Hot Dates: Becoming a Shared Wife

by McCurran, Kirsten

  “Do you guys plan on abandoning us again tomorrow to sit on the lake with your rods in your hands?” Lisa asked. She sat beside Shane, with a hand resting on his thigh.

  “Like baking in the sun beside the lake is any more interesting?” Dave replied. I sat between his legs, resting back against his chest, and his arms wrapped around me. It felt good to be in his arms, bit it reminded me that what I really wanted was to be in his arms naked.

  “No, I guess not, but I’d think you’d enjoy the scenery hanging out with us more than you would staring at trees. But to each his own.” Lisa feigned disappointment.

  “You make a good, point, but we’re seeing you now,” Shane said, kissing his wife’s cheek.

  “It’s not the same, though,” I chimed in. I could not let Lisa do all the teasing. “We were wearing a lot less by the lake.”

  Dave chuckled. “You’re not wearing much now, babe.”

  “I can always put more on,” I started to get up, but he pulled me back down between his legs. I wondered if he was just referring to my little sundress, or my lack of bra. Either way, I knew he did not really mind. He liked that Shane kept flickering his gaze over to me when Shane thought no one was looking.

  “Don’t go and do anything silly like that,” Shane said hurriedly.

  “We weren’t just in our bikinis, we were also rubbing suntan lotion all over each other. I know how much you love to watch that,” Lisa said. Her hand landed on Shane’s thigh, awfully close to his crotch. He wore lose cut-off jeans, so I could not tell which side he favored that night—not that I would do such a thing.

  “It sounds like we did miss out. That sucks. There’s always tomorrow. I’ll make sure I give both you girls plenty of attention tomorrow,” Shane said.

  “We might just have to cover up then. I’m pretty sure I packed a one-piece I can wear,” I said.

  “You don’t even own a one-piece,” Dave said.

  “That’s because you don’t want me that covered up,” I teased.

  “Really?” Lisa asked, eyebrows shooting up.

  I silently cursed. That was not something I usually would have said in front of others, but all the wine had loosened up tongue. The fact that my husband liked to show me off was not something we typically discussed with other people.

  “I know I have a hot wife. I don’t mind if people know it. I’m proud of it,” Dave said confidently. “You can’t tell me Shane doesn’t like it when you dress up hot when you two go out.”

  “It’s okay with me if guys want to look. Lisa’s a piece of ass. A body like hers shouldn’t be covered up,” Shane said. He raised his glass and Dave matched him, even though they were too far apart to actually touch.

  “Amen, brother.”

  “Nothing I like more than being talked about like I’m a piece of meat,” Lisa said. The smile teasing the corners of her mouth said that she was not really upset.

  “It’s better than the alternative, isn’t it?” Dave asked.

  “I should probably just change into my bikini now and parade around for you guys then. Dana can join me.”

  “I’m not going to complain about that. You can even show us how you rubbed suntan lotion on each other,” Shane said. He thought it was a great idea.

  “I am not going to change into a bikini at this time of night. You’ll just have to ogle what you can see,” I said.

  “You don’t need bikinis. Underwear is just like a bikini, isn’t it?” Dave suggested. I could tell he thought he’d come up with a brilliant idea.

  “Why not? If I’m going to be objectified I might as well go all the way,” Lisa said. “Any other requests?”

  “How about a pillow fight?” Shane asked.

  “I think there are some bananas in there we could slowly eat for you,” I helpfully added. The boys really seemed to be getting into the idea of Lisa and me putting on a little show for them. That I thought it sounded fun showed just how drunk I really was.

  We were all laughing with the joke when Dave said, “Come on ladies, let’s go.”

  “Yeah, I’m all excited now. I want to see a show,” Shane added excitedly.

  “And what do we get if we do this for you?” Lisa asked. I could not believe it. She sounded like she was seriously considering it. It sounded fun in abstract, but I didn’t know if I was ready to just get up there and pose for the guys. I’d done little fashion shows for Dave, but those were for his eyes only.

