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  Andy hated being torn away from the show, but he thought it was funny how Stephanie clung to his arm so tightly and hid in his shadow. They got to the stand and the girl said it would be one more minute. Andy turned to his wife.

  “Are you okay, babe?” he asked innocently.

  “Sure. Just a little distracted.”

  “Yeah. What do you think was going on there?”

  “I don’t know. I didn’t think Dez was into married women. He’s such a nice guy.”

  “Doesn’t mean he’s not. And it looked to me like the husband might be in on it,”

  “How could that be?”

  “I don’t know. But wasn’t it kind of hot seeing an affair go down right in front of you?”

  Stephanie smacked his arm and gave him a stern look with no conviction behind it. “Andy! That’s just wrong.”

  “Wrong or not, something’s got your color up.”

  “It’s just the wine.” She looked away. She was a terrible liar.

  As she looked back toward the bar, Stephanie saw Dez and his friend leaving, coming right at them. He saw her and surprise washed over his face. She would have to say hello now. She didn’t want to be rude.

  “Hey, Dez. Fancy meeting you here,” she said, flashing her thousand-watt smile.

  “Steph? Is that you? I almost didn’t recognize you,” he said.

  The black man towered over her. Stephanie was a couple inches shy of five-and-a-half feet while Dez was over six feet—even a bit taller than Andy. His rich indigo shirt and slacks looked expensive, and he looked nice all dressed up. She only ever saw him in his delivery uniform. His narrow braids fell down over his shoulders.

  “What does that mean?” she replied with mock anger.

  “Just not used to seeing you out of jeans and with your hair down. You look…really good.” Almost as an afterthought he added, “Hey, Andy.”

  “You look pretty good, too,” Stephanie replied. “Maybe we need a better dress code at the office.” Realizing she was flirting, she stopped speaking. There had always been chemistry between her and Dez, a flirty undercurrent whenever he ducked his head into her office. She would have denied it under torture, even if it was harmless. Dez knew she was off-limits, and she would never let it go anywhere. But she didn’t want Andy to get the wrong impression.

  “Hey, Dez,” Andy replied, shaking the man’s hand.

  Andy had the right impression, but he knew his wife, and he knew her little crush was meaningless. He thought it was cute, and even a little exciting, given how well-behaved she always was. He wondered if she felt a tinge of jealousy at seeing her office crush with another woman.

  “Guys, this is Charlotte. Charlotte, this is Steph and Andy.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Charlotte,” Andy said.

  “Nice to meet you, too,” Charlotte said coolly.

  She looked like the last thing she wanted was to be standing there talking to them. She kept glancing past them, like she was looking for something—or someone. Stephanie took an instant disliking to the woman. Charlotte was pretty and perfectly coiffed, but there was nothing warm about her. It could have been the circumstance, but Stephanie was not inclined to cut the blonde any slack. She was already pretending not to notice the gaudy rings on Charlotte’s finger. It took everything to keep from staring at them.

  The moment turned awkward and the couples were only saved from further small talk by the hostess returning to escort the Hoffmans to their table.

  “It was great seeing you guys. I guess I’ll see you Monday, Steph,” Dez said.

  “Yeah. Enjoy your night,” she replied unable to keep an edge out of her statement.

  The moment they were left alone at their table, Stephanie exploded—albeit in hushed tones.

  “Oh my god! He’s out with a married woman!”

  Andy chuckled. Sometimes he thought his sweet wife was a little naïve. “I thought we’d already assumed that.”

  “But we could have been wrong. Dez is out with a married woman.”

  “And he’s probably taking her up to one of the rooms above us right now.”

  “Do you think?” She was genuinely surprised.

  “Isn’t that what we’re doing? Isn’t that why married people meet their lovers in hotel bars?”

  She gave him her cute, crooked smile. “Lucky for you, I wouldn’t know.”

  “No, I don’t think cheating is in your DNA, babe. Although a lot of other women in your circumstance…”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Well, you must get curious sometimes, right? Wondering if you missed out on anything—especially when you see a guy like Dez.”

