Hot Dates 3: Consequences of Being a Shared Wife

by Kirsten McCurran

  “Fuck, Dana! Rub your clit!” I demanded. I knew I would be too quick and I wanted her to come too.

  Dana shifted just enough to squeeze her hand underneath. I knew when she found her clit because she bucked back into me harder, trying to stuff my cock as deep as she could get it.

  “Fuck me, baby! Fuck your whore! Oh god! Oh god! Yes!” Dana cried.

  Those words were all I needed. Feeling her freshly-fucked cunt and looking down at her perfect ass finished me like a horny rabbit. I groaned and pumped my seed inside her, hoping it was the only load in there. Unfortunately, Dana was not always careful with the condoms when she got crazy. It sounded like she’d had a crazy night. I’d decided not to ask about protection anymore and trust her. Dana was on the Pill and she was tested regularly. That would be good enough for me.

  I collapsed forward onto her, and felt the motion of her hand busy at her pussy. Dana came just a couple minutes after me with a soft cry, and then she was still.

  “Thank you,” I told my wife, kissing her cheek, before I climbed off of her.

  Dana rolled onto her back and looked up at me—flushed and just a little sweaty. She was glowing, and it was a particular glow that she only has after a hot date—the kind of glow that says I know I’m the hottest thing going. She never lacked confidence before, but it’s amazing what these dates have done for her. Dana was still my loving wife, but at the same time she was so…different.

  “I should be thanking you. You made tonight possible,” she said.

  “Maybe you should be thanking me,” I said, with a laugh. “How did it go with Jana as your wing-woman?”

  Dana smiled and said, “I think I may have created a monster. Obviously, Jana was not going to judge or get in the way, but the way she enthusiastically jumped in has me a little worried.”

  “So she hooked up too?”

  “She was actually the one to bring over the guys we met.”

  “And I thought it would be you showing her the ropes.”

  “Nope. She took to it like a duck to water. She was making out with a guy before we even left the bar.”

  I was surprised by Dana’s tone. She was hardly one to be casting a stone. But their situations were different. “And did she?”

  “What do you think? I’m sure you’ll hear some of it on the video, but I don’t think the angle was right for her to get her in the frame.”

  “You guys were in the same room?”

  Dana laughed at my excitement and said, “Down boy. I think she went off and did her thing, but she came into the room while I was…uh, busy…and I don’t think her boy toy could help himself. He just bent her over the conference table.”

  “Conference table? This is sounding better and better.”

  “I hope you are pleased.”

  “I am always pleased by my sexy wife. There’s no one better than you, Dana.”

  “Aww, you’re too sweet.”

  “I can’t help but feel bad for Neil, though. He’s the only one in the dark. It’s not fair. And I hate to think how he’d react if he found out. It’s like we’re pulling Jana into our kinky games,” I said.

  “I don’t think we’re pulling Jana anywhere, babe. She’s rushing right in. And I don’t know that Neil will be in the dark forever. If she was serious, Jana is determined to turn Neil into a hotwife husband. We’ll see how she feels in the sober light of the morning.”

  “Doesn’t she understand that you don’t just turn someone onto this. As far as I can guess, you’re either it or you’re not.”

  “I know,” Dana agreed.

  “Neil’s always been kind of jealous, right? I just don’t see it.”

  “Maybe you can talk some sense into her.”

  “Whoa! I don’t want to talk to Jana about any of this. I was hoping she would just pretend that nothing was going on next time I saw her. Seriously honey, I don’t know that I can talk about this with her.” Just the thought of seeing the judgment in Jana’s eyes made me queasy. Maybe I was just being paranoid—Jana is pretty understanding—but I didn’t want to find out.

  Dana climbed off of the bed and offered me her back so I could get her zipper. Feeling the hot skin of her back as I undressed her quickened my pulse again. I was already getting excited thinking about my wife and Jana fucking in the same room, and now feeling Dana so close, catching the scent of sex coming off her, I was getting hard all over again. I pulled the dress from her shoulders and nuzzled her hair, kissing her neck. I forgot all about having to see Jana.

