“That’s because you hardly ever have to wear them.”
“You have a point. I don’t miss dressing for work every day.”
“And look at you. You’re just out running around, but you look adorable.”
“Stop it.”
“I’m just saying, I bet all the bag boys offer to carry your things at the supermarket.”
“Really, you’re starting to embarrass me.”
“You blush way too easily, hon,” Jana said. “You should enjoy the attention while you have it. Girls like us have what, another good ten years?”
“I’m not ready to be put out to pasture yet.” It was funny how Jana lumped us together, considering she was more than five years older than me. I loved my friend, but I hoped when I hit 40 I wasn’t as obsessed with holding onto my youth as she was. “And you don’t look like you’re ready for the glue factory either.”
“But it takes so much more work to hold onto now.”
I laughed. “Work you enjoy.”
“What are you implying?”
“We both know what I’m implying, you tramp. How’s AJ, anyway? Been working your glutes?”
Jana had the grace to look embarrassed, but only for a second. “I wouldn’t know. It’s been a while. I need to make an appointment.”
AJ was the personal trainer Jana had an on-and-off fling with. It wasn’t more than a few times a year, as far as I knew—mostly when Jana needed the ego boost. I guess AJ was a man like Carlos, who was happy to take advantage when the chance presented itself. When Jana had first told me about her trainer a couple years earlier I’d been scandalized. You never think one of your friends is the type to cheat—no matter how much of a shameless flirt they may be.
“Do you think Neil has any clue?” I asked.
“About AJ? Absolutely not. I’m very careful, and it’s not like I’m sneaking out to see someone a couples times a week. You know I just sort of indulge myself with AJ when I need a particular itch scratched. I wouldn’t even call it an affair.”
“But if he did, how do you think he would react?”
“I’m sure he wouldn’t be happy. How would any husband react to an affair?” Jana seemed baffled by my question. “Do you think Dave would be dancing in the street if you cheated?”
If only you knew, I thought. “I don’t know. Some guys are kind of happy to be relieved of the burden of dealing with their wives.”
“I guess, but Neil is not one of those men, and I doubt Dave is either. Are you trying to tell me something? Dana, you little slut, are you fucking someone?” Jana looked very amused by the prospect and drank nearly all of her martini. I was sorry to burst her bubble.
“No, I’m not trying to admit to an affair. The guilt would eat me up. I don’t think I could screw around behind Dave’s back.” My choice of words was deliberate. “I was just thinking that if AJ gives you a pressure release now and then and you’re not going to run away with him, should Neil mind?”
“That’s some progressive thinking; the kind of thinking I doubt many husbands are capable of. Even the cheating ones seem to think it’s okay for them to go out and chase tail, but god forbid if their wives sleep with another man. What’s up, Dana? You definitely sound like something’s on your mind.”
There was something very much on my mind, but I couldn’t just come out and admit to it. I was being a coward. Somehow I just didn’t think Jana would understand it if I tried to explain the hot wife lifestyle to her. Yes, she was sleeping with her personal trainer, but casual cheating was a world away from sleeping with other men to turn your husband on. I decided on another tact.
“Has Neil ever asked you do to something—does he have any fantasies—that you just don’t get? I mean, sexually.”
“I know what you mean, Dana. Is Dave asking for the butt? Is that what this is all about? If it is, just use a lot of lube and try to relax. It only really hurts at the beginning, and you might even like it—although it’s not really for me.”
“No, Dave did not ask for anal!” I blurted out. Realizing I might have said it too loudly, I slumped down into the booth, embarrassed.
“Well, you know I think he’s a hottie. If he wants it and you’re not into, tell Dave I’m good to go.” Jana laughed.
“I’ll make sure I let him know. But this isn’t about that. I’m just curious if Neil’s ever brought anything up in bed that just sort of threw you, made you think about him differently.”
