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

“He must be blind, Diana,” Terry breathed. Only one of his hands was on the table, and I shuddered to think what he was doing with the other.

“Thanks.” I smiled. “I’ll be honest. If he’d taken notice and given me what I needed I might not have gone through with this.”

Terry chuckled. “I guess his ignorance is my gain.”

You wish
, I thought.

The small talk continued through the main course and Terry looked disappointed when I asked for a Diet Coke instead of more wine. He probably thought I’d be more pliable if I was drunk. He was probably right, and that’s why I stayed sober. The waitress asked if we wanted dessert and the words were hardly out of her mouth when I blurted out, “No.”

Our goodnight was awkward. I could tell Terry wanted to know if I would come back to his place for a nightcap. I will not lie—my online flirting with him implied I’d be willing to go and have a one night stand with him, but that was before I met him. That was when I thought he was someone else. Before he could say anything, I told Terry that I really should be getting home. He looked crestfallen. I kissed his cheek, lied and said I’d be in touch, and turned on my stiletto heel and got out of there. I walked quickly and forced myself to keep my eyes forward, afraid that Terry might follow me to my car.

Once I was in the Prius, with the doors locked, I was hit with disappointment. The weeks of flirting online and texting with Terry had been a lot of fun, and while I was nervous to meet him, I was also excited about what the evening might hold. I felt kind of like a loser that I had to go home and tell Dave nothing happened. It wasn’t like I always met someone when we went out for our hot dates, but this seemed like more of a sure thing. I could go to a bar and drop my line in the water, but I didn’t fancy doing that without my husband there. I was all dressed up with no place to go. A smile quirked the corners of my mouth when I realized that was not quite true. I pulled out my phone, but I was not texting Dave to tell him the evening was a bust.

-
Are you around? Looking for some fun

I’d texted Zach. My phone chimed in less than a minute.

-Funny, I was just thinking about you.

-Happy thoughts?

-Horny thoughts. Get over here, babe.

