“I’m good,” I insisted. I was already plenty fired up, that was the problem.
Gabi did a bump herself, but did not offer Javier a hit. She must have known he would refuse it. She took one of the joints from the case and passed it to Javier, who lit it with a gold lighter and took a long drag. He passed it back and when it came my way I took a heavy drag. I needed something to chill me out. I knew it might make me even hornier—which it sometimes did—but getting high seemed like a good idea at the time. Carlos took a hit and passed it right back and I indulged again. Between the four of us, the joint did not last long.
Her weed was strong and it hit me right away. Everything just seemed to slow down and it took me a few seconds to realize when someone was talking to me. A broad smile was on my lips and I was moving to the music without even thinking about it. Gabi decided that meant it was time to dance again and pulled me out of the booth—but we were halfway to the dance floor before I really realized it. The guys came too and we ended up dancing in our own little group.
My high muffled the beat of the Latin music so that I more felt it than heard it, and moving through that fog made the dancing feel more sensual than before. I didn’t need any guidance this time, as my body just started moving to the music on its own. Couples didn’t seem to matter anymore and the four of us just sort of moved with each other, splitting off as we felt like it. I enjoyed dancing with Javier just as much as Carlos, especially since he was taking the same liberties as my date. I loved the feel of his hands on my body and eagerly grinded with him to encourage more.
Gabi was also close by and I danced with her as much as anyone. When she pressed her back against me she took both my hands and put them on her perky tits. They felt nice and her nipples poked right through the thin material of her gossamer silvery halter dress. We kissed here and there, but the guys never seemed to leave us alone long enough to really get into it. And Carlos seemed to be enjoying it all. I could tell he was proud that his friends liked me, and it didn’t bother him if they liked me a little too much.
I don’t know how long we were out there on the dance floor, but I was exhausted and exhilarated when we returned to the booth. Once again, everyone did a bump of cocaine, but I declined. I wasn’t that crazy. But I did take a drag of the second joint Gabi lit. It was only when Carlos commented that it was getting late that I learned it was after one. I panicked for a moment. Dave must have been thinking I was dead by the side of the road somewhere. I wanted to check my phone, but that would have to wait until I could sneak off to the bathroom. Hopefully Carlos was about ready to get me alone.
“Does the night really have to end?” Gabi pouted.
“I don’t have to be in early,” Javier said.
I couldn’t believe these people could stay out all night and still function in the morning. I assumed they had to go to work at some point.
“We could all grab a nightcap,” Carlos said. “What do you think, Diana?”
What I wanted was to get him alone and claw his clothes off, but the pot left me very pliable, and Gabi caressing my leg with her nails had me thinking that hanging out a little longer wouldn’t be a bad thing. “Sure, why not. I can stay out a little later.”
“We could all go to your place, if you don’t mind,” he replied. “I mean, it’s nice and quiet.”
I thought they were talking about going to a quieter bar to grab a drink, not go somewhere alone. My brain was a little foggy, but I could see where things might be going, and I didn’t know if it was a good idea. I was feeling good and incredibly horny, meaning I was up for just about anything—but that was the problem. Things could easily get out of control if we were some place private. Everyone was staring at me and I couldn’t think of a reason not to go back to the apartment—not one I could tell them, anyway.
“Sure, why not?” I finally answered. “But I need to go to the girl’s room first.” I picked up my little clutch.
“I could freshen up, too,” Gabi said. Carlos slid over to let us out and she took my hand and led me away.
As soon as I could slip into a stall I had my phone out. There were a dozen texts from my husband asking where I was. Six of them were from the last forty-five minutes. I texted him back.
-So sorry. He took me dancing and totally lost track of time
Dave must have been holding his phone, because the reply came right in.
-As long as you’re okay. Guess you’re having fun?
-He’s enjoyed the outfit
-I knew he would. Will you be back soon?
I knew Dave didn’t mean back home, but back at the apartment.
-Think so. We ran into some friends of his. He wants to bring them back
-Could be fun
-Are you sure?
I knew his mind had gone to the dirtiest place possible and he was imaging another night like my threesome with Zach and his roommate. Nothing I did bothered him, which bothered me. Was there anything too slutty? Did my husband want to see me get gangbanged? I wanted to think there were some limits—something Dave would hold precious—but it didn’t seem that way.
-The more the merrier right?
His reply got my back up. High, I wasn’t making the best decisions and it seemed like a really good idea to test him. I would give him the slutty wife he’d always wanted.
-Great. We’ll be there soon
When I came out of the stall, Gabi was at the mirror fluffing her hair. Amazingly, we were the only two women in the restroom. She dug through her bag and then applied a fresh coating of red lipstick. Something about that girl just oozed sex. I joined her to touch up my own makeup.
“Does your husband know?” Gabi asked, sliding her lip gloss applicator back into the tube.
The question was so out of nowhere I wasn’t sure I heard her right. “Excuse me?”
Gabi took my left hand and fingered my wedding rings. “Is that too personal to ask? I’m just curious. I know the kind of woman Carlos prefers and I’ve always wondered about them. I know some men do not mind if their wife goes out with other men. Some of them even like it.”
“Really?” Playing dumb seemed like a good idea.
“Men like all kinds of things, Diana, you know this—you have experience. Some men, they like to be spanked, some like their women to obey, and some get off on studs like Carlos fucking their wives. What type is your man?”
It was so tempting to tell Gabi the truth. She was a virtual stranger and she did not seem like she would judge us, but I had told Carlos a different story and I didn’t think I should contradict that. “I think my husband suspects I see other men, but he’s so busy with other women I don’t think he cares as long as I am discrete.”
“Lucky you.” She smiled and still held my hand, playing with my rings. “And you do not mind his playing around?”
“He lives his life, I live mine. The arrangement seems to work for us.”
“And women? Do you see women too?” She moved closer, her body brushing mine.
“Uh, no…not usually.” She looked at me with that predatory gaze I was used to seeing in men’s eyes. She released my hand and I instinctively put it on her hip. Those long nails trailing up my arm gave me goosebumps like before and made me tingle in all the right places. She softly caressed my cheek.
“That’s too bad, but things can change,” Gabi said.
“Sure,” I murmured.
I couldn’t wait any longer for Gabi to act so I kissed her. She was slender in my arms, so different from the heft of the muscular men I’m attracted to. Her back was mostly bare and felt warm under my fingertips. I heard someone come into the restroom, but they passed us by and we kept kissing. Gabi flicked her tongue at mine playfully. She was the one to end the kiss.
“We should get back, chica.”
“Just one thing, about Carlos,” I said. “He told me why he likes—women like me—do you see him with a lot of them?”
“I don’t think he brings them all around, but I do know that he l
ikes 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.
fourteen
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.
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