Satisfying Her Needs: A Hotwife Revealed Story (Her Needs Series)

by Blaise Quin

  “I told him that. I said, my husband bought me this dress. I don’t want you saying anything bad about him.”

  That wasn’t exactly the ringing endorsement I was hoping for, but I guess it was better than nothing. “What did he say?”

  “He said, ‘Let’s go somewhere right now, and as I’m taking it off you, you can call him up and tell him how much you like the dress. How well the zipper works, as it’s pulled down. How good it looks on the floor.’”

  Wow. The guy was—dominant. Just like Andie liked. Had her eyes lit up when he said that? “He said all this, right in the coffee shop? Couldn’t other people hear?”

  “Maybe. He wasn’t the kind of guy who cared.”

  I tried to laugh. “Well, he’s also kind of nuts. You’d never have done that. Talked to me on the phone, when, you know, another guy was there, and you were. . .”

  I heard a rustle on the phone, and Andie’s voice had gone up a few notches when she said, “Having sex? I thought maybe you’d like that, listening to me. That’s what actually got me excited when I came home with. . .”

  My heart stopped. “With him?”

  “With nothing but my coffee. . .alone.”

  She said ‘alone’ like she was disappointed.

  Andie continued, “I actually rushed back here, it wasn’t even lunch time, and you know what I did? I pretended he was here. I slipped out of the dress, letting it just drop to the floor. I fell back on the bed, imagining that I was talking to you on the phone. I started to touch myself, I was so wet already, if you hadn’t been on the plane I would have called you up.”

  “What would you have said?” I started to stroke myself again, thinking of her lying there, the dress in a heap on the floor.

  “Everything. That I was in our bedroom with him. That he made me take off my dress. Oh god, it makes me wet again just thinking about it.”

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m touching myself,” she whispered. “But I’m kind of sore. I’ve already done this a few times.”

  “A few times?”

  “Yes. I couldn’t even make it home from the coffee shop, I was so turned on. I—I masturbated in the car.”

  “In the car? While you were driving?”

  “I couldn’t help it. I know, it sounds dangerous. I purposely got stuck at a long light just so I could finish. I had to turn the music up, I didn’t want anyone sitting in the cars at the light to hear me scream.”

  I didn’t know what to say. My wife, masturbating in the car. Almost in pubic. Who was this woman?

  “As soon as I got home I rushed upstairs to the bedroom and I did it again. And then I took the dress off, and did it again. And again. I’ve never masturbated that many times in one day in my life. Each time thinking of different ways he’d take it off.”

  “And talking to me on the phone?”

  “Yes, he’s making me tell you everything, how he was making me strip, what he was doing to me, how he was going to make me suck him while I talked to you, how he was going to fuck me. . .” Andie’s was talking faster now, and I was stroking myself to match her cadence.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “The same thing you are, I’m touching myself.”

  “That’s what I was imagining, I’m holding the phone, and he is fucking me, and you’d not be able to control yourself, listening, jerking yourself off as he. . .”

  “As he what?” My voice was as excited as Andie’s.

  “As he fucked me. In our bed. As I wrapped my arms around his wonderful body. . .”

  We were both silent for a minute, intent on the images, on our own pleasure, and then I heard a sharp intake of breath, and Andie asked, “Peter, what are you thinking about. . .”

  “He’s fucking you,” I whispered. “He’s turned you over on your stomach, and you are pressed against the bed, and he’s slamming into you, and you have the phone in your hand, and I ask you how it feels.”

  “What do I say?”

  “You say it feels so good, and I’m happy for you, and jealous, I want to be there, to see the look on your face, as he. . .”

  “As he what?” Andie’s voice now, breathless.

  “As he—as he comes.”

  “Is that what you’d want? You’d want him to cum in me?”

  “Yes!” I said, and I had to slow down, I was on the edge.

  “That’s what I’d want too! Oh god Peter, I’m going to come again, thinking about it. . .”

  “Me too, I wish this was his cum, shooting into you. . .” I moaned, hot jets of cum pulsing out of my cock.

  “I can feel it,” whispered Andie. “I can feel the cum, shooting into me. . .” Her voice trailed off, and I pictured her rubbing her pussy hard, overcoming its rawness, then she cried out, and I knew she had done it, pushed into her orgasm by thinking of another man shooting into her.

  After a long silence, while we both caught our breaths, Andie said, “That was so hot.”

  “I think so too. I’ve never had phone sex before.”

  “Well, I have, but not like that.” Andie laughed. “You’re pretty good at this fantasy thing.”

  “I had another idea about that,” I said.

  “What?”

  “It’ll be a surprise.”

  “Come on, what kind of surprise?”

  “I’m not going to tell you. I’m still working on it. It will require a little—participation on your part.”

  “Peter, give me a hint at least!”

  “Well, it involves a video.”

  Andie didn’t say anything for a while. Then she said, “That sounds a little kinky. I’m not sure if I’d like that.”

  “Andie, do you trust me?”

  She didn’t hesitate. “I do.”

  “Then just promise that you’ll take part.”

  “I can’t promise if I don’t know what it is!”

