“I guess not. Sorry.”
A waitress came over to them. She was a light-skinned black woman with waves of hair falling over her shoulders to her big boobs, barely restrained by a tank top. Her tiny skirt looked painted onto what Stephanie could only call a ghetto booty. The girl smiled warmly at Dez but gave Stephanie the cold shoulder. Dez ordered a Kentucky bourbon, Stephanie a dirty martini.
“What was her problem?”
“A lot of sisters don’t like seeing their men with white women. They see you as a threat.”
“Really? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“It’s sort of a cliché that when brothers get successful they get themselves a white woman. There are even names for it; some people call it the white prize.”
Stephanie laughed. “So am I the white prize?”
Dez leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. Tingles cascaded down her body.
“You’re a prize, baby, that’s for sure.”
“But is it because I’m white? I think I detect a pattern here. Are all your hotwives white?”
Stephanie wasn’t angry, but she was curious. She didn’t mind being the object of Dez’s fetish—if that’s what it was—but she’d like to know about it. Stephanie had no room to criticize, given her position.
Dez considered his answer. His hotwives had all been white, but that wasn’t by design. He loved black women too, but if he was being completely honest, Dez did get a special thrill from bedding married white women. He knew black men were a fetish for a lot of these couples—they loved their BBC—so he didn’t feel guilty about fetishizing them back. Dez didn’t want to get into all of that with Stephanie.
“They have been, but I wouldn’t rule out a sister. I just don’t know any black folks who are into this. Seems to be a white thing to me. I think when white couples go down this road they end up looking for that forbidden fruit.”
“What do you mean?”
Dez looked amused. “You don’t know what I mean?” After she nodded, he went on. “It’s one thing to have your wife fuck another man, but a lot of these couples want that other man to be a big black man. Specifically, they’re looking for a big, black cock.”
“And I guess you fit the bill?” Stephanie couldn’t help herself.
“You saw the pictures, girl.”
“It was, uh, occupied in those pictures.”
Dez took her hand and put it on his crotch. Stephanie felt him, wiping the smile off her face. She felt a massive package there, which she traced down his pant leg. Her excitement was mixed with a fear that this thing would hurt.
“Don’t worry, Steph. I know how to make it go good. I’ll take good care of you,” he said, reading her mind.
He kissed her again. Like the first one tonight, it was soft and romantic, seducing her, unlike their forceful first kiss. Stephanie touched his cheek and felt his arm close around her. Her other hand still rested on his sheathed cock, but she jerked it away when she felt it jump. Stephanie pulled away from the kiss, looking up at him shyly and trying to control her hammering heart. Their drinks had materialized while they kissed, and she reached for her martini with a shaky hand.
“How about you? Have you been with a black man, like before you were married?”
Dez kept his arm around her and sipped his drink.
“I’ve been married a very long time. It’s hard to remember back that far.”
“I’m sure that’s something you’d remember.”
“I was only nineteen when I met Andy, so I wasn’t with a lot of boys before him, and I do mean boys. So no, I was never with any men before, let alone any black men.”
“Sounds like you were a good girl.”
“I was pretty good. I followed most of the rules, but I wasn’t too good. I liked to have fun. I still do.”
Stephanie put her hand on his and squeezed it for emphasis. She didn’t know why, but she was embarrassed to admit she’d been a virgin when she met Andy. She didn’t want to be some stereotype to him—not any more than she already was. Dez obviously had formed some ideas about what hotwife couples were like. When she read about hotwives online, the stereotype seemed to be the woman who had married her husband with little sexual experience, and now the husband was sure that she must be curious about other men, and dying to have sex with whoever she could get her hands on. That was not her and Andy. Stephanie didn’t think Andy thought of her that way—even if he did occasionally ask about it—and she didn’t think that’s what drove this for him. And as excited as she was to be there with Dez, Stephanie had not been longing for another man.
