I closed the laptop having made a decision. I was ready to let Dana’s behavior go a little longer to feed my need for more thrills. If I was playing with fire, I didn’t want to admit it. In the meantime, I was going upstairs to make love to Dana because I was hornier than ever.
four
Dana was in the bathroom scrubbing the make-up from her face when I entered the bedroom. I closed and locked the door. I did not want to be disturbed. I waited, trying to think about anything but the throbbing hard-on in my pants. I stripped off those pants, and my shirt, lying back on the bed in boxer-briefs and a t-shirt. The door to the master bath was open I kept catching glimpses of Dana moving around in there. She'd shed the shirt and was just in yoga pants and a black and white sports bra when she came out of the bathroom.
“It’s kind of early for you to turn in, isn’t it?” she asked.
I crawled across the bed hopped off, grabbing her. She didn’t struggle, but she did not melt into my arms either. I nuzzled her and kissed her neck. I felt the slightest shiver and she began to melt, but she fought it.
“You’re certainly in the mood tonight,” Dana commented.
“Aren’t I always in the mood?”
“You are, but can you pounce on me in a little bit? I’ve got a couple things to do downstairs before bedtime.”
Dana slipped from my arms and headed for the door, but I caught her arm. I was not in the mood to be put off. If she could give herself so freely to Zach, she could damn well fuck me when I wanted her. She was still my wife. I yanked her back to me and this time I kissed her hard while holding her head. She struggled harder this time, but melted into me by the time I pressed my tongue into her mouth. It was predictable. I’d learned from watching her with other men that Dana liked being manhandled. Ordinarily, I couldn’t do it the way a guy like Carlos did, but I was in a special mood.
“Dave, what are you doing?” she asked breathlessly. I was nibbling her neck and pulling at her sports bra.
“I thought it was pretty obvious I wanted to fuck my wife.”
“I know, but I told you…”
“I’m not asking. I want to fuck you now.” There was an edge in my voice she probably didn’t expect. I didn’t even expect it, but I was not going to be put off.
I got the sports bra over her tits and then yanked it over her head and threw it on the floor. Dana gasped. I knew that whatever she felt she needed to do she was getting turned on. It was possible that Zach had given her enough for the day, but I didn’t think so. She was always ready for more.
We thunked back against the wall, my hand cushioning the back of Dana’s head. I was lightly pulling her hair. I pulled her head back so I could freely nibble on her neck and shoulder. It drives her crazy. I also grabbed between her thighs and pressed my fingers into her mound. It was easy to feel her sex through the yoga pants and her thong. I kneaded her pussy and began to feel the moisture seep through.
“God, Dave…” she moaned.
“You’re such a little fucking whore,” I growled.
“Yes, I’m your whore, baby.”
“You’re everyone’s whore, aren’t you, Dana?”
Dana hesitated and I pressed her cunt more firmly. She was soaking through the yoga pants now.
“Yes…yes, baby…I’m everyone’s whore…” she gasped. There was something to her voice—was it worry?
“I love teasing my little whore,” I said. I was bent lower now, licking and sucking her full nipples, which had gone dark and stiff, throbbing out from her tits and begging for attention.
“God, tease me, baby. Please tease me, Dave,” she whimpered.
We had been playing these games ever since we started going on our Hot Dates, but generally the teasing went the other way. Dana would tease me about what a whore she was and how much she loved going out and fucking other men. We had not done it as much since we’d been on the break, even though we were making love more than ever. Dana wanted it all the time, whenever we were alone. That was why I didn’t take her desire to get downstairs seriously. Usually, she was crawling into my lap while I was trying to update my fantasy football team.
Dana rubbed me through my boxer-briefs, but I kept swatting her hand away. I was afraid I had too much of a hair trigger at the moment. It didn’t take much to make me come under ordinary circumstances when I watched her videos. I knew I would be a mess this time. But my hand was inside her yoga pants and thong and I teased my finger up and down her slippery lips. When I grazed her clit her body jerked and she pushed at me. We were both ready.
I dragged Dana to our bed and bent her over the side. We have one of those king-size beds that’s so high it takes some effort for Dana to climb into it at 5’3”. When I bent her over the side, her feet barely touched the ground. She clawed for the comforter to keep from being pulled off when I jerked her yoga pants and thong off—I discovered the thong was a red lacy thing. Dana obediently pushed her ass into the air for me, and I kicked off my boxer-briefs. I sank into that smooth, wet cunt and I just about lost it. I nearly came the second I entered her.
She was nice and snug around me, but I still couldn’t help thinking about her being pounded by a larger cock just a few hours earlier. I imagined I felt a difference, even though that was crazy. And even though she was always supposed to be wearing condoms, I knew she sometimes slipped. Had Zach shot his load inside her? It pissed me off to think about it, but it also turned me on.
“God, fuck me, baby! Fuck your little whore!” Dana begged breathlessly. It was loud enough for me to hear, but not carry beyond the room. Luckily, our house is large and the kids’ rooms are far, far down the hallway.
“Feel…so…good,” I grunted, timing every word with a deeper thrust inside her.
“Your whore needs it! I need it so bad, baby!”
