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

by Blaise Quin

  ‘Spread your legs,’ he ordered.

  The woman didn’t, or if she was going to she didn’t do it fast enough, and the man grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her legs apart. He knelt on the bed, and with his cock in his hand he positioned himself over her. Then, with no foreplay, or preparation of any kind, he plunged his cock in her pussy. Naked, unprotected.

  I expected the woman to scream, but instead her body convulsed and she moaned, and it made me wonder how wet she must have been to have taken such a huge cock so quickly. The man began to fuck her, driving her into the bed so hard that the springs squeaked and the headboard rattled against the wall. Was this some game they played? What was all that about the condom?

  There was a brief pause in the music, a commercial, and in the gap I could hear the man’s grunts, animalistic. The woman groaned, and began to match his hard thrusts, pushing back against him, her hesitation overcome, wanting it now.

  The woman’s hair covered her face, and at one point she moved it back over her ear. Maybe she did want to be seen by the camera. Something in the gesture made me think of Andie, I had seen her do that a hundred times. For an odd moment I thought it was actually a video of Andie, maybe something she had done before we were married, that’s how much it looked like her.

  I forced myself to pause the video for just a second and checked to see if it had a date. It was posted recently, so that didn’t tell me anything. If this had been Andie, that would have been embarrassing, some old sex tape of hers on the internet.

  The video started again, and I freed myself from my pants, slowly jerking off, almost impossible to not pretend this was a video of Andie, already thinking of how she would respond when I showed it to her. It had all the elements. A big man, who now that I checked him out more, looked oddly familiar. The semi forced feeling. Everything was perfect.

  The man’s grunts became harsher, the woman moaning at virtually every thrust. I couldn’t take my eyes off her body, the way her legs were spread, her feet arched, her ass pressing up, impatient for the next thrust.

  Finally the woman turned her head on the pillow, toward the camera. I froze, stunned. She looked so much like Andie it could have been her twin sister. But Andie didn’t have a twin sister. The top of her face was the same, the same eyebrows. But I couldn’t see the rest of her face, it was pushed into the sheets.

  Once again she hooked her hair over her ear. I caught a flash of a wedding ring. Then it was gone. I froze the video and played it back. Something about it. . .

  The man was now leaning on his arms, his forearm blocking the woman’s face. I twisted my head unconsciously, as if that would help me see around the guy’s arm.

  The woman was now in a frenzy, squeezing the sheets, grabbing at the guy’s wrist. Now I got a good look at her hand, and again I froze.

  The ring. The platinum wedding band with the inlaid emerald stone, surrounded by diamonds. Exactly like the custom ring that I had made for Andie.

  Two things happened at once. The music changed, and a part of me recognized the song, a popular new release. Current, as in a few weeks ago.

  And the woman lifted her head off the sheets, looking right at the camera. Just her eyes were visible, the rest of her face cut off in the shot because the camera was pointing too high. But I’d know those eyes anywhere.

  Andie. My wife.

  The realization hit me, and I felt feint, almost falling out of my office chair. It wasn’t someone who looked like Andie, it was Andie. And not some old sex tape, the ring and the music proved that. This video had just been made.

  Andie stared at the camera, and I had no doubt that she knew she was being recorded. And then she winked at the camera.

  Winked.

  I was shaking, emotions overwhelming me. Andie looked at the camera for a few seconds, and then her eyes closed, she was getting lost in the sex, the man driving into her, and now she was moaning, and I knew that sound, she was close to an orgasm.

  “You’re such a slut,” the guy said.

  When Andie didn’t respond, the guy demanded, “Say it!”

  “I’m a slut!”

  “You want it, don’t you?” he said, his voice harsh.

  “I want it. . .”

  “Louder!”

  “I want it!”

  The guy’s grunts matched his thrusts, and then a deep growl emerged from his throat, the unmistakable sound a man makes as he shoots his load, and Andie matched him, shuddering, squeezing her legs together to hold him inside her.

  I had just watched someone cum inside my wife.

