Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife (16 page)

“Carlos is great to hang out with, Diana. You’re very lucky,” Gabi said. “We used to hang out a lot, but he hasn’t been around in a while.”

“You know how work can be. I was on a 3
^rd
watch surveillance for a while,” Carlos said.

“You know you can call me anytime,
papi
.”

“I know Carlos is a cop. What do you guys do?” I asked, trying to interject myself between Gabi and my date. My hand dropped beneath the table and I rested it on his thigh, my fingertips just brushing where I knew his cock lay.

“I have my own detailing business. Bring your car by sweetheart. I’ll take care of you,” Javier said.

“Maybe I will. It’s filthy.” Flirting back with Javier was an antidote to my jealousy.

“I can definitely take care of that,” he said.

“I don’t know,
hermano
, you’d be surprised how filthy Diana can be,” Carlos chuckled. He pulled me just a little tighter and his hand moved over to toy with the strings on my shoulder that held my top in place.

“How about you, Gabi?” I turned and smiled, wanting to pull her focus away from my date. It didn’t help that sitting that close only made me realize how truly beautiful she really was. I flashed back to that brief kiss we shared and wondered if she liked it as much as I did.

“I work at Victoria’s Secret.” She touched my arm and I got goosebumps when she trailed her long, painted nails down it. “You should come by and see me sometime, too. I could hook you up, if you like that sort of thing.”

“I love your stuff—I mean their stuff,” I said. I’d quickly gone from being jealous of Gabi to being captivated by her.

“We’ve got some stuff I know you’d look great in,” she said. As she caressed me, she stopped just short of touching my breast.

“I could bring her by and then we could all have lunch,” Carlos said.

He shifted in the booth so my hand rested right on his cock, which twitched under my touch. I could well imagine that he was thinking of getting me and Gabi alone. It sounded like a great idea, and for the first time in a while that night I thought of my husband. What would he think of seeing me with both Carlos and Gabi? I had to think his head would explode.

“So are you two together?” I asked, trying to force all the dirty thoughts from my brain.

“We like to have fun together,” Gabi answered, turning and patting Javier’s thigh, much like I was touching Carlos.

“Just like you and Carlos,” Javier added in a way that told me he knew all about the type of women his friend liked to bed. He and Gabi shared a long, drawn out kiss that watching left me gasping.

I only looked away because Carlos demanded my attention for a kiss of his own. I reached up to hold his smooth, shaved head, and gripped his shaft tighter with my other hand. He casually dropped a hand in my lap and nudged it past my skirt. I tried squeezing my thighs closed—I was self conscious with the others right there—but he was insistent and I relaxed my thighs. The problem was that I
wanted
him to touch me there. I
needed
him to. I was so vulnerable without panties. He didn’t push those fingers inside me, but teased them between my slick lips, just stroking me to drive me crazy—until he brushed my clit. Carlos’s fingers on my clit made me jump and moan into his mouth. I wanted to fuck him so badly I trembled.

It took a moment to realize that Carlos was not the only one touching me. I was so focused on him, and so swept up in the pleasure that throbbed through my body, that it didn’t occur to me that there were
three
hands on me. Gabi was grabbing my breasts and she was pretty aggressive about it. As a woman, she probably knew I wouldn’t feel much through the heavy padding of my strapless bra, so she overcompensated. But I like it rough and knowing I was being groped by two people there in plain view in the club was so hot. Carlos worked my pussy like a pro, keeping me right on that edge, and I wanted to kill him for it. I didn’t care that the others would see me come—I just wanted it. When we stopped kissing, and everyone took their hands back, I felt dazed.

Gabi read my expression and smiled. “You need a little bump, Diana,” she said.

She found her purse underneath the table and dug through it until she retrieved a gorgeous antique silver cigarette case with a frilly, etched-in design. As soon as she clicked it open, I knew those slender, hand-rolled cigarettes were not tobacco. There was also a little brown glass vial. Gabi uncapped the vial first and shook a little white powder onto her long, painted pinkie nail and offered it to me. I shook my head.

“Are you sure? It will help keep the party going,” she said.

“That’s just really not my thing,” I replied. I’d smoked plenty of pot in my time—even fairly recently—but I’d always stayed away from coke. It scared me.

Gabi shrugged and offered it past me. To my surprise, Carlos eagerly took the bump and thanked her.

“Don’t you have to pass drug tests for work?” I asked.

Carlos laughed. “There are ‘random drug tests,’ but we always get plenty of warning. Besides, I was just working a drug case, and they can’t test you after you’ve handled a large volume of narcotics. You just naturally absorb some through the skin. Are you sure you don’t want some, Diana? It’ll fire you up, baby.”

“I’m good,” I insisted. I was already plenty fired up, that was the problem.

Gabi did a bump herself, but did not offer Javier a hit. She must have known he would refuse it. She took one of the joints from the case and passed it to Javier, who lit it with a gold lighter and took a long drag. He passed it back and when it came my way I took a heavy drag. I needed something to chill me out. I knew it might make me even hornier—which it sometimes did—but getting high seemed like a good idea at the time. Carlos took a hit and passed it right back and I indulged again. Between the four of us, the joint did not last long.

Her weed was strong and it hit me right away. Everything just seemed to slow down and it took me a few seconds to realize when someone was talking to me. A broad smile was on my lips and I was moving to the music without even thinking about it. Gabi decided that meant it was time to dance again and pulled me out of the booth—but we were halfway to the dance floor before I really realized it. The guys came too and we ended up dancing in our own little group.

