Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife (17 page)

“I don’t think he brings them all around, but I do know that he likes a lot of women. Carlos, I think, likes the challenge, but then he gets bored.” She almost looked sorry for me. She looked me up and down and then added, “But maybe not you. You’re much sexier.”

“Thanks,” I said, already thinking of ways to keep Carlos interested. I didn’t like to think that he may become bored with me.

We returned to the table and the guys were ready to go. Gabi picked up a long, black leather coat at the coat check and Carlos told the others to follow us. I slid into the passenger seat, well aware the valet could just about see my pussy when my skirt rode up. Carlos gave him a hearty clap on the shoulder when he tipped him.

“You don’t mind that Gabi and Javier are coming over, do you?” he asked.

“The more the merrier, right?” I answered, echoing my husband. “As long as I get you to myself at some point.” I laid my hand in his lap to make my point.

Carlos chuckled. He seemed to enjoy my forwardness. “We’re alone right now. You should make the most of it.”

I didn’t know exactly what he meant, but I could guess. I unclicked my seatbelt and leaned across the center console, reaching for his belt. He slid the power seat back and pulled on his tight pants and clingy Lycra boxer briefs, getting them down just enough. His cock sprang up and I was electrified as soon as I touched it. It was amazingly thick, just as I remembered it. My fingers didn’t quite encircle it and I really had to stretch my mouth to take him in.

Carlos grunted when I licked his head and I worked on sucking that first, getting myself ready to swallow that monster. His prick really was so big and beautiful—smooth and hairless—that I got excited just playing with it. I didn’t have to be a size queen to appreciate how amazing it was. He encouraged me with soft pressure on the back of my head. He tasted masculine and I happily took in more of his shaft.

“Diana, baby, you suck that cock so good,” he encouraged. “You suck it like you really want it.”

I would have told him how much I wanted it if my mouth hadn’t been so full. My cheeks hollowed and I sucked him hard. That strong desire to please him returned and for some weird reason I wanted to earn the good screwing I knew he would give me later.

“Suck it, Diana. Suck that goddam cock,” he groaned. His fingers tightened in my hair and he was forcing me farther down on him.

His head hit the back of my throat and I relaxed, just barely avoiding gagging on him—but it almost felt like he wanted me to, the way he was forcing me down. I went with it, but it was difficult. My jaw ached from his girth and saliva ran down his shaft as I bobbed up and down on it. He pumped his hips up at my mouth and I dug my nails into his thigh as I struggled to keep up with him.

“You’re so fucking good, Di. So good sucking that cock. Show me you want it, baby. You’re so fucking sexy.”

His words energized me and I worked even harder at sucking his cock. I loved the way he possessed me. God, I wanted to make him come. As much as I loved being my husband’s little slut, I yearned to be Carlos’s, too—and it scared me. He cried out my name and held his cock buried back to my throat and climaxed. His thick jism squirted into my throat and I coughed hard, trying to swallow in that impossible position. Carlos only released me when he was finished coming and some of his seed dribbled onto my lips before I licked it up.

I fell back into my seat and pushed my hair back. God, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d given road head like that. I did it for Dave all the time when we were younger. I always loved how delightfully dirty it felt. But we’d gotten away from that and now here I was—years later—doing it for my lover. I smiled, thinking that I wished my husband had been able to see it. He would have loved it. But Dave’s cameras couldn’t catch everything.

“Does your husband have any idea what a great cocksucker you are, Diana?”

It was like he was reading my mind. “He used to.”

“Talent like that should not be wasted. I know a lot of guys who’d love to fuck that sweet mouth.”

I turned a shade of red and murmured, “Thanks,” embarrassed that I took it as a real compliment. I flipped down the visor and in the lighted mirror I looked like what I was. My hair was a mess and my lipstick was smeared. I’d have to fix it the best I could before we got back to the apartment. I didn’t want to look like a whore when entering a potential orgy.

