Hot Dates 3: Consequences of Being a Shared Wife

by Kirsten McCurran

  -Some guys want to show us their view

  While I waited for a reply, I freshened my make-up. Jana was impatiently standing in the corner. She just wanted to get back to Tony. Dave must have been waiting by his phone, because he rapidly replied.

  -Guys? Sounds like fun. Be careful and enjoy yourself

  Dave had no doubts. He knew exactly what he wanted. Everyone seemed to but me. I felt silly. I texted him the location of the guys’ office, just to be safe, and asked Jana if she was ready.

  It was funny, but the guys looked surprised when we came back. They probably thought we were two married women out looking for a little fun, but not too much fun and I dragged Jana away to get out of there when I got cold feet. It probably would not be the first time they had encountered that. I have found that it is a certain type of man who goes after married women, and that type is a repeat offender.

  six

  “Are you boys ready to get out of here?” I asked.

  “Funny you should ask. I just settled the check,” Rick said.

  “Lead the way,” I replied.

  Rick and Marcus alternated guiding me out of the bar, each with a hand on my back or shoulder as I moved. Jana huddled close to Tony. I saw Max one more time as we left, and I definitely knew that look in his eyes. I bet bringing Dave to the Starlight Lounge one night would be very interesting.

  The night had turned cold and my coat was in the car. My nipples jutted through both my strapless bra and the thin faux leather, drawing approving glances from the guys. We told the boys we would follow them, but they thought at least one should ride with us in case we got separated. The plan was complicated by the presence of booster seats in the back of my Prius, but Jana enthusiastically agreed to ride with Tony, while Rick rode with me. Marcus did not look happy to be the odd man out, but took it with a grace that only made me want him more.

  I settled into the car with Rick and as soon as he started giving me directions I knew he was taking me the long way. I was glad I had slowed down with the drinking since I was driving. I followed Rick’s directions, even though I had a good idea where their building was.

  “So is this something you and Jana do often?” he asked. Rick’s hand rested on the console between us and I could see he was moving it closer to me. When I did not take the bait, he added, “Go out for drinks, I mean. Do the girls’ night?”

  I turned and gave him a crooked smile, but then my eyes were back on the road.

  “Are you asking if we go out all the time without our husbands?”

  “I suppose I am.”

  “Only when we get in the mood. Like I said earlier, a night away is nice. It’s good to have time to remember what it’s like being your own person.”

  “Not someone’s wife? Mother?”

  “Exactly. I think you’ve done this before,” I teased.

  “What is that, Dana?”

  “Bought drinks for married women.”

  “Perhaps. Not all married women are created equal. They need to have something special to be worth it. There, take that left up there.”

  I followed the directions. “So I’m something special?”

  “Come on, now. Let’s not pretend you don’t know exactly how hot you look in that dress. A woman only wears a dress like that for one reason.”

  I gave a little giggle. “And what is that, Rick.”

  “Well, if she’s married, it’s because she’s looking for trouble. Are you looking for trouble, Dana?”

  “I don’t know that I’m looking for anything. I like to just see what the night brings me.”

  “Did your husband see you leave like that? He must be very understanding. I think I may be too jealous to let you leave like that. I might have to rip the dress right off of you.”

  The visual made me shiver. “My husband is very laid back. He knows I’m coming home. He has nothing to worry about.”

  Rick led me around to the side of the building and then passed me a keycard to trigger a garage door. I drove down the ramp and he directed me into a parking space. I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned to grab my little purse when Rick kissed me. I melted right into it, flicking my tongue back at his. He was not the best kisser I’d tasted, but what he lacked in finesse he made up for in power. His goatee was surprisingly soft against my cheek. It was not a toe-curling kiss, but I was pretty horny by then, so it didn’t matter. I leaned across the console and let the kiss linger for a minute or two before withdrawing.

  “The others are going to think we got lost,” I said, licking my lips.

  Rick pulled me close to him on the elevator and rested his hand on my ass, but he didn’t try to kiss me again. It was not a long ride anyway. The elevator doors opened onto his offices, which took up the entire floor. The firm’s name was on the wall in large, but tasteful, gold letters. He used a second keycard and the glass doors clicked. He held one and I entered. The middle of the office was divided into cubicles, but with expensive-looking dark wood dividers, not that cheap cloth and steel stuff. It really did make them look like little offices. The bigwigs had the offices that lined the outside walls, and there was a big conference room behind the huge reception desk. Floor to ceiling frosted glass walls separated it from the rest of the office. Rick let me right to the conference room, and I wondered how many times he’d pulled this move.

