Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife

by McCurran, Kirsten

  “Fuck me, you two. Oh God, fuck me,” she moaned. She didn’t even sound like herself. Was that the coke talking? I know it makes you feel invincible and euphoric. Did that make the sex too good to resist? I wanted to blame her abandon on drugs.

  Javier fed her his cock once again and Carlos took her from behind. Now he could really fuck her hard, and he rammed that thick piece of meat into her. Javier had her hair balled in his fist and essentially fucked her mouth. Dana bounced between those two pricks in a frenzy. It was impossible to separate her moans from the sloppy sucking sounds coming from her throat. The guys used her roughly and it looked like she just wanted more. Gabi laid to the side and played with herself. In my deviant mind, I wondered how she would jump back in. I couldn’t imagine Gabi was done for the night.

  fifteen

  It was almost like it was all happening to someone else. Don’t get me wrong, I felt every wonderful second of it, but after I did that bump of coke it was like a demon took over my body and I was shoved to the side—along for the ride, but not in control. The demon was invincible. The demon wanted to fuck every way possible, and do it all night. The demon wanted to prove she was the hottest piece of ass these guys—and Gabi—would ever meet.

  The guys double-teamed me and I wiggled my ass for more, while sucking Javier like a madwoman. I only fleetingly noticed Carlos was not wearing a condom. The demon didn’t care. There was no time to slow down for condoms. They used my body and it felt like I was impaled by one long, incredible dick. If it had just been Carlos fucking me I would have come multiple times, but I was a little distracted by the cock being pushed down my throat. When they changed positions, and my mouth was finally free, the demon begged them to keep fucking me.

  They really had leverage to fuck me when I was on my hands and knees. Carlos rammed my pussy ruthlessly, and he pounded an orgasm out of me immediately. I screamed into Javier’s cock and nearly choked on him. He was relentless shoving that thing into my mouth. I tried to keep up, but it didn’t matter. Javier was in charge of my mouth, he pulled my hair to screw it—which was hot—and I eagerly waited for him to finish. I wanted him to come in my mouth, but I knew it would be a better show for my husband if he came all over my face.

  Yes, my husband. What must Dave be thinking watching his wife descend into the depths of slutdom? No matter what he would say to me later, I knew this was what he wanted. Dave wanted me depraved and out of control. He wanted me ready to fuck anyone, anytime. And now that he finally had it, where would we go?

  The guys wanted to reposition me again, and I happily went along with them. They both pulled out and Carlos’s wet cock slapped my butt. I was sort of half on my side and Javier had my legs pulled far apart—one was in the air, I think. He was on his knees and he started screwing me like that. Carlos held my head near his crotch—I was sideways—and he fed me his cock. He was gentle at first, not like Javier had been. I tasted pussy on his shaft and I hungrily sucked it, knowing it was from both me and Gabi. I sucked him lovingly, hoping to show him I was still his girl. Crazy, since I have a husband. Carlos looked down at me sucking him and it wasn’t quite love in his face, but possibly admiration. Knowing I’d impressed him made me so happy and I sucked him even more passionately.

  Gabi came back into the picture. She started by touching me. Javier fucked me with long, steady strokes and she rubbed my clit. God, that made me see stars. It only got more intense when she leaned in and started sucking my breasts. I cried into Carlos’s prick that I was coming, and I seemed to just have one orgasm after another.

  It struck me like a lightning bolt in that moment. I really love being used. Yes, I knew I liked going out there and getting attention and having some hot guy climb all over me. That was a thrill I’d become almost addicted to. But just being stripped and thrown around by a bunch of strangers like this—being their piece of meat—was intoxicating. They took me as they pleased, and I just kept coming and coming. It was animalistic and primal and it was a stronger high than the coke I’d done.

  Gabi was still rubbing my pussy while Javier fucked me, but now she was playing with Carlos’s smooth balls while I sucked him. She stroked my hair and kissed my cheek, cooing encouragement.

  “Suck his beautiful cock, Di. It’s so wonderful. You love that cock as much as I do. Show him,” she cooed.

