Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife (11 page)

“We can afford it,” I assured her.

“I know. It’s not that. I guess I just still thought of what we were doing as fooling around—like some experimental thing. Maybe even just a phase in our marriage. But this place makes it the thing we do know. We’re a
hot wife
couple.” It sounded like she had to force the words out. “We’re those people now.”

“You still don’t ever have to do anything you don’t want to. I don’t want you to think that me setting up this place means you have to keep going if you don’t want to. I just thought you were enjoying yourself.” I circled around the couch and stood by her behind it. “Really, I just thought his would make things easier.”

“I do, and this place does. I mean, yes, I am having a good time and I wasn’t thinking about stopping. And having home turf to bring a guy to makes me feel better. I just feel like this brings everything to the next level, that’s all, and I wasn’t prepared.”

“So you like it?”

“I do, really. It was an awesome idea.” She smiled and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. “You said this solves two problems. What was the other?”

Rather than tell her, I chose to show her. I took a rather complicated looking remote from the coffee table and turned on the flat screen. Once it warmed up, I switched to HDMI 3 and entered a security code. I thought it was important that some guy couldn’t just pick up the remote to check the baseball scores on ESPN and stumble across our private network. A view of the living room from above came up on the screen. The screen displayed my back and Dana in front of me.

“What?” Dana asked, momentarily confused. She began looking around the room, then checked back with the screen, then looked around again, until she located where the camera must be, in the corner of the room. “There’s a camera in here?”

I chuckled. “There’s more than one camera in here, babe. I have five cameras in here alone.”

“I don’t see them.”

Dana stared up at the crown molding, but she was not going to spot the tiny hole for the camera concealed up there. I flicked at buttons on the remote and scrolled through the cameras in the room—every angle was covered. Not every camera was concealed high, either. One was hidden in the frame of the flat screen itself, another in a statue on the bookshelf. I would be able to see virtually anything that happened in that living room.

“Wow, that’s…creepy,” she said slowly. “All of those cameras are completely hidden. There is no way to tell you’re being filmed.”

“That’s sort of the point. It’s like a high tech version of the camera you carry. They have sound too, I just have it turned down so there’s no feedback.”

“I’m guessing there’s cameras in the bedroom, too.”

“Every inch of this apartment is wired for pictures and sound, except for the hall bathroom—and you have to manually turn on the one in the master bath. Also, the master bath has a reinforced steel door, so if something goes wrong you can hide in there.”

“That’s a good idea. And where will you be watching from? I’m assuming you’ll see all this live.”

“I can watch from anywhere. I can be home with the kids while you’re on a date and watch from my iPad at home. I can control all the cameras remotely. But it does record, too.”

“You thought of everything.”

“I hope I did.”

“I guess I really am going to be your own personal porn star now.” Dana said it quietly, like she was testing the idea in her mind, trying it on for  size.

“You shouldn’t think of it like that. I just finally have a way to
be there
without really being there. You are okay with that, aren’t you?”

If she wasn’t, I had to wonder why. Was she doing things with these men I wasn’t privy to? The thought both excited and frightened me. I liked to think I had some control over our situation, some hand in deciding what happened, but that was just an illusion, I realized. Dana could be out there doing anything when I was not there, or the camera was not on. I always knew that, but I didn’t think about it. That only took me to dark places.

“Oh, I’m okay with it. I like to make little movies for you. That’s the best part, knowing you’ll see how bad I am.” An evil smile crept over her red lips. “I like to think I’m your little porn star.”

“You do?”

“Oh, I do. And now you’ll be able to see the whole show. Do you think you’re ready for that? Do you want to see
everything
?”

“Yeah, uh, I think so,” I stammered. The way she looked up at me, with those dark rimmed eyes, made it difficult to think. It only became harder when she began rubbing me through my jeans.

“Your little slutty wife can be quite dirty you know,” she said.

“I know. I’ve seen it.”

“But sometimes I’m so hot that I can’t wait until we get to the bedroom and I can turn the camera on. Sometimes the guys want me so bad that they attack me the second we’re in the door, and I just can’t resist.” Her voice was low, seductive.

“I’ve seen you’re naked sometimes when you turn the camera on.”

Dana pulled my jeans down and went to her knees with them. “But now you’ll see how I got that way. You’re going to see every dirty second.” She fisted my cock and licked the end. “There’s a lot of dick sucking you haven’t seen. Do you like to see me suck dick?”

“Yes,” I gasped. When she sucked my head in between those pretty red lips it was difficult to talk.

