Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife (7 page)

“How about you? Do you like the cougars?” I asked. He looked to be somewhere in his mid-20s.

“When they look like her, hell yeah.”

The picture of Dana and this bartender together sprang into my mind. I saw him leading her through the door behind the bar, back into the storeroom, and pushing her up against cases of beer and liquor while they kissed. She might try to go to her knees in that dirty storeroom, but the bartender would probably need it to be a quickie so he would just bend her over some boxes and hike up her skirt. And then I pictured my wife doing the walk of shame out of that backroom, her dress barely straightened. Yeah, that would be hot.

“So you think he’s going to get lucky tonight?”

“There’s a good chance,” the bartender said. “The way they’ve been drinking over there, it doesn’t seem like she’s holding back to keep her wits about her. It’s almost like she’s made the decision and she needs some liquid courage to follow through on it.”

“I think I’ll hang around a bit and see what happens.”

A bit turned out to be a couple more hours. I was drinking water by that point because I didn’t want to have to drive home drunk, and it looked like Dana had slowed her drinking too. She was obviously having a good time and I wondered what the holdup was. It was well after midnight and if she wasn’t going to go up to his room I would have thought she’d have left by then. When Carlos’s friends started to drift away I figured out my wife’s game. She didn’t want his crowd to see her go to his room, so she was trying to wait them out. It made sense, but it would have been hot to see Dana led away while Carlos’s friends made snide comments about his fucking her.

Dana put all that time to good use teasing me. That woman knows what gets me going. After she realized I was there, I noticed her snuggling closer to Carlos and playing up her attraction. His hands were all over her and she seemed to encourage it with her body language. It was after the group shared a shot that Carlos leaned in and kissed her. I loved that Dana didn’t hesitate, but closed her eyes, tilted her head just so, and accepted his kiss like she’d been waiting all night for it. She placed her hand on the side of his face in that affectionate way she always did with me when we kissed. That caused the jealousy to spike in me, which only made me harder. I’d been hard off and on for so long by then that I was getting a serious case of blue balls. I don’t think they kissed for more than a few seconds, but it was enough to prime my pump. I wanted my wife to leave with him.

Once the ice was broken they kissed here and there, really behaving like they were dating. And by the end of the night, they were making out beside the bar. Only a couple of Carlos’s friends were left, another couple and a single woman. Those three were talking amongst themselves while Dana and Carlos were back in the corner, making out like teenagers. She sat on a stool and he stood in front of her.

Their deep kisses seemed to last forever and Carlos’s hands caressed her here and there, only just stopping short of groping her there in public. I was a little surprised the bartender didn’t say anything, but he seemed as interested in their little display as I was. They finally came up for air and Carlos whispered something to Dana, which she answered with just a little nod. He called the bartender over and settled his tab.

Dana looked over at me and smiled while Carlos was distracted. It was the first time she’d looked toward me in a while. It was like she’d been so involved with Carlos that she’d forgotten I was even there. That burned a bit. She didn’t look very drunk, but her eyes were full of lust. I could see how much she wanted her new friend. That look gripped my heart for just a moment, threatening to seize it. Just that one little look was as much of a thrill as seeing her with a mouthful of another man’s cock. Carlos finished with the bartender, said his goodbyes, and took Dana’s hand. I watched him lead my wife up to his hotel room to fuck her.

The bartender came over to me and said, “Now that was an interesting twist.”

“What’s that?”

“I noticed that chick was wearing a wedding ring.”

I pretended to be surprised. “Really? So I guess it wasn’t a date after all.”

“No, I think it was a date. I told you she had that look. I’m sure those two never met before tonight.
And
he wasn’t wearing a ring. I think she was just stepping out on her old man.”

“Hmm.”

The bartender regarded me for a long moment. “I wonder if he has any idea what his wife is up to. Her husband I mean.”

“You think he might? Poor bastard.” I hoped I sounded suitably shocked.

“I don’t know. Some guys don’t care. They’re just happy to have the wife out of their hair, you know? And some guys even like it. They get off on that sort of thing.” He stared at me.

“That sounds…weird.”

