“We should go upstairs,” he croaked out.
“That’s probably a good idea.”
They reconvened in the bedroom after Stephanie made a pit stop in the kitchen for a couple bottles of water. She found Andy on the bed nude, so she joined him in kind, throwing her clothes on the end of the bed. His cock stood straight up, and she stroked it lightly while he watched her on the video. She was thrilled to see him so excited, but she found it difficult to watch herself like that. It was strange to see a woman between her legs, and stranger still to see the way she looked when she was in the throes of passion. Charlotte had no trouble getting her off, that was for sure. Stephanie wondered if that made her bi. She was confused, because as much as she had enjoyed being with the blonde, she had no burning desire to run out and be with another woman—not the same way she wanted to be with Dez again. It was fun, but she didn’t need it. But this wasn’t the time to over-analyze. She needed to focus on her husband.
“I guess you think that’s hot?” Stephanie asked, snuggling against Andy’s side, while stroking his prick.
“Goddam, hon. Holy shit!”
“I wish you’d been there with us. That would have made it perfect, babe.”
Andy was only half-listening to her. He was focused on the version of Stephanie on the tablet. The one who was shouting and moaning and about to come. Emotionally, he was right there with her. Andy knew he was about to finish, too. On the video, Stephanie screamed, “Yes!” one final time. He knew how she looked when she came. It was too much. Andy wanted to throw the tablet aside and fuck his wife, but he came before he could make a move. His load shot into the air, and then oozed down over his wife’s pumping hand. He would have been disappointed if he believed this was the only time he’d be coming tonight.
“Let me clean that up for you,” Stephanie offered, smiling indulgently.
Andy watched his wife lean down and appreciatively suck him into her mouth. She licked her sticky fingers, too, and his heart pounded harder. Stephanie had always been fun in bed, but she’d found a new gear since that night they’d seen Dez at the restaurant. He loved her new slutty side and was afraid it might disappear if Dez disappeared from their lives. That shouldn’t have been a consideration, but it was.
He turned his attention back to the video. Charlotte was leading Stephanie toward the camera—toward the bed—where Dez waited. The video ended.
“Wow. That was… I didn’t know you… Steph, wow…”
Stephanie moved the tablet and sat astride her husband, her arms draped over his shoulders. She played with his hair. “Left you speechless, did I?”
“You and Charlotte…”
“It wasn’t my idea, babe. I just rolled with it. It was…fun.”
Andy smirked. “You looked like you had a little fun.”
“Don’t get any crazy ideas. I don’t see that happening again any time soon.”
“No?” Andy pouted.
“Maybe. I don’t know. We’ll see. It’s just not what I’m looking for.”
“I know what you’re looking for.”
“Oh yeah?”
“And I think you got it, too.”
Andy allowed a smile. Watching Stephanie with Charlotte and getting off with his wife’s willing assistance had relaxed him. His anxiety temporarily abated. He was feeling playful, especially with Stephanie now rubbing her wet sex against him. She tried to be subtle about it, but she worked herself against him, and the feeling was already coming back into his spent shaft—even if he wasn’t hard again yet.
“Do you?” she replied, winking. Stephanie was relieved to see him relax.
“If I doubted it, I think I have proof right here.” Andy nodded toward the tablet.
“I think you should check.”
Andy hefted her breasts in his hands and teased her stiff, dark nipples. Stephanie shivered, pressing her pussy harder against him. “Or I could just torture you until you tell me the truth.”
“Just be gentle, babe. I’m still sore there.”
Andy could see that her nipples were still red, but honestly it wasn’t going to slow him down. He didn’t want to be mean, but Stephanie was his wife, and she wasn’t going to be denied to him because Dez had been too rough with her. Andy would not make that accommodation. However, he knew how just light touches drove her crazy. He strummed her nipples just so, and Stephanie closed her eyes, while her bottom lip quivered. He loved seeing that.
The more Andy teased, the harder Stephanie grinded on him, and his cock continued to spark back to life. “Babe…” she moaned.