-On my way!

~~~

“Wow, you look amazing, Dani. To what do I owe the honor?” Zach said when I walked through his door.

“Honestly, I had a date. It was a bad date,” I confessed. I was pleased someone got to appreciate my efforts.

“Why don’t we ever have dates? I’d love to see you all dressed up like this.”

“You’re seeing me now, aren’t you?” I leaned up and kissed his cheek. He is over six feet. “And because that’s not what we do. We’re just a casual thing. Right?”

“Yeah, but we don’t have to be.”

I sighed and pressed myself against him. I did not want Zach to start pushing for us to be anything more than we were, because I didn’t want to have to stop seeing him. I have a lot of fun with my boytoy. He is close to ten years younger than me and lives with a roommate in a rowhome in a gentrifying neighborhood downtown. One of the things I like about my younger hipster lover is that he’s so far outside of my everyday experience. But even if I really were single—like he thinks—I could never be with a guy like him. We’re just at completely different points in our lives. I tilted up his black, thick-framed glasses and mashed my lips to his, playfully flicking my tongue at his. There was that now-familiar shiver of excitement I always felt when kissing a man I shouldn’t be—a man who was not my husband. It didn’t matter that Dave not only gave me permission, but actively encouraged me. A little part of me would always feel like being with someone else was wrong, and that feeling of mischief was part of the thrill for me. I like playing the bad girl.

“This isn’t enough for you, baby?” I cooed. “I’m just looking to have fun.”

“Me too.” His hand found my butt and gave it a hearty squeeze. His lips brushed my neck and I swooned. His teeth pulled ever-so-slightly on my dangling earring and my hunger for him grew.

“Then take me upstairs.”

It wasn’t like we didn’t fuck in the living room. The first time Zach fucked me was right there. But there was always the chance that his roommate, Josh, could come home, and things were still a little awkward with him. Zach was out with Josh that first night when we met and I went home with both of them. I wasn’t looking for it, but that night we ended up in a threesome. I only blew Josh that night. Does it make me less of a slut because I only screwed one of them? But I was crazed with lust and stoned and drunk at the time. If I was thinking clearly I wouldn’t have turned my first night fucking another man into a threesome, and I was not looking for a repeat, while Josh clearly was, so things were a little awkward around him.

We walked into his bedroom and I flicked on the light mounted to the ceiling fan over the bed before closing the door. Zach had the larger bedroom of the two, at the front of the house, and an orange glow from streetlights dimly lit the room, but that wouldn’t be enough light for my little secret camera. I wonder if Zach thought I was freaky because I always wanted the room well-lit. The vintage dresser along the wall to the side of the bed didn’t leave much room to walk, but it was a perfect vantage point for my husband. I dropped my clutch purse and decoy keys on the dresser, careful to position the keys correctly. I’d become something of a pro with making sure the hidden pinhole camera in the key fob was pointed properly. It only took a quick press of the
Unlock
button to get the high-definition digital camera going.

“Some help, please,” I said, turning my back to Zach so he could get my zipper. He pulled my hair aside, moving it over my right shoulder and tugged down the exposed zipper.

“I like the highlights, Dani.”

“I needed a change.” Earlier in the week I’d added subtle, cherry highlights to my long chestnut hair. It was nice of Zach to notice. It had taken my husband a couple days.

“It’s sexy.”

Zach kissed the back of my neck while he drew the zipper down, because he knows how crazy that makes me. He’s been very good at learning what I like. The zipper followed the curve of my back to just above my butt and his calloused fingertips tickled my newly-exposed flesh.. I pulled the dress from my shoulders, but it was too tight to just drop off of my body, so Zach peeled it down, leaving me in lingerie and heels. His arms went around me and his cupped hands almost pushed my breasts out of the balconette bra that struggled to contain them. I gasped when his thumbs brushed my nipples, which poked just over the lacy edge of the cups. He was pressed behind me, but I reached between us, seeking his cock, while he lightly pinched my nipples. I sighed his name and grabbed him, pleased he was already hard for me.

“Mmm, you are pleased to see me,” I whispered.

“Always. I love it when you come over.”

One of his hands dipped into the front of my panties. Fingers glided over my warm, smooth mound. I used to keep a little landing strip down there, only shaving on special occasions, but now that I was out playing I kept it nice and smooth. Did Dave wonder why I never kept my pussy that way just for him, but now I did for my hot dates? How did that make him feel? I had to wonder since my husband was not free with his feelings.

My lips were puffed with arousal and I was damp between them when Zach’s finger nudged past. Warmth flooded me as he toyed with my slit, but I moaned and went weak in the knees when he teased my clit. It was time to move this onto the bed. For one thing, Dave would only be able to hear what we were doing, not see it—we were out of camera range. I always tried to get most of my playing on camera for him, but it wasn’t always easy. Zach teasing my clit was wonderful and hard to break away from, but I pulled forward and then crawled onto the bed, leaving my heels on. Guys love that. I’ll admit it, I think it’s pretty hot too.