  “Stop trying to wheedle information out of me. No more hints.” When she didn’t reply right away, I added, “You’ll like it, I’m sure. Besides, it will be something I’m doing for you.”

  “Okay. But I have to warn you, it would be hard to top what we just did.”

  Unless you did it for real, I thought. That would certainly be something to think about.

  “I hope you sleep well,” I said.

  “I will now. Once I get this dress off.”

  “You’re still in the dress?”

  “I told you, I’ve had it on and off all day. The last time, I was wondering what it would have been like to have had sex while still in it.”

  “We could try that sometime.”

  “Maybe. I’ve kind of associated it with something else now.”

  She meant someone else. She was still thinking about the guy from the coffee shop. The guy she had been fantasizing about. “Andie, you never finished your story. How did you leave it with that guy?”

  Andie laughed. “What do you think I did?”

  “I honestly don’t know. But I’d like to hear. No matter what happened.”

  “I smiled at him, and thanked him for his interest. And. . .”

  “And what?”

  “And promised I’d keep his offer in mind.”

  I held my breath. “What did he say?”

  “He was a little speechless. I’m not sure other women rejected him. But maybe that wasn’t it. You see, as I was saying it, I was tucking his card down the top of my dress. Into my bra. I think he was so focused on that he might not have been paying attention to what I was saying. Standing over me the way he was, I’m sure he got an eyeful.”

  “You kept his card?” I was amazed.

  “Oh, yes. As a matter of fact I have it right here on the nightstand. So you can see it. And of course, if I want to call him. Why don’t you think about that as you fall asleep tonight dear? You can imagine that it’s him, instead of his card, that is lying in bed next to me.”

  Chapter 11

  All the next week, whenever I was alone, I looked at
porn. I couldn’t help it. Once I got something in my head, it was hard to let it go. This idea I had, of finding a woman in one of the wife sharing videos who looked like Andie, was just downright hot.

  Andie knew something was up and tried to get me to give her more hints, but I stuck to my guns. She probably thought I was planning on making a video of us having sex, maybe with a hidden camera, because I saw her looking around the bedroom whenever we were doing it. But after a while she gave up.

  Our sex was better than ever. Andie would crawl into bed, telling me wild stories about meeting men and flirting with them. I never knew if any of it was true, or how much was true. The descriptions were so detailed that many of them probably were. Maybe she embellished some of the stories, for my benefit, or hers. So I never quite knew what she was doing when she went out. Did she really talk to men, lead them on? Touch them? I remembered what I had seen her do in the store and in the restaurant. She was certainly capable of it.

  Whatever Andie was doing, it was certainly working for both of us. Her stories became wilder, more wicked. Taking a man home. Being taken somewhere, and being forced to have sex with multiple men. She’d start a story, and then lead into something, getting a sense of whether I liked it, and then she’d go down that path, only veering off if she sensed she had gone too far, or toward something I might find really disturbing.

  There wasn’t much chance of that. All of it turned me on. Mostly it was just listening to her, hearing her talk about things she’d never talked about. Learning more about my wife than I ever had before. Her secret desires. Her needs.

  I had another business trip, not an overnight, and once again Andie made a show of dressing up in front of me, pretending that she was going to go out and meet up with a guy. Or maybe not pretending, but planning. This time, she didn’t put any underwear on. When I asked why, she said, “We won’t have much time, so this way I won’t have to get undressed, he can just lift up my dress and fuck me.”

  It got us both so hot I almost missed my plane that morning. When I got back that night, Andie was still wearing the dress. She told me this long story about being bent over a table and being taken by a black man, wanting to call me on the phone, but not having time, it all happened so fast. She made me lie on the bed, lifting the dress up to reveal her pussy. It looked like she had been masturbating, but it was the same as if she had been fucked. She straddled my face, the swollen lips of her labia inches from my face, teasing me, and when I asked her if she had let the stranger cum in her, she said, “Lick it and find out for yourself.” And then she sat on my face, forcing me to lick her, and although I knew she must have had more than one orgasm that day she came fast, grinding into my mouth.

  Of course, it was all just harmless fun. Now that we had openly admitted our fantasies, and I could see how turned on she was with me, it bothered me less and less. I was enjoying it, although I still thought it would be something we’d move past.

  Until I found the video.

  I was alone in my home office. Andie was in bed, and I had snuck downstairs to surf for Andie’s surprise. I had found a few videos that might work; one of them had a woman with the exact type of curly hair that Andie had, the hair that looks like a perm but isn’t. It was the right length, and her eyes were bright blue, not exactly the same, but close. She was older than Andie, and had much bigger tits, so if you looked close you’d find more differences than similarities.

  But what was so hot about it was what was going on. There were two black men in the video, and in the corner, a white man, average looking, with a camera. One of the black men said, ‘Who’s the whitey?’ And the woman said, ‘That’s my husband.’ The black man laughed and said, ‘I hope he has fun with his camera, because he isn’t getting any of you. Take off your clothes.’

