Stephanie’s Hotwife Seduction

by Kirsten McCurran

  “I need you, baby.”

  Dez knelt on the bed and pulled her toward him. “What do you need, girl?”

  Stephanie took a deep breath and begged, “I need you to fuck me, Dez. I need you right now.”

  Andy’s stomach clenched even while his cock surged. His wife sounded like a wanton whore. She was literally begging another man to fuck her. Stephanie had never begged him like that in all their years together. Andy burned with jealousy, and yet he couldn’t stop watching. Seeing this new side of his wife was almost like watching a complete stranger. The woman begging to be fucked could not possibly be his Stephanie, the woman who made their kids’ lunches and took care of everyone around her. The woman on that bed was only thinking about being taken care of herself by the huge black stud looming over her. Of course, she was still Stephanie, his wife, and Andy was fascinated to see her like that, even if it was another man bringing it out in her. Maybe it was because she was always so perfect and so proper—the perfect wife—that Andy wanted to see Stephanie as another man’s slut. She did not, Andy noted, make Dez put on a condom, even though Andy had insisted on it. It felt like a slap in the face, but somehow seeing Dez take his wife bareback made Andy even harder.

  Dez flipped Stephanie around at will, fucking her in many positions. It seemed like Dez was trying to discover what she liked best, or he was putting on a clinic for Andy on how to properly use his wife. When Andy made love to his wife, they usually had one, maybe two positions, and she’d had no complaints. Was Stephanie craving more variety? The view of his wife on her knees—taking it from behind—was Andy’s favorite. Her tits swung as they hung below her, and Stephanie clutched at the pillow she buried her face in, muffling her cries as Dez fucked her mercilessly. Andy jerked off and came while watching that. He made a note of where in the video it appeared.

  Andy had to hand it to the man. Dez was like a machine. Andy didn’t think he’d be able to do his wife like that even if he had a fistful of Viagra. He understood why Stephanie walked so stiffly when she came home. He was surprised she could walk at all.

  Andy was stunned by what came toward the end of the video. He wasn’t down with the party scene, but he knew cocaine when he saw it, and he couldn’t believe it when Stephanie did the drug with her lover. Using drugs was a line he didn’t think his wife would ever cross, but wasn’t she all about crossing lines now? Fucking other men without condoms. Doing cocaine. Andy wondered if he even knew his wife anymore. He and Stephanie were going to have a long talk when she awoke, but oddly he knew he wouldn’t tell her to stop seeing Dez.

  The morning came and Andy was exhausted, but he got up with the kids and let Stephanie sleep in. From what he’d seen, she needed it. She and Dez were still going strong when the video had cut out, leaving Andy to imagine what else they did. Andy didn’t like that they were doing things he couldn’t see, but there were limitations if he didn’t want to be there physically. It was midafternoon when he finally heard the shower turn on upstairs. He parked the kids in front of the TV and went up to the bedroom to wait for Stephanie to come out of the shower.

  Stephanie jumped when she saw Andy sitting on the bed. She was wrapped in a towel, with her wet hair combed straight back, and she felt his eyes on her. He looked concerned, but Stephanie felt his lust pricking up when he saw her. It reminded her of early in their relationship, when Andy couldn’t keep his hands off her. She liked feeling that Andy always wanted her and hadn’t realized how much she’d missed that. But Stephanie didn’t know if she was up to giving him what he wanted today. She still felt terrible, and just wanted to go back to bed.

  “Hey,” she said, holding the towel tight around her as she sat on the bed.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “About how I look.” Stephanie had winced when she saw her reflection in the mirror. She felt she looked much older than her forty-two years. Used up were the words that came to mind. Stephanie was sore all over and her head pounded. How does Charlotte keep up with Dez? she wondered.

  “I think you look sexy.”

  “Puh-leeze. I way overdid it last night.”

  “Maybe I like seeing you like that,” Andy said, confused why seeing her like that turned him on so much. There were red marks, from when Dez manhandled her, visible on her pale skin above and below the lines of the towel.

  Stephanie rallied, knowing she owed her husband that. She smiled and said, “You can show me tonight after the kids are in bed.”

