Andy grew hard again from watching. It was his first three-erection night in who knew how long. He didn’t touch himself. He just stood in the doorway and watched. Andy imagined his wife was sucking her Bull to get him hard again. Stephanie labored for a few minutes longer and the lovers switched places, Dez going to his knees in front of her and lifted her leg over his shoulder. It only took a few moments to hear his wife’s moans over the running water. Her cries of pleasure echoed off the tiled walls.
He almost felt dirty watching like this, even though it was his wife in there. They didn’t know he was watching them—unless they assumed he would come looking for them. The couple acted as if they didn’t know, consumed with their own pleasure. After Stephanie’s cries reached the crescendo of orgasm, Dez stood and turned her to face the wall. The Bull showed impressive flexibility in getting low enough to shove his cock into Stephanie from behind and start fucking her.
Andy was sure Dez hadn’t brought a condom into the shower with him, but Andy couldn’t get angry about that—not after everything that had happened. This new couple—his wife and her Bull—had a frenzied lust for each other, and if Andy was going to allow this to continue, he knew he would have to accept certain things. Dez had already fucked his wife so many times—with and without condoms—did it really matter? Arbitrary rules just to make him feel better now felt silly. After watching them coupling for a few minutes, Andy withdrew to the bedroom.
Stephanie returned to him about twenty minutes later, wrapped in a fluffy towel and scrubbed clean. Her clothes were gathered in her arms. She closed the door behind her and wrapped her arms around Andy from behind and kissed his cheek. “Come here, babe.”
Andy let her lead him onto the bed and lie him on his back. She dropped her towel on the floor and followed, kneeling beside him. Stephanie went right for his cock, fishing it out after pushing down his pants. He hardened quickly when she stroked him.
“Where’s Dez?” he asked.
“I wanted to be alone with you. He understands.”
“You were gone for a while.”
“Dez wanted to help me in the shower. I hope that’s okay.”
Andy didn’t comment that she had waited until afterward to say that. Seeing her nude body, and her hand on his prick, made it difficult for Andy to think clearly. She leaned forward as she stroked him, her tits hanging towards him, and he gathered them in his hands. She shuddered when Andy pinched her nipples.
“Mmm, you know just how to touch me,” she moaned.
“As good as he does?”
“He doesn’t know my body the way you do.”
Andy slid a hand to her cunt and Stephanie jumped when he touched her.
“Sore down there?”
“A little. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to so much sex.”
Andy chuckled mirthlessly. “I’d think you’d be used to it by now.”
Stephanie smiled as she straddled him. “There’s only so much a girl can take.”
“Are you sure?” Andy asked, glancing down to where her well-used pussy hovered over his cock.
“I need you, babe. We need to do this, and we need to do it right now.”
Andy considered stopping her. He didn’t know that he wanted to make love to his wife with her Bull in the next room but watching her fuck Dez all night had left him desperate for it. Stephanie sank onto him and Andy groaned. She felt so good around him. A fleeting thought: Does her pussy feel better now that it’s freshly fucked? If he hadn’t jerked off twice, Andy would have come in that very moment.
“You loved watching. I could see it,” she moaned, slowly rocking on his cock.
“Yeah,” he admitted in a moan.
“It was so intense having you here, babe. When Dez was fucking me and you were staring me in the face…oh god…babe…”
“You were in heaven, Steph…”
“Having both of you…I can’t…it was so…”
“So fucking hot…”
“Yesss…”
“You were so slutty, Steph…”
“Can’t help it…you watching me…”
“Wasn’t just me. You love fucking him. You need to fuck him.” Andy’s voice took on an edge. He wasn’t angry, but aggressive. He couldn’t be angry, he’d signed on for this.
“Mmm…I do…I do…I…”
“You’re his whore. I know you can’t control it.”
Andy gripped her hips hard, thrust up at her. Stephanie’s tits swayed hypnotically.
“Babe…”
“It’s okay. I can’t control myself either. I love watching you.”
“Babe…”
“I love you dirty, Steph. I love you nasty.”
“Oh god! Babe!”
“I need you to be a slut. Fuck, Steph!”
Andy didn’t mean to speak the truth so plainly, but it just came out. He wanted this as much as she did, no matter how else it made him feel. At long last, in the midst of coupling, they understood each other. Andy didn’t know if it was healthy, but he couldn’t quit it. He would keep giving his wife to her Bull.
Stephanie leaned back and thrust hard at her husband. Her ecstatic cries grew louder. She wanted Dez to hear her in the next room. Her lover need to know how good her husband made her feel. Andy grabbed her breasts and pulled on her nipples. Stephanie was getting close. She didn’t know if she could climax again while she made love to her husband, but she had to do it. They needed to bond. And now their rapport was building them both to shattering orgasms. Stephanie stared at her husband, and once again his intensity frightened her. She knew he would never look at her the same again—not really. They hadn’t just crossed a line, they’d dashed right across it—together. Andy’s admission made her love him even more. For the first time, she truly felt like they were in this together. She hoped it would become easier for him over time.
“Oh god! Oh god, Andy! Fuck me!” Stephanie screamed.
Andy came in a rush that made his head spin. Stephanie kept bouncing on his cock as he added his load to her Bull’s and thinking of that made his orgasm so much more intense. Stephanie gave a long scream and came on him, making Andy proud. She froze for a moment, her mouth hanging open, and then she rolled to the side, shivering as she curled into a ball. She smiled at her husband. Neither of them said I love you. The look they shared was saying everything they needed.
