Hot Dates: Becoming a Shared Wife
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Shane started touching my breasts as his wife moved further down my body, pulling my last remaining garment down my legs. Just like that I was naked in front of our closest friends, and my husband continued to just sit back and watch it all unfold. Shane wasn’t quite the kisser Lisa was, but I was so hot I couldn’t help enjoying it. And his kissing was the last thing I thought of when he roughly pinched my nipples and gave them a pull. The sharp pain made me gasp, but I liked it—it was the salty to the sweet of Lisa stroking my pussy. I was soaked down there, letting her know just how much I was enjoying her touch. She slipped between my legs, put one of them up over her shoulder while she parted them.
“Oh God!” I cried. It seemed loud enough to blow the windows out of the cabin, and I swear I came the second Lisa’s tongue touched my clit. She was done teasing and licked and sucked on my clit like making me cum was her life’s goal. Two fingers pushed inside me and I could hear how drenched I was as they mercilessly fucked me. Shane and Lisa were the perfect tag team, and I don’t know how long they kept me screaming and writhing in that cozy cabin.
Only when the couple allowed me a moment to breathe did I finally remember Dave was there watching us. I was too out of it to think about anything except how amazing it all felt before that. The look on my husband’s face gave me chills, and almost made me climax again. He had never looked at me with that mix of hunger and pure lust before. He looked like he wanted throw me down and ravish me until I begged for mercy—which I never would. Seeing Dave like that made me want to perform for him—to keep everything going—so when Lisa kissed me again I pulled her hair and attacked.
I have tasted myself before, but tasting the sweet tang of my own pussy on Lisa’s lips was a wonderful aphrodisiac. Shane was there, touching us both, and kissing Lisa’s neck. He pulled her lips from mine and they kissed. It was hot knowing he tasted me on her. It quickly turned into a jumble of smoldering kisses—Lisa and I kissing, Shane kissing me and her. I could not believe Dave was just sitting there and watching. Surely he wanted in on the fun!
It was Lisa’s turn to lay back and be ravaged, and Shane and I enjoyed her to the fullest. I had a lot of fun playing with her tits; the rougher I was, the more she seemed to like it. Her pussy was even wetter than mine when I touched it. She was shaved bare back before it was so fashionable, and it was a little strange to feel her smooth mound. My fingers slipped right over her sex as I found her clit. Lisa cried out encouragement, exclaiming, “Fuck, Dana! Do it! Do it!”
Shane’s hand joined mine, and while I rubbed her clit, he fingered her and Lisa climaxed, pounding her fist on the floor as she twisted beneath us. I had a lot of fun playing with Lisa and Shane, though I wished it was my husband there beside me making our friend cum. I snuck glances back at him whenever I could, and he just kept watching with that intense look, while rubbing himself through his shorts. I was waiting to see the stain that would show he’d cum too.
Lisa had her arms around both of us while we sucked on her tits side-by-side, and I felt the slight downward pressure indicating that she wanted our kisses down below. As much fun as I was having, I didn’t know if I was ready for that. Lisa had done it for me, so I felt like I should, but luckily Shane took the decision out of my hands and moved down. Maybe he sensed my hesitancy? Shane started licking her, and Lisa really lost it. I kept playing with Lisa’s tits and kissing her, and together we made her cum again before she pushed us both away, begging for a break.
I was pulled into Shane’s arms while Lisa recovered beside us. Her pussy tasted strong on his mouth and I liked it. Maybe I was ready to go down after all. I was really into kissing Shane, but warning bells went off in my head. Playing with both Shane and Lisa was one thing, but this was really just me and Shane. Dave liked other men drooling over me, but I didn’t think he would be too keen on seeing me with another man, one-on-one. I looked past Shane while we kissed and the surprises just kept coming. Not only did my husband look as into it as ever, but when our eyes met he gave me an encouraging smile. This really was something he wanted. I was so shocked, I almost stopped kissing Shane. Almost. Instead, Shane demanded my full attention by putting my hand on his cock. Where did his boxers go?
