Stephanie’s Hotwife Seduction

by Kirsten McCurran

  “That’s on me. I cop to it. This isn’t easy for me to talk about, Steph. I don’t even have a reference point for all this.”

  “If it’s torturing you…”

  “I told you before; it’s not that simple, Steph.”

  “I just don’t understand. I know you like it, but I feel like you don’t like me doing it.”

  “But you like doing it.”

  “I can’t lie to you, babe. I do. I love how I feel with him. But…”

  “I know, you don’t have to say it again. But it’s got nothing to do with me. You love me, not him. I get it, Steph.”

  “Why do I feel like you don’t believe me?”

  Andy searched for the right words. He believed her, or at least believed she believed what she was saying. “I believe you. I just can’t get over my worries, no matter how much it turns me on.”

  “I don’t think there’s anything I can tell you at this point that’s going to make you more comfortable with this.”

  “Probably not.”

  Stephanie’s heart sank. Here it comes, she thought. “I’m sorry, Andy. What do you want?”

  Andy saw how twisted she felt inside, and it pained him, although the fact that she was twisted played to his fears. He started with, “I’m not asking you to stop, not right now.”

  “Okay.” She hoped her relief wasn’t too obvious.

  “I think it’s time I came along.” There. He said it. Andy couldn’t back out now. Fear gripped him.

  “Really? Are you sure?” She’d thought she was ready for anything, but she wasn’t ready for that.

  “I think so,” he replied timidly.

  “If you’re not sure…”

  “I’m as sure as I can be. Listen, Steph. I think if I’m there, watching, it’ll be different for me. I’ll feel like I’m part of it.”

  “That’s how I want you to feel. It’s how I’ve always wanted you to feel.”

  Andy watched his wife visibly relax. She was really afraid he was going to tell her to stop seeing Dez. He knew it. Stephanie didn’t want to give up her lover. Andy thought about the things she said in bed with Dez. Please fuck me! Please don’t stop! Please fuck my ass! His wife loved Dez’s thick, black cock. It had turned her into a new woman. Andy felt himself getting hard just thinking about it. Stephanie must have sensed a change in him, because she crawled across the couch to him.

  “It’s going to be good for you. I promise. I’ll make sure it’s good for you,” she cooed.

  “I know you will, Steph.”

  Stephanie tore off her sweater. She wore a tight cami underneath. Her breasts threatened to burst from it. Her nipples stared at Andy through the thin, stretched material. Andy’s thoughts turned cloudy, the way they always did when Stephanie came on to him. He knew he was easy, but who would blame him? His wife was so damned sexy.

  “When do you want to do this, babe?” She rubbed him through his pants.

  “Set it up. Just let me know when and where.”

  She kissed him—slow and deep, tugging at his pants.

  “I’ll take care of it, babe. Now let me take care of you.”

  Stephanie twisted her hair back in a knot and went face down on him as she freed his cock. Andy was afraid he might come right in her face. Her mouth closed over him and he shut his eyes, thinking about his wife doing the same thing to her lover. It was all he thought about these days.

  Twenty

  Dez did a last-minute walkthrough of his apartment to make sure he’d done a proper job cleaning the place. His bed had fresh sheets, the bathroom was stocked with clean towels, and he had drinks ready. He didn’t mind hosting couples here, but he preferred meeting them at their place, or even a hotel. He’d suggested a hotel to Stephanie, but she said it just wasn’t in their budget this month. Dez understood. He did well as a delivery driver, but he wasn’t rolling in cash either. Not every hotwife couple was like Charlotte and her husband.

  The couple would be here soon, and Dez found he was uncharacteristically nervous. He’d fucked many women with their husbands present in the room. Dez enjoyed making the hotwives his in front of their men but found some of those women could be many different degrees of reserved with their husbands physically in attendance, which meant they were more fun to play with alone. But the usual rules didn’t apply to Stephanie. Dez had known for a while that his feelings toward the pretty, brunette hotwife were different than the ones he had for his other women—and it wasn’t just because she was so sexy. Stephanie’s spark ignited him in a way no other woman could touch. So tonight, everything had to be perfect. Dez knew if the night went badly, her husband could pull the plug. She had never been specific, but Dez had always gotten the impression that their arrangement was on shaky ground with her husband.