  “Back off, tiger. I really am exhausted. I am going to shower and go to bed. Why don’t you go down and see what you caught on video? I think you’ll like it, baby.” Dana turned and kissed me.

  I did as my wife suggested and fetched the camera from her purse. It plugged straight into my laptop and I transferred the video files over to a new folder with the date. My heart pounded as I opened the video.

  It was as Dana described. She was in a conference room, standing with some guy by a window. They were just barely in the frame and the lighting wasn’t great. I fast-forwarded. I did not need to watch small talk. Another man joined them and I returned to normal speed when the action started. The lighting was not great, but it had been so long since I’d seen a new video of my wife with a new stranger that I didn’t care. My brain easily filled in the details the camera didn’t capture.

  Truly, the video was subpar in quality, but I was touching myself just the same. I heard my wife’s moans clearly, and when the dark guy was fucking her mouth it was so hot—even if the angle was terrible. Still, I heard her wet sucking sounds and imagined the first-class blowjob she was giving him. He was a lucky bastard. And then the two guys turned Dana around and spit-roasted her and I almost lost it. The slutty image of my sweet wife being used by two men is unlike anything else. It is so insanely hot I almost lose it every time I watch it. Dana is such a perfect whore. She seems to love being taken by two men. It makes me wonder if she’d like multiple men even more. Would Dana give herself over to a gangbang? I did—and didn’t—want to know the answer. It scared me that she would love it, and that I would love watching it. I didn’t like what that said about me.

  I held out and didn’t come before Jana came into the room. Dana was right, you couldn’t see the blonde on the video at all, but I could clearly hear her being fucked. I tried to place myself in that room, watching my wife and Jana being fucked together. I came so fast I nearly ruined the laptop. I was left dazed and a little confused.

  My fantasy had honestly never included anything more than my sexy wife fucking other men while I watched. I was not ready to be in the room, but we had solved that problem. But now, something knew had happened, and it supercharged the fantasy for me. It was not the same as when Dana and that Hispanic girl had been fucked side-by-side. I knew Jana—she was not just some anonymous body to me. Seeing Jana as a little slut wife like my own Dana turned me on way more than I could have anticipated. Was my fantasy evolving? I didn’t know how I felt about that. I didn’t know how Dana would react if I confessed it to her. I did not want her thinking she was not enough. She was—this was just some extra spice.

  So was it right to encourage my wife to keep Jana as her wing-woman? Neil was a good friend and doing this to him wasn’t right. Maybe Jana was onto something. Maybe there was a way to bring him into the fold. I wondered if he could ever be like me.

  eight

  Dave and I had a normal night planned—like a normal couple—and I was excited. One of the things I regretted about our new dynamic was that we rarely went out like just two married people anymore. It’s tough enough to find date night time when you have kids, but it’s even rougher when those chances are used for Hot Dates. I had become used to going out on my own to meet men, while Dave stayed at home with the kids, that was not hard to arrange. I would try to wait to go out until the kids were in bed and Dave would happily take on all the responsibilities knowing what I would be doing while I was out. But when we had the c
hance to go out together, he still wanted to play our little games. He wanted to go out to a bar where he could hang back and watch me flirt with men—maybe more. I wanted to go out with my husband. I wanted to be on his arm and be his wife for the night. I missed the pride he had in showing me off. It was still there, of course, but it was from afar.

  When we were invited for an evening out to celebrate Lucas’s and Erin’s birthday, I jumped at the chance. They are not a couple, they just happen to share a birthday, and because of that it had become the tradition to celebrate it with one big party. It was several couples from my Mom’s Group, which meant that it wasn’t always the most exciting evening, but this year Lucas Hughes and his wife, Haley, had planned the evening, and they’d gone all out for the night. We were told to dress to the nines, because we were having dinner at one of the trendier downtown restaurants, Trellis, and then headed off to a club for some drinking and dancing. I knew what that would mean to Dave. I hoped I would not have to temper his expectations. He wouldn’t really expect me to get crazy in front of our friends, would he?

