Stephanie’s Hotwife Seduction

by Kirsten McCurran

  “Andy?” Alyson asked.

  “Uh, yeah, sorry,” he stammered. “Got distracted for a second.” Andy felt his cheeks burning, so he turned away and asked her into the house.

  “It’s okay. I zone sometimes too. Jack says he likes it that my feet aren’t always on the ground.”

  Andy almost said Jack’s a lucky guy, but instead he said, “The boys are in the den working on a level. Is it okay to let them finish?”

  “Sure. I don’t want to be the mean mom that makes them start all over next time.” Alyson added a laugh.

  “Let me take your coat.”

  Alyson shrugged off the coat, and Andy took it from her. Her dirty blonde hair fell over her shoulders, the way Andy preferred it—not that she was doing it for him. Her cool blue eyes were set off by black-framed glasses. Alyson was one of those women he thought was hotter because of her glasses, not in spite of them. He thought Stephanie looked hotter in her glasses too, but she only wore them to read. Alyson’s soft white sweater clung to her breasts, and the brown suede skirt that fell above her knees complimented her round butt. Andy made himself look away, and he blamed his wife for putting ideas in his head that forced him to give Alyson extra attention.

  “How’s work going?” Alyson asked.

  “Busting my ass to get a huge 4th quarter so I get a nice end of the year bonus. It’s grueling, though.”

  “I know how you feel. I’ve already started working on next year’s budget. We’ve got all this fall stuff going on, and my email is constantly blowing up. My boss doesn’t care if it’s a Saturday afternoon. If I don’t get back to him right away, he loses it.”

  “That sucks. I can’t say my boss is a dick. He doesn’t care enough to be a dick. He’s just all about the numbers.”

  Alyson’s musical laugh charmed him. Andy kept reminding himself to look her in the eyes. Her tits drew his eyes like magnets. He listened to her, but his mind kept flashing to mental pictures of Alyson stripping down, telling him she wanted him. Andy hadn’t lied when he told Stephanie he didn’t need any other woman, but he couldn’t keep these dirty thoughts about Alyson out of his head.

  “I could deal with cold. Joe is like an abusive mate. He’s a total bastard when he freaks out, and then he’s sweet as pie. The worst part is that whether he’s yelling at me or sucking up to me, he’s staring at my boobs the whole time. I know some people in the office think I’ve slept with him because of how he acts toward me.”

  Andy thought, I can’t blame him! as he focused on her pretty face. Instead, he said, “That really sucks. Are you looking for something else?”

  “Not really,” she replied, smiling. “I have to admit, Joe wanting to fuck me has its advantages. For one thing, I’m paid very well. I’d probably take a pay cut to switch jobs. And I can go back at him in a way no one else can. I think that’s the real reason people think I’m sleeping with him. I can call Joe out on his bullshit. As long as he keeps his hands to himself, I can put up with his leering. I know it isn’t the feminist thing to say, but it is flattering. He’s not a bad-looking guy.”

  Andy felt weird with the direction their conversation had taken. Learning that Alyson didn’t mind attention made it sound like Stephanie’s scenario wasn’t so far-fetched—at least in Andy’s mind. They had been friends for years, but Andy had never seen this side of Alyson. What else didn’t he know?

  “Andy, why don’t you go hurry the boys? They’ll stay in there all night if we leave them alone,” Stephanie said, coming into the room.

  “Sure. I’ll take care of it,” Andy replied. He was relieved his wife had saved him from saying anything stupid. He left the room with most of his dignity intact.

  “Is Andy okay?” Alyson asked, once he was gone. “He was acting a little weird.”

  Stephanie shrugged. “You know guys. They just get weird sometimes, especially when they’re left alone in a room with a pretty woman who’s not their wife.”

  “That’s funny. I was just watching this show, and the plot was how the wife ended up on a playdate where only the other husband was there. The show was about how awkward it was that they were alone. I thought it was silly. I mean, it depends on the guy. You know how some guys are—their wedding rings don’t exactly slow them down, and they don’t wait to find out if you might be interested. But Andy’s not like that. I’ve never felt weird alone with Andy.”

