Hot Dates: Becoming a Shared Wife

by McCurran, Kirsten

  Tricia came back with our drinks and we toasted to having fun. His hand went back to my knee when he set his drink down. I clutched mine and nerves led me to drink it too quickly. I was already buzzed by the drinks I’d had before and that last martini pushed me over the edge to goofy and more than a little flirty. I leaned my head on his shoulder and his hand dropped down behind me so he could cup my ass, which only scooted me closer to him. My stocking tops were left exposed by my shifting and Charles traced the lace with his fingertips. His touch gave me the chills, especially when I glanced over and saw my husband peeking when he could.

  Dave watched us together like he was trying to memorize every moment. I wanted to know how he felt watching me sitting so closely with another man—a stranger—and letting him touch me so freely. I knew he had to be rock hard, but I wished I could fully understand his desire to see me like that. The way Dave looked at us I could feel him willing me to go further, but I’d been waiting for Charles to make a move and he seemed happy to move slowly so far. He probably thought that since I was so out of practice on the dating scene that I’d spook if he moved too fast.

  I took a deep breath and went for it. I tipped my head back and brushed my lips over Charles’s neck. He stiffened for a moment and then smiled and said, “I guess I got you drunk enough.”

  “I guess you have,” I replied and smiled, lightly kissing his neck with a quick flick of my tongue.

  Charles smelled good—strong and masculine. I did not recognize the cologne, but it smelled expensive. I did not think there was anything cheap about this man. His fingers brushed through my hair and caressed the back of my neck, urging me on. More chills. I turned my body and place a shaking hand on his chest. The adrenaline rush was incredible. I would have felt it coming on to a man like this in a public place anyway, even when I was single, but doing it now as a married woman, with my husband watching, it turned my whole body into a live wire, vibrating with energy.

  I closed my eyes and even though I could hear the music and the crowd around us, everything seemed to melt away. I focused on misbehaving. Charles guided my lips from his neck to his lips. Many of my first kisses with men have been shy and restrained, but not this one. I hungrily mashed my lips to his. I honestly had not been thinking about kissing other men before any of this came up—I was satisfied with Dave—but I kissed Charles like it was all I wanted. The rush of kissing another man for the first time in years was so intense. His hand on my butt pulled me even tighter against him and it felt like I was practically in his lap. In my mind’s eye I could see Dave watching us and going out of his mind. He was certainly getting what he insisted he wanted. Charles slipped me his tongue and I pulled back just enough so that there was a chance Dave could see it if he was watching closely enough.

  The hand sliding up my thigh got my attention. I wish I could say that I hesitated and had to really consider if I wanted to cross that line. I wish I could say I considered my husband’s feelings in that moment, but I was drunk and I was hot and when Charles pushed his hand up past the top of my stocking, I relaxed my crossed legs and felt his firm fingers on the hot tender flesh of my inner thigh. I knew he had to feel the damp heat emanating from my sex. I could not hide my arousal from Charles.

  “Charles…” I gasped when his fingers brushed my lacy panties.

  “You’re soaked, Dana. Looks like you did come out to play tonight.” He sounded amused.

  He added pressure, plastering my panties to my lips, soaking them. My nails dug into his arm and I whimpered. This was why playing like this might not be a good idea. It’s a terrible confession, but I was not sure I could control myself. When I was sober and getting ready I was sure of where my boundaries were, but with several martinis in me and my passion inflamed I didn’t know where I would stop Charles. I hadn’t seen myself sitting in a bar with a virtual stranger’s hand under my skirt, but here I was. His fingers expertly explored my cleft, finding my clit and teasing it. I buried my face in his shoulder in hopes it would muffle my moan.

