Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife (4 page)

Dana was not Maggie and she did want to talk about it. She totally got that I was into watching her and Lisa, but I could tell she was surprised I didn’t mind seeing her with Shane. I don’t think she understood that was what
really
turned me on. I could see Dana couldn’t wrap her head around that and I retreated from a full confession. I felt like a coward, but I didn’t want her to think I was some kind of freak.

We never had a repeat of that night with Shane and Lisa and it would be years before I fully confessed to my wife. I tried to accept it would never happen again, like I had before, but it was harder this time. I’d seen Dana sucking another guy’s cock. I’d seen another man make her come. I couldn’t forget that. It was a memory I could recall in vivid detail anytime I wanted—and I did it often.

The kids came and we became parents as much as man and wife, but the desire never left me. We didn’t go out as often, of course, but when we did I made sure Dana was as sexy as possible and I reveled in the looks she’d get from other men. She told me she would dress up for me, because she knew how much I liked it, but I saw a spark in her. I knew she liked the attention as much as I like seeing her get it. If only there was a way to take it to the next level. Sometimes I’d excuse myself to the bathroom and take my time coming back, knowing that if I left Dana alone at a bar she would be hit on. We always fucked like rabbits when we came home from one of those date nights. And one of those nights, it all came out.

Dana and I went out to dinner and then to see a cover band at a local bar. She wore a tight little tank dress that made her curves stand out. I pulled my old trick of leaving her alone at the bar, but this time I waited in the crowd longer than usual. I saw a big guy flirting with her and Dana seemed to be really into it. Something in her eyes made me hang back to see what would happen. He touched my wife, casually of course, and she touched back the way a woman does when she’s interested. But it didn’t go beyond that. Dana is not a cheater. I returned and she acted like nothing had happened. But when we got home that night we ended up fucking in the living room, as soon as the babysitter was out the door.

She teased me with how men had been looking at her, the way she always did. Dana knew exactly what I liked. At least the tame version of it. But then she carried things further and told me about the guy in the bar and how she felt him getting hard when he pressed against her. It struck a chord. I couldn’t help myself. I asked if he was big, if she wanted to see it. She hesitated, then told me he felt big, but it was hard to tell through jeans. Was she trying to save my ego? She needn’t have bothered. I asked if she wanted to know how big it was. There was something in her voice that told me she’d crossed a personal line, but she kept going. Dana told me yes, she wanted to know. And then she asked that fateful question,
Should I have gone with him?
I couldn’t help answering truthfully. My mind had already raced ahead to what would happen next. I told her,
yes!

What followed was the most intense sex we’d ever had until then. It surpassed that night after her threesome with Shane and Lisa by a mile. While we fucked there in the living room, Dana teased me without holding back, like she was reading my mind.

“Do you want me to take it out for him?” she asked excitedly.

“Yeah, grab it, hon,” I moaned.

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

“You know what you want to do.”

“What?” She was making me tell her.

“Suck it, Dana. Suck his goddam dick,” I growled. There it was. I said it. It was out there. And amazingly, it didn’t stop my wife. She kept right on going.

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

“God, Dana, do it. You know you want to,” I ordered. I could see it. I could see my sweet Dana in the front seat of some car, sucking off some strange man.

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

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

I saw her excitement. I saw it wasn’t just for me. Dana was just as excited by this fantasy as I was. In that moment, she
wanted
to suck that guy’s cock. I held her and bounced her up and down on my cock.

“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,” I demanded.

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

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

It was too much for me. Dana came a fraction of a second before I did. I came and it felt like I emptied out my entire being into her. I was a husk. I had been laid bare and all I could do was wait and see how she would react. It was one thing to go with it in the heat of the moment. How would my wife feel when she really thought about the implications of what we’d just fantasized together?

Once we had both calmed down, Dana insisted on having a real conversation about my fantasies. I was initially defensive, and she had to drag it out of me, but finally, after nearly a decade and a half of marriage I confessed my deepest, darkest sexual fantasy to my wife. Dana did her best to temper her reaction, but I could tell she was shocked. She was in for another shock when she asked if it was something I actually wanted to do.

