Hot Dates: Becoming a Shared Wife (5 page)

“Fuck yes! Oh God!”

Dave rammed it inside me one more time and I felt him unload. His hunger and intensity gave me the chills, and I came right along with him. I didn’t need much by then. I clung tightly to him while he pulsed inside me, and even when he began to shrivel, I tried to keep him there.

“I love you so much, Dana.”

“I love you, baby. Did you have a good time tonight?”

“It was amazing. Did you?”

“Couldn’t you tell?” I giggled.

“Yeah, you looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

“Why didn’t you join us?”

“I was having fun watching. It was like you were putting on a show just for me.”

“I was. Well, it wasn’t
just
for you. I had a blast, but seeing how much you liked it made it so hot. You’re not mad or anything?”

“No. Why would I be?” He sounded like that was the silliest question ever. I thought it was perfectly logical.

“I don’t know. I get that you liked me and Lisa together, but you didn’t mind when Shane touched me—or when I touched him?” If this was going to be a problem, I wanted to confront it head-on.

“No, honey. It was so hot to see you just go for it. You know, you could have gone further if you wanted…”

Was my husband really saying that I
should have blown Shane—or fucked him?
I couldn’t believe my ears. Well, even if Dave was okay with that, I was not, but I kept my strong feelings to myself because I didn’t want to sour the moment. If we were going to talk about Dave being okay with me going there, that was something we had to talk about with clear heads, not with our brains scrambled by lust and booze.

“I just didn’t want to,” I said firmly.

He heard the edge in my voice, and replied, “Okay.”

We fell asleep in each other’s arms that night. I woke up alone, hung over, and worried about how I was going to face Shane and Lisa. In the bright sunlight of morning, that night of debauchery  seemed insane. I could hear activity in the kitchen when I snuck into the shower, and when I emerged, scrubbed clean and in a fresh tank top and shorts, the others had breakfast on the table and everyone acted like nothing had happened the night before. Once I got over my shock, I fell right in with them and relaxed. But it stayed in the back of my mind, and I couldn’t help but bring it up to Lisa later at the lake. We girls were in our bikinis on the shore, while the boys were in the water.

“So, last night…” I began.

“Yeah, that was hot, wasn’t it?” Lisa’s smile showed she had no regrets.

“It was, but…”

“Don’t worry, honey. It doesn’t change anything. We’re your friends and always will be, unless you have a problem…”

“No, no I don’t. It’s just we’ve—I’ve—never done anything like that before.”

“I kind of thought so, but you jumped right in, didn’t you?”

We both laughed, and I said, “You’re such a good kisser, I couldn’t really help myself.”

“That’s what I want to hear! No, we’re good. And Dave seemed happier than ever when he came out this morning.”

“That’s because we had the hottest sex ever last night. I think he was ready to explode the second he touched me!”

“Yeah, I could tell he was really enjoying the show. But why didn’t he come over? I’m jealous I didn’t get a turn with him,” Lisa pouted.

“I think he was just too into watching. You’ll have to catch him next time.”

“You can count on it.”

But there was not a next time. Dave was still so horny he kept me in our room most of that night, and then it was time to head home and back to our real lives. We still saw Shane and Lisa, but somehow things just never went there again. Within a couple of years, Lisa and Shane broke up, and after that we saw less and less of Shane.

The first time Dave brought up his long-held fantasy, we were covered in a fine sheen of sweat and recovering from making love. He had been all over me as soon as the babysitter’s car pulled away from the curb. We did not even make it to the bedroom. My dress was pulled up and my panties ripped down my legs as he bent me over the couch. Even in my heels it had been a challenge because he is so tall, and he ended up hunched over me—whispering dirty things in my ear as he thrust into me. It did not matter that the position was so awkward because we did not last long. The moment I locked around his shaft in orgasm, he came too, holding me tightly as we finished together.

I kicked off my heels and removed my now ruined stockings—Dave did not allow me to wear pantyhose or tights when we went out for a date night—before pulling my dress back down over my hips and going into the kitchen for a glass of water. I drank half and handed it to Dave before dropping onto the couch beside him.

“Mmm, you were an animal tonight. I love you, babe,” I told Dave, snuggling up beside him. I knew we should go up to bed, but I hadn’t yet marshaled the energy to mount the stairs.

“I wanted to do that all night. You looked so hot.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m your wife.”

“Every guy in that bar thought so, too. They were watching you all night, Dana.”

“And you loved every second of
that
,” I teased.

“You know I did. I love knowing that every guy out there wants to fuck my girl.” Excitement crept into his voice.

“When you were in the bathroom, some guy came to the bar to get a beer and hit on me. Even though I told him I was waiting for my husband, he didn’t seem to care.” It was fun to tease him with how much he loved showing me off, even if I did not quite understand it. I get being proud your mate is attractive, but Dave was
really
into it, to the point it turned him on. That was why I always dressed up for him when we went out. Lucky for him, I liked the attention, too.

