Hot Dates 3: Consequences of Being a Shared Wife

by Kirsten McCurran

  “Is she pretty?” I thought I detected a note of jealousy in Jana’s voice.

  “Erin’s pretty, sure. She’s not like va-voom—at least she wasn’t before.”

  “It could be. Listen, I don’t know that AJ has a type, you know? I think it’s probably toned and willing. And I don’t think husbands coming after him scares him. He can take care of himself.”

  I tried to picture mild mannered Tom going after a guy like AJ, and I just couldn’t see it. On the other hand, he looked like he wanted to lay out Lucas. “It wasn’t just her clothes. She was really flirting with another husband there.”

  “Is that a bad thing?” Jana smiled.

  “It can be if your husband isn’t as understanding as Dave. Erin’s husband looked like he wanted to kill someone. But there was something else, he also looked kind of excited by it. I know that look from Dave.”

  “So you think this Erin is fucking AJ, maybe even other guys, and her husband is into it?”

  “Maybe.”

  “And that’s what got you all riled up?”

  “I could see it was getting Dave excited, and I wanted his attention back on me.”

  “It sounds like a good night was had by all, except for maybe Erin’s poor husband.”

  “I wonder if there’s a subtle way to ask Erin about it, without outing myself. Probably not. Anyway, speaking of kinky couples, how is your quest going?”

  Jana had to drain her martini before answering. “I don’t think it’s happening. I’ve been dropping hints in bed, trying to get Neil into the fantasy, but he’s just not biting.”

  “Sorry, hon. I’m not sure this is something you can put into someone. Either someone’s going to be into it, or they’re not.”

  “You didn’t know you would like it until you tried it.”

  “Not this specifically, but I’ve always been open, and Dave knew that. No, I never went out and picked up strangers before, but I’ve always been willing to try anything. And there was that threesome I had all those years ago—the one where Dave just sat back and watched. So it wasn’t like Dave was asking some prudish schoolmarm to put on sex shows for him. Neil didn’t show any interest at all?”

  Jana smirked. “The only time he perked up was when I teased him about you joining us in bed. That really got him going.”

  It was nice to know I could still blush. “That’s…interesting.”

  “Are you still going to try to pretend that Neil doesn’t have a thing for you?”

  Of course I knew he did. I just didn’t think about it—not in any serious way. “That’s not the direction you’re trying to go, though.”

  “It could help.”

  “How?” I shook my head. “It’s crazy.”

  “Is it?” Jana waited to watch my reaction.

  “Yes! How does that even help you?”

  The waitress brought our salads, so we had to pause the insanity. It was sinking in that Jana could be serious. She was really proposing that I had a threesome with her and Neil. Even after all the stuff I’d done, it seemed ridiculous. They were just our friends, and we had a hard line keeping those aspects of our lives apart. Dave had some nutty fantasies, but I don’t know if he’d go for something like that. Would I? Would Neil? He did not seem like a guy who would know what to do with two women in bed. The waitress left and we continued.

  “I was thinking that if I give Neil what he wants then he might be open to giving me what I want.” I could see it on her face. Jana was totally serious.

  “Let me get this straight. If you let Neil have a threesome with me—”

  “Honestly, it doesn’t have to be a threesome. You could just seduce him.”

  Was she serious? “Okay, I fuck Neil some way, and that means he’ll be cool with you screwing other men?”

  “That’s about it. It’s the only plan I can think of at the moment.”

  “You need to go back to the drawing board. First of all, if I just came over and tried to seduce Neil I bet he’d freak out.” In that moment, I tried to imagine it. Neil was not a bad looking guy. It wasn’t about that at all. I’d just never really thought about him and sex. Now that I did think about it, though, seducing a clueless Neil could be a lot of fun. I did enjoy playing the seductress. But, no. Even if Dave was okay with it, it might wreck our friendship.

  “Second of all,” I continued. “Even if the me-sleeping-with-Neil part goes off without a hitch, who’s to say he’ll be cool with you sleeping with another man. It could just make everything worse.”

  Jana’s eyes gleamed. “The risk might be worth it.”

  “I would ask Dave if I didn’t think it was so crazy.”

  “Maybe I’ll ask him next time we have one of our Saturday nights. I bet I could convince him.”

  “I don’t think that conversation would go too well.”