My high muffled the beat of the Latin music so that I more felt it than heard it, and moving through that fog made the dancing feel more sensual than before. I didn’t need any guidance this time, as my body just started moving to the music on its own. Couples didn’t seem to matter anymore and the four of us just sort of moved with each other, splitting off as we felt like it. I enjoyed dancing with Javier just as much as Carlos, especially since he was taking the same liberties as my date. I loved the feel of his hands on my body and eagerly grinded with him to encourage more.

Gabi was also close by and I danced with her as much as anyone. When she pressed her back against me she took both my hands and put them on her perky tits. They felt nice and her nipples poked right through the thin material of her gossamer silvery halter dress. We kissed here and there, but the guys never seemed to leave us alone long enough to really get into it. And Carlos seemed to be enjoying it all. I could tell he was proud that his friends liked me, and it didn’t bother him if they liked me a little too much.

I don’t know how long we were out there on the dance floor, but I was exhausted and exhilarated when we returned to the booth. Once again, everyone did a bump of cocaine, but I declined. I wasn’t
that
crazy. But I did take a drag of the second joint Gabi lit. It was only when Carlos commented that it was getting late that I learned it was after one. I panicked for a moment. Dave must have been thinking I was dead by the side of the road somewhere. I wanted to check my phone, but that would have to wait until I could sneak off to the bathroom. Hopefully Carlos was about ready to get me alone.

“Does the night really have to end?” Gabi pouted.

“I don’t have to be in early,” Javier said.

I couldn’t believe these people could stay out all night and still function in the morning. I assumed they had to go to work at some point.

“We could all grab a nightcap,” Carlos said. “What do you think, Diana?”

What I wanted was to get him alone and claw his clothes off, but the pot left me very pliable, and Gabi caressing my leg with her nails had me thinking that hanging out a little longer wouldn’t be a bad thing. “Sure, why not. I can stay out a little later.”

“We could all go to your place, if you don’t mind,” he replied. “I mean, it’s nice and quiet.”

I thought they were talking about going to a quieter bar to grab a drink, not go somewhere alone. My brain was a little foggy, but I could see where things might be going, and I didn’t know if it was a good idea. I was feeling good and incredibly horny, meaning I was up for just about anything—but that was the problem. Things could easily get out of control if we were some place private. Everyone was staring at me and I couldn’t think of a reason
not
to go back to the apartment—not one I could tell them, anyway.

“Sure, why not?” I finally answered. “But I need to go to the girl’s room first.” I picked up my little clutch.

“I could freshen up, too,” Gabi said. Carlos slid over to let us out and she took my hand and led me away.

As soon as I could slip into a stall I had my phone out. There were a dozen texts from my husband asking where I was. Six of them were from the last forty-five minutes. I texted him back.

-So sorry. He took me dancing and totally lost track of time

Dave must have been holding his phone, because the reply came right in.

-As long as you’re okay. Guess you’re having fun?

-He’s enjoyed the outfit

-I knew he would. Will you be back soon?

I knew Dave didn’t mean back home, but back at the apartment.

-Think so. We ran into some friends of his. He wants to bring them back

-Could be fun

-Are you sure?

I knew his mind had gone to the dirtiest place possible and he was imaging another night like my threesome with Zach and his roommate. Nothing I did bothered him, which bothered me. Was there anything too slutty? Did my husband want to see me get gangbanged? I wanted to think there were some limits—something Dave would hold precious—but it didn’t seem that way.

-The more the merrier right?

His reply got my back up. High, I wasn’t making the best decisions and it seemed like a really good idea to test him. I would give him the slutty wife he’d always wanted.

-Great. We’ll be there soon

When I came out of the stall, Gabi was at the mirror fluffing her hair. Amazingly, we were the only two women in the restroom. She dug through her bag and then applied a fresh coating of red lipstick. Something about that girl just oozed sex. I joined her to touch up my own makeup.

“Does your husband know?” Gabi asked, sliding her lip gloss applicator back into the tube.

The question was so out of nowhere I wasn’t sure I heard her right. “Excuse me?”

Gabi took my left hand and fingered my wedding rings. “Is that too personal to ask? I’m just curious. I know the kind of woman Carlos prefers and I’ve always wondered about them. I know some men do not mind if their wife goes out with other men. Some of them even like it.”

“Really?” Playing dumb seemed like a good idea.

“Men like all kinds of things, Diana, you know this—you have experience. Some men, they like to be spanked, some like their women to obey, and some get off on studs like Carlos fucking their wives. What type is your man?”

It was so tempting to tell Gabi the truth. She was a virtual stranger and she did not seem like she would judge us, but I had told Carlos a different story and I didn’t think I should contradict that. “I think my husband suspects I see other men, but he’s so busy with other women I don’t think he cares as long as I am discrete.”

“Lucky you.” She smiled and still held my hand, playing with my rings. “And you do not mind his playing around?”

“He lives his life, I live mine. The arrangement seems to work for us.”

“And women? Do you see women too?” She moved closer, her body brushing mine.

“Uh, no…not usually.” She looked at me with that predatory gaze I was used to seeing in men’s eyes. She released my hand and I instinctively put it on her hip. Those long nails trailing up my arm gave me goosebumps like before and made me tingle in all the right places. She softly caressed my cheek.

“That’s too bad, but things can change,” Gabi said.

“Sure,” I murmured.

I couldn’t wait any longer for Gabi to act so I kissed her. She was slender in my arms, so different from the heft of the muscular men I’m attracted to. Her back was mostly bare and felt warm under my fingertips. I heard someone come into the restroom, but they passed us by and we kept kissing. Gabi flicked her tongue at mine playfully. She was the one to end the kiss.

“We should get back,
chica
.”

“Just one thing, about Carlos,” I said. “He told me why he likes—women like me—do you see him with a lot of them?”