Stephanie pushed open the door to the bedroom, her stiletto heels clicking along the floor as she entered. Walking over to the bed, she sat down next to her lovely lamp, glowing softly on the bedside desk. Stephanie reached out, touching it feeling its heat run through her fingers, sending a shockwave through her body. She loved how her lamp made her feel the confidence it gave her. Stephanie didn't know why and she didn't care. It gave her the confidence to do things she would have never thought to do. Such as meeting men at a club in search of a master.
Men like the one who followed her into the bedroom. He had caught her eye while she was exploring the hotel bar downtown. Some prominent corporate banker in town to evaluate a local branch, but Steph didn't care. She took one look at him and could feel that familiar heat growing between her legs. He stood a foot taller than her and even had a few inches on her husband. She bit her lip, taking in the sight before sitting down at the bar nearby. She would let him come to her; she wasn't a slut after all.
It wasn't long before they were down the street at the club, his body pressed against her. Muscular hands-on her waist as she pushed her ass into his crotch. "Keep that up, and I might have to fuck you right here on the dance floor," he growled in her ear. She moaned, wishing someone would. Hoping he would be the one to take her to own her.
Grabbing his hand, she pulled it under her skirt. Letting him access her bare pussy. With his other hand, he grabbed her by the throat, pulling her up onto her toes as his other hand rubbed on her clit. "What a depraved slut you are, Stephanie. Practically begging me to fuck you. Is that what you want slut? Do you want my cock?" She frantically nodded as she rolled her hips on his fingers. "Good then, back to the hotel," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and leading her to the exit.
As they were leaving, she started to feel anxious. She couldn't do this; she knew she couldn't go to his hotel room. As they entered the cab, she quickly spoke her address to the driver. The man she met looked over at her, puzzled. She bit her lip. "I felt we would be more comfortable at my place." Her hookup smiled, sliding a hand up her thigh, teasing her pussy all the way home.
When they arrived, the light was on, meaning her husband was home. But she had stopped caring after the second hookup. If he wasn't going to do anything, then he didn't deserve her. Only strong men like the one whose fingers were teasing her clit were worth her time. He paid the cabbie as she walked up the stairs to the house.
As she expected, her husband was sitting there on his Xbox, absorbed in his game. He didn't even acknowledge her come in or her slutty attire. When her hookup entered, he looked at Steph in surprise. She just winked and walked with him in front of the tv. "So this is my husband. As you can see, he is trying to be a pro gamer". Her husband looks at who she is talking to, giving the stranger a meek hi and a wave. Her date walked over, extending a hand to her husband. His fingers were still wet with her sex. Her body couldn't help but shake with desire at the show of dominance before her.