  Picking an outfit was difficult. I had plenty of perfect little numbers for the evening in my Hot Dates collection, but were they too risqué for an evening with our friends? I didn’t ask Dave. I knew what he would say. Even before I was a hotwife he loved to show me off—it should have been a clue that he harbored these fantasies—but back then I still dressed like a normal, but sexy, suburban mom. I also had to pick Dave’s outfit, because he is hopeless when it comes to dressing up. Dave is a rugged man’s man. He’s not the type who gives too much thought to dressing fancy.

  On the day of the party, Dave dropped the kids at his parents’, while I went out for a manicure and did some last minute shopping. My nails were painted silver, with a faint pattern of black lines. I thought it would go nicely with my dress. I needed to pick up new thigh highs. Wearing them was becoming an expensive habit. I rarely got to wear a pair more than once. Dave was showered, shaved and ready when I got home. He looked so sexy in his black sports coat that I nearly jumped him right in the kitchen. Sadly, we didn’t have time to have any real fun.

  When I descended the steps and saw my husband’s reaction, I knew I had chosen wisely. Although this was not a Hot Date, it had become our ritual for me to reveal myself to Dave when I dressed for a night out. The way he always looked at me sent chills down my spine, like he was seeing me for the first time all over again and deciding he had to have me. Dave gave a low, long whistle and grinned when he saw me.

  “You’re going to put those other mommies to shame, Dana.”

  “I don’t know, honey. There are some pretty sexy women in my group.”

  After trying on a dozen dresses, I circled back to the old standby, the LBD. And it actually was a dress I’d bought for our Hot Dates, back when we’d first started. It was essentially a body-hugging, sleeveless back sheath that fell above the knee—without being obscenely short—with a silver chain for a halter. It really showed off my body without flashing too much cleavage or leg. And the low back was just right for me to wear one of my sexy black lace bustiers underneath—something Dave would find out if he played his cards right. Who was I kidding? Dave was going to have my dress off about ten minutes after we left the club. Like the other couples, we’d taken a hotel room downtown so we didn’t have to worry about drinking and driving. It would feel weird to be in a hotel room with my husband, not a lover.

  “No one touches you, Dana. There’s not a sexier woman out there.”

  “Thanks, sweetie.”

  Trellis was much fancier than any restaurant Dave and I would have picked on our own. I could tell my husband didn’t feel quite like he fit in. He loves a good steak, but he’d rather have it in a casual steakhouse with a beer than a fancy place with subdued lighting and a wine list where the numbers looked like mortgage payments.

  The group gathered at the bar as we arrived, which gave me an opportunity to check out the competition. Okay, so my friends were not really competition, but everyone was dressed to the nines and trying to outdo each other. It’s just the nature of a group of women. It was strange to see everyone in cocktail dresses and not sweater sets and khakis. Marcie chose a white dress that draped her in the most flattering way possible, but Kelly’s blue dress was unadvisedly snug in the wrong places. I hate to sound catty, but a lot of times when we women have a chance to dress up we can go overboard. Haley Hughes’s dress was not overboard, but it made the most of her slender, model-like body. Her strapless black dress looked like it was painted on, and made me think I could have gotten away with one of my more risqué dresses. Haley was tall and toned, with long blonde hair—the kind of woman who turns heads when she enters a room—even when she’s not dressed like that. It’s why shorter, curvier women like me tend to dislike women like her, but my confidence has increased exponentially since I became a hotwife, so I didn’t give her much of a thought. I noticed Dave’s eyes glide over her, and I’m sure he appreciated her, but he did not gape.

  Dave did, however, pay a bit more attention to Erin, possibly because we have a similar look. We both have dark hair—Erin wears hers longer, and it was up—and big tits. Speaking of breasts, I was pretty sure Erin was braless. I didn’t see how she could possibly be wearing one, given the cut of her dress, which left little to the imagination. She looked amazing. All of that training she’d been doing had paid off. Based on where Dave’s eyes were focused, he seemed to be trying to solve the bra mystery for himself.