Zach followed, shedding his clothes. He placed his glasses on the dresser, right next to my hidden camera. His cock pointed ahead of him when he reached me. It was beautiful, long and thick—bigger than my husband’s, but it’s not a competition. I reached for it, but was only able to stroke it for a moment before he pushed me onto my back and pulled me so my legs hung over the side of the bed. Zach flung my thong away like it offended him. All his fingers knotted in my hair, pulling it just enough to thrill me, when he leaned down and kissed me hard and full. My heart pounded and I ached for him. My long, red-painted nails dragged down his sparsely-haired chest and I gripped him again, milking a droplet of precum.

He grunted into our kiss and slowly moved down onto his knees, pulling my bra straps from my shoulders. My tits spilled from the bra, so he didn’t even have to remove it to ravish them. I threw my head back as he enjoyed me. He nibbled and sucked and licked and my nipples were throbbing. I thought I was going to overload from all the pleasure he gave me. I raked my nails through his short, neat brown hair, unsure if I wanted to mash him into me or yank him away because it was too much. But then Zach slipped lower of his own accord and pulled my legs over his shoulders.

I hooked my heels onto the lip at the top of the dresser behind him. The camera was conveniently between them. I estimated Dave would be able to see from just below my boobs and up. I stared right into the camera, imagining I was staring into my husband’s eyes, when Zach began licking me. My tits heaved when I arched my back and I cried Zach’s name, but I kept my eyes right on Dave.

“God Zach, that’s so fucking good,” I whimpered. “Lick my pussy, baby.” Dave would like that.

I was soaked and wondered if the tiny mic in the camera would pick that up. I kept moaning encouragement to my lover and felt my climax rising like a tidal wave in my body.
You like that, Dave? You like watching another man make me come? He’s so fucking good at it! He’s going to fuck me next and I’m going to love every second of it!
The filthy thoughts came fast and furious while I thought about my husband sitting there, watching this video—watching me be every bit the slut he’d turned me into. I’d gone willingly, of course, but I was the slut that Dave had created. Soon I’m screaming as I come—I’ve become more and more vocal as we’ve explored this lifestyle—and squeezed my thighs around Zach’s head. I know he’s going to make me come more than once before he stops—he always does. I hope my husband enjoys the show just as much as I do putting it on.

Lethal Weapon
was on the big television in our family room, but I just couldn’t get into it. I’ve loved that movie since I saw it as a teenager, but my mind is on other things and even Mel Gibson chasing a car like a dog can’t entertain me. The last text Dana sent me was hours ago and it said that her date hadn’t shown up yet. He must have finally arrived, and they must have been having a good time, because it was past midnight and my wife wasn’t home yet.

The strange brew of anticipation, arousal and jealousy left me uneasy as it always did. If I really tried to picture what Dana might be doing at that moment I was hard as steel in seconds. And it was difficult to not think about it, knowing my wife was on a date with another man. Dana was probably at this guy Terry’s house at that moment, on her back while he rode her tight little body. Damn, I love my wife’s body. I thought she was hot the moment I saw her, so long ago in that college class, and she’s only gotten hotter over the years. She always had great tits, and they’ve stayed firm, but I love the way her ass has filled out as she’s matured. Yeah, should have been thinking about something else. I was hard.

I really wished Dana had sent me an update or two.
He’s hot! We’re going back to his place.
I don’t think that’s too much to ask, and I would suggest it, but she has to do this her way. The buzz of anticipation was stronger sitting home and waiting for my wife than it had been when we went out together. It was such a different feeling, having to wait instead of being able to watch—I was much more nervous waiting than I had been sitting in a bar with Dana while she flirted. I loved the videos Dana had started making for me, but there was definitely a stronger thrill watching her fool around in the flesh. I still hadn’t been there to see her fuck. We hadn’t worked out a way to make that happen. But I’m not complaining. Her videos are amazing.

The temptation was too great. I couldn’t just sit there and wait and do nothing. I reached for the iPad and brought up the folder with Dana’s videos in it. I watched her videos a lot when she wasn’t around. We usually watched them together—fucking wildly—when she came back from a hot date, but she showed little interest in watching them again after that. I can’t get enough. I’m probably obsessed.

I chose a video from the last time we’d gone out together. It was about three months ago, which was too long for me to wait to get a fix. That’s one of the reasons I suggested Dana start going on dates while I stayed home with the kids. I wanted her to play more often. She took a lot of convincing, but she agreed to try it, like she always does. I love that Dana will try anything. The video was recorded in a hotel room at an Indian casino a couple hours from our home.

