Stephanie’s Hotwife Seduction

by Kirsten McCurran

  Dez groaned as the hotwife took him in her mouth. In the few months they’d been together, Stephanie’s oral skills had come a long way. She could now easily relax her throat and deep throat him. Dez sometimes missed the way she used to struggle. But then she swallowed his entire length, locked her lips around the base of his cock, sucked him hard, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He disregarded her rule about messing up her hair at lunch and held her head, so he’d always be in control. She stared up at him, submission in her eyes, and pliantly sucked him. Her lips stretched around his base and her nose pressed to his shaved crotch. He could see her struggling to hold her breath, but Stephanie held him there. Dez felt his balls drawing tight. She was damn good with her mouth, better than any other hotwife he’d ever had—even Charlotte with all her porn star theatrics.

  Stephanie pulled herself off his cock, coughing as spit dribbled from her lips. She’d ceased being embarrassed by being a cock sucking mess. She licked his wet shaft and pressed it to her cheek as she sucked his musky balls. She stroked him while she sucked, tempted to make him come in her mouth. She missed him coming in her mouth, but in the car he always came in the condom. They both hated the condom, but they abided by Andy’s wishes. Stephanie wouldn’t suck Dez after he’d worn the condom. She hated the taste.

  Dez let her blow him for a couple minutes more, then tossed her onto the bed. He loved how easy Stephanie was to handle. He loved a hot little spinner. She backed toward the head of the bed, and he crawled after her. She had nowhere else to go, and he loomed over her, cock threatening.

  “Take off your bra, baby,” he commanded.

  “You wanna see my tits?”

  “Don’t tease me, girl.”

  “Will you punish me?” Stephanie trembled, hoping he’d say yes.

  “Do it.”

  Dez smirked as he watched her free her tits. Damn, those big tits were perfect. They had just the right amount of hang. He loved big, real tits. Dez mauled them with both hands. She yelped when he pulled on her nipples, biting her bottom lip. Stephanie reached for his arms, trying to pull him down to her. Dez swept his hand to the side, knocking her phone over. Stephanie reached out to fix it, but he pinned her arm down. She gasped. His other hand ripped her thong away. He didn’t care if she went back to work without panties. Dez pressed himself to her cunt.

  “Baby…the condom…” she moaned, keeping her voice low, so the recording wouldn’t catch her.

  Dez leaned close, nibbled her ear. “Not today,” he whispered. “I want to feel you. He can’t tell.” His lips slid down her neck.

  “But…” she weakly protested.

  Stephanie was silenced by a kiss and he jacked his cock into her. She gasped into the kiss and clung to his muscular body. Once he was fully sheathed inside her, all thoughts of condoms or stopping flew out of her head. His hot, bare cock felt perfect in her. It’s a little white lie, she told herself. It doesn’t matter if we do it this once.

  Dez took her slow and sensually, enjoying the feel of her body. He didn’t have to rush like in the backseat of a car. She tried to work her hand free of his, but he didn’t let her. Dez grabbed her other wrist and pinned it to the bed as well. Stephanie moaned from deep in her throat and thrust her tongue wildly into his mouth. Her legs hooked behind his knees and she pulled herself up onto him, impaling herself deeper. Her tight pussy squeezed him and Dez was in heaven.

  Stephanie was filled with butterflies at being held down on the cheap, scratchy motel sheets. His show of force almost made her come on the spot, but she had been wet before he even touched her. Just riding to the motel with him had that effect on her. The bed sounded like it was going to collapse under the weight of the coupling, and their wet sounds competed with the wheezing heater under the window. The room was chilly, but it was warm under Dez. She worked her body back against his twisting thrusts. God, those thrusts. Dez knew how to work his cock in ways that made Stephanie want to scream. Dez’s tricks in bed were mind-blowing.

  Dez let a wrist go, but only so he could work a hand under her, grabbing that perfect ass. He squeezed while prying her cheeks apart. Her pussy dripped down from their coupling, giving him just enough lube on the tip of his finger. Stephanie didn’t even flinch when he pressed it to her tight rosebud. He’d trained her well. His finger pushed into her and she let out a low, animalistic moan. He pressed deeper and her cunt clenched around him, making Dez moan. As she pumped herself up onto his cock, he worked his finger deeper and deeper into her ass.