  Unfortunately, Jana’s expression did not change. I knew her mind was not going to stop working on this until she figured out a way to make her plan happen, damn the consequences.

  ~~~

  “That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard,” Dave said, when I explained Jana’s plan to him. “You cannot force the hotwife fantasy onto someone.”

  “I’ve tried to tell her that, but she doesn’t want to listen. She’s heard too many of my stories. She wants to have her cake and eat it too.”

  Dave chuckled. “And she wants you to be the icing.”

  “Very funny.”

  “Listen, Jana’s really hot. If you guys ever want to…”

  “Don’t you start. Am I the only one who hasn’t lost her mind?”

  “I am not endorsing her plan. I’m just saying, seeing the two of you on that video…”

  “We did not do anything together.”

  “But it could have easily gone that way. I bet those guys would have liked it to.”

  “I’m sure they would have,” I conceded.

  “I’m not pressuring you, Dana. I’m just saying that if anything ever happens between you two, I’m cool with it. Just please get video!”

  I pressed up against him and put my hand on his crotch. We were in the kitchen and the kids were occupied in the family room. A quickie wasn’t possible, but Dave was up for one. I rubbed his bulge and felt him grow harder. “I could always invite her over, if that’s what you really want.”

  Dave gulped. “You little tease.”

  “I know you’d love a front row seat to Jana and I undressing each other. But then, you might like it better if we got Neil involved. Then you get the best of both worlds—you get to see me with Jana and Neil fucking me.”

  “Shit…”

  He grabbed the counter behind him and I felt him shaking while I softly kissed his neck. Seducing my husband had become painfully easy. I might have liked more of a challenge, but it was good to know that he was still so hot for me after so many years. Not a lot of wives get that.

  “You want to see Neil fuck me, don’t you, baby?”

  “Dana, we can’t go there…”

  “But you’d love to see it, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes…”

  Now that I was really thinking about it, the fantasy of fucking Neil was getting me horny too. It was so wrong—to fuck one of our friends, to take that risk—that it was so hot. I thought about all the speculation I’d been engaging in around Erin and Tom. If we’d noticed something about them, did that mean our neighbors had suspicions about us? I tried to be discrete, but you never knew what people saw, or what they said behind closed doors. If I did something as crazy as have a threesome with Jana and Neil, was there any way to keep that quiet? I was horrified at the prospect of being outed, but at the same time the danger was intoxicating.

  Before we could go any further, we heard a wail from the family room, followed by a cry for parental assistance. I peeled away from Dave and let him go handle it while I finished up dinner. But my mind was not on meatloaf. No, my thoughts were much more forbidden.

  twelve

  Steve pic
ked me up right on time. I invited him after he told me how pretty I looked. It was nice to have my effort appreciated. I was dressed for dinner at a nice restaurant. We both knew what this date was about, but I didn’t want to look like a total slut. I was going to make him buy me dinner first. Besides, just because he was handsome it did not mean he was going to get into my panties. He still had to impress me first.

  I was glad Steve looked like his profile pictures. Too many men did not, in my experience. He was in his 40s and tall, with short, graying dark hair. He might not have been as fit as his photos suggested, but he looked handsome and distinguished in his expensive dark suit. I felt him watching me as I moved around the condo to pick up my purse and a jacket. My red shirt dress from Express moved with my body in the most flattering way, and fell to about mid-thigh. It tied with a sash in the middle and the row of buttons only reached the deep V that exposed my cleavage. I matched it with a chunky necklace and knee-high leather boots for a fun, sexy look that said I was a nice, normal suburban MILF who knows how to have fun.

  We did not spend a lot of time in the condo. I only invited Steve in so my husband could see him on the camera. It was the same reason I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, because I knew it would get Dave going. Steve held the door of his BMW for me, which earned him points, and we chatted on the drive to the restaurant—mostly about him. I did not mind that. Now that I’m used to dating again, I’ve found that most accomplished men really like to talk about themselves. And since almost everything I had to say was a lie, it made it easier on me anyway.

  The restaurant was upscale, but not too fancy, so I fit right in, though I may have been just a tad sexier than the other women. Their companions noticed, and I enjoyed the eyes that followed me on the short walk to our table. I could tell the attention puffed up Steve’s chest too, which was a bonus. He was the type of man who liked an attractive woman on his arm, and he wanted people to notice. We were close to the corner and I sat with my back to the room. I didn’t think I would be recognized there, but it was better not to take chances.

  Over a couple shared bottles of wine and a lovely tilapia dish, I learned more about Steve than I needed to know. I’d known he was divorced, but now I knew it was because he had been unfaithful and got caught. He cheated with a nurse. How stereotypical. He probably decided I was not in a position to judge him. He explained he was far too busy for regular dating, and that he’d figured out he just wasn’t cut out for marriage. But he still had his needs, and he preferred seeing married women because he did not expect them to want more than an occasional good time. He was right on all those counts. When he finally got around to asking about “Diana,” my alias for the night, I began laying out my cover story.

  “You know how it is after being married a long time,” I said, as he refilled my wine glass. “It starts to get stale. You’re more going through the motions than anything else. I don’t want to be bored.” I tried to think about what I would say if I really was Diana, because I didn’t feel any of those things. It made me think about Erin and Tom again. If Erin was sleeping around, was that the reason—boredom? Jana never really explained why she did it. It was just something she needed, apparently.

  “I know what you’re describing, but I don’t know that I would say I was bored. I was just at work more than I was home. I spent more time with her than I did with my wife.” Steve tastefully did not use his mistress’s name.

  “I have that problem, too. My husband is not around very much.” I engineered a naughty smile. “And there’s only so much fun my favorite toy can give me. It’s no replacement for the real thing.”

  Steve was very reserved, but I saw a flicker of excitement in his eyes. He was probably picturing me on my back, working some big vibrator over my clit. “So is this something you do often?”

  “Often enough.” A cryptic smile this time.

  I was enjoying being Diana. Steve’s body language told me that he was more than ready to jump into bed with me. He stole a look down at my cleavage every time he thought he could get away with it. His glaze also fell to my wedding rings more than once. Did he need a reminder I was someone else’s wife? It was still strange to be on a date and wearing my rings, but it worked for being Diana. Diana was not afraid to take what she wanted—something she and I had in common. It worked with my growing confidence. I didn’t feel the need to sit back and wait to be seduced like I did at the start of all this. I had decided that Steve was going to get lucky tonight, but he didn’t need to know quite yet.

  “I guess it’s easy to sneak away if your husband is always away.”

  “I don’t do it every time he takes a trip. I need to be in the mood, and I tend to be picky. I’m not going to go out and just screw the first guy I meet.”

  “I should consider myself lucky then.”

  “If you play your cards right,” I teased. “Do you meet up with married women all the time?”

  “Only when the mood strikes me. Like you, I’m pretty picky.”

  “Is it my turn to be flattered?”

  “I’m sure men are flattering you all the time, Diana. How often do you have to hold your own door? I bet guys do things for you all the time, just to be nice.”

  Steve was right. I was not one of those women who tries to deny her looks play a part in how she’s treated. But I do not dwell on it, either. I knew enough to enjoy it when it happened, but not live off of it. If I tried to get by just on my looks, I would be in for a rude awakening in a few years. How many of us find that we’re suddenly just not as interesting, or as funny, when we get into our forties? It’s not fair, but it is the way the world works.

  “How about we get out of here and I see what you can do for me?”