“You ready for your check?” he asked.

“Yes, please.”

I didn’t like what the bartender seemed to have decided about me and I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I was ready to rush home and wait for my well-used wife and her juicy video.

My stomach was full of butterflies as Carlos led me through the lobby toward the bank of elevators. I caught my reflection in the shiny elevator doors and I looked flushed and a little disheveled. I could see how my hair was mussed from Carlos running his fingers through it while we kissed at the bar. His hand was on my ass now and I was glad the lobby was almost empty. He pulled my lips to his and we kissed out there in the open. He was such a good kisser and I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted Carlos so badly.

I’d had a lot of experience kissing men by then and while I thought Zach was very good, Carlos’s kiss was hotter. There was a possessiveness to Carlos’s kiss that made my toes curl. The elevator dinged and we reluctantly broke our kiss to board it. Just as the door slid closed, I saw Dave on the other side of the lobby watching us. His expression concerned and inflamed me. His eyes were narrowed like he was worried, but he also looked desperately turned on, like he wanted to follow us and watch more than anything.

Carlos pinned me against the back of the elevator and nuzzled me. I moaned when he sucked on my ear, but pushed at his hand when he tried pulling my dress up. “You know they have cameras in these things,” I warned.

“Of course I know. I’m a cop, remember?” He sounded amused. “These poor security guards deserve a show. They don’t make that much money.”

He pulled at the hem of my dress and I forced myself to let him. These shows were supposed to be for my husband, not some anonymous security guard, but performing for Dave had fanned that exhibitionist spark in me to full flame. Knowing that someone might be watching—and getting hard—while Carlos mauled me in the elevator was exciting. I knew Dave would love knowing that other guys were watching me like that. Carlos rubbed me, plastering my silky panties to my damp mound, and I moaned deeply.

The doors popped open and I pushed Carlos backward into the hallway. I eagerly started one way down the hallway, but he pulled me back the other way. I didn’t know where his room was. He was so excited that he fumbled with the card in the reader on the door.

Together, we pushed the door open and stumbled down the little hall to where the room opened up. There was nothing impressive about the room—it was a king bed, dresser, a little table in the corner with chairs. I could imagine my husband sitting in that corner, watching from the shadows as Carlos ravished me. It reminded me to start the camera and I pushed Carlos off long enough to put my little clutch purse down in the table, with the hidden camera just beside it. It was pointed perfectly at the bed.

Carlos held my face in both hands and kissed me deeply. It was a way to show I was his, and I loved it. His power gave me the chills. I pushed his jacket off and pulled at his tie. He turned me to find my zipper, but that dress unzipped at the side. I guided his hand down. He pulled my hair aside and nibble on my neck while slowing working the zipper. We faced the camera, giving my husband a perfect view. I still pretended he was sitting there and could almost see the intense look on his face, urging me on.

The dress dropped to the floor and Carlos’s hands swept over my body. My lingerie was black, silky and skimpy. The bra pressed my tits up, creating the wonderful cleavage for the dress, and the thong panties only covered the bare minimum, so as to leave no lines. Carlos was not shy. He shoved a hand right down my panties and cupped my smooth pussy. I gasped and melted back against him. Fingers curled up inside me and I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all.

Guys in a car kind of went right for it, or if we were making out in some other odd place, like an alley behind a bar, but in a situation like this they seemed to take more time. Carlos did not dawdle. He slowly worked those fingers in and out of me, pressing onto my clit, and already I was moaning out of control and shaking as I felt an orgasm coming on. I rubbed my body back against his like an aggressive cat. And this was all facing the camera, almost like Carlos knew my husband was there watching us.

“You’re hot for it, aren’t you Diana?” he hissed in my ear.

I nodded.

“You need to come already.”

I nodded again, but he demanded I speak.

“Say it.”

“I need to come, baby. Please make me come.” I loved the way he made me say it.

“I’m gonna make you come now, and then I’ll really make you scream.”

