Stephanie’s Hotwife Seduction

by Kirsten McCurran

  “I know you wanted to go. You weren’t really asking permission.”

  “You could have said no. You didn’t want to. You wanted me to go to lunch with him.”

  “I guess I did.”

  “What did you think would happen?”

  Andy didn’t answer right away, and her eyes blazed into his, compelling him to answer. “I knew nothing would happen, but that didn’t stop me from thinking about what could happen.”

  “What did you want to happen, baby?” She wiggled her ass in his lap for motivation and felt his cock pulse.

  That tingling he felt when Stephanie was back, making his fingers feel like they were buzzing. Andy wasn’t ready to answer. He wanted to know what did happen. His hand rested on her leg, and he slid it up the smooth Lycra.

  “No, tell me how he kissed you, Steph.”

  “We picked something up, and then we sat outside at a park, eating lunch. It was quiet at first, but then Dez was telling me all about his night with Charlotte and he kept asking what I thought about it. I could tell it wasn’t really about Charlotte. He just wanted to see my reaction. He wanted to see how interested I was. Dez wasn’t subtle about it. He wants to be my Bull too.”

  “He’s not a one couple kind of guy?” Andy chuckled.

  “Dez said he usually sees two or three wives at a time, unless there’s a reason not to. Charlotte’s the only one right now because he just stopped seeing someone else.”

  “Why does he stop seeing a wife?”

  “She was getting too attached. Dez doesn’t like the drama.”

  The ice dagger stabbed into Andy’s gut and twisted. Didn’t these guys realize how easily their wives could fall for a guy like Dez? Andy knew Dez turned Stephanie on and he guessed he was fine with that, but how could he ever be sure it was only about the sex? Andy didn’t think some kinky thrill was worth losing his wife, and yet he still thought about them together, and his cock surged…

  Stephanie read the conflict on her husband’s face and could guess what he was thinking about. She’d been thinking about that all day too. Stephanie could see herself having fun with Dez—a lot of fun—but she couldn’t see herself falling for him, not in any meaningful way. She was too practical to throw everything away for a good lay, no matter how charming the man was. Dez could never give her what she had with Andy. She couldn’t see having that with any other man.

  “So, he’s just there to fuck, and that’s it?” Andy asked.

  “Pretty much. Dez says that’s what makes him a good Bull. He’s not a threat to the marriage.” Stephanie added, “He could never be a threat to our marriage. No one could.”

  “No matter how much he rocks your world?”

  “Nope.”

  Andy eased his hand higher, slipping it between her thighs. She gasped when he pressed it against her mound. Her cunt was hot, even through the yoga pants.

  “No matter how many times he makes you come?”

  Stephanie breathed deeply and closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying Andy rubbing her pussy. She needed her pants out of the way. It was very easy to imagine Dez making her come—too easy. Maybe he could turn her into his sex slave, and she’d become one of those women he had to push away. Stephanie always had loved sex. Maybe she would rock his world, and she’d be one of those women Dez fell for. She smiled.

  “I think I’d make him my sex slave, not the other way around.”

  Andy chuckled. “Oh, I have no doubt of that. He’ll forget about all the others when he gets a load of you.”

  “If he gets the chance,” she corrected him. Andy was rock hard against her butt, leaving little doubt how he felt about it.

  “Right. If.”

  “Anyway,” Stephanie said, getting back on topic. “Dez was teasing me; basically telling me I must want to be one of those hotwives. He told me it was natural y’know, having only been with one man for so long.”

  Andy was piqued. It seemed that Stephanie’s conversation with Dez had gotten personal from her end. That intimacy stung him as much as the kiss. What else had his wife shared with Dez? He put it aside. The buzzing inside him had gotten so bad he could hardly stand it. His chest was tight.

  “I told him I loved you. Dez said it wasn’t about that. I told him I wouldn’t do anything without talking to you. He pressed me on what I wanted. I told him I didn’t know. He told me there’s only one way to find out.”

