Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife Page 7

  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 something.”

  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.”

  “How about you? Do you like the cougars?” I asked. He looked to be somewhere in his mid-20s.

  “When they look like her,
hell yeah.”

  The picture of Dana and this bartender together sprang into my mind. I saw him leading her through the door behind the bar, back into the storeroom, and pushing her up against cases of beer and liquor while they kissed. She might try to go to her knees in that dirty storeroom, but the bartender would probably need it to be a quickie so he would just bend her over some boxes and hike up her skirt. And then I pictured my wife doing the walk of shame out of that backroom, her dress barely straightened. Yeah, that would be hot.

  “So you think he’s going to get lucky tonight?”

  “There’s a good chance,” the bartender said. “The way they’ve been drinking over there, it doesn’t seem like she’s holding back to keep her wits about her. It’s almost like she’s made the decision and she needs some liquid courage to follow through on it.”

  “I think I’ll hang around a bit and see what happens.”

  A bit turned out to be a couple more hours. I was drinking water by that point because I didn’t want to have to drive home drunk, and it looked like Dana had slowed her drinking too. She was obviously having a good time and I wondered what the holdup was. It was well after midnight and if she wasn’t going to go up to his room I would have thought she’d have left by then. When Carlos’s friends started to drift away I figured out my wife’s game. She didn’t want his crowd to see her go to his room, so she was trying to wait them out. It made sense, but it would have been hot to see Dana led away while Carlos’s friends made snide comments about his fucking her.

  Dana put all that time to good use teasing me. That woman knows what gets me going. After she realized I was there, I noticed her snuggling closer to Carlos and playing up her attraction. His hands were all over her and she seemed to encourage it with her body language. It was after the group shared a shot that Carlos leaned in and kissed her. I loved that Dana didn’t hesitate, but closed her eyes, tilted her head just so, and accepted his kiss like she’d been waiting all night for it. She placed her hand on the side of his face in that affectionate way she always did with me when we kissed. That caused the jealousy to spike in me, which only made me harder. I’d been hard off and on for so long by then that I was getting a serious case of blue balls. I don’t think they kissed for more than a few seconds, but it was enough to prime my pump. I wanted my wife to leave with him.

  Once the ice was broken they kissed here and there, really behaving like they were dating. And by the end of the night, they were making out beside the bar. Only a couple of Carlos’s friends were left, another couple and a single woman. Those three were talking amongst themselves while Dana and Carlos were back in the corner, making out like teenagers. She sat on a stool and he stood in front of her.

  Their deep kisses seemed to last forever and Carlos’s hands caressed her here and there, only just stopping short of groping her there in public. I was a little surprised the bartender didn’t say anything, but he seemed as interested in their little display as I was. They finally came up for air and Carlos whispered something to Dana, which she answered with just a little nod. He called the bartender over and settled his tab.

  Dana looked over at me and smiled while Carlos was distracted. It was the first time she’d looked toward me in a while. It was like she’d been so involved with Carlos that she’d forgotten I was even there. That burned a bit. She didn’t look very drunk, but her eyes were full of lust. I could see how much she wanted her new friend. That look gripped my heart for just a moment, threatening to seize it. Just that one little look was as much of a thrill as seeing her with a mouthful of another man’s cock. Carlos finished with the bartender, said his goodbyes, and took Dana’s hand. I watched him lead my wife up to his hotel room to fuck her.

  The bartender came over to me and said, “Now that was an interesting twist.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I noticed that chick was wearing a wedding ring.”

  I pretended to be surprised. “Really? So I guess it wasn’t a date after all.”

  “No, I think it was a date. I told you she had that look. I’m sure those two never met before tonight. And he wasn’t wearing a ring. I think she was just stepping out on her old man.”

  “Hmm.”

  The bartender regarded me for a long moment. “I wonder if he has any idea what his wife is up to. Her husband I mean.”

  “You think he might? Poor bastard.” I hoped I sounded suitably shocked.

  “I don’t know. Some guys don’t care. They’re just happy to have the wife out of their hair, you know? And some guys even like it. They get off on that sort of thing.” He stared at me.

  “That sounds…weird.”

  “You ready for your check?” he asked.

  “Yes, please.”