  “Not even today?” Stephanie asked, flashing her crooked smile.

  Alyson laughed. “I know he’s harmless.”

  “You do look great, girl.”

  Stephanie and Alyson had discussed husband crushes in the past, and how some of the men in the neighborhood weren’t nearly as discreet as they thought they were when checking out each other’s wives. Both women found it flattering—if they liked the guy. And they tried to avoid the creepier, sleazier husbands.

  “Oh, thanks. I’ve been trying to have more fun with my look lately.”

  “It’s working,” Stephanie confirmed.

  “Thanks. Jack thinks so, too. I don’t think you realize that maybe things have gotten a little stale until you start making the effort again and see the results.”

  “I hear you.” Stephanie thought about how her own sex life had been supercharged since that night they saw Dez. She and Andy had thought everything was fine before that, but now it was amazing. She was curious what Alyson and Jack’s catalyst was. “What kickstarted you guys?”

  Alyson gave her a mysterious smile and said, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

  “Ooo, I love a secret. I know you guys have been going out more. What are you up to?”

  “I have secrets, if that’s what you want,” Alyson teased. “Do you know my neighbor Jess?”

  “Not sure.”

  “Jessica Early. Dark hair, sort of curvy, sort of a Martha Stewart with the crafts and stuff?”

  “Oh, yes. Her holiday decorating game is always on point. I’ve seen her around when we’ve been over there.”

  Alyson leaned closer and lowered her voice, even though there was no one to overhear them. “Jessica is stepping out with another man, or I should say stepping in. Dane Armstrong's been seen going into her house more than once while Jared is at work. He’s not as slick as he thinks he is.”

  “Maybe there’s an innocent explanation.” Stephanie laughed.

  “I’m sure. He’s just helping out around the house.”

  “Yeah, laying some pipe.” Both women laughed. Stephanie appreciated that Alyson wasn’t uptight. She enjoyed having a good, bawdy laugh with her friends. “You gotta admit, it’s not a shock that it’s Dane. Word is he’s been on a tear ever since the divorce.”

  “I know! After I heard about him and Jess, I saw him looking awfully cozy with Laura Richards.”

  “Laura? The writer? No way. She is definitely not the type,” Stephanie insisted. She didn’t know Laura Richards personally, but she was something of a local celebrity and everyone knew something about her.

  “What’s the type? How do you ever really know what someone is up to?” Alyson paused, and Stephanie thought deeper about Laura Richards. Alyson interrupted her thoughts, adding, “I think all kinds of people are up to all kinds of things. For all I know, you’re sleeping with Dane Armstrong too.”

  Stephanie laughed. “I should be so lucky.” Dane Armstrong wasn’t a kid, but he was something of the neighborhood stud. Even though they didn’t live in Alyson’s development, Stephanie knew all about Dane. People had been shocked when his marriage broke up and the neighborhood divorcees started circling immediately. He never showed much interest in them, though. He was better known for being friendly with the married women of Kingston. Stephanie just didn’t know that any of the local wives had fallen into his trap. She had run into him a couple times, and she was taken in by his charm. Andy was lucky she was so steadfast.

  “For all you know,” Alyson went on, “Jack and I are swingers.”

  “Yeah, right.” Stephanie laughed,
but then realized there was a weird vibe in the room.

  For a moment, it seemed that Alyson was serious. She didn’t think that could be possible—surely she would know—but it’s not like swingers were marked with a scarlet letter. There was nothing obviously different about the couple Dez had been out with that evening. If Stephanie had just seen Charlotte out with her husband, she would never suspect what they got up to in the bedroom. Stephanie didn’t think there was anything outwardly different about her since Dez had planted those ideas in her head, but would she even know? Was there something Alyson could sense? Stephanie thought about everything she knew about Alyson and Jack. They were just so normal. Stephanie felt she would know if her friends were that kinky. Alyson would have said something, right? They were good friends. But maybe not.

