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Authors: Kirsten McCurran

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I just grunted as I thrusted deep inside her. My thoughts were a jumble. I planted a hand on the back of her head and forced it down. I didn’t want her looking at me. I wanted to picture the look on her face when Zach was eating her cunt.

“Yeah…fuck your slut wife. You can’t wait to take me back, can you?” she groaned, pushing back so that we slammed together. Dana knew exactly what to say to make me boil when we screwed like that.

“Uhn…no Terry…”

“No. He wasn’t good enough for your wife. He didn’t make me hot.” She gripped the vanity and it felt like we were going to rip it out of the wall, but I wasn’t stopping. I could replace it later.

“But Zach always makes you hot, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, baby. He fucks me so good. That’s what you want to hear…”

“Yes…”

“You want to hear how Zach makes me come like his little slut.”

“Yes…you love being his slut…”

“I do, baby. I do love it. God, when he licked my pussy tonight all I could think about was how much I wanted you there to see him make me come…ohhh…”

“Fuck…honey…”

“Zach wanted me stay…wanted to fuck me all night…”

“Whore…”

“I wanted to be his whore all night…but I had to come home…had to show you what a whore I am…”

“Oh sweet fuck, Dana…”

I came right then, bent over behind her, with my prick embedded in her. Dana shuddered with me, but I don’t know if she came too. I didn’t last very long. I dragged myself off of her and fell back against the slate-tiled wall. The cool condensation from her shower felt good on my hot skin. I came so hard I was dizzy. Dana pushed off the vanity with a soft moan and pressed her nudity to mine. We kissed, lovingly this time. The way a man and wife should kiss. For a split second, I flashed on Dana and Zach kissing while they fucked.

“Wow, something got into you tonight,” she said.

“I always want you when you come home,” I said.

“But it’s not usually like that, babe. That was hardcore.”

“I watched a little of your video.
That
was hardcore.”

“I thought you might like it. I really was pretending you were there when I was looking into the camera. It made me come so much harder.”

We went into the bedroom and I threw on a pair of boxers, while Dana put on a cute little pair of pajamas she got from Victoria’s Secret. That’s the great thing about my wife—she looks just as hot in her everyday clothes as she does when she’s all dolled up for a date. She snuggled into me on the bed. I could tell she was going to pass out any second. Her night had left her exhausted. I didn’t know how many times Zach had her since I hadn’t watched the whole video yet, but he was always good for at least twice.

“So really, how did you end up at Zach’s?” I asked.

Dana must have caught something in my tone. “You don’t mind?” she asked.

“No, of course not.” I was not about to admit that maybe I did, not when this was all my idea. “I’d just like to know where you are in case I need to send out a search party.” I tried to sound light.

“Yeah, that makes sense. Next time I’ll shoot you a text.” She kissed my chest. “Anyway, when Terry showed up he most definitely was not what he represented.”

“Really?”

“Shorter, older, heavier. It just was not happening.”

“That sucks, but I guess it’s a risk with the online thing. I’m glad I don’t have to worry about dating these days.”

“You’d be beating them off with a stick, babe.”

“Ha. Maybe.”

“I didn’t want the night to be a waste just because Terry was a washout. I mean, I had gone to a lot of effort.”

“You did,” I agreed. “And I’m sure he was kicking himself when he realized you weren’t going home with him.”

Dana laughed. “Yeah, he didn’t look too happy to be getting a kiss on the cheek. He’s lucky he got that. I was going to just come home and let you enjoy all my efforts, but then I thought of Zach and how he would appreciate it.”

“I saw how much he did.”

“Yes. He appreciated it several times. You really aren’t mad I just went, are you? I figured it was what you’d want me to do anyway. I’m sorry I didn’t give you a heads-up.”

“Really, it’s cool, honey. I was just a little surprised to see Zach’s place when I pulled up the video.”

“Well, I promise next time I’ll make sure you know who I’m fucking beforehand.”