  I didn’t like what the bartender seemed to have decided about me and I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I was ready to rush home and wait for my well-used wife and her juicy video.

  six

  My stomach was full of butterflies as Carlos led me through the lobby toward the bank of elevators. I caught my reflection in the shiny elevator doors and I looked flushed and a little disheveled. I could see how my hair was mussed from Carlos running his fingers through it while we kissed at the bar. His hand was on my ass now and I was glad the lobby was almost empty. He pulled my lips to his and we kissed out there in the open. He was such a good kisser and I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted Carlos so badly.

  I’d had a lot of experience kissing men by then and while I thought Zach was very good, Carlos’s kiss was hotter. There was a possessiveness to Carlos’s kiss that made my toes curl. The elevator dinged and we reluctantly broke our kiss to board it. Just as the door slid closed, I saw Dave on the other side of the lobby watching us. His expression concerned and inflamed me. His eyes were narrowed like he was worried, but he also looked desperately turned on, like he wanted to follow us and watch more than anything.

  Carlos pinned me against the back of the elevator and nuzzled me. I moaned when he sucked on my ear, but pushed at his hand when he tried pulling my dress up. “You know they have cameras in these things,” I warned.

  “Of course I know. I’m a cop, remember?” He sounded amused. “These poor security guards deserve a show. They don’t make that much money.”

  He pulled at the hem of my dress and I forced myself to let him. These shows were supposed to be for my husband, not some anonymous security guard, but performing for Dave had fanned that exhibitionist spark in me to full flame. Knowing that someone might be watching—and getting hard—while Carlos mauled me in the elevator was exciting. I knew Dave would love knowing that other guys were watching me like that. Carlos rubbed me, plastering my silky panties to my damp mound, and I moaned deeply.

  The doors popped open and I pushed Carlos backward into the hallway. I eagerly started one way down the hallway, but he pulled me back the other way. I didn’t know where his room was. He was so excited that he fumbled with the card in the reader on the door.

  Together, we pushed the door open and stumbled down the little hall to where the room opened up. There was nothing impressive about the room—it was a king bed, dresser, a little table in the corner with chairs. I could imagine my husband sitting in that corner, watching from the shadows as Carlos ravished me. It reminded me to start the camera and I pushed Carlos off long enough to put my little clutch purse down in the table, with the hidden camera just beside it. It was pointed perfectly at the bed.

  Carlos held my face in both hands and kissed me deeply. It was a way to show I was his, and I loved it. His power gave me the chills. I pushed his jacket off and pulled at his tie. He turned me to find my zipper, but that dress unzipped at the side. I guided his hand down. He pulled my hair aside and nibble on my neck while slowing working the zipper. We faced the camera, giving my husband a perfect view. I still pretended he was sitting there and could almost see the intense look on his face, urging me on.

  The dress dropped to the floor and Carlos’s hands swept
over my body. My lingerie was black, silky and skimpy. The bra pressed my tits up, creating the wonderful cleavage for the dress, and the thong panties only covered the bare minimum, so as to leave no lines. Carlos was not shy. He shoved a hand right down my panties and cupped my smooth pussy. I gasped and melted back against him. Fingers curled up inside me and I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all.

  Guys in a car kind of went right for it, or if we were making out in some other odd place, like an alley behind a bar, but in a situation like this they seemed to take more time. Carlos did not dawdle. He slowly worked those fingers in and out of me, pressing onto my clit, and already I was moaning out of control and shaking as I felt an orgasm coming on. I rubbed my body back against his like an aggressive cat. And this was all facing the camera, almost like Carlos knew my husband was there watching us.

  “You’re hot for it, aren’t you Diana?” he hissed in my ear.

  I nodded.

  “You need to come already.”

  I nodded again, but he demanded I speak.

  “Say it.”

  “I need to come, baby. Please make me come.” I loved the way he made me say it.

  “I’m gonna make you come now, and then I’ll really make you scream.”

  “Ohhh…god…”

  Carlos’s one arm wrapped around me, pinning me tightly to him, and his other hand kept busy on my pussy. It only took a couple more moments before he fulfilled his promise and I was coming. I cried out and bucked in his tight grasp, but he held me fast. I could tell I would not be free until he was ready to release me, and that only made me hotter. I soaked his fingers and my thong and I could hear his fingers moving inside me. Carlos didn’t let go until I began to breathe normally.