  The woman looks up at him meekly, he’s much bigger than she is, even though she’s not petite. After a bit of hesitation she slowly starts unbuttoning her blouse. The two black men just stand there as the woman completely undresses, she’s standing there naked in front of them, and she shyly puts her hands over her crotch and breasts. One of the black men pulls her arms behind her back, not very gently, and she is helpless, naked and visible. The other man reaches for her breasts and squeezes them hard, pinching her nipples, and she yelps. She looks over to her husband, but the black man says disdainfully, ‘He can’t help you.’

  The two men proceed to fondle her, like a piece of meat. They bend her over the bed and demand that she spread her legs. They make her stay like that, shamelessly offering herself up, while the men joke around and casually take their clothes off, like they do this all the time.

  The two black men proceed to have their way with her, hard, bordering on rough. Making her suck them. Taking turns fucking her. The woman has her first orgasm almost against her will, maybe ashamed and amazed at how excited she is. Later she rubs her pussy and cums again as she is being fucked on all fours. All while the husband takes pictures. At the end the camera zooms in to a closeup of cum dripping out of her pussy.

  I had to resist the urge to constantly jerk off as I watched, imagining Andie doing something like that.

  The video was pretty close to what I thought Andie might like, given what she had talked about. The entire rough aspect of it got me thinking, and I started to do some more searches for videos with more of that.

  I wasn’t exactly sure what to search on; I didn’t want anything where the woman was being really forced, that turned me off totally. But I’d read that one of the most common of female fantasies was to be taken, not quite forced, but almost against her will. She still had some control, she just didn’t use it, or at least in the fantasy, pretended she couldn’t.

  I stumbled across another site, all user submitted amateur videos. I was pretty adept now at scanning through them by looking at thumbnails, so I was hitting the next page key pretty fast when something caught my eye. You know how you can pick out someone you know in a crowd really fast? There’s something about a person you know well, how they stand, their profile; just a glimpse is enough to make the connection in your brain.

  I paged back. There. A blurry snap of a woman who looked like Andie. That was worth checking out.

  I clicked on the video. As soon as it started to play, even before my mind processed the image, my entire body tightened up. My stomach flipped, all my muscles tensed. Because the woman in the video looked exactly like Andie. Exactly.

  The video was low resolution, probably from a camera phone. But the woman had the same build, the same hair. There was no clear shot of her face though. She was with a very tall, very muscular white man. I also could not get a good look at his face; the camera appeared to have been placed somewhere with no one running it, and the screen didn’t quite capture the faces of either the man or the woman. The room, maybe a hotel, was also lit by just one lamp, and the camera was pointing right into it, casting the faces in shadow.

  Even though I couldn’t see her face, it looked so much like Andie I shivered. I wasn’t sure if it was fear or arousal. The woman was on her knees, looking up at the man. She had no top on, just a bra, although she had on a skirt. She said something, but I couldn’t quite make out the words; there was a radio playing. The man unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. He was semi erect, the camera showing his cock in profile. He grabbed it and slapped it against the woman’s face, and then he said, ‘Suck it.’ The woman glanced over toward the camera, just for a second, but her hair covered her face, I couldn’t get a good look. Did she know she was being recorded? Or was she ashamed? Or wanting to make sure she was being captured?

  She hesitated, and the man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head forward, forcing his cock into her mouth. That seemed to trigger her, she started to suck on him.

  The man kept his hand on the back of her head, and as she sucked him his erection grew, and she had to grab his shaft to keep from choking. This didn’t deter the guy and he face fucked her, making her gag, but still she kept at it, eit
her because she wanted to or because of the force of the man’s hand on her head.

  ‘Take off your clothes,’ he ordered.

  She let go of his cock to comply, but he kept pushing into her face. ‘Don’t stop what you are doing.’

  The woman had to undress herself while on her knees, with his cock in her mouth. She fumbled at her clothes, pulling off her bra. Her skirt was a little difficult, trying to maneuver on the floor, her legs caught under her.

  Every time she moved I focused on her body, just as I had with the other videos. I kept seeing things that reminded me of Andie. Her breasts, almost exactly the same size as Andie’s. The curve of her hip and back. Even the way she moved her head. This was even better than the other video. I was getting hard, imagining it was Andie, wondering how she would react to this, seeing someone who looked a lot like her.

  Suddenly the guy pulled her up by her hair. She yelped in surprise or pain, but he didn’t seem to care. He pushed her onto the bed.

  Gruffly, the man said, ‘Don’t move,’ and disappeared from the screen for a few seconds. When he came back into view he handed her a condom and she put it on him, stretching it down all the way, and now the guy’s cock seemed ever bigger. When she finished he grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, shoving her onto the bed, flat on her stomach. Her face was pushed in the pillow, so I couldn’t see her reaction. But her legs were squeezed together, like she was protecting herself.

  Then the camera jerked around, and when it settled the view had changed; the guy had moved it to the nightstand next to the bed. The camera no longer was pointed directly into the lamp, so though the woman was still in profile, the image was clearer. When the big man came back into the frame he was naked. He stood behind the bed, looking down at the woman’s back and ass, leering.

  The man looked directly at the camera and smiled. He put a finger to his lips and made the unmistakable gesture that says, ‘Shh,’ like he was going to do something secret. And he did. He removed the condom and threw it over his shoulder. I couldn’t hear him, but I pictured him laughing.