  My hand had gone to my cock on it’s own. Here was my fantasy come to life, but it was also evidence of my wife cheating on me. Making a video of it. Getting off on it. Having a man cum inside her. She must have known he had taken her unprotected, it was just as she had described in her fantasies, a man taking her, fucking her, cumming inside her. . .

  It was too much for me. A surge of cum shot from my cock, I didn’t even have time to get a tissue, the strongest ejaculation of my life, the first spurt hitting my computer screen. Right over the image of Andie’s face.

  Sperm competition. Seeing my wife being fucked, driving me to new heights. Sending my squirt out all the way to the computer screen. Watching her had literally made my ejaculation more powerful. Yet I was helpless to take her now. To get my turn.

  The guy rolled off her. Andie just lay there, breathing hard, her eyes closed, in post coital bliss. I knew that look. If I had any doubts before, even if I hadn’t seen her face or the ring, I would have known for sure it was her. Just the way she lay there.

  I sat there, breathless, overwhelmed. When had this video been taken? I forced myself to watch it again, looking for any hint. I thought back over the last few weeks. Andie had seemed even more worked up than usual. A few nights, the descriptions of her fantasies so vivid, our lovemaking ending with her sitting on my face. . .

  Sitting on my face. Had she come home from her tryst, after making this video, to sit on my face, after she had just been fucked?

  I gagged, thinking about it, even as I realized it was nothing more than what she had described to me, even as she had straddled me. And how excited I had been, thinking about her fantasy, almost pretending it was real, that she had really just been fucked by someone else.

  I staggered out of my office, pulling at my pants. What the hell was I going to do?

  Chapter 12

  I sat on the sofa in the dark. Anger, jealousy, pain, hurt, all welled up within me, competing for control. Part of me wanted to walk out, leave the house right now. Another part of me wanted to confront Andie, make her watch the video, and explain her betrayal.

  I lost track of time, the only sound the ticking of the kitchen clock. Andie was still upstairs, sleeping through my discovery, my shock.

  After all our discussions, all her professions of love, she had cheated on me. Brazenly. Even making a video.

  And yet. . .

  Had I driven her to this? I’d given more than tacit agreement to her flirting. I’d taken part in her fantasies, not only listening to her stories of being with other men, but urging her on. Had she taken the next step because of me? Or were the fantasies no longer enough, just as I had feared, and she needed more?

  Why the video? Had she meant to give it to me, to show me she didn’t need me any longer?

  And the guy. Who the fuck was the guy?

  For some reason I had to know that. Even though it was Andie who had cheated, who was ultimately responsible, I wanted to know who the asshole was who had been with her. I jumped up and ran into the kitchen, turning on the light, I didn’t care if Andie woke up. Her bag was on the counter as usual and I dumped out the contents.

  Her phone wasn’t password protected, I knew that because I had set it up myself. I swiped it and scanned through the texts. I didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. Texts to me, her girlfriends, the usual. No smoking gun, no meet me at the hotel for sex proof of her dalliance.


  I thumbed through her contacts. Although she had quite a few, I recognized most of the names and photos. There had to be something. . .I tried the recent phone calls. A ton of calls, shit, how did she have time to talk so much on the phone? Again, most were to or from contacts I recognized. A few I didn’t, but a quick search engine check identified them as stores, her dentist, and an incoming call from someone selling alarm systems, probably a robo dial.

  One number with a few calls in and out over the last month looked familiar, but I couldn’t place it. I searched on it and discovered why; it was my lawyer’s office. Why would Andie be talking to my lawyer? I handled all of our legal needs. If the lawyers needed a signature, they would have called me.

  Was Andie planning on divorcing me? That didn’t make sense. She wouldn’t use my law firm to do that.

  Fuck it. I had to know what was going on.

  I ran up the stairs to the bedroom and pushed open the door. The light from the hall carried into the room, where Andie lay blissfully asleep. I stopped, my anger momentarily held at bay by her peaceful beauty. She had curled over onto my side of the bed, her arm on my pillow, as if she had turned to me for comfort in her dreams.