  “Don’t get caught staring,” I warned him with an elbow nudge. “Not all husbands appreciate other men staring at their wives.”

  Dave shrugged it off and drank from his bourbon. “She just looks really different, that’s all, even more than the other wives. Erin’s sort of reminding me of…”

  “Me?” I laughed softly. “That dress does look like it could have come out of my dating closet, but I don’t think I could wear it as well.”

  “You’re being ridiculous.”

  “Anyway, she really does seem to have changed a bit over the last few months, and it’s not just from doing a triathlon.”

  “Are you saying she’s…”

  “I have no idea, but I would never jump to that conclusion. It’s not common, is it? But I do know that her trainer is none other than Jana’s AJ.”

  Dave’s eyes widened. “Really? Tom had better watch out, unless that dress is proof he’s already made his mark.”

  “I can see what you’re thinking, and forget it. AJ does not sound like my type. I need to be able to have at least five minutes of conversation before jumping into bed.”

  “So do you really think Erin is sleeping with him? I wouldn’t have thought she was the type,” Dave said. We both found her husband Tom in the crowd and looked him over. I don’t know what we were looking for. It’s not like men with cheating wives have cuckold stamped on their forehead.

  “I agree. I would have never thought she was the type, but who knows? Do you think any of our friends would suspect what we’re up to? I’d like to think that we keep it well hidden. I guess it’s possible AJ has gotten into Erin’s pants. Something has certainly put a spring into her step.”

  Dinner was raucous. We were all seated at a big table and the free-flowing wine meant that we kept getting louder by the glassful. Lucas, with his crazy stories and his wit, was the center of attention, and it wasn’t just because he was the birthday boy. He is just one of those people who knows how to be the center of attention. He has a way of drawing people to him. Lucas and Erin—the birthday boy and girl—were seated beside each other, with their spouses on either side, but the way they were flirting with each other suggested they were the actual couple. It didn’t seem to bother his wife, Haley, but given the rumors about those two I was not surprised. Tom, on the other hand, didn’t look entirely comfortable with it—or did he? Erin’s husband looked like he was lost in his own thoughts for much of the celebratory dinner.

  Once dinner concluded, the par
ty moved down the street to some little club that I’d never heard of. Lucas swore it was all the rage. I was just happy it was not one of the places where Dave and I had been out for one of our dates. I could only imagine the awkwardness of running into someone I’d played with in the past.

  “What do you think about Tom?” Dave asked during the short walk.

  “You’re not suggesting…”

  “No, not that.”

  “Okay. I can never be sure anymore.”

  I laughed and gave his arm a squeeze. It felt so nice to be out as a couple with my husband for a change. Like the rest of the party, I’d already had too much to drink, and it was helpful to have Dave to cling to while I tried to walk in my silly heels.

  I regarded Tom, since Dave had brought him up. He and Erin were up walking with Lucas and Haley, but that was not quite accurate. Tom was a couple steps behind and Erin was really walking with Lucas. They were so close, she almost hung on his arm the way I did Dave’s. Tom looked annoyed, but it wasn’t just that. There was something else to the way he was watching his wife and Lucas. Anyone could see Tom was jealous, but there was also interest there. I thought I had to be reading into it, because it seemed to me he was showing the same kind of interest that Dave shows when I’m flirting with another man. That was crazy, right?

  “You see it, don’t you?” Dave said, noting me watching Tom.

  “I don’t know what I see honey. Yes, maybe something is going on there, but maybe we’re just reading into it because we’re predisposed.”

  I meant what I said to Dave, but when we arrived at the club I couldn’t help keeping an eye on Tom and Lucas and Erin. And Haley, too, but she seemed perfectly happy to let her husband flirt away. It made me think the rumors about them were true. And I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

  “Do you see Lucas with Erin?” Marcie gossiped, leaning in close to my ear. We were at the bar getting our martinis refreshed. “Do you think she’s one of their play partners?”