Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife

by McCurran, Kirsten

  Dana made her grand entrance soon after. She was so hot, I just stared. There was nothing fancy about her outfit; it was a simple black tank dress, but it made the most of her sexy body and was low-cut in the front and stopped well above the knee. It was long enough to be decent, but only just. The way her black pumps shaped her legs made the dress seem even shorter. A diamond heart pendant I’d gotten her for an anniversary drew the eye right to her tits, which looked spectacular in that dress. Our daughter told Dana she looked pretty, which was the understatement of the year.

  I jumped off the couch, leaving the screaming kids behind, and swept her into the hallway for a long, deep kiss. She reached between us and grabbed my cock. I shivered and felt weak for a moment.

  “I guess you approve,” she said with a little laugh.

  “It’s going to be hard to keep such a babe to myself tonight.”

  “Then you’d better stake your claim early.”

  The doorbell rang and Dana twisted away to answer the front door. It was the sitter, who seemed to give my wife a quick, disapproving look. She was only in her early 20s, and maybe she didn’t think a mom should dress that way. I wondered what her perspective would be in ten or so years. We gave the kids a quick goodbye and were out the door.

  ~~~

  It only took Dana about fifteen minutes to realize we weren’t headed to any of our regular haunts for dinner, and she became suspicious when we left our area. At first, she sat silently staring at the window and fidgeting, and then she moved onto playing the satellite radio in my truck, in search of a song she liked. She settled on the 90s on 9 channel, probably more to annoy me than anything else. My wife has always been a fan of pop music, while I am firmly a rock n roller. When she could not take it anymore, she finally asked where we were going.

  “I have a surprise before we get to dinner,” I said.

  “A surprise? What are we really doing tonight?”

  “We’re having dinner, but there’s something I want to show you first.”

  “And it’s all the way down here?”

  We’d travelled around the city, rather than into it, and we were in one of the fringe suburbs on the opposite side of the city from where we lived. I wanted Dana to feel safe. I turned down a darker, quiet street and came to a stop in front of a nicely remodeled duplex. I shut off the truck.

  “Okay, why are we here?” Dana asked.

  I could tell she was waiting for a set up, and it bothered me that she did not trust me more. Ever since we started with the hot dates, I’d never been less than honest with her. Besides, what did she think I was up to? Did she really think I’d gone out and found a guy on my own for her to fuck and this was his house? If I wanted to do that I easily could have. I had tons of offers from guys who wanted to be her “bull” on the message board I belonged to, but I wasn’t interested in that, and I didn’t think she was either.

  “This is the surprise. Come on and check it out.”

  “Dave, what’s waiting for me?”

  “I don’t like how suspicious you are.” I tried to make it sound like a joke.

  “It’s just a little weird that you said we were going to dinner and now here we are on the other side of the city, sitting in front of some strange house. It feels like something is going on.”

  “Just trust me. I think you’re going to like this.”

  Dana followed me out of the truck and I couldn’t help admiring the way her dress rode up when she climbed out of the truck. I can never keep my eyes off of her sexy body. I took her hand and led her up the walkway to the left side of the duplex. Each side was divided into two apartments, and I led her to the downstairs one on that side. She gripped my hand tighter when I pulled a key out of my pocket and unlocked the door. I flicked on the lights to reveal…

  …an ordinary apartment! I thought I’d done a pretty good job with the decorating and the furniture, at least for a guy. There was a large, soft beige leather couch in the living room, with a matching loveseat off to the side. They were both oriented around a large flat screen mounted on the wall. Dana looked around like she was expecting someone to jump out at her. She even ducked her head into the kitchen, which had nice marble countertops and brand new stainless steel appliances. I’d spared no expense in creating this home away from home.

  “It’s very nice, but why are we here? Whose place is this?” Dana asked.

  “It’s ours—yours. Or to be more specific, it belongs to whoever you choose to be that night.”

  “Mine? What are you talking about?”

  “I set this place up for you, babe. This is one of those investment properties I bought and renovated. It’s two apartments on each side.”

  “Right. You bought these to rent, right?”

  “That was the plan, but then I came up with a better idea.”

  She still did not seem to follow. I didn’t think my idea was that crazy, but I explained it anyway. “When you go out on a hot date, we have two problems. The first is that if you want to play, you’re stuck either going to the guy’s place, or to a hotel. We both know that’s not exactly safe, but we’ve sort of accepted it.”

  “Right,” she agreed. “And I never go off with anyone I get a bad vibe from. But you’re saying you set this place up for me to bring my dates?”

  I just stood there, grinning like an idiot, happy she’d finally gotten it. I was waiting for her to be as excited as I was. She walked around the living room, examining it with a different eye now that she knew what the apartment was for. She ran her hands over the couch and tested how well-padded it was. I hoped she found it as soft and nice as I had. I picked it with Dana being nude on it in mind. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked down the short hallway that led to the rest of the apartment, and I let her wander by herself. There was a full bathroom off of the hallway, a second bedroom and the master suite. She came back in a couple minutes and still looked neutral.

  “This isn’t bad, I think I can work with it,” Dana said.

