Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife (13 page)

The back of Dana’s dress was unzipped and Travis was pulling it down when she suggested they go to the bedroom. He only hesitated a moment before agreeing. I bought up a cross section of the bedroom cameras and waited for them to come into view—glad she’d left all the lights on.

Dana led Travis by the hand and turned to start kissing him again when they reached the foot of the bed. The big, king-sized mattress towered over the footboard and she pushed him against it. I’d chose a big bed that would be able to handle a lot of action. She pulled on his t-shirt and it was exciting to see how eager she was to undress her lover. The t-shirt flew to the floor and she went right to work on his belt. They were both laughing and having fun with it. I was glad the tension had drained from the apartment. He must have been confident I was not going to surprise him. She was thorough in undressing him, helping him out of his heavy black boots so she could pull his jeans completely off. While crouching down, Dana ran her hands up his legs and cupped his package through tight gray boxers.

“Shit that’s good,” Travis moaned. He stared down at my wife like he couldn’t believe it was happening. I felt the same way.

“I haven’t done anything yet.” Dana laughed.

“I love when a chick just goes for it.”

“Oh yeah? Don’t they usually? You’re a hot guy.”

She still rubbed him through his underwear and even nuzzled his package and I wondered how much of her performance was for Travis and how much was for me. I could see her eyes darting around and she probably wondered which camera I was looking at. I was looking down from above the bed, which gave me a great view of Dana looking up at Travis.

“Girls…” Travis started. I know he was about to follow up with
my age
, but wisely thought better of it. “Girls aren’t usually this forward unless they’re kinda drunk, and then they aren’t as much fun.”

Dana pulled his underwear down and deftly grabbed his shaft when it popped up. She gave it a nice, long lick. “So what’s fun for a guy like you?” she asked. She stroked his cock and gave his balls a lingering kiss. Her big diamond engagement ring gleamed in the light as she stroked him. It looked so wrong.  Now I knew she was putting on a show. Dana’s always great with her mouth, but going right for the balls is something new. She was trying to blow this kid’s mind.

“That’s pretty fucking fun,” Travis groaned.

After giving his trimmed balls a thorough licking, Dana took him in her mouth and bobbed up and down, slowly drawing his shaft in and out of her mouth like she was savoring every inch. Her cheeks hollowed and she swallowed every inch. Travis was not huge in the pants, but it looked like he had enough to get the job done. I know some guys with my fantasy are obsessed with dick size, and I guess there is something cool about seeing Dana wrestling with a big cock, but mostly I don’t care about it as long as my wife is having fun. I’m generally not too focused on the guy. I was only looking at Travis’s cock then  because Dana was so fully enjoying sucking it. I knew that was all for me. She knew I was glued to my screen and wanted to give the hottest blowjob possible.

Travis gripped the footboard behind him, pushing his prick forward into Dana’s mouth and stared down at her as if he still didn’t quite believe there wasn’t a hitch. He moaned and gasped and when he began trembling he gently pushed Dana away from his cock.

“You’d better slow down there, girl,” he warned.

“Really? Why is that?” Dana still held his cock and kept licking and kissing the head. She really enjoyed toying with this young man.

“I’m gonna bust my nut if you don’t,” he stammered. She swallowed him again and he added, “Oh, damn.”

“And what if that’s what I want?” she asked, before deep throating him once more.

I was right there with our young friend. I’d started rubbing myself without realizing it, and I felt that familiar rush that overcame me just before coming. I backed off, not wanting to make a second mess in my pants. I was tempted to just take it out and jerk off while I watched, but felt weird about sitting in the front seat of my truck and jerking off like that. And besides, I wanted to save it for my wife. I forced myself to stop rubbing my cock, which was difficult while Dana had Travis’s cock in her mouth.