Even I had to laugh at that. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you, babe.”

three

 

 

Dana’s bad date seemed to sap her enthusiasm for finding a date online. I told her she couldn’t let one bad experience taint the whole idea, but she seemed convinced that all the guys on there were liars. She went through the profiles of guys we’d communicated with and found where she thought they were lying. I knew enough to give her space and just hope she would come around. It wasn’t like that was our only avenue to continue our hot dates, but I was excited about the prospect of trying something new. In the meantime, I had my videos to enjoy.

I have to admit, having other men lust after my wife has become a bit of an obsession for me. It’s always on my mind. We took the kids to a local fall festival and as we wandered through the crowd, I wondered which of the men who passed by lusted after my wife. Dana wore a snug pair of jeans that made her ass look absolutely perfect and a snug sweater that hugged her tits. There was nothing overtly sexy about it—she was never dressed like a slut around the kids—but Dana is a beautiful woman, the kind of woman men notice.

When she bent over to wipe our daughter’s face clean after a candy apple, I caught another husband staring at her ass. Seeing his wife, I couldn’t blame him. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, and I wondered if Dana would go for him under different circumstances. For an insane moment I pictured my wife slipping behind some haystacks with the guy and making out while I watched the kids in the playground. I had to shake the image out of my mind because I felt myself getting hard. Dana looked at me quizzically, wondering about the odd expression on my face, and I just smiled and kissed her.

In the weeks after her date with Terry, she mostly stayed away from the websites, but she did go over to see Zach again. It would be the fifth time she was with him and I couldn’t help fearing it was becoming too much of a regular thing. Dana seldom initiated it. She and Zach shared a few texts every day and he always asked her to come over, but she mostly told him she was busy. She only gave in if he sent a particularly dirty, pleading text, then she would ask if I was okay watching the kids while she went out. Either that, or I would suggest she go over because it had been a while. But since that night when she went to him without telling me first, I hadn’t suggested it. I was still trying to sort my feelings about Zach.

“How would you feel if I went out for a while?” she asked. She had trouble hiding her excitement.

I didn’t have to ask where she wanted to go. “I guess not. He really wants you, doesn’t he?” just thinking about the younger man dying to fuck my wife made my cock twitch.

“He always wants it,” Dana giggled. “He’s just being really cute about it tonight.” She turned her phone to me and showed me his text.

-
Ur killing me! U can’t send that and then deny me.

I scrolled up and saw that Dana had stripped down and sent him a selfie taken in the full-length mirror in our bedroom. Her lavender bra and panty set was sexy. I could imagine Zach sitting there with blue balls as he thought about screwing Dana. Would he feel any differently if he knew she was still married, I wondered. There was so little I knew about him. Dana told me that he dated around, but wasn’t serious with anyone. Did that have anything to do with her?

“You are torturing the poor kid,” I said.

“He deserved it for this.” She showed me above that, where he’d graphically described going down on her. I was as hard as I hoped Zach was, which made my decision too easy.

“Sure, go ahead,” I told her. “Just try not to be out too late.” It was a Wednesday night after nine and both kids were in bed. We didn’t have any plans, except maybe to have sex ourselves, but I knew if she spent the whole night out screwing she’d be a mess in the morning. Plus I had to be at a job site early and I knew I would stay up until she got home.

“I won’t. Promise. I’ll change really quick, shoot over there, take care of Zach, and come right home.” She made it sound like she was running an errand.

Dana disappeared upstairs and I shook my head, realizing that I’d just given up a night of being with my wife so she could go out and fuck another man. If that wasn’t a sign of being in deep, I don’t know what was. She’d been wearing jeans and a cute knit top and I didn’t know why she had to change. She didn’t usually bother to dress up for Zach. The primping did not take long, but it had a
wow
effect. Dana returned in a little black skirt and heeled riding boots. Her clingy white top didn’t skimp on the cleavage and I could just make out her colored bra beneath it. Her hair was down from its earlier ponytail and her lips were red.