“Confess,” he demanded, grinning wickedly.
“Ahh, babe…”
“Tell me the truth, Steph.”
Andy lightly pinched her inflamed nipples. Stephanie winced and moaned.
The sting of pain added to Stephanie’s excitement, and she feared that if Andy didn’t stop teasing her she would scream. She needed her husband to fuck her. The words Andy wanted were on the tip of her tongue, but she was afraid to say them—afraid Andy couldn’t really handle it, but he was unrelenting.
“I…I…need to be fucked,” she moaned, both elated and angry that he’d broken her.
“What do you want, Steph?”
“I want to be fucked. I want you to fuck me.”
“I’m sure you do, but that’s not all, is it?”
She shook her head, but the words didn’t come right away. Instead, Stephanie moaned and trembled. Her voice was low when she finally spoke. “I want Dez to fuck me. I want his big, black cock,” she gasped, echoing the words she’d heard her lover use to tease her the night before.
Andy’s cock surged beneath her, the side of his shaft parting her lips, and he was pleased with his rapid recovery, even if the cause still confused him. As hard as her words made him, they equally twisted his gut. His fear was as real as his arousal, but in the battle between the two, the arousal kept winning. He wasn’t sure how much of that was down to his trust of his mate of 20 years, or how much of it was some kind of perversion. He reached for the tablet.
Stephanie wasn’t sure how to feel when Andy leaned the tablet against her while she grinded her pussy against his horizontal cock. She was right here, he was hard, she needed to get fucked, but he started to watch a video of her. She was happy he wanted to watch it, but she also wanted his attention on the version of her that was right here in the flesh.
She couldn’t see the screen in this position, so she watched her husband, while he watched her, and listened to the tinny sounds coming from the tablet’s speaker. Stephanie heard herself begging Dez to fuck her, and she heard him telling her how sweet her pussy was. Her cunt contracted as she remembered how Dez had filled her. Andy’s eyes were wide as he watched the video, and he never looked away from it as he started grinding back against her. His mouth hung open. Was he awed in a good way or a bad way? She couldn’t tell from his expression.
Stephanie was self-conscious listening to the video. It felt weird to her, but not weird enough to dampen her need. She wanted to rip the tablet out of Andy’s hands and stuff him inside her. She felt he was ready. His cock was twitching against her wetness. Andy was all about the tablet—until he wasn’t. He laid it aside, stared up at her with deadly serious eyes, and demanded, “Fuck me.”
In a single swift move, Stephanie rose up, grasped his cock to line it up and slipped down onto him. She whimpered when he filled her, still a bit sore from Dez, but she liked how the sting reminded her of her bad behavior. She braced her hands on Andy’s stomach and began riding him, churning her cunt at a slow, steady pace. Stephanie tried not to be put off that his gaze kept darting between her and the tablet.
Andy wanted to concentrate on his wife, but the fucking sounds coming from the tablet kept drawing his attention. His mind was in a dark place. To say that watching his wife squeal and writhe on another man’s cock was a punch in the gut was an understatement. Andy had felt like he couldn’t breathe when he started watching. Anger burned insid
e him when he saw how enthusiastically Stephanie gave herself to Dez. He thought she might have some hesitation to fuck a different man for the first time in her life, but Stephanie had begged for it. All those strange feelings were subsumed into his passion, and as the blood rushed to his cock, Andy found he couldn’t stop watching. Seeing his wife as a slut was like a drug. He rode the high as long as he could, and then he needed relief. He needed Stephanie for himself.
He watched his wife riding him, her fabulous tits bouncing and swaying, and he thought about how Dez had probably had the same exact view. It was a sight only he had ever seen until last night. Seeing his wife like that used to be a privilege reserved for Andy, but no longer.