I fumbled for the remote, which was balanced on the back of the couch beside me. I switched to the view from the flat screen itself, which was the perfect angle to catch Dana sucking my cock. It was kind of surreal to be watching her blow me on the screen instead of looking down and watching her do it. I couldn’t help but feel I was watching her with some stranger, even though I felt my shaft sliding in and out of her mouth. It was the best of both worlds—not only was I watching my wife perform, but I was also receiving amazing oral.

Dana noticed I was watching the screen instead of her and she looked up to watch herself. Her eyes went wide and I thought she might stop—she’s not a huge fan of watching her videos with me—but instead she started sucking me harder as she stared at herself on the big flat screen. She seemed fascinated to see herself like that in real time. She took me deeper and deeper into her mouth, her tongue working its magic along my shaft.

With the touch of a button, I zoomed in tighter, so all we could really see was her sucking cock. Now it really did seem like she was blowing a stranger because my face was out of the frame. Normally, Dana would be looking up at me while she went down, but now she just kept watching the screen.

The wet pop when she took me out of her mouth sounded impossibly loud in the silent apartment. There was no other sound except for my moans. The flat screen was muted so there wouldn’t be any feedback. Dana gave a long lick up the underside of my shaft and then sucked my balls, watching herself the whole time.

“You like watching me suck these dirty balls, don’t you?” she teased.

“Yesss…”

“I bet you’re pretending I’m doing this to someone else aren’t you?” She knew me so well. When I didn’t answer, she added, “You like it best when I’m down on my knees being a whore.”

“Fuck, yes!”

“You know what I love? I love sucking on shaved balls. I love how they feel in my mouth.”

Now she was driving me crazy, because I knew she was not talking about me. I groom down there, but I don’t think I would ever take it to shaving. She’d mentioned Carlos had shaved balls. Was she thinking of him while she went down on me? It shouldn’t have, but that made me shiver and moan and I braced myself against the couch. She stroked my shaft while she sucked on my balls and she had me at the edge way too quickly. I watched the screen and I was convinced she was with someone else—some stranger she’d picked up at a bar. I told myself Dana was sucking that stranger’s cock because she needed it. And that was about all I could take.

Dana had barely popped me back into her mouth when I exploded. She choked on it at first, and a little cum ran from her lips. But my wife knew what she was doing, and she easily swallowed the rest of my load, moaning with pleasure as she did. She sucked me until I went soft in her mouth then wiped away the bit that escaped with her fingers, and licked those clean. She got to her feet and kissed my cheek.

“You really are too easy, honey,” she said. As she walked back to the master bedroom, she added, “I think this set up could work.”

I couldn’t agree more. And I couldn’t wait until she brought someone “home” so I could try my new toy.

Dave was proud of the little set-up he’d put together, and I have to admit, it was pretty ingenious. He really had thought of everything. It did scare me that he was so into this hot dates thing that he was willing to spend thousands of dollars to make a special place for me to play. I’d meant what I told him back in the apartment—this cemented us into being in this lifestyle in a way he hadn’t been before and I wasn’t entirely sure I was there yet. But I put all that out of my mind because I did have a good time teasing him, and it left me on a high. It was exhilarating to watch myself on that big television. Seeing it like that—while I was doing it—made me feel hot and dirty in a way that watching videos at home with my husband didn’t.

We arrived at the restaurant in good spirits. It felt sexy as we walked into the little Mexican place and noticed a couple of the waiting men looking me over. The one got away with it without his wife noticing, but the other got a shot to the arm for his trouble. Coming from the apartment, I felt like I was sending out some signal that I was available, despite the fact I was there with my husband. It was not supposed to be a hot date night, but it didn’t feel that way—especially when I caught Dave scanning the place, looking for men who could be potential lovers for me. I know that look he gets.

There was a fifteen minute wait for a table and we spent it at the bar. I had a margarita, Dave had a Dos Equis. The bartender was a busty Latina with her glossy black hair pulled back into a long ponytail and I was proud that my husband only had eyes for me. There were a handful of other couples in the bar area, and a group of guys who were sitting in the corner and looking up at the college football game on the television hung in the corner. Dave’s gaze kept going back to them and I knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Are we on a date, or a
date
tonight?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” I could tell Dave knew exactly what I meant.

“I mean, are you out for a nice night with your wife, or are you looking to pimp me out tonight?”

Dave smiled and was about to answer when he was saved by our name being called. He quickly settled the tab and led me into the dining room. He held out my chair, like a proper gentleman, while I sat and then busied himself with the menu. Since he stopped scouting out prospective candidates for my bed, I let it drop.