Dez liked what he heard. It made him want Stephanie even more. He would never disparage her husband, but Dez knew he could show Stephanie things she’d never imagined. It was a shame for such a sexy woman to have so little experience. He couldn’t wait to open her up to new possibilities.
“Hopefully you’ll show me tonight,” Dez said.
“Slow down there, cowboy. We’re just having drinks to see how it goes.”
“So, you’re not going to fuck me tonight?”
“Let’s see how it goes,” she lied. She didn’t want Dez to think she was uptight.
Stephanie took the initiative and kissed him this time, but Dez swiftly took control, sweeping her into his arms, pulling her against him. She returned the kiss hungrily but jumped when his hand landed on her bare thigh, between her boot and the hem of her dress. His grip was strong, promising how he could possess her later if she allowed him. The hand slid higher, under her light dress and was soon flirting with the curve of her ass. He wouldn’t feel any panties there, Stephanie wore a thong to avoid a panty line. She heard the noise of the crowded bar in the background, but it didn’t deter her like it normally would. Stephanie could be playful in public with Andy, but they never went at it like horny teenagers. They certainly didn’t make out like this. And yet, Stephanie couldn’t help herself. She wanted Dez. She wanted him with every ounce of her soul. Her willpower to keep her promise to her husband began to dissolve.
Stephanie pushed back from him, breathless. His hand stayed on her ass, holding her against him. Her hand rested on his chest, and she fought the urge to drop it back to his lap.
“I think you’re ready to go, baby,” Dez said, grinning.
He could feel how badly she wanted it. Stephanie was as ready as any wife he’d ever met, but still she was trying to take it slow. He admired her self-control. Stephanie’s resolve would only make it sweeter when she finally gave herself to him. Dez knew he could have her tonight if he pushed, just as he was confident he could have had her that day in the park. Stephanie was a restless filly, ready to bust out of her stall. Dez knew she wanted him to guide her, and he would, but only at her pace.
Dez was supremely confident and in control, while Stephanie felt like a panting mess. She loved his confidence, it was almost enough to get her to give herself to him—and she wanted Dez to control her.
“It sounds like you think I should just climb into your lap and do it right here.” Her voice was husky.
“It wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened here, but it’s usually later at night.” Dez gave her his warm laugh. “People usually still have some self-control during happy hour.”
“Are you saying I don’t have any self-control?”
Dez slid his hand higher and grabbed her ass roughly. He could have easily pulled the petite woman onto his lap. Her dress was short enough, it would have been easy for him to move it out of the way, slide her thong aside… They were both thinking it. Dez’s cock surged, while Stephanie shuddered.
“I’m saying maybe we should get out of here after this drink.”
Stephanie patted his chest. “Nice try, but I’m still a proper woman, remember? I’m not going to go running to your place after half a drink. You’re going to have to put some work in. I need to be romanced.” She disentangled from him and downed her drink so fast she got a head rush. It didn’t calm her nerves.
“It’
s okay, girl. You’re worth the effort.”
“You probably say that to all the hotwives.” Stephanie smiled.
“Most of them don’t require that much effort.” Dez chuckled, counting the women who’d thrown themselves at him.
Stephanie looked around the bar. “Are the other women hotwives too?”
Dez chuckled. “Are you saying the only white women who fuck black guys are hotwives?”
“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean…” she stammered.
“Chill, Steph. I’m just yanking your chain. Lots of white women like the BBC, not just hotwives.”
“Yeah, I know that,” she replied defensively. She’d seen the term BBC online, and now that she’d felt his crotch, she understood what it meant. “Obviously…not that I’m saying we all want BBC…”
“I don’t know, based on porn…”
It annoyed her that Dez was so amused by her. Stephanie was out of her element and she didn’t like that Dez so easily kept her off balance. She really did feel like an inexperienced young woman out on a date. Dez should want her for who she was—and it seemed that he did—so why was it so important to her to impress him? Stephanie took a deep breath and centered herself.
“I was just wondering if maybe this is like a hotwife bar or something,” she said.