I awaited Dana’s return with a mixture of anticipation and annoyance. It bothered me that she had been out with Carlos all night having fun. I wanted my wife to enjoy herself on these hot dates, but all that time she was out with another guy—having dinner, dancing, whatever—was time I spent waiting at home with my dick in my hand. Waiting to see some action. And the fact that she could go out with Carlos and spend hours with him not in bed implied they could have a real connection. I wasn’t sure I liked that.

It was how I felt about her getting so excited about running over to see Zach. I was excited I was going to get another video, I was excited my wife was getting fucked, but I didn’t like that they seemed like friends. I know it’s not what Dana wants, but I’ll admit it—in my perfect world these guys would appear, seduce and fuck my wife, and then disappear. I hadn’t wanted any repeat dates at first, but then I realized they were a means to an end and I was just going to have to deal with it.

Dana and Carlos weren’t the only ones coming back to the apartment. That was an interesting development. I took from her text that these other people weren’t just coming back to hang out, and I hoped that was not just my wishful thinking. A lot of scenarios flew through my brain, most of them involving my wife taking on three, maybe four guys. I imagined Dana surrounded by cocks, reaching for them. It was a hot, potent fantasy and I almost had to jerk off while I waited, but I was able to hold out—just barely.

Was my sweet wife ready for something like that? I had no idea, and I was not even really sure I was ready to see that. Her threesome with Zach had been hot, but to really see her take on a bunch of guys would be new territory. Did I want Dana to want a gangbang? I couldn’t really answer that one way or the other, and that was more frightening than anything else.

I had to wait nearly an hour to find out what I was in store for, and I was somewhat perplexed when they showed up with another couple. It was a tall, Hispanic male and a smokin’ hot Hispanic female. He was handsome, but not a stud like Carlos. She was stunning.

It’s funny, but unlike a lot of the guys I saw on hot wife message boards, I didn’t much care about the race of the guy fucking my wife. I just wanted to see her lost in ecstasy. If black guys, or Hispanic guys, did that for her, that was cool, but it didn’t add anything to it for me. Carlos being Hispanic was secondary to the fact that he seemed to be hung like a beer can.

I noticed right away that Dana looked like she’d been having some fun before they reached the apartment. Her lipstick wasn’t quite right and her hair was kind of messy. It bothered me that she may have been blowing Carlos, or even fucking him, somewhere else and I couldn’t see it. I really wanted to see everything.

The others complimented Dana on the apartment, and she told them it was a friend’s, sticking to the cover story. She didn’t seem to know what to do next and Carlos took charge, asking the others what they wanted to drink.

“Is there any tequila?” the girl asked.

“I think so,” Dana replied.

I knew there was. I made sure that apartment was fully stocked with liquor.

“Javier?” Carlos asked the other guy.

“I’ll have a beer.”

“I’ll be right back,” Dana said. She looked relieved to have something to do. She went into the kitchen, but I kept the camera on the living room. Carlos sat on the couch and the girl came around behind him and rubbed his shoulders. What would Dana think about that? Javier milled around.

“This is a friend’s place?” Javier asked.

“That’s what she said,” Carlos answered. “Who knows? She’s married.”

“I noticed,” Javier said.

“She’s fucking hot,
papi
,” the girl said, leaning in close and kissing Carlos’s head. She definitely wanted to fuck my wife’s date.

“I thought you might like her, Gabi,” he said. “This could just be some kind of fuck pad, who really knows. Maybe her husband knows she fucks around, maybe he doesn’t. Who gives a fuck? If he’s stupid enough to send a piece of ass like Diana out, I’m more than happy to fuck her all night and send her home bowlegged.”

I cringed at Carlos’s comments. I hated that he thought I was some kind of pussy who couldn’t take care of my wife in bed. I was more than capable of that. I just enjoyed other kinds of thrills too. I couldn’t expect someone like him to understand that. He looked kind of like a Neanderthal. I hoped he lived up to his bluster in bed. I wondered if Dana could hear them in the kitchen.

“
Si
,
hermano
,” Javier said, flashing a big smile. He looked like he wanted a crack at my wife too, which made me wonder if he and Gabi were really a couple. Was this going to turn into some kind of swapping thing? Maybe Gabi and Javier were swingers. I never considered that we might encounter that. I was good with Javier fucking Dana, as long as I got to see Carlos do it too. He rocked her world last time and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

“I’m going to go help Diana,” Gabi said. I split the screen, so I could see both rooms.

