Seven Dates: A Different Kind of Hotwife (9 page)

Amber nodded in Tanner’s direction. The new girl climbed in his lap.

“I’m Riley.”

“Tanner,” he replied.

“That’s a sexy name,” she cooed.

I looked back to see Amber and Joanie giggling together. They’d gone right back to where they were. I saw Jas beginning to head in my direction. I shook my head.
Not yet.
I hoped she got the message and didn’t see it as a dismissal.

“I think I’m in love,” Tanner said. His hands slid over Riley’s slender thighs.

“Love can wait.”

“Nah uh,” he moaned.

This was moving a little faster than I’d hoped. I wanted him a little drunker, sloppier. Still it was promising to see him so smitten. Not surprising, but promising. Riley had that weird slutty innocence about her that most men find irresistible. I had to move fast.

I ordered a third bottle of champagne. “Fuck it. You celebrate. I’ll drown mine. You’re right, you can make it up to me on some other deal.”

He smiled at me, but he wasn’t really listening. All he cared about was that I seemed to be done yammering at him.

When the champagne arrived, I stood and dug into my pocket for a tip. I gave a couple of twenties to the waitress. Tanner was still focused on Riley. I fumbled with my own phone and send an email to his work account. Marked urgent from a dummy Gmail account I’d set up last night, with the name of one of the partners in his firm. I wasn’t sure it would get through to him.

Sure enough his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw the alert. With a glass of champagne in one hand and a girl perched in his lap, he held the phone out and typed in a password. It was too fast to catch all of it, but he definitely started up with three quick presses of a number in the top row, then finishing off near the bottom. Seven. Eight. Maybe nine characters.

I went through the list of password ideas I’d come up with. 1-2-3… ABCDEF… CAB… CABOT1999. His high school and graduate date. BINGO.

He scowled at the phone when he pulled up an empty message, but Riley blowing in his ear got him back into the moment.

“So, we gonna party?” he bellowed.

“You’re an asshole Tanner. I don’t even have a girl with me.”

“That your problem.”

“Yeah, it is,” I acknowledged. “Alright, how about you four get a private room, and I’ll come on back later once Jas returns?”

Amber and Riley were quickly to their feet, pulling their respective “dates” out of their seats.

“VIP room?” Amber asked, eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, and get more champagne,” I replied.

“Yes sir.” I saw her hand tighten on my wife’s. “Come on, baby, we’re going to have some fun.”

Even in the dark light of the club I could see Joanie redden. And yet, I knew she wanted it as much as Tanner, who was virtually drooling. I just hoped my wife would remember she had an assignment.

I watched the foursome disappear into the back. I cast my glance back around the club. I almost panicked when I couldn’t find Jas. I needed her to recover the phone after Joanie stole it, but if she’d gone back with another customer, I was fucked. I mean, I could find a way back there, but…

… and then I spotted her, eyeing me skeptically from a dark corner behind the bar. I nodded in her direction and smiled.

She approached me.

“What game are you up to?”

“I need your help.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s a long, long story.”

She rolled her eyes. “I bet.”

“I need a favor.”

“Yeah, how’d I know you’d say that.”

“It’s for a good cause.”

“Whatever,” she replied, wary and a little annoyed at what seemed to be a game I was playing.

“Look, could you go into the back and check in with my wife? Make sure she’s doing okay?”

“Why don’t we just go back there and join them?”

“It’ll freak her out if I’m there.”

“She really your wife?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“And the other guy?”

“Hard to explain. We work together. Look, I know this is weird, and –”

She cut me off, “Baby, you don’t know from weird until you’ve worked in a place like this.”

I laughed. “I bet…. So?”

She hesitated and looked around. She took my hand. “Okay, come on, real quick.”

“What? Huh?” I said as she began dragging me toward the back. “I don’t want my wife –“

“To see you. I know. Trust me.”

She led me up a narrow flight of stairs and then along the balcony overlooking the club. I could see the VIP rooms ahead, dark mirrored glass allowing those inside to look out on the club without being seen from the floor. But before we reached the doors to those rooms, she dragged me behind a thick curtain and hustled me through a narrow black door.

We were in a darkened, narrow hallway.

“Where are we?”

