Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife (12 page)

“That’s a good plan. Don’t rush into anything,” Dave commented.

Travis waited for another moment, but when no obvious invitation was forthcoming he told us to have a good night and slinked off. He looked genuinely sad and I wanted to give him a hug at the least. Dave busied himself with signing the credit card slip and then closed the little holder.

“Are you ready to leave?” he asked.

“That’s it?” I was shocked he was ready to just run out of there after everything. Was he ashamed by our behavior?

“Yep, let’s go.”

We stood and Dave placed a hand on the small of my back, propelling me forward as we walked out of the dining room. I didn’t question him until we were back at the truck. He held my door and held out a hand as I stepped up into the big truck. There was no way to avoid giving him a show in that short, tight dress, which I usually didn’t mind, but I was a little annoyed then. Dave climbed in and started the engine.

“That’s it?” I repeated.

He couldn’t keep the poker face going any longer and broke into a huge grin. “What do you mean? You were on the fence. You wanted to be out of there, right?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You did something, didn’t you?”

“You were there with me the whole time. What could I have done? Let’s get going.”

“I know you did something,” I stressed.

“You’re just being paranoid.”

Of course Dave was up to something, because we were not driving home, but going to the new apartment. I pretended not to notice until we arrived. “Hmm, this looks familiar,” I said.

“I just thought we could have a nightcap here instead of going home and relieving the babysitter. Why waste the chance at some alone time?”

It was possible he was being on the up-and-up, but I knew better. He always tries to sound the post innocent when he is up to no good. I followed him up into the apartment and was not surprised to find wine in the refrigerator. It was also stocked with soda and several bottles of water—all goods that would not spoil between visits. Dave offered to pour us both a glass of wine, but I wanted to keep my clear head and instead took a bottle of water. He did not feel the same, and my suspicions only grew when he produced a fifth of Jack Daniels from the cupboard and poured himself a measure over ice. We sat together in the living room, close together on the loveseat. Dave rested his free hand on my bare knee.

“Are you ready to tell me what’s really going on now?” I asked.

Dave caressed my knee and his hand began its journey higher. “I’ll confess, I may have slipped him your special phone number when I paid the bill and told him to call tonight.”

“You did what?”

“He needs a way to get a hold of you when his shift is over.”

“I didn’t even bring it—not that that’s the real issue,” I complained.

Dave reached into his pocket and produced the prepaid phone I’d bought for hot dates. “I grabbed it on the way out.”

“You planned this to be a hot date night from the beginning, didn’t you?” I pushed his hand off my leg, even though it felt really good. I was way too horny from all the night’s possibilities for my own good.

“I didn’t have anything planned, except to bring you here, but I did think that maybe you would be as excited as I was and maybe when we went out things might happen.”

I could see Dave thinking that, but I was not in the mood to give him the benefit of the doubt. “You expect me to believe getting me back here with another man wasn’t your real plan all along? It just all conveniently worked out this way?”

“Well, yeah, as crazy as that sounds.”

“Dave, you’ve really got to check yourself. You’re so into this fantasy—lifestyle—whatever you want to call it, that you’re not thinking clearly. It is not okay for you to manipulate me or set me up. We need to be total partners in this.”

“I get it.”

“I’m serious this time. I don’t want things sprung on me. I don’t want you finding guys for me to fuck. If we’re going to do this, I need to be in charge, unless you have some serious objection about something I want to do.”

“You’ve been perfect so far, Dana.”

“Everything seems to be going okay so far, don’t start throwing monkey wrenches into it.”

“I understand.”

“I thought we were going out for dinner like a normal couple tonight. It feels like we don’t do that anymore.”

“I’m sorry.” He was beginning to look genuinely sorry. He realized he’d crossed a line.

“Aren’t you interested in spending quality time with me anymore, or would you rather just send me out on dates and watch me fuck other men? Is that more exciting than fucking me yourself?”

“Dana, that’s not it at all.” Now he really looked hurt. “This is all so new to me and when I get an idea I want to run with it. I’ve held this in for so long, and now that I’ve let it out it all seems to be exploding out of me at once. I don’t want you to think I don’t want to be with you anymore. You’re still the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. That’s
why
I want to do this with you. I want to see you like that. And I want to touch you, too. I want to make love to you.”