  “I figured you’d put your own stamp on it. It shouldn’t look like a guy picked everything out.”

  “You did a good job, hon.”

  “So why don’t you seem as excited as I am?”

  Dana looked thoughtful. “I don’t know. I feel like this cements everything for us. Setting up this place was a big, expensive step.”

  “We can afford it,” I assured her.

  “I know. It’s not that. I guess I just still thought of what we were doing as fooling around—like some experimental thing. Maybe even just a phase in our marriage. But this place makes it the thing we do know. We’re a hot wife couple.” It sounded like she had to force the words out. “We’re those people now.”

  “You still don’t ever have to do anything you don’t want to. I don’t want you to think that me setting up this place means you have to keep going if you don’t want to. I just thought you were enjoying yourself.” I circled around the couch and stood by her behind it. “Really, I just thought his would make things easier.”

  “I do, and this place does. I mean, yes, I am having a good time and I wasn’t thinking about stopping. And having home turf to bring a guy to makes me feel better. I just feel like this brings everything to the next level, that’s all, and I wasn’t prepared.”

  “So you like it?”

  “I do, really. It was an awesome idea.” She smiled and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. “You said this solves two problems. What was the other?”

  Rather than tell her, I chose to show her. I took a rather complicated looking remote from the coffee table and turned on the flat screen. Once it warmed up, I switched to HDMI 3 and entered a security code. I thought it was important that some guy couldn’t just pick up the remote to check the baseball scores on ESPN and stumble across our private network. A view of the living room from above came up on the screen. The screen displayed my back and Dana in front of me.

  “What?” Dana asked, momentarily confused. She began looking around
the room, then checked back with the screen, then looked around again, until she located where the camera must be, in the corner of the room. “There’s a camera in here?”

  I chuckled. “There’s more than one camera in here, babe. I have five cameras in here alone.”

  “I don’t see them.”

  Dana stared up at the crown molding, but she was not going to spot the tiny hole for the camera concealed up there. I flicked at buttons on the remote and scrolled through the cameras in the room—every angle was covered. Not every camera was concealed high, either. One was hidden in the frame of the flat screen itself, another in a statue on the bookshelf. I would be able to see virtually anything that happened in that living room.

  “Wow, that’s…creepy,” she said slowly. “All of those cameras are completely hidden. There is no way to tell you’re being filmed.”

  “That’s sort of the point. It’s like a high tech version of the camera you carry. They have sound too, I just have it turned down so there’s no feedback.”

  “I’m guessing there’s cameras in the bedroom, too.”

  “Every inch of this apartment is wired for pictures and sound, except for the hall bathroom—and you have to manually turn on the one in the master bath. Also, the master bath has a reinforced steel door, so if something goes wrong you can hide in there.”

  “That’s a good idea. And where will you be watching from? I’m assuming you’ll see all this live.”

  “I can watch from anywhere. I can be home with the kids while you’re on a date and watch from my iPad at home. I can control all the cameras remotely. But it does record, too.”

  “You thought of everything.”

  “I hope I did.”

  “I guess I really am going to be your own personal porn star now.” Dana said it quietly, like she was testing the idea in her mind, trying it on for size.

  “You shouldn’t think of it like that. I just finally have a way to be there without really being there. You are okay with that, aren’t you?”

  If she wasn’t, I had to wonder why. Was she doing things with these men I wasn’t privy to? The thought both excited and frightened me. I liked to think I had some control over our situation, some hand in deciding what happened, but that was just an illusion, I realized. Dana could be out there doing anything when I was not there, or the camera was not on. I always knew that, but I didn’t think about it. That only took me to dark places.

  “Oh, I’m okay with it. I like to make little movies for you. That’s the best part, knowing you’ll see how bad I am.” An evil smile crept over her red lips. “I like to think I’m your little porn star.”

  “You do?”

  “Oh, I do. And now you’ll be able to see the whole show. Do you think you’re ready for that? Do you want to see everything?”

  “Yeah, uh, I think so,” I stammered. The way she looked up at me, with those dark rimmed eyes, made it difficult to think. It only became harder when she began rubbing me through my jeans.

  “Your little slutty wife can be quite dirty you know,” she said.

  “I know. I’ve seen it.”

  “But sometimes I’m so hot that I can’t wait until we get to the bedroom and I can turn the camera on. Sometimes the guys want me so bad that they attack me the second we’re in the door, and I just can’t resist.” Her voice was low, seductive.

  “I’ve seen you’re naked sometimes when you turn the camera on.”

  Dana pulled my jeans down and went to her knees with them. “But now you’ll see how I got that way. You’re going to see every dirty second.” She fisted my cock and licked the end. “There’s a lot of dick sucking you haven’t seen. Do you like to see me suck dick?”

  “Yes,” I gasped. When she sucked my head in between those pretty red lips it was difficult to talk.

  I fumbled for the remote, which was balanced on the back of the couch beside me. I switched to the view from the flat screen itself, which was the perfect angle to catch Dana sucking my cock. It was kind of surreal to be watching her blow me on the screen instead of looking down and watching her do it. I couldn’t help but feel I was watching her with some stranger, even though I felt my shaft sliding in and out of her mouth. It was the best of both worlds—not only was I watching my wife perform, but I was also receiving amazing oral.