Dana was at the counter in the kitchen, opening a beer. She had the bottle of Cuervo that I’d bought out and several shot glasses. Gabi came in behind her and pressed close. My wife only stiffened for a moment before melting back against the sexy Latina, making me think that was not the first time they’d been so close. Gabi planted several kisses on Dana’s bare shoulder. The kitchen camera was hidden in the overhead lighting, which meant my view wasn’t great. I’d have killed to see my wife’s expression. The girls spoke and I realized I still had the audio from the living room up, so I switched, but by then the girls were kissing.

It had been many years since I saw Dana kiss another woman. It was way hotter now that she was my wife and a proper MILF. She had turned to face Gabi and her eyes were closed, while her arms went around Gabi. Dana got a good handful of Gabi’s tight little ass and Gabi pushed her back into the counter. It looked like Gabi had a knee up between Dana’s legs and my mind went right to the dirtiest thoughts. Dana just had to be rubbing herself against Gabi’s knee like she was in heat.

The kiss did not last nearly long enough and the girls carried the alcohol into the living room, where the guys waited. There was a shaker of salt, but no limes. I hadn’t planned on my wife doing complex tequila shots with anyone.

“Sorry there’s no limes,” Dana apologized. “I don’t think my friend keeps the fridge well stocked. She’s away on business as often as not.” Was that her way of signaling to Carlos that he could have her there whenever he wanted?

Carlos took my wife by the waist and kissed her while she held the tequila bottle high. He palmed her ass and she wiggled it for him. Jealous and arousal speared through me. It was funny how watching Dana kiss Gabi was nothing but hot, but her kissing Carlos still sparked that primal jealousy, even after seeing her with so many men.

“That’s okay, baby. Make sure your
friend
is better prepared next time,” he said. There was no missing how he referred her friend. So if he didn’t think it was a friend’s place, what did he really think was going on? It was apparent he didn’t care as long as he got to fuck my wife.

“I don’t need lime anyway, that’s only for if you’re a
chocha
,” Gabi said, taking the tequila from Dana, after handing Javier his beer.

Gabi broke the seal on the bottle and opened it. I was glad I got the good stuff, because she opened it and knocked it right back. Most guys I know wouldn’t even do that. Gabi was a party girl. She wiped her lips on the back of her hand and pressed the bottle to Carlos’s lips. He tilted his head back and took a long swallow. Carlos only coughed a little, maintaining his dignity. It was Dana’s turn, and I knew she was not going to take it as well.

Dana began to cough and gag the second Gabi poured it into her mouth. I don’t know how much made it down her throat, but a lot poured down her neck and soaked her dress. That didn’t bother Gabi, who began licking at the tequila on my wife’s neck. Carlos moved just enough so Gabi could get really close. Gabi even kissed her wet tits, but didn’t linger too long. Instead she brought the bottle to Javier, who easily took as much tequila as Gabi was willing to pour.

“Maybe it will be easier this way, Di,” Gabi said. She took a big slug of the amber fluid into her mouth and set the bottle aside.

Gabi kissed Dana hard and it looked like only a little of the tequila escaped. But the kiss did not end with the shared shot. The girls were standing in front of the couch and I had a perfect view of them from the camera mounted in the television. Their kiss was frenzied and they pawed each other’s bodies while their tongues dueled. I knew that at least part of the attraction for my wife was all the men watching her—not just the ones in the room, but me at home. She kissed Gabi like she wanted to devour her.

My cock strained at my gym shorts and I gave up resisting. I pulled the shorts down and grabbed my hot shaft. Was it pathetic that I sat home masturbating while my wife was out having all the fun? I had mostly convinced myself it wasn’t, but there was always going to be that niggling doubt at the back of my mind that I was really just a weak fool. Dana was having an epic sex life and I was just in the shadows, masturbating. But those feelings of weakness were part of the heady cocktail that addicted me to watching my wife with other men. That sick-sweet feeling was my high. I could come in seconds from watching, but that peculiar feeling would be with me all night.

