Stephanie didn’t know how Dez would take that. He didn’t strike her as man who held back, but then he hadn’t been pushy at lunch. Deep down, she was glad Andy wanted to go slowly. She was ready to fuck Dez—was she!—but she didn’t want to rush into this and find out it was a huge mistake. Andy’s weird feelings concerned her. If she went out with Dez, but didn’t sleep with him, and they discovered it was too overwhelming for them, they could back away before any real damage was done. Stephanie was confident she was ready for this while sitting in bed next to her husband, but would she feel the same way when she was alone with Dez?
“It does make sense,” she finally agreed. “I’ve done some reading, and when couples do this successfully they have ground rules, so it’s important we establish some.”
“Agreed.”
“If I go out with Dez, what do you want me to do?”
Andy felt really uncomfortable now. It was strangely a turn on, but just so strange.
“I don’t know, do what you like, just don’t, y’know…”
Stephanie smirked. “Can I let him unhook my bra?”
“Stop it.” Andy felt like he was blushing.
“Under the shirt, over the bra?”
“Steph!”
She straddled him once more, rubbing her cunt over his reviving cock.
“So he can play with my tits?” Stephanie stared down at him as she fondled her own breasts.
“Yeah,” Andy replied hoarsely. His mind was a whirl of confusion again.
“Below the belt?”
“Yours or his?”
Stephanie rolled her own nipples and gasped. “Both.”
“You’re both grown ups. Just don’t cross that one line.”
“Do you want to tell him? Give him the talk when he picks me up for the date? Some husbands prefer that—getting to know the Bull.”
“No, really. I don’t need that.” Andy could not have that conversation. He couldn’t fathom sending Dez off with his wife with a handshake and a talking to.
Stephanie ground her slick mound on his hard shaft. Andy was ready. She grasped him, put him inside her. Stephanie moaned. Yes, she needed him inside her. She worked her hips in a circular motion, fondling her tits and working her pussy on him. Andy looked helpless before his need.
“My date’s here, Daddy. I won’t be late. I promise to be a good girl.”
“Steph…don’t…you won’t be…”
They had never gone to this weird place in all their years of lovemaking, and Stephanie couldn’t explain why a stupid joke had suddenly become something erotic. It wasn’t about the obvious—neither of them had an incest fantasy, but it was hot in the moment, and Stephanie couldn’t stop. She burned too hot. Stephanie leaned forward, her tits dragging Andy’s chest as she began riding him.
“I’m sorry…I’ve been a bad girl…I kissed him,” she moaned.
“Bad girl,” Andy groaned, grabbing her hips tightly. “I knew you couldn’t be trusted out with a boy.” He didn’t know where the words came from.
“He touched me too…daddy…I didn’t want him to stop…I like being bad…”
“My girl’s a little slut.”
Andy slapped her ass hard. Stephanie yelped, surging with excitement. Andy had never done more than playfully swat her butt before.
“Yesss…I’m so bad…”
“He made you suck him, didn’t he?”
“Yes…I did…but he didn’t make me. I…wanted…to…daddy…”
“Good bad girl,” Andy grunted. He slapped her ass even harder.
“God! Yes!” Stephanie rode him as hard as she could, moaning her words between gasps. “Punish…me…daddy…”
“Steph!”
Andy swatted her, waited a beat, spanked her again.”
“Oh…fuck…yes…daddy…fuck…”
Stephanie came so hard she saw stars. She was like a ragdoll that Andy worked on his cock, until he came moments later. She was so lost in it that she was hardly aware of being put onto her back. Her chest heaved and her mouth worked, but no words came out.
“There’s something very wrong with us,” Andy finally said.
“Yes. Very,” Stephanie agreed.
They both laughed.