“Ohhh…god…”

Carlos’s one arm wrapped around me, pinning me tightly to him, and his other hand kept busy on my pussy. It only took a couple more moments before he fulfilled his promise and I was coming. I cried out and bucked in his tight grasp, but he held me fast. I could tell I would not be free until he was ready to release me, and that only made me hotter. I soaked his fingers and my thong and I could hear his fingers moving inside me. Carlos didn’t let go until I began to breathe normally.

I sagged forward and braced myself on the table, right in front of the camera. Dave would be staring right at my soaked panties. I took a deep breath and turned to face Carlos. He looked thrilled with his handiwork and was eagerly anticipating what I would do next. I smiled and dropped my bra to the floor. Next I wiggled out of my panties and struck a pose. It was the first time he saw me fully nude, and he liked it.

“Damn, babe, you look fucking amazing. You’re husband is a fool.”

Hearing him trash my husband like that irritated me, but then I remembered he wasn’t talking about Dave, but
Diana’s
fictional hubby, who left her so bored she was looking for hook ups on the internet.

I confidently walked toward Carlos, grabbed him by the shirt and shoved my tongue in his mouth. I wanted to show him how much I appreciated the orgasm he’d just given me. The buttons on his shirt yielded to my insistent fingers and then I was crouched in front of him, opening his pants. He strained against tight, stretchy boxer briefs and I traced the outline of his length with my fingers. I was almost able to grip him through the stretch fabric and I tugged on him until he grunted impatiently. I don’t think Carlos was used to being teased.

His cock sprang out, smearing sticky, clear juice on my cheek when I freed it from his boxer-briefs. The nearly-nude photo he’d sent me didn’t truly do him justice. Appropriately for a cop, his penis was like a blunt weapon—too thick for me to wrap my hand around and at least seven inches long. I didn’t know how I would take something that big, but it would be fun finding out. I held him with both hands and sucked the tip between my lips, swabbing the head with my tongue to clean up all that dripping precum. I stood and pushed him back onto the bed.

“I like a woman who goes for what she wants,” he chuckled.

“I know what it’s like to do without,” I said, playing up my role as
Diana
. “When I see something I want, I know to grab it.”

I crawled onto the bed between his spread legs and leaned over him, my hair tickling his chest. There was a quick kiss, then I focused on his neck, using my tongue, lips and teeth to find all his tender spots. Carlos laced his fingers in my hair and held me there when I nibbled on his neck where he liked it. My hand smoothed over his sculpted abs and grasped his shaft tightly. His body jerked and he grunted. Carlos was ready to fuck me, but I wasn’t ready to let him. Not yet. He was a hot guy and I wanted time to play.

His chest really did seem to be carved from stone, and his abs were a work of art. I traced the tribal tattoo on his bicep with my tongue and then returned to tease his nipples, but he did not seem to like that, and he pulled me away from there. I ran my fingers over his abs like I just couldn’t believe they were real. Carlos sat back and watched me worship his body, pleased that I wanted him so badly. I wonder if he thought of moments like this when he was in the gym. I know when I’m out running, or doing yoga, I’m thinking about that fact some strange man is going to be seeing me naked soon, and I want him to like what he sees. But he could only take so much of that, I guess, because again he urged me lower.

I like a guy to be in control, but it can be annoying when they push your face toward their cock. It’s like they are just assuming you’re down to give them head. But Carlos was so strong and self-assured that it only felt natural to follow his lead. He was completely smooth down there—he didn’t even have stubble. I like it when a man does some manscaping, but I hadn’t encountered anyone like that before. Charles in the casino at least had some stubble. It was a little weird to be kissing him down there and have it be as smooth as my pussy. But when I started kissing his thick, hot shaft I forgot all about that. Only one thing dominated my thoughts.

Carlos stared at me hungrily while I kissed and licked his prick. He tasted masculine and musky, but clean. I lapped at him like he was a delicious candy cane. The way he stared at me made me tingle at my core.
This guy is going to fuck me silly
, I thought. I held his baton in both hands and began working my way down it. My lips were stretched wide and my mouth was full, but I relaxed and sucked down more. Carlos encouraged me with his eyes to swallow more and more.

“That’s so sweet, Diana. Suck that dick good.”