  Stephanie welcomed the burning pain that came with his finger in her ass. She knew it would fade to sweet pleasure and make her orgasm burn that much hotter. She’d learned to love the finger in her ass but wondered when Dez was going to push her further. She knew he wanted to fuck her there. It scared her, but deep down she knew she wouldn’t deny him. Stephanie wouldn’t deny Dez anything.

  Dez stared down at her, watching her eyes go wide, while her mouth opened and closed. No words came out, only moans and whimpers. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” he cooed. “Come for me, baby. I wanna feel that pussy come.”

  “Yesss…baby…mmm…”

  “You need my big black cock, don’t you, girl?”

  “Yes! Fuck me, babe! Please fuck me!” she begged. Stephanie didn’t give a damn about his racial taunts, but she sensed Andy got something out of it, she was certain Dez did, and she would have agreed to anything, so he just kept screwing her. Stephanie was already close to her first climax. With Dez, she knew it would only be her first.

  “Oh fuck, girl…Steph…”

  “Yes! Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes! Goddam it! Yes!” she cried, her entire body tensing as a bright orgasm burned pleasure through it.

  “Yeah, baby, that’s it,” Dez groaned, forcing himself to hold out as her cunt contracted around his prick.

  He pulled his dripping cock from her before she could make him come and took a deep breath to calm himself. Dez felt an obligation to perform for this hotwife, which meant not giving into her incredible body too soon. He couldn’t do a line in the middle of a workday to hold out, so he had to do it the old-fashioned way.

  Stephanie stared up at him. Dez’s body was beautiful in its perfect masculinity. She wanted to climb it. She wanted to be all over him. She had only just climaxed, but the need still burned inside her. “You’re not done yet, are you?” she gasped.

  Dez chuckled. “That’s funny, baby.”

  After fixing the phone to record the action again, Dez spooned in behind Stephanie. Her husband would never be able to tell he didn’t wear a condom from that angle. He pulled her leg back and pushed inside her. He massaged her tits and teased her nipples as she slowly took her, burying his face in her hair to inhale the fresh scent of her flowery shampoo. Dez wanted to drive Stephanie out of her mind, because he was ready to reach another milestone. This cheap motel room was the perfect place to take her ass.

  Stephanie closed her eyes and just reveled in Dez possessing her. His cock rubbed her g-spot perfectly in that position, and he handled her breasts like he owned them. It felt like Dez owned her body, but she would never admit that to Andy. There were certain things she could never tell her husband about being with Dez. She could never expect him to understand or accept the way Dez made her feel. It wasn’t love, for sure, but it was something more than just sex. That would remain her secret. She opened her eyes and stared into the phone, imagining her husband watching them. Stephanie rubbed her clit while she stared into Andy’s imaginary eyes. She wanted him to see how much she enjoyed being a slut. It would make him come in two seconds and knowing that made every inch of her burn even brighter.

  “Oh god! Oh yes! Yes! Baby!” she cried, another orgasm sweeping her away.

  “Fuck, you can’t get enough, girl,” Dez whispered, his lips just beside her ear.

  “God…don’t stop…don’t stop…” she cried through her current orgasm.

  Dez wasn’t stopping. Oh, no. He fucked her right through her orgasm. He
fucked her faster and harder, letting go of her titties so her husband could see them bounce around on the video. He held onto her narrow hip and drilled her hard. Only when he was sure she’d come a third time did Dez slow down. She was ready.

  “Baby, don’t stop. I want you to come,” she panted, reaching back for his cock as Dez slipped it from her pussy.

  Dez nibbled her ear. “Not stopping, girl. I want your ass.”

  Stephanie couldn’t suppress her smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  “Do you want it, girl?”

  “I don’t know. Oh!”

  Dez pushed his fingers into her cunt, getting them nice and slick. He then pressed them against her asshole, slipping the tips past her tight ring. It felt good. Really good. His fingers stretched Stephanie open. She felt so full, but it only dully hurt—in a good way. Stephanie was still afraid it was going to hurt too much. His cock was much bigger than a couple fingers. And what would Andy think? She looked into the camera, and into Andy’s eyes past it. How dirty do you want me to be? She wondered. I’m such a slut, babe. I hope you love it.