  “Are you sure you’re up for it? You, uhm, really went for it last night.”

  “You watched the video?”

  Andy nodded.

  “Did you like it?”

  “I did…”

  It was what he didn’t say that concerned her. “But?”

  “He didn’t use a condom.”

  “I’m sorry, babe. Things just get going and I don’t think of it, and next thing I know…”

  “He’s fucking your brains out.”

  “I guess you could put it that way.” She tried a smile. He didn’t return it. “I’m sorry, really. I’ll try to be better.”

  Andy knew what that meant—next time she fucked Dez she’d try to remember the condom. Stephanie took it for granted there would be a next time. He was tempted to tell her he wanted to stop, just to see her reaction, but he didn’t have it in him to play hurtful games.

  “Steph, it’s only because I want you to be safe.”

  “I know. I’ll do it, I promise.”

  “Maybe if you tell him ahead of time.”

  “I got it,” she snapped, quickly adding, “Sorry, I’m just exhausted.”

  Andy’s anger was pricked. “Should I get you a pick-me-up? If you tell me where I can score…”

  Stephanie was confused for a moment. She replayed the night in her head and her stomach sank when she realized what Andy referred to. It hadn’t made it onto the video the first time she’d tried coke, and she’d never told her husband about it. Stephanie rationalized that it wasn’t a big deal, but she was really ashamed for being so weak. At least that first time she’d been tricked into it—an excuse she didn’t have last night.

  “Andy, it’s not what you think…”

  “That wasn’t cocaine you snorted?”

  “It was, but…”

  “Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?” Andy took a deep breath and lowered his voice. He didn’t want the kids downstairs hearing him. “What were you thinking, Steph?”

  “I wasn’t. I don’t have an excuse, Andy. You don’t understand how it is. We’re together and we’re having a good time, and things just happen. I’m just feeling when I’m with him. It’s like I don’t have to think at all.”

  Andy chewed on the implications of that. The dangers of what they were doing hit home. Andy considered that perhaps they should stop, but his hard cock whispered, Be reasonable. It’s not that bad.

  “Are you saying you have feelings for him?”

  “Not like that, no. It’s not that I have feelings for him. I just feel free.”

  “You’re not free with me?”

  “Andy, you’re twisting my words!”

  “I don’t get it, Steph. Are you unhappy with me?”

  Stephanie sighed. This was getting away from her. She harbored the same thought as her husband—maybe they should stop. She loved being with Dez, but it wasn’t worth it if it caused problems in her marriage. She didn’t want to hurt Andy. She tried to explain it better.

  “Of course not. I love you. I want you to enjoy this just as much as I do, but when I’m in the moment, I have to be honest, it’s not about you. It’s really about me. We got together so young, babe. I wouldn’t trade our lives together for anything, and I treasure all our memories, but I feel like I’m living something I never had the chance to before. Truly, I’ve never felt I missed out, but now I’m seeing this other side of life, and it’s fun and exciting. I like dressing up and going out and getting a little crazy.”

  “And fucking Dez…
”

  “Yes…and fucking Dez. God, the way he uses my body…” Stephanie closed her eyes, recalling it.

  “I know. I saw.”

  “I thought you liked it too, babe.”

  “I do, Steph,” he replied. The rod in his pants testified to that. Andy was afraid he liked it too much, just like his wife. “I just don’t want to see you slip away.”

  “That could never happen.”

  Stephanie crawled to where Andy sat at the end of the bed. Her towel fell open and she let it. She crushed her bare breasts to her husband, and his arms went around her. He squeezed her ass. She pressed her face to his. “I love you. I want this to be as fun for you as it is for me.”

  Andy allowed a smile. It was hard to remain angry with her decadent body draped against him. “I don’t know if that’s possible.”

  “Really?” She grabbed him through his pants. She knew she’d find him hard. Stephanie understood his concerns, but she also understood how much all this turned him on. “It feels like it’s fun for you.”

  “Steph…” His cock throbbed.

  “I can be a good girl…if that’s what you want,” she cooed.

