Satisfying Her Needs: A Hotwife Revealed Story (Her Needs Series)

by Blaise Quin

  I started to shake, the image overwhelming, Andie’s pussy grinding into my face, my cock rubbing against my zipper, hurting, but I didn’t care, I jerked myself wildly.

  Andie pulled my head away from her pussy, forcing me to look up at her, powerful, in control, and in that moment I understood what she had been talking about, what it felt like to be taken, to be forced, to be made to do what the other person wanted, helpless to resist.

  Maybe Andie was teaching me a different kind of lesson. The joy of now and then being dominated. Of feeling helpless. Of being told exactly what to do.

  “Did he fuck you?” I asked. I had to know. . .

  Andie stared at me, flushed, aroused, dominant, making me suffer waiting for the answer, and all it’s implications.

  “No. . .”

  Relief surged over me, my wife hadn’t been cheating, I hadn’t been licking her pussy right after another man had taken her, had maybe. . .

  And yet I felt a strange tinge of disappointment, until she said, “Not this time.”

  And she smiled, and I let out the breath I had been holding, my emotions a confused mix, relief, arousal, excitement. Was she just teasing me with that statement? Was this all part of a game?

  “Is that why you are so wet now?” I asked. “You’re thinking about him, licking you?”

  “Oh, no, Peter. I’m thinking aboutyou. Besides, Malcolm would never let me do this to him, put him on his knees.”

  And with both hands she grabbed my hair and thrust her pussy into my face, and, powerless, I opened my mouth to her, and as her orgasm hit I was forced to swallow everything, her juices, my pride, my equality.

  Chapter 9

  Andie had spooned with me that night in bed, a smile on her face. She had fallen asleep immediately, and seemed quite content. I on the other hand lay there wide awake, staring at the dark ceiling. I’d finally made my wife happy, sexually, yet not in any way I could ever have imagined.

  I had only myself to blame. I’d started this. And now, how could I complain? I told Andie I had wanted to have more sex. We were doing that. I told her I wanted her to be aroused. She certainly wasn’t having a problem with that.

  That old warning about being careful about what you wished for nagged at me. I had my wish, now I had to pay the price.

  Complicating everything was my own reaction to all of it. My fantasizes of Andie with another man. My arousal over seeing her flirt. My loss of control as I was being dominated by her.

  Was I some kind of weirdo, some sexual deviant?

  I carefully disentangled myself from Andie and quietly made my way down to the home office. In the dark, I started up the laptop and pulled up a search engine. Maybe someone had written about this particular. . .interest? Fetish? I didn’t even know what to call it.

  What to even search on? I typed ‘husband aroused thinking about wife with other men.’ There were thousands of hits, mostly from psychology and marriage websites.

  I read, fascinated. Wife watching was quite a common fantasy, in fact, it was one of the top ten male fantasies. The underlying reasons for it were varied, including voyeurism, which was no different than looking at porn in some ways, as well as something called ‘sperm competition.’ This was biological; if a man sees a female having sex with another male, the man (and often the woman) go into heat, causing the man to have greater sperm production, stronger sperm, and more desire, so that when he gets his chance with the woman, his sperm will win, his sperm will impregnate the woman.

  Basically, everything I read said it was pretty normal, especially as a fantasy. The fantasy was often shared with the wife, who contributed to the scenarios.

  Many couples also took it to the next level, and the husband actually watched the wife do it, for real. I gulped when I read this. I couldn’t believe people did it, but there were tons of blog posts and comments from couples who had. As long as both partners agreed, it actually seemed to contribute to their overall sexual satisfaction. Only when one partner was talked into it against their will (usually the wife) did it not work out.

  Next I searched on ‘husband watching wife have sex.’ This time, instead of scholarly articles, I got porn. Lots of porn. I glanced over my shoulder, a bit guilty about looking at porn with my wife upstairs. Sure, I looked at porn, but never when Andie was home.

  The first video I watched was obviously staged; some fake breasted, breathless, platinum blonde having sex, her face contorted in a moue, and another guy watching.

