clock could not come fast enough—and then she felt guilty for being so eager to go to Dez. They put the kids to bed just like any other night, and then Stephanie retreated to the bedroom to get ready, while Andy tried to concentrate on a football game and hit the Macallan. Stephanie asked Andy to pick her outfit for the night, but he said to surprise him.

  Andy was in the den when he heard her heels clicking on the floor in the kitchen. A glance at his watch told him it was time for her to go. He downed his glass and went into the kitchen to send his wife off to be with another man.

  Stephanie could tell Andy was deep into the single malt by the way he was swaying on his feet when he came through the doorway. He put a hand on the counter to balance himself. He eyed her hungrily, and she felt unexpectedly self-conscious. She didn’t want Andy to get angry that she was all done up for Dez. Stephanie had dressed for Dez before, but she knew tonight was different.

  Andy looked at his wife and thought she was hot—no doubt about that. She looked sultry and ready for sex. She looked like a woman who was going out to get laid, which she was. Even as his cock twitched, he felt a pang of jealousy that all this effort was for Dez. She wore a snug velvet dress that only came to mid-thigh, with a baroque pattern burned into it. Skinny straps by her neck held the dress up, leaving her shoulders—front and back—bare. He didn’t see how she could be wearing a bra with that dress, but her tits were pert and pushed out. Her black spiked heels looked dangerous, strapping around her ankles with silver buckles. Stephanie’s hair was teased the way she did it when they went out for a date night. Her makeup was dark. She looked ready for a night on the town, but he didn’t think they would be out for very long. Stephanie was meeting her lover for drinks, then his place. Andy didn’t expect the drinks would last long.

  “You look hot,” Andy said, unable to come up with fancier words.

  “Do I look hot enough to seduce another man?” She smiled.

  “He’s already hooked. I don’t think you’ll need to try very hard.”

  “Do I look like I’m trying too hard?”

  “No, you look perfect. I’d do you.”

  Andy advanced on her, holding her slender hips. They kissed slowly, sensuously, but Andy knew the way Stephanie kissed when she didn’t want to mess up her makeup, and it annoyed him. He pulled her to him harder, kissed her harder.

  Stephanie felt like her husband was trying to stake his claim before she left. She didn’t mind, but it wasn’t necessary. As excited as she was to see Dez, she knew who she belonged to. She would fix her lipstick in the car.

  “I’d better get going,” she murmured, their faces close together.

  “Don’t want to be late for him…”

  “Are you really okay with this?”

  “Yeah, sorry. It’s hot, it just feels weird. I don’t know if the weirdness will ever go away, but I do want you to do this. I can’t wait to get my video when you get home.”

  “I love you. You know that, right?”

  �
��Of course, honey. I love you too. Have fun tonight.”

  “I think I just might.”

  Andy watched his wife pull out of the driveway and returned to the den. It was going to be a long night.

  Sixteen

  Dez restlessly waited for Stephanie at the bar. He knew the game, so he understood things could be rocky for these hotwife couples at the beginning, but he’d been dying to get into Stephanie’s panties again after that first night. Dez had played it cool over the past couple weeks, but he planned to channel that impatience into giving this sexy little wife the fucking of her life tonight.

  Stephanie was a good and loyal wife, so she had stayed mum about the complications, just pleading with Dez to be patient, but he knew the score. Dez sensed she was ready to go again, so the problem was with the husband. Andy probably saw how his wife had been in bed with Dez and freaked out. It wasn’t uncommon, and it was one of the more annoying aspects of the lifestyle. Dez was, more or less, at the mercy of these couples. They came into his life, and—unless he cut it off first—they went back out of it, and Dez was just an illicit thrill for them, a spice they had added to their marriage for a while. Dez didn’t think half the couples even saw him as a man, he was just a stunt cock to them. Not that he had much to gripe about. He got to indulge his own fetish, older, married white women, pretty much at will.

