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  Stephanie’s Hotwife Seduction

  Kirsten McCurran

  Aphrodite Omnimedia

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Epilogue

  Afterword

  Also by Kirsten McCurran

  About the Author

  Stephanie’s Hotwife Seduction

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  © 2018 Aphrodite Omnimedia. All Rights Reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced for distribution by any means physical, mechanical or electronic without the explicit written permission of the copyright holder.

  This is a work of fiction. All characters and locations are fictitious or used fictitiously.

  Cover designed by Kenny Wright

  Cover image licensed from iStockphoto. Individuals pictured are models and are used for illustrative purposes only.

  First edition published digitally May 2018.

  One

  “I can’t believe we’re really doing this,” Andy said, holding the door open for his wife.

  “It feels so strange to be out alone. I don’t know if I remember how to do this,” Stephanie replied, pecking Andy on the cheek just before she walked through the door and into the fancy restaurant.

  “Just have a couple glasses of wine. I’m sure it will all come rushing back to you.”

  The pretty young blonde at the hostess stand looked at them expectantly. “Good evening. May I have your name please?”

  “Andy Hoffman. We have a reservation for 8:00.”

  She scanned an iPad on her stand and replied, “Great! I see it right here. It will just be a few minutes. Would you like to wait in the bar?”

  “That would be lovely,” Stephanie answered, taking Andy’s hand and leading him to the left and into the bar area.

  The couple’s first date in over two years was at the trendy new seafood restaurant in town, and they’d had to wait three weeks to get a reservation. Stephanie had told Andy she was willing to go somewhere else, but he insisted they didn’t do yet another date night at Outback Steakhouse. It had been so long since they’d been out without the kids, so the night had to be special.

  Andy pulled out a stool at the bar and held it while Stephanie slid onto it and hung her purse over the back. He glanced down at her long legs as she crossed them. Her little black dress only came to mid-thigh when she was seated. He flashed back two decades to the first time he saw the brown-haired beauty at Camp Lenape during counselor orientation, the auburn highlights in her chestnut hair catching the late-morning sun. She’d been wearing a little pair of running shorts and her tanned legs looked like they went on forever, leading up to a nice little round butt. He’d decided at that moment he was going to ask that girl out. When he discovered that she was also funny and spunky, he never looked back.

  “My eyes are up here,” she said, flashing him her perfect, white teeth. Stephanie had the cutest smile he’d ever seen, with little dimples forming in her freckle-dusted cheeks. Her voice had a raspy edge he’d always found sexy.

  “Sorry. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you all dressed up, it’s a bit distracting.”

  “You mean you like this look better than my usual baggy t-shirt and leggings?”

  Stephanie outstretched her arms to present herself to him. She’d had this dress forever and was pleased she fit into it again. Having the twins had changed her body in a lot of ways she didn’t like. Yes, her boobs were bigger now—they strained against the dress—but so was her butt, and she didn’t think her thighs would ever be the same. The HIIT workouts had given her a tight body and an enviable flat stomach, but she just had to accept she was different now. Rationally, she knew she was back to the same size she’d been before her first childbirth, but it had been a long time coming, and when she looked in the mirror she only saw the changes in her body. Just over forty, Stephanie did everything she could to look like that girl Andy had chased around all day before working up the nerve to talk to her. Her brown hair had been halfway down her back then, but it just brushed past her shoulders now—though she wore it in a cute ponytail more often than not. Tonight, it was down and teased elegantly.

  “Babe, you look incredible in anything…”

  “Liar!”

  “…but you look particularly stunning tonight. I’ve always loved you in this dress.”

  “I know. That’s why I squeezed myself into it.”

  Andy checked her out, noticing how the tiny black beads sewn into the fabric caught the light, especially where it stretched over her tits. In his opinion she looked better than ever. Maybe the dress was a little tighter, but only in the best places.

  “I doubt there was any squeezing involved. But if it’s uncomfortable, I’d be more than happy to help you out of it.”

  “Right here? I think people might notice.”

  “That’s right. You’ve always been more about sneaking into some quiet little corner than making a spectacle in public.”

  “The risk of getting caught is exciting, hon, not the actual getting caught. Besides, aren’t those days behind us? We’re grownups now.”

  Andy leaned over, put his hand on her hip, and kissed her, drawing it out. The couple was still kissing when the bartender came over to take their drink order.

  “Sorry about that,” Stephanie apologized, using her thumb to wipe some of her dark lipstick from Andy’s mouth.

  “Hey, I’m always happy to see a couple in love. You’re a lucky man, sir.” The bartender was tall and slim, with dark hair spilling over his forehead. He was a handsome twentysomething.

  “Indeed I am.”

  “That’s not what you say when the twins are screaming and our seven-year-old is demanding our attention,” Stephanie quipped.

  “What can I get you guys?”