Stephanie held her breasts and lightly stroked her nipples. She was close. She didn’t want to give Dez too much credit, especially out loud, but reaching orgasm had become so much easier since she’d gotten involved with him. It was like she was always ready for sex, which could be so annoying if she didn’t get it enough. Stephanie was glad she had made Andy come with her mouth first. He was lasting longer than he’d been doing lately.
“Baby…baby…yes!” she cried.
Andy felt his load bubbling up in his balls, and he grabbed hold of Stephanie’s slim hips, bouncing her harder on his cock. She trembled and cried out, stiffening on top of him. He didn’t stop until he jacked his shaft hard into her and with a deep groan, shot his seed deep in his wife. As he came inside her, a thought flashed through his mind. Had Stephanie made Dez use a condom?
On the tablet Dez kept going, still driving Stephanie wild, while Andy was already done.
Stephanie rolled onto her back with a deep, satisfied sigh. She reached over and clasped her husband’s hand. She needed to be connected to him. Andy squeezed her hand back.
“So you don’t hate me?” she asked, adding a nervous laugh.
“Not even close, Steph. I’ll always love you. I’m sure there are things I still don’t get about how you feel about this. By the same token, my feelings on all this are more complicated than you can appreciate. It turns me on, it’s fucking hot, but I still have a lot of other weird feelings about it.”
“I don’t want to torture you.” Stephanie felt like they’d already had this conversation too many times. It was not one they could keep having.
“I know. I don’t want to be tortured.” Andy smiled.
“I guess that means we shouldn’t…”
“I didn’t say that,” Andy added hastily. He knew the smart thing was to stop this entire circus, but he didn’t want to make that call—for several reasons. “I still need to think about it.”
“Of course. I don’t want you to feel rushed, babe. We’re only doing this if you want it too.”
“Love you,” he said, closing the tablet.
“Love you, too.”
Fifteen
Andy was all over the place in the days that followed. The only constant was his fixation on Stephanie and Dez. When he let his mind wander, it went right to his wife with Dez in the hotel that night. It was funny, but Charlotte’s presence hardly registered at all, despite how hot it had been to see her part of the video. He’d had fantasies of his wife with another woman for years, but he wasn’t even thinking about that anymore. It was now all about his sexy wife and her well-hung, muscular, black lover.
It didn’t help things that Andy could easily relive that night over and over again. Andy copied the videos to his phone, and he found himself watching them whenever he had a free moment. He didn’t watch them again with Stephanie. That had been a weird experience. Andy didn’t want his wife knowing just how much watching those videos turned him on. He even jerked off in his car one day at lunchtime while watching one. He worried it was becoming an addiction, and that complicated his upcoming decision about going forward. Andy knew Stephanie was on tenterhooks waiting for it, but he couldn’t bring himself to give her one.
Stephanie had trouble looking Dez in the eye when they returned to work that Monday morning. Going crazy in bed for her husband was one thing, but she’d acted like a total slut for another man—a flirty acquaintance from work—and she didn’t know how to react to him after doing that. She’d thought it was bad after fooling around with Dez in a parking lot, but this was ten times worse. Stephanie was so tense she was sure others had to sense it, but no one said anything. Dez smiled warmly when he came to her desk, showing no sign of their new relationship. He was a cool customer. Dez was so cool that Stephanie was hurt, like it had been just another night for him. And then the texts began.
[Dez] u party hard! Sat night was incredible. can’t wait for repeat.
It was mid-morning, and reading the text froze Stephanie. She immediately thought of Andy, and how he was still on the fence about going forward. It didn’t make her confident but reading Dez’s text reminded her of how much she wanted to see him again.
[Stephanie] started to think you’d moved on when I didn’t hear from u
[Dez] wanted to give u space. Figured u had a lot to think about. I’m rdy to go when u r Lunch?
[Stephanie] can’t go down that road. We need to keep work separate
[Dez] like last week?
[Stephanie] we can’t risk getting caught. I can’t come back from lunch looking like I just got fucked
[Dez] I’ll be gentle
[Stephanie] haha
[Dez] r u free this weekend?