Dave moved closer and replaced his hand on my thigh, but without subtlety this time. He slid it right up between my legs, which I happily opened for him. When he touched my panties they were already wet. He gave me a crocked smile and pressed into my mound. I sighed and closed my eyes. It felt so good to finally be touched.

“Be honest, this isn’t all for me, is it?” he teased.

“I never said I wasn’t having fun tonight. I just don’t want to be manipulated. Ohhh...”

“You also said you wanted a night with just your husband.” His fingers pushed past the edge of my pants, slipped inside me. God, I needed that. He brushed my hair aside and kissed my neck. “Is that still true?”

“I want you, baby,” I moaned.

“But not just me tonight, right? You’re thinking about Travis, the handsome waiter.”

I hadn’t been—for a moment—but now that Dave brought him up, his dark, handsome good looks came to mind. “It wouldn’t be so bad if he was here,” I conceded with a sigh.

Dave pulled my lips to his and we shared a heated kiss. I sucked his tongue into my mouth. I needed him so badly. “We can leave your special phone off and it can just be the two of us, or...”

“Yes.” My moan didn’t really sound like an answer to his question.

“Or maybe Travis would like to come over and play while your hardworking husband is out.”

I gave him the same moan: “Yes.”

He pressed the phone into my hand, his fingers pushed deeper inside me. He curved them to hit my g-spot and I shivered. That man knew just how to touch me. He said, “If you want Travis tonight, turn on the phone, Dana.”

“But it was just supposed to be us tonight,” I whimpered.

“That’s okay, baby. I know you want him, and I want to see you pleasured. And when he’s done I’m going to come back up here and remind you who you really belong to.”

“God, Dave, please fuck me. I need it.”

“Later, Dana. Turn on the phone.”

All of the reasons for why I shouldn’t were still running through my mind as I powered up the phone. Dave kept slowly fingering me, leading me to my orgasm, but keeping me short of it. The phone chirped with several new messages, but none of them were from our waiter—not yet. Instead, it was a series of texts from Carlos. Dave looked at the screen and seemed pleased.

“You’re a popular girl,” he teased.

“That tends to happen when you can’t keep your clothes on,” I giggled. His thumb grazed my clit and I cried his name. I knew this game. My husband was not going to let me come until he was ready. I hoped he didn’t wait long.

“I love that these guys want to fuck my wife so bad. I love they all know how sexy you are.”

“Stop teasing me, please.”

“And you like it too. You love being a tease. You love that they want you.”

“Yes…”

“You love the way they look at you.” His thumb on my clit was almost unbearable.

“I do. And you love them looking at me.” I grabbed his cock through his jeans and he was as hard as I suspected. I tried to pull him out, but I was too gripped by my own passions and settled for rubbing him through his jeans. Soon, Dave was moaning as much as I was.

“I love that you’re not
just
a tease anymore.”

“You love your slutty wife, don’t you, baby?”

“Yesss,” he hissed. “I love to see you fuck.”

“Should I wait for Travis? Carlos wants to fuck me right now. He could come over now.” I knew my cop lover would give me a proper fucking, and that was what I desperately needed. Travis was an unknown.

“What did he say?” I could see Dave was torn. His heart was set on the encounter he’d engineered, but now I was dangling immediate gratification.

“He’s off at nine tonight. He wants me to sneak out and meet up with him. He wants to make me come all night. God, I need that.”

“Do you want Carlos to fuck you?” he asked, his voice thick with lust and a little insecurity. Dave could never quite seem to shake that.

“Yes! He was so good the first time. I’d love it again. Look at his cock.”

Carlos had texted a new picture of himself hard. Seeing that smooth, shaved cock and balls again only made me want him more. Even if I didn’t fuck him then, it would be soon—I knew it. Dave fingered me harder and I tried to imagine it was the cop inside me, but it wasn’t the same.

“He wants to see me naked. He wants to know I’m still interested.”

“Then maybe we should…”

Dave was unable to finish his thought because the phone chimed again, and this time it was the hunky waiter.

-It’s Travis. Is this Dana?

“Answer him,” Dave demanded. It was difficult to text with one trembling hand, but I managed.