Eight
Stephanie fidgeted in the front seat of her RAV4 scrolling through Instagram. She’d already texted Andy to tell him she’d arrived. He’d told her to have fun. Despite his enthusiasm and support, she couldn’t help feeling a pang of guilt. Stephanie was out to have drinks with another man, and here was her husband encouraging her to have a good time. She would be out flirting and drinking and doing who knew what else, while Andy was home taking care of their children and holding down the fort. It just felt fundamentally unfair. Andy really should be here participating in this, but he’d made it clear that he didn’t want to be there the first time. Stephanie knew he was afraid it might be too much for him, which only increased her guilt. She was so afraid this would hurt him, no matter how much it turned him on. Deep down however, part of her was glad Andy wasn’t coming along. Stephanie wasn’t entirely sure she could do this with her husband sitting right there watching her.
Last week Stephanie had pulled Dez aside in the coffee room and given him the good news. She explained that she and Andy had talked, and they were interested in seeing where things might go. Dez was very pleased and he didn’t blink at all when she stressed they didn’t want to rush into anything. Dez suggested they go to lunch to talk about it, but she demurred. Stephanie knew that something would happen when she was alone again with Dez, and she didn’t want to come back to work looking like she was just returning from a by-the-hour motel. She countered with meeting for drinks sometime after work, and he agreed. It had taken this long to sync their schedules, and here she was, waiting for Dez outside the bar he’d suggested, about an hour after work.
The drivers always arrived for work before the office people, and left early too, so she and Dez couldn’t leave together—not that Stephanie wanted to do that. She didn’t want to set tongues wagging. Dez had time to go home and shower and change, but Stephanie had come straight from work, so she had dressed for their date in the morning. Date. Stephanie was a forty-two-year-old married mother. What was she doing having a date? The word felt wrong in her mouth. Waiting to meet another man—a man who wasn’t her husband—felt so wrong, but at the same time her heart was pounding and she tingled everywhere. Stephanie didn’t remember feeling this way as she’d waited for a date back when she was younger, but those were different circumstances, weren’t they?
Stephanie had received compliments on her dress all day. Andy had helped her pick it out, though she sensed he thought she should go with something more obvious—tighter and lower-cut. But she couldn’t wear something like that to work. The drivers all flirted with her but kept it on the decent side of the sexual harassment line. Only Dez pretended not to notice her. It wasn’t the first time she’d worn a dress to work, but those occasions were rare. When a co-worker jokingly asked if she had a hot date, Stephanie laughed and hoped her friend didn’t notice her blushing. Since she had to be at work all day, Stephanie had chosen something practical that she hoped Dez would like.
The olive-colored shirt dress had a shirttail hem that fell above the knee, with elastic at the waist pulled in by a decorative rope. The three-quarter sleeves were rolled back, held up by a tab, and there were four large polished-copper buttons above the waist. A large pocket over each breast completed the shirt look. She kept all four buttons closed at work, just showing a wedge of her clavicle and the tiny silver cross she always wore. Sitting in the car, she’d been playing with the buttons, first undoing two, then re-buttoning one, then undoing it again. Stephanie had re-done her make-up, going for a more dramatic red lipstick than she’d worn at work. The other change she made in the car was ditching her tights and black-laced booties for a pair of brown suede over-the-knee boots she didn’t wear often enough. The tights were a necessity in the office becau
se the dress was so short, but she’d ditched them to meet Dez. The high boots always drove Andy crazy—he had a thing for boots—even when she wore them with jeans. She hoped Dez would have a similar reaction.
Stephanie opened the chat app and read back through the week of texts with Dez. Stephanie’s early texts had been timid and exploring, while Dez’s were encouraging. He knew just what to say to draw her out. He told her how much he’d loved their kiss and how he couldn’t wait to do it again. When she said she felt the same, he replied with how hard it made him, and that she should have felt it. Stephanie replied that she was sorry she’d missed her chance, and the kiss had made her wet. Dez worked his way into that opening.