  Stephanie wondered if she would tell Alyson if she did something with Dez. It would be good to have a sounding board, but it would be hard to confess such a thing—even to a close friend. Stephanie would hate to be judged. She hoped Alyson didn’t think Stephanie would judge her. Stephanie might have a thousand questions, but she would be totally cool if Alyson confessed she and Jack really were swingers.

  “If you are, you’ll have to tell me how you guys make it work,” Stephanie finally said.

  Alyson laughed nervously. “Why? Are you and Andy thinking about it?”

  “I don’t know if I could handle seeing Andy with another woman, no matter how much I trusted that she wouldn’t try to steal him. No, I don’t think that we’re swinger material.” Stephanie made the decision to throw a feeler out to her friend. “But Andy and I were talking about alternate lifestyles recently. We found out a coworker of mine is up to something kinky, and I have to admit I’m fascinated by it.”

  A strange mixture of relief and curiosity crossed Alyson’s face, but Stephanie hardly noticed. “Do tell.”

  The women sat close together on the couch, barely speaking above a whisper.

  “Do you know what a Bull is? Have you ever heard of a hotwife or a cuckold?”

  “Isn’t cuck like some alt-Right thing?” Alyson asked.

  “I guess maybe it is, but that’s not what I’m talking about. Andy and I were out a couple Saturdays ago and we saw one of my coworkers. He was with this couple. I asked him about it, and he told me that he sleeps with the wife. The husband doesn’t just approve, he encourages it, and even watches.”

  “What? It’s not like two couples swapping, and he’s not joining in. He just sits back and watches while this other guy has sex with his wife. That sounds weird,” Alyson said.

  Stephanie got the distinct impression that her friend didn’t find couples swapping—or a threesome—so weird, just the idea of a husband sitting back and watching. That was interesting. Now she was even more convinced Alyson was up to something she wouldn’t just come out and admit.

  “That’s what I thought at first, but then when I thought about it I kind of got it—at least from the wife’s point of view,” Stephanie said.

  “Sure, I guess I see what the wife is getting out of it, depending on the extra guy.”

  Stephanie smiled. “Oh, you’d like Dez. Women like Dez. He’s younger than we are, cute, handsome. If you met Dez, you’d definitely get it.” She realized she was gushing.

  “Okay then, I do see what the wife gets out of it. But do you think you could do something like that in front of Andy?”

  “Don’t think I’m terrible, but I think it could be hot to have him watching me. You have a sexy guy all over you, and your husband’s watching, kind of like you’re his own private sex show.” Stephanie hoped she didn’t sound too eager.

  “Steph, I’d never think you’re terrible, and I don’t judge. Don’t think I’m all uptight just because we go to church. I have desires too. And what is the husband doing while this sex show goes on?”

  “What do you think he’s doing? Come on, Aly.”

  Alyson giggled. “You don’t think it would be weird watching Andy jerk off while you fucked some other guy?”

  “I told you, I think it could be hot.”

  Alyson was thoughtful. Stephanie could see she was really considering it, so Alyson was pretty open. Stephanie knew she sounded like some kind of sex fiend, but the cat was out of the bag.

  “I don’t know about Jack just watching me. I think you need balance. If you’re going to do something like that, I think you both need to do it, so no one can point fingers afterward—like mate swapping. What if Andy watched you and freaked out?”

  “I’d never do it if he wasn’t totally on board,” Stephanie answered, hastily adding, “not that I’m saying I’d do it.”

  “Of course not,” Alyson replied knowingly. “I guess I’m just a little different. If we were going to do something like that, I think I’d want Jack to be with another woman. I think that could be hot to watch too.”

  “I might be too jealous for that. I don’t know—maybe.” Stephanie laughed.

  Alyson narrowed her eyes. “Are you saying you want to try this?”

  Stephanie wasn’t ready to admit anything to herself—or her husband—so she certainly wasn’t ready to confess to Alyson. “Nooo…I don’t think I could ever really do anything like that. It’s so out there. How about you? Do you think you and Jack would ever do something crazy like swap with another couple?”

  Alyson smiled. “It sounds like you’re offering.” They both laughed. “Seriously though, all I’ll say is ‘never say never’.”