-It is. Nice to hear from you

-Did u think u were going 2?

-Wasn’t sure

-Glad you did?

-I am. I was surprised when Dave said he left my number

-Me too. Is he really cool?

I looked at Dave and smiled. I rubbed his cock harder. “Are you cool, baby?”

Dave laughed. “I think I’m the coolest.”

-He is. He just wants me to have fun. He’s not around a lot.

-That’s cool

-You’re okay with it?

I knew guys were horndogs, but I was still surprised that a young guy like Travis might be willing to walk into a situation like this and screw another man’s wife. I guess it was better with permission than without, but how did he know he wasn’t being set up? Travis answered:

-If you guys are, I guess. It’s a new one for me

-What time do you get off?

-10

I was disappointed he didn’t play with that, but I was not inviting him over for his wit.

“You’re going to fuck him, Dana.”

“If he really shows.”

“He wants you. He’ll come over.”

Dave seemed to forget he was just teasing me and brought me over the edge. I cried out and dropped the phone as I briefly lost my mind. The climax throbbed through me and I didn’t think about anything else. My hand kept rubbing Dave—as if on autopilot—and after a gargled cry I felt a warm wet spot spread over his jeans. I hadn’t done that in ages! I laughed and rubbed my sticky fingers on another spot on his jeans.

The phone was on the floor and I retrieved it. I asked Dave for the apartment address and texted it to the young waiter, adding:
Don’t get lost!

I tried to clean up after what Dana did to me, but there wasn’t much I could do. I was a little embarrassed. It was years since I’d made a rookie mistake like coming in my pants. If I’d had any sense I would have whipped it out and put it in her mouth, but I was pretty focused on what we were already doing. All I could think of was that waiter stripping down my wife having his way with her.

In my darker mind I even imagined him bringing a buddy over to help take care of the horny MILF. Dana wasn’t opposed to that sort of thing, obviously, but it had just sort of happened the first time. I didn’t know how she would react to my suggesting it. I wasn’t even sure how I would react to seeing it again. It was pretty surreal the first time.

When I came out of the bathroom, Dana was texting with Carlos. She hadn’t even bothered to fix her dress. He was still the unknown to me. I hadn’t seen his night with my wife, so I didn’t truly know what went on between them. In some ways that was hotter, but it gave me different concerns I didn’t have with other men.

I could tell Dana really had a good time with him and wanted a repeat. That was a good thing, right? I try not to stare at those things, but he did have an impressive cock. It looked threatening the way he had it shaved down and brandished it. I considered shaving my cock too, since Dana liked it so much, but just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’m just not that guy.

I topped off my Jack Daniels and joined Dana on the couch. Her thumbs were flying away on the screen. I’ve never been able to master texting like that and still have one of those old phones with a slide-out keyboard. “What’s Carlos got to say?” I asked.

“He’s just bitching that I’m not available enough.”

“You must have really made an impression.”

“I met him and fucked him in the same night. That’ll generally do it, hon.”

“Don’t downplay how hot you are, Dana. If you weren’t sexy I don’t think he would have been all over you in that bar.”

“That’s true.” She glanced over at me. “You really do love seeing that stuff, don’t you?”

I chuckled. “I don’t know how much clearer I could be. But it was kind of fun to mix it up with that waiter tonight, too. It made me really nervous, but it felt good to push through that. I loved seeing how he looked at you and seeing how you wanted it, but were unsure.”

“How is that hot? You like torturing me?”

“It’s not that. I just thought I saw a little shyness there that I haven’t seen in a while. Don’t get me wrong. I love to see you go for it, but it was nice to see you a little reserved, too.”

“It’s my pleasure to serve.”

“So what are you telling Carlos?”

“How horny I am thinking about his cock and I promise I’ll see him soon. He wants proof.”

“Send him a picture of your pussy. You’re pretty damned wet.”

Dana laughed. “It’s so dirty to have my husband tell me to text a naughty picture to another man.” She spread her legs and held out the camera to snap a picture. Her black panties were still pushed aside and the dress was almost around her waist. She looked like
someone
had been playing with her. Carlos texted back right away.

-Nice. Is that for me?