  “Andy, I have never for a moment even considered such a thing. I cannot be lured away—not even by a guy like Dez.”

  Stephanie meant it. She did have fantasies about the current hot guy sometimes—just like any other woman—but she’d never come close to considering an affair. It was just fun to indulge in a bit of fantasy sometimes. But Andy brought this sort of thing up every once in a while. Despite his fears, Stephanie had never felt that she’d missed out on anything because Andy was the only man she’d ever slept with. They had gotten together so young that she’d only had one boyfriend before him, but she loved her husband so fully, so completely, that she knew he was all she needed. It certainly helped that the chemistry between them had been explosive from their very first kiss. Even after twenty years together and three kids, their sex life was still satisfying. It was more than satisfying. It was scorching—when they found the time. Time was always the issue, hence this night.

  “I know, babe. And it’s one of the reasons I love you so much. I’ve never known anyone so fiercely loyal. But it would only be natural if that sort of thing crossed your mind sometimes.”

  She reached across the table and took his hand. “I’m human. I look at other men and maybe there’s a stray thought, but that’s all it is, and you know that. I hope it’s the same for you.”

  “I can honestly say that it’s only you, babe, and that’s the way it will always be. I got so lucky, so early, I’d be a fool to ever even consider another woman.”

  “Well, it’s the same for me. And when we get upstairs after dinner I’ll prove it to you.”

  “Now I just want to skip to dessert.”

  Andy truly didn’t think about other women, not in any real way. In high school he had been with a couple other girls before Stephanie and that was enough for him to know she was it. A lot of his friends had wives that had let themselves go one way or another after having kids, but Stephanie was still as beautiful and sexy as ever. He almost couldn’t believe his luck. She was even hotter than she had been at seventeen, in his eyes. She had always been petite, and her body was just as incredible now as the first time he’d stripped her clothes off. He thought it was only a plus that now her tits were bigger and her butt rounder. Andy had gained a few pounds over the years, and he was truly inspired by Stephanie’s commitment to getting back in shape after each childbirth and staying that way. His friends were jealous, and he was proud of that. He was even proud of the way he’d seen Dez looking at his wife just now. When Dez had looked at Stephanie, it was like he’d forgotten Charlotte was even there. And Dez didn’t even know Stephanie’s dirty little secret.

  The secret was that even though his wife seemed like the cute, proper girl-next-door on the outside, she was a hellcat in the bedroom. No, she hadn’t been experienced when they’d met, but she’d been enthusiastic about learning over the years, and since they’d been with each other since they were kids, they’d learned together. He watched porn from time to time—he liked the amateur stuff—and the first time Stephanie had caught him at it she hadn’t scolded him but watched it with him. That night had been fantastic. Stephanie was so charged up. And he’d never forget the month they’d spent in bed after she shyly presented him with The Joy of Sex for Christmas, with a vow to try everything in the book. They hadn’t quite finished it, but it sur
e was fun trying.

  Stephanie seemed to take to heart the old adage: be a lady in public and a whore in the bedroom. Andy couldn’t be happier. The only time she let the mask slip was Halloween, back when they went out for the holiday alone. She had always enjoyed transforming herself with a sultry costume. He just wished they had more uninterrupted time then. They had managed with one kid, but the twins had taken an unexpected toll on their love life, and they needed to get back on track. If they could, Andy wanted to make a night like this a regular thing.

  “I need a steak,” she teased. “I’m going to need my energy.”

  They managed to forget about Dez and whatever he might be doing while they shared their romantic dinner, but the excitement each of them had felt from seeing him on his illicit date never left them. Stephanie remained horny throughout the meal and urged Andy to hurry and pay the check. He kept flashing back to the couple in the dark corner, wondering if he could ever get his wife to behave that way if she had enough wine in her. It was arousing to imagine Stephanie misbehaving in public like that.