“Shh. Quiet.”

She led me about twenty feet forward, and then we turned right into a second narrow passage. My eyes had started to adjust to the very, very faint red tinged darkness. Up ahead, to my right, the wall itself seemed to be illuminated. As we approached, I realized it was a window, looking into one of the VIP rooms. Just as they could look out onto the club without being seen, we could see in without being noticed.

“What’s this for?” I whispered.

“In case they need to keep an eye on a party,” she replied softly. “Get a lot of shady dudes through here.”

I was casting about for a jokey response, when I peered into the room and got an eyeful.

Joanie and Tanner were sitting at opposite sides of an ornate, plush canapé. Amber and Riley had both stripped down to their thongs and nothing else. Amber was astride my wife. She seemed to be nibbling on Joanie’s ear and had both hands up under her shirt, obviously playing with my wife’s full breasts. It was a super sexy scene, and it was a little funny watching Tanner having trouble figuring out whether he should be looking at Riley’s tight little ass gyrating in his lap or the two women getting it on just a few feet away.

Amber settled the debate decisively when she leaned back and swiftly pulled my wife’s shirt over her head. As I’d suspected, the little blond had already unsnapped Joanie’s bra, so it was a simple matter for her to yank it off, leaving my wife completely topless. Joanie looked over at Tanner, embarrassed at being exposed to him, but also seemingly helpless before Amber’s lusty assault.

“Holy shit!” Tanner exclaimed as he caught of glimpse of my wife’s tits.

He didn’t have much time to admire them before Amber dived back in, audibly motorboating Joanie’s big boobs before sucking one erect nipple after the other into her mouth.

I realized why Jas had shushed me. Though we were on the other side of glass and there was music playing, we could still hear into the room. It was muffled, but full-throated conversation was audible.

As Amber continued to lick and fondle Joanie’s breasts, she reached down with her other hand and began unbuttoning my wife’s jeans. Joanie ineffectually tried to push her away, but the blond stripper was persistent. She peeled open her jeans and thrust her hand down the front of my Joanie’s sexy panties. My wife gasped and Amber smiled triumphantly.
Got you, you little slut.

“Is she wet?” Tanner groaned.

Amber molested my wife a few moments longer and then leaned toward him. “Taste,” she growled as she thrust two fingers into his mouth.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Tanner was tasting my wife’s pussy on another woman’s fingers. That small VIP room seemed about ready to combust. Before retreating, Amber and Riley kissed, just inches from Tanner’s face. Then suddenly Amber launched herself back toward my wife. Her hand disappearing again into her panties, and the two women now kissing wetly, passionately.

Beside me, I could hear Jas breathing hard. “Your wife likes girls.”

“I guess so,” I admitted.

“Her first time?”

I nodded.

“Fuck that’s hot.”

I nodded again. It was.

Tanner benefitted from Riley’s excitement at watching her friend play with my wife. I’d noticed her twice before defecting his hands as he tried to reach under her thong, but now she seemed to relent. His fingertip curled beneath the thin fabric at her crotch and slipped inside her.

With Tanner fingerbanging Riley and Amber doing the same to Joanie, the two couples writhed beside each other on the sofa. Then the blonde escalated things again. Dropping to her knees on the floor, she jerked down my wife’s jeans. Joanie’s desperate grasp managed to save her panties, but she couldn’t keep Amber from stripping her pants clean off. Or maybe she didn’t want to. Her protest when Amber lowered her head into my wife’s lap was perfunctory at best.

Tanner was now jamming two fingers into Riley’s tight little box as she humped his hand, but her moans didn’t come close to those of my wife who was squirming as Amber ate her through her sheer panties. For a few long moments, Joanie just seemed to relish it, lying back, eyes closed, her hands running through Amber’s blond hair.

Then she shuddered, and I don’t know if she came or just came to her senses. But either way, she looked over at Tanner cagily.

“Why is he the only one with his clothes on?” she asked.

Tanner shrugged and the two strippers ignored her. Joanie took the bull by the horns. Flopping over to the side, with Amber twisting to remain between her legs, my wife tugged at Tanner’s pants.

“I want to see his cock,” she demanded.