  “I can’t speak for Shane, but I promise a lot of fun afterward,” Dave said, giving me a squeeze.

  I laughed. “I’m going to get that anyway. I can feel how horny just talking about this is making you.” His hard shaft was pressed hard against my back through his running shorts, and I encouraged it by discreetly grinding back against him.

  “She’s right,” Lisa agreed.

  “Isn’t your loving husband asking enough? Have I ever asked you for anything like this before?” Shane said.

  “What about that one time…”

  “Okay, so this is only the second time. Come on, baby.”

  “I guess so. But only because it will be fun to tease the hell out of you guys,” Lisa finally agreed.

  Lisa stood up and without any preamble, she shed her tank top, revealing a lace-trimmed black bra. Her tanned cleavage was pushed up and plentiful. She was unbuttoning her shorts when she paused and asked me, “What are you waiting for?”

  I had never agreed to anything. Lisa did not speak for me. But since she had agreed, I was pressured to go along. I’ll confess, I was a lot more receptive to the idea after all the wine I’d been drinking, but that still didn’t mean I was just ready to get up and put on a show for our husbands. And there was one other complication…

  “I’m not wearing quite as much as you,” I told Lisa, as if she didn’t know I was braless. “I’m not really bikini ready, so to speak.”

  “That’s even better!” Shane announced.

  I turned and looked to Dave, but he offered no help—only a smile. So was he okay with me stripping down and showing Shane my tits? It sure seemed like it. If my husband did not mind, why did I? I decided that if I was going to put on a show, it was going to be a show to remember. I let Lisa pull me to my feet.

  Okay, so now we were standing there, and I realized I had no idea what to do next. No, I’m not shy—obviously—but that didn’t mean I was prepared to get up and show off for the boys. Luckily, Lisa had some ideas. After she wriggled out of her shorts, she began to move around me, swaying to music that was only in her head. It would have helped if there was music playing, but that did not occur to anyone at the time. I jumped when she first touched me, her fingers grazing my shoulders and then moving down my arms. She held my hips and got them swaying in time to hers.

  “Shane, go into my bag in the bedroom and get my lotion,” Lisa instructed, crushing her breasts against my back. I felt a little silly being still dressed while she was in her underwear, but I was in no hurry to lose my dress.

  “Should I grab your toy, too?” he teased.

  “Hush! Don’t give away my secrets!”

  Shane returned with the lotion and Lisa told him to take a seat on the couch with Dave, saying, “We need some room over here.” The boys leaned forward, sitting on the edge of the couch as they anticipated what we were going to do. I was as curious as they were. Lisa must have decided my dress was not coming off if she left it to me, so she set the lotion down and pulled the straps from my shoulders. My loose sundress flowed to the floor and I fought the urge to turn so turn my back to the boys.

  "There, that's much better," Lisa said. She stood close behind me and whispered, "Relax, this is going to be fun. The guys are going to go crazy."

  "I think you're enjoying this too much," I replied, sotto voce. I didn't want the boys to overhear.

  "What's not to enjoy?"

  Lisa squirted lotion into her hand and I started when she touched me. It was cold and goosebumps covered my skin. The way my body was turned presente
d the boys with a perfect profile to see my nipples pucker up, and I risked a glance over to see that’s where Shane’s attention was focused. My husband, on the other hand, stared at where Lisa touched me. She did not just rub the lotion into my skin, like on the beach. This was more of a massage, and it felt really good. Too good. I could feel the tingle building in those familiar, yearning parts of my body and I told myself it was just because I was horny and drunk and because our husbands were watching. It couldn’t possibly have been because Lisa was touching me.