Dez finished his bourbon and raised a hand to signal the waitress they wanted another round. “There are swinger joints, and they can be a lot of fun. I’ve been a couple times, on nights when they let single men in, and depending on the crowd it’s often easy pickins.”
“What do you mean?”
“Couples go there, looking for a guy like me to take care of the wife. I prefer to build a relationship and get to know a wife, like we’re doing, but I’ll admit there are some nights when I’ve hit the club.”
Stephanie had no idea there were such places, and hearing about them gave her a shiver of excitement. She thought about going one night with Andy to see what happened. She imagined a stud—much like Dez—picking her up while Andy was there, hanging back and watching. Would he like that? Stephanie thought it might be a safe way to play.
“Are there a lot of those in town?”
“There’s a place down in the city, and there’s a big mansion not too far away where they throw lifestyle parties. I could take you sometime, if you’re interested.”
Stephanie had been thinking about going with her husband, but the thought of Dez taking her to a swingers club—like she was his woman—made her heart pound. Her mouth was dry and she was glad when their refills arrived. She didn’t even care about the waitress’s hostility. “We’ll see. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“I’m good for whatever you want, baby.”
The flirting and touching continued through another round of drinks. They kissed a couple more times, but each time Dez tried to get his hand up her dress Stephanie froze up and slowed things down. She didn’t want to be a tease, and she didn’t want to frustrate Dez, but she still had a block, that fear of losing control. She may not have wanted to tease him, but she couldn’t help herself either. Whenever she caught Dez looking down her dress, Stephanie leaned forward. Knowing he wanted her so badly boosted her confidence and gave her a feeling she’d never quite had before. Stephanie had always been very pretty, but she’d been something of a tomboy in her younger days. She’d never felt like the sexy vamp. She liked the change. She found it addicting.
Dez was frustrated, but he also enjoyed playing with the flirty little wife. Her hard-to-get act just made him want Stephanie more. He kept teasing her, looking for the thing that would break her resolve.
Stephanie cut herself off halfway through martini number three and asked for a glass of water. She still had to drive home, and the alcohol gave her a warm, buzzy feeling that made her slower to push Dez away each time he touched her. With his arm around her, Dez casually massaged her breast as they sat in the booth, and Stephanie found she was shifting to make it even easier for him. His big, strong fingers kneaded her flesh expertly, making it difficult for Stephanie to think clearly.
Dez loved how responsive her nipples were. Even through her dress and bra, he felt them harden to his touch, and the way her breath caught when he teased her there made his mouth water for her. Dez wanted to tear her dress off and see how she reacted when he really started touching her. Dez was not going to let her go back to her husband tonight without something to think about. He was ready to push Stephanie further when she told him she should get going. Dez took a deep breath to contain his frustration.
When she thought she’d sobered up enough to drive, she told Dez she had to be getting home. A check of her phone told her it was almost eight o’clock. Andy would be putting the kids to bed. She felt a pang of guilt for missing that. Stephanie was surprised there were no texts from Andy. What must he be thinking, waiting at home for her?
Dez settled the tab and led Stephanie out of the bar with a possessive arm around her. She was still his for a little while longer. The crowd had thinned considerably, and her presence on his arm drawing more looks than when they’d arrived. The dismissive looks from some of the women were drowned out by the hungry looks of the men. Dez just smiled.
Stephanie felt the men’s desire for her so acutely it made her shiver.
“You’re not ready to come back to my place, are you?” Dez asked in the parking lot, as they walked toward her car.
“Sorry.”
“It’s all good, girl. I don’t want to push you.”
“You’re sweet. I’m not wasting your time. I want you to know that. This is just so new to me.”
“I get it. Some women think they want to do this, and then find they can’t. That’s okay, too. We’ll have fun on this journey, Steph.”
“You’re too perfect.” Stephanie smiled warmly.
“Don’t be confused. I’m not all sweetness and patience. I plan on fucking you, Steph.”