  My heart leapt, both in love and in pain. How could this woman I loved so much have done this to me? And how could she lie in my bed, so soon after having been with someone else?

  I stole into the room and gently sat on the bed next to her. Maybe I could just ignore it, pretend I hadn’t seen the video. Suck it up. Assume it had been a one time thing, a temptation, a mistake.

  But the damage had been done. I’d seen it, in vivid color. And she’d slept with someone else. I wouldn’t be able to forget either the video or her transgression. Sooner or later, everything would come out. If she didn’t admit it, I’d blurt it out. Better now, get it over with.

  I wanted to be mad at her, I wanted to have enough anger to protect myself. But as I gazed at her sleeping form all I wanted to do was understand why.

  One last kiss. I wanted to have one good, final thing to remember.

  I bent over and brushed my lips against Andie’s check. She murmured, a smile breaking through her sleep, as if she was having a happy dream. Her hand covered mine and her legs nestled closer to my side of the bed, as if she were reaching out for me.

  “Andie,” I said gently, trying to keep my voice from breaking. “Andie, we need to talk about the video.”

  “Mmm,” she said, her eyes still closed, not fully awake. “Peter. . .the video. It was wonderful.” Her voice dreamy, happy.

  My worst fears realized. She had admitted it.

  “Wonderful?” I croaked. I couldn’t believe she was not only admitting to it, she was throwing it in my face as well.

  “That was the best surprise I’ve ever received. Thank you so much!” Andie’s eyes opened to a slit, finding me looking down at her. She smiled, then reached up and pulled my face to hers, giving me a passionate kiss. I was so flabbergasted I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t really kiss her back, but she was still half asleep, I don’t think she noticed.

  Andie lay back on the pillow, a big smile of contentment on her face. She stretched, like a cat waking from a nap, her arms over her head. Then she arched toward me, reaching out. “Why are you up? Come back to bed and snuggle.” Her voice was sleepy.

  Snuggle? That was the last thing I wanted to do right now. “Andie, the video.” I couldn’t think of what else to say, I was so angry and flustered and sad.

  Something in my tone must have caught her attention. Andie’s eyes fully opened. “What is it?”

  “I’ve seen the video.”

  Andie frowned. “Already? Did Rick send it to you?”

  “Rick? Who the hell is Rick?”

  Andie wagged her finger at me. “Okay, I’ll play along. He’s a guy I met at a restaurant, he was flirting with me, and. . .I did what you wanted. What we’ve been fantasizing about.”

  “Andie, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

  “You want to keep pretending, is that it?”

  “I’m not pretending.”

  Andie sat upright. “You sound serious.”

  “I am serious. Who’s Rick, and why is there a video of you on the internet having sex?”

  Andie’s eyes widened in shock. “On the internet? That’s impossible!”

  “It’s true. I just saw it.”

  “What were you doing looking on the internet for videos of me?”

  “I wasn’t. Not of you. We can talk about that later. Did you really have sex with someone else?” I knew she did, I had seen the evidence, I just needed her to admit it to my face.

  “I—I did. But I did it for you!”

  “For me?”

  Andie was hugging herself, a self defensive gesture. “We’ve been talking about this for months! I thought you wanted me to do it, you certainly mentioned it enough times, you wanted me to!”

  “Maybe, but I thought we’d talk about it first. Shit, Andie!”

  “You set the whole thing up!”

  “I didn’t do anything. What do you mean?”

  “The guy at the restaurant! Rick. He works in the law firm you use.”

  Suddenly I realized why the guy in the video had looked a little familiar. The guy in the restaurant Andie had been flirting with. I just hadn’t recognized him without all his clothes on. “I don’t get it.”