The casino was the site of our first hot date. That night my wife met a man named Charles and ended up blowing him in the men’s room while I listened from the next stall. Jesus, that was hot! I watched them flirt at the bar and then he made his move on her. I couldn’t tell everything he was doing, but his hands were busy under the table, and Dana liked it enough to get up and go with him. The blood in my veins was on fire as I listened. I could tell exactly what my sweet wife, the mother of my children, was doing on her knees in that men’s room. My cock was so hard I was almost afraid to touch it, and when I did I came in about two seconds. Dana had drawn a line back then—she said she would not fuck other guys, only fool around with them, so that’s as far as it went. But it was a line I knew she’d cross one day. I knew she would not be able to resist the temptation forever. Dana is a highly sexual woman. When she gets started, she can’t just be stopped.

Our second visit to the casino was much more successful. Dana’s confidence in her role playing showed and it did not take long before she was getting hit on at a poker table. The guy was tall and built—that seems to be her preference—in his mid-40s and casually dressed in a nice shirt and jeans. His name was Jeff, I found out later. I don’t know what story Dana gave him, but she likes to make up little stories for the men she meets and pretend she’s someone else. I’m focused in on who she really is—my wife. I was far enough away to watch them from a perch at a slot machine, but not close enough to hear them, so I could only tell they hit it off from their body language. They moved to the bar and I went with them, watched as he began touching her, establishing that he wanted her. I was disappointed that he didn’t kiss her at the bar. I love seeing that stuff. But then I watched them get up and followed as far as the elevators. After that, I had to go to our room and wait.

The video started on my iPad and I made the flicking motion to send it to the television. I wanted to watch my wife in full HD on the 62-inch screen. The kids had long been in bed and I didn’t expect them to walk in. The scene picked up a few minutes after they’d made it to Jeff’s room. She’d already gone into the bathroom and texted me the room number, in case something went wrong. The room was identical to ours, and the little round table in the corner made for a perfect place to set up the hidden camera. Buying that thing was one of Dana’s most brilliant ideas ever. I always wondered how exactly I was going to be able to watch my wife actually fuck another man, without exposing myself, and this solved the problem. I would rather have been there myself, but I wasn’t comfortable being there in the room while another man took my wife. I was afraid of being judged.. It would have been ideal to be in the room, but I just couldn’t make myself do it. Besides, finding men to fuck Dana was not hard—she’s hot—but I can’t imagine it would be easy finding men willing to do it while her husband watched.

In the video, Dana walked away from the camera and I saw the whole king-sized bed at an angle. She and Jeff were just off-camera. I heard them murmuring to each other and then it sounded like they were kissing. These moments in the videos are incredibly frustrating to me. Yes, I want to see it all! I know Dana does her best to keep everything in front of the camera, but it’s not all up to her. They finally moved into view, still kissing, headed for the bed. The silk blouse she’d been wearing was already gone, leaving my wife in a sexy black bra. I love seeing her in lingerie. She pulled at Jeff’s shirt. They fell onto the bed and it looked like they were wrestling each other as they pulled at their clothes in between groping each other and kissing. I was already hard.

Their clothes were finally dispensed with, except that Dana’s short black skirt ended up pushed around her waist. Jeff was on his back and Dana moved down the bed. The angle wasn’t great to watch her blow him, but her sweet, round ass was pointed right at me. Beyond it, I see the back of her head rising and falling. Jeff sits back with a grin on his face and his hands clasped behind his head. Dana gives incredible head. I know just how pleased Jeff is. He wasn’t pushy. He just let her do what she wanted. She didn’t just pleasure him, though. A hand crept back and she started rubbing her pussy. I can see she’s already wet as she rubs her clit. What a perfect view!

“Feels so good, Diana,” he moaned. Diana is what she’s been calling herself lately on hot dates.

Dana finished and moved up and Jeff played with her hanging tits while they made out. It drives me crazy to see how into it my wife is when she’s kissing another man. She totally gives herself to the moment and I can tell that part is not for me, not really. Dana may say she had no desire to be with another man and that she only got into this for me, but I can’t fully believe it. She just slips into the role too easily. From the first time she kissed another man, even going all the way back to when I watched her have a threesome with our friends years ago—before any of this started—she went right for it. Jeff pushed a hand between her legs and took over fingering her. His fingers pumped in and out of her and she started riding them. I heard her moaning. I know my wife, and I know she was ready for more.

My sweatpants were pushed down and I’d started touching myself without even thinking about it. I was totally sucked into the video. Dana asked if he had a condom and he said no. She jumped off the bed and was smiling as she walked toward the camera. She even blew me a kiss. Her purse was right beside the camera and she retrieved a condom from it and then slipped it onto him. Jeff tried to wrestle with her a bit, but Dana wanted to be on top, and she got her way. She slipped down onto his cock like a pro.