Most of what I knew of this hot wife thing at the time was what I’d read in stories on the internet, and I told her that. I confessed it would be hot for me if she went out to a bar and let a guy pick her up and then they fooled around. I could see the wheels turning in her head. I knew with a little effort I would have Dana hooked. Over the next few weeks I sent her stories and played out the fantasy in the bedroom. Finally, Dana agreed she would give it a try, but made no promises anything would happen. She didn’t know if she could go through with it. That was the hottest thing I’d ever heard, and I told her so. Our next stop was the casino.

I’d shared that whole story on the message board before, to many pats on the back and guys wishing they were me. I even shared a non-identifiable picture of Dana in lingerie and the guys went wild. It made me feel proud and juiced. The guys on the board were right. I
did
have the sexiest, coolest wife on the planet. Occasionally, I’d post an update about our adventures, but mostly I lurked on the board. I considered creating a new post about Dana having just gone out to meet her FB—that’s hot wife slang for
fuck buddy
, or the guy who’s screwing your wife on a regular basis—but I didn’t like sharing things like that in the moment. It brought me back to being just a little ashamed that I was sitting home while my wife was out fucking another guy. Instead, I shot a private message to a guy I’d exchanged a few prior messages with. I’d found him to be a good sounding board. He seemed realistic, not one of these guys who thinks you should make it happen at any cost.

I set the laptop aside and scrolled through my ever-growing collection of Dana videos. I could have sat there and tried imagining what she might be up to with Zach, but why do that when I could just watch it? Instead of watching their last session, I jumped back to the one before. That was a particular favorite of mine because Zach had particularly rocked her world that night. They had been texting back and forth that night and I suggested she should go see him. Dana complained she was tired, but between Zach begging her by text and my nudging her, she finally relented and jumped in the shower. She didn’t dress up then, but looked hot in tight jeans and a snug t-shirt that hugged her tits.

When the camera clicked on, it was obvious they’d gotten started before Dana could click record. They were in his living room and she walked away from the camera already missing her jeans and panties. I had a great view of her round, tight ass as she walked toward Zach, who sat on the couch. She went onto her knees in front of him and went right to work sucking his cock. My view wasn’t great for that, but I could see her still-damp ponytail bounce as her head bobbed up and down, and Zach stared down at my wife like he was in heaven. He tried to hold her ponytail, but she pushed his hand away. Dana was going at her own pace.

“Oh my God, Dana,” he moaned. “I can’t believe you can take the whole thing.” I beamed with pride. That was my expert, cock sucking wife.

Dana replied, but her words were muffled. I figured she was licking or kissing him down there, maybe even sucking his balls, because her face was still buried there. She started sucking again and this time she moved with purpose. Her head bobbed rapidly, like she was riding a piston. Zach tried to warn her, but Dana wanted his cum because she did not stop until he was shaking and thrusting up at her mouth.

I could tell Zach came because his body went slack, but my wife stayed down there, sucking. She wanted him hard for another round. Watching Dana craving his cock like that, watching her seducing that younger man filled me with lust and I reached for the tissue box because I knew what came next. And I knew that watching Dana screaming on all-fours on his floor, begging to be fucked, was going to make me come—just like it did every time. Was that the moment when Zach formed his hold on her? Was that when she decided she needed his cock? I couldn’t help feeling that I was watching my wife form a bond with another man—something more than sex—and I was ashamed that I didn’t want to put a stop to it.

I had been on my feet all day and was glad the party was winding down. Not that I mind having the neighbors over—I love that we’re the neighborhood house for barbeques—but don’t love all the work that goes along with it. Jana, my best friend from up the street, is a godsend and a huge help, but I still feel all the pressure to make sure everyone has fun and is well fed. The thirty people or so that had been enjoying our house that hot summer day were a mix of neighbors and guys who work for Dave.

