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  Pleasured

  A Hotwife's First Time

  Natasha Hunter

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  Zander Sterling quirked his brow as he heard the familiar sound of his wife moaning coming from upstairs. With his curiosity piqued, he quietly closed the front door, then entered the security code to reset the alarm. Being the owner of a security firm, he was a stickler for such things.

  Ever-so-quietly, he laid his overnight bags on the floor in the foyer, then made his way to the marble, winding staircase. He paused mid-step, listening as her moaning reached a higher pitch—he knew that she was close to cumming.

  The fuck? he thought as he moved up the steps. Dread settled in the pit of his stomach as he wondered if she was having an affair?

  "Mmmm," her little purr was delectable, usually the sweetest sound to his ears. Despite the sense of impending doom, his cock twitched in response.

  He paused on the staircase mid-landing and listened intently, straining to hear for another voice, but he only heard her. She was loud and unfiltered, something that his society wife seldom was.

  "Ohhhh yes, that's what I want. Give it to me right there! Fuck me harder, baby. Ohh-oh-ohhhhh," she moaned.

  He had never heard his prim and proper wife utter a single curse word and had a hard time wrapping his mind around the fact that she was swearing like a sailor on shore leave.

  "That's it! Put your dirty hands all over my body. Mmmm yeah, touch me right there while you fuck me with your big black cock."

  He couldn't understand how he could be aroused at the sound of his wife's infidelity. 'What the hell is wrong with me,?' he thought as he climbed the rest of the steps. Once on the second-floor, he cautiously made his way towards his bedroom, though he couldn't fathom what he'd do once he reached the door.

  Would he fight the guy? His first instinct said yes, that he needed to pound his fist into the interloper's face. Though he was thirty-five, he kept in excellent shape, a habit left over from his MI6 days. He felt pretty confident he could take on whomever was pounding his wife's pussy.

  With a deep breath, he stepped closer to the door and peeked in, expecting to see his wife and her black lover. Instead, he saw her spread out on their canopied bed wearing nothing but a slinky white thong, alone. Her long legs were parted and she busily rubbed her pussy beneath the lacy thong while holding the phone.

  'Fucking hell, she is having phone sex?' he thought incredulously. 'With who?'

  He stood there in the shadows, listening as she narrated what she wanted to do with her phone lover.

  "Mmmm," she moaned, then said, "I can feel you, I can feel your big fat cock pushing into my wet pussy. I'm so fucking horny right now."

  Zander's cock throbbed, aroused by her uncharacteristically dirty mouth—despite her talking to some other man. He subconsciously ran his hand over the front of his dress pants.

  "I want to sit on your cock and ride you. I want to feel your black cock so deep in my pussy while you suck on my tits." She giggled softly, as if in response to whatever the guy on the phone said, then moaned deeply. "Yeah. That's what I want. Suck them hard. Mmm."

  Several insane explanations went through his mind at once: she was possessed, she was taken by aliens and replaced with some vulgar-mouthed nympho, or she had a twin sister who had taken her identity because there was no way in hell that could be his uptight, sweet-mouthed, prim and proper wife.

  Brooke moaned loudly, "Yeah. I'm close. I'm going to cum. Yeah, baby, you're going to make me cum. I'm going to—" she gasped, "—cum! Oh god, you're making me cum so hard!"

  Her moaning reverberated and echoed along the upstairs hallway. Zander's stomach clenched and he tried not to think about how sexy she sounded as she pleasured herself. He listened to the rest of their conversation, and she thanked him for calling before hanging up.

  He mentally counted to ten, then pushed the door open.

  "Zander!" she squealed his name, her voice full of shock. "You're home early?" Her face turned twenty shades of red as embarrassed heat stole up her neck and flushed her cheeks.

  "I am." He stood by the door, leaning one shoulder against it, and folded his arms. "So. It seems we have some things to discuss." He kept his tone cool and unaffected despite the rolling wave of emotion pulsing through him.

  "I suppose so," she said softly, abashed.