  I was not one of those women with fantasies about being with another girl. It’s become a stereotype that every woman has some secret longing to be with another woman and does some experimenting when she’s younger, but that wasn’t me. Not before that night. I could appreciate when another woman was attractive, and when Dave and I were out I we had a little game where I would point out the women I thought he would go for, and he’d always teased that he would love a threesome for his birthday, but I did not take it seriously, and it wasn’t something I’d ever thought about for myself. I’d never so much as considered kissing another girl. But when Lisa pressed her sexy curves against me and started to massage the lotion into my sensitive flesh, I felt something I’d never anticipated. I didn’t know what to do with those feelings and if we were alone I might have pulled away, but I was drunk and we were doing this to tease the boys, so I just tried to relax and go with it.

  Lisa rubbed lotion into my sides and her hands kept creeping around, first tickling my stomach, but then moving higher. I squirmed under her touch, and when her fingertips flickered at the undersides of my breasts my nipples yearned for her touch. I didn’t react that way when she rubbed the suntan lotion into me by the lake, but her touch was different this time. She was purposely teasing me—not just the boys. I saw Lisa in a whole new light. I never even suspected this side of her. She gave my butt a hearty squeeze and I jumped, then she told me to, “Turn around.”

  We were well past any pretense of showing the guys what they missed at the beach. Our husbands watched eagerly as Lisa grasped both my breasts in her slippery hands. I gasped and closed my eyes. I couldn’t help it. There was no hiding the way I reacted to her touch. It felt like she had some experience doing this—beyond with herself—she massaged my breasts perfectly and the way she pinched and tugged my nipples made me weak in the knees. I held onto her shoulders and swayed to the rhythm of my pounding heart. My entire body heated up and the sparks shooting from my nipples to my pussy set it blazing. It was unfair. I couldn’t be expected to resist Lisa’s touch after being so cruelly teased earlier. But then, no one expected me to resist, did they? I think everyone in that cabin would have been disappointed if the touching had just been a quick, silly show. Lisa’s teasing was exquisite, and the burning pleasure in my nipples became more than I could bear. I had to push Lisa’s hands away. The room was dead silent, except for my pulse pounding in my ears. Everyone was dying to know what was going to happen next.

  “I guess you should do me now.” Lisa’s smile was devilish. A quick flick of her fingers unclasped her bra and her breasts came tumbling free. I should have said tits, because that’s what they were. Big, beautiful, round tits, the kind every guy drools over and every girl wishes she had. Seeing them there, so close and naked was not the same as seeing them in a bikini top, or even in her bra. I only ever looked at her body in the casual way one woman looks at another, deciding how I measured up in comparison—not in the sexual way I did now. Lisa’s tits were so full and pretty. For the first time, I could see what attracted guys. I find men hot, and I’ll never be more attracted to a woman than a man, but there is something beautiful in the curves of a woman’s body that the male body lacks. I was fascinated by how different her nipples were than mine. Mine are puffy, and more of a pale pink that darkens when I get excited, but Lisa had wider areolas, and her thick nipples stood out plainly from them like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. They left no doubt she was as excited as I was. Staring at Lisa’s tits, I didn’t know where to begin.

  “We don’t need to pretend anymore, do we?” she asked, and I mutely shook my head, forcing my focus to her curved red lips and away from her chest. Her tits crushed against mine when she pulled me close, and it felt odd to have those impediments between us.

  Lisa’s lips were warm and her tongue tasted like wine. Her cheek was smooth against mine, very different from kissing a man. She was not soft or delicate, the way I thought it might be to kiss a woman. Lisa went after it just as greedily as any man would. Her teeth pulled at my bottom lip before she thrust her tongue in my mouth. The kiss was so powerful, it didn’t leave me any time to think, all I could so was react. And it was the kind of kiss you had to react to. It was so hot that I forgot who I was kissing for a while and just kissed her back. She was playful, and I responded in kind, wrapping my arms around her while our lips and tongues battled.