  I was not surprised to find Marcus waiting for us in the conference room, but Jana and Tony were nowhere to be found. Marcus explained Tony was giving her the grand tour. Rick said he was going to find that bottle he’d mentioned and that he’d be right back. I walked around the large table that dominated the center of the room. It was so shiny I could see my reflection. Marcus had not turned on the lights, but left the city to illuminate the room for us. I wondered if that would be enough light as I set my purse down on the big table and took out my secret video camera. I switched it on and set it down, pointed roughly in the direction of the window. That was likely where someone would make a move.

  The view was amazing. The outer wall of the conference room was mostly a giant semicircle, taller than I am, that looked out onto the city. With all of the nighttime lights on it was beautiful. As I stood by the glass admiring that amazing view, I sensed Marcus moving close to me. When I turned, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

  It would be nice to say that being kissed by two different men in less than ten minutes was new to me, but of course it was not. Still, it’s not something I had gotten used to. It made me feel like a slut, and it was so exciting it made me swoon. It helped that Marcus was an amazing kisser. He knew how to start soft and teasing, using his full lips to his advantage and draw me in before turning it on full-blast and giving me goosebumps everywhere. It was the kind of kiss that had me moaning into it. My body molded to his and his hand on my butt felt like the most natural thing in the world. Marcus could have undressed me with that kiss, but alas, we were not alone. I heard the click of the glass door opening and pulled away from Marcus, unexpectedly embarrassed. It was not that I owed Rick anything, but I still felt like I was being caught.

  “Don’t get started without me,” Rick said, all smiles.

  Why didn’t it bother him to see me kissing Marcus? Did these guys share women regularly? My mind went right back to that last night with Carlos, when I was passed between him and his friend, Javier. The way they moved me and used me, I knew they were experienced at sharing women. I shivered—half fright, half excitement—thinking of the night. This night would not go like that one, I promised myself.

  “Dana was just enjoying the view,” Marcus said, winking.

  Rick placed three Styrofoam cups on the table and poured a measure of amber liquid into each. We held the cups aloft and tapped them together.

  “To getting off the leash,” Marcus said.

  “To nights of freedom and new friends,” Rick added.

  “I’ll drink to all of that,” I said.

  The liquor warmed my chest going down, but it burned my stomach. It m
ust have been strong, because it immediately left a heady feeling in its wake. I was giddy from being buzzed so fast and gave the boys a silly smile.

  “So how many women have you shared this view with?” I asked.

  “Together? None. And I live very close, so I don’t generally bring women here. My bed is much more comfortable than anything in this office,” Rick said. He poured out another measure of booze for the three of us. Against my better judgment, I downed it. I could feel the heat in my face and hoped I was not too red.

  I looked to Marcus.

  “Honestly? My office has seen some action, but you don’t seem like the kind of woman who would be offended by that. I’ve always wanted to christen this big table, though, and that hasn’t happened.”

  Tension crept into the moment. We were all waiting to see what would happen next.

  “You guys are refreshingly honest. So what do you think is going to happen here tonight?”

  The guys looked at each other and it was obvious they had not thought that through. Neither of them expected the other to still be around at this point. They both turned and looked at me.

  “I guess it all depends on what you want to happen here,” Rick said. “It’s not really up to us, is it?”

  “It’s not fair for you boys to make me choose.”

  “Then what do you want, Dana?”

  “I’ll tell you what—I am not going to let both of you fuck me. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun.”

  I was standing between the men and I turned to Rick and pulled his lips to mine with a hand behind his neck. He was so tall and had to crane low to kiss me. He cupped my face with one hand and the other rested on my hip. His kiss was hungry and demanding, like in the car, and I closed my eyes and gave into the power of it.

  Marcus moved in behind me and swept my hair to the side so he could nibble on the side of my neck. I gasped into Rick’s kiss and shivered. That was an easy trigger for me, especially when I was so horny. Alone, Marcus would have been on his way to taking me to bed, but we weren’t alone, and I had decided I was not having a full-blown threesome tonight—just some fun, like I promised the guys.

  I reached back and found Marcus had a nice, tight butt. I pulled at it and he pressed fully into my back. It was hot to be pressed between the two men. Being trapped between their two strong bodies had my heart pounding. It was tough to admit, but I really am a girl who loves a good threesome. There’s just something about all those hands touching you, two mouths kissing you, all that attention, that just drives me wild. It feels so wrong, but it feels so good. If these guys really wanted to fuck me, I didn’t know if I would be able to resist. It was my first date out and I was already out of control.

