Heidi, Corrupted (An Ex-Wife Sharing Romance)

by Max Sebastian

  I guess it had been a while since I'd gotten laid. But absence did make the heart grow fonder, and the tension that had built between us thanks to this new game of trying to set her up with another guy made me lust after her.

  I had to hide my hardness as I sat there, inches away from her naked body.

  At the same time, I could tell she was enjoying herself. Her hard little nipples, her flushed cheeks, her pupils dilated — hungry eyes. And the longer she spent in front of me, parading her naked body, slipping on this pair of panties or that pair of panties, this bra or that bra, the more she appeared to be giving me a show rather than simply trying on underwear. Her movements became more graceful, her hands spending more time sweeping all over her curves as she checked herself out in the mirror or asked my opinion.

  "God, you look good."

  "Hmm... I'm not so sure about these."

  "Any guy's going to want to tear those off, soon as he sees them."

  My words spurred her on, and I wasn't telling her white lies just to feed her confidence, either. With the right choices she did look hot. And as her nerve firmed up, she even took delight in trying the tiniest little g-strings — though her healthy bush ruled out purchase of those.

  "You know you could trim it back a little," I suggested at one point, surprising myself with my boldness — I'd never had the tenacity to talk about things like pubic hair while we'd been together.

  "Trim it back?"

  "You know, so it doesn't... escape... when you're wearing naughty underwear."

  "Oh, right," she said as though she'd never considered such a thing before.

  "A lot of girls do these days," I said. I felt a little awkward. I actually liked women with a flourish of fur between their legs, but Heidi's was a little on the sprawling side.

  "You think most guys would prefer it like that?" she asked, and I couldn't be sure whether she was using the pretense of "most guys" to refer to what I really liked but had hitherto been unable to explicitly state.

  "Especially if you wear that kind of thing," I said.

  Fingers hooked in the waistband, she stretched the g-string she'd been trying on up over her hips, the small triangle of black satin pressing against her mound and her pussy, her soft brown pubic hair slipping out around the edges.

  I don't know — there was definitely something hot about all this. Discussing her underwear, her pussy hair. Talking about what other guys would like.

  "You think I should go do something about it now?" she asked, slipping on a different g-string to compare.

  "Not tonight," I said, wary of the time. "You'll be okay tonight. Here, try these..."

  Some of the thongs were a little more forgiving of her bush, and yet still sexy. High-cut over her hips, they gave her a gorgeous shape she didn't seem to have when she wore more of her old boy-short type of underwear.

  She chose a pair of black lace thongs and bra to go with the burgundy dress — but as we went back out into the store, I was surprised that she also purchased some of the other underwear, including three g-strings.

  "I can wear them next time," she smiled as she saw me notice. "When I'm... you know... ready."

  The way she said "next time" seemed to be dropping the hint that after tonight, we should continue this game no matter what happened. I was pleased with that — this little game of ours was a lot of fun.

  We came out of the store and it was only eight-thirty.

  "You hungry?" I asked.

  "Only eight-thirty?" Heidi laughed. "Shopping is a lot faster when you're here telling me what to get."

  "Hey," I said, "I thought you decided on what to get."

  "Heavily influenced. But... I don't know... I quite like you telling me what to wear."

  Interesting.

  "Maybe you should help me rethink my wardrobe."

  "We have time before we need to go out."

  "You're not sick of shopping?" she asked. "We could just try Selfridges..."

  So dinner was put off, and we went to look for clothes in Selfridges before it closed at nine — only this time, Heidi was only willing to consider items if I told her she had to try them on. It was like some kind of game. I tried to pick out the most scandalous-looking dresses or short skirts, and the most wicked lingerie I could find — and she was perfectly willing to take me into the changing booths and try on whatever I told her to.

  I was getting bolder watching her, too. I didn't always just sit there — I stood behind her as she looked at herself in the mirror, and it wasn't just her hands sweeping all over her body to check out how the items fit.

  As the two of us moved around each other in the close confines of that changing booth, I swear I could detect the faint musk of female arousal in the air. It was difficult to resist the temptation to just take hold of her, kiss her, perhaps bury my face between her thighs... I hadn't felt this way about Heidi for such a long time, and I had never thought I'd ever come to feel this way again, either.

  But I managed to keep control of myself. The overwhelming drive for me was still the thought of getting her laid — with some other guy. Of corrupting her.

  By the end, Heidi came out with handfuls of shopping bags, which I had to help her carry.

  "That wasn't so bad," I said, glancing at the clock on my phone.

  "Much quicker with you telling me what to do," she grinned. "I... I kind of like it..."

  She gave me a funny look, which I couldn't quite read, but I said, half-joking, "Maybe we should try that some more tonight while we're looking for guys."

  And she said, quite seriously, "We could try..."

  We took a taxi back to Heidi's place for her to drop off her shopping bags and change into the burgundy dress and her new lingerie. With a quick check of her make-up, another spritz of perfume, Heidi looked genuinely stunning.

  With that, we went out.