  "Well? Go on. Care to explain?"

  She darted her tongue out and licked her lower lip, her brown eyes slanted down. "I... don't know where to begin." Brooke rubbed her hands across her face, trembling slightly.

  "Come now, darling. I promise not to be angry," he lied, knowing that once he had a name he was going to beat the guy within an inch of his life. "Just tell me who he is, and how long it has been going on."

  She looked up and locked her gaze with his. "Who he is?"

  "Your lover. The man you were just speaking with. The man you were just cumming with."

  "Oh... umm. I don't actually know."

  A dark brow quirked. "You don't know who you were speaking with?" His tone was tinged with sarcasm, "Surely, love, you don't expect me to believe that it was a wrong number that just happened to end up with my wife having an orgasm, hmm?"

  "No," she said sheepishly. "But, I really don't know who it was. You see, the thing is..." she hesitated.

  "Go on."

  "It is kind of hard for me to say."

  "So, let me get this straight. You're having a hard time telling me, your husband, the truth, yet you just sat there five minutes ago, saying things I've never heard come from your pretty little mouth before? Who is he, Brooke?"

  "I don't know! I swear!" She pulled on her satin robe and cinched the belt. "Some random guy."

  "You're not making this any easier," he said with a hint of strained frustration. It was becoming increasingly harder for him to hold his temper.

  "If I tell you something, will you promise not to be angry? Please?"

  "Yes," he lied again. "I won't be angry. Just tell me the truth." -So that I can kill him.

  "I don't know who it is because I've never met him. I've never met any of them."

  "What?" he said as shock flashed across his face. "There's more than one?"

  "Yes. You see... I am a voice actor when you're not home."

  "Voice actor? That didn't sound like acting to me, darling."

  "It's a nice term for phone sex operator." Her rosy cheeks deepened with color.

  "You're a phone sex operator? What the hell? For how long?"

  "Four months."

  He paced the room and ran a hand through his short, dark hair. "Why? Why would you do such a thing? It can't be for the money." He swayed his hand, motioning to the grandeur of the room. They lived a very comfortable life and wanted for nothing. He doted on her. Spoiled her. Gave her any and everything she had ever asked for.

  "Several reasons, really," she said softly as she twined her fingers around the sheet absentmindedly.

  "Well, go on," he said hotly. "Enlighten me."

  "You know that I've only ever been with you, Zander. I was barely allowed to date in high school or college and married you shortly after. I've only kissed two other guys. I've never experienced anything, really, except with you. But, I didn't want to cheat on you, and I assumed phone stuff is just fantasy. What is the harm?"

  He looked flabbergasted. "You want more experience? Do I not satisfy you?" he asked as his heart hammered out of beat.

  "You do. You really do, I mea
n... I always have an orgasm with you. But..."

  "But what?"

  She hesitated, then said shyly, "You treat me like I am a porcelain doll that might break if you hold it too tightly. You're so delicate with me, so respectful."

  "I'm respectful because you are my wife! How should I have known you wanted me to treat you like some two-pence whore. Is that what you want?" He neared the bed without breaking his gaze from hers.

  Her breath caught in the back of her throat. "I just... wanted to know what it felt like to pretend to be.... treated roughly... and..."

  "Fucked hard? Come now, darling. You had no difficulty speaking like a little whore on the phone. Surely you can say the words to me, your husband."

  She glanced down and bit her bottom lip.

  Zander grabbed her by the chin and forced her to meet his gaze, his dark eyes flashing with heated emotion. "Say it."

  "No! Stop this, Zander, please," she begged as she tried to pull away.

  "Why? So that you can get back on the phone with your boyfriends?" He dropped his hand from her chin and grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her out of the bed.

  "What are you doing?" she yelled as she stood in front of him, head tilted back, staring hotly at him.

  "Giving you what you want, darling." He yanked her satin robe open and roughly grabbed her breast, squeezing it between his fingers while flicking his thumb across her taut nipple.

  "You're being a jerk."