“Oh yeah?”

“He didn’t seem to care that you’d be back any minute. He used the crowd as an excuse to keep rubbing up against me,” I said. The excitement wasn’t just in his voice any longer. I saw his cock twitching back to life. I brushed it with my fingertips, felt he was still sticky from being inside me. I decided to push it. “I could feel him getting hard while he did it.”

“What man wouldn’t? You know he just wanted to get you out of there and have you to himself.”

“He was pretty cute. Maybe I should have let him.” I squeezed his cock. He was instantly hard.

“Christ, Dana,” he croaked. Dave closed his eyes, and I thought he was imagining it happening.

“Feels like you might have liked that.”

“Maybe. Did he feel big?”

“His cock?” I had to force the words out. Even with all of our fantasizing, we’d never gone here before. Was my husband trying to visualize another man’s cock? I didn’t know how to feel about that.

“Yes, did it feel big?”

“It did, but it’s hard to tell through jeans. There’s only one way to really know.”

“You wanted to know, didn’t you, Dana?”

I was suddenly all excited again, and I told myself it was because Dave was so turned on, not because I was thinking about doing naughty things with the guy from the bar. This was scary territory to go into, but I pressed on.
For Dave
, I insisted to myself.

“I did. It was hot that I made him hard and I wanted to see it. Should I have gone with him, baby?”

His answer was barely a whisper: “Yes.”

I climbed into his lap, hiking up my dress around my waist. His granite shaft rubbed my swollen lips, driving me crazy. “I could have gone to his car with him. He could have shown me there.” I could almost see it now, too. Letting that guy—I couldn’t remember his name—take me out to his car, him holding the door as I got inside. I leaned in and kissed Dave’s neck as I asked, “Do you want me to take it out for him?”

“Yeah, grab it, hon.”

“Mmm, it’s even bigger than I thought. What should I do with it, Dave?”

“You know what you want to do.”

“What?” I had to see where he wanted to go with this.

“Suck it, Dana. Suck his goddam dick,” my husband growled. I couldn’t believe my ears. He was clearly imagining me sucking another man’s cock, and he was rock hard.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s so wrong.”

“God, Dana, do it. You know you want to.”

Standing there in the bar, it never even occurred to me to do any of that. I did not want to suck anyone’s cock but my husband’s, but now it was all I could think about. I
did
want to suck this nameless stranger’s prick. Dave’s excitement was infectious, and I was swept up in it. He reached between us, took his cock, and jammed it into me. Oh my God, that was what I needed. I had climaxed just a few minutes before, but I needed him to do me again.

“I’m doing it, baby. I’m sucking him. It’s so good. Mmm, I don’t want to stop,” I cooed.

“Don’t stop. Suck him. You’re so fucking hot right now, Dana. Suck it until he comes.”

Dave held my slim waist and effortlessly bounced me up and down on his cock. His eyes were closed and I know he was in that car, watching me blow some stranger. Why did that make him so hot? I did not understand, but I was in the grip of the fantasy, too. I felt myself rapidly building to a powerful orgasm.

“Mmm, I think he’s close. His holding my hair, forcing me down on it.”

“Suck it! Suck it! Christ, Dana, don’t stop!”

I couldn’t stop. Dave was slamming me onto him, using me like his own personal fucktoy. I did not want to stop. I was going to cum—hard. It rattled toward me like a runaway train, and then it slammed me. I cried out his name, and seconds later I felt Dave cumming too, jamming me down onto his cock and holding me there until he was finished. I fell into his chest, and he held me in a crushing embrace.

When my powers of speech returned, I asked, “What just happened?”

“We had incredible sex, hon.”

“I know that. I mean the other part. That really excited you?”

Dave tensed up immediately. He felt I was judging him. “What if it did? Do you think that’s weird?”

It was definitely strange, but I did not want him to feel attacked. Besides, it did not seem to bother me, not really. I tried telling myself it was all because of his excitement, but didn’t that fantasy turn me on as much as it did him? I fumbled for the right words. “It’s different, but I don’t think you’re weird, baby. Is this something you’ve fantasized about before?”

I could feel the effort it required for him to open up about this as he pressed on. “I have. Probably more than I should. You know I think it’s hot when other men look at you.”

“That’s why I dress up for you, baby. High heels are
not
comfortable.”

“I like knowing all the guys out there want you, and sometimes I think about taking it further. I think about what would happen if we went further.”

“How?” Was he saying what I thought?

“I think about what it would be like if sometimes guys didn’t just look, but they approached you and flirted with you.”

“You would like that?” It was not quite ordinary behavior for a husband and wife, but it sounded pretty harmless. I don’t want to brag, but I’ve held up pretty well and I’m used to being approached by guys when I’m out on my own. As long as no one is pushy about it, I’m flattered.