Jana appeared to really think about it. Our food came and she asked for another martini. “I don’t think he’s ever asked for anything too freaky, but I might not be the best judge of that. I’m up for just about anything. Threesomes are fine. I’m sure Neil would love one with you, if you’re interested.”
“Uh, no thanks,” I answered quickly. Then I thought about how Dave would love to watch me with Jana and Neil and added, “Maybe someday. We’ll see. You’re going to need a lot of wine.”
“You’ve done it, haven’t you? You’ve had a threesome!” Jana deduced.
“Not so loud!” I was sure the guys in the booth behind us were having a great time eavesdropping. “Yes, there was this time years ago when we went away for the weekend with another couple and…things happened.” It seemed like a good idea to pretend the threesome with Zach and his roommate never happened.
“I would have never guessed, but then you two are a little too perfect. The Double D’s are a pair of freaks.”
“Hey, don’t you dare tell anyone,” I insisted. “It was a very long time ago. We’d been drinking all day and it was late and like I said, things just happened.”
“I’m not judging, hon. A threesome with the right people can be totally hot.”
“You and Neil?”
“Only once. It was for his 30th birthday, so it was forever ago. But I had my share of fun back in college. A lot of crazy shit happened at those raves in the 90s.” Jana brought us back on topic. “So does Dave want another threesome? Isn’t his 40th birthday coming up? What did he ask you, hon?”
“Forget about it. It’s nothing really. Dave just said something that really surprised me recently and I was wondering how to take it. You know, you’ve been with someone for a long time and they just say something that makes you look at everything in a different light.”
“I’m not sure there’s anything sexual Neil could ask for that would really throw me, unless he asked me to get a strap-on.” Jana’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, did Dave ask for gay stuff?”
“No! Absolutely not,” I insisted. I could see I wasn’t getting anywhere. There was really no way to talk to Jana about what was going on without just saying it, and I was not prepared to do that. I was too afraid of being judged. “Just forget I ever said anything. Really.”
“Are you sure? It sounds like something’s really on your mind.”
“I don’t think it’s anything,” I lied. “Dave probably just said it at the wrong time and I wasn’t prepared for it.”
“Maybe. I just can’t see sweet Dave asking for anything so crazy. You’re probably being too hard on him.”
“Probably,” I agreed.
“What you need to do is go change into one of your cute little sundresses—you know, one of the short ones—leave a few buttons open, and bring your husband lunch. Let him know you’re still his little sexpot. He would love that.”
“And so would the other guys on the jobsite.”
“I’m sure they would.” Jana gave me a weird look, like she knew Dave liked other men seeing me that way.
I guess it was obvious to our friends that Dave liked me dressed up. They just didn’t understand the extent of it. Dave would love to see all those guys staring at me as I strutted into his office with a surprise lunch. Knowing all his guys wanted to fuck me would probably make him so hard I’d have to at least blow him in the trailer. I smiled thinking about it.
“If you’re really lucky you’ll run into Jay on your way in,” Jana said dreamily.
“You thin
k? Why tease the poor boy? He can’t have the boss’s wife,” I giggled.
“But he sure wants her.”
“Stop it.”
“Please. I did my best that night, but studly Jay only had eyes for you, hon. I’m not sure your being the boss’s wife would have stopped him.”
I recalled that night in the laundry room when we were standing so close. The atmosphere between us was so charged. I could feel Jay’s attraction to me, and he didn’t seem particularly interested in fighting it. If Dave had left us alone maybe the younger man would have made a move. What would I have done if he’d kissed me? Instinct probably would have kicked in and I’d have given myself to him. And if Dave came upon us kissing, would he have withdrawn? Lingered and watched? I would have swore before that my husband would draw the line at playing with someone from work, but I wasn’t so sure anymore. The doubts I had that night resurfaced.
“Judging by the look on your face, I don’t think you would have stopped him either.”
“Jana,” I protested.
“You wanted that boy toy as much as I did, didn’t you?”