Dave loves entertaining and showing off all his hard work. Over the years we’ve been in our house, he’s completely transformed it. The masterpiece is our backyard. It’s all centered around our pool, which is almost more of a winding, lazy river than a traditional pool. It’s fed at one end by a slate waterfall and flows past a swim-up bar. There’s a hot tub just beside the waterfall. Slate tiles flow out from the pool to several seating areas, a built-in grill and second wet bar, and a cozy fire pit. It’s the kind of backyard you see on television shows and it’s taken Dave ten years to perfect. And there is no way we could have afforded it if Dave hadn’t done all the work himself.

My dear husband spent most of the afternoon manning the grill, serving up burgers, chicken, sausages and ribs. A couple times he got someone to spell him so he could enjoy a beer and chat, but I don’t think either of us so much as dipped a toe in the pool all day. I’d worn a swimsuit beneath my little floral sundress, but that was wishful thinking. I wasn’t going to feel the water until most of the guests were on their way.

It was good to have a normal day with my family. I was beginning to feel like too much of our lives were revolving around our hot dates and their planning. I hadn’t done anything with any of that since I went over to Zach’s a few weeks ago. Zach and I still exchanged texts every day, and that was fun, but we hadn’t made any plans to get together. I sensed something strange from Dave when I came home the last time. I asked him about it, but he swore it was nothing. He had me thinking it was all in my head, which was possible.

I really did like Zach—maybe a little too much. I tried telling myself it was crazy, but I thought I might be developing a crush on my boytoy. I looked forward to his first text of the day and I would start the shameless flirting if he didn’t do it first. But a lot of the time we just talked about our lives—at least as much of my life as I could share. I tried to keep
Dani’s
life as close to mine as possible, but a lot of the details were still made up. It probably wasn’t a good idea to become so attached to one other man, but it wasn’t causing any problems so I just rolled with it. Pursuing the online dating would have helped with that, but my enthusiasm just wasn’t there.

So it was nice to have a day where none of that existed, although it was never completely gone. Our secret life lurked there, just out of sight, like the phantom image on the periphery of your vision you’re not sure was there. In the past, it was innocent fun knowing the pleasure Dave took in it when I looked good. I hope it’s not too conceited to admit, but I know guys check me out. All women do, whether they admit it or not. It’s not like guys are exactly subtle. They think they are. When I lean forward I can tell your eyes immediately flick down to see if you can peek down my blouse. When I walk past you on the street or in the supermarket, I can just sense your head swiveling to check out my butt. I don’t mind it as long as you’re respectful and keep your rude comments to yourself. And I don’t think you do nice things for me just because I’m a nice person. I’ve always known my husband appreciates that extra attention I receive. He’s never been subtle about it either. He’s always encouraged short skirts that showed off my legs and tight, low cut tops. I could always see the way other men’s attention affected him. And if I brushed up against him, I could feel it too. I knew if we were out for an evening and I was looking particularly good I was in for an intense night of lovemaking when we got home. But then Dave told me of his forbidden fantasy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not just going along to make my husband happy. I get as much of a thrill out of it as he does, but now it colors all of those interactions that seemed harmless before.

When I caught a couple of Dave’s workers checking out my tanned legs, I glanced over and saw my husband watching them watching me. Tension crackled through me and I couldn’t believe none of our friends noticed. I couldn’t help wondering,
Is Dave picturing them ravaging me?
When Jana’s husband, Neil, followed me into the kitchen to help me carry out more ice did my husband think we stopped in the pantry for a quickie? Jana is a beautiful, athletic blonde, but I know Neil checks me out—and Dave knows it too. I’m sure Jana’s even aware of it, but she doesn’t care. Jana is the least insecure woman I know. In the past I always considered Neil checking me out a silly thing, and thought it was cute that Dave got a charge out of it, but now when he spies Neil checking out my tits, is he thinking,
I wish she’d pull Neil upstairs for a quick blowjob
? Even if I was tempted, there are a myriad of reasons I would never do that.