As soon as our waiter came, I knew the game was back on. He was a tall, handsome young guy named Travis. His thick, black hair brushed his collar and although he was dark complected, he looked more Italian than Mexican. He was dapper in his crisp white shirt and black tie and I’ll admit I gave him more than a passing glance when he approached our table—even if I thought he was way too young to be my plaything. He didn’t even look to be twenty-five years old. It seemed the appreciation was mutual. Travis barely noticed my husband when he arrived at our table and focused entirely on me. I know he was looking at my legs as he walked up, and then he seemed to work his way from my cleavage to my face. He turned on a handsome smile that I’m sure had charmed more than one coed out of her panties. Did he think it would work on me?

“I’d offer to get you guys drinks, but it looks like you’re already taken care of,” Travis said.

“You can bring us another round,” Dave answered. He was enjoying Travis’s focus on me. No, Dave was not a typical husband at all.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I asked.

“Isn’t that what all men do with hot women?” Travis offered. He was a brazen one. I wondered again if I was throwing off some kind of vibe, despite my wedding ring.

“I already married him. He doesn’t have to get me drunk to get lucky,” I said, smiling at Travis’s surprised reaction.

“That’s true. Dana is usually ready. No alcohol required,” Dave added.

I couldn’t help but blush from that comment. It was a bit too far, I thought. When I looked up, Travis was smiling and looked like he was wondering just how ready I was.

“You’re a lucky guy, then, sir.”

“Oh, I know it,” Dave agreed. “If you’re very lucky, you’ll meet someone like my sweet wife.”

The waiter couldn’t possibly know, but I caught the implication in my husband’s words. I knew what he was suggesting. I blushed a deeper crimson. Yes, I can be brazen and flirty when I need to be, when I know I’m out on a hot date, but this was not how we did things. This guy—let’s be honest,
boy
—not only knew I was married, but my husband was sitting right there. There was no cover story here. We just looked like a normal couple that was out for dinner together. I couldn’t believe Dave!

“I have to agree, sir.”

“You can call me Dave. And you never know when your lucky night is going to arrive.”

Travis looked at me again and I could just manage to look him in the eye. “You just have to be ready to seize it when your moment comes along,” he said. “Let me bring you guys those drinks.”

As soon as Travis was gone, I locked in on Dave and hissed, “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m being friendly to our waiter. Is that a crime?” He looked oh-so-pleased with himself.

“Friendly. Right. Let me tell you, whatever it is you’re not trying to do isn’t going to happen.”

“What do you think I’m trying to do?”

“You want me to fuck our waiter!” I struggled to keep my voice low.

“I never said that. Besides, how could I make that happen? I’m not in control of Travis. And he knows you’re a married woman. Why would he think he could?” His feigned innocence was wearing on me.

“Maybe because you’re serving me up on a silver platter?” I had been leaning across the table and I noticed Dave couldn’t keep his eyes out of my cleavage, so I leaned back.

“I was just pointing out what a great, hot wife you are and how Travis would be lucky to meet someone like you.”

“
Hot wife
?”

“Hot as in sexy, Dana. Travis probably doesn’t even know what a
hot wife
is.”

“Just stop it, whatever it is you’re doing or not doing.”

“Here are your drinks,” Travis announced upon his return. I don’t think I’ve ever had such fast drink service in my life. Travis probably couldn’t pick up on exactly what my husband was implying, but he was smart enough to sense something was up. He was paying even more attention to me than before. I bet he thought Dave was one of those guys who loves it when other men drool over his wife—which he is—but our waiter couldn’t possibly guess there was more to it, could he?

“Thank you,” I replied, taking my glass from him.

Travis went on to recite the specials and then gave us a couple minutes to decide on our order.

“See anything you like?” Dave asked as Travis departed. He had caught me checking out Travis’s butt in those tight black pants. I couldn’t help myself. All of these dirty thoughts were coming to mind unbidden. I’d bat one down and another would surface.

“Stop it!”

“I can make up an excuse to get out of here.”

“I said stop it. Besides, what do you think is going to happen? Do you think he is just going to drag me into the storeroom and bend me over a stack of giant rice sacks?”

Dave looked dreamy and I knew he was picturing exactly that. It was a mistake to put ideas into his head. “It sounds to me like I’m not the only one having dirty thoughts.”

“It’s your fault. You started this.” I cracked a tiny smile. “Don’t you dare  think I’ve changed my mind.”

Travis returned to take our orders and I knew he was openly flirting with me. He looked over to check with my husband a couple times, but when he did  and Dave was just smiling, he kept it up. I think Dave and I were both disappointed when someone else brought our entrees, but I was also relieved and tried to project that. What was really the endgame here? I knew what my husband wanted, and sure, part of me wanted it too, but I didn’t see how to realistically turn our dinner into some kind of an encounter with our waiter. But I should never have discounted Dave’s deviousness when he really wants to make something happen. He will find a way.