[Dez] bet u went home & fucked the hell out of andy
[Stephanie] I was dying for it. time moved so slow that night
[Dez] he got hard when u told him about us didn’t he
[Stephanie] yes. It made him crazy when I told him. Made me crazy too
[Dez] did u tease him abt fucking me
[Stephanie] no he teased me. It was wild
[Dez] we’ll give him a lot more to be excited abt
[Stephanie] promise?
[Dez] send me a pic
[Stephanie] maybe later
Stephanie had shared the texts with Andy, arousing them both. Their sex life was on steroids leading up to the date with Dez, and she kept him updated on it. She even confessed to them both that she’d played with herself alone a couple times, too. Dez made her tell him all about her favorite toy, and Stephanie felt so naughty sharing that with him. When Andy read those texts, a shadow passed over his face, but he was so hard that when Stephanie took him in her mouth he gave right in to his desires. Dez kept asking for pictures, and even encouraged her with photos from another encounter with Charlotte. He swore he had the blonde’s permission to share the photos, but that same sharing was a huge reason why Stephanie wouldn’t do it for him. She didn’t need nude photos of herself floating around out there.
Dez pulled into the parking lot in his big truck and parked. Stephanie watched him walk inside the bar and let him wait for a few minutes before she went inside to join him. She didn’t want to appear too eager. She sent Andy a final text: I’m going in to see Dez now. Can’t wait to tell u all about this. Love u.
With each step closer to the bar, Stephanie felt the buzzing nervousness growing in her stomach. She’d been looking forward to this all week, but now all she could think was you shouldn’t be doing this. Turn around! Stephanie steeled herself. She reminded herself of the things she’d missed out on when she was younger because she’d chickened out.
Stephanie’s virginity had been intact when she met Andy, not due to lack of opportunity, but because she was a good girl—mostly. The opportunities were there. Stephanie had been on dates, and there were three boyfriends before Andy. She just didn’t want to be a slut and had done what she could to remain a technical virgin. Young Stephanie had been a master with her hand and had learned how to give great head—although back then she’d refused to swallow. She was too shy to let the first two guys go down on her, but her last boyfriend before Andy had given her a taste of how great it could feel. Andy was the one who had taught her how fantastic it felt when the guy knew what he was doing. She had kept her V-card through all of that, even stopping one boyfriend when he already had the condom in his hand. Stephanie had chickened out on outright sex, but she hadn’t always been good. She’d had kinky feelings even back then.
The second boyfriend had become increasingly impatient with her intact virginity, and began suggesting other wild things, just to see how far he could push her. Stephanie didn’t mind making out in front of his friends, and she’d even jerked him off in the back of a crowded van once while he fingered her. It would have been a bigger problem staying quiet if he’d known what he was doing. And then one night they were hanging out with his best friend and he’d wanted Stephanie to flash the guy. She laughed it off at first, but then realized her boyfriend was serious. The friend remained quiet but was clearly interested. It was the first time Stephanie had seriously experienced the thrill of the forbidden, but she’d been too nervous to be the bad girl.
After twenty minutes of badgering she’d finally slipped off her top but retained the bra and that had been enough to drive both boys crazy. Her boyfriend had demanded she remove her bra as well, but Stephanie had held her ground. She was so excited, she was afraid of what might happen. What she might do. Her boyfriend had started kissing her, and Stephanie melted under his attention. He took out his cock, and Stephanie stroked him. Stephanie stole glances at the friend who was watching the entire time. He rubbed himself through his jeans but didn’t take it out. Her boyfriend came very quickly and demanded that she take care of his friend too. Stephanie was sorely tempted, and even kissed the boy, but she lost her nerve and grabbed her top, running out of the room before things could go any further.
Stephanie had never told Andy that story, and hadn’t thought about it in years, but as she walked into that bar to meet Dez, it all came back to her, and Stephanie realized this was some weird second chance to do what she’d run away from all those years ago.
Dez saw her push through the crowded bar. It wasn’t difficult to pick Stephanie out. She was one of the few white women here. He had chosen one of his regular hangouts to meet her. Dez counting on her being one of the only white people here to keep Stephanie off balance. The only other white people in the bar were a couple of other white women dating black men—something the black women generally disliked, and they invariably gave any white women the cold shoulder.