  Andie was staring at me wide eyed. “He said he had worked on our prenup. There’s a vague moral clause it there. I don’t remember, I didn’t pay much attention to it when I signed it. I didn’t care about your money, I just wanted you. But Rick said you made up this whole hotwife thing so you’d have a reason to divorce me. You’d claim that I was being slutty so you would not have to give me any assets in the divorce. When we were at the restaurant someone else was supposedly there, taking a video of me flirting with Rick. He said it was proof that I was fooling around, and he was going to give that video to you so you’d have evidence for a divorce. Unless I did exactly what he wanted me to. Have sex on tape.”

  I was stunned. “Andie, none of that is true. I don’t want to divorce you.”

  “I know. I knew it then, I went along with it, because I thought you had made all that up. You kept talking about a surprise, right? I thought this was the surprise, you set this whole thing up with Rick, he pretended that he’d be blackmailing me, so I’d have to do what he said. I was actually very touched you went to all the trouble, it was very creative.” Andie searched my face. “You really aren’t kidding? You didn’t plan this?”

  Could this be true? Andie thought I had arranged everything? I tried, hard as it was, to put myself in her shoes. Our fantasy talks had become more and more risqué, more and more specific. About her imagining having sex with someone else. About her really doing it.

  “I’m sorry, Andie, I didn’t. I had nothing to do with this.”

  “Oh my god.” Andie visibly shivered. “I—but the video! You said the surprise was a video. I let them take a video! It was going to be for you, Rick was going to send it to you, you know, as part of the whole thing, it was going to have a pretend blackmail demand. Look what your wife is doing. Something like that.”

  “But the guy, Rick? I don’t know him!”

  “I don’t understand. He knew all about you. And us. And our prenup. I spoke to him at your law firm, he called me from there! I saw it on the caller ID!”

  I tried to calm myself enough to figure it out. “The only thing I can think of is that he’s one of the associates there, he might have been the one who drew up the prenup. I probably never met him. Just the partner. When you met him at the restaurant, did you tell him your name before he brought all this up?”

  “I probably did. I thought he was hitting on me, and so I told him I was married, and he asked about my husband, and I told him who you were and what you did, and he said he knew you, he worked at the law firm you used. He knew all about us, I had no reason to question him. I didn’t think anything
of it at the time. It wasn’t until much later, after we had talked about our fantasies, and you mentioned the surprise video, that he called me up, telling me that blackmail story.” Andie’s tone changed. “Peter, I’m so sorry. I never would have done it if I didn’t think you had set it up.”

  She sounded truly contrite, but it was too much to take in. “But you did it. You really did it. Had sex with someone else.”

  “Because I thought it was your surprise! Can’t you see? I wouldn’t have done it without talking to you, but I thought you had gone to so much trouble, setting it up, I didn’t want to ruin it. I thought that having Rick as the go between was your way of saying it was okay. That it was what you wanted.”

  I shook my head, I didn’t know what to think. “You looked like you were enjoying it, in the video.”

  Andie smiled sheepishly. “Everything about it turned me on so much. I was excited even before I got to the hotel, simply by how much you had done to get it just right. How did you ever manage to find such a hot black man? He made me come three times.”

  Now I was really confused. “Black man? What black man?”

  “In the video. The black man who—who I had sex with. The one Rick set me up with. The one I thought you had set me up with.”

  “Andie, I didn’t see you with a black man. Just with a white guy. Rick.”

  “Uh, that was after the black guy.”

  “You had sex with two men?”

  “Not at the same time! Rodney was the black guy. Rick took the video of us having sex.”

  “I just saw you with Rick.”

  “Well—after Rodney left, I started to get dressed, to leave, but Rick said I wasn’t done, that he was going to—to have his way with me too. I thought this was all part of it, that the video was for you, that you wanted it. You made me promise, remember? To take part in your surprise.”

  “That wasn’t my surprise!”

  “I didn’t know that!” Andie pulled the sheets over her, protectively. “Remember you told me you wanted to watch, and I said I’d be nervous if you were there? I thought this was your plan, so you’d get to watch. . .shit, that means there’s another video somewhere. You said it was on the internet? So anyone can see it?”