  I would have agreed, if I’d been able to speak.

  “Is she a good cocksucker, papi?” she asked.

  “Di’s fucking mouth is wonderful. She sucks the cock so good. She’s a perfect little slut. Aren’t you, Diana?” Carlos grinned down at me.

  I nodded as best I could, and Gabi used that as an opportunity to steal that prick from me. She pulled it away and stuffed it in her mouth. I pouted, but it wasn’t like I was left alone. Gabi still rubbed my pussy while Javier fucked me.

  “God, that’s good. Fuck me,” I begged. “Gonna come again…”

  Gabi passed the cock back to me and pushed it to suck Carlos’s balls while I worked his shaft.

  “You fucking girls. Holy shit,” Carlos grunted.

  Two girls working on him was too much for Carlos. He began coming in my mouth, but jerked my head back by my hair. Gabi and I played our roles perfectly. Our mouths hung open and Carlos painted our faces with his hot jizz. I climaxed too and for some reason Javier pulled out of me while I was in the middle of it.

  Gabi pushed me onto my back and kissed me. She was all tongue, licking the cum from my face. I helped clean her too, and together we shared Carlos’s load. It was so hot and slutty. Dave’s mind had to be blown.

  Javier turned Gabi onto her back and started fucking her, holding her legs in the air. I could only guess that the coke was making him take forever to come. Gabi seemed happy about that. She screeched and demanded he fuck her harder. Carlos and I rolled to the other side of the rocking bed. It was the closest thing to privacy to be had at the moment.

  “Are you okay, Diana?” he asked, kissing my forehead, about the only place he hadn’t sprayed his cum.

  “Yes, baby,” I sighed. I could feel my eyes were as big as saucers. I must have looked like quite the coked out whore.

  “This wasn’t quite the night you planned, is it?”

  I shook my head. “It feels like a dream.”

  “You’ll come down, Diana. And then you’ll find out who you really are.”

  “I’m yours, Carlos. I’m yours to use.”

  “I know that. I know that.”

  I had so much to say to him, but it was hard to concentrate when he kept touching me like that. His hands were all over my body, teasing me—keeping me horny. I’d climaxed so many times, and yet I wanted more. I was jealous of the couple besides me because they were still screwing—at least for the moment. Javier growled and he finally came, buried inside Gabi.

  Carlos whispered in my ear. He ordered me, “Lick Gabi’s pussy.”

  I crawled over and pulled the prone girl around so I could get between her legs. She looked mildly surprised. I tried to give my best seductive smile. I didn’t really know what to do, so I just dove in and started kissing her swollen, used lips. She tasted like sex, there’s really no other way to put it. She was musky and sweet and tangy. My tongue dipped inside her and I tasted Javier, too. His taste was distinct from her, but then blended nicely. I don’t know that I really cared about all that. I was mostly performing, both for my lovers in the room and for my husband at home. I’d avoided this intimate act with my friend years ago, but now I was eagerly diving in and licking a virtual stranger.

  Gabi was going crazy, so I was doing something right. She pulled my hair and closed her thighs around my head. I could hardly hear when she screamed for me to lick her clit. I not only licked, but I sucked that little button, just the way I like it. It’s a sure way to make me come, and it worked like a charm. Gabi flooded my mouth and I lapped her juices until she stopped writhing. I slithered up her body and kissed her, wanting her to taste herself. I was only there for a moment before
Carlos pulled me off and started fucking me again.