Dana took mercy on the waiter and released his prick. It was probably because she really needed to be fucked and couldn’t be sure Travis would be good for twice in one night. Sure he was young, but that didn’t always matter. He took her hands and pulled Dana to her feet. I switched camera angles so I could see her whole body.

Travis reached out for Dana and they crushed together, mouths frantically seeking each other. Her dress was already unzipped, so he peeled it down her body and she stepped out of it. They scrambled onto the bed—Travis pulling himself backwards with his elbows while Dana climbed on top of him. She rubbed her smooth, bare cunt over his shaft and he stopped and reached down. I could only imagine how wet she was by then. It doesn’t take much to get my wife dripping wet.

“No panties?” he asked.

“I lost them sometime tonight. Ohhh…” It looked like he curled his fingers inside her. Even on the side view camera, I couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing.

“That’s fucking hot.”

“Maybe I should have left them for you. Would that have been too forward?”

“Shit, I would have lost it right there.”

“Next time,” she moaned. By the way her cute butt moved I could tell she was humping his fingers.

Travis unhooked her bra and rolled Dana onto her back. Those beautiful tits spilled out and her nipples were dark and thick. He was all over her tits like he’d never seen a woman topless before and she tilted her head, moaning her encouragement while clutching him to her chest. She cooed, “Not too rough, baby. Soft feels good.” I was surprised she didn’t let him go longer before pulling him away from her tits.

“Fuck me, baby,” she said—somewhere between a plea and a demand.

Dana flopped her arm out and groped in the nightstand drawer for a condom. I was glad Travis did not put up a fight about that. He pulled on the sheath and pinned her legs back to her chest, her calves hanging past his forearms.

“Oh yes, Travis,” Dana encouraged, throwing her head back right as he penetrated her.

My gut twisted and the truck seemed to turn at an angle. I realized my hands were trembling, and I wasn’t prepared for my extreme reaction. It was like the first time I watched one of her videos, all over again. Knowing that my wife was out screwing someone—and that I would get video when she came home—was a whole different kind of feeling. And watching a video of something that already happened felt different because there was a weird safeness to it, as crazy as that sounds. If she went to Zach’s house, the night had an inevitability to it. The next time I saw my wife she was going to be freshly fucked and I would have my video—there’s no real sense of danger to that. But watching Dana get screwed in real time almost felt like I was a participant. The risk that always accompanies doing something so crazy was
right there
in front of me—in vivid color. We hadn’t come through the storm—we were in it! The immediacy of watching that intimate act was like a smack in the face.

Travis only took it slow for a moment. He had Dana’s legs jacked back and he pounded his cock into her hard. She held onto the mattress with her arms spread wide and moaned her pleasure while she bounced underneath him. That young waiter was fucking my wife silly.

I never considered trying to stop things, even if my feelings were all over the map. The sick feeling faded into the background and that familiar, intense rush returned. Yes, that’s why I wanted this. I never felt more alive. Watching my wife take that young cock, listening to her cries as she gave herself to a virtual stranger, that was my addiction, and the high was so much stronger in real time. I zoomed in on her face, twisted with passion, and questioned if I ever made her feel that. The crazy insecurity was all part of the rush. Without the risk, there was no reward. My entire body was like one giant erogenous zone and I knew if I so much as brushed my cock I would come instantly.

“Oh yes! Yes!” Dana cried, arching her feet in the air. I knew that meant she was coming. I loved watching another man make her come.

Travis released her legs and she wrapped them around his body. With her body wrapped around his, she screamed, begged, for him to fuck her. It almost seemed over the top, and for a second I didn’t like thinking Dana was performing for the cameras. I wanted her natural reactions. Travis kept grunting along and after what seemed like way too short a time he stopped moving, slumping on top of my wife. She held him, stroked his hair, and finally they kissed.  Travis rolled off of her and I couldn’t believe it was over.

“Would you like something to drink?” Dana asked, ever the good hostess.

“Sure, water would be great.”