Epilogue
Andy and Stephanie fully entered a new phase of their marriage—eyes wide open. Andy remained uneasy with sharing his wife, but he accepted that unease for part of the thrill, and it would never completely go away. It was internal. It wasn’t because he didn’t trust Stephanie. If anything, he trusted his wife more than he ever had in the past—because he had to. They could never do this if he didn’t.
Not that Stephanie was perfect. Their ground rules were light after that night. Andy wasn’t worried about condoms anymore, but they agreed she would try to limit her time with Dez to when Andy could be there. It was so much better for Stephanie when her husband was there, but it was still pretty great being alone with Dez, and the truth was that with their busy lives it was difficult to arrange times when they could both see Dez together. Stephanie still fucked Dez on the side—sometimes after work, sometimes at lunch—but she always made sure to get a video for Andy. She even video called him once, which was almost as good as having him there. Andy sometimes grumbled when she came home late after an evening with Dez, but she always brought her husband around by being as good a slut for him as she had been for her Bull. Stephanie also realized that Andy secretly liked her rule-breaking. He wanted her to be naughty.
Stephanie was a new woman, but she tried to hide the changes from their friends and family. She did not start dressing like a slut—except for Dez. She did not become reckless or crass or openly sexual around other people. Stephanie liked that they lived a double life. She liked talking to her friends at church and hearing them whispering over the latest minor scandal. If only they knew, she thought. H
aving a sexy secret was more fun than she ever would have thought.
Dez could never get enough of Stephanie. He’d fuck the hotwife every day if she allowed it, but he understood his role—even if he chafed at its limitations. Stephanie was his only hotwife for a long time, but eventually that itch for a new conquest returned, and Dez added a new, sexy, thirtysomething blonde with a small-dicked husband. Unlike Andy, her husband was a straight-up cuck, and Dez enjoyed putting him in his place.
Stephanie wasn’t ready to give Dez up, but as with Charlotte, Dez’s new playmate made her realize she was a jealous hotwife. She decided that if she had to share her Bull, perhaps she should branch out, too. She brought the idea to her husband and Andy was all for it so long as he could be included in everything. Stephanie was surprised, but happy.
The couple began their search, which led to all kinds of new adventures…
Afterword
Believe it or not, this was supposed to be a short. A couple runs into an acquaintance who is on a date with a couple and learn what the hotwife lifestyle is through him. And as they learn, the wife, Stephanie, becomes curious. But the story took on a life of its own and began a long novel. I had a lot more to say about Stephanie and Andy than I thought I did. I enjoyed writing about a woman who takes charge of her own sexuality. A lot of these hotwife stories are not about that, but about a wife living out her husband’s fantasies. I like looking at these things another way, and I hope you enjoyed my exploration.
It takes a village, as they say, and first I have to thank my family—the kids who are (sometimes) patient enough to leave me alone, and the husband who manages the chaos when I’m in the basement writing. I need to thank Gary and Tex, who whipped this manuscript into a readable condition. Any remaining mistakes are mine, not theirs. And I need to thank the other writers who inspire me everyday when I am writing about naughty women owning their sexuality: Kenny Wright, Ben Boswell, Arnica Butler, Max Sebastian and KT Morrison.
Also by Kirsten McCurran
Tempted by Tickets: A Fiancée Exchanged
Kayla Captivated: The Club
Shoot The Messenger
Best Hotwife Erotica Vol. 3: Caught!
Gentrified
A Swinging New Year
Halloween Fling
Hawaiian Swing
Hot Dates 3: Consequences of Being a Shared Wife
Domestic Bliss
Queen of Hearts
Her Other Husband: The Complete Series
Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife
Meghan is Wild
Ana’s Forbidden Fantasy
Hot Dates: Becoming a Shared Wife
Emma's Escape
Blank Canvas
The Wedding Party
Devil's Bargain
Sydney's Sin
Truth or Treat
Bound By Two
The Coach’s Wife
Flirting With Trouble
Swinging Saved Our Marriage
Her Other Husband Series
A Snap Decision/Kissing In a Tree
Kelly Crosses the Line
Kelly Can't Help It
Kelly's Last Date
Substitute Wife
Swapping Around the Christmas Tree
Sex Equity
Stormbound: Seduced by the Neighbors
Because He's Watching
Eve & Friends Series
It Started With a Joke
It Started With Mistletoe
It Started Over Coffee
It Ended With an Announcement
About the Author
Kirsten McCurran is the nom de plume of an average thirtysomething woman with a dirty mind and the drive to share her vivid fantasies. She is especially interested in tales of women like her, who are tempted by the forbidden and give in—only to discover the complications that can cause. Like many of her characters, Kirsten lives in the ‘burbs and has a loving husband and a couple of children, so she understands how difficult it might be for one of her characters to balance a real life with her erotic adventures. Her neighbors may be scandalized to discover what is going on in her head, but Kirsten’s husband fully approves, and even lends a hand in the creative process where he can.
Kirsten has written over 30 ebooks. She loves to hear from her fans and can be reached on Twitter @kirstenmccurran or by email at [email protected]. Checkout Kirsten’s blog and all of her books at her website, kirstenmccurran.com.
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