  Another site I clicked on required a subscription, which I wasn’t about to do. But I did look at the list of ‘categories’ and saw one that said ‘wives.’ When I clicked on that, I found an entire list of sublinks: hotwife, wife watching, wife sharing, threeway, homemade, and cuckold.

  Wow.

  I did a separate search on ‘homemade wife watching’. Another massive list of sites, images, and videos. Amazingly, these in fact did seem to be homemade. Just average looking people, no studio lighting, probably even cell phone videos. In many of them, women having sex, and another man either visible, or obviously running the camera.

  Hotwife, it turned out, was the entire idea of a wife flirting, or actually having sex, with another man. I came across a story site where I read about wives titillating their husbands by dressing sexy and then talking about how they picked up other men. Or the husbands would surreptitiously watch, like in a bar, as the wives flirted with other men.

  Just as I had watched Andie.

  So I wasn’t weird. This was pretty common. Or, at least not uncommon. And some of these people actually posted images and videos of themselves doing it. with their faces, in most cases, pretty visible.

  What kind of people would do that? My career would be ruined if anyone saw me in a porn video. I wondered if some couples got off on it so much that they were willing to take the chance.

  In one video a woman was lying on her stomach, a young stud fucking her from behind. Another man sat by the bed, holding her hand. She was being driven so hard into the bed her face was mashed into the sheets, her hair wild. Her legs bent up, her feet curled, and she reached back to grab the hip of the man fucking her, pulling him into her, harder. Her wedding ring and diamond flashed in the lamplight.

  The man holding her hand, obviously her husband, said, ‘How does that feel?’ And the wife replied, “It’s amazing, he’s so big!’ And behind her the man grunted and fucked her, slamming into her, and the woman moaned, she was really getting off on it, and she reached for her husband’s crotch, trying to free him, but the guy fucking her pulled her arms away and pinned her to the bed, and the husband said, ‘It’s okay, honey, go with it’, and the woman squeezed her husband’s hand as the stud slammed her, and she was screaming. . . unfortunately, the video ended there, with a solicitation to buy a subscription to the site.

  My cock had grown rock hard watching, but I wasn’t just thinking of the people in the video, I was thinking of Andie, and me holding her hand as she was taken by another man. . .

  I clicked on another link. I watched, shocked, as a woman had sex with two black men, and a white man, supposedly her husband, watched helplessly, lamely, from a chair in the corner. The woman got into it slowly, every so often looking at her husband, mostly avoiding the camera. She seemed, not quite reluctant, but at least hesitant. Until one of the black men pulled out his cock and dangled it in front of her, and just like that, it was like a switch going off, the woman stared at it, mesmerized. I haven’t gone around checking out men’s cocks, especially erect ones, but this one was just huge. Slowly she reached out to touch it, like she couldn’t believe it was real. She wrapped both her hands around the shaft, and still a few inches were left over, and almost reverently, she kissed the head, and within seconds was sucking on it with abandon, her husband forgotten.

  My cock twitched as I watched her have sex with both men at the same time, on all fours, one guy in her mouth, one in her pussy. She had what certainly looked like a real orgasm, and then another so
fast I couldn’t tell if it was a continuation of the first. She got rolled over, and one man took charge, fucking her in the missionary position, her legs wrapped around his back, spread wide, her face now visible to the camera, eyes closed in ecstasy. The guy fucking her started to groan, and she whispered, Give it to me, and he came. The woman grabbed onto him like she wanted to drain his cum, although I assumed he was wearing a condom. Yet when he rolled off I could see that he wasn’t. The other black guy shoved his cock in her mouth and she sucked him until he came, shooting into her mouth.

  The video was so hot I freed my cock from my pants and started to stroke myself, praying that Andie wouldn’t come downstairs.

  One of the black men picked up the camera and zoomed in on the woman’s pussy, spreading her legs, and I could see the cum dripping from her. Then the husband sat on the bed, and bent down toward his wife, and she pulled him close, kissing him, even though he knew she had just swallowed another man’s cum.