Dana strode out of the bedroom fully nude. I kept one camera on the bed, to make sure Travis didn’t get up to anything, and switched the other to the kitchen. He spread out on the bed, looking content. She fetched two bottles of water from the fridge and looked around at the cabinets, seeking a camera.

“Hope you enjoyed the show, baby,” she said, blowing me a kiss. “Do you think he’s up for round two?” She returned to the bedroom.

I had mixed feelings about round two. I did think their first tryst was too short, but I was also dying to run up there and make love to my wife. I needed to come so badly I think I was twitching.

Travis made room for her, and Dana snuggled in beside him. What was it like to snuggle up to someone she’d just met? If I was in her position, I’d probably want him gone as soon as possible. She peeled the spent condom from his shaft and tossed it into the bedside trash bin. His arm was around her and he lightly stroked her ass.

“So how was that on the fun meter?” she asked.

“You can’t tell? You’re fucking crazy, girl?”

“Thanks, I think.”

“No, that’s good. I hope I…”

“You were good, baby,” she cooed, kissing his cheek.

“It’s just that usually I take a little longer.”

“I’ll accept that as a compliment.”

“Yeah, Dana, it’s definitely a compliment. Goddam!” Travis ran a hand down her flank like he was taking her in for the first time.

“Mmm, if you keep touching me like that you’d better be ready for more fun.”

Travis laughed. “How much time do we have?”

“Enough.”

They were kissing again, this time like old lovers, and my gut was stabbed by jealousy and lust. It seemed so slutty that Dana gave herself so easily—and I loved every second of it. How much of this was just for her, I wondered, and not for the first time. Dana had never really fought me on trying all this out, like maybe she’d always been curious about what else was out there.

“Are you sure you don’t do this a lot?” Travis asked. He pinched and rolled one of Dana’s nipples, making her quake and moan.

“No, not
this
specifically. Why?”

“You just seem really good at it. I don’t get how your husband is cool with it. Christ, I’d never get tired of you.”

Dana gave his cock a playful smack. “Oh, don’t think he’s tired of me. He had me all turned on earlier. He’s just happy to let me play.”

“And it seems like you really like to play.”

“I
love
to play, baby,” she cooed, kissing him.

His cock was right up again and Dana slipped the condom on his prick this time—just before slipping herself onto him. She had a lot of fun being in charge, slowing rocking on him at first, then leaning forward and driving down onto his cock. I kept switching cameras and watched from every possible angle. Her ass looking amazing when she pumped up and down on him, and I loved watching her hair cascade down her back when she arched backward. Travis held her tits and she cried out when he played with her nipples. Dana came easily—more than once, I think—riding the young waiter.

He turned her onto her hands and knees, and she buried her face in the pillows when he took her from behind. Her butt rippled as he plowed her and Dana screamed when she came again. She took his young cock as hard as he could give it, proving to him what a hot, married slut she was. Dana was fulfilling the MILF fantasy.

Travis was not quick the second time around, and even I was wondering when he would be done with my wife, when she begged off. Glistening with sweat and gasping for air, she begged, “Baby, I need a break. I can’t take anymore.” They were fucking for the better part of an hour. He had lost his earlier finesse and was mercilessly screwing her.

“Sorry, Dana. Sometimes with a condom, especially the second time…”

“It’s okay, baby.”

“If you’re done, it’s cool. Tonight was incredible.”

Dana shook her head, wild dark hair everywhere. “No, baby. You didn’t get off yet.”

“It’s cool, really.”

“No, it’s not.”

Dana crawled closer and peeled the condom off, flinging it away. She took him right into her mouth and sucked hard, cheeks hollowed. She was sucking with a purpose. Travis stretched out, then leaned down and played with her tits again. I knew her nipples had to be sore, but she let him. His hips started working and he moved a hand to the back of her head. Dana relaxed and let him start fucking her mouth. After a few minutes of that, she tore her mouth away, still stroking his shaft furiously.