Dave chose his moment when Travis came over to see how we were making out. He ordered another round of drinks and struck up a conversation. Dave asked if Travis lived in the area, telling him how we’d just moved into the neighborhood.

“We just rented a furnished condo until our place is ready. We haven’t even moved our stuff in there really. We’re out trying to see what’s around,” Dave lied. It slipped so easily off his tongue, and I wondered what it meant that we’d both become such prolific storytellers.

“I think you’ll like it over here. There isn’t the same kind of nightlife as in the city—it’s a lot of young families—but more bars and restaurants are popping up as the area’s becoming more upscale, y’know?” Travis answered. His eyes kept wavering from my husband to my tits as he spoke.

I leaned forward to make it just a little easier for him. I was curious where Dave was going with all of this. I knew there was no way he was just going to invite the waiter home with us so he could fuck me while Dave watched, so there had to be some other plan.

“I think we’ll be happy here once we make some new friends,” Dave said. “Unfortunately, I work a lot and have to be on the road. I have to go in tonight, as-a-matter-of-fact.”

“That sucks, man.” Travis nodded in sympathy. “I’m used to working on Friday night, but I started early. It’s not like I have to go in late.”

“So you get off soon then?”

“In a couple hours.”

I couldn’t shake the feeling that Dave was making a date for me, while I sat there like I was his to barter away. Obviously, I wasn’t opposed to dates, but I was used to handling these things myself. There was a sleazy quality to having my husband do it for me. I liked the independence of finding my own dates.

“And then you’re off to see a girl?” I asked. We’d never actually established that Travis
didn’t
have a girlfriend.

Travis smiled and it warmed me in all the wrong places. If the plan was to resist his charms, I was failing spectacularly. “No, not tonight. No plans yet.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I replied.

Travis was so close I could have reached out to touch his thigh, and I had to resist the urge to. It angered me that my self control was failing and I was falling into my husband’s little trap. Of course I
could
say no—I hadn’t become a nymphomaniac—but I realized I really didn’t want to. If Dave could make something happen it could be fun to go along.

“It’s fun to see where the night can take you. I can usually make plans with just a couple calls,” Travis said.

“You’re smart to leave yourself open,” Dave agreed. “I remember those days.”

“Not too fondly, I hope,” I teased.

“No, not too much.”

The charge in the air was palatable, like right before a heavy thunderstorm moves in, with everyone waiting to see what was going to happen next—who was going to be the first to run out into the storm. But Dave seemed to lose his nerve at the last second, and I didn’t know how to proceed. I felt a little awkward flirting with a live man while my husband sat right there. It was not the same as flirting by text. And Travis was just waiting to see what we would do next. Could he really be sure what he thought was happening was happening?

“Well,” Travis said, drawing out the word, “I need to check my other tables. Enjoy your meal.”

The waiter left and both Dave and I exhaled. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath. Instead of reaching for my fresh drink, I drained my ice water. I needed a clear head. “You really are insane.”

“It seems like I’m only helping you along,” Dave teased. “I know that look you get. You want this guy.”

“
Kid
,” I reminded him.

“It does not seem you’re looking at him like a kid. It’s like the way you and Jana were drooling over Jay the night of the bbq.”

“This guy makes Jay look like a senior citizen.” I did not deny the drooling.

“Nothing’s actually happened yet. We could still easily leave with this all being a fun tease.”

“That’s probably for the best,” I said.

Dave nodded. “But is that what you want, hon?”

I looked down instead of answering. What did I want? That wasn’t the right question—I knew what I wanted. I just didn’t think it was a good idea. This wasn’t how we did it.

My non-answer made Dave smile. For him, it was an answer.

When Travis returned after the meal to see if we needed anything I could tell his hopes were still up. He asked if we wanted dessert, which could have prompted all kinds of responses, but neither Dave or I bit. I did think about real dessert, but I still wondered if I would be undressing for this man later and I declined.

“You never said, do you really live around here?” Dave asked, when Travis brought the check. If anything was going to happen, this had to be the time.

“Yeah. I moved back in with my parents when I finished college in the spring. I’m just crashing there until I figure out my next step.”

I cringed inwardly. I could not fuck a kid who was still living with his parents! If he just graduated college, he was probably twenty-two at the  youngest, maybe twenty-four at the outside. Was I going to add cradle-robber to my increasingly shady sexual resume? And yet, I cannot deny that it was appealing knowing this younger man—that’s how I preferred to think of Travis, instead of kid—had the hots for me. It didn’t even matter that it was probably some kind of silly MILF thing. It still made me feel sexy.