My fist tried to close over his shaft, but he was thicker than he had been in my dream. He was rock hard and dripping pre-cum, so I used it to make my hand move more easily. He grunted into our kiss, so I knew he liked what I was doing. Shane went back to kissing my neck, right in that spot that always gets me into so much trouble, and I wondered where this was going. I knew I was not going to fuck Shane. I couldn’t even think of doing that with anyone but my husband. I didn’t even know if I was prepared to go down on him. It wasn’t the same kind of hesitation as with Lisa—I love giving head—I just thought that was too intimate to do with another man. Kissing and touching—foreplay—was fine, but I was not going any further without having a serious talk with Dave. Lisa was on the job, anyway. She leaned over and swallowed Shane’s thick prick like it was nothing. I ran my fingers through her thick hair as she bobbed back and forth on him.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…that’s it baby..suck it good…” Shane moaned while Lisa pleasured him. I played with his balls, and even flicked my tongue across his nipples. He encouraged me with, “Fuck, Dana, yeah!”
Shane did not last long. How could he with both of us all over him? Lisa pulled him out of her mouth and we both jerked him off until his thick cum spurted all over my belly and onto my breasts. Lisa didn’t even pause before licking her husband’s cum off of my body. That was pretty hot. I watched Dave while she did it and I could see we’d blown his mind. Lisa and I made a show of kissing, so the boys could see me tasting Shane.
“If you guys are done with my wife, I’d like her to myself for a few minutes, please,” Dave said, finally interrupting.
“The boss has spoken,” I said with a laugh.
“How about I take care of you, sweetie?” Lisa cooed, staring pointedly at his crotch.
“Maybe next time,” Dave said.
Dave took my hand and pulled me to my feet. I left my panties and dress there and he drug me to our room naked. He literally threw me onto the bed and was nude in record time. He rammed his steely shaft inside me a second later.
“Guess you liked what you saw,” I panted. I may have cum a couple times already, but I needed Dave to make love to me. I wanted to be enveloped by him.
“It was goddam hot, baby. Jesus, Dana,” he grunted.
“You like watching, do you?”
“Yes…”
“You didn’t mind their hands were all over me?” I teased. He thrust harder. I was onto something.
“Damn it, Dana, you were so fucking hot. It was so dirty.”
“Yeah, you like it when I’m dirty? You like watching me be bad?”
Dave took me faster. Harder. “Yes…”
I got closer to his ear, half-whispered, half-moaned, “You like me being a dirty little whore?”
“Fuck yes! Oh God!”
Dave rammed it inside me one more time and I felt him unload. His hunger and intensity gave me the chills, and I came right along with him. I didn’t need much by then. I clung tightly to him while he pulsed inside me, and even when he began to shrivel, I tried to keep him there.
“I love you so much, Dana.”
“I love you, baby. Did you have a good time tonight?”
“It was amazing. Did you?”
“Couldn’t you tell?” I giggled.
“Yeah, you looked like you were enjoying yourself.”
“Why didn’t you join us?”
“I was having fun watching. It was like you were putting on a show just for me.”
“I was. Well, it wasn’t just for you. I had a blast, but seeing how much you liked it made it so hot. You’re not mad or anything?”
“No. Why would I be?” He sounded like that was the silliest question ever. I thought it was perfectly logical.
“I don’t know. I get that you liked me
and Lisa together, but you didn’t mind when Shane touched me—or when I touched him?” If this was going to be a problem, I wanted to confront it head-on.
“No, honey. It was so hot to see you just go for it. You know, you could have gone further if you wanted…”
Was my husband really saying that I should have blown Shane—or fucked him? I couldn’t believe my ears. Well, even if Dave was okay with that, I was not, but I kept my strong feelings to myself because I didn’t want to sour the moment. If we were going to talk about Dave being okay with me going there, that was something we had to talk about with clear heads, not with our brains scrambled by lust and booze.
