Hot Dates: Becoming a Shared Wife (13 page)

“Sure.”

“But you’ve never gotten one, have you?” Josh asked. He smiled, but he seemed a little annoyed by the idea. “You smiled, maybe leaned forward a little bit and you got off, right?”

I smiled exactly how I would for a cop and leaned toward him. I was offering, so Josh took a nice long look down my V-neck. I hope he enjoyed my lightly tanned and freckled cleavage. He could probably even see the lacy edge of my black bra. “Do you mean like this?”

“Uh, yeah.” Josh seemed to have trouble speaking.

Zach took my arm and turned me toward him. “What about Officer Zach?”

I beamed my smile even brighter for Zach. “What about it, Officer Zach? Should I get off?”

“That may have to be determined later,” he chuckled.

“Oh really?”

“I’ll have to review all of the evidence first.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Zach had a nice, easy nature and his smile came easily. I liked that he showed his interest, but was not pushy about it. I couldn’t help wondering why these young guys were so interested in me, though. Was it because I was the only single female at the bar? Did they think I was easy pickings? Maybe they had some kind of MILF fantasy they wanted to live out. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but as long as Dave and I got what we wanted did it really matter what was going on with either of these guys? If I ended up with Zach tonight it would be to fulfill a fantasy that my husband and I shared.

Josh ordered another round of beers and I thanked him, knowing I had to slow down. I was beginning to feel that tipsy, goofy feeling that’s the leading edge of getting drunk. I wanted to have fun, but I did not want to lose control—especially after what happened with Pat. If this was the night I was going to fuck another guy, it was going to be a conscious decision.

The flirty banter continued as we sat and drank together, but I think Josh sensed he was losing the race to his friend because he was trying harder to keep my focus on him. I tried to give him the attention he sought—flirting with both boys was fun—but I also didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. If I was going to be fooling around with either of them later, it was going to be Zach. I learned that Josh was a graphic designer and Zach worked for a small production company that produced stealth viral marketing videos for companies. I asked to see some of his work and he said he really wasn’t supposed to take credit for anything, but then relented and showed me a video clip of a teenager doing crazy, dangerous stunts. It was clever and funny, but I didn’t see how it tied in with any product or company.

The longer we talked and more we drank, both boys became more
hands on
, but not in a creepy way. It was the way a guy sort of sneaks up on you to see if you’re interested. If you’re not, you’ll usually stop the physical contact there. It’s the same way we women will use innocent body contact to express that we’re interested. I was certainly doing my share of that, but I had never tried to maintain it with two guys before—or experienced it from two guys at once. Josh kept touching my arm and back. The back touching turned into more of a massage when I didn’t stop him. It felt good. I didn’t want to stop him. Zach used the rings I wear on my right hand as an excuse to hold and caress it. I explained the meaning behind the claddagh ring on my ring finger and the one beside it that looked like a leaf had been folded around my finger. He also complimented the pale green polish on my nails, a detail most men don’t notice. His hands were big and strong, with rough calluses, which didn’t jive with him sitting at a computer all day.

“I play guitar, too,” Zach said, with false modesty. He knew exactly what playing a guitar did to most women. It was probably the reason he picked it up in the first place.

“Is he any good?” I asked Josh.

“He thinks he is,” Josh replied. He’d crabbed his fingers slowly up my back and under the fall of my dark hair and now they danced along the nape of my neck, giving me the kind of chills that made me tingle in other, more intimate places.

“You’ll have to come over and judge for yourself,” Zach said.

“Does that usually work for you? Do the girls come over to listen to you play guitar and their panties just drop?” I smiled so he knew I was only playing with him.

“Only if I do it right.” His cocky smile had me thinking it probably worked more often than not. Just the smile was working on me, and I hadn’t even heard him play a note yet. Zach dropped his hand below the bar and rested it on my leg, just above my knee. The denim skirt was short enough that there was plenty of room for it while I was sitting. He gave a squeeze and my legs parted ever so slightly, as if of their own volition. Did Zach take that as an invitation?