  ~~~

  I just couldn’t get settled. Dana was out on a date, and I was waiting for her to show up in the condo. She had texted me that things were going well, so I was anticipating a show. I’d watched Steve pick Dana up on the video feed, and when I saw he matched his profile I suspected he would end up in my wife’s bed.

  Dana met Steve on a dating site called OkCupid. She was nervous about turning to a more conventional dating site, but after the Ashley Madison hack we were done with that site. We took precautions, of course. Dana was on there as Diana, and her face was never clearly visible in the handful of photos she posted. The pictures were from a distance, or the side, with her hair hanging in a way to obscure her face. “Diana” came right out and admitted she was looking for someone to entertain her while her husband was away on business. We both thought it was hotter if her lovers thought she was cheating, for some reason. My wife had no shortage of perspective paramours.

  I had felt unsettled in the past when Dana went on dates, but this felt different. Before, it was all anticipation. She was on those dates on her own and she would try to record whatever happened on a little hidden video recorder she carried. Setting up the love nest took some of that away, and it had been incredible watching my wife with her lovers in real time video. I had it set up so that I didn’t miss a thing. It was the perfect solution—or so I thought.

  Things had changed for me since that night in the hotel room. Now I was fidgety because I felt like I was missing out on something. In the pit of my stomach I knew that just watching Dana on video would not be enough. I was at war with myself. I desperately wanted to be there—in the room—while my wife was getting fucked, but I was still terrified of being called a cuckold.

  To men like me, there is a difference between what we do, which we call hotwife, and being a cuckold. The cuckold seeks humiliation. We just want to see our wives pleasured. My wife having sex with other men does not make me less of a man. But I just knew that if I sat there openly in the room while Dana had sex, the other man would be thinking what a pussy I am. What kind of man wants someone else to fuck his wife? You must have a tiny cock! No. I would not expose myself to humiliation. I had plans to alter the condo so I could be there, but I hadn’t been able to do the renovations yet.r />
  Movement on the screen of the tablet caught my eye. Dana came into the condo, with Steve close behind. They moved through the narrow entryway, which had a coat closet and a powder room off of it, into the living room. Dana barely had time to put her purse down when Steve was reaching for her. I got the feeling that something had gone on before they entered the condo. Dana would tell me later if it had. He pulled my wife into a deep kiss and she only feigned minor resistance.

  The sensitive mics in the condo picked up everything—the click of Dana’s boot heels on the parquet floor, the rustling of their clothing, the wet sounds of their kissing, and the little gasp my wife made when she pulled away from him.

  “Why don’t I get us some drinks?” Dana suggested, turning and moving toward the kitchen.

  Steve caught her arm and pulled her back to him. Her back was pressed to him and he held her there, while running a hand down the front of her dress. I knew the look on my wife’s face. She was excited by his aggression.

  My heart began pounding. It had taken some getting used to, seeing other men being so aggressive with my wife. Despite my twisted fantasies, I still had a protective urge and part of me wanted to intervene. Once, I’d fought that urge too much while watching—too excited to see what might happen—and a guy Dana picked up at a bar crossed the line. I was barely there in time to drag him off of her. I’d been in the car right next to them that time. Now I was miles away, so I had to trust Dana could take care of herself. There were little stun guns secreted around the condo, and the door to the bathroom was reinforced, if things ever got really out of hand.

  “Is that really what you want, Diana?” Steve said in a low voice.

  His lips were right by her ear. I watched them on a split-screen. One camera was mounted about the television, and I mostly saw them from behind on that one. The other camera was on the other side of the room and provided a perfect, head-on view of them. His hand pressed even lower, touching her pussy through the dress. Dana was very still in his arms and closed her eyes.