-If you’re patient you might find out one night next week

-I can be patient, but you’re going to pay for making me wait

“What does that mean?” I asked.

Dana looked away and managed to blush a tiny bit. “He’s just a little dominant, that’s all. He liked to take charge.”

“And you liked that?”

“It was hot. It was different.”

How should I feel about another man dominating my wife? I didn’t really know how far that went, because the video never recorded. Did he tie her down? She didn’t mention anything like that. If she brought him back here, I would see everything next time. I was excited and worried.

“Tell him you’ll see him next week. Make up an excuse to get out,” I said.

“Are you sure? I can tell him I told my husband I’m going out with a girlfriend.”

“Do it, Dana. You can find an excuse to bring him back here, right?”

“I’m sure I’ll think of something. You’ll get your show, baby.”

They set a date for a night the following week and I was so excited I felt like I was going to crawl out of my skin. Not only was I about to see some young guy screw Dana, but she already had her next date lined up. I’d read about wives who went on multiple dates in a week, but I didn’t know if we could—or should—be one of those couples.

It was getting close to the time Travis would be getting off, so Dana told Carlos she had to go and then went into the bathroom to clean up. I was rock hard again and would loved to have taken Dana, but I had to leave that for Travis. I doubted he was into sloppy seconds. Dana came out of the bathroom and looked perfect again—except for one thing.

“I think these are ruined. I should probably leave them off.” She handed me her panties.

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

I stayed with her until Travis texted he was done work. I was concerned he would get cold feet, but he said he would be over soon. I kissed my wife and then slipped out to park my truck around the corner. My laptop was in the truck. Of course I’d done a dry run with the equipment, so I was easily able to log into the camera system over the internet.

Dana sat on the couch and didn’t look nervous at all. Her phone was out again and I wondered if she was back to texting with Carlos. She did seem
really
into him. I was surely in for quite the show next week. Or maybe Travis was sending her a new message. I couldn’t really tell which phone she was using. Dana could just have easily been checking on the babysitter, or texting with Jana.

I’d considered before that Dana had said something to Jana about our activities. It would be natural that she needed someone else to talk to about it. I chatted with a couple guys on the hot wife message board, but as far as I knew Dana had no real outlet to deal with her feelings. It creeped me out to know that Jana might know about my fantasy and thought I was some kind of a pervert, but she’d never given any indication she knew anything. If she did, maybe she didn’t think it was so odd.

Dana had beaten around the bush, implied that Jana wasn’t always faithful, so maybe our friend wished she had a husband who was open to her going out. If I could talk Neil into seeing it my way we could share experiences, even our videos. I could lend them the apartment for Jana’s dates. Jana and Dana could go out looking for men together.

The possibilities were hot, but that’s all they were—possibilities. Nothing I knew about Neil suggested he shared my bizarre fantasies. If Jana was fooling around, he either tolerated it—like the night she threw herself at Jay—or he had no idea. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t mind a go with my wife, but that didn’t mean he wanted Jana sleeping around—unless there was some kind of swapping situation and he was willing to let me fuck Jana for a night with Dana. I would be happy to let Neil fuck Dana, but I was not looking to screw Jana. She’s hot, it’s not that, but I’m really not looking to leverage Dana’s dates into a way to sleep with other women. My sexy wife is all I really want. That was one of Dana’s early concerns, understandably so, but I know I convinced her otherwise. I
could
fuck Jana, I just didn’t think about it. The night Dana was with Shane and Lisa could have easily turned into partner swapping—I know Lisa wanted me—but I wasn’t down with that. I get swinging, and I get why it’s hot, but it’s not the thing that really rocks my world. Watching Dana rocks my world.

Travis coming over right after work turned out to be almost 11:30 at night. I was sure he was going to bale at that point and was ready to text Dana and call it a night. She’d been busy with her phone the entire time, god bless her. She was still only drinking water and I was surprised she didn’t want something stronger to calm her nerves. I remembered when she had to get tipsy to even get ready for a date.

I heard the doorbell and Dana blew me a kiss before going to answer. She must have just been assuming I was watching. It had felt weird to watch her sitting there all that time—voyeuristic in a different way than  watching a sex video. It may sound crazy, but it felt more like spying. It was fascinating, but I probably should have turned the camera off and waited for Travis to show up.