I had to bite my tongue. I almost told her, Didn’t you get enough this afternoon, tramp? But I kept my cool and just thrust into her faster. She tried to raise up on her elbows and look back at me, but I planted a hand in the middle of her back to keep her down. She was pressed firmly into the mattress and turned her head to the side to breathe. I had an amazing view of her perfect ass as I took her, and wondered if Zach enjoyed the view. Did he pull out and come all over her ass? I knew he liked coming in her mouth and on her face. I loved seeing my sweet wife get a facial.
“Come for me, baby. I need to feel you come,” I demanded. I was going to be quick and I wanted Dana to come too, so I ordered her too, like that would make it happen. “Rub your clit, tramp!”
Dana pushed a hand underneath her and did as she was ordered. I felt her pussy constrict around me as she rubbed her clit, and I knew it was helping to push her toward a climax. I held her petite waist and drilled her harder and harder. The scenes of Zach fucking her flashed through my mind—individual images like a slideshow, not a video. I saw her eagerly sucking his cock. I saw Dana staring up at him and then kissing him while he slowly rocked his cock into her. And just like that, I was done. I grunted loudly and pulled out, jacking my load all over her sweet ass. I thought maybe I heard a whimper of disappointment, but Dana kept rubbing her clit and then she was moaning in that way that always signals her orgasm. She kept thrusting her hips, like I was still inside her, and then her body tightened up as she rode that orgasm all the way through.
I stepped away and stared down at my wet, flaccid dick. There was a flash of shame. I always felt it after focusing on Dana with other men. I am a man and I know what my fetish would mean to other men. I did not deceive myself into thinking that it was socially acceptable. But the shame was only momentary because I also understood that it only mattered what Dana and I thought. It was our marriage. She accepted me for who I am—or so I thought. Did her stepping out mean something different? I chose not to think about it.
“That was…intense,” Dana breathed. I felt like she was going to say quick, but thought better of it.
“You know how hot you look in yoga pants,” I lied. It wasn’t
really a lie—she did look hot—but I was not telling her the whole truth.
“Yeah, but they don’t always do that to you.”
Dana pushed off the bed, careful not to roll and smear my cum onto the comforter. Just looking at her curvy, beautiful nude body made my cock start twitching to life again. I think one of the roots of my hotwife fantasy is how hot I find my wife, and I want other men to find her that hot too. And only when I get to see her use that hot body from a distance can I truly appreciate it. It’s like watching a thoroughbred rather than just riding it.
A cloud crossed her face and she looked down, avoiding my eyes as she went to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I heard the shower start and I wondered if I had done something wrong. She loved it when other men took the lead—didn’t she want that from me? It made me angry and I pulled on sweatpants and left the room.
~~~
I was downstairs flipping through channels when Dana found me. She was ready for bed, but still sexy—always sexy. A tight Spandex cami clung to her, hugging her tits, and little satin shorts left her shapely legs exposed. She was carrying her new Surface tablet, which she hugged against her chest. And then came those four words all men dread.
“We need to talk.”
“Didn’t you like that upstairs?” I asked defensively.
“It’s not about you, honey. It’s me. I have to tell you something.” She was deadly serious.
“What is it?”
I turned off the television and faced her. I knew what was coming, but I tried to keep a blank expression. It was not just that I didn’t want her to see that I knew. I also didn’t want to show my disappointment. I had gotten excited about the possibility of more illicit videos. The sad truth was that I really did like my wife being a true whore—one who sneaks out on her own, not just for her husband’s pleasure. Every time I thought there was a limit to my depravity, I found there was a new line.
Dana looked everywhere but at me. It hurt to see her struggle, but I had to let her do this her way. “I don’t know how to tell you this. I don’t want you to hate me.”
“I will never, ever hate you, Dana. I love you. You are my life. Don’t ever think games like we played upstairs—or like we were playing before—could change how I feel about you. I told you before we started any of this that nothing will change what we have.” I took her hand.
“But this is different. I betrayed you. I betrayed us.”
I was quiet, letting her get it out.
“Dave, I’ve been with another man.” She looked at me, unshed tears in her eyes.
I grinned to relieve her tension. “I know that, babe. I know all the intimate details.”
“No, not like before. During our break. I’ve been with someone else during our break.”
I tried to feign surprise. I showed a little anger, which was genuine. “What do you mean? You’ve been screwing someone else?”
“Yes.” She looked down again. A single tear rolled down her cheek. It was killing me. In a tiny voice she admitted, “It was Zach.”
We were both quiet. I was surprised by my surge of emotion. Although I knew, I still felt a swirl of anger like I was hearing it for the first time. It was kind of what I wanted, but it was also not what we were supposed to be about. Dana had broken the rules, and I was not happy about it. But that anger was tinged by desire. It was lessoned by my need. There were no words to explain that, and I didn’t try to.
“So you told me we needed to take a break—”
“I meant it.”
“And then you went right out and fucked Zach behind my back?” I tried to keep my voice in check.
“I didn’t go right out and do it. I didn’t mean to.” More tears were coming.
“You just fell into his bed?” My anger was a relief, but I didn’t understand why.