  “I’d like a Jim Beam, and I believe the wife would like a glass of cabernet.”

  “Coming right up.”

  The bartender disappeared to the other end of the bar, and Andy gave her a look. Stephanie returned it, but then broke and asked, “What?”

  “I’m not the only guy who thinks you look hot tonight.”

  “Him?” She gestured toward the young bartender. “Are you kidding me?”

  “Babe, he was checking you out. Trust me. I know these things.”

  Andy had always had a sixth sense for when other men were paying attention to his wife—even back before she’d become his wife. He knew he wasn’t a bad looking guy, and he’d had girlfriends before Stephanie—despite their young age when they got together—but he had always felt she was way out of his league. Stephanie was so cute, and so smart and funny that he constantly marveled that she’d chosen him. And because she was so spectacular, he’d always taken great pride when he noticed other men giving her the eye. It gave him a thrill that he could not quite explain to know that other men wanted her. He had even gone so far as to encourage her to dress sexier and sexier when they were younger, eager for the attention she would bring. Stephanie had laughed when she realized what he was doing. That was another great thing about her. She had always been that sweet girl-next-door and didn’t see herself as hot at all. It was a good thing he trusted her implicitly. A paranoid man may have
been overcome with jealousy.

  “You always think you know, but I swear it’s in your head most of the time,” she protested.

  “Steph, if I weren’t here, that guy would be slipping you his phone number.”

  She smiled and shook her head. “Sometimes I wonder if you wish a guy actually would go that far.”

  “If they want, all the guys in the place can give you their numbers. I know you’re going home with me.”

  Stephanie glowed at his praise and squeezed his hand. It was gratifying to be reminded that Andy still felt so passionate after all these years together. A lot of her girlfriends, even those who hadn’t been with their husbands for nearly as long, were not so lucky. Everyone said that couples who got together so young as they’d done had it tough. Stephanie had met Andy when she was only seventeen, and today she was just as in love as she had ever been.

  “Hey, isn’t that Dez from work?” Andy asked, pulling her out of her reverie.

  She turned to look over her shoulder, peering into the dim corner of the bar. The man did bear a resemblance to her coworker. He was tall and broad, with narrow corn row braids that fell past his shoulders, and smooth, dark skin. She didn’t see a lot of men who looked like that, especially with that hair style, but she had no idea what he would be doing in a place like this, sitting in a booth with a well-dressed white couple who looked to be in their 40s. He turned, and when she saw him in profile, she realized it was Dez. He was a handsome man. One of the handsomest men she’d ever met. All of the girls at work had crushes on Dez, and even she had to admit that maybe—if she was single—maybe…

  “I think it is,” she agreed.

  The bartender brought their drinks and Andy handed over some cash. Stephanie sipped her wine and looked back at Dez. Something was off about the scene at the table in the corner, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. The two others looked like a couple. The man wore a nice sports coat, and his thinning hair was combed straight back. The woman was a comely blonde with perfectly coiffed hair and thickly-applied makeup. Stephanie thought she was trying to look younger, which went with her dress—a little red cocktail number that was all cleavage and hugging her curves. Although the two others were obviously the couple, Stephanie realized that Dez was sitting closer to the woman than the other man was.

  “I hope this doesn’t sound judgmental, but that’s an odd grouping, isn’t it? I mean, they’re way older than him, and they don’t really look like his crowd,” Andy said. He knew how it sounded as soon as it left his mouth, but he really didn’t mean it to be racist. It just didn’t make sense that those three people would be spending time together in a bar in a nice restaurant downtown.

  “I get what you’re trying to say, hon. But they’re not so much older,” she said defensively. The couple was only a few years older than they were, and she liked to think Dez was only a few years younger. She guessed he was in his mid-thirties.

  “But still, you’re right, it is an odd scene. It looks like something weird is going on.”

  “I know, right?” Andy agreed.

  “Should we go say hi and see what’s up?”

  “Looks to me like they’d rather be left alone.”

  The more she watched, the more she was convinced that things were not what they seemed. The man and woman were an obvious couple—they were sitting together on one curve of the booth—but body language suggested that Dez was flirting with the woman. The threesome was far enough away that Stephanie couldn’t eavesdrop, even in the quiet bar, but whenever Dez spoke the woman smiled and looked down shyly. She might even have been blushing. And Dez was paying far more attention to the woman than the other man was. It seemed like he was just along for the ride. Stephanie wished she could listen in.

  “Is it just me, or does it look like Dez is hitting on that guy’s wife right in front of him?” Andy asked, echoing his wife’s suspicions.

  “Maybe. It does kind of look like that.”

  “And it looks like she’s into it, doesn’t it?”

  “I think so, but she looks nervous, too. If that’s what’s going on, why is the guy just sitting there?”

  “Maybe Dez came over to hit on her while her husband was in the bathroom and didn’t split when he came back. He is a cocky sonofabitch.”