Every fiber in her being wanted to scream Yes! Even if she was free however, even if Andy decided he was okay with her becoming a fulltime hotwife, Stephanie didn’t think her husband would be okay with her going out every weekend to be with her lover. She could handle it, but she suspected Andy could not. Stephanie hadn’t thought much about the future and what life might look like if they ever reached this point. It had been easier to focus on the moment, and the moments had been divine thus far.
[Stephanie] I’ll have to check with andy. Probably not.
[Dez] that sux. Keep me posted.
[Stephanie] will do
[Dez] and send me a hot picture while I’m waiting
[Stephanie] haha
She may have replied haha, but just thinking about sending her lover dirty pictures made her wet. Stephanie wanted to text Andy and see where he was on all this, but she didn’t want to push him. He needed the space to make up his own mind.
Stephanie left it alone in the days that followed, but Andy didn’t give her an answer as she hoped he would. She became frustrated. She needed an answer one way or the other, so she could make plans or try to move on. Dez kept asking for a couple days, but then backed off. She became concerned he was losing interest so she and caved to his demands.
One night while Andy was downstairs with the kids, Stephanie stripped down to an ivory lace, see-thru shelf bra and matching thong that had been lurking at the back of her lingerie drawer. As she posed in the full-length mirror, Stephanie frowned at the little bit of mommy belly that just would not disappear, no matter how much she worked out. At least that was balanced by how her boobs had grown during the second pregnancy. The lingerie pre-dated her son, and she was bursting out of the skimpy cups. The thong made the most of her shapely butt, and she posed to accentuate her toned legs. Overall, Stephanie knew Dez would be happy. She took several shots—in different positions, keeping her face out of them—and sent the best two to Dez. Her phone chimed with a text right away, almost as if Dez was waiting for her photos, phone in hand.
[Dez] damn girl. Ur body rocks. Show me more
Stephanie knew she should stop, but she was enjoying herself, so she laid on the bed and took a couple more. Dez replied with a photo of him fisting his hard cock. She bit her lip and squirmed on the bed. The kids were still up, so she couldn’t drag Andy to bed with her. Besides, she didn’t know how he would feel about why she was so turned on. Her thong was damp when she touched it. Stephanie texted Dez: is that for me?
[Dez] anytime all the time. Show me those titties
Stephanie giggled at titties
, but did as Dez wanted, slipping the bra straps from her shoulders and folding the bra down. Her nipples were dark and rock hard. After she sent the picture to Dez, she touched herself. Her pussy was juicy and ready for cock. God, she wanted Dez inside her! She remembered the way he’d pulled her to him and took her. Stephanie didn’t care that she was sore afterward. It was worth it.
[Dez] fuck! Love those titties! Gotta have u again girl!
Legs bent at the knees, her thong pulled aside, Stephanie rubbed her shaved mound, fingers dipping between red lips to stroke her clit. She relived every moment of her night with Dez. Stephanie swiftly brought herself to climax, squeezing her thighs together around her hand, while she turned her face into the pillow to stifle her moans. She was satisfied for the moment, but still planned to pounce on Andy the moment the kids were asleep.
It took Andy almost two weeks to come around. He still wasn’t as certain as he’d like to be, but he decided his reasons for holding Stephanie back were all in his head. He trusted her. He had no serious worry that Dez could ever steal her away from him. Stephanie wouldn’t ever give up her family for great sex—no matter how great the sex was. Andy still worried that he might seem unimpressive after she’d been fucking a hung black stud like Dez, but he had to have some confidence in his own skills. Finally, he didn’t want to admit it—again, he knew Stephanie loved him—but he feared that if he told his wife no after opening this door, she would resent him for it. Stephanie would hide it. She would never tell him, but she would resent him for taking something away from her and treating her like a possession. Andy knew his fears were all instinctive, not rational. It didn’t make any sense to stop something they both enjoyed because of that. He was sure he could handle Stephanie being a hotwife.
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