Gabi was pulling at the strings that held Dana’s top in place. It was a pretty complicated garment and she figured out it was easier to just pull it over her head and off. In that brief moment the girls stopped kissing, I swear Dana looked right into the camera at me. She looked a little dazed, maybe unsure, but there was no way for me to give her a sign. And then Gabi was pulling her onto the couch and Dana went with her happily.

Carlos and Javier stood around the couch, admiring the show as much as I did. I hadn’t shot my load yet, but that was only because I’d had so much practice watching my wife. I wanted to hold out for a really good image, something to burn into my mind.

Dana was reclined on the couch, but not lying down, and she pulled at Gabi’s dress, trying to wrestle it from her body. It looked like Gabi wanted her dress gone too, but did not want to stop kissing and touching Dana. She massaged my wife’s tits, letting the pink, stiff nipples peek out between her fingers. But Dana didn’t have to take Gabi’s dress off to get at her body. The front of that dress was so low cut, so open, that my wife could just pull it open to expose Gabi’s small, brown tits. I couldn’t see much from my angle, but Gabi moaned into their kiss, so Dana had done something right.

Gabi stood , grabbed her dress from the bottom, and whipped the whole thing over her head. A tiny g-string barely covered anything, and for a moment I thought she wasn’t wearing anything at all under the dress. Dana reached up to touch her, fingers gliding over Gabi’s flat stomach and then over her breasts. Dana teased her nipples with her fingertips, and Gabi threw her head back for a throaty moan. Gabi’s two-tone hair spilled down her back.

Javier muttered something in Spanish—it sounded like he was telling Gabi something—and Gabi pounced on my wife. Dana welcomed her with open arms, and after a hot kiss Gabi worked her way down Dana’s hot body. Gabi kissed and nibbled Dana’s neck until she was shaking and moaning uncontrollably. She feasted on Dana’s tits, using teeth, fingers, nails to bring my wife to a frenzy. Dana’s eyes were squeezed closed and she moaned Gabi’s name over and over. It was almost like she forgot anyone else was in the room. Gabi pushed up Dana’s skirt, unzipping the sides, and my wife lifted her butt to help. I noticed immediately that Dana was not wearing panties. Where did she lose them, and how?

The men shared a look and Carlos gave Javier the nod. In retrospect, it was so weird that Carlos was giving his friend permission to touch
my
wife, but then I didn’t matter there. Dana was Carlos’s woman for the night in every way that mattered. And he seemed content to sit back and watch her be ravaged, at least for the moment.

Dana didn’t notice Javier kneeling beside the couch. She was way too focused on Gabi, whose face was buried between her legs. Gabi’s long hair was spread out so all I could really see was the motion of her head as she went down on my wife, but sweet Jesus that was enough. Dana bucked her hips up at the Latina and her cries grew louder and louder.

Javier moved in, playing with Dana’s tits and pinching her nipples. Her eyes flew open and she looked surprised that it wasn’t Carlos touching her, but she didn’t stop him. No, my wife did the hottest thing ever. She grabbed the back of Javier’s head and pulled him into a sexy kiss. Yeah, that was all I needed. With a grunt, I shot my load, making a mess of the shorts I’d pulled down. I kept tugging my cock while I watched and I never went completely soft.

It felt like I was watching a replay of years before, when Dana was with our friends in that cabin, but this was so much hotter. For one thing, these were virtual strangers enjoying my wife. And for another, I could clearly see the gleam of her wedding rings against Javier’s thick black hair as she held him in for that kiss. Dana was the perfect slut!

Dana bucked on the couch, tearing her mouth away from the kiss so that she could scream her passion. Javier smoothly moved to sucking her nipples and playing with her tits. I could see that not only was Gabi going down on my wife, but she was fingering her pretty hard too, based on the way Gabi’s arm moved. And Carlos wasn’t just watching any longer. I’d been so focused on Dana that I didn’t notice him drop his pants and move in behind Gabi. His thick cock bobbed between his shirttails as he moved. A hand was thrust between Gabi’s thighs from behind and he was slowly teasing her cunt.