“I’ll try not to be too late,” she said. She also carried the hidden camera down from where it had been charging in the bedroom and put it in her purse, while grabbing her real keys.

I pulled her into my arms and when we kissed I could tell she was trying to avoid smearing her lipstick. I didn’t care. She could fix it. I hiked up her skirt as I kneaded her ass and bent to press my hand lower, between her thighs.

“Hmm, baby, what are you doing?” she sighed.

“Making sure you remember who you really belong to.” I nibbled along her neck that way that drives her wild and she shivered. I love it when she does that. I felt moist heat from her panties. Dana was already damp, and I wondered if it was because of me or from anticipation of seeing her lover.

Dana rubbed my cock through my jeans. I was already hard—I didn’t need the teasing. “I know exactly who my husband is. You don’t need to worry about that.” She kept rubbing my bulge and I pressed my fingers to her cunt firmly enough to leave a wet spot on her panties. “Maybe I should stay home,” she moaned.

“You can’t go disappointing Zach, now can you?” I was so torn. I really did want to throw her down right there in the hallway and take her, but a heady urgency surged through me thinking about Zach having her.

“I guess you’re going to have to wait until I come home to be taken care of then.” She sounded disappointed.

“Go on, get out of here before I change my mind.”

We kissed once more and she was gone. I’m not sure Dana was even out of the driveway before the tingling, uneasy feeling of anticipation began.

 I dragged my ruggedized laptop out of my work bag and settled down in the family room with it on my lap. After a quick check of email, I went to a message board for men like me. In this kinky community there are two types of men who like to share their wives. I’m not talking about swingers—those guys want to fuck other women too, and that’s not me. Dana is the only woman I need. Guys who share their wives are either cuckolds or hot wifers. I know anyone on the outside would think we’re all cuckolds, but cucks get off on being humiliated while their wives sleep with other men and that is definitely not me. I’d like to see one of these guys—they call themselves Bulls—try to humiliate me. If you’re into sharing your wife with other men, but not into being cuckolded, then the proper term is hot wifing, as in Dana is a
hot wife
. A wife other men want to fuck. I do not want to be confused for a cuckold, which is why I don’t know if I could bring myself to be there while Dana does it.

I scanned the message boards, but didn’t find too much of interest. The vast majority of guys who post on these sites seem to be either wannabes or liars. Lots of men are looking for tips on tricking their wives into doing this, or convincing them into it. I can’t imagine ever doing either to Dana. For one thing, she’d whip my ass. For another, I love and respect her too much. If she’s going to be with another man it has to be her choice. It has to be something she wants too—I don’t want her doing it just for me.

It took a long time for me to tell Dana about my fantasy—how deep it really went. I didn’t just want to see other men lust after her. I wanted to actually see them with her. I wanted to be a voyeur while my wife fucked other guys. It was a fantasy I became keenly aware of many years ago.

I was on the baseball team in high school and we typically partied after games at one of the guys’ houses. Jim’s parents were the “cool” type who would let us all come over and drink and have a good time, reasoning it was safer than us being out somewhere. That night, Jim’s parents were away, which meant the party got really crazy. Maggie had been my girlfriend all through high school, a pretty, busty blonde all-American kind of girl. Everyone thought we made the perfect couple and I think there was an assumption that we’d keep going together after school and eventually we’d marry. I loved her, but I knew I wasn’t spending the rest of my life with her. Teenage boys just don’t think that way.

Maggie and I went upstairs and slipped into a guest bedroom. One of my teammates was already in there, but he was out cold. Too much tequila. Maggie felt a little weird fooling around with him just a few feet away—passed out or not—but I started kissing and touching her, and she yielded like she always did. We were on the floor since he took up the bed. I had her top off and her jeans pulled down when I noticed him hanging over the side of the bed, looking down at us. Our eyes met and he froze. I know he thought I would be pissed, but instead I went right on hooking up and left him to watch. He must have taken it as a green light because next thing I know he’s off the bed and moving closer. I don’t know if Maggie realized he was there before he touched her, but she was as wasted as I was and she didn’t stop him. Together, we played with my girlfriend and she ended up sucking my dick while he played with her pussy.