  “Steph…”

  Stephanie pushed her hand inside his running pants and boxers. Wrapping her fingers around his cock made her wet, despite her soreness. Andy had everything she really needed. She stroked him and Andy shuddered. It would probably sting, but Stephanie was ready to make love to her husband. Could they sneak in a quickie with the kids downstairs? It was so irresponsible, but that made it more fun. She stroked his shaft.

  “Steph…the kids…”

  “Tell me your favorite part of the video, babe. Did you like seeing me ride his cock? God, I was so full of him…”

  “Fuck…Steph…” Andy closed his eyes, saw her getting fucked from behind. “When he fucked you…your tits…just pounded…”

  Stephanie wasn’t sure what he meant. That could have been anything on the video. She didn’t have time to ponder it, either. Andy groaned, and suddenly he came in his pants, gushing over her pumping hand. She was disappointed, but knew it was for the best. She was sore, the kids were downstairs… They could make up for it later.

  Andy was embarrassed. It felt like he always came quickly these days. All he had to do was think of Stephanie and Dez, and he lost it. He thought of how that compared to the endless hammering Dez gave his wife. It wasn’t a good comparison. He turned red.

  “Sorry…” he murmured.

  “I love you, babe. I like getting you off. I don’t care how it happens.”

  “But I want…”

  “We’ll take care of that later. I promise,” she insisted, taking her sticky hand back.

  “I, uh, I guess I’d better get changed.”

  “And I should get dressed.”

  Stephanie hopped off the bed, felt Andy watching her as she moved around the bedroom nude. “I still want you there,” she said. “It would be so hot to have you there. You could join…”

  “We’ll see,” Andy answered, knowing he couldn’t do that. He didn’t see how he’d feel anything but intimidated by being in the same room while Dez hammered his wife.

  Andy realized nothing had really been resolved, but Stephanie would still be seeing Dez. All he could do was hope his wife could control herself.

  Eighteen

  Their conversation that afternoon only solidified Stephanie’s relationship with Dez. She insisted it was just fucking, but Andy didn’t know what to call it other than a relationship. Stephanie saw Dez on a regular basis after that. Andy got his videos and pictures, but his sense of unease never went away. His wife’s slutty behavior turned him on, there was never any doubt about that, but no matter how many times he tried to analyze it, how hard he tried, Andy just couldn’t feel right about it.

  Stephanie made Dez stick to the no screwing around at work rule, at least at first. Her fear of being discovered overcame the throbbing need she felt whenever Dez was around. It was a struggle. Real life made it impossible to see Dez as much as she would have liked. Even once a week wasn’t practical. She saw him twice in the first month, and even that took juggling the family schedule. Stephanie felt guilty to be missing out on family time and leaving Andy home alone with the kids. That guilt was quickly forgotten when she was back in Dez’s arms.

  Dez couldn’t get enough of the hotwife, but he knew he had to stay respectful and not push her for more than she was ready to give. His other lovers had given him more of their time, so it frustrated him to see Stephanie on such a limited basis. It didn’t help that he had to see her every day. Dez felt a pull toward Stephanie he’d never experienced with a hotwife before. He played it cool, but subtly chipped away at her resolve to play it safe, and the plan paid dividends.

  Stephanie gave in on the work thing first. She hoped Andy would put his foot down and tell her it was a bad idea, but he only encouraged her to go for it. She suspected he was reasoning that if she fucked Dez on her lunch break it wouldn’t take time away from the family. Stephanie was careful to leave work separately from Dez when they met, and she would only go places they couldn’t possibly be discovered. That translated to a lot of car sex. It was fortunate Dez had such a large SUV. This circumstance led to Stephanie changing how she dressed for work, trading jeans and slacks for a lot of skirts and dresses. People noticed, and the extra attention from her male coworkers only made Stephanie more daring. She knew there were whispers she was having an affair, but as long as no one pinned them to Dez, she let them gossip. Stephanie took to practically snubbing Dez in the office to overcompensate.

  Dez was willing to have Stephanie anywhere. His thirst for the tight-bodied hotwife was unquenchable, but he wanted more space to play with her than the back of his SUV. His place was too far from work, and he knew she would never bring him home, but there was a no-tell motel not too far away. He would have taken Stephanie somewhere nicer, but the truth was that neither of them had the money to regularly hit a hotel. She laughed the first time be suggested it.

  “I can’t meet you at a motel for a nooner. That’s crazy.” Stephanie was brushing out her hair after fixing her clothes in the backseat.

  “Is it crazier than this?” he asked.

  “Maybe not? I don’t know. It just feels so…I don’t know.”

  “I thought you’d like it. You like being dirty, Steph.”

  She gave him the distinctive sideways smile that Dez found so cute. He liked that smile because it reminded him of her other life, and remembering that Stephanie had a husband and family and a whole life in the suburbs made fucking her so much hotter.

  “Someone could see our cars parked there,” she worried. Since meeting for lunch had become a semi-regular thing, they’d devised a plan where Stephanie would leave her car in a lot by the mall and Dez would pick her up. They went to a dark back corner of the parking garage at the mall.

  “Who’s going to be looking for our cars there? Think of it as an adventure.”

  Stephanie took the suggestion to her husband and Andy thought it was a better idea than meeting in the car. She’d hoped Andy would be the voice of reason, but he was not. Dez was thrilled when she told him the news and they made plans.

  Andy wasn’t as excited about the cheap motel as he pretended to be, but he had made the decision he wasn’t going to be the wet blanket that stopped Stephanie from doing what she wanted. He wasn’t her daddy, Andy reasoned, and it wasn’t his place to tell her what she could and couldn’t do. He’d hoped against hope that this was a phase and Stephanie would get it out of her system, but his wife showed no signs of slowing down. She was fucking her lover several times a week now and showed no signs of slowing down.

  The motel was well and truly a dive, with cheap periwinkle wallpaper and a nautical theme that looked like it’d been last updated twenty-five years ago. It still had a big, tube television. Stephanie had never been in such a place and was fascinated by it. Just stepping into the rundown room made her feel like a cheap w
hore, and the first time Stephanie felt a tingle as soon as she arrived.

  “What do you think?” Dez asked, pushing the door closed behind them.

  “It’s…something.” Stephanie looked down at the stained duvet covering the queen-sized bed with distain.

  “Not up to your standards, princess?”

  Stephanie turned toward Dez but found him smiling. “Somehow I don’t think you’d bring someone like Charlotte to a place like this.”

  “She might like a place like this for the kitsch value. But she usually books the hotels, and she only does 5-star. You can book our place the next time, if you’d like.”

  Stephanie’s smile quirked up. “5-star isn’t in my budget. This will do for our purposes. It’s not like we’re moving in. We only need about forty minutes.”

  “Is that all?”

  “We can’t come back from lunch too late. We’ve really been pushing it lately. It looks suspicious if we both come back late on the same days.”

  “You worry too much, girl.”

  “Sorry. I want to keep this private.”

  “I get it.”

  Stephanie turned on a light and threw back the duvet. The white sheets underneath didn’t look much cleaner, but they would do. She tossed back the top sheet and the blanket too. Her phone went on the nightstand, leaned against the cheap lamp. She turned to Dez and began unbuttoning her pink fitted blouse. “Well?”

  “You don’t want to be romanced, baby?” Dez pulled his shirt off.

  “We don’t have time for that, hon.”

  Dez watched Stephanie undress. It had been too long since he’d seen her really strip down. Sex in his SUV mostly involved hiking up her skirt and pulling off her top. He never got to sit back and regard her body. He took his time undressing as he watched her. Stephanie caught him, smiled, and slowed her undressing too. Her tits strained against a black lacy bra, which she left on while she unzipped her black skirt. She turned to show him her tight ass in a black thong. Dez surged to full mast, ready to take the hotwife.

  Stephanie’s heart pounded from flaunting her body. She’d never tire of the way Dez looked at her. She left her lingerie on and knelt in front of him in her low heels. Dez loved when his women started by going to their knees. It was a power trip for him, and Stephanie was happy to indulge. She pulled his cock out and it practically slapped her in the face.