  "Oh, am I?" he said as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. "You want to be treated like a dirty little whore, then who better than I to give you that experience?" He shoved her hand into his boxers and forced her fingers to wrap around his erection.

  Brooke gasped, her eyes went wide as saucers. "You can't be mad at me for a fantasy. It isn't real! I was pretending to be someone else!"

  Zander stroked himself with her fingers, his hand on top of hers. "Oh, I am not mad, sweetheart. I am furious."

  "Why? I didn't cheat on you! I've never touched another man!"

  His mouth smothered hers and he pushed her back against the mattress as he shoved his tongue between her lips. He kissed her intently, forcefully, demandingly.

  She broke the kiss and gasped for air. "Zander," she said his name breathlessly.

  "Yes, sweetheart?" He shoved her hands above her head and held her wrists together firmly against the mattress.

  "I'm sorry," she whispered.

  "Mmm," he muttered as he roamed his hand down her exposed side. "I suppose you are." Her skin goose bumped beneath his touch and her body shuddered beneath him.

  "Please..."

  "Please, what?" he asked as he slid his hand beneath her lacy panties. He ran two fingers down her smooth, freshly shaven slit and parted her womanly lips. She was incredibly wet.

  "Forgive me. Please. I didn't mean to hurt you."

  He stroked his fingers over her clit and she bucked beneath him, her willowy lithe body jerking upwards. "Oh. I forgive you, but that doesn't change the fact that you crave something that I have neglected to give you. I shall do my best to rectify that." He shoved his fingers against her tight entrance and plunged them into her velvety hole.

  Her head jerked back and pressed into the mattress as she moaned.

  "Now say it. Tell me to fuck you, sweetheart."

  Her head rolled from side to side, her inky black hair fanning her face, "No."

  "No?" Zander stroked her expertly, his fingers drenched as he finger-fucked her. He kept her wrists secured while he leaned over and flicked his tongue across her hard nipple. "Sorry, darling, but no isn't an acceptable answer. You will speak to me like you do to those other men, and you will tell me exactly what you want."

  Brooke made a sound of protest, a whimpery sigh, "Please don't make me say it."

  "Why?"

  "It is embarrassing," she said self-consciously.

  "You do it with others. Why not me?"

  "Because I don't know them! I am pretending!"

  "Then pretend with me. Pretend you're talking to a stranger."

  Her eyes squeezed closed as she rolled her head to the side. Her voice was low and sensual, "I want to be fucked."

  "Mmmm, there's my girl. How do you want to be fucked?"

  "Rough. Hard. I want you to make it hurt."

  He quickened the pace as he finger-fucked her, pistoning his fingers into her as deeply as possible as he suckled on her nipple. He rolled his tongue around the little bud and gave it a nibble, clamping his even white teeth onto it.

  Brooke moaned and rolled her head from side to side. Her body writhed against the mattress.

  "Make it hurt, you say?" Zander pulled the satiny belt from her robe and expertly tied her wrists together then fastened her to a bed post.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Taking what I want," he said as he quickly undressed, his clothes ending up in a pile beside the bed.

  She gasped, a sweet little sound in the back of her throat.

  Zander settled himself between her legs then scooped them up in his hands, pushing them straight up in the air and pressing them together. He licked her toned calf and delicate ankle as he slid in closer, rubbing the tip of his erection against her pussy. "Rough and hard, hmmm?" He thrust into her tight entrance without warning, without mercy.

  "Yes," she said breathily, her body shaking from the force of his pounding into her.

  "Mmm," he muttered. His muscles flexed as he thrust into her warm channel, savoring the feeling of her inner muscles pulsing around his cock. "Such a tight little pussy you have, darling. Do you like being fucked like a little slut, hmm?"

  Brooke gasped but said nothing.

  "Oh, come now. Don't stop," he said huskily as he slammed into her. "You were willing to talk dirty to those strangers. Show me how you do it," he said, challenging her.

  She blinked her eyes open and stared up at him, her dark eyes lit with a mixture of desire and defiance. "It's embarrassing."