“Hey, you guys want to go out onto the deck?” Josh asked meaningfully.

“Sounds like a plan,” Zach replied.

I thought about going out there with them, but I’ve really gotten to the point where I just don’t even like to be around cigarette smoke. I would wait for them. Besides, it gave me a chance to confer with Dave. I was having so much fun with the boys that I’d nearly forgotten my husband was sitting across the bar watching us. It was a sign that I’d become very comfortable in my role as
Dani
. When Dave and I first started playing this game I was looking for him every five seconds—looking for reassurance, checking to make sure he was enjoying himself. Now I was confident that Dave would enjoy whatever I did with other men, as long as it ended with me in a compromising position. I chanced a look over to Dave and he looked to be hanging on our every word, even if he could not hear them. I’m sure he enjoyed how familiar the boys had become.

“I don’t smoke, guys. I’ll just wait here,” I told them.

“We vape, Dani. It’s way smoother,” Josh said.

“Vape?”

“You’ve got try it,” Josh said. He seemed proud he had something to show off to me.

I didn’t want to seem uptight to these guys, so I said, “Sure, I’ll try it.” Would Dave follow us outside? He might think there was an exit out the back and that I was leaving with the guys. The thought of my husband wondering about that made me smile. He may have even been thinking I was headed for a threesome! Would that enter his mind? That didn’t enter
my
mind until that very moment. I had no idea if that was something the guys were angling for, but maybe that’s what they did—pick up vulnerable cougars and bring them home for a tag team. It was scary to think about—I’d only just accepted that I was ready to sleep one man outside my marriage—but the image of being thoroughly used by two men flitted through my mind leaving a shiver of excitement in its wake.

A tight hallway, which also lead back to the bathrooms, opened onto a surprisingly large deck at the back of the building. It probably only held about twenty people at full capacity, but considering how small the bar was,  did not think there would be room for anything at all back there. The deck was clearly not part of the original bar and with its high wooden railings it more resembled a deck on the back of a house than it did something attached to a business. There were only four others out there when we emerged into the cool night, but I still nearly gagged on the cloud of smoke that lingered from all the smokers who’d been coming out there all night. Josh led us to a corner opposite the others and as I settled back against the railing, Zach slipped his arm around me.

Josh retrieved a long cylinder from the side pocket of his baggy cargo shorts. It did not look like any of the e-cigarettes I’d ever seen before, which were mostly the size of a real cigarette. This was thicker and even a little large to be called a vape
pen
. “Here, I’ll show you how to do it,” he offered.

“Are these things even safe? I hear they blow up sometimes,” I said.

“That’s only e-cigarettes when they’re charging. This isn’t like that,” Zach said.

Josh took a plastic cap from the end and stuck it to his lips. He depressed a button on the cylinder and a bright blue light lit the tip. It looked silly to me. I could not see this replacing cigarettes based on the cool factor. A rebel in a leather jacket was not going to whip one of these things out. But it was not noxious like a cigarette. When Josh exhaled, it was simply a pale vapor with a hint of sweetness to it. Now that was an improvement on real cigarettes.

I took the vaporizer from Josh and held it awkwardly until he corrected me. I found it easier to handle with two hands. I bet Josh and Zach enjoyed watching me press the long cylinder to my lips, and I tried to make a show of it. I depressed the button and inhaled deeply.

“Hold it,” Josh directed.

It clicked in my brain that these guys were not vaping tobacco. The sweet vapor tasted familiar, but I didn’t immediately place it because it was not quite the same as smoking pot, and besides, I hadn’t smoked a joint in over a decade. I didn’t even know you could smoke pot with these things. I immediately exhaled, but there was none of the coughing or burning sensation that I’d experienced smoking pot in the past.

“Smooth, isn’t it?” Josh said.

“That’s not tobacco is it?” I felt stupid for not realizing it before. I was so out of touch.