  Chapter Five

  I took her to a different place this time. Adonis. It was buried in a basement in the center of the City. Darker than Johnny's, the music was thumping a house beat and inside we had to press our mouths to each other's ears and bellow just to be heard.

  At a fraction past ten o'clock, it was probably half-full. We handed our jackets and Heidi's bag in at the cloakroom and headed for the bar — and at that time, we got served quickly, and were able to make the most of happy hour to loosen up a little.

  Then it came time for me to order Heidi out onto the dance floor.

  "There's a few single guys out there, you could see if you like any of them, you know, dance with them," I said.

  She nodded, and gave me a little mischievous smile, then turned on her heels to venture out onto the dance floor, no questions asked. It was still fairly early for a club night, and while the dance floor was filling up, the space gave Heidi the opportunity to draw the attention of the guys.

  From the safety of a bar stool, I watched her subtly moving around assessing the prospects. But she didn't really move in for the kill — she was more submissive, waiting for them to come for her. I guess Heidi had always been a little docile. The way she responded to me telling her what to do in the mall... well... perhaps that was just who she was.

  I had to admit, my less-than-secret agenda was to manipulate her into finding another guy. She'd essentially asked for my help in doing so, so it wasn't entirely selfish curiosity on my part. But if she wanted me to tell her what to do, I could probably do that.

  So, a guy moved in and started dancing next to her — then, slowly it evolved so that he was dancing with her — and Heidi glanced across at me as though seeking permission. I gave her a subtle nod, and she danced with the guy. The guy was clearly taken with her, but if anything he seemed too cautious to take advantage of her available state. Heidi murmured some quiet apology to him and drifted off the dance floor, back to me.

  "Didn't like him?" I asked her.

  She leaned into me, filling my chest with her new perfume, and giving me a nice view down her dress. She had a faint sheen of per
spiration on her upper chest from the dancing — and because the temperature in this club was on the high side — but it only made her seem more alluring to me.

  "He was nice..." she said into my ear, "but... you know..."

  I nodded, and spoke into her ear, "It's okay. You need to find someone you're interested in."

  She smiled, took a hefty swig of her margarita, and then seemed ready for more.

  "Go on then," I said, signaling for her to head back out onto the dance floor. "This time find someone you'd like to be a little closer with."

  She nodded compliance, then turned and did as I told her. On the increasingly crowded dance floor, I had to stand in order to watch her at times, but I could just about monitor her progress. She had interest from two guys before ultimately accepting the advances of a third.

  He wasn't much taller than her, though that didn't seem to matter. Perhaps a year or two older, he had close-cropped sandy hair and wore a plain blue shirt that gave him the air of a finance worker.

  I watched Heidi dancing close with him, and then finally put her arms over his shoulders, pulling him to her. She looked over to me for a moment, and I gave her an approving nod.

  Did I feel a little envious of the guy with her? Perhaps. It was more complicated than that, though. The overwhelming feeling was of hope, that she would like this guy, that something would happen.

  I wanted her to make out with him — and then, not so long later, she was. It was both shocking and heart-warming, arousing and faintly nerve-wracking. I was overwhelmingly turned on by the prospect of Heidi getting lucky, and yet at the same time jealous and a little concerned I might completely lose her to him.

  I wasn't just the kind ex who wanted Heidi to find happiness with someone else now. I had enjoyed our game so far — getting Heidi out there, pushing her to have a little fun flirting with the opposite sex; leading her into various stores and telling her what kind of sexy clothes and underwear to buy.

  She was kissing him for a fair while, her hands sliding over his back, and I recognized how she was putting into practice what I'd shown her last time — taking her time, playing things gently, tenderly, before slowly ramping it up. I thought it was going really well — and then something seemed to spook her.

  Heidi gave the guy some other line, apology or excuse or whatever, and again wound her way back to the bar next to me. The loudness of the music meant we couldn't do our act of pretending we didn't know each other. But the darkness of the club — and the fullness of the crowd — meant we were fairly sure no one would really see her talking to me there at the bar.

  "What happened?" I laughed. "It was going so well."

  "It was... then I felt his... thing... kind of pressing against me..." she said.

  I laughed harder. "That's good, isn't it? Shows he really wanted you."

  She looked suddenly unnerved, not expecting me to respond in such a way — but then the moment passed, and she seemed intrigued.

  "Go find him again," I said, leaning into her ear. "Or someone else. And this time if he responds to you like that... enjoy it."

  "Enjoy it?"

  I smiled. "You know... press yourself up against him. Enjoy the fact that he obviously wants you so badly."

  She nodded, looking a little fearful and yet captivated by the idea.

  "Go on! Let him do what he wants with you."

  She did as I instructed. Her previous dance partner was gone — perhaps a little embarrassed by Heidi's sudden exit. But it didn't take her long, looking the way she did, to attract someone else. This guy was taller, dark-haired, a more impressive specimen. She had to look up at him as they danced together, but I could see the fire in her eyes, the thrill of drawing such a guy to her.

  I found myself debating with myself whether I would get cold feet if it did eventually seem as though Heidi was going to go home with someone else. I still felt that urge to see her corrupted — and yet with all the tension that had been building all night, I kind of wanted her for myself now, too.