He enjoyed the view as Stephanie approached. The dress wasn’t some tight clubbing slut-wear, but she was too classy for that, which Dez appreciated. It still showed off her nice tits and legs. He loved the boots. Dez imagined their soft suede rubbing against him when she locked her legs around him. He pointedly checked her out top to bottom when she stopped in front of him.
Dez looked great, she thought. He’d changed into a tight pair of jeans and a soft dark shirt with a complex pattern on it. His braids were pulled back into a loose ponytail. Stephanie took one look at him and felt her sex tighten in anticipation. He placed a hand on her arm and bent down for a brief kiss. Even with the high heels on her boots, Stephanie had to stretch up to him.
“You look good, girl. Something’s different from earlier,” he said.
Stephanie stepped back and did a quick turn, feeling the light dress almost fly up to her butt. “I had to be decent for the office, but I wanted to be a bit sexier for you.”
“I approve, baby. You should have worn it exactly like this at work.”
“Oh really?”
Dez grinned. “The guys would have appreciated it. Let me just adjust one thing.” He opened another button on her dress and parted it, leaving her freckled cleavage mostly exposed. Dez was pleased she’d let him do it.
Stephanie felt like her dress was just hanging open, leaving her boobs on full display. Dez gazed down at her chest. Her cleavage was augmented by a tight bra.
“Happy now?” she asked, arching her chest out playfully.
“Yeah, baby. You look hot. Come on, let’s get a table.”
Dez led her further into the bar towards the back and for the first time in her life Stephanie had the experience of being in a minority somewhere. The bar was busy with the happy hour crowd, and it was full of young African-American professionals. Stephanie wasn’t the only white person in the room—a couple of the other men had white women with them too—but she was part of a small group. There were no white men at all. Dez greeted several people as they passed through the bar, clasping men’s hands and giving women kisses on the cheek. It made Stephanie self-conscious. If she was recognized, it would appear she was cheating on her husband. She wondered if any of the other drivers hung out here. Stephanie didn’t want to be anywhere either of them might be recognized.
Dez led her to a small round booth near the back of the bar. The semic
ircle had a high-backed maroon leather bench, and a small round table. Stephanie scooted in, careful to smooth her short dress down over her thighs. Dez slid in beside her, sitting very close, with his arm up on the back of the booth behind her. Stephanie smiled, hoping she didn’t look as nervous as she felt.
“This is your regular place?” she asked.
“I hang here, yeah, but it’s not my only place. It’s got a cool, chill vibe. It’s a good place to get to know someone, but not a place to look for excitement.”
“Do any of the guys from work come here?”
Dez placed a reassuring hand over hers. “Don’t worry, baby. I wouldn’t do you like that. No one will recognize you here.”
Stephanie was relieved and smiled.
“Do you bring all your hotwives here?” Her smile quirked to the left.
“Not all of them, baby.” He flashed his big, white teeth. He looked like a shark. “I can’t imagine Charlotte being comfortable in a place like this, but you seem chill.”
“Do I? I guess that’s a compliment.”
Stephanie looked around the dimly-lit bar. She sensed that Charlotte was on the haughty side, but this bar seemed classy enough. It was certainly classy enough for Stephanie. A thought struck her. She tried to think of a delicate way to put it.
“She’s not a racist, is she?” As soon as the words left her mouth, and Dez laughed, Stephanie regretted the way she’d put it.
“You think Charlotte would be fucking me if she were a racist?” Dez chuckled.
He knew that wasn’t exactly true. He’d known a couple women over the years who weren’t exactly comfortable being around black folks, but who still wanted to fuck him precisely because he was black. Maybe he should be offended, but Dez took pride in giving them a fucking their limp-dicked white boyfriends could never match. He loved making those women his bitches. But Stephanie would never be his bitch. She would be his lover.
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