“It is fine hash oil suspended in wax,” Josh said proudly.

Zach took the vape pen from my hands while I stared at Josh. It wasn’t even pot. Hash oil was something I’d only heard about and associated with hippies and Woodstock—all stuff before my time. I thought hash was like pot, but I really didn’t know. It looked like I was going to find out.

“Hash oil? What does that do?” I asked dumbly.

“It’s like marijuana,” Zach said, exhaling vapor and handing the device back to Josh.

“Only stronger and smoother.” Josh took another hit and offered me the pen again.

I hesitated. I don’t know that I would have knowingly smoked pot, let alone hash oil. But I’ll admit I felt the peer pressure and after a few drinks my judgment wasn’t exactly stellar. I took the vape pen again, but more tentatively than the first time.

“Only take a small hit this time. If you haven’t been stoned in a while this stuff is going to hit you hard,” Zach warned.

Josh’s brow creased. He wanted me high. Maybe he did think a threesome was going to happen. I had no plans for that, but I also had to admit it was more likely if I was high. I was never a big stoner when I was younger, but I did recall doing some pretty crazy things when I was feeling goofy. They seemed like a good idea at the time—when I was high. But I didn’t just have to consider myself here. What would Dave think if he knew I was getting high with these guys? That wasn’t part of the plan. If he knew how nutty it made me back in the day he probably would not have been thrilled—or he would have thought it was exactly what I needed. I couldn’t really be sure how far he wanted me to go anymore.

My second draw on the vape pen was much smaller and felt even smoother than the first. I handed it back to Josh, who held it out to cool off before putting it back in his pocket. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to figure out if I was feeling the effects already or if it was all in my head. I didn’t think it could get me high that fast, even given how out of practice I was.

“You guys want to head back in?” Josh asked.

“That’s probably a good idea,” I replied. I felt a bit unsteady on my feet.

On the way back inside, Josh had to stop at the men’s room. I could see he did not want to leave me alone with Zach, but he didn’t seem to have a choice. He told us he’d meet us at the bar. I continued inside, but as soon as Josh was out of sight Zach caught me by the room. I gave him a quizzical look, but he just smiled and pulled me back toward the deck.

“It’s a nice night out. I’m so glad the heat finally broke,” Zach said.

A cool breeze wafted across the deck and a tingling spread down from my scalp as it caught my hair. I was sure the hash oil was hitting me now. I was suddenly more aware of everything, not just the breeze. The music coming from the bar seemed groovier, Zach’s eyes were impossibly blue. And everything was more pleasant, especially Zach’s hands lightly massaging my hips as I leaned against the railing and looked out on the alley behind the bar. It wasn’t much of a view, but even the narrow, dim, trash-strewn space seemed nice. Living down here made a little more sense. I leaned back, enjoying the closeness of my new young friend.

Zach and I had the deck to ourselves for the moment and with the breeze clearing the last of the cigarette smoke from the others, I finally caught his clean, freshly-scrubbed scent. I thought it might be Irish Spring. It’s the same soap my husband uses and I’ve always thought it’s quite manly. Zach was not manly in quite the same way my Dave was, but her certainly had his appeal—an appeal that was growing by the second. Did I mention that not only had getting high always lowered my inhibitions, but it also made me quite horny. I had some girlfriends who just zoned out and wanted to stare at the wall, but it never affected me that way. It always made me feel playful and wanting to find a playmate. And now not only did I have one, but I had permission from my husband to do anything I wished with him. Zach gave me chills when his hands slid down my bare arms so they covered mine. He nudged my hair aside and his stubbled cheek brushed my jawline.

“I’ve been waiting to get you alone all night,” he said. His soft kisses on my jaw felt wonderful.

“Really? Why?”

“So I could do this.” He nibbled right behind my ear and I trembled in his arms. God, that has always driven me crazy, and being high just seemed to make that tingling pleasure flow through my entire body.