  Stephanie almost went there on the way to their room. She kissed him in the elevator, pressing herself against him. When he closed his arms around her warm body and grabbed her ass, she didn’t stop him. Andy would have grown bolder if the door hadn’t opened on their floor. She was tipsy enough from the wine she’d had with dinner, and so horny, she might have let him go even further, her thoughts were anything but proper. Stephanie wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, but she needed Andy, and she needed him now.

  Two

  Andy followed Stephanie into their fancy hotel room and watched her tug down the zipper on her side as she walked. Past the closets and the bathroom, the room opened into a sitting area, with a desk, round table, and two high-backed chairs. Beyond was a queen-sized bed, and large windows looking out on the twinkling lights of the city. They’d left the curtains open.

  Stephanie stood by the foot of the bed, turned to face him and let her dress drop to the floor, followed there by Andy’s jaw. She posed with her hands on her hips, thrilled by her husband’s reaction. It was worth all the money she’d spent on the lacy black Dita von Teese bra. It had those popular cut-outs above the see-thru mesh of the cups. She wore a tiny black thong because she knew Andy liked it. She did a little spin so he could fully appreciate her lingerie. Stephanie giggled when he literally licked his lips. A crazy thought flashed through her mind; what would Dez think if he saw her like this?

  “Are you going to stare at me all night?”

  Andy was ready to pounce, but he managed to exercise some self-control. He threw off his jacket and stalked toward her as he unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed that aside when he reached her and softly caressed the smooth skin of her arms. Stephanie really was flawless. Her excited ruby nipples stared up at him through her bra. Her tits looked incredible. The bra had to be new. He’d never seen her in anything like it. He loved fancy lingerie. Andy teasingly kissed her.

  “What would you like me to do?”

  “I want you to take me. You have no idea how much I need you right now.”

  To show him, Stephanie grabbed his face and pulled him down into a long, lingering kiss, drawing him in with flicks of her tongue. He got the message. Andy gripped her slender waist and tossed her back onto the bed. She laughed as she bounced, and he crawled in between her legs. Stephanie had great legs, and they still maintained a little tan from the summer. He pulled those legs over his shoulders and eased her thong aside. Andy had to grin when he saw her smoothly-shaved mound. He knew she’d done that for him too. The scent of her arousal carried to him, and he could feel her heat, even before he kissed her there.

  “Are you going to make me wait all night?” Stephanie whined.

  “Damn, Steph, you’re ready to go!” He ran his thumb down her slit.

  “Stop teasing me!”

  “Maybe I should make you beg.”

  “And maybe I should stab you in the back with these heels.” Stephanie dug one in to prove her point. It did the job.

  Andy dipped his tongue into her pussy, bringing a breathy moan from his wife. He knew what she wanted, he’d just been having some fun with her. He also knew exactly what she liked, and he set about proving that no man could satisfy her like he could. It helped that Andy loved going down on her. He loved her scent and he loved her taste. He loved the way Stephanie trembled and moaned when he flicked his tongue across her clit. Her channel locked around his fingers when he pushed them inside, and she pulled his hair—almost painfully.

  Stephanie’s breathing came in short gasps punctuated by moans as Andy’s tongue danced on her clit. She’d already been so turned on before he touched her that she didn’t have far to go once he got started. Her hands supporting her hips, she thrust them up at his mouth and fingers, crossing her legs behind his head to lock him in place.

  “Yeah…yeah…yeah baby…right there…” came her throaty moans.

  Andy sensed the change in her body and knew she was getting close. He worked his tongue frantically on her clit, striving to make her come. Her words encouraged him. Andy loved how dirty his normally proper wife became in bed.

  “Oh god! Oh god! Yes! Yes! Baby…baby...OHH!” Stephanie cried, thrashing around on the bed.

  Stephanie came quickly and violently, smothering Andy between her thighs. He didn’t fight for release but lapped up her copious juices, extending her orgasm. She shuddered and cried his name, only pushing his face away from her when she couldn’t take it any longer.