“You look like you could really use this,” Jana said, handing me a large glass of homemade sangria.

“Jana, you have no idea.” I greedily drank down almost half the large glass. I didn’t care how hard it hit me. The party was almost over.

“You guys did great. Today was another hit.”

“I would have never done it this weekend if I knew how hot it was going to be. I’m dying.”

“Why didn’t you jump in the pool? It’s right there, silly.” Jana had been in and out all day and her top clung to her bikini top in two wet triangles.

“Because I’ve been in and out of the house all day and I didn’t want to do it wet,” I said. “But as soon as this is over and the kids are in bed, I am diving right in.”

“You don’t need to worry about them. They’re all in the family room watching a movie. All of the sun and swimming wore them out.”

“Thank god.”

Most of the remaining stragglers left over the next hour and the sun began its descent. Jana offered to help with the clean up, but I told her I was only worried about the things that absolutely needed taking care of—the rest could wait until morning. I saw a couple of Dave’s workers to the gate. I’m a physically affectionate person and hugged my guests as they left. It felt like the men held onto that hug just a beat too long, that their hands strayed closer to my ass than was proper. But their wives were right there. It had to all be in my head. They couldn’t sense that I was somehow up for grabs, could they? I needed more wine.

Jana and I cleaned up the immediate worries and by then she and her husband were the only ones left—or so I thought. I found Dave sitting in the corner of the yard talking to one of the guys from his crew. I thought his name was something like Jeff, or Jim. All that was left was to put the kids to bed and we could finally relax.

“I think we’re about done for the night,” I said, walking over to Dave. “Once the kids are put down we can finally relax.”

“Why don’t I take care of that? You’ve been running yourself ragged all day.”

“Are you sure?” I was only surprised because he appeared to be mid-conversation. Dave is a great dad and puts the kids to bed just as often as I do, if we’re not doing it together.

“Yeah.” Dave turned to his friend. “I’ll be right back.”

“No worries,” Jeff or Jim said.

I wasn’t quite sure why this stranger was lingering. Jana and Neil often stayed to hang out after our barbeques. We would kick back in the hot tub and chat into wee hours of the night. I asked our guest, “Can I get you something else?” My brow furrowed as I tried to recall his name. I didn’t want him to be insulted. “Jeff?”

“Close. It’s Jay. And a beer would be great.”

“Sorry. It’s been crazy today.”

“It’s fine, really. I saw how you were running around. I’m not even sure we were ever properly introduced.”

Jay unwound from the chair and he dwarfed me, like a mountain had formed before me. I’m only a few inches over five feet, and my husband is nearly a foot taller than me, but Jay was even bigger than Dave. My eyes met his mid-chest. And he was broad, too. Not all the men who work for my husband are in great shape, despite working construction, but Jay looked like whatever time wasn’t spent on a construction site was spent in a gym. His jaw was covered in a couple day’s brown stubble and his smile was crooked. Jay was hot. There was no other word for it.

“I’ll be right back,” I finally managed, once I was finished taking him in.

I turned, but instead of waiting for me to bring him a beer, Jay followed. I crouched down and slipped into the wet bar by the pool. Jana was already in there collecting empty red Solo cups, even though I’d told her she didn’t need to clean up. Jay stood over by the side of the pool and introduced himself to Neil, who’d just come out of the house. No doubt he’d just tucked his kids in upstairs in our house. When our families had late nights together it was easier to just let the kids have a sleepover rather than have Jana and Neil drag their half-asleep kids back down the street. I took a fresh cup from the depleted stack beneath the bar and drew Jay a fresh beer from the tap.

“Who the hell is that?” Jana asked. She was staring at the guys, and I knew it wasn’t her husband who had her attention.

“His name’s Jay. He works for Dave.” I pretended not to be as impressed as she was.

“I can’t believe Dave left you alone with him.”

“Come on, Jana.”

“I can’t believe
any
husband would leave him alone with his wife.”

And just like that it popped into my mind that maybe Dave left me alone with Jay
on purpose
. Was there a reason the big, handsome construction worker was still here after just about all our other guests were gone? That was a crazy idea. We had agreed early on that we would never, ever play with anyone we knew—or even anywhere near our home. Whenever we went on our hot dates they were always far enough away from our neighborhood that there was little chance we could run into someone we knew. I could not see myself explaining that lifestyle to anyone we knew. But despite knowing all that, the thought still entered my mind. Watching me with another man excited my husband more than anything else I’d seen in our years of marriage. Dave couldn’t get enough of it. And Jay really was right up my alley. He was exactly the kind of guy that made me weak in the knees, except for the little ponytail I noticed at the back of his light brown hair, but I could probably overlook that. Jay looked like he could just consume me and I couldn’t help reacting to that, even though there was no way I would allow that to happen. I told myself I was being paranoid, that Dave had not become so depraved he was inviting guys home from the construction site to fuck his wife.

“Are you there, Dana?” Jana asked, giving me a nudge.

“Yeah, sorry.” I didn’t realize I’d zoned out.

Jana took another long appraisal of Jay. “I get it, girl. I could get lost thinking about that hunk, too.”

“Get out of here.” Did I protest too much?

“I’m getting out of these clothes. Time to enjoy the pool. Are you with me?”

Jana ascended the steps out of the sunken poolside bar and pulled off her little baby-t then wiggled out of her shorts. Her black and green string bikini did not cover much, but Jana had the body to pull it off. She hits the gym five mornings a week, leaving Neil to get the kids ready for school. She is tall and lean, with big C-cups Neil bought her for her 40
^th
birthday. Jana is the textbook definition of a suburban MILF. If she was hoping Jay would notice, she was in luck, because he risked a quick glance over at Jana while he talked to her husband. As far as I know, Neil doesn’t harbor the same kind of fantasies Dave does, but how do I really know? I didn’t know about my husband’s until he finally confessed them to me. She walked to the deep end and dove into the pool, slicing through the water.

I followed Jana out of the bar and caught Jay tracking my movement. Jay thanked me when I walked the fresh beer over to him. Neil asked where his was, and I told him to get it himself. I felt like adding,
I only get beer for guy like that
. I was ready to jump in the pool and grabbed the hem of my sundress, but there was still that nagging suspicion Dave could be trying to set something up and I worried about encouraging it.

“Are you coming in or not?” Jana called from the water.

I reminded myself my worries were insane and pulled the little sundress over my head. My two-piece was more modest than Jana’s—black with a halter top that had little ruffles along the neckline, and bottom that covered more. I still showed plenty of cleavage, but that was pretty tough to avoid with my breasts. I won’t lie, I was pleased to see Jay watching me after he’d seen Jana in her bikini. I work out, but I’m not drum-tight like my friend. There’s still a jiggle to my butt. Rather than dive like Jana, I crouched by the side and slipped into the warm water. It was just as refreshing as I’d hoped and I floated out into it on my back, my breasts pushed up out of the water. Jay kept talking to Neil, but he also kept stealing glances at us. It was nice to be checked out by a guy like Jay. I’m sure he has his pick of the hot cocktail waitresses and girls at the gym. I was flattered he was checking out a suburban mom of two like me.

That was the thrill I got from our hot dates. After being with the same man for so long and spending all your waking hours either being a mom or at work, you start to wonder if you’re the woman you were before. It’s easy to lose touch with the girl who wore a skirt and left her panties at home. And you wonder if anyone would care if you did. When I go on these hot dates I recall that sexy side of myself, the bad girl who would act out when the mood struck her. Most importantly, since I’m playing a role on our hot dates, I never worry about being judged. I can be as slutty as I want because not only won’t my husband judge me, he’ll encourage me to go further. Having a man like Jay check me out gave me that same thrill. I just wouldn’t try to act on it at home.