“Yeah, it would be hot to see your sexiness through another guy.”

Dave began to relax and I think he was relieved to be telling me all of this. He must have been bottling that up for a long time. I immediately thought back to that night with Lisa and Shane and how Dave just sat back instead of joining us. Dave was not just content to sit back and watch—it was like he
preferred
to watch. We relived that night a lot in our love making over the years, and sometimes it seemed that Dave was just as turned on  by Shane touching me as Lisa doing it. Maybe more. I never analyzed it because I was just as deep in reliving those memories as Dave. He had seen me with another man and liked it. A lot. I couldn’t help but wonder…

“What if it didn’t stop with flirting?”

“You mean…”

“Some guys can be pretty aggressive. They go for the body contact thing. Sometimes they’ll even try to kiss you if they’ve had enough to drink.”

“That would be okay, I guess.”

I thought he was only trying to
sound
reluctant. I could not see his face, so I pulled off his lap and sat beside him on the couch and took his hand in mine. “It would really turn you on to see me kiss another man?”

“It would.”

“It did, didn’t it. That night with Shane and Lisa.”

Dave could hardly meet my eyes. “It did.”

“Did that night start you thinking about this?” That had been over five years before. Had he been harboring this all those years?

“Not really. Dana, I’ve always had some version of this fantasy. Back in high school, when I was on the baseball team, we were partying one night and I was hooking up with Maggie, and I noticed one of the other guys watching us. He saw that I knew he was there and didn’t stop, so he kept getting closer and closer, until he sat on the floor beside us and started touching her. We both hooked up with her that night, and seeing her with him blew my mind. I don’t think I’ve been the same since.”

Maggie was a girl he’d dated for a couple years, but he did not talk about her much. We had never really discussed our past relationships. The past was the past. But now I wondered if we should have. What other kinky secrets were in my husband’s past? I had to ask: “Did you both fuck her?”

“Oh no. She did jerk him off, though.”

“So you’ve thought about me—other girlfriends—being with other men?”

Dave nodded.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything? You know I’m not a prude. You can tell me anything.”

“I was afraid you’d think less of me. Maybe it makes me less of a man that I am turned on by the idea of you with another guy. And I don’t want you to think it means I don’t cherish you or love you. It’s not about that. I think it’s because I’m so into you that I want to see you like that. I know it sounds totally nuts. I know this isn’t normal.”

“Stop it. I won’t have you beating yourself up. I know you love me. And nothing could make you less of a man. It is different though…”

I kept using that word—different—because I didn’t want to use anything more judgmental. But I did not know how I really felt about it. I was not offended. I’m just not the kind of girl who is offended by that sort of thing. And I really didn’t question if Dave loved me. I took him at his word. But I could not fully understand it either. I would have been okay if he joined us that night and played with Lisa, but I really had no desire to see him with another woman, and I know I would be jealous if I saw him hooking up with some woman who picked him up at a bar. But I didn’t have to understand it to love him. I just needed to accept it. And I could do that. I even got my own thrill out of it, if I’m being honest. There’s always been a part of me that’s turned on by being naughty. The fantasy of acting out like that, a married woman who flirts with strange men, was exciting. I could not see myself going out and picking up a man, but if some handsome guy wanted to buy me a drink, who was I to say no?

“Different as in ick?” Dave did look me in the eye now. He had to be sure I was not just humoring him.

“No. Different as in, everyone has their fantasies, and who has the right to judge anyone else’s. And when I thought about it, it turned me on too.”

“I could tell.” Finally, a smile.

“You know I like to be bad.”

“That’s one of the many reasons I love you. And I love it when you’re bad.”

“I guess it’s a shame you weren’t there to see that guy flirt with me. You missed your chance.”

“I am sure I’ll get another. Guys are always checking you out.”

“Then next time I might have to play it up and give you a good story.” It sounded fun to go out there and flirt. I had not really done so in such a long time. I was not sure I remembered how. It was not a skill I needed any longer.

“Maybe I’ll just hang back and watch you in action for a while.” That glint of excitement was back in his eyes.

“That would be fun.”

“We could even go out to do that.” Dave looked eager.

I was dense. “What do you mean?”

“Some couples—at least in stories I’ve read—play this game where the husband hangs back and watches while the wife gets picked up.”

“No one really does that!”

“I bet they do. The stories had to come from somewhere.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you? You would like to go out and do this?”

“If you were up for it. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

My head was still mostly in fantasyland. I had not been talking about doing anything for real, except maybe me stringing some guy along at the bar. Going out with the intent to flirt with strange men was a whole different thing. It would be naughty. And a little dangerous. And sexy. The fantasy made me hot, but I didn’t know if I could really do it. Dave looked so excited I felt like I had to at least think about it.