  Stephanie knew Dez was confident when it came to women. He never kept a girlfriend for long, and he never had to wait more than a day or two for another to come along. But he’d have to be a jerk to keep hitting on a woman when her husband showed up.

  “Dez is a nice guy. He wouldn’t do that. Whatever is going on over there, I’m sure he’s not just being a jerk,” Stephanie said. She liked Dez a lot. He always had a joke or a good story when he stopped into her office to drop off the signed delivery slips.

  “We probably shouldn’t keep staring.”

  “Good point,” she agreed.

  Nevertheless, even after they’d turned away Stephanie kept stealing glances at the threesome in the corner. Dez moved closer to the woman, sliding further into the booth, while the other man backed off. Dez placed his hand over hers, and they looked more like a couple than ever. Stephanie kept up the small talk with her husband, but half of her mind was on Dez and his friends.

  Andy should have felt slighted by his wife’s lack of attention, but he had to admit that the threesome in the corner had his attention too. He wished they were sitting closer, but if they were, Dez probably would have spotted them. The white couple was married, Andy was convinced of that, but the husband appeared to be deliberately moving into the background as Dez moved in on his wife. Andy felt uncomfortable watching them like this. He was not a snoop by nature, so he refocused on his wife.

  “I’m proud of you, Steph. You haven’t texted your mom yet to see how the kids are doing,” he said, pulling her attention back.

  “You know mom can be touchy. I don’t want her thinking I don’t trust her. But I do wish she would text me,” Stephanie said, her eyes darting back to the corner again.

  “We haven’t even been gone an hour,” Andy reassured. When she didn’t answer he said, “We can go over there and say hi if you really want to. Look, the guy is getting up this would be the perfect time.”

  Stephanie quickly spun around on the stool, putting her back to Dez and the woman. Andy couldn’t stifle his laugh. “Stop it! I don’t want him to see me. I don’t want to seem nosey.”

  “You’d make a terrible spy, babe.”

  The man walked past them, out of the restaurant and into the hotel lobby beyond. Andy and Stephanie had a room booked upstairs for after dinner. They couldn’t afford this sort of thing all the time, but they felt they’d earned it.

  “I don’t know if I would have left my wife alone with Dez—not with the way she’s looking at him,” Andy said.

  “I thought you liked it when I get attention from other men. You wouldn’t leave me alone with Dez?” she replied playfully.

  Andy chuckled. “Not if you were looking at him like that.”

  “How is she looking at him?”

  “Let’s just say I bet she doesn’t look at her husband like that. Oh shit!”

  “What? What?”

  Stephanie couldn’t resist looking and twisted as far as she could without turning fully. But once she caught sight of Dez and the woman, she forgot about stealth and turned around completely to face them, her hand covering her open mouth. Dez and the woman were kissing, and it was no friendly peck. The blonde’s hand had gone to his cheek, and the lights caught a sparkle off her diamond ring. She was definitely the other man’s wife! Stephanie gasped, frozen in place.

  “What the?” she whispered.

  Andy was just as transfixed. He had the weird feeling that whatever was going on, it was not happening behind the husband’s back. But he had no clue what could be going on. If this was some kind of weird mate-swapping thing, where was Dez’s date? Maybe she was already upstairs in a room? That didn’t make any sense. Nothing about what Andy saw made sense, but h
e could not deny it was hot to spy on the illicit hookup.

  Dez slid an arm around the blonde, pulling her closer. His other hand dropped beneath the table and out of sight, but Andy guessed where it had gone when the blonde stiffened and then sank into Dez. She moved her hand down his thick, muscular arm until it came to rest on the outside of his thigh. They were oblivious to the bar around them, or the possibility that her husband might return.

  Stephanie’s heart thumped in her chest. She couldn’t believe they just let go like that right in the bar. She was no prude, but she couldn’t imagine doing something like that—not even back when she was younger. She could get as hot and heavy as the next person, but behind closed doors, not in the dim corner of some bar. And certainly not with a man who wasn’t her husband. Stephanie didn’t know what to think. Although she would never behave that way herself, watching Dez fooling around stirred a dark thrill inside her and it reminded her of the few times Andy had convinced her to watch porn with him. Her knee-jerk reaction was that it was dirty and wrong, but when they watched those amateur videos together she had become excited, although she’d tried to deny it. When Andy had touched her, he discovered the truth—even though she continued protesting through her moans. Seeing these passionate people in person was so much more exciting. Stephanie gripped her wine glass tighter to keep her hands from shaking.

  The Hoffmans were so excited that neither of them realized the hostess had come to fetch them until she spoke for a second time. Stephanie’s freckled cheeks turned deep red as she realized the girl knew what had captured her undivided attention. She hid behind Andy, who was half a foot taller, even with her three-inch heels, to avoid the girl.