“Wanting and having are two very different things,” I said, hoping to placate her.
Jana laughed. “I think you want to have him! Dana, you sly little thing.”
“I told you, I couldn’t live with the guilt of cheating.”
“It’s worth a try for a guy like Jay, if you ask me.”
I just shook my head and buried my face in my hands.
“You should put on that little dress, shake your ass on down to the jobsite, and see who grabs you first.”
It was a hot fantasy—but no. “Okay, time to change the subject.”
“You really need to loosen up, hon,” Jana said, patting my hand.
Jana let me off the hook after that, much to my relief. She was pretty tipsy by the end of lunch and I asked if she should be driving back to the office, but she insisted she was okay. I only took her word for it because her office was right there. We parted with a hug and a promise to get together again soon. I would like that, but sending me on hot dates seemed more important to my husband than socializing with our friends.
Sitting in the Prius, I dug out my burner phone and saw a slew of texts from Carlos. He was suggesting I sneak out and meet him during his meal break, and then he tried to entice me by suggesting what he would do to me if I did. Handcuffs were mentioned, giving me a dangerous thrill. When I hadn’t responded to that, he asked for another picture. I could just imagine him sitting in his squad car with his partner showing off the nude selfies of the hot married woman he was sleeping with. And when I hadn’t replied to that text, he promised to punish me the next time he saw me. That could be fun, I thought. I fired off a reply:
-Punishment? What did you have in mind?
Carlos did not immediately respond. I knew he was probably busy, but I did wonder if he was torturing me back. I quickly glanced around, and seeing the coast was clear, I pulled up my shirt and sent him a shot of my sexy bra, despite knowing he could be sharing my pictures. Honestly, it was hot to think Carlos thought I was hot enough to show off. I gave him a couple minutes to respond and then got on with my day.
eight
Dana looked surprised and suspicious when I told her I arranged for the babysitter so we could go to dinner. It had been a long time since we’d gone out together with no agenda other than having a nice night out. I insisted I was not planning on it being a hot date, but in the back of my mind that was a possibility. It was always a possibility for me now. I just couldn’t help it. If we were out somewhere and some guy starting checking her out—which always happened—my mind immediately went there. If we could have a nice dinner and then have a little dirty fun afterward, I didn’t see the harm in it. I knew Dana might not agree.
It was hard to find a balance, bringing this lifestyle into our normal lives. How much was too much? I wished I had an answer, but my brain has been all over the place. Back when we started, my fears ruled a lot of my decisions. I was super excited for my wife to go out and do this thing for me, but there was still the fear that it could all backfire. What if Dana decided she liked the excitement of going out and finding strange men more than she liked being with me? And when we started I took her at her word that she was not interested in having sex with anyone else—it would only be fooling around with other men. I may have been hoping she would change her mind, but I didn’t think she would. But Dana did exactly that, which brought with it new dangers. At that point, I was sure I only wanted her to have one night stands. I didn’t want to risk Dana forming an attachment to anyone else. But as soon as the opportunity presented itself I encouraged her to go and see Zach again. I was still uneasy with that arrangement, but every time I watched a video of Dana fucking that younger man it gave me such a thrill that I couldn’t wait for her to go back and see him.
So who am I to answer the question of balance? How many nights a week should my wife be going out to meet other men? Ask me three times and I’ll give three different answers, depending on my mood. I love Dana and want her home with me, but the desire to have her out there, being bad, is so strong. The best I could do is trust her to decide. Dana is probably the more rational one when it comes to our hot dates.
I ran upstairs to change for dinner and caught her in the midst of getting ready. I just had to stop and admire her. She caught me watching and smiled, then continued getting ready. She likes to reveal herself to me before she goes out on a date, but seeing her getting ready is hot, too. I used to help her pick outfits, but her confidence has grown to the point where she knows exactly what to choose.
