Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife (6 page)

It just wasn’t innocent admiration anymore, because when dirty thoughts crept into my mind it wasn’t just abstract anymore. If I was out and I saw a hot guy, my husband actually
wanted
me to slip them my number. That didn’t apply with Jay—maybe—but that didn’t stop those thoughts and feelings from coming.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize you were right there,” I said.

“Just wanted to thank you for having me today. Your house is awesome and the food was great,” Jay said. Neither of us had moved. The towel was draped over my shoulders, but I felt almost nude so close to this man in my bikini.

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you came. We love to have people over. The more the merrier.”

“Well, you’re a great hostess.”

“You have to say that. I’m your boss’s wife.”

I don’t know why I needed to remind him of that, it just felt important in that moment. I realized I was trembling slightly. Where was Dave? It was insane, but now I was sure he was setting me up with Jay. Did Jay know about our arrangement, or did Dave expect me to seduce him? It pissed me off to think he would do something like this without talking to me first. I didn’t want all the guys on his crew to think I was some kind of a whore. But in my anger, I thought I should really make Dave pay. If I was going to sleep with his employee, I should make it memorable. Jay still held my shoulders and I put my hands on his arms.

“I didn’t say it because I had to. I said it because I appreciate all your hard work today. You can be my boss’s wife and a great hostess.”

I stared up into his dark eyes and didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to say anything. I really just wanted to kiss him.

“Hey, where are you guys?” Dave called out. He came down the hallway from the kitchen to the laundry room and I jerked away from Jay like he’d shocked me. Jay turned toward my husband.

“Dana was just getting rid of the wet things,” Jay said.

“She hates a mess,” Dave said.

“I should probably get going and let you two get to bed.”

“What are you saying? I’m old?” Dave joked. “Or do you have some honey waiting on you?”

Jay laughed. “I’m not calling you old, man.”

We walked Jay to the front door and as we said our goodbyes I gave Jay a hug. He had to practically bend in half and he still nearly lifted me off of my feet. I kissed his cheek—close to what I really wanted to do. Dave closed the door behind our guest and when he turned I was staring at him.

“Jay seemed like a nice guy,” I said.

“He is. I always have to keep that line between being boss and friend, but he’s definitively a guy I’d hang out with.”

“Yeah, I can see that. And I guess you trust him.”

“What do you mean? I trust all my guys. They wouldn’t be working for me if I didn’t.”

“You left him alone with your wife, who isn’t wearing very much.”

Dave grinned. “I guess I must. I know how hard you are to resist. Maybe I trust you and that’s why I left him alone with you.”

“I think you know better than that. You know what a little slut you wife can be.” I unhooked my bikini top behind my neck and let the halter straps hang forward, peeling the top down to just above my nipples, which were hard from the cool air inside. “Or maybe you were counting on that.”

Dave looked confused, like he couldn’t quite tell if I was kidding or not. “You know I wouldn’t mess around with a guy from work.” And now I couldn’t tell if he was sincere.

“I don’t know. You’re really into watching me fuck other guys, and you know how much I like guys like Jay. Maybe you couldn’t resist the temptation.” I took another step closer to him. I cupped both breasts and shivered as my thumbs stroked my nipples.

“It doesn’t sound like I’m the one who had trouble resisting temptation. I think Jay really made your panties wet.”

“Could be,” I teased.

Dave pressed a hand between my thighs. I gasped. He traced my lips through the bikini bottom, leaving a little dark spot. I looked up at him, the desire naked on my face. He grinned. Dave knew what I needed and he loved it when I was weak like this. I was his to play with.

“Someone’s pretty damned horny,” he said.

“I thought you left me alone with Jay for a reason,” I murmured. My hands smoothed his t-shirt over his chest. My husband was just about as muscular as Jay, but he just didn’t do as much of the daily labor since he was stuck running the business. But I knew my sexy husband would never let himself go.

“You really wanted it, didn’t you?” Dave kept rubbing my pussy and pulled the ponytail out of my hair before caressing my neck. His fingers, laced in my hair, tugged just enough to excite me. “I don’t know who wanted him more, you or Jana. Jay could have had a crazy threesome with two suburban MILFs.”

“Probably,” I breathed. I recalled my last threesome, with our friends in the cabin, and thinking about sharing a hot guy like Jay was exciting. I knew it would become a competition between Jana and I to see who could get crazier. I suspected Jana didn’t have many limits. “But I don’t think Neil likes to share the way you do.”

“Oh, I think we’d be cool with it if he got to watch. He’d finally get to see you naked. He’d be so focused on that he’d probably forget his wife was there.”

“You want Neil to fuck me too, don’t you?”

“That would be fun to watch.”

My pussy throbbed when I thought about our forbidden lifestyle being exposed to our neighbors. Dave was right, Neil would love a chance to fuck me—if all those looks were any indication. God, what would they think if they knew my husband wanted me to have sex with other men? They would think he was crazy and I was a slut.

We moved farther into the house—me walking backwards while Dave guided me with gentle tugs on my hair. He spun me when we reached the stairs and pushed me forward. My knees landed on the carpeted runner in the center, but my shins still banged painfully into the edge. He yanked the bottom of my bikini down and I kicked it away, wanting to spread my legs for my husband. I rested my elbows on a higher step. It was an awkward position, but I loved that he had to have me right there, right then. His cock slipped over my wet lips, splitting them when I pushed back.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

“That’s what you wanted to tell Jay, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I thought he was going to take me in the laundry room.”

Dave buried himself in me with a single thrust. I bit my lip—our kids and the neighbor’s were upstairs—but I still cried out. He held my hips and took me with quick, brutal thrusts. I know my husband was thinking about the same thing as me—Jay bending me over the washing machine and fucking me. My hair fell down around my face and my tits bounced with each powerful thrust. His balls slapped the backs of my thighs.

“I can’t leave you alone for a second, can I?” he growled.

“No! You know I’m a slut. I’m
your
slut, hon!”

His fingers dug into my thighs and he moved faster. I know he wanted to take me slowly, to draw it out, but he couldn’t help himself. I was glad, because I couldn’t take the teasing. I needed it, and I needed it badly. There was a sure way to get him to just pound me.

“I know you wanted me to fuck Jay. I don’t care if you admit it. You wanted to see those big hands all over me…”

“Fuck, Dana…” Dave thrust faster.

“What if they laid me on the bar by the pool and Jana played with my tits while Jay fucked me?”

“Christ…”

“Neil could put it in my mouth…”

“Ohhh…”

“Fuck me, babe, please…” I begged.

Dave pounded me hard for another few seconds and with a long, low grunt he came inside me. I was whimpering, desperately trying to stay quiet by biting my hand and I came right after feeling his cum spurting inside me. He released my hips and I sagged to the steps. I couldn’t support myself. Dave leaned against the wall, gasping. I was warm and satisfied all over. I loved the way my husband made me feel. My adventures with other men hadn’t changed my desire for Dave at all—except maybe I wanted him more. I wanted him for seeing me as the sexy little nymph.

Dave sat on the steps beside me and stroked my hair. “You are an incredible woman. I don’t know what I did to deserve the hottest woman on the planet, but I thank god every day.”

“You just have to be you. I love you so much.” I took his hand and kissed it. “Let’s get up to bed.”

After another week or so of thought—and much encouragement from my husband—I decided to go online and give it another shot. This time I extracted a promise from Dave that he would be there, at least in the beginning, when I met my date. I logged back into the website and found that my mailbox was jammed. A few guys sent multiple emails asking where I went and I dismissed them out of hand. They just came off as too desperate. I was also greeted by several new potential dates. I read through their profiles, but no one excited me too much. The men who were married and cheating on their wives were an immediate turn off. I was fine with a married man in an open relationship, but I didn’t like the idea of a man who deceived his wife—even if I was putting myself out there as a cheating wife in my profile.

It took a few days, but I found someone who interested me. Most of the guys who sent me messages were business types, guys who sat behind a desk all day. Some of them were good looking, but my close encounter with Jay left me craving someone a little—I hate to say it—
rougher
. Carlos seemed to fit that bill. He didn’t claim to be over six feet, which right away made me think he was more honest than a lot of the men on there. He was a cop, which seemed very manly to me. I could just imagine him slapping the cuffs on and frisking me. Would my husband like to see something like that?

Carlos was forty-two and his black hair was buzzed down and looked to be graying at the temples. His eyes were intense. He had the requisite shirtless picture and I liked what I saw. He was more gym muscular than from physical labor, but his six-pack was tight. That would be fun to play with. He had a tribal tattoo around one bicep, which was okay, but I didn’t love the replica of his badge on the other. I liked that his profile was right to the point.

A divorce had left Carlos with no desire to get into another relationship, but he still wanted sex and he thought married women would be good because there were no strings there—no attachments. He wanted a regular thing with someone, if possible, but no relationship. I could respect that. In his message he said it sounded like we were looking for the same thing, which was true. “Diana” claimed to be in a boring marriage she didn’t want to leave and was looking for excitement. I almost asked Carlos if he went to bars where married women hung out, like Jay, but I didn’t. They were similar, but not the same. I liked him and showed his profile to Dave. Carlos passed that all-important test and we were off to the races.

As soon as he knew I was interested, Carlos became flirty. He also asked for another picture, a special  request. I told him that was crazy, that I didn’t even know him, but he said that if I sent a picture he specifically asked for he would know my other pictures weren’t fake. I countered with a request of my own, but that did not deter him. The next day I received a selfie of Carlos wearing nothing but his tactical belt. It was such a silly request I didn’t think he’d ever do it. Now it was my turn.

I didn’t ask my husband first, I just fulfilled Carlos’s request. It was a Sunday afternoon and Dave was in the yard with the kids. I was supposed to be folding laundry, but took a break. I unhooked my bra and slipped it off without removing my t-shirt and then wiggled out of my shorts and panties. Carlos didn’t ask for a completely nude shot, which surprised me. He just wanted to know if I was shaved. I knelt on the bed and faced the mirror over  the dresser. He wanted to see me in bed, too. I rolled up my blue vintage t-shirt, so about half my breasts showed—he strangely did not specify topless—and held up my phone. My dark hair was down, framing my face, the play of afternoon light from the windows made me look good. But I chickened out at the last minute and covered my pussy with three fingers. He couldn’t quite see everything, but I thought he could see enough to make a healthy guess. Taking the dirty picture made my pussy tingle. I texted an unedited version to Dave, but cropped out my head for Carlos’s version. No identifying naughty pictures for strangers! My husband replied right away, and it made me smile:

-
You naughty girl! Wait til I get my hands on you later!

Carlos must have had the AshleyMadison app open, because he also replied quickly. He seemed pleased:

-Can’t be positive if you’re shaved, but damn you’ve got a bangin’ body. I can’t wait to get my hands on you. Your husband is insane if he doesn’t know what he’s got.

My husband knew exactly what he had, which was why he was such a happy man. I shot back a response:

-
Don’t get ahead of yourself. We haven’t even met yet. We might not hit it off.

-
We need to do something about that. Are you free this weekend?

-
I’ll see what I can do.

Dave thought meeting Carlos was a great idea and called the babysitter straight away. I’m not sure why, but I was surprised that Dave never commented on the fact that Carlos was Hispanic. Neither of us are racist, but I’ve never been with a guy who wasn’t white. That wasn’t planned. I’d just never thought about it. I know the interracial angle adds to the kink for a lot of guys, but I guess that wasn’t part of it for my husband—or if it was he kept it to himself. Carlos was going to a fellow officer’s wedding that Saturday and staying downtown. He suggested we meet at the hotel bar after the reception. That was awfully convenient. I agreed to meet him, but said he shouldn’t expect to sweep me right up to his room. He replied to that with a simple,
we’ll see
.

While Dave went to drop the kids at his parents’, I got ready for my date. He would come to the hotel bar on his own. I always like to be sexy for my dates, but since Carlos would be in a suit, I thought I should be more dressed up than usual. I pulled a dress from the closet I’d worn for a client dinner before and posed in front of the mirror. The dress hadn’t been worn in a couple years, but it still fit perfectly. It was a short-sleeved aqua number with a V-neck that fell a few inches above the knee. It was classy, but still sexy. I wouldn’t look like a hooker trawling for johns in the hotel bar. I’d bought the dress when Dave was trying to land a contract with a big developer that I knew I had to impress. The V-neck was not skimpy on the cleavage, the dress clingy, and let’s just say Dave got the contract. I added a thin belt, ivory thigh highs and matching pumps and the outfit was complete. I decided it was a good night to wear my hair down with a wave in it and then did my make-up.

I knew Carlos was not the only person from the wedding staying at that hotel as soon as I walked into the bar. Knowing his friends were going to be around made me nervous and I almost walked right back out the door. There were maybe a dozen guys and their dates at the bar. The guys all had the swagger of cops and looked like they’d been drinking for a while. I wondered if Carlos was drunk too.

I looked around the bar and did not see my husband. I was getting a bad feeling and would have left right then if I hadn’t caught Carlos’s eye. He was in the middle of the group and was the only one still wearing his entire suit. He didn’t know my face, or what I would be wearing, but I guess he knew my body well enough that he seemed to pick me out right away. He was even hotter in person and I felt my nerves melt just a little. I gave him a shy little wave and he broke away from his friends to cross over and envelop me in a huge hug.

“You look a thousand times sexier in person, Diana,” he whispered in my ear.

I knew then I wasn’t leaving.

~~~

Dana was with a large group in the corner when I arrived at the bar. There was more than a dozen of them and they’d taken over a side of the bar and a couple tables. I scanned the group for my wife and found her there in the back, chatting with a guy I recognized as Carlos and a another couple. She sat on a stool and his arm was around her like they’d been dating forever. She was wearing a sexy blue-green dress that she’d worn to impress a client at dinner a few years back. She certainly impressed that night. Her tits hung out of the low-cut neck and my client hadn’t been able to look away. Carlos seemed just as impressed as that guy had been. Picking that dress meant Dana really wanted his attention. She had it. My cock grew in my pants and I stepped to the bar to hide it, while doing my best not to stare.

I watched out of the corner of my eye and was so distracted I missed the bartender asking what I wanted. I ordered a beer.

“Are you looking for someone?” he asked.

“No, not really.”

“It’s just that you look local, that’s all. Not a guest at the hotel, so I thought you might be looking for someone—or some
thing
.”

He kept staring at me oddly until I realized his meaning. He thought I was there looking for a call girl. I immediately looked away from him. I don’t know why I was embarrassed that he thought I was there for a hooker. I mean, wasn’t the real reason I was there way worse? Should I tell him,
No, I’m not looking to get laid. I want my wife to get laid. See that hot brunette over there? That’s her, and I’m hoping she’s going to fuck that muscular guy who’s hanging all over her
. No, I was not going to say that, although it was tempting. If I was going to confess, why not a bartender? He was a perfect stranger. It would be fun to see his reaction. But I didn’t have the balls. He filled the silence.

“See that cool blonde over there?”

The bartender pointed to the other side of the room, where a cool blonde sat on the end of the black leather padded bench that ran the length of the bar, a little round table in front of her. She wore a tight black dress that looked like lace laid over a shorter dress, which meant the lace over her arms and cleavage was see-through. I guessed she was probably around my age, but she had one of those faces where she could be younger. Platinum blonde hair fell in waves around her face. She was stunningly, classically beautiful. It was hard to believe she was a call girl. If she was, she was one of the expensive ones.

“Her name’s Amelia. She’s in here two or three nights a week. I hear she’s pricy, but the word is she’s worth every penny. One guy told me it’s like you’re on a real date,” the bartender said.

I looked her over again. I could imagine she was worth a lot of money, but that just wasn’t my thing. “Sorry, that’s not why I came in, but thanks. I just had a date and I wanted to blow off some steam before I go home,” I said. I don’t know why I felt the urge to explain myself to the bartender. It was a bar and I wanted a drink. Wasn’t that enough?

He noted my wedding ring. “I know how it is. Sometimes you need to unwind before you go home to the wife. Hey, I don’t judge.”

“Uh, thanks.”

Over in the corner, Carlos was very close, whispering something in Dana’s ear. She smiled and nodded. Had he just suggested they go up to his room? She’d probably been here at the bar for over an hour. I didn’t know if Dana thought that was enough
getting to know you
time before going upstairs with him. I did know—from seeing their emails—that she was very into Carlos. I would be surprised if this evening ended with my wife fully dressed. I know I hoped it wouldn’t. The anticipation of Dana going off to be thoroughly fucked by this stud was an uncomfortable high. I liked the feeling, but it left me wanting more. The bartender noticed me staring at Dana.

“I don’t think she’s a pro. She’s hot, she could be, but she doesn’t throw off the vibe,” the bartender said.

“You’re right, she’s hot enough. I bet she’d make some money,” I replied.

I had many fantasies of Dana with other men, but my wife as a call girl was not one I’d considered—until then. I glanced back at the cool blonde and tried to picture Dana sitting there, waiting for a john to pay to take her upstairs. How did it work? Would Dana already have a room there, or would the john have one? I knew my wife would make her johns happy. She would make them feel like they were on a date, just like the blonde.

Dana wouldn’t follow a no kissing rule. I thought about a man finding my wife so hot that he would pay to fuck her and my cock rocked to full hardness. I’d only been at half mast before that, but there it was in my mind; Dana going up to a hotel room with some stranger and her being completely his for the next hour, doing whatever he wanted, doing whatever he demanded. She would be the ultimate sex object. My wife would be more than my personal porn star—she’d truly be my whore. It was so exciting I had to push it out of my head before I lost all focus. Besides, I suspect that might be too far for Dana. I didn’t know how I would even ask something like that.

“I’ve got her pegged for an internet date. She walked in here looking unsure, like she was looking for someone she’d never met before,” the bartender continued.

“Yeah? So I guess that dude is the lucky guy.”

“Looks like it. He came in with all those people from a wedding, so I’m a little surprised he had a blind date meet him here, but maybe he wanted his friends’ opinions on her.”

“I’d give her a thumbs up,” I said enthusiastically.

The bartender nodded. “Yeah, she’s a piece of ass. I bet there’s a decent chance he’ll get her upstairs.”

“Really? I don’t know if she looks like the type to sleep with a guy on the first date.”

“That’s hard to say, but from people watching it seems to me that older women—not that she’s old—seem more confident in their bodies and freer with them. You know, that whole sexual peak thing. I think that’s why so many guys chase cougars.”