“I was out in the city and I just happened to run into him. He asked me to coffee. I knew I shouldn’t, but I told myself it would just be coffee.”
“But?”
“He wanted me to come back to his place and I said yes. I knew it was wrong, but I…I don’t know. I…”
“You wanted to fuck him.” My teeth were gritted.
“Yes. Does it make you feel better to hear it like that? He asked me back to his place and I said yes because I wanted to fuck him. He wanted me and I couldn’t help myself. That is what you want to hear, isn’t it?”
Dana had been trying to soft peddle it, but I pushed it out of her, and now her own anger flared.
“I never said I wanted you to screw guys behind my back.”
“But you wanted me to be like this. Your ultimate fantasy is for me to be some little slut who can’t say no, isn’t I?”
“Dana…” I didn’t know what to say, because I didn’t want to admit the truth. But I also did not want her sneaking around. I wanted to be involved. I wanted some control over the situation. I wanted my wife to be my slut. That was an important difference.
“I guess that’s what I am now. A guy gives me the right look and I fall into bed with him.”
“You know this is not what I wanted. We’ve always been honest with each other, and we had an agreement. I didn’t push you into Zach’s bed.”
Dana’s rally of defiance began to deflate. She looked at me again with teary eyes. “I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“You’re the one who wanted the break!” I pressed. “I never asked for it.”
“I know! I was scared after Carlos and I didn’t know what you really wanted and I thought we should stop and think and then talk about it. But Zach doesn’t scare me like that, so it was too easy.”
“Why is Zach so different?” This was what I wanted to know, and what I feared.
Dana tried to smile and touched my cheek. “It’s not what you think. God, Dave, I don’t love him. It’s nothing like with you. Zach is comfortable. I know what to expect with him. I know he’s not going to press me too much.”
“But what if he does? What if he wants more? I know I would. And you have feelings—I can see it.” I held her hand and squeezed.
“Yes, I have feelings for him, but they aren’t like my feelings for you. You are my husband. Nothing competes with that. Zach is more like a good friend, almost like a brother.” She laughed at that. “Okay, not a brother, that’s crazy. But I can kick back with him. He’s like a safe place if I need a fix.”
I nodded, trying to understand.
“Don’t forget, it’s not like he’s really my friend, baby. He’s Dani’s friend. He doesn’t even really know me. He knows almost nothing about my real life, but he’s perfect for Dani. She’s just trying to feel her way in the world. If he knew the real me, he’d probably run.”
“Don’t say that. You’re perfect.”
“Ha! Far from it.”
I pulled her close and held her tight. The tablet dropped to the floor. In that moment, I didn’t care about the videos I knew were on it. I didn’t care about anything but the bond I felt for my wife.
“So you don’t hate me?”
“I will never, ever hate you. But I am not happy you were sneaking around. You should have just come to me and told me you didn’t want to be on a break anymore.”
She bit her lip. “I don’t know that. Sleeping with Zach isn’t the same as going out with other men. I still think we need to talk about it and we haven’t done it.”
I was annoyed. I was forgiving her and that wasn’t enough. “What do we need to talk about?”
Dana sighed. “We haven’t talked about that night. I did things…”
“Yeah, you lost control.”
“And that scared me.”
“Did it feel good?”
Dana hesitated. She didn’t want to admit the truth any more than I did. “Yes. But it’s just not about that.”
“I thought it was all about that.”
“You know it’s not. I’ve asked you what you want from this, what you really want. And you won’t tell m
e.”
“What more do you need to know?” I asked.
“Do you have any boundaries? Was it okay that I fucked two men that night? Was it okay that I was with another woman?”
“I didn’t know you were into that,” I chuckled.
“It’s not funny. And neither did I. I was so high I think I was into everything that night.”
“The getting high does bother me. I mean, I know it’s not the end of the world, but I don’t want you to become an addict. Then we’ll have a real problem.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not itching for a fix—of that.” Dana allowed a tiny smile. “So you’re okay with anything I do? I could take a whole football team?”
I tried not to show my excitement at the idea of a bunch of men taking my wife. I wondered, could I handle that? “I’m okay with whatever you’re okay with. This isn’t really about me.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it. We wouldn’t be doing this without your fantasies.”
“Okay, that’s true. But I really do want you to feel free to do whatever you like, as long as you keep me in the loop, and I get what I need.”
“I know you want—need to see it. Then why did you seem as freaked out as I was?”
“It was a shock to see you like that, I’ll admit it. I had to sort through my feelings. But it was insanely hot. Like, unreal. I’m so proud of you for totally cutting loose.”
“So that’s it?”
“Okay, I’ll confess, I was disturbed by Carlos. I don’t want you to stop dating, but it was hard to see another man control you like that. Sure, I’ve seen other men take you, but it was different with him. It felt like you were more his than mine, and it scared me. I didn’t like it.”
“It scared me too, baby. It did feel like I would have done anything Carlos told me to do, and I can’t just blame it on the drugs. He just has a way of pushing my buttons. Even if we go back to the Hot Dates, I don’t think I should see him.”
“I agree.”
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