I finished on the floor. Maggie never let me come in her mouth. I fell back, satisfied, and he realized he had her all to himself. Again, Maggie didn’t resist and soon I was watching her hook up with my friend. At first, I was nauseous and jealous, but then I realized how turned on I was. I’d just come, but I was hard again. I started playing with myself. Those two paid no attention to me. He was drunk enough that he didn’t care my cock had just been in her mouth and they made out like longtime lovers. Watching her like that made Maggie a goddess in my eyes. Hearing her moan while he fingered her made my body strum like a guitar string. I was frozen to the spot because I had no way to process what I felt. He tried to push Maggie’s face toward his cock, and I think I would have come again right there if she’d gone down on him, but that was too far for her. Instead, she jerked him off and he came all over her tits. I only just managed to stop short of coming myself.

It was very awkward and he just pulled up his pants and got out of there. Maggie couldn’t look me in the eyes, and I didn’t know what to say to her. I took her straight home afterward and we never spoke of that night. Maggie wanted to pretend it never happened, and I followed her lead. I knew she was ashamed of what she’d done, and that shame burned into me. I felt like a freak for getting off while another guy got it on with my girlfriend. But ashamed as I was, every time I thought about that night—and I recalled every second vividly—my cock sprang to life. I knew I would have to milk that memory forever because I couldn’t think of any way to make it happen again. I met Dana in college a few years later and never even considered bringing my fantasy up—even though images of her with other men occasionally flashed across my brain.

Dana and I married and I mostly pushed the fantasy to the back burner. I got enough stimulation from seeing guys salivate over her when we went out to bars or on the beach. And we were always busy having fun in those years before the kids came. I loved Dana with all my heart and it didn’t matter that my twisted fantasy wasn’t going to happen. But then I got another taste.

We were spending the weekend with another couple up in the mountains and one night things just
happened
. I realize now that our friends, Shane and Lisa, were looking for some kind of hook up, but Dana and I could not have been more clueless. We were all sitting around and drinking when things turned flirty and dirty, like they often did. I think I caught on sooner than my wife and I started playing along. I didn’t know exactly what was going to happen, but my brain was buzzing and I knew it was going to be hot. Somehow Dana and Lisa ended up massaging each other—I don’t remember those details—and one thing led to another. Watching the girls hook up together was hot. I was as hard as I’d been years before when I watched Maggie. But it didn’t carry the same sense of danger. I think that danger—imagined or not—is key to the excitement for me. Shane was not content to watch—as I was—and he slid right in there with our girls. Now things were getting interesting.

I know they all expected me to join in like Shane, but I was perfectly content where I was. I wanted to watch my own personal sex show. When Shane started touching Dana there it was, that old sick/jealous/aroused feeling. It was just different than seeing my wife with Lisa. I thought I’d never really feel it again, but there it was and I welcomed it back like an old friend. Shane and Lisa pleasured my wife like she was their own sex toy. Dana went down on Lisa, and then the couple shared her. Shane ate her pussy and she screamed as she came. I thought I was going to pass out from the rush. And then the girls took turns going down on Shane. Seeing Dana suck another man’s cock—even if she was sharing it—blew my mind. None of my fantasies had prepared me for how hot it was. There she was, sucking his cock like it was all she ever wanted. Dana was handing me my hottest fantasy and didn’t even know it!

Shane came all over my wife and Lisa licked it off of her. I knew I had to be in a dream. I dragged Dana from that room and fucked her like a madman. It was fucking, not making love.  Dana—sharp as ever—realized how much watching had turned me on and fed into that while we screwed. She is the best. Nothing throws her. I came quickly, but she didn’t mind.

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