  Andy saw Stephanie was getting flushed. She moved her hips subtly, pressing back against the edge of his hand and grinding her ass onto his lap. He knew Dez had seen her excitement too, when they’d been alone that afternoon. Andy pictured his wife and the big black man sitting on a park bench with no one around. He knew Dez would see that Stephanie wanted it. Andy couldn’t blame Dez for making a move. A dark part of him was even glad that Dez had.

  “And then he kissed me,” she finally said.

  The couple stared at each other for a long moment, each reading the other’s excitement. There was no confusion about what they felt. Their lips crashed together. Andy’s hand turned in her lap, grabbing rather than pressing. Stephanie moaned into his mouth, her nails raking his scalp as she ran her fingers through his hair. Andy gripped the back of her neck like Dez had, but it was different. It felt more like a gesture of need than one of power. Andy wanted her, but he wasn’t trying to possess her—not yet. She squirmed against his hand, cursing her yoga pants. Stephanie wanted to be nude. She wanted it now. She pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it on the floor, then pulled at Andy’s t-shirt.

  “He kissed me… and the world stopped. I didn’t know what to do,” she murmured.

  “Yes, you did. You kissed him back,” Andy countered. He knew his wife too well. She would only respond one of two ways, and she hadn’t pushed him away.

  “I did,” she gasped. “I couldn’t help it.”

  “You wanted him.” Their faces were hardly an inch apart.

  Stephanie turned, straddling his lap to face Andy.

  “I did. I’m sorry.”

  Andy softly shook his head. “Don’t be.”

  “But…”

  “You want him, Steph.” It was a statement, not a question.

  “Yes.” Her answer was barely audible.

  “Fuck me, that’s hot,” Andy said, fire coursing through his veins.

  “He pulled me closer and I was almost in his lap. He was so strong.”

  Stephanie kissed him forcefully, shoving her tongue into his mouth. She wanted to show her husband how intense Dez’s kiss was. She retreated after a moment.

  “His hands were on me like I was his. He touched my boobs.”

  She placed Andy’s hands on her tits. He kneaded them the way Dez wanted to—the way she wanted that sexy black man to, but she’d pulled away from Dez. Stephanie didn’t know where she’d found the strength. She didn’t have to pull away from her husband. She pressed into his hands. Andy pinched her thick, excited nipples and she moaned.

  “Fuck, Steph,” Andy moaned.

  “I was so confused, and so turned on.”

  “You’re always fucking horny,” Andy accused.

  Stephanie almost giggled. She thought the word horny was silly. It reminded her of being a teenager. She wasn’t feeling silly. “Yesss,” she hissed.

  “Horny for Dez…”

  “Mmm…yesss…”

  Andy’s hands drove her crazy. Stephanie needed him. She whimpered, “But I made him stop. I pushed him away.”

  “You didn’t want to.”

  “No…”

  “What did you want, Steph?”

  Stephanie was grinding hard on him. The teasing had to stop. She needed him.

  “I…I…”

  “Say it, Steph. You can say it,” Andy demanded.

  Andy saw it written all over her face. It pained him, but it turned him on more. It was a perverse desire, but he couldn’t deny it. He wanted to hear his wife say it. He shifted their bodies, putting Stephanie on her back. She landed with a
huff. Andy yanked at her yoga pants. He loved how her ass looked in them but hated what a pain they were to get off of her. Once they were down, Stephanie kicked her legs to get them completely off, and pushed at Andy’s shorts. He rammed his cock right into her, burying himself to the hilt. Stephanie was more than ready. She was dripping and hot. Andy knew it was as much for Dez as it was for him, and tried not to let it bother him.

  “Say it!” he demanded again, his prick throbbing inside her.

  “I wanted him!” she cried.

  Andy thrust into her hard. Stephanie cried out.

  “Uhn…yes! I wanted Dez!”

  “You still want him,” Andy taunted, taking her with a slow, deliberate pace.

  “Yes!”

  Stephanie wrapped her legs around his waist. Her nails dug into his back. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open as she moaned. Her lithe body shook with every violent thrust.

  “I want him! I want it! I…”

  “You want him to fuck you!” Andy spat.

  “Oh god! Andy!”