  He spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, then dropped his hand to her mound. His thumb slid over her clit. "I'm your husband, you should never feel embarrassed in front of me." Zander rubbed at her pussy while he slid his cock in and out of her, pumping into her at a quick pace.

  She gasped a low, guttural sound, then said, "I'm tired of being the good girl. I want, for once, to be the bad one. I want to be fucked rough and dirty. Used."

  "Mmmm," he moaned as he watched her tits bouncing with each thrust. He leaned over and licked one, and then the other. "You should have said so a long time ago." He trailed his tongue through the valley between her breast, licking and sucking her skin until he reached her throat. He placed his hands on either side of her head and leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. At first, the kiss was soft and slow, and then he deepened it, kissing her more intently, coaxing every bit of passion out of her that he possibly could.

  She moaned into his mouth, the sweet sound of surrender.

  Fuck, he loved her, he thought as he ground his hips against hers, claiming her pussy. Breaking the kiss, he licked her chin, her lips, and her jawline, kissing a path to her ear. He whispered, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to breathe."

  Without giving her warning, he pulled out and flipped her over and positioned her so that her ass was tilted up, giving him easy access to fuck her doggy style. "Moan for me," he commanded just before slapping her ass cheek.

  "Zander!" she moaned his name.

  "Louder," he said with a forceful tone as he slapped her luscious ass again, certain to leave a red hand print.

  "Ouch!" she pouted as he spanked her.

  "So you want it rough but not too rough, hmm?" He slipped a hand between her legs and fondled her pussy, his fingers slid through her juicy lips and into her entrance. He pistoned them in and out three times before pulling his hand away and slapping it across her ass.

  "I like it," she admitted, her voice raspy with lust.

  "Interesting," he said as he slapped
her ass. His cock was hard as granite and throbbing, though he ignored his own pleasure for the moment as he slipped his fingers through her juices again and used it to lubricate the outside of her asshole.

  "What are you doing!" she yelped and wiggled her hands as if trying to break free of her binds.

  "Isn't it obvious? I'm going to fuck your tight little virgin asshole. That's what a bad girl would want, I think." His desire was an almost palpable thing as he imagined himself sliding into her ass.

  "Zander! No! It will hurt!"

  "You wanted pain," he said roughly, though he had no intention of actually hurting her. He'd go slow. "Relax," he commanded as he rubbed the tip of his cock along her puckered hole.

  Her head dropped, her hair framed her face and her back arched. "I am," she said with a slight tremor in her voice.

  He could tell she was everything but relaxed. "You're not. But let's see what we can do about that," he said as he leaned over and darted his tongue out, flicking it across her pussy. He tongued her pink pussy lips while playing with her clit, rubbing his fingers around it in slow circles.

  "Oh, god, that feels so good, Zander," her voice was sugary and sweet.

  He could feel her relaxing, her body malleable as he ate her pussy. Once she started to do those kittenish purrs, he knew she was extremely close to orgasm. "Nu uh uh, sweetheart. Not yet," he said as he straightened himself up behind her. Using her juices, he ran his fingers around her ass again, getting her sopping wet before pushing the tip of his cock against her puckered hole.

  "Mmm," she purred as he slipped his hand around her waist, fondling her pussy while keeping his cock at her asshole— teasing the entrance but not yet penetrating her.

  Her head tilted back and she moaned a long, drawn out sound of pure ecstasy. "Do it. Please."

  A thrill ran down his spine as she begged for it. He cupped her ass cheeks, kneading the skin as he ran the tip of his cock against her back hole. "You can't know how many times I've thought about taking you like this." He slid the head between her rimmed hole and pushed very slowly, wedging his inches into her. She felt delicious, so tight around his cock slid into her.

  He took his time, savoring the feel of being inside of her in such a wicked new way. He ran his hands along her smooth back, drawing his fingers along her dewy skin. "Feels like heaven," he mumbled as he began to stroke in and out of her.