  “Now I’m intrigued.”

  “Better watch your husband around me,” Alyson teased.

  They laughed again.

  “Sounds like you two are having a good time. What’s so funny?” Andy asked, walking into the room. Stephanie and Alyson were sitting very close, and it looked like they were sharing secrets. He’d always wondered what women really talked about when the men weren’t around. He didn’t think it was all gossip and fashion. If other women were like his wife, Andy suspected they could be just as dirty as the guys.

  “Nothing, just girl talk,” Stephanie replied. “Are the boys done with their videogame?”

  “Yeah. Aiden’s just packing up.”

  “I guess that’s my cue,” Alyson said, standing.

  “We need to get together again soon,” Stephanie said.

  The women exchanged a look, confusing Andy.

  “That could be a lot of fun,” Alyson replied knowingly. “We’re busy this weekend.”

  “Hot plans?” Andy asked.

  “Just meeting another couple for dinner. You don’t know them.”

  “Sounds like fun,” Stephanie said.

  The women shared another look. Andy was completely lost. Alyson paused on her way out to give Andy a lingering hug, and a kiss on the cheek. A thrill shot through him, and he knew Stephanie saw it. She looked amused.

  “Not a word,” he warned.

  Six

  Andy glanced over at his cell rattled on his desk. He glanced over to see a text from his wife. It stopped him in his tracks. All of the weird feelings about Stephanie and Dez that he’d been suppressing for the last few weeks came bubbling up again.

  [Stephanie] dez wants to go to lunch. Do u mind?

  The sense of déjà vu was overwhelming. Andy snapped right back to that moment weeks ago when Stephanie had texted him that she’d just come back from lunch with Dez. That strange energy buzzed through him again, and his stomach flipped like he was on a roller coaster—with a subtle difference. Andy realized what he felt wasn’t dread over what could happen, but a thrill of anticipation of what might happen. It was tough to admit, but the possibility of his wife being alone with her hunky black coworker excited him. Andy didn’t want to face what that meant.

  The text hung there, waiting for his answer. It stared at him, daring him to send a reply. The safest option was to reply: I don’t think that’s a good idea. The queasy feeling in his stomach dared him to reply: tell her to go! It accused: You know you want to see what happens. Andy almos
t wimped out by asking if she wanted to go, but it was obvious she did from her text. Stephanie had said: Do u mind? If she didn’t want to go, Stephanie could have blown Dez off without coming to him.

  It was a simple lunch, but Andy knew he was at a crossroads. He couldn’t fight the feeling that if he said yes he was setting something in motion. Perhaps, he mused, it had been set in motion weeks ago and he was just in denial. Andy almost held his breath when he replied.

  [Andy] go for it. can’t wait to hear all about it

  Andy regretted it the second he’d sent the text. Would Stephanie read some kind of permission into his text? The implied question was: what was Andy waiting to hear about? He leaned back in his chair, thinking, What have I done? What Andy didn’t do was pick up his phone and tell Stephanie he’d changed his mind. He didn’t stop her while he still had the chance, or try to clarify his text. Andy sat in his cubicle stewing and waiting to hear how his wife’s lunch with the sexy Bull had gone.

  The next couple hours crawled for Andy. He went to lunch and sat in his car, blankly chewing on the sandwich he’d packed. He forced himself to think about anything but Stephanie and Dez, but it was impossible. His mind wouldn’t stay away. Andy didn’t think his wife would just go straight to a hotel with Dez, but could he seduce her and get her to one? Dez probably wouldn’t even have to do that. He was a big guy, but there was enough room to fuck in Stephanie’s RAV4 if they were careful and creative. Stephanie was tiny, so the muscular delivery man could easily bounce her up and down on his cock in the front seat. Andy gave in to the racial stereotype and imagined Dez having a giant, dark cock. He feared such a weapon might hurt a tiny woman like Stephanie, but Andy grew instantly hard when he thought about her trying. He forced his head clear, but the erection would not easily go away. His rational mind kept repeating, They’re just having lunch, but Andy wasn’t in a rational place.