  Charles brought me back to another scorching kiss and pushed my thighs even further apart—far enough that he could peel my panties away and move them to the side. His tongue explored my mouth while he fingers explored my pussy. He touched my smoothly-shaved lips, smearing my wetness across them and then plucked at my clit. I squirmed in the seat, squeezing my thighs around his hand. It wasn’t that I wanted him to stop; it was just so intense that I couldn’t sit still. Charles’s experience showed in how he touched me. He did not just finger-bang me the second my panties were out of his way, but he teased me and worked me up to a frenzy before slowly sliding his fingers inside me. He massaged those fingers in and out of me and my hips moved on their own, urging him on.

  “Oh Charles…”

  “Come back to my room,” he said.

  “I…I don’t know…” I knew the answer—it was no—but a big part of me was screaming a different answer.

  “I know you want to. Don’t try to deny it, Dana.”

  I looked out for the first time and amazingly, no one was paying attention to us. It felt like we were putting on quite the show, but the bar was busy and luckily the table provided some cover. Anyone who cared to look would know exactly what we were doing, what Charles was doing was damned to make me cum, but at least the table left me with a modicum on modesty. But we did have an audience. An audience of one.

  Dave could not bring himself to pretend he wasn’t watching us. People passed in between, but every time the view opened again I saw my husband sitting there, watching while I was being fingered by a stranger in public. He did not look jealous. Or angry. Those were the reactions you’d expect. Dave looked like he was watching the greatest concert in the world, like The Beatles had gotten back together and were playing just for him, in his living room. His hand rested on his thigh and I’m sure the temptation to touch himself was incredible. If we were not in public I’m sure he wouldn’t have resisted.

  I kept my eyes on my husband as Charles teased my clit and brought me right to the edge. I bit my lower lip hard—adding a stab of pain to my intense pleasure—but my moans were still too loud. Finally some guys to the side noticed what was going on and I had an audience of six as Charles made me cum. The orgasm rocked through me and I stiffened, digging my nails deep into Charles’s arm. I know Dave recognized that moment of climax and he actually licked his lips as he watched me cum. The fingers on my pussy were unrelenting; Charles seemed determined to make me cum again, but I pushed his hand away. I needed a break. Shivering, I sagged against his side.

  “Now try to tell me you don’t want to go back to my room, Dana,” he insisted.

  I drained the remainder of my drink, but it hardly helped my dry mouth. “I just don’t think I’m ready for that. I’m sorry.” I slid my hand over his crotch and the hard-on I found there made me even sorrier. I knew it wasn’t fair to leave him like that, but I was not going to fuck this man. It didn’t matter how much I needed it—that was strictly for my husband.

  “Then I guess we’ll have to settle for somewhere else a bit less private.”

  The edge in his voice left no room for argument and I meekly followed as Charles led me away by the hand. Dave watched us from his spot at the bar, but did not follow. A narrow, dimly-lit hallway led back to the bathrooms. I realized his plan and pulled back against his hand, but he did not release me. I’d been so pliant thus far that Charles probably thought it was only token resistance. It wasn’t like I actually told him no. Thankfully, the men’s room was mostly empty. A young guy stood by the sinks, but he was too busy primping in the mirror to notice us passing behind him. I thought for sure that the bathroom attendant—a handsome Middle Eastern gentleman in a nice suit—would stop us, but he just returned Charles’s wink and turned the other way.

  The stalls were large, with thick, floor-to-ceiling marble slabs as dividers. The doors ran floor-to-ceiling as well, providing some much appreciated privacy. No one would know what we did in there�
��which was not necessarily a good thing.

  My heart pounded, but now it was driven by fear as much as desire. This was exactly what I worried about beforehand—we’d lost control of the situation. Dave and I were playing a game to add excitement to our marriage, but Charles was an unknowing player and he was not going to play by rules he didn’t know. I wondered if Dave followed us into the bathroom. Was he going to kick in the door and rescue his wife? For all I knew, this was exactly what he wanted. This was where my husband’s refusal to be specific was so maddening.

