Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife Page 6

  Jana was staring at him like he was a god. I know she was imagining him making her feel dirty. I know it because I was imagining much the same thing. She touched his arm, and asked, “But they aren’t all divorced?”

  “No, they aren’t. I think the married ones are crazier because they don’t really have that freedom. They’ve been with the same guy, doing the same thing, for years and there’s no end in sight. They probably have a couple divorced friends telling them how they’re getting laid every night. These women have kept themselves in shape, but maybe their husbands haven’t, and they just don’t feel appreciated. They’re looking for someone to make them feel hot. They want to feel dirty too, in a way they could never feel with their husbands.”

  “Do you think their husbands have any idea what they’re up to?” Dave asked. Of course he asked that.

  “I can’t imagine,” Jay answered. “Or if they do, they’ve just decided to let it go. They’re probably cheating too.”

  “And these women don’t feel guilty?” Jana asked. She was hanging on his every word. I love my friend, but I could see her out at some bar, all dressed up and hoping to meet a guy like Jay. It didn’t mean she didn’t love Neil, but she loves attention. Not that I had any room to talk.

  “We don’t talk about that sort of thing. We don’t usually talk about much, especially afterward. They just grab their things and go.”

  I couldn’t help but feel Jay was describing me on a hot date—all dressed up to meet a guy, small talk and flirting, then going somewhere private if we hit it off. We fool around, and I take off right afterward. Knowing what Jay liked only made me more paranoid that my husband had brought him home for me.

  “Don’t you feel guilty?” Neil asked, judgment in his tone. “You could be ruining families. You’re fucking other men’s wives.”

  “It’s not like I would fuck a buddy’s wife behind his back or anything like that. There’s a line. And it’s not like I’m going out intending to bang a married woman, but if she’s throwing it out there, and she’s hot, I’m not going to say no. If it isn’t me, it’s going to be somebody else, right? I don’t have affairs with these chicks, and probably, their husbands are never going to find out.”

  The tension in the pool was palpable. Neil did not look satisfied with Jay’s answer, but that made sense given the way his wife was cozying up to the hot construction worker. Jana was floating on her back in the middle of all of us, but right in front of Jay, so her entire body was laid out for him. Jay looked at her, of course, but I was pleased that his eyes kept flicking over at me, too. Unlike Neil, my husband didn’t mind that attention at all.

  Dave changed the subject to ease the tension. Perhaps he felt he’d accomplished his goal, whatever that was. He asked what the guys thought of the Patriots’ chances in the fall and the subject of horny, untamed cougars was dropped. Except, I know it was still on my mind, and probably Dave’s too. Jana didn’t push it any further and soon it was time for everyone to go home.

  Our neighbors would come over early to get their kids, so we didn’t want to make it too late of a night. Neil and Jana gathered their stuff and I saw them to the gate to say goodnight. Dave waved his goodbyes and took Jay inside to dry off and change back into his clothes. Neil gave me a hearty hug at the gate, and came dangerously close to grabbing my ass. I let it go because I knew it was due to Jana’s flirting, and I was pretty horny anyway, and it felt good. I may have even rubbed my wet, bikini-clad body against him just to tease. I could almost picture the charged, angry sex they would be having when they got home.

  I patted myself dry with a towel and walked into the house to find Jay walking out of our downstairs bathroom and Dave nowhere in sight. Jay carried the board shorts and his wet underwear.

  “Oh, hey, what do you want me to do with these?” he asked, holding out Dave’s shorts.

  “Here, I’ll take them.”

  I took the shorts and almost grabbed his underwear too. He followed me through to the laundry room, where I threw the shorts into a basket, and when I turned around I ran right into him. He instinctively held my arms and for an electrifying second we were pressed together. He felt like solid granite under those clothes and it made my heart pound to know he felt as good as he looked. I’d always been able to appreciate a good looking guy, but it was different now that I had permission to play with them as I wished.

  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 ho
w 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.”

  five

  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 of
f 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.