  If that weren’t enough, the man slid down the bed, his head between her legs, as if he wanted to see for himself what she had done, the proof. His hand went to his own cock, he started to jerk himself off, and then. . .

  My eyes widened in disbelief as he buried his face between his wife’s thighs and began licking her. Her hands went to his head, I couldn’t tell if she at first was trying to push him away, but then she grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him into her, grinding her pussy against his mouth.

  Just as Andie had done to me earlier tonight.

  Was this what Andie had been fantasizing about? Having sex with another man, taking his cum, and then making me lick her?

  Even as the thought grossed me out I couldn’t take my eyes away from the screen, watching the man jerk himself off, just as I was now. Abruptly, the woman rolled over so that she was straddling her husband, sitting on his face, her head thrown back, smothering him. I could almost taste the juices that must have been forced into his mouth, and the very thought of it made my cock jerk, and I grabbed for a tissue as I shot my cum, my eyes never leaving the woman’s face, her eyes alive, powerful, with the same intensity I had seen on Andie just a few hours ago.

  Over the next few weeks Andie and I had more sex, better sex. In fact incredibly hot sex. Sometimes I’d barely be out of the shower at night and she’d be all over me, pulling me onto the bed. She would always turn the lights out, and I had no doubt that she was thinking about other men sometimes, if not all the time.

  Often it bothered me, but one night she was on her stomach, and I was on top of her, and I remembered the video of the guy holding his wife’s hand as she was being fucked. In the dark I pretended it was someone else on top of Andie, and I pulled her arms forward and held her hand as I slammed into her. She squeezed my hand, and if she was thinking of someone else I was as guilty as she was, because although I wasn’t thinking of another woman, it was almost the same, I was getting myself off with not just my wife, but with a fantasy.

  Each time Andie had been soaking wet, so different from before, always ready for me, even without foreplay, making me wonder how much time she spent thinking about sex when she was alone, which of course made me wonder if she had been out flirting, building up a library of new men to get her worked up, to dwell on all day until she finally could use my cock as a surrogate for them.

  My suspicions were confirmed one morning when I didn’t have to go into the office right away; I had a mid morning flight and I was going to go to the airport from home. So I slept in a little, not in a hurry to get up for once.

  I rarely got to see Andie get ready for her day, she normally got out of bed well after I did. She had been going to the gym, so I thought maybe today she’d put on a pair of yoga pants, or if she was going to stay home, just some jeans, which is what she was usually wearing when I came home from work.

  Instead, when Andie emerged from the shower she sat in front of the mirror and proceeded to carefully apply some makeup. She was naked except for a towel wrapped around her chest, revealing her shoulders and some of her back. Her arms and shoulders were definitely more toned; she had been spending time at the gym. There’s something about seeing a woman who is in good shape from behind, even if you can’t see any of her ass or legs; this is what made dresses that were cut low in back so sexy if the woman had the right build. And Andie did.

  I pretended I was still asleep, watching her through my half closed eyes. Andie’s focus was on the mirror, which was angled slightly away from me, and I would be able to tell if she glanced my way.

  After finishing her makeup Andie moved to the dresser and pulled out her underwear. She hung up the towel and I almost gave myself away; I hadn’t seen her body naked in the bright light in quite a while, and she looked amazing. Small droplets of water glistened on her legs and arms. Andie wasn’t one to parade around naked, yet this morning she didn’t seem at all self conscious nude, maybe because she thought I was sleeping.

  As she bent over to put on her panties her beautiful ass was thrust toward me. Her legs were slim enough that I could see right through her thighs, her pussy clearly visible. In some of the porn I had looked at, many of the women were not in as good shape as Andie; the back of their thighs and asses all ran together, and even if they were not overweight it was just one mass of flesh. Not Andie. The top of her thighs were distinct from the crease which outlined her butt. It wasn’t a tiny ass to be sure, but it was firm and separate from her back and legs. Just before she finished pulling up her panties I caught a glimpse of her labia, and I had to control myself from jumping up and bending her over right there.