  Andy felt her clenching around him and knew from her sharp cry that she was coming. He lost the patience to draw it out. He leaned on his elbows and worked his hips as fast and powerfully as he could.

  “Yes! Fuck me! I want it! Fuck me, Dez!” she cried.

  Even though he’d demanded them the words stung Andy, and he came immediately. It was an explosive orgasm that left him drained. He collapsed onto his wife, and she held him tightly.

  “Oh god, baby,” she cooed. “That was amazing. Andy, you’re amazing.”

  Andy agreed the sex was amazing, but it wasn’t all about him. Stephanie’s mind was on Dez. She was thinking about Dez fucking her. Andy felt her tremble beneath him as the aftershocks of her climax rocked her.

  Stephanie loved her husband’s reassuring weight on top of her. She needed the familiarity of his body against hers after what they’d just shared, but his silence bothered her. Andy wasn’t always chatty after sex, but she had to know what he was thinking. Stephanie needed everything to be okay.

  “Baby,” she whispered.

  “Mmm?”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Mmhm.”

  His grunts were not satisfactory. Stephanie shifted his weight off her. Andy rolled onto his back and she rolled with him, draping her body over his.

  “You’ve got to tell me what you’re thinking,” she said fiercely.

  Andy stared at his wife’s familiar face, her brown hair crazy, her cheeks flushed, her forehead dappled with sweat. How many times had he seen her like this—sexually satisfied? Was he truly ready to share that with another man? The fantasy hit him on a deep, primal level and was what had just sent him over the top, but that didn’t make going for the reality a good idea. He could be giving up something he could never get back. But Andy also didn’t think he could just ignore what he was feeling—what Stephanie felt. He knew she wanted to do this. If Andy said no, would she resent him? He knew she’d never tell him so, but on some level he thought she would. Stephanie hated to be teased without a payoff.

  “I’m thinking that I’ve never been more confused and I wish I understood all this,” he answered.

  “We’re having fun. What else is there to understand?”

  Andy laughed. “Come on, Steph. You know there’s more to it than that. This wasn’t just some bedroom game.”

  “Isn’t it?”

  He just looked at her. He didn’t need to say anything, Stephanie knew it wasn’t just a game. Maybe it was that first night, when they saw Dez with Charlotte and Isaac, but the forbidden fantasy had dug into their brains, and it didn’t seem to be going away. She could see Andy was just as gripped by it as she was—and just as conflicted. Stephanie wasn’t used to living on the wild side. She’d never been so drawn to something so dangerous before, and she didn’t know how to handle it. She felt like she should refuse the lure, because it was the proper thing to do, but she wasn’t sure she had the willpower—and she wasn’t sure her husband wanted her to.

  “I guess we need to figure out what we’re doing,” she admitted.

  “Preferably before Dez kisses you again.” Andy smiled.

  “Haha.”

  “He can tell you’re interested. Unless you shoot him down, he’s going to move on you again.”

  “Am I interested?” Stephanie asked.

  “That’s not the question, is it Steph? We both know you’re interested.”

  “Andy, I don’t want any of this to hurt you.”

  Andy chuckled. “It isn’t about me. I get it. I want to talk honestly about this, so stop worrying about how I feel and just say what’s on your mind.”

  “Okay.”

  Stephanie took a deep breath. She didn’t usually have problems speaking her mind, but her concerns for Andy’s feelings were real. Even if they never did anything, just talking about it could be damaging, but Andy wanted honesty and she owed that to him.

  “I’m attracted to Dez. Of course, I am.”

  “And you want to fuck him,” Andy finished for her.

  “If I was single, and there were no complications, yes, I would fuck Dez.” Stephanie allowed a crooked smile. “I’d be doing it right now.”

  Her words stung him for a moment, like getting a shot, just as Andy’s cock twitched.

  “But I’m not single, and this is really complicated,” she continued.

  “Maybe it’s only as complicated as we make it,” Andy offered.

  “You seem to really be arguing for this. You need to come clean, babe. Is this something you really want?”