“I just didn’t want to,” I said firmly.
He heard the edge in my voice, and replied, “Okay.”
We fell asleep in each other’s arms that night. I woke up alone, hung over, and worried about how I was going to face Shane and Lisa. In the bright sunlight of morning, that night of debauchery seemed insane. I could hear activity in the kitchen when I snuck into the shower, and when I emerged, scrubbed clean and in a fresh tank top and shorts, the others had breakfast on the table and everyone acted like nothing had happened the night before. Once I got over my shock, I fell right in with them and relaxed. But it stayed in the back of my mind, and I couldn’t help but bring it up to Lisa later at the lake. We girls were in our bikinis on the shore, while the boys were in the water.
“So, last night…” I began.
“Yeah, that was hot, wasn’t it?” Lisa’s smile showed she had no regrets.
“It was, but…”
“Don’t worry, honey. It doesn’t change anything. We’re your friends and always will be, unless you have a problem…”
“No, no I don’t. It’s just we’ve—I’ve—never done anything like that before.”
“I kind of thought so, but you jumped right in, didn’t you?”
We both laughed, and I said, “You’re such a good kisser, I couldn’t really help myself.”
“That’s what I want to hear! No, we’re good. And Dave seemed happier than ever when he came out this morning.”
“That’s because we had the hottest sex ever last night. I think he was ready to explode the second he touched me!”
“Yeah, I could tell he was really enjoying the show. But why didn’t he come over? I’m jealous I didn’t get a turn with him,” Lisa pouted.
“I think he was just too into watching. You’ll have to catch him next time.”
“You can count on it.”
But there was not a next time. Dave was still so horny he kept me in our room most of that night, and then it was time to head home and back to our real lives. We still saw Shane and Lisa, but somehow things just never went there again. Within a couple of years, Lisa and Shane broke up, and after that we saw less and less of Shane.
The Game: Betting on the Casino
The first time Dave brought up his long-held fantasy, we were covered in a fine sheen of sweat and recovering from making love. He had been all over me as soon as the babysitter’s car pulled away from the curb. We did not even make it to the bedroom. My dress was pulled up and my panties ripped down my legs as he bent me over the couch. Even in my heels it had been a challenge because he is so tall, and he ended up hunched over me—whispering dirty things in my ear as he thrust into me. It did not matter that the position was so awkward because we did not last long. The moment I locked around his shaft in orgasm, he came too, holding me tightly as we finished together.
I kicked off my heels and removed my now ruined stockings—Dave did not allow me to wear pantyhose or tights when we went out for a date night—before pulling my dress back down over my hips and going into the kitchen for a glass of water. I drank half and handed it to Dave before dropping onto the couch beside him.
“Mmm, you were an animal tonight. I love you, babe,” I told Dave, snuggling up beside him. I knew we should go up to bed, but I hadn’t yet marshaled the energy to mount the stairs.
“I wanted to do that all night. You looked so hot.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m your wife.”
“Every guy in that bar thought so, too. They were watching you all night, Dana.”
“And you loved every second of that,” I teased.
“You know I did. I love knowing that every guy out there wants to fuck my girl.” Excitement crept into his voice.
“When you were in the bathroom, some guy came to the bar to get a beer and hit on me. Even though I told him I was waiting for my husband, he didn’t seem to care.” It was fun to tease him with how much he loved showing me off, even if I did not quite understand it. I get being proud your mate is attractive, but Dave was really into it, to the point it turned him on. That was why I always dressed up for him when we went out. Lucky for him, I liked the attention, too.
“Oh yeah?”
“He didn’t seem to care that you’d be back any minute. He used the crowd as an excuse to keep rubbing up against me,” I said. The excitement wasn’t just in his voice any longer. I saw his cock twitching back to life. I brushed it with my fingertips, felt he was still sticky from being inside me. I decided to push it. “I could feel him getting hard while he did it.”