  Charles locked the door and pinned me to the wall. I was aroused despite my fear—the danger was a major turn on. He pressed his fingers to my lips and I sucked them tasting myself. He watched closely, pleased with my acquiescence. My fingers were pulled away and we were kissing again, hot and urgent, and I felt his rigid cock pressing into me. He did not seem like a rapist, but I knew he was not going to easily be put off. He tried to own me with that kiss, and I let him have me. It was only when he pulled up my dress and pulled down my panties that I found the willpower to push back.

  “Charles, we can’t. I’m not like that,” I complained.

  “What are you like, Dana?” It sounded like he found my protests amusing.

  “I don’t know. This is all so new to me.” Maybe a little of the truth would help.

  “I think you know what you want. You’re just afraid to take it.”

  “Maybe,” I admitted.

  My panties were at my ankles and his fingers found my pussy again. If anything, I was even more soaked than before. I gasped when those fingers filled me. I thrust my tongue into his mouth to match his fingers. I could not hide that I wanted him. But I was not going to have him. Not tonight. Instinct kicked in and it was like I was a teenager again. I knew exactly what to do when I liked a boy enough that I wanted to make him happy, but I wasn’t ready to go all the way.

  Charles looked surprised when I sank down in front of him. He must have thought I was just a tease at that point. I did not want to touch the floor and thanked all those squats in the gym as I balanced on my heels. The expensive belt gave me a bit of trouble, but I know how to get a guy out of his pants. His cock popped free of soft silk boxers and I was surprised to find he was almost shaved bare. I thought that was exclusively the providence of younger guys. I wasn’t sure I liked it. I prefer a manly man, and that was just too metrosexual for me. Dave grooms down there, but he still looks like a man. But the lack of hair did direct all attention to Charles’s cock. It was long, but on the slender side, and tapered to an elegant tip. It was the perfect cock for a man like Charles.

  My tight grip elicited a grunt from him, but that turned to a contented moan when I began working my tongue up and down the shaft. He tasted clean, like he’d just washed, and I wondered if he took special care when he went out in search of a woman. A man like Charles probably would. My busy tongue reached the tip and swirled all around. Charles gasped my name and braced a hand against the wall behind him and tangled the other in my hair. His grip on my head tightened when I started softly sucking his head. I scooted my butt back against the wall to improve my own balance, which helped me concentrate more on getting Charles off.

  What a thrill it was to be sucking some stranger in a bathroom stall. It was so slutty—and I loved it. I imagined my husband in the stall next to us listening intently, and I tried to slurp loudly, despite my fear of discovery. Would Dave be leaning against the wall just on the other side of me—jerking off while he pictured his wife on her knees for some stranger? I could see Dave doing just that.

  Firm pressure on the back of my head indicated what Charles wanted and I complied, sliding his prick into my mouth, taking it deeper and deeper with a series of bobbing motions until I’d swallowed most of his shaft. It was easy to take him after so many years of wrapping my lips around my husband’s thicker cock, but he was pushing at the back of my throat and I had to relax to take him deeper. I couldn’t quite deep throat him—he was just too long—but from his moans and the way he held my head I knew he enjoyed what I was doing. I knew he was getting close because he became more and more aggressive. His fingers twisted in my hair and he urged me faster. Soon he was more fucking my mouth than I was going down on him, but I didn’t mind. It just added to my feeling slutty and that was hot.

  I must still have it, because I did not have to suck Charles very long before he was grunting my name and warning he was going to cum. I don’t know if it was really a warning, per se, because he kept his fingers knotted in my hair and forced me to keep his cock in my mouth. That was fine, I don’t mind swallowing. What else was I going to do with his load? I did not want him cumming on me anywhere, and I’ve always thought spitting is rude. I stared up at him and kept sucking even as I felt the first jets hit the back of my throat. Charles came hard and I choked a bit, but he still held me in place. I liked being used like that. He came quick and hard, but there was not a lot of it, so I took it all without much fuss. Charles’s gaze burned into me and he kept holding me there—kneeling in front of him—until he was satisfied he was finished.

  The shaft slipped from my mouth, leaving a wet string stretching back to my lips that I caught with a flick of my tongue. Charles smirked—he liked that. I took the proffered hand and he helped me back to my feet.