It was a shame the camera was behind me. Dave would have a beautiful view of my ass, but I know he’d love to see my mouth stretched around that huge cock. I imagined him coming around my side to watch. He wouldn’t be able to stay in the chair. Would Dave be amazed at how much cock I could fit in my mouth? Would he be intimidated to see how eagerly I sucked that monster?
Look at your slut wife, Dave. Watch me sucking this big dick. I want it so bad, honey. I want this big bastard to feed me his cock.
Pretending my husband was there just made me suck Carlos harder, cheeks hollowed as I amazingly made over half his cock disappear into my mouth.

“Damn, Diana. You want it, don’t you? You need it bad,” Carlos moaned.

I murmured, “Mmhm,” through my mouthful.

“Does your husband know what a great cocksucker you are? Jesus, I’d never let you out of bed, babe.”

Bobbing on that big cock made my jaw sore, so I switched to stroking it while licking the head and then kissing his hairless balls. My engagement ring caught the light from the bedside lamp and I realized it was the first time I was seeing my hand, with wedding rings on, wrapped around a cock that was not my husband’s. It was just so wrong, and it gave me chills of excitement. His balls were big too. I loved how sucking them made him moan. It always seems to impress a guy when I suck his balls. I actually liked it when they were as clean as Carlos’s. It was fun playing with them with my tongue.

“Yeah, Di, that’s hot. Suck those balls,” Carlos encouraged while I slurped around his balls.

With all his fingers in my hair, he gently pulled me back up to take his shaft into my mouth. It seemed that he could only cede control for so long. I liked him taking charge again. Carlos guided my mouth up and down on his fat prick while I held it by the base. My free hand pinched and rolled my tingling nipples, but then moved down to rub my soaked mound. That climax he’d given me was like a distant memory. I needed more! I struggled to relax as Carlos forced more and more cock into my mouth. He kept me bobbing faster and faster. I’d gone from giving him head to him fucking my mouth. I looked up at him, considered asking him to slow down, but the intense look on his face stopped me. Carlos stared at me like I was the center of his universe, and that look made me want to do anything to please him.

“That mouth is fucking hot, Di. You’re so fucking good,” he praised, driving himself into my mouth. I almost gagged, but I was determined to keep going.

Hear that Dave?
I thought.
Hear what a good cocksucker your wife is? Carlos is owning my mouth right now, just like you wanted.
I could see my husband there—right beside us—jerking off as Carlos used my mouth. Dave would love to hear this stranger praising me.

Carlos did not ask if I was ready, or if I even wanted to swallow, but just held my head tightly with his cock buried in my throat. The first spurt shot right down my throat, but then he eased back and the second and third thick wads blasted right into my mouth. A couple smaller detonations followed and he pulled it out, leaving strings of come stretching back to my lips. I licked it away and made a show of swallowing what he’d deposited in my mouth. I don’t mind at all when a guy comes in my mouth, and I liked the opportunity to play the slut for him. I also took my drenched fingers from my pussy and licked them clean, too. Something about Carlos just made me want to be his dirty whore. I knew my husband would approve.

“Your husband must be gay,” Carlos said. He stared at me like he’d hit the jackpot.

“No, he’s not.” I reminded myself he was speaking of
Diana’s
husband, not Dave. “He’s just very busy with work. And besides, I think he might be cheating.” Adding that to the narrative felt like it gave
Diana
more reason to be out with other men.

“There’s no way he went out and found better than you, babe.”

“Thanks. I aim to please.” I smiled.

“Let me take care of the pleasing for a while.”

Carlos pulled me toward him and turned me so I was stretched out on my back beside him on the bed. He just laid on his side for a bit and watched me, running his hand over my smooth, pale skin—tracing my curves, driving me crazy with anticipation.

“You really do have a beautiful body, Diana. I see other girls in the gym all the time, busting their asses, but they will never be as hot as you are. They just don’t have the natural gifts you do.” He cupped one of my breasts, my breathing becoming heavy, and tweaked my nipple, drawing a whimper from my throat. His words had me glowing. Carlos really took the time to look at me, and it made me want him even more.