  No sooner had Andy stripped off his pants, than Stephane pulled him onto the bed and straddled him. She settled down on his cock without delay. It felt like a furnace had enveloped him. Stephanie rolled her hips and worked his cock inside her, doing that magic that made his toes curl. She never did anything halfway, and when Stephanie had learned what Kegel exercises were—and what they could do—she became a grand master. Andy knew how lucky he was, and sometimes he even thought it was a shame her amazing skills were wasted on just one man. He suggested that to her from time to time, and Stephanie always laughed and said, Okay hotshot, just let me know which guy you want me to fuck and bring him on! One of these days he was going to point someone out just to see her reaction.

  “You feel so good inside me, baby,” Stephanie cooed, leaning down to push her breasts in Andy’s face.

  “Fuck, Steph, you’re on fire tonight,” he groaned.

  “I need you, baby. I always need you.”

  Stephanie kissed him, and Andy grabbed her ass and jammed her onto his prick. She moaned into his lips. She loved it when he did that, just grabbing her and grinding her cunt on his cock. Stephanie really appreciated a man being a man. She always told Andy he could be rougher with her, but he was afraid he might hurt her. He didn’t seem to have that problem tonight. Andy held her butt and thrust his hips upward. When she locked her pussy around him, the sweet friction made her head spin. She pushed off his chest and sat up straight, throwing her head back. Her chestnut hair fell back over her shoulders.

  Andy watched Stephanie riding him. It was his favorite sight on Earth. From the first time she had straddled him way back when, Andy had always marveled at her expressive beauty when she sat astride him. Her bottom lip quivered as she moaned, and she arched her back, thrusting her tits forward. He reached for them, feeling her nipples burrow into his palms through the sheer mesh of her bra. Stephanie reached back and unfastened the lingerie. Andy ripped it away so he could feel her bare skin. Stephanie had always had surprisingly big tits for such a tiny woman, and they’d only gotten bigger after three kids. They bounced fetchingly as she rode him, and she cried out when Andy rolled her nipples. Her moans grew in volume and pitch.

  Stephanie took his hands and clasped them, holding them out wide for balance. She used her strong core to bounce, riding Andy hard. Stephanie cried out each time she slammed down on him. It sent tremors of ecstasy through her entire body. She stared down at her husband and loved the way he loo
ked up at her, like she was his entire world. It made her feel sexy and powerful, and it pushed her closer to her impending peak.

  “Ohhh...almost there…” she cried.

  Andy worked hard to hold off, but it was difficult. Stephanie looked amazing riding him—and felt even better. His whole body burned for her, and all he wanted was to reach his release. Unsure he could last like that, he rolled their bodies and put Stephanie on her back. She yelped with surprise when he flipped her. He didn’t quite keep his prick inside her, but he slipped right back inside when he repositioned himself between her legs. Stephanie pulled her legs back wide, giving him the room to pound into her. Sometimes she grabbed her ankles like that, but tonight she held onto his shoulders, digging in with her deep red painted nails. Andy held himself over her, working his cock like a piston, staring into her intense green eyes.

  “Steph…you’re…so…fucking…hot…”

  “Baby…baby…don’t stop! Please!”

  “You’re thinking about Dez, aren’t you, Steph?” Andy grunted, through gritted teeth. He wasn’t sure where that came from, but it went right from his brain to his lips.

  “Baby…”

  “I know it made you hot watching them make out,” he groaned.

  “Ohh…baby…”

  “Didn’t it?”

  Andy slowed his pace to force a response. Stephanie needed to climax so badly, she would give him what he wanted. Andy, however, wasn’t sure what he was looking for.

  “Yes…it was fucking hot watching them…baby…don’t tease me…”

  “So wrong, cheating little wife.”

  “Dirty slut…so nasty…” she moaned in agreement.

  “Yes…so nasty…so wrong…she’s fucking him right now, Steph! Fucking Dez! Maybe in the next room!”

  “Oh god! Stop teasing me, baby,” she whimpered. “Please!”

  “You’re thinking about it…picturing it…”

  “Yes!”

  Andy pounded her harder.