“What man wouldn’t? You know he just wanted to get you out of there and have you to himself.”
“He was pretty cute. Maybe I should have let him.” I squeezed his cock. He was instantly hard.
“Christ, Dana,” he croaked. Dave closed his eyes, and I thought he was imagining it happening.
“Feels like you might have liked that.”
“Maybe. Did he feel big?”
“His cock?” I had to force the words out. Even with all of our fantasizing, we’d never gone here before. Was my husband trying to visualize another man’s cock? I didn’t know how to feel about that.
“Yes, did it feel big?”
“It did, but it’s hard to tell through jeans. There’s only one way to really know.”
“You wanted to know, didn’t you, Dana?”
I was suddenly all excited again, and I told myself it was because Dave was so turned on, not because I was thinking about doing naughty things with the guy from the bar. This was scary territory to go into, but I pressed on. For Dave, I insisted to myself.
“I did. It was hot that I made him hard and I wanted to see it. Should I have gone with him, baby?”
His answer was barely a whisper: “Yes.”
I climbed into his lap, hiking up my dress around my waist. His granite shaft rubbed my swollen lips, driving me crazy. “I could have gone to his car with him. He could have shown me there.” I could almost see it now, too. Letting that guy—I couldn’t remember his name—take me out to his car, him holding the door as I got inside. I leaned in and kissed Dave’s neck as I asked, “Do you want me to take it out for him?”
“Yeah, grab it, hon.”
“Mmm, it’s even bigger than I thought. What should I do with it, Dave?”
“You know what you want to do.”
“What?” I had to see where he wanted to go with this.
“Suck it, Dana. Suck his goddam dick,” my husband growled. I couldn’t believe my ears. He was clearly imagining me sucking another man’s cock, and he was rock hard.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s so wrong.”
“God, Dana, do it. You know you want to.”
Standing there in the bar, it never even occurred to me to do any of that. I did not want to suck anyone’s cock but my husband’s, but now it was all I could think about. I did want to suck this nameless stranger’s prick. Dave’s excitement was infectious, and I was swept up in it. He reached between us, took his cock, and jammed it into me. Oh my God, that was what I needed. I had climaxed just a few minutes before, but I needed him to do me again.
“I’m doing it, baby. I’m sucking him. It’s so good. Mmm, I don’t want to stop,” I cooed.
“Don’t stop. Suck him. You’re so fucking hot right now, Dana. S
uck it until he comes.”
Dave held my slim waist and effortlessly bounced me up and down on his cock. His eyes were closed and I know he was in that car, watching me blow some stranger. Why did that make him so hot? I did not understand, but I was in the grip of the fantasy, too. I felt myself rapidly building to a powerful orgasm.
“Mmm, I think he’s close. His holding my hair, forcing me down on it.”
“Suck it! Suck it! Christ, Dana, don’t stop!”
I couldn’t stop. Dave was slamming me onto him, using me like his own personal fucktoy. I did not want to stop. I was going to cum—hard. It rattled toward me like a runaway train, and then it slammed me. I cried out his name, and seconds later I felt Dave cumming too, jamming me down onto his cock and holding me there until he was finished. I fell into his chest, and he held me in a crushing embrace.
When my powers of speech returned, I asked, “What just happened?”
“We had incredible sex, hon.”
“I know that. I mean the other part. That really excited you?”
Dave tensed up immediately. He felt I was judging him. “What if it did? Do you think that’s weird?”
It was definitely strange, but I did not want him to feel attacked. Besides, it did not seem to bother me, not really. I tried telling myself it was all because of his excitement, but didn’t that fantasy turn me on as much as it did him? I fumbled for the right words. “It’s different, but I don’t think you’re weird, baby. Is this something you’ve fantasized about before?”
I could feel the effort it required for him to open up about this as he pressed on. “I have. Probably more than I should. You know I think it’s hot when other men look at you.”
“That’s why I dress up for you, baby. High heels are not comfortable.”