  “Seems this isn’t your first time on your knees, Dana,” Charles said. He tucked his cock away like nothing had happened. “You’re a natural.”

  “I’m guessing that’s a compliment?” I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand.

  “In my world it is.”

  I pushed my dress back into place so that it covered everything it was supposed to, but realized my hair must be a mess and there was nothing I could really do about that. I was hardly going to stand in front of the mirror in the men’s room and try and fix it. “Then I’ll take it as one. It’s been a long time since I did something like this.”

  “Give a blowjob at all, or do it in a men’s room?”

  “I certainly haven’t done it in a place like this in a long time.”

  “No, you don’t seem the type of woman who regularly does this sort of thing.”

  “Not for a long time, anyway.” I didn’t want him thinking I was normally completely boring. “Don’t you think we should get out of here?”

  I had been too busy to pay attention before, but now I strained to hear if anyone else was in the men’s room. I didn’t hear anyone, but that didn’t mean the coast was clear. There was still the attendant, at least. Charles opened the stall door and I tried to look as dignified as possible as we exited. The attendant deliberately ignored us and there was not anyone else around. I checked and found the door to the stall beside ours was indeed closed. Had Dave been listening? Did he hear what a little slut his wife was?

  Charles offered me another drink and I felt he still thought he could get me up to his room, but I declined, telling him it was time for me to return to my real life. He was disappointed, but took it in stride, and even gave me his card, which simply had a telephone number on it. He told me to call next time I was looking for an adventure.

  I looked all around the casino floor for my husband, but he wasn’t anywhere. If he had been in the bathroom with us he should have exited. Finally, I texted him:

  -where r u?

  -come up to the room

  The reply came in seconds and I was on my way. The security guard who made sure only guests boarded the elevators to the rooms gave me a knowing look. I’m sure he thought I was for hire. I even felt judged by the couple who I shared the elevator with and kept my eyes focused on the floor. My hands were shaking so much by the time I reached the room I could hardly fit the keycard into the slot. The room was dark, except for the lamps beside the bed, and that was where I found my husband. Dave was in the middle of the bed, fully nude. His thick cock stood straight up like a beacon guiding me to him. I stopped in my tracks a few feet from the bed.

  Dave did not speak, or even react. He just star
ed at me. I didn’t know what to do with myself and shifted from foot to foot. I put my hands on my hips and then removed them. The pose felt too arch. And Dave just kept looking at me. I don’t know how much time passed, but I couldn’t take the silence.

  “Say something,” I pleaded.

  “Take off your dress.”

  Okay, that was not what I had in mind. His tone did not suggest it was a request. I don’t normally like being bossed around, but I guess Charles had left me in a submissive mood. I reached back, unzipped my dress, and let it fall to the floor. I could see him examining me, perhaps looking for marks where Charles had touched me. My panties were definitely askew. Charles had stretched the elastic nicely when he was playing with me. Dave focused there, naturally.

  “Take off your panties, too.”

  “Dave?” His voice was low, his tone even. It betrayed nothing. At least his cock told me he wasn’t entirely unhappy.

  “Do it, Dana.”

  I wiggled out of my panties and dropped them, too, and stepped clear of my discarded clothing. My pussy was drenched and obviously swollen. It was clear someone had been playing down there, and we both knew it wasn’t my husband. So why wouldn’t he tell me how he felt about that? He stared at my pussy and his breathing got heavier. I was close to freaking out.

  “Christ, Dana. Come here.”

  I took my time closing the distance and then crawled onto the bed between his open legs to kneel in front of him. Up close, I could really feel him appraising me, looking at the wife who’d just let another man touch her.

  At last, Dave allowed the hint of a smile. I knew everything was okay. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice was a rasp.

  “You were in the men’s room, too, weren’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you hear everything?”

  “Yesss…” It was like he had to force out the admission.

  “You liked watching me?”

  He nodded and I took his hand and place it on my mound. I was soaked and swollen.