Tanner was eager to help out. He fumbled with his belt and zipper and raised his ass off the sofa. Riley moved to help out. Squirming away from Tanner’s grasp, she took a hold of his left pant leg even as my wife yanked on the right. His boxers came along for the ride and all bunched up at his ankles. Joanie fumbled down there for a few moments, and I nearly cheered as I saw her extract his phone and stash it beneath the sofa cushions.

I leaned down to Jas, whose own hand had disappeared into her thong. “Now.”

She looked up at me, glassy eyed.

“I need you to go check on my wife.”

She chuckled. “Baby, trust me, she is more than okay.”

“I know. But she has something for me. Please?”

Jas shook her head. “I don’t know what you guys are up to, but…”

“Think of it as a practical joke. Just please. Pop in, get close and ask her if she’s okay.”

She sighed. “Okay.”

She walked slowly along the corridor. I looked back into the room. Joanie had asked to see Tanner’s cock, so I guess she didn’t have any choice but to pay attention to it. Still, it was galling to see his smug grin as he looked down to watch Riley and my wife, face to face on either side of his prick, slowly stroking and discussing his hard on. I was grateful that he didn’t seem bigger than me, but somehow his average size seemed less important than the fact that my wife was inches away from it.

The door of the VIP room opened, and all of them jerked to cover up. They relaxed when they saw it was only Jas.

“Join the party,” Amber cooed from between my wife’s legs.

“Her hubby sent me to check up on her. She seems, uh, to be okay?”

Jas leaned down toward my wife, peering at her curiously.

“Tell him I got it all under control,” Tanner preened.

“I’m fine. We’ll be just a bit longer,” Joanie replied, pressing something into Jas’ hand.

Jas nodded silently and hid the phone against her thigh. “Okay, I’ll tell him.”

“Have them send another bottle of champagne,” Tanner bellowed as the door shut.

I waited anxiously for Jas to return. Back in the room, Tanner seemed eager to restore the mood. He reached out and palmed the back of my wife’s head.

“I think you were in the middle of admiring a real man,” he chimed as he pulled her back toward his lap.

Joanie gave him a exasperated glare, but Amber gave him an assist by shoving my wife forward so that she fell flat on the sofa, her head in his lap. Joanie turned her head toward Amber, but her protest was cut short as the blond again descended on her, spreading her ass cheeks wide and tonguing her vigorously from behind. I couldn’t tell if she was licking my wife’s ass or pussy, but either way, it seemed to put Joanie in a compliant mood.

She returned her attention to Tanner’s rod, twitching proudly at attention. She stroked him up and down several times, even as he tried to thrust it into her mouth. Luckily Riley now joined Joanie with her face in his lap, and my wife seemingly trying to avoid sucking him off eagerly took up the distraction of kissing Riley wetly on the mouth.

“Erm?”

I startled at the sound beside me. Jas with the phone. She handed into me and as I stepped away from the glass, she took up my spot. Her hand again snaked into her thong and she began swaying gently to the barely audible bass coming from the main floor.

I took a deep breath, swiped Tanner’s phone, and inputted the password I’d guessed. CABOT1999… and holy shit, it worked. I shook my head in shock. Dumb, brilliant luck.

I opened the email app and was pleased to see I didn’t need another password to access his work account. I wasn’t too surprised about that. I knew the lazy bastard would have the minimum security in place. I quickly composed the email to Charlie. Short, sweet, solicitous, and to the point. So un-Tanner-like that Charlie would have no choice but to accept that he and I were in cahoots. I sent the email then went into his sent-mail folder and dumped it in the trash. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice.

“Um, you might want to see this,” Jas breathed.

I almost put the phone down immediately, except, as I’d gone into his email I’d noticed… something. I went back into his inbox. And there it was. A conversation thread with Alejandro Espinosa. Five emails. I read them over quickly. The bastard had been negotiating with XCOSA for days now. He hadn’t bought my Marseilles diversion for a second. There were a bunch of documents attached, but I couldn’t read them on the small screen. I was tempted to forward them to myself, but couldn’t figure out a way to do that without him finding out. The last email confirmed a meeting. Tanner was flying Alejandro up Tuesday morning. No wonder Alejandro hadn’t responded to my call. He was finalizing a deal already.