  “It’s complicated,” Andy replied, laughing at the look she shot him. “You’re right, I guess, but I think it’s both simple and complicated. Here’s the simple part: yes, I think of you with him and as much as it scares me, it really turns me on, and if I’m honest I’m interested in exploring what happens with that—if it’s something you want. And I know you want to, so that’s not a question.”

  “Why do I feel like a slut when you say that?” she smiled.

  “I like thinking of you being slutty.”

  Stephanie’s eyes widened and she stared at him. It was something she’d always suspected of Andy, and it was nice to hear him finally say it so plainly. She felt good that he saw her in such a raw sexual way even after so many years of marriage.

  “Well, maybe I’d like to be a little slutty for a change. It’s exciting when I fantasize about just doing what I feel without worrying about consequences.”

  “We agree on that.”

  “But there could be consequences, babe,” Stephanie said. “Have you really thought about it? Do you really think you could sit and watch me be with another man?”

  “I can’t join in?”

  “I’m serious!”

  “Okay, okay. I have thought about it, more than is probably healthy. Thinking about it is hot. Hearing about Dez kissing you was sexy as hell. I know it would turn me on, and I know it’s going to be weird. I think I would try to join in at some point. I don’t know if just being a voyeur is my thing.”

  “I think I could take both of you on.” Stephanie smirked.

  “I’m realistic. I know that I can’t know what it will be like until it happens, and maybe it will throw me for a loop. Maybe I won’t be able to handle it.”

  “We can only do this if we agree, going into it, that either one of us can stop, at any time, for any reason. I mean it. If we were all in a room, and Dez and I were doing something and you gave the word, I’d stop it. I promise.” Stephanie was solemn.

  “I know that. I really do trust you. And I promise you that even if I have a problem, and we have to stop it, it’s not going to affect us. We can just go back to what we had before.”

  “Can you promise that, Andy? You can’t know that you’ll be able to look at me the same afterward.”

  Andy took her hand and squeezed it. “I know I love you, and that trumps all. I know I’d never lose you over something like this
.”

  They were silent, both their minds working overtime. They were on the path to doing this, or trying it, at least. Fear and excitement warred inside Andy, while Stephanie’s heart fluttered with lust as she thought of giving herself to Dez. Her sex tightened, and she wanted to get Andy hard again, but she knew this wasn’t the time for that. They had to work this out.

  “I’ve thought about this too, and you don’t need to worry about Dez. You couldn’t ever lose me to him.”

  Andy’s insecurity flared up. Even if he couldn’t measure up to Dez sexually—the big man was intimidating—he’d never worried he could lose Stephanie to him. So why did she feel the need to reassure him of that? Did she have concerns? Andy wasn’t sure what to say, so he replied, “Okay, but I wasn’t worried about that.”

  “Good.”

  They were quiet again, the unspoken question hanging between them: Now what? It seemed that they’d agreed they were going to try it, so what came next?

  “Should I text Dez?” Stephanie asked tentatively.

  “And invite him over?” Andy laughed. “We probably shouldn’t do it with the kids in the house.”

  Stephanie hit him. “Ew! That’s not what I meant.”

  “I know. I think we should ease into this. Maybe it’s best if we don’t just jump in with both feet.”

  “Babe, Dez isn’t like my freshman high school boyfriend. I don’t know if he wants to go to the movies and get to second base.”

  “Very funny. I was just thinking, I know I like hearing about you and him. It might be better if I’m not there the first time you guys hook up, just as long as you guys don’t, y’know, go all the way.”

  “Now you do sound like my high school youth group leader. Is it okay with Jesus if we just touch over the clothes? Are we good as long as we stay away from the P and the V?” Stephanie couldn’t control her laugher.

  “Are you enjoying yourself?”

  “I am,” she replied.

  “I’m just saying you guys should go out for drinks, or something like that. No expectations. Tell Dez you want to explore this, but you don’t know if you’re ready to sleep with him yet. If he’s not interested, that’s fine.” It felt very strange to Andy to be plotting how far his wife should go with another man. He almost felt like he was giving his kid dating advice, not talking to his wife.