  The night became something of a blur after that. I know I took another bump of coke from Gabi, and that made it harder to climax. Not impossible, but more difficult. But it also made me just fuck and fuck and fuck. I was with Carlos and Javier separately. I think they took turns on Gabi and I. Then I was with Javier and Gabi. Somehow, I ended up in bed alone with Carlos and he was just holding me while I was shaking and trying to calm my body. I passed out that way, like someone just threw a switch.

  ~~~

  I awoke with a start and I was alone, clutching at a sheet. The bad dream slipped right from my mind and it felt like I’d only passed out a second ago. But Carlos was gone and his side of the bed was cold. He’d been gone a while. I wearily looked up at one of the cameras and wondered if Dave was still watching. Did he watch my lover slip out of bed and sneak out on me?

  The bed was torn apart. My sheet wasn’t even tucked in any longer and was twisted around me. The room reeked of sex, what I imagined a whorehouse smelled like in the morning. I peeled myself from the bed and nudged the curtain aside. The sky was deep blue satin. Dawn was right around the corner.

  God, it hurt to move. Everything hurt, especially between my thighs. I thought the first time with Carlos had been rough. I finally understood what it meant to be fucked so much you walk funny. I had this weird, spread-legged gait. The muscles in my legs were incredibly sore, like I’d done an entire day of yoga. My breasts were so sore from so much rough handling. My nipples screamed when I brushed them. This was the price to pay for being an all-night whore.

  The door to the second bedroom hung open and the bed was torn apart, but vacant. Javier and Gabi had retreated there together at some point, but I wasn’t sure when. The night was a blur. It only took another moment to realize the entire apartment was empty. My new friends had scampered without saying goodbye. I’m not shy about being nude, but it did feel weird to be walking around a strange apartment with no clothes on. I took a water bottle from the fridge, drained it, and gingerly walked back to the shower. A dull headache had been hanging in the back of my head, but now it was pounding its way to the forefront.

  A long hot shower will revitalize me under ordinary circumstances, but this time it wasn’t enough to bounce me back from the all night orgy. Come was matted in my hair and I felt it dried on my body and it felt good to get clean. I washed my hair three times and scrubbed and scrubbed until I was pink, but in the end I still felt like a slutty wife who’d been fucked all night. I wiped the fog off the mirror with a fluffy towel and I still looked like I’d been partying all night. The fresh-faced suburban mom was nowhere to be found.

  After my shower, I realized a detail that had been missed in the planning for the apartment. I really should have clothes there for afterward. I was forced to redress in my party clothes from the night before. The skirt was on the floor beside the bed and wasn’t too bad, but my top was crumpled and thrown into the corner of the living room, and it looked like it when I pulled it on. Even with a shower, I would be doing a walk of shame. At least it was unlikely anyone would see me creeping home at that hour.

  ~~~

  The sun had been up for about twenty minutes when I pulled the Prius into the driveway beside Dave’s truck. The brightening light was painful, despite my big sunglasses. I quietly closed the car door and began the shaky walk to the front door—much more difficult in heels—when Jana’s voice froze me in my tracks.

  “Wow, honey. What have you been up to?” she said.

  I looked back over my shoulder and there she was in neon running shoes, black yoga pants, and a fleece. She was running in place and I hoped she would just keep moving, but no, she came up the lawn to meet me.

  “Hey,” I grunted. I was not in any shape for chit-chat, and I had to assume Dave was inside waiting for me. Thinking of that, I thought maybe stalling wasn’t so bad.

  “You look like you’ve been ridden hard and put up wet. Where were you all night?” Jana asked, looking me over. “By the way, hot outfit. I had no idea you even owned anything like that. I may need to raid your closet.”

  We could not stand in front of the house discussing why I was out all night, not with me dressed this way. I hustled Jana past the garage, through the gate, and into the backyard. I dropped onto one of the chaise lounges by the pool. It felt awesome to be off my feet.

  “Don’t worry. I don’t think anyone else caught your walk of shame. I didn’t see anyone else out this early, but you never know who’s looking out of their window,” Jana said, taking a seat across from me.

  I thought about how before I’d been proud to wear one of my date outfits, but they typically weren’t as revealing as that. I had to sit carefully to avoid flashing my friend. “Good God, I hope no one saw. I was trying to get home sooner.”

  “Home from where? It looks like you were out on your own last night, unless Dave is still passed out somewhere.”

  “He’s home,” I grudgingly admitted.

  “And he didn’t mind you going out last night dressed like that? I mean, I know he loves to show off his hot little wife, but not many guys would be cool with that.”

  “He knows.”

  “And he knows you were out all night?”