  Soon she was dancing close with this new partner, her arms moving around him, and it wasn't so long before she drew his head to her for a kiss.

  If I was honest, he didn't look like relationship material. He looked like a one night stand kind of guy. But Heidi had never talked about finding a guy for a long-term relationship, she had talked about her worries that she couldn't get guys to be interested in her.

  Heidi was enjoying herself, that was the main thing. And I was really turned on seeing her enjoying herself. I saw her pulling him to her, pressing herself against him, and it made me certain she could feel his hardness through his clothes — she was doing precisely what I'd told her to.

  She turned her back to him, and now he was holding her hips, grinding with her in time with the thumping bass. Heidi glanced over at me, and I gave her a subtle nod, encouraging her. With that, she took hold of his hands, sliding them over her body — her waist, her hips, her thighs, even up to her breasts.

  I was so hard watching her put his hands on her thighs, allowing him to slide them up, pushing her dress up a little further as they went. I had to move a little to see properly, but Heidi had also brought herself and her partner closer to me, nearer to the edge of the dance floor. He was rubbing against her body, feeling up her breasts, or carefully easing up her dress a little further.

  Again she looked across at me for approval, and again I gave it to her while trying to avoid her new friend catching me communicating with her.

  I saw her grab one of his hands in hers, and pull it down between her thighs. Now he was pressing his hand to her panties, stroking her there, as she leaned back into him and reached up to interlock her fingers behind his neck.

  She looked over at me and bit her lip as he continued rubbing her pussy through her black lace underwear. She was writhing gently against him, and it wasn't because she was dancing. I saw her flushed cheeks, and I saw her open her mouth to groan. I saw the shiver running through her body as he made her come.

  And as she came, she looked me directly in the face.

  My hardness throbbed in my pants. The way she looked at me, it was as though I'd made her come, not the guy she was dancing with.

  For a moment, she went with the feelings, but then as I watched, she seemed to come to, snap out of her orgasmic daze, and look up at her partner, a little startled. She murmured something to him and he gave her a broad, easy smile. Then she was scurrying away — back to me.

  "What?" I said. "What's going on?"

  She reached for her drink, seemed a little shaken up.

  "Did you see what he did?" she said, a complete mixture of excitement and horror. "And I let him!"

  I laughed. "You loved it!"

  She slurped her drink again. "He had his finger... inside me."

  I brought her in for a hug. "You okay? I thought you were having a good time."

  She nodded. "I was... I just... it kind of hit me. What I let him do."

  "We don't have to do it this way," I said into her ear. "I was just showing you... guys like you. Guys want you."

  "Yes."

  "And now you know... we don't have to stay. You'll be okay from here on."

  She looked at me and it seemed she was afraid that all this would stop. "Oh, we don't have to stop," she said. "I'm having a good time. It's just... I don't know... unexpected."

  I nodded. "You could just wait and... maybe you'll meet a new guy at work... or while you're at the supermarket... or at a party somewhere."

  She shook her head. "I don't meet people."

  "You could try online dating."

  "This is okay," she said, taking another sip of her margarita. "I just... I need to toughen up."

  "Okay..." I said. I didn't want to push her into doing something she didn't want to do. She seemed to like being led into this, but I felt like I couldn't take that for granted. Particularly if I had a hidden agenda — the fact that I found it a thrill to get her to do things with other guys.

 
"What should I do?" she asked me.

  "You like him?" She nodded. "So go back out there and dance with him some more. Maybe he'll see if you want to go somewhere with him."

  "You think he would?"

  "Or you could tell him it's getting late. Ask him to walk you home."

  There was fear in her eyes, a dose of uncertainty, but also the flicker of excitement and lust. She wanted the guy on the dance floor, I could see that, but she also seemed to be hanging onto the thread of possibly getting back together with me. She was concerned that if she went off with that other guy, things with me would be ended for good.

  Was I taking advantage of her, for wanting to reunite with me? Perhaps. But I wasn't entirely ruling it out, either. Only, right now I wanted her to play the field a little, if I could get her to.

  "Okay," she said, making her decision, figuring that if she flaked out now, this little project of ours might be over — and then I'd go off and just be an ex to her. If we didn't have this project, why would she need to see me?

  "You can do this, Heidi."

  She turned and took a deep breath, before heading back out to the dance floor.

  I felt a strong sense that I was losing her — and there was an odd sharpness that I'd never felt even when we'd broken up. But there was also something deeply thrilling about it, too. Heidi had only ever slept with three guys before, and one of those had been nothing more than a few fumbles in college. I wanted to show her the world, give her the experience she should probably have had in college.

  And the thought of her having that experience, losing her good girl sheen, made her seem just that much more interesting to me.

  I watched her wade out into the dance floor again, but I couldn't see her guy any more. Heidi disappeared in the crowd, and for a few minutes I debated moving from my warm bar stool, which I'd never get back as soon as I vacated it.

  Then she came back, looking somewhat crestfallen.

  "He's dancing with someone else," she said.

  "Oh."

  "Some dumb blonde."