Dana was beside the bed, in nothing more than a pair of see-thru lace black panties. The panties weren’t a thong, but they did cling to her ass and climb into the crack like they’d been airbrushed onto her pale skin. The matching black bra was gauze-thin, completely see-thru, and didn’t offer much in the way of support. Her firm, round tits would be jiggling for whoever cared to look all night. My hardening cock made it difficult to change into the pair of nice jeans I was wearing for the night.
“Is it supposed to be chilly tonight?” she asked. It was the end of September and the dregs of summer weather could be unpredictable. It was blue skies and beach weather one day and downright chilly the next day.
“I think you’ll be cold in that no matter what it’s like outside,” I replied.
“Then I’ll just have to find someone to warm me up. Are you up to the job?” After clasping and adjusting her bra, Dana came around the bed and reached up to put her arms around my neck.
“I don’t know if I’ll be quick enough to get there first.” I chuckled, but the briefest frown flashed across her face. Dana was looking to a nice night with her husband, not an evening ending in a stranger’s bed. I wanted to make love to my wife very badly, but more than that I wanted to see someone else doing it? It was crazy that I wasn’t sure of my answer, but if she knew my surprise I’m sure she would have understood.
“If you’re not, it’ll be your loss.” She gave me a peck and turned to go back to dressing.
“I’ll have you if I want you,” I said sternly.
I caught her wrist and turned her back to me. She needed me to assert myself and prove she was still truly mine. I forced her back against me and just about lifted her from the floor to roughly kiss her. Dana whimpered and went slack in my arms as she submitted to me. I usually take the lead in the bedroom, and I know she likes a strong man, but it was unusual for me to just seize her like that. Her hands moved to my chest, but not to push me away. She grabbed fistfuls of my shirt to hold onto me.
“You think so?” she breathed between kisses. “Prove it.”
With a quick turn, I dropped us both onto the bed. Dana chased my tongue back into my mouth and I pushed a hand inside her panties. My finger was barely between her lips and I felt she was damp already. I’d always loved that my wife was ready to go with little or no foreplay—she’s a guy’s dream—but I swe
ar since she’s been playing with other men she is constantly horny. There isn’t a time when she isn’t already damp when I touch her. I teased the nubbin of her clit and her body jerked.
“Oh, Dave…”
“I may chose to share you, but you will always be mine first,” I whispered. I teased her clit until my fingers were soaked, then I pushed my jeans down and awkwardly kicked them off.
“Yes, I’ll always be yours baby.” She helped me push my boxer-briefs down and scrambled out of her panties.
Dana was incredibly hot when I pushed inside her. She felt so good that I thought I might come before I even got started, but I only just managed to hold out—not that it mattered. I’d hardly started moving when we heard a shriek from downstairs.
“Dammit, the door,” Dana sighed.
I’d left the door open just so I could hear what was going on downstairs. I was not expecting to get sidetracked. The babysitter was not there yet, so I was just going to run up and change and run back downstairs. I didn’t think the kids could destroy anything that quickly, but they constantly surprised me in that regard. I’d left them with a video playing and a mountain of blocks hoping that would keep them occupied while I was out of the room.
The door had to be closed, at the very least, so I pulled out of Dana with a grunt of frustration and crossed the bedroom. I thought there might still be time for a quickie, but I heard another shout from the family room, followed by a scream for, “Mommy!”
“Goddamit,” I swore, snatching my jeans from the floor.
“I guess I’ll just finish getting ready,” Dana said. She actually looked amused. I guess she could handle being interrupted better than I could. “Maybe you’ll get lucky later.”
“You think?” I smiled.
“If you’re quick enough.” She returned my smile.
Part of me hoped I could run downstairs and settle things with a stern word so I could get back to the bedroom for a quickie, but a major feud had broken out between brother and sister and I had to sort it out. By the time I got back to the bedroom, the bathroom door was closed, so I just grabbed a shirt and returned downstairs.
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