  The intercom rang, and Dez jumped at the bleating noise. It was jarring against the background of soft R&B he’d put on. He pressed the button that unlocked the security door downstairs. Stephanie knew his apartment number. Dez took a deep breath and prepared himself to charm Andy.

  Andy shook Dez’s hand when they walked into the apartment, but he had tensed up the moment he entered Dez’s presence. It was the first time he’d actually been around Dez since that night they had run into him on their date night—the night that had kicked all of this off. Andy hadn’t given Dez any serious thought that night, but in his presence this time, Andy sensed the confidence and strength that rolled off Dez in waves. He could see in an instant why his wife was so enthralled by the man. Dez was a couple inches taller than him and had an easy smile. His braided hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. Present or absent, Andy couldn’t help being jealous of his wife’s Bull, but in person Dez was one of those guys it was difficult to be hostile to.

  “Can I get you guys something to drink?” Dez asked, after greeting Stephanie with a hug and a peck on the cheek. He knew to play it cool and not grab her like he normally would.

  “Wine for me, please. You know what I like,” she replied.

  “Jack and Coke, if you have it,” Andy said as casually as possible, walking into the living room and taking in the place. It was nicer than he’d expected. He thought it would be more of a stereotypical bachelor pad. Andy reasoned it was probably decorated to make wives feel more at ease.

  The living room and kitchen were in an open space design, allowing Dez to watch his guests as he prepared their drinks. Andy was clearly tense, and Stephanie stayed close to him, rubbing his arm and whispering something Dez couldn’t hear. He tried to keep from gaping at Stephanie, but it wasn’t easy. She looked good in anything, but she looked particularly sexy tonight. Slipping out of her coat, the hotwife revealed a tight, see-through navy lace top that stretched tightly over her ample chest. Her tits pushed a low-cut navy bra to its limits. A black wrap skirt, black fishnets—which Dez hoped were stockings—and stiletto heels completed her look. Dez was practically drooling. If her husband wasn’t here, Dez would have been all over Stephanie.

  Andy noticed how Dez looked at his wife. He didn’t blame Dez. She looked amazing. Seeing the Bull’s hunger for his wife made Andy stir in his pants. He almost wished Dez would just grab Stephanie and get the night started. Andy didn’t know how much small talk he could handle.

  Dez distributed the drinks and invited the couple to sit. They took the loveseat, while he sat across from them in an oversized armchair. Stephanie held Andy’s hand tightly. She could see he wanted to down his drink in a single gulp. She began to fear this wasn’t going to work. Andy had said he wanted to be here, but she didn’t know if he could really handle it and most likely he didn’t know either. Stephanie wondered if she could temper her enthusiasm with Dez so Andy wouldn’t be hurt. She knew that seeing Dez fuck her in person would not be the same as watching a video. She also sensed the coiled desire in Dez, and it made her damp between her legs. Stephanie couldn’t be this close to Dez without hungering for him.

  “How does this usually go?” Andy asked. It felt like they were waiting f
or him—the husband—to start things. The sexual tension between his wife and her Bull made him sweat.

  Dez smiled, hoping to put Andy at ease. “I don’t know that there is a usual. I don’t have a handbook.”

  “It would be interesting reading if you did,” Stephanie added.

  “A manual on how to seduce other men’s wives would be a bestseller,” Andy commented. When he saw they couldn’t tell he was kidding, he added a chuckle and said, “I’d buy it.”

  “I don’t really seduce wives,” Dez said. “I mean I don’t go out and try to screw married women.”

  “They just come to you,” Andy said.

  Dez shrugged instead of answering.

  “I mean, I get it. I understand why.”

  “I don’t make anyone do anything, man,” Dez replied.

  “I know. I’m not trying to be a dick. I meant what I said. Couples come to you. You provide a service.”

  “You could look at it that way. I’m not some kind of gigolo, though.”