  We moved on from kissing, and I followed her lead. A big, soft area rug covered the floor in front of the fireplace, and Lisa pulled me down onto it. Her hands pushed inside my panties and squeezed my butt, I ran my fingers through her impossibly thick hair. I liked having all that hair to play with while we kissed. Her lips found their way to my neck and I purred when she nibbled on my delicate flesh. When I tightened my fingers in her hair, Lisa moaned—so she liked to have her hair pulled. That was good to know. Our tongues tangled again briefly when she moved to kiss the other side of my neck, and then that sweet warm pleasure flowed through my body once more.

  I was so lost in Lisa that I hadn’t given our husbands a thought since we started kissing. I opened my eyes to see Shane staring at us in disbelief. I guess he didn’t think I would go this far. That made two of us. I was more concerned about what my husband might think, but Dave only looked pleased and excited. He looked like a longtime fantasy was coming true. The guys were talking to each other in low voices, so I only found out what they were talking about when Dave told me later.

  “Holy shit,” Shane said. “I can’t fucking believe this!”

  “It’s hot.” Dave was more interested in watching than talking, he later told me.

  “I’ll be honest, Lisa’s kinda into girls, and I’m totally cool with it, as long as I benefit. But I had no idea Dana was into it.”

  “Me neither. This is a new one.”

  “Do you guys do stuff like this, like, a lot?” Shane asked. Dave said he got the impression that this was not the first time Shane and Lisa opened up their relationship. We would find out later that was true.

  “No, never before.” Dave still wasn’t paying much attention to Shane.

  “But you’re cool with it?”

  “Oh yeah. Who wouldn’t be?” Dave showed enthusiasm for the first time.

  “I don’t know how much longer I can just hang back here and watch. The girls are too hot. What about you?”

  “I’m good here for now. I’m enjoying the show.”

  “So you don’t mind…”

  Dave understood what he was asking. Shane would not be asking if he was okay to play with his own wife, Lisa. No, Shane wanted to play with me, too. And Dave’s answer really should have been my first concrete clue to his secret fantasies.

  “Go for it. Have fun, buddy,” Dave said, slapping his friend on the back.

  I jumped when Shane joined us. I don’t know how much time passed after Dave gave him the go-ahead, but I know he did not just rush right over. I was on my back on the floor and Lisa was on her side, teasing my nipples with her amazing mouth. She really knew how to drive me crazy—even better than my husband, who was the best I’d ever been with. She would suck and use her tongue until I thought I was going to scream, and then back off, leaving me gasping when I got a handle on my crazy moaning. I knew I was putting on quite a show for the boys. I was touching Lisa too, kneading her big tits, but I couldn’t focus well enough to return the pleasure she gave me.

  Lisa said, “Hey, babe,” and I opened my eyes to see Shane kneeling besi
de her. His shirt and shorts were gone, and the wide head of his cock poked freely from the fly in his plaid boxers. He stroked his wife’s back and moved her hair aside to kiss her neck. He was close enough to touch me and a shiver ran through my body. Was this going to turn into some kind of orgy? And where was Dave?

  Dave still sat on the couch, watching with this really intense look on his face. He did not seem bothered that Shane was getting in on the action. If anything, he looked even more excited. Didn’t he want to be in on whatever freaky sex thing was about to happen? It looked like he really just wanted to sit back and watch us. I had a fleeting thought that Dave could hold this against me later if I went through with it, but that worry was easily drowned by all the wine I’d had and the throbbing in my pussy.

  Lisa resumed feasting on my breasts and Shane leaned down and kissed me. Not knowing at the time that Dave had given his permission I was pretty shocked and didn’t know how to react at first, but I’ll be honest, I couldn’t resist. I was horny and I wanted all the attention I could get. I always knew I could lose control and get crazy when I was drinking and fooling around—that explained a lot of the things Dave and I got up to—but that night was the first time I realized that in the right situation all of my limits melted away. If Dave was just going to sit there and watch us, I could not worry about how he would react to me kissing his friend. One arm held Lisa’s face to my chest and I wrapped the other around Shane to pull him harder into the kiss.