  Marcus pushed his hands around my body and Rick moved back, like he’d get burned if Marcus touched him. Marcus mashed my big breasts in both hands. I rubbed my ass back into him to show my appreciation. He was only briefly satisfied with touching me through my dress. He grabbed the zipper at the back of my neck and drew it down. Rick pulled the dress from my shoulders and peeled it from my chest. My black strapless bra created wonderful cleavage and Rick took a moment to admire it before he thumbed open the front clasp of my bra. Untethered, my bra dropped to the floor.

  Rick took over my tits now that they were exposed. He dropped to one knee and lifted them in his hands. I shuddered and moaned when his thumbs flicked across my hard, throbbing nipples. He liked that and gave them a little pinch. My moan that time was louder and I pressed my breasts into his hands. Rick closed in and his mouth felt wonderful on my firm, fleshy mounds. I held his head, and when his tongue attacked my nipples I dug my nails into his scalp. The pulses of pleasure shot right to my pussy.

  Marcus had moved slightly to the side, and he twisted my head to kiss me. It was an awkward angle, but that didn’t matter. I kissed him like I hadn’t had a lover in years. I was so eager for him. My pussy hadn’t been touched yet, but it was drenched. Marcus would take care of that, but first he took my hand and put it on his dick, which he had taken out. I had gotten familiar with the male anatomy over the past year, so I can say with authority that Marcus had an impressive cock. As I stroked it, I guessed it jutted out over eight inches and its girth comfortably filled my hand. Feeling his impressive cock, I knew my vow not to fuck them had just become weaker.

  My dress was hiked up by Marcus and he pushed a hand between my legs from behind. He felt my soaked thong was plastered to my smooth, shaved mound. He pulled it aside and caressed my swollen lips.

  “Oh god,” I whimpered, between nearly constant moans.

  “You’re loving every second of this,” Marcus whispered to me.

  “Yes,” I gasped, right as his fingers found my clit.

  “You sure you don’t want to fuck both of us?”

  “God, don’t tempt me,” I moaned. I think Rick was too distracted by my tits to hear us.

  As I expected, they sat me on the edge of that giant conference room table and I had a moment to catch my breath as Rick shed his jacket and dropped his pants and boxers. His cock was not quite in Marcus’s league—maybe a couple inches smaller—but it had a pleasant upward curve that I knew would feel perfect inside me. I forced myself to stop thinking like that.

  I threw a quick look over my shoulder and moved just enough to give the camera a better view. The guys were just looking at me and their expressions of lust made me melt. The dress was gathered around my tummy, leaving me exposed to them. I could tell that Marcus really loved my tits, while Rick stared between my legs. They both looked like they wanted to devour me.

  “Come here, boys,” I told them.

  When they came closer, I took a cock in each hand and stroked them. Jerking off two guys at once really gives you an appreciation of how different men can be. Guys would probably assume I was taken by Marcus because of his size—and it was an impressive cock—but I loved the smoothness of Rick’s shaft and the helmet had a perfect flare. But one thing I never did was compare other men to my husband. He will always be in a class all his own, and no man can compete with him.

  I sensed tension between the guys. They probably were not used to being so close to another man while nude like that—certainly not while turned on. I looked back and forth at them as I played with their pricks. However weird they felt about the situation, it didn’t effect either of their hard-ons. Both were solid in my hands and ready for more.

  The guys relaxed and started touching me. They each took one of my breasts and massaged it. Marcus was just a bit rougher, drawing my nipple out until there was a sharp rush of pain, but I liked it. Rick surprised me by caressing me more like a lover, watching my face to see my reactions as he touched me. My soft moans told him how much I liked the attention.

  I bent deep at the waist and turned to my right to take Rick in my mouth. I licked and kissed the head to tease him before taking him deeper. He shook and then moaned as I took more and more of him. I continued to stroke his base while my cheeks hollowed from my powerful suction. I would have loved to have seen his expression, but I was bent too low to look up, so I just closed my eyes and focused on the cock in my mouth. My other hand wanked Marcus like it was on autopilot. I’ve become very good at managing two cocks at once.

  “That’s so fucking good, Dana,” Rick gasped, as I took him deeper. His head was pressed to the back of my throat and I’d swallowed nearly all of him. A dirty thrill shot through me when I heard him moan my name. It was a new experience for me, since I usually used an alias. I don’t know why, but it made me feel like such a slut. I loved it!

  I moaned and licked my lips as I let him slide out of my mouth with a wet sound. It was Marcus’s turn. My saliva left Rick’s shaft nice and easy to play with when I turned away.

  “Yeah, baby, that’s it,” Marcus groaned.

  His fat, dark head stretched my lips and my tongue found a heavy droplet of precum. Marcus played with my hair, but there was also a subtle pressure on the back of my head to go deeper. I o
pened my mouth wide and took more and more. His delicious girth stretched my lips wide and I was near the breaking point. He seemed even thicