Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife (9 page)

“No,” he answered quickly. “No, we don’t have to stop. I was just disappointed, that’s all.”

“Really? I’m a little concerned…”

“Come on, Dana. You don’t want to stop either. I saw you with Carlos. You were so into it.”

“I was,” I answered tentatively. “He was a really good kisser, but…”

Dave started touching me. Massaging my breasts through my tank top until my nipples pressed into his palms. I sighed. His touch always felt so good, I couldn’t help responding to it, no matter how worn out I was. He guided me back toward the bed.

“And then upstairs, you said it was hot?” Dave pulled at my tank top, lifted it over my head. He pushed the loose, little shorts I’d just pulled on to the floor.

“He was so good, baby. I couldn’t believe it.” We kissed and I reached for his prick. I knew I would find him hard. I pulled at his clothes.

“Yeah, he made you feel good, Dana? He made your pussy wet?”

We were on the bed now, touching each other and kissing between the words. I stroked his cock, used my left hand again on purpose, and couldn’t help noticing how different my husband’s cock was from Carlos’s. Dave was a nice size, but I could wrap my fingers around it. It felt different to have my hand in that familiar place instead of where it should never be. I had been so bad and it turned me on so much. As tired as I was, I was still horny. I thought I wouldn’t need sex again for a week, but I was wrong.

“I was so wet. He undressed me, baby, and then he made me come before he undressed. He fingered me the second we were in the room.”

“Jesus, you
were
a whore.”

“Yes, I couldn’t help it. He made me come so easily.”

Dave slid inside me so easily. It hurt a little because I was so sore, but it felt good to be filled again. He slowly rocked his cock in and out of me.

“And he didn’t care that you’re married?”

“He liked it. He likes fucking other men’s wives,” I moaned.

“And you were more than willing.”

“Yes, baby. I let him do everything he wanted. I pretended you were there. I wanted you to see what a good slut I was.”

“Fuck, Dana. I wish I was there. I wish I saw it.”

“I was screaming. He made me come all night…”

“Ohhh…Dana…”

“And when he was done, he just came all over my tits and my face. He covered me with his cum, Dave.”

“Ohhh…shit…Dana…”

Dave did not last very long at all. We made love for a few minutes and then he was coming inside me. I really didn’t mind that I didn’t climax with him. I was so sore and tired I don’t know that I even could have. Just having my husband inside me, being close to him like that, was enough. Our bodies remained tangled together, even after we were done.

“Shit, Dana. I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Dave turned serious. “I really mean it. I know you go out and do this stuff for me, and I love you so much for it. What other woman would do something like this for her husband?”

I wanted to lighten the mood. “It’s my pleasure. Really.” I laughed.

“I’m sorry about tonight. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“I’ll be more careful next time. I’ll find some way to make sure it’s recording.”

“You’re the best, Dana.”

More than a few worries bubbled up at the back of my mind, but I was truly exhausted and I just pushed them down and gave into the darkness.

I needed to chill things out after that night with Carlos. I tried to be understanding about Dave’s outburst, but it really did bother me how he lost it just because the camera didn’t record my hot date with Carlos. I know my husband wasn’t really accusing me of turning off the camera on purpose—really, why would I? I wasn’t sneaking around. He had already seen me with men, multiple times with Zach, so what would I be hiding? After all that, what wouldn’t I want Dave to see?

But honestly, a tiny part of me was relieved—not that I could ever tell my husband that. The sex with Carlos was so intense, I gave myself to him so completely, that I was a little scared Dave wouldn’t have reacted well to it. I knew he wanted to see me enjoy myself, but did he want to see it to that extreme? It also gave me a convenient excuse to keep it to myself that Carlos did not wear a condom. I told myself there was no point in confessing, since the damage was done. And I swore I would never let it happen again. But all of that would be tested when I saw Carlos again. I had promised him and—even if it was dangerous—it was a promise I wanted to keep. Just not yet.

Carlos wanted to see me as soon as possible. He messaged me the next day. Since he knew I was married, I had the useful excuse that he would have to wait until I could get out again. He told me the longer he had to wait the more I would have to make up to him. I promised him I would, and just typing that made me wet. My excitement at seeing Carlos again was part of the reason I put him off. I needed some time to collect myself.

Putting Zach off was not as easy. It wasn’t like I saw him all that often anyway, but after I turned down three different invitations over a couple weeks I noticed his texts became fewer. If he didn’t want to wait that was his choice. And if he did, I would make my absence up to him, too. I began to realize that having three lovers was a lot of work.

I tried to talk to Dave about what happened that night, but he just put me off, insisting everything was fine now. He promised nothing like that would happen again. That did nothing to assuage my fears that he was too deep into this fantasy, but he would not discuss it any deeper than that. When I tried to force the issue, he shut me down. Instead of wanting to stop and assess things, he wanted to charge right ahead.

“I’m just a little worried this is becoming too big a part of our lives,” I told him. It was late one night after the kids were in bed, which was about the only time we had to talk about such things. Talking in code when they were around required too much effort.

“It’s not like you go out every night. You haven’t been out at all in the last few weeks.” Dave had been down in the family room doing god knew what with the iPad and he seemed annoyed by the interruption.

“That’s because I felt weird after that last night.”

“Do you still feel weird?”

“Maybe a little. I don’t know. I have worries.”

“Are you worried about yourself? Is it too much for you?” He managed to sound concerned for my feelings. That was unfair. I knew he was concerned about my feelings, but he was also very interested in making sure we did not stop.

“No, I’m fine. I think.”

“What does that mean? Is there something I should know about?” he asked.

“Really, I’m fine with what I’m doing. It’s fun. I like the way it makes me feel when I go out. I don’t have an problems with that. Although it’s a little different now than when we started. It isn’t just going out and meeting men and seeing what happens.”

“Yeah, that bit’s changed. Have you heard from Zach lately?”

“Not in a few days. Why do you ask?”

“Nothing. Just curious.”

I could tell he wasn’t just curious. “Does it bother you that I keep seeing him? That sort of thing is what I was talking about when I said things have changed. It feels different to go over there and be with him than it does having a one night stand. It’s become like sleeping with someone I know.”

“Are you saying you’re getting attached?” Now Dave really did sound concerned.

“No, not in any meaningful way. I like the time I spend with Zach, and we do talk a little, but it’s still all about the sex. He knows I’m not looking for a boyfriend.” That was mostly the truth. It was
mostly
about sex.

Dave looked relieved, but a little suspicious. “Then what’s the problem.”

“I just want to be sure you’re okay with everything. I know you encouraged me to see Zach again, but I don’t know that you envisioned me seeing him again and again. Especially now that Carlos wants to see me again, too.”

That weird cloud passed over Dave’s face. The one where he seems to be feeling too many things at once. He’d been kind of obsessed with Carlos, making me give him the details over and over again while we made love. Dave never lasted long. It almost felt like not seeing what happened that night was hotter for him than the videos he got.

“I’m okay with whatever you want to do,” he said. Dave took my hand. “If going over to Zach’s house does it for you, then I’m all for it. If you want to see Carlos again, do it. As long as you come home to me and bring me hot stories, or better yet videos, I’m good. I have the sexiest wife on the planet and I want everyone to know it. I love that these guys can’t keep their hands off of you. If there comes a time that seeing Zach becomes a problem, I know you’ll tell me.”

“So you’re okay if I make another date with Carlos?” I was perhaps a little too focused on Carlos, I’ll admit.

“Sure. If your night with him was as hot as you said, why wouldn’t you want an encore. I just don’t want you to stop going on and meeting men. That first seduction is really hot to me.”

“Me too, babe. I’ve still been fielding emails on the website.”

“Good.”

“There’s one other thing. Carlos wants my phone number. We’ve been emailing on the site, but he wants more access to me.”

“He knows you’re married, right?”

“He does. He says I should get a burner phone. Apparently that’s a cop term for one of those pre-paid cell phones.

“That’s probably not a bad idea. And if he wants to see you, make a date.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“Dana, I am sure. How many different ways do I have to say it?”

“I promise I’ll make sure the camera is on next time.”

“I’m working on a solution for that.”

That piqued my interest. “Do tell.”

“I will, when it’s ready. Just trust me.”

I told Dave I did, but I still felt he wasn’t being entirely candid with me. Nothing he said made me feel like my hot dates weren’t becoming too important for him. He actually left me with the opposite feeling. A smart woman might have put the brakes on there, but my husband swore he wanted me to keep going and everything was fine. I might have walked away if I wasn’t having so much fun, but just thinking about another date with Carlos made me wet.

~~~

The very next morning,  I got the kids off to school, went for my run, and after a shower I ran out and bought a pre-paid smartphone.  I had more errands to take care of, but I couldn’t help myself and drove straight home to activate it. I had Carlos’s number and the first thing I did with the phone was to send him a nude photo of myself lying on the bed—without my face, of course. I knew he must be working, but he answered me right back. I was impressed he knew it was me.

-
I know what you look like now, Di. No reason to hide your face

-I have plenty of reasons not to send out naked pics with my face on them

-U can trust me. I’m the police

-Shouldn’t you be out protecting and serving?

-Give me inspiration. Let me see that sweet ass

I went to the full length mirror in my walk-in closet and took a photo of my butt for him. It felt awkward because I’ve never been a huge fan of my butt, despite the compliments I’ve received on it. Carlos replied to the photo:

-Perfect. Play with yourself now

-Don’t push your luck

I was not about to go that far. It felt naughty and hot sending him the pictures, but I wasn’t ready to send him anything more explicit. It didn’t surprise me that he asked, though. His emails about what he planned to do to me were very detailed.

-Does this mean I’m going to see u again soon?

-Working on it. Hubby has poker night soon

-Can’t wait

I could have teased Carlos all morning, but I had things to do. I’d stopped working full time when Dave’s business really took off, becoming a stay-at-home mom. I still helped with the paperwork for his business, and taking care of the house took time, but I’d been a little out of sorts since the kids started school a couple years ago.  Since I’d gone online looking for hot dates, maintaining my hot wife lifestyle had become something of a hobby. What a strange hobby for a nice housewife and mom from the suburbs!

I paused while dressing and sent Carlos one more photo—posed in front of the mirror in bra and panties. It was a sexy, lacy sea-green Victoria’s Secret set that my husband really loved. I threw on a top and short yoga pants and ran out the door.

The morning passed quickly and I barely arrived on time at the Applebee’s near Jana’s office to meet her for lunch. She was already in a booth with a martini in front of her when I dropped into the other side.

“Starting a little early, aren’t we?” I asked.

“It’s been one of those mornings. I’m ready to chuck it all and stay at home like you,” she said.

“It’s not all fun and games.”

“I don’t know. I picture us sitting around the pool everyday drinking a pitcher of margaritas.”

“There’s time for some of that,” I admitted, though that wasn’t much fun by myself. The waitress came and I ordered white wine. I could have a glass and still drive.

“At least you don’t have to wear heels every day.” Jana was dressed like a typical office warrior, dark skirt suit with a white shell underneath and heels—except that her suit was tailored to show off her curves and the heels were about two inches higher than was probably appropriate for the office. She said it helped the promotions come faster, and I didn’t doubt it.

“I like heels,” I replied, wiggling my toes in my flip-flops.

“That’s because you hardly ever have to wear them.”

“You have a point. I don’t miss dressing for work every day.”

“And look at you. You’re just out running around, but you look adorable.”

“Stop it.”

“I’m just saying, I bet all the bag boys offer to carry your things at the supermarket.”

“Really, you’re starting to embarrass me.”

“You blush way too easily, hon,” Jana said. “You should enjoy the attention while you have it. Girls like us have what, another good ten years?”

“I’m not ready to be put out to pasture yet.” It was funny how Jana lumped us together, considering she was more than five years older than me. I loved my friend, but I hoped when I hit 40 I wasn’t as obsessed with holding onto my youth as she was. “And you don’t look like you’re ready for the glue factory either.”

“But it takes so much more work to hold onto now.”

I laughed. “Work you enjoy.”

“What are you implying?”

“We both know what I’m implying, you tramp. How’s AJ, anyway? Been working your glutes?”

Jana had the grace to look embarrassed, but only for a second. “I wouldn’t know. It’s been a while. I need to make an appointment.”

AJ was the personal trainer Jana had an on-and-off fling with. It wasn’t more than a few times a year, as far as I knew—mostly when Jana needed the ego boost. I guess AJ was a man like Carlos, who was happy to take advantage when the chance presented itself. When Jana had first told me about her trainer a couple years earlier I’d been scandalized. You never think one of your friends is the type to cheat—no matter how much of a shameless flirt they may be.

“Do you think Neil has any clue?” I asked.

“About AJ? Absolutely not. I’m very careful, and it’s not like I’m sneaking out to see someone a couples times a week. You know I just sort of indulge myself with AJ when I need a particular itch scratched. I wouldn’t even call it an affair.”

“But if he did, how do you think he would react?”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t be happy. How would any husband react to an affair?” Jana seemed baffled by my question. “Do you think Dave would be dancing in the street if you cheated?”

If only you knew
, I thought. “I don’t know. Some guys are kind of happy to be relieved of the burden of dealing with their wives.”

“I guess, but Neil is not one of those men, and I doubt Dave is either. Are you trying to tell me something? Dana, you little slut, are you fucking someone?” Jana looked very amused by the prospect and drank nearly all of her martini. I was sorry to burst her bubble.

“No, I’m not trying to admit to an affair. The guilt would eat me up. I don’t think I could screw around behind Dave’s back.” My choice of words was deliberate. “I was just thinking that if AJ gives you a pressure release now and then and you’re not going to run away with him, should Neil mind?”