  “I’m not saying that…”

  Stephanie saw the night really going off the rails. She didn’t know if Andy was trying to ruin it on purpose or not, but it was certainly going that way. She jumped in. “Dez helps couples fulfill their fantasies, that’s all, really. Everyone’s a consenting adult. Everyone’s having fun.”

  “That’s how it’s supposed to be,” Dez agreed.

  Except I never knew I had this fantasy until he came along, Andy thought. He still wasn’t positive he did have it. Stephanie clearly had, even though she’d never said anything. Andy took a deep breath and downed his drink. He knew he had to chill out. Between his nerves and his erection, he wasn’t thinking clearly.

  “Let me get you another, man,” Dez said.

  Andy offered up his glass and Dez returned to the kitchen.

  “Are you okay with this? We can cancel,” Stephanie whispered, squeezing Andy’s hand tighter.

  “I’m good. I’m good. Really,” Andy said. “I’m not going to ruin this for you.”

  “It’s not just about me, babe. If you don’t want to do this…”

  “I do. I want you to do it. And I want to be here.”

  “If you’re not sure…”

  “Steph, I really want to. I mean it.”

  Dez returned with Andy’s refill and sat back down. He’d overheard bits of the couple’s conversation but pretended he hadn’t. He sincerely wanted Andy on his side, but he knew from experience that if he pushed, or was overly friendly, it wouldn’t help. Only a few of the husbands wanted to befriend him. Most preferred to keep him at arm’s length.

  “So really, how does this go?” Andy asked.

  “Any way you want it to, man. I’m here to serve,” Dez said.

  You’re here to fuck my wife, Andy thought, not in an entirely negative way.

  “What do you want, babe? What do you want me to do?” Stephanie asked.

  “I don’t know. I guess whatever you usually do.”

  Stephanie looked from her husband to Dez. It felt too strange to just walk over to Dez and start fooling around with him while her husband sat right there. She and Dez exchanged a look.

  “Sometimes husbands like to give their wives to me—like present them,” Dez suggested.

  Andy mulled it over. It sounded appropriate. “How do I do that?”

  Dez smiled. This was one of his favorite scenarios. It was one thing to make a hotwife his in front of her husband, but quite another to have that husband present his wife. His heart began pounding in anticipation.

  “Stephanie, stand up, girl,” Dez instructed.

  Goosebumps broke out across her flesh, and Stephanie was suddenly so dizzy that she didn’t know if she could stand. She kissed Andy’s cheek and stood in front of Andy. A low coffee table separated her from Dez.

  “If you don’t mind, Andy, I’d like to see more of your wife.”

  “I get it. She’s fucking hot,” Andy replied, barely recognizing his own voice.

  “Let me see some skin.”

  Andy sat forward, placing his hands on his wife’s waist. A golden buckle held her wrap skirt closed. His hands trembled so much he could barely operate the buckle. Despite being all thumbs, he freed the buckle and tugged at the waist of her skirt. The fabric came apart, opening like a curtain to reveal a major portion of Stephanie to her Bull. Andy groaned from his tension and placed the skirt beside him on the loveseat.

  Stephanie was wearing thigh highs, as Dez had hoped, and her top was a bodysuit, sheer all the way down to the crotch. He didn’t see any panties beneath it. He took a calming breath to maintain his cool. He wanted just to pounce on her and pound his cock right through the hotwife. He considered leaning her back against her husband as he fucked her. Some guys liked that. He wondered what got Andy off about this experience.

  “Turn around, baby,” Dez said smoothly.

  Stephanie turned. She felt so exposed, a feeling she was getting used to with Dez, but this was different—more intimate—to be displayed with Andy present. She could feel the smooth fabric of the bodysuit was slick with her arousal where it rubbed her pussy. She knew her husband could see it as she stood in front of him while showing Dez her ass. The bodysuit didn’t cover much in the back.

  Andy saw she was wet. Stephanie was ready to fuck, and she hadn’t even been touched yet. She is such a slut, he thought. It was a compliment. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to play with her, but it didn’t feel appropriate. Stephanie hadn’t dressed like this for him. She wasn’t wet for him. This was all for her Bull. His stomach tightened. It was so wrong. Why did he love it?