  Dez never really analyzed how he’d become a Bull. His first time was an accident. He was out at a club and an attractive woman—about ten years his senior—had approached him. Dez saw her wedding ring right away but didn’t care about it. He was angrier back then, and if some white jerk-off’s wife wanted to walk on the wild side for a night, he was game. A few drinks and an hour in, the wife was practically jerking him off in the club. Dez knew he was about to get laid, but that’s when she dropped the bombshell. She wasn’t cheating. Not only did her husband know she was there picking up a man, but he wanted to watch Dez fuck her. It sounded insane. He was sure it was a trap, but Dez was in his early 20s, and mostly thought with his dick back then. If things turned bad, he reasoned he could take the guy, whoever it was. Dez went home with the woman and fucked her, while her husband played with his tiny cock in the corner. Dez felt a strange thrill, something he’d never experienced before. Taking care of that wife in front of her husband, showing her how a real man fucked, was a shot of adrenaline. After that, he never went back.

  “Hey man, you flying solo tonight?” came a voice from his left.

  Dez turned to see one of his boys at the bar, fetching refills for himself and his date.

  “Nah, just waiting for someone,” Dez replied. He looked back to where a pretty young black woman waited for his friend in a booth. She was sexy, but she just didn’t grab Dez the way a woman like Stephanie did.

  “The blonde again? That bitch was hot, but she looked like she wanted to run out of here.”

  “She’s a good girl. She just doesn’t get around black folk much.” Dez smiled at Charlotte’s reaction when he’d brought her to the bar. She didn’t roll with it the way Stephanie had, and was stiff the entire time.

  “You should make those bitches pay you. I’d take their money.”

  “I’m not some gigolo, my brother. I get as much out of it as they do.”

  The friend shook his head. “If you ever need backup, let me know.”

  The guy left Dez at the bar to return to his girl, and Dez ordered another drink. It felt like he’d been waiting for Stephanie forever, but she actually appeared right on time.

  “Hey there, stranger,” she said, laying a hand on his arm.

  Dez drank her in, his eyes mapping how the velvet dress clung to her curves. It looked like it had been poured over her. Stephanie looked like a sultry goddess, and he wanted to take her in that dress before he stripped her out of it. He wondered if a woman like Stephanie had a dress like that in her closet already, or did she go out and buy it just for him? Did she have occasion to wear something like this in her everyday life?

  “Damn, you look good, girl,” he said, leaning down to kiss her. Her tongue flicked at his, and his cock stirred.

  Stephanie felt the heat prickling her skin the second Dez held her in his gaze. The way he looked at her made Stephanie as hot as his touch—or so she thought. When he pulled her in, with a big hand on the small of her back, and kissed her, Stephanie wanted to claw his clothes off and pull him inside her. She’d never had such a visceral reaction to just a kiss, and it scared her. Could she become addicted to her lover? Every time she was with Dez her reaction to him grew stronger.

  “I’m glad you approve,” she replied breathlessly. She licked her lips, and still tasted his on them.

  “I think every guy in here approves. Let me get you a drink.”

  “I’ll take a glass of cab,” she replied.

  The other men in the club did approve of the effort she’d put in tonight. Stephanie felt their eyes on her as she moved through the crowd. The black men around her made Stephanie feel like a piece of meat, and she was shocked she didn’t mind. It made her cheeks burn, but there was only one man on her mind tonight. She was less self-conscious than the first time she’d met Dez at this bar, but she still felt out of place. Stephanie didn’t see any other white people in the bar tonight. Dez rested his hand on her ass possessively. If Andy did something like that she would have laughed and moved it away, but she allowed Dez to handle her like that. She stayed pressed to his side.

  Dez could tell she was ready. Her body was practically humming. Dez grew thick as he thought about having her. If he thought he could get away with it, he might have sat Stephanie on one of the barstools and taken her right there, but Stephanie hadn’t even had a drink yet. She was the kind of woman who needed a few drinks—or something else—to get past her anxiety and really let go. Dez had a little packet of cocaine in his pocket. He hoped Stephanie would indulge again.