Her eyes widened. They were standing beside her RAV4 and Dez grabbed and kissed her, taking her breath away. It may have been the martinis, but suddenly everything seemed to move so fast Stephanie couldn’t respond, only react. Dez lifted her to sit on the hood of the RAV4. She wrapped her legs around him while he kneaded her ass. Her arms were over his shoulders, and she played with his braids while they kissed. Dez palmed her tits, and when he felt the stiff nubs of her nipples straining through her dress and bra, he teased them with his thumbs. Stephanie stiffened and pushed herself into him.
“Dez…” she gasped, when he lowered his talented lips to her neck. “Please…no marks, baby…”
“Don’t you worry, girl,” he whispered, between kisses and nibbles of her neck.
Dez stroked her cheek with his thumb, and when he brushed her lips she kissed it, flicking her tongue out. He pressed the thumb, and she sucked it between her lips. Dez thought about those lips wrapped around his cock, and he groaned. Her mouth was wet, warm and tight on his thumb. He had to fuck this woman. He wanted to fuck her right on the hood of her car.
Her mind went to filthy places and Stephanie reached down to stroke him through his pants. God, he was thick and so big. She swore she could feel its heat through his pants, and she barely overcame the urge to take it out. Stephanie was sure if she did that, Dez would be screwing her right here in the parking lot. Stephanie pulled his lips back to hers and attacked him with her tongue. She wanted Dez to feel her need.
Dez pushed his hand between her legs. She couldn’t close them because he stood between them. He stretched her thong to the side and rubbed her slippery lips. His thumb brushed the small patch of hair above her mound, then pressed lower. Her pussy was drenched, and he was pleased. Dez knew exactly how much she needed him. He found her clit and she jumped. A thick finger pressed inside her, filling her. She tightened around him, making Dez think about being inside her once again. Her mouth. Her cunt. He would have all of her. Stephanie was so ready for him.
Stephanie clung helplessly to his shoulders. She couldn’t b
elieve this was happening. Another man was fingering her cunt and she was going to come for him. Dez had total control of her. She pushed her hips against his hand, tightening her legs around him. Dez added a second finger, stretching her open. It didn’t hurt. She was drenched. Stephanie lay her forehead on his broad shoulder and bit her bottom lip, trying to stifle her moans. She didn’t want to be discovered in this state. Stephanie had never done such a thing, letting a man take her like this in public. God, what if they were discovered? Stephanie would be ruined if word ever got out, but she didn’t care. She needed to come.
“Come on, girl, that’s it. You need it, don’t you, baby?”
“Yeah…yeah…” she whimpered.
“Just a taste, baby. Just a taste of what’s to come. You’re gonna be screaming on my cock next time.”
“Yeah…fuck…yeah…”
Dez had his thumb planted on her clit, rubbing firmly, and the wife came so fast he almost laughed. Stephanie was more than ready. He wanted to fuck her now. Dez didn’t think he needed to wait. She wanted it. He didn’t slow down when she came on his fingers, but worked his digits faster, and a second climax pounded through her in less than a minute. Dez only stopped when she grabbed his wrist. He hoped it was because she wanted his cock inside her.
Stephanie’s head was spinning. She came so fast the first time, it startled her. The second time, it rocked her from head to toe. No one ever made her come like that with just their fingers. Stephanie didn’t even orgasm like that during sex. Stephanie grabbed his wrist, making Dez stop. She was going to lose her mind if he kept going. And then she would be fucking him.
“Baby…please…stop…” she gasped.
“You don’t want me to.”
Dez kissed her, and she returned it sloppily. It distracted her enough that her grip on his wrist loosened, and his teasing fingers slipped back in. Stephanie moaned deeply, and he thought he had her, but she mustered the strength to stop him again. He had to admire her resolve.
“No, but you have to,” she panted. “I have to go home to my husband, and you’re not going to do me on the hood of my car anyway…not tonight.”
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