I switched to the hallway cam just in time to see Dana open the door. She was tall enough to kiss his cheek in those heels as she showed him in. I was disappointed he didn’t just grab her right there in the hallway, but he did seem nervous. Dana followed him into the living room and offered him a drink. He said a beer would be great. She got them two.

“This is a nice place,” Travis said, looking around as he nervously paced. He had changed into a tight gray V-neck t-shirt and jeans.

I had a split screen of a couple of the living room cameras up. It was going to take some practice to work out the best way to watch everything. All of the cameras were also being recorded onto a hard drive, so I could go back and pull the video and edit together anything I chose. I really could make my own polished sex videos of Dana. It was tempting, and some of the guys on the message board had been begging for video clips, but so far I had only shared a couple blurred, non-identifying pictures. And Dana would have killed me if she knew about that, but I just couldn’t help myself. I wanted everyone to know how sexy she was.

“Thanks. Like Dave said, we’re not really moved in it. It’s only temporary,” Dana replied.

“You guys are doing another house here, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Where? I know my way around here.”

Dana fumbled for a moment. She had not really thought through a story for tonight. She made up an address, but it sounded false even to me.

“That must be in one of the new developments.” Travis didn’t sound convinced, but he probably didn’t care either. Obviously, Dana and I were not really on the up-and-up.

“Yeah, it is,” she agreed too quickly.

“Dave works nights?”

“Sometimes. It’s not unusual for him to get called in.”

“Is he going to be gone awhile?”

Dana circled around the couch and pressed against him. She fingered his dark hair for a moment and then softly kissed him. I zoomed in and wished it went on longer. My heart pounded. “You don’t have to worry about my husband interrupting us, Travis.”

“When he works late this is what you do?” He still sounded unsure. He didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to sleep with my wife, but he also didn’t want to be set up.

Dana smiled and kissed him again, a bit longer this time. It was sexy to see her seducing Travis. She’d complained he was too young, but now she seemed to be enjoying that.

“Sometimes. I’ll be honest, I’ve never done anything like this before—just picking up a waiter. It makes me a little nervous,” Dana confessed.

“You don’t seem very nervous.” Touché, Travis.

“I guess I’m hiding it well.”

“Better than me, I guess.”

“I understand. This is risky for both of us. You’re afraid my husband is going to jump out of a closet, right?”

Travis chuckled. “Yeah, maybe.”

“You can check the closets, babe.” Dana was good at lightening the mood. It always stung a little to hear her use terms of endearment with other men. Stung in the way I like.

For a second it looked like he might, but then Travis said, “I’ll take your word for it. And you don’t have to be nervous. Your stone fucking hot, girl.”

“Thanks. That’s…sweet.”

“You could probably get some guy to come home with you every night if you wanted to.”

“I don’t know about that. But even if I could, there’s a risk to inviting strange men home to be alone with you. Bad things can happen.”

“That’s true. You have to be careful these days.”

“You could be dangerous,” she suggested.

“Don’t worry. I’m only a little dangerous.” Travis pulled her tight, his hand kneaded her sweet ass. “I’ll try not to bite.”

“It’s okay if you bite a little.”

They were kissing again, but this time they did not stop at one. My wife’s eyes closed and her mouth opened and I could see how much she enjoyed kissing the young waiter. She started with her hands on his chest, but then wrapped her arms around Travis and ran her hands all over his strong back. He turned her—Dana was almost sitting on the back of the couch—and moved between her legs. The tight dress had to ride up to allow him to move closer. Her head tilted back and she moaned softly while he nibbled her neck. Going with hardwood floors was a wise choice. Every little sound was amplified and I could hear it all.

I was electrified. Watching my wife with a lover in real time and seeing it all clearly like that was incredible, but strange. It almost wasn’t real, like I was watching a video of someone else on the internet. I’d spied on her in the backs of cars and listened while she blew someone in a men’s room, but those were imperfect experiences. I was always limited, wanting more. And of course I was used to watching Dana on video, but that had always been some limited view with bad lighting. If they moved, I couldn’t see anything. Now it was all in my control, and I’m not sure I really knew how to feel. What happens when you’re getting everything you want?