  Then came the bra, which matched. Not a sports bra, but a lacy, dressy bra. Andie gave it that little twist that women do, getting it set right, and then disappeared into the closet for a moment.

  She came back with a dress on a hanger. I’d never seen it before, and I was a little surprised; it seemed awfully dressy for nine o’clock in the morning. She hung the dress on the closet door. From the bureau she pulled out a package. Stockings.

  She was putting on a dress and stockings. Where the hell was she going?

  Andie set her foot on the stool, pulling the top of the stocking up to her thigh. She repeated this with the other leg, and then gave her legs a brief once over, arching her feet and tightening her calf muscles, turning her leg one way and another.

  She always had good legs, but seeing her like this, in nothing but stocking and underwear. . .

  I must have let out a little moan, because Andie said, “See anything you like?”

  Caught. I opened my eyes. “Everything.”

  Andie smiled. “Well, now that you don’t have to pretend you are sleeping anymore, you can help me with my zipper.” Andie slid into the dress, not skintight, but not loose either; you could see the curves of her hips and breasts.

  “Is that for me?” I asked.

  “You have a flight to catch, remember? You’d better get going.”

  “Are you going somewhere special?” I asked, still not getting out of bed, just happy to be watching her get ready.

  “No, just some shopping,” she said. Andie disappeared into the closet again and emerged with two pairs of shoes. She slipped into some classy pumps, kicked them off, and then tried on another pair with even higher heels.

  She looked at herself in the mirror, turning this way and that, and smiled. I did too, seeing how the heels set off her legs. She looked elegant and hot at the same time.

  “Kind of dressy for just shopping, isn’t it?” I asked, my cock jumping as it slid against the sheets. Andie looked sexier dressed then she had undressed, if that were possible.

  Andie didn’t turn to me, still intent on getting her look just right in the mirror. “Depends on what you are shopping for.”

  And then it hit me. She was getting all dressed up to go looking for some men. She wanted to draw their attention, so she could flirt with them.

  I knew it, but I still wanted to hear her say it. Not just for confirmation,
but because. . .

  “What are you shopping for?” I asked, holding my breath.

  Andie finally turned to me. “Well, you’ll be gone tonight, and I’ll be all alone, and. . .”

  “And what?”

  “I thought that maybe I’d find someone to. . .”

  My cock pushed the sheet into a mound. Andie noticed it and came to stand by the bed, feeling for my erection.

  “To what?”

  “Well, first, to appreciate my outfit. It looks good, doesn’t it?”

  “So you dressed like that, for someone else?”

  “Well, only a little.” Andie slowly stroked my cock through the sheets. “Mostly I dressed like this because you were here, and I wanted you to see me get dressed.”

  “I’m glad you did.”

  “I thought so. I thought you might get a little excited seeing me get dressed up for other men.” She squeezed my cock. “And I see that you did.”

  “Uh, I, it’s because you look good.”

  Andie gave me a doubting look. “You’ve seen me get dressed before. I don’t remember this reaction. None of this is because you thought I might be getting ready for someone else?”

  Andie stared into my eyes as she continued to stroke my cock, rubbing the fabric up and down the shaft. “I admit, it’s a little bit of a turn on. Watching you. . .” I thought of the video. “I like to watch.”

  Andie’s eyes widened. “What would you like to watch me do?” She stopped moving her hand on me, and waited for my answer, as if that would make her decide whether to keep going. With stroking me. Or something else.

  I had been so excited seeing the guy in the video as he watched his wife. Not looking at him, I had no interest in that. But the whole scene, him holding his wife’s hand, the look on her face as she was being fucked, so into it, maybe not just the sex, but because her husband was there. I wasn’t sure if it was the sharing, or the voyeurism, or even some humiliation, but it worked.

  “Anything,” I whispered. “I’d watch anything you wanted to do.”