A lightning bolt shot through me, rocking me to the core. It was like that every time I watched my wife fuck another man. It didn’t seem to matter whether Dana was seemingly seduced into it or she took charge, like she did in this video. There’s just something visceral, gut-churning about watching your wife fuck someone else. It is supposed to be the ultimate act of betrayal. That’s ingrained in us on an evolutionary level, which is probably why no matter how much watching it—or even thinking about it turns me on—it always causes that gut-wrenching action. My body is screaming,
This is wrong!
But my twisted, mis-wired brain craves it.

Dana’s moans filled the room. Those sounds were so familiar, her pleading for more, urging her lover on, but they were mingled with the moans of another man. It was incredible to see my wife—the sexiest woman on the planet—as my own personal porn star. I was well on my way to getting myself off when I heard the front door open and close. I quickly closed the video and set the iPad aside. I still feel self conscious about Dana catching me like that.

“I thought I heard you in here,” Dana said. It was my wife, in the flesh. Just one look at her and I could tell she’d just been in bed with someone else, getting fucked. Both her hair and make-up were in disarray. It made my still-hard cock throb. And I could smell the sex on her. Sometimes she showers before she comes home, sometimes not. I like it when she showers at their place, so I can grab her and fuck her immediately. I was so horny I considered grabbing her anyway, but we never had sex until she was cleaned up. That’s just what we did.

“Just waiting up to hear how your date went.”

Dana bent down and kissed my cheek, then pressed the camera into my hand. “My night took an unexpected turn. See for yourself. I’m going to grab a shower.”

I stared at her ass as she left the room. It looked great in that dress. I remembered the first time she wore it, to a Christmas party I threw for my employees. I own a mid-sized construction firm. Even before we started down this road, Dana knew how much I loved to show her off and she never disappointed when we went out. A lot of other men would have been pissed to see the burly construction guys who work for him lusting after their wives, but I loved it. That night I was so charged up we didn’t even make it home. We made love in the front seat of my quad-cab Ram.

I went to the family computer in the corner of the room and slipped the camera into the USB port. A folder popped up, listing a single video file named for the time and date it was recorded. When I double clicked I was surprised to see Zach’s bedroom. I’d seen it often enough now to recognize it right off. I was confused. How did Dana end up there? I guess something really did go wrong with her date, but she never gave me the heads up that she’d made other plans. I was disappointed that she hadn’t sent me a message first, but what was I expecting? Did I want her to ask permission? I think we may have moved past that. The few times she’s gone over to see him, she’s never actually
asked
if I was okay with it—Dana just asked if I minded watching the kids while she went out. She just seemed to assume I wanted her to fuck Zach any chance she got. Was she wrong? I don’t know. There was a new jab of jealousy, too. I felt like I’d been left out, somehow.

None of that changed how I felt when I watched the video. Dana could not have been more than a couple feet from the camera and she was sitting up, staring at me and moaning as her young lover went down on her. Her tits looked perfect as her chest heaved. Watching my wife come like that, it really felt like I was there. I had to force myself not to rub my cock. I didn’t want to jerk off when I had the real thing right upstairs.

The following footage was disappointing, but I’ve long since accepted the limitations of relying on the video. Zach stood, blocking my view completely. I gather he must have turned Dana and bent her over the bed, because he sure moved like he was doing her from behind, and I could hear her screaming like she was receiving a thorough fucking. My wife was never a quiet lover, but it doesn’t escape me that she really seems to lose control when she’s with these other lovers, especially Zach, in a way she generally doesn’t with me. Oddly, that turns me on even more.

It sounded like Dana came again, and then they switched to the more traditional position, her legs wrapped around him while he rhythmically slid in and out of her. It was hot seeing her spiked heels locked together like that. They kissed some, but mostly stared at each other, and it gave me the chills. Their coupling looked way more like love making than fucking. Zach had acquired an intimacy with my wife that I hadn’t seen her share with another lover. I shut the video off, but there was no time to analyze my feelings. I couldn’t wait a second longer to have my wife.

I heard the water shut off in the master bath as I came into the bedroom. I ripped off my clothes in a frenzy and charged into the bathroom. Dana smiled at me and I grabbed her roughly. The kiss was savage and I think she resisted at first out of shock. I growled as I touched her body. Her soft tits were seized by my rough hands, her ass kneaded. She was breathless when I spun and bent her over the sink. I was going to take her just the way Zach had—the first time. She was wet and open—I slid right in.

“Oh fuck, Dave,” Dana gasped. She shook her wet hair out of her eyes and stared back at me in the fog-rimmed mirror.