  “Be careful, baby,” she sighed, the feeling of his fingertips in her ass winning her over.

  Stephanie gritted her teeth when Dez replaced his fingers with his cock. The spongey head pushed hard against her, and Stephanie didn’t think he’d be able to force it inside her. But Dez was insistent, pushing hard, and her tight anus stretched open. The pain was sharp, and Stephanie gave a mewing cry. Her entire body tensed and she fought the urge to tell Dez to stop. She was right. His big cock in her ass was not like fingers back there at all.

  “Relax,” Dez whispered. “Relax. It’s gonna feel good, baby. Rub your clit, girl.”

  Stephanie did as he instructed, fingers finding the throbbing nub of her clit. Pleasure spiked through her immediately, and the pain felt different. The sharp pain in her ass blended with the throbbing pleasure of her clit, and a heady feeling came over her. Stephanie was no longer fixated on the pain of the anal invasion and she relaxed. Her mouth hung open, and she gasped. She licked her dry lips, and before she knew it Dez was completely buried in her ass.

  “Ohgodohgodohgod…be gentle…” she moaned. Every time he moved, pleasure/pain jolted through her.

  “Always, girl.”

  This was one of Dez’s favorite things—taking a woman’s ass for the first time. It was especially delicious when a hotwife had a virgin ass. Dez was sure Andy did not use his wife’s ass, which was a shame. Stephanie had a hot little ass. Her ass squeezed his cock so tightly, Dez felt the cum bubbling in his heavy balls, but he fought back his orgasm. It wasn’t easy. Her anal chute rippled around him, randomly tensing, relaxing, even quivering, as the hotwife rubbed her clit. Dez decided she’d had enough time to adjust. He looked over Stephanie’s shoulder—at the camera on her phone. He wasn’t being mean, he just wanted her husband to see how much he enjoyed her ass. Dez held her hip and slowly started fucking Stephanie’s ass.

  “Oh…my…gawd!” she cried.

  It took time. Dez had to pull out and push back in very delicately, but Stephanie finally adjusted, and he fucked her tight little ass in earnest. He released her hips and played with her tits again.

  “Your ass feels so fucking good, baby,” he grunted.

  “Ohgodohgodohgod…fuck…ohgodohgodohgod…”

  “Can’t hold out, Steph. Gonna come in your ass…”

  “God….yesss…”

  “Do you want it in your ass, Steph?”

  Stephanie nodded, biting her lip. “Yesss…baby…”

  “Want my hot cum in your ass?”

  “Please…please…fuck…my…ass…Dez!”

  “Say it, girl!”

  “Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass, baby! Please!”

  “Oh fuck, Steph…fuck, girl…”

  “Yes…yesss…YES!”

  Stephanie screamed as she came. Begging her lover turned her on as much as the cock in her butt. She loved that Dez knew he had to stimulate her mind as well as her body, and Dez knew how to hit all the right buttons. She screamed and cried and shook in his arms. Her fingers grew wet and sticky as her pussy gushed. Dez made her climax harder than she ever had. It wasn’t the first time he’d taken her to a new level, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last.

  Dez growled and she felt him pumping his load into her ass. The sensation plus just the thought of it extended her own orgasm, and for a second Stephanie felt dizzy and faint. Her vision went blurry as she stared at her phone, picturing Andy watching her. What would her husband think about this?

  Nineteen

  Andy watched his wife getting ass-fucked. For the third time. He already came, but this time he was determined to watch the video through to the end. The first time he watched Dez take his wife’s ass Andy came in about thirty seconds. He lasted marginally longer the second time. Shame filled him when he thought of just how aroused this particular video made him, but that didn’t change anything. Andy couldn’t get enough of it.