  Now Jana was prying, because I was only giving basic answers. I didn’t know the answer to the last question. Dave could have fallen asleep at any point. And I didn’t know if he would be up yet, though the kids would take the choice away from him soon.

  “Dave knows I was out,” I answered simply.

  Jana could tell I was hiding something and was not ready to let go. “Girls night out?”

  “Something like that. I was hanging out with friends.”

  “Listen honey. If you really don’t want to talk, I’m not going to make you, but something’s obviously going on. That’s a booty call outfit, not a hangout with friends outfit. Maybe Dave’s a little too into showing you off to realize that, but you’re not fooling me. I know you’re up to something.”

  I raked my fingers through my hair. Maybe it was because I was so exhausted and easily worn down, or maybe it was because of how crazy it got the night before, but the truth was on the tip of my tongue. There wasn’t a lie Jana was going to believe, and I didn’t want to lie to her. I wanted to tell her the truth and ask if she was ever conflicted when she was screwing her personal trainer.

  “You’re right,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

  Jana just looked at me, wordlessly asking, About?

  “This is a booty call dress. I wasn’t just out with friends.”

  “You little slut!” Jana covered her mouth in shock. “I never would have guessed that you…”

  “It’s not what you think. I’m not sneaking around.”

  “Not very well anyway.”

  “Dave knew where I was going. I didn’t lie to him.” It was important to me that she didn’t think I was running around on Dave—even if the truth was going to sound bizarre.

  “So Dave knew you were going out last night to meet another guy and spend the night with him?”

  “I didn’t plan on being out all night.”

  Jana laughed. “You must have had a good time, because you look terrible—in a good way, like you earned it.”

  I allowed a little grin. “It was an…interesting night.”

  “I’m jealous! How did you get this arrangement? How do I get Neil to let me go out and fuck all night?”

  “It’s complicated.” I didn’t know where to begin. I was sensitive to my husband’s feelings about being exposed, but it wasn’t only his secret to keep.

  “Do you guys have an open marriage I can’t believe I told you to loosen up.”

  “It’s not an open marriage, like I said, it’s more complicated than that. I don’t think there’s time to explain it now. I really need to get inside before the kids get up.”

  “I would say so. This isn’t the mommy they’re used to.”

  “
Haha. Listen, we’ll have lunch and I promise I will explain everything. It’ll be a relief to get it off my chest, really. Just for now, know I’m not sneaking around, Dave knows, but we’re not in an open marriage. And for chrissakes, keep it to yourself. You can’t even tell Neil. Promise me!”

  “I wouldn’t know what to tell him. Don’t worry, you’re secrets are safe with me. God knows, you’ve kept enough of mine. Just be careful, Dana. You get into this stuff and things can go wrong really fast.”

  “I know,” I replied. How wrong had things gone the night before? “I will.”

  We hugged and Jana went out through the gate, while I unlocked the back door to the garage and then went into the house. I was relieved by the silence. The kids were not up yet. I didn’t smell that Dave had started coffee, so he was probably still asleep. That was not the case. As I turned the corner to go up the steps, he called out from the den.

  “I was wondering when you were going to come home.”

  I took a deep breath and turned to face him. Dave was on the couch, and it was obvious he’d spent the night there. His laptop was on the floor beside the couch, plugged into a charger. He looked almost as bad as I did. I chose not to mention running into Jana. He did not look like he was in a place to learn we may be exposed.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t even remember falling asleep. I just sort of woke up, and there I was.”

  “That’s understandable, considering the night you had. By the way, it was around four. You and Carlos were alone, fucking again—though honestly it was more intimate than fucking—and after you finished, you two just sort of fell asleep holding each other.”

  “Dave…” I didn’t know what to say.

  “I guess things got a little out of hand last night,” he said. He didn’t sound angry, but he didn’t sound happy either. He was frighteningly neutral.

  “I know. I don’t even know how. We were out, at the club, drinking and dancing, and we met up with his friends, and things just started rolling from there. No one made me do anything, but I didn’t really feel like I was in control either.”