  Dana noticed I was watching the screen instead of her and she looked up to watch herself. Her eyes went wide and I thought she might stop—she’s not a huge fan of watching her videos with me—but instead she started sucking me harder as she stared at herself on the big flat screen. She seemed fascinated to see herself like that in real time. She took me deeper and deeper into her mouth, her tongue working its magic along my shaft.

  With the touch of a button, I zoomed in tighter, so all we could really see was her sucking cock. Now it really did seem like she was blowing a stranger because my face was out of the frame. Normally, Dana would be looking up at me while she went down, but now she just kept watching the screen.

  The wet pop when she took me out of her mouth sounded impossibly loud in the silent apartment. There was no other sound except for my moans. The flat screen was muted so there wouldn’t be any feedback. Dana gave a long lick up the underside of my shaft and then sucked my balls, watching herself the whole time.

  “You like watching me suck these dirty balls, don’t you?” she teased.

  “Yesss…”

  “I bet you’re pretending I’m doing this to someone else aren’t you?” She knew me so well. When I didn’t answer, she added, “You like it best when I’m down on my knees being a whore.”

  “Fuck, yes!”

  “You know what I love? I love sucking on shaved balls. I love how they feel in my mouth.”

  Now she was driving me crazy, because I knew she was not talking about me. I groom down there, but I don’t think I would ever take it to shaving. She’d mentioned Carlos had shaved balls. Was she thinking of him while she went down on me? It shouldn’t have, but that made me shiver and moan and I braced myself against the couch. She stroked my shaft while she sucked on my balls and she had me at the edge way too quickly. I watched the screen and I was convinced she was with someone else—some stranger she’d picked up at a bar. I told myself Dana was sucking that stranger’s cock because she needed it. And that was about all I could take.

  Dana had barely popped me back into her mouth when I exploded. She choked on it at first, and a little cum ran from her lips. But my wife knew what she was doing, and she easily swallowed the rest of my load, moaning with pleasure as she did. She sucked me until I went soft in her mouth then wiped away the bit that escaped with her fingers, and licked those clean. She got to her feet and kissed my cheek.

  “You really are too easy, honey,” she said. As she walked back to the master bedroom, she added, “I think this set up could work.”

  I couldn’t agree more. And I couldn’t wait until she brought someone “home” so I could try my new toy.

  nine

  Dave was proud of the little set-up he’d put together, and I have to admit, it was pretty ingenious. He really had thought of everything. It did scare me that he was so into this hot dates thing that he was willing to spend thousands of dollars to make a special place for me to play. I’d meant what I told him back in the apartment—this cemented us into being in this lifestyle in a way he hadn’t been before and I wasn’t entirely sure I was there yet. But I put all that out of my mind because I did have a good time teasing him, and it left me on a high. It was exhilarating to watch myself on that big television. Seeing it like that—while I was doing it—made me feel hot and dirty in a way that watching videos at home with my husband didn’t.

  We arrived at the restaurant in good spirits. It felt sexy as we walked into the little Mexican place and noticed a couple of the waiting men looking me over. The one got away with it without his wife noticing, but the other got a shot to the arm for his trouble. Coming from the apartment, I felt like I was sending out some sign
al that I was available, despite the fact I was there with my husband. It was not supposed to be a hot date night, but it didn’t feel that way—especially when I caught Dave scanning the place, looking for men who could be potential lovers for me. I know that look he gets.

  There was a fifteen minute wait for a table and we spent it at the bar. I had a margarita, Dave had a Dos Equis. The bartender was a busty Latina with her glossy black hair pulled back into a long ponytail and I was proud that my husband only had eyes for me. There were a handful of other couples in the bar area, and a group of guys who were sitting in the corner and looking up at the college football game on the television hung in the corner. Dave’s gaze kept going back to them and I knew exactly what he was thinking.

  “Are we on a date, or a date tonight?” I asked.

  “What do you mean?” I could tell Dave knew exactly what I meant.

  “I mean, are you out for a nice night with your wife, or are you looking to pimp me out tonight?”

  Dave smiled and was about to answer when he was saved by our name being called. He quickly settled the tab and led me into the dining room. He held out my chair, like a proper gentleman, while I sat and then busied himself with the menu. Since he stopped scouting out prospective candidates for my bed, I let it drop.

  As soon as our waiter came, I knew the game was back on. He was a tall, handsome young guy named Travis. His thick, black hair brushed his collar and although he was dark complected, he looked more Italian than Mexican. He was dapper in his crisp white shirt and black tie and I’ll admit I gave him more than a passing glance when he approached our table—even if I thought he was way too young to be my plaything. He didn’t even look to be twenty-five years old. It seemed the appreciation was mutual. Travis barely noticed my husband when he arrived at our table and focused entirely on me. I know he was looking at my legs as he walked up, and then he seemed to work his way from my cleavage to my face. He turned on a handsome smile that I’m sure had charmed more than one coed out of her panties. Did he think it would work on me?