  “What’s the plan?” she asked. She stared up at Dez, and almost couldn’t believe how handsome he was. His braids weren’t tied back tonight, but fell freely around his face. She blocked everyone else in the bar out of her mind.

  “A few drinks, go back to my place? Unless you want to go dancing again?”

  Stephanie put a hand on his muscular chest. She didn’t want to go anywhere but his bed. “No, I don’t want to go to the club.” Dez gave her a questioning look. She knew he wanted to hear her say it. Butterflies took flight in her belly. “I just want to be with you.”

  Dez chuckled. “Maybe we should have skipped the drinks.”

  “We could have.” She liked the way her admission widened his eyes.

  “I didn’t want to make you feel cheap, baby.”

  Stephanie stood up on her tiptoes to nuzzle his ear. His masculine scent made her shiver. “I like it when you make me feel like a whore,” she whispered.

  “Fuck, baby.”

  They kissed, ignoring the bartender when her drink arrived. Stephanie hoped her body blocked the view as she slid a hand across the front of his tight black jeans. She felt his excitement for her, and her pussy contracted with thoughts of him inside her.

  Once they had sufficiently collected themselves, the couple made their way to a booth. Dez chose one very close to the back of the bar, where there would be fewer prying eyes. It was after eleven on a Saturday night, and the bar was only half full, which was unusual, but he didn’t care who saw them. He wasn’t planning on waiting to get home to have some fun with Stephanie. He couldn’t.

  Stephanie was sitting almost in his lap in the booth and sipped her wine as she tried to calm down. Her other hand rested on his thigh. They were both adults, and they knew what they were here for, but old instincts died hard, and part of her wanted to hold back and play hard to get, even if she had just told Dez she wanted to be his whore. A girl shouldn’t be too eager, her mother had always told her. That pull between who she’d always been—good girl, wife, mother, reliable, well-behaved—and who she felt like with Dez—the tramp who did coke and came
in parking lots—was part of her thrill. She wondered if it would ever become old hat for her, like she’d just strip and jump into bed with Dez. She thought about Charlotte that night in the hotel room. The blonde had shed her dress like it was nothing, ready to get on with it. Had Charlotte once been different? Stephanie didn’t know if she could ever take this so casually.

  “How’s Charlotte?” she asked.

  “She’s good,” Dez answered, annoyed. He wanted to stay focused on Stephanie. His arm around her shoulders squeezed.

  “Have you seen her since that night?”

  “Yeah, we had some fun the other night. She liked you, said you should come out again.”

  “That’s, uhm, nice,” she replied, unsure what else to say to that. The night she’d shared with Dez and Charlotte was hot, but she wasn’t in a rush to repeat it. Yes, Charlotte knew how to get her off, and Stephanie was still confused by the strange feelings the blonde had invoked in her, but Stephanie hadn’t been converted into a bisexual woman that night. She wasn’t dying to be with Charlotte again—or any other woman. Her sexual fantasies were already full—with dreams of Dez.

  Dez chuckled. “You don’t sound like you had a good time, baby.”

  “I had a good time. I can’t deny that. But maybe it was a little too much of a good time.” She smiled and patted his thigh, resisting the urge to feel for his cock. “I don’t know how many nights like that I can handle, though. Charlotte’s wild, maybe a little too wild for me.”

  “I thought you fit right in.” His hand dropped down her side, resting on the swell of her hip. Her dress was short—very short when she sat—and his fingers toyed with the hemline. Dez was pleased she didn’t push his hand away.

  “It just wasn’t me, that’s all.”

  Stephanie kissed him to avoid discussing it further. As she stretched up to reach his lips, his hand moved with her, and she felt his thick, warm fingers on the bare flesh of her hip. The dress did a poor job of covering her but was excellent for giving Dez access. He nudged the dress higher, his fingers travelling up her hip before sliding back to cup her bare ass. The thong she had chosen for the night didn’t cover much. Stephanie sighed into their kiss, realizing that once again she was allowing Dez to manhandle her in public. It made her heart pound to think that someone was most likely watching them as she plastered herself to her lover.