  “Mmm, she’s got such a sweet ass, doesn’t she, Andy?”

  “I’m right here,” Stephanie interjected. She felt compelled. She didn’t want to admit she liked being objectified like that.

  “I know, baby. I see you. And you have a sweet ass,” Dez replied, chuckling.

  “You do, Steph. I love your ass,” Andy agreed. He knew he shouldn’t need Dez to remind him to tell her.

  “What do you think, Andy? Think she needs some attention?”

  Andy stared at her nipples, straining through her bra and the stretch-lace bodysuit, and down at her wet cunt. “Yeah, she’s definitely needs some attention.”

  “Got any ideas, my man?”

  Stephanie realized she was trembling in her heels. “One of you better stop talking about me and do something to me, or I’m gonna scream.”

  “I think she should suck your dick,” Andy said. Speaking the words aloud jolted him. How could he say that?

  “Better listen to your man, girl.”

  “If that’s what he wants.”

  Andy stared up into his wife’s eyes. “Do it, Steph. Suck his fucking dick.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Stephanie bent over, grasped his face with her hands and kissed her husband deeply. As she straightened, she mouthed thank you to him, and turned to her lover. She shoved the coffee table aside, straightened, took three steps, and knelt submissively in front of Dez. When she looked up, she was already lost in his eyes. His power over her was almost hypnotic, and tonight it was amplified by Andy ordering her to perform for him. Stephanie wasn’t just submissive to Dez anymore, but now to Andy as well. She could hardly stand it. Stephanie wanted her husband and her Bull to tag team her. She wanted to be used. But for now, she was to please her Bull.

  The world seemed to go sideways as Andy watched his wife take out Dez’s black snake and suck it. His view was limited, being behind her, but just seeing Stephanie’s head slowly bobbing in the other man’s lap was surreal. The emotions hit Andy so fast, from so many sides, he didn’t know what he was feeling from one second to the next. He was excited, nauseous, hard, jealous, enthralled, all at the same time. It should have been impossible to feel all those things at once, but Andy felt them. He watched Dez smooth Stephanie’s chestnut hair down and gently hold her head, keeping her down on his shaft longer. Andy heard wet sucking sounds, and his wife stru
ggling to contain all that cock in her mouth over Dez’s shitty music, and the sounds alone almost made Andy come in his pants.

  “Fuck, she knows how to suck cock, man. Did you teach her that?” Dez moaned.

  Andy’s mouth was dry, but he found his voice. “We learned everything together.”

  “You taught her good. She’s hungry for that fucking cock. Bet you use this mouth every night.”

  Andy was getting a lot of oral sex these days, but Stephanie hadn’t sucked him very often before meeting Dez. He owed the Bull that much. But he didn’t feel that even now Stephanie attacked his cock the way she was going after Dez’s. Stephanie sucked her Bull’s cock like she was starving for him. Dez kept grunting encouragement to Stephanie as she sucked, keeping all his attention on her. Andy knew it shouldn’t but hearing the Bull talk about his wife that way enflamed him.

  “You’re gonna make me come you keep doing that, baby. Shit. Oh fuck,” Dez moaned, jacking his prick up into Stephanie’s hungry mouth.

  Dez was glad he’d jerked off before the couple came over, because otherwise he’d be blasting his load right into Stephanie’s mouth, and he did not want to have a poor showing tonight. He had a show to put on, and one glance at Andy told him the husband was eating it up. He’d learned over the years that all these men wanted to see their wives used like whores, and Dez was more than happy to make that happen. But he really had to pull Stephanie off his dick before he shot his load.

  Stephanie sucked Dez like she was possessed. Her fears of being reserved with Andy present were unfounded. Instead, she found that with him right here she was driven to show him what a good little slut she was. Stephanie couldn’t be sure she’d feel that way all night, but at the moment she was all in. Dez had to use some real force to pull her mouth off his cock. She stared up at her lover panting, truly a bitch in heat. Dez pulled her to her feet and spun her, and there it was. Having to see her husband watch her lose control did make her feel different. Stephanie looked for judgment and anger on his face, but Andy only looked stunned. She hoped that was a good thing.