  Stephanie came over and over in the video, begging Dez to fuck her ass. That filled Andy’s veins with acid but left his cock throbbing painfully hard. Please fuck my ass, Dez! The words echoed in his brain. Please fuck my ass, Dez! Andy got hard just remembering the words. It was his Pavlovian bell. For Andy, this was her ultimate surrender. His wife had given her lover everything there was to give. Stephanie had finally proved that she was fully Dez’s whore. Andy wasn’t sure whether it exhilarated or frightened him more. It didn’t help that she had never surrendered anal to him. To be fair Andy couldn’t recall ever asking for it, but that didn’t matter when he watched Stephanie frantically begging Dez for it. Dez had now had more of his wife than Andy ever had.

  And yet, Andy couldn’t be angry. Stephanie hadn’t done anything wrong. They had discussed her rules, and Andy had never said no anal sex. It’d never entered his mind. Andy had gotten the things he’d asked for. Stephanie was using condoms with Dez now. So Andy had no justification for being angry, but he couldn’t control how it made him feel.

  Stephanie did a good job of soothing his feelings. Perhaps she sensed she’d crossed a line. She was extra affectionate in the days afterward, and their sex was unhinged. His wife became his whore in the bedroom like never before. Andy knew he could be as filthy with her as he wanted to be, but he didn’t have it in him to be overly punitive or mean. It also occurred to him that they never made love anymore. Not really. They had sex every night, and it was wild and great, but they didn’t make love—not like they’d always done during all their years together. Andy loved his new, wild and crazy wife, but he also missed the old Stephanie. He wondered if she was still in there someplace.

  One night while he was taking her from behind, Stephanie offered Andy her ass. He paused in mid-stroke.

  “I want you to take it, babe. Please, baby. I want you in my ass,” she begged.

  Andy surged to a halt inside her and felt dizzy for a second. He had a sudden, mad thought: I’ll fuck her ass! I’ll ram it until she can’t sit down! But the words didn’t come out of his mouth. Andy couldn’t make himself do that to the wife he loved. Instead, he started moving again in her pussy while she kept begging for it in the ass. Andy came so fast his head spun.

  Stephanie knew Andy was different now, just as she was. She cooled it with Dez for a couple days, and made sure Andy knew it. She hoped that would make it blow over and things could return to normal, but they didn’t. She tried being Andy’s fantasy whore, going all out to prove there was nothing she would do for Dez that she wouldn’t do for her husband. If anything, that made Andy act even weirder. Stephanie didn’t know what to think when she’d begged Andy to fuck her in the ass and he didn’t do it. When she tried to ask him why not, he shrugged her off and just said he was tired.

  After a few days, Stephanie was back to fucking Dez again. She was frustrated that Andy wouldn’t communicate with her. If he wanted her to stop, he would have to tell her so. And if he couldn’t bring himself to do that, s
he was going to enjoy herself. Dez lured her to the sleazy motel again that Friday after work. Without the lunch hour time constraint, they could really enjoy each other. Unfortunately, that led to Stephanie staying with Dez way too long. It was almost 8:00 when she realized how late it was, and she scrambled home. Andy barely spoke to her all weekend, but he did fuck her—rougher than ever before. She knew she should be concerned, but the sex was incredible. Instead of confronting Andy, she would make him come to her.

  Andy became more and more tortured. He’d convinced himself he was losing his wife, no matter how desperately she clung to him. He was sure Stephanie was fully in thrall to Dez and it was a danger to their marriage, but he was still watching her videos every chance he got, and he feared his wife would thoroughly resent him if he told her to stop. After days of soul-searching, he finally realized the solution.

  Stephanie wasn’t surprised when Andy finally told her they needed to talk, but she was scared. They had been together for so long. She almost thought of her husband as an extension of herself, and yet she had no idea what was going to come out of his mouth. They’d stopped connecting on any fundamental level. Stephanie almost launched into an apology, but she held her tongue.

  They sat on the couch staring at each other.

  “Things have been pretty weird lately,” Andy began. They sat on opposite sides of the couch. He noticed how Stephanie sat with her legs crossed between them and her arms folded over her chest, her body almost quivering in self-defensive body language.

  “I know. We really need to talk about what’s going on.” Stephanie stared into her lap, unwilling to meet her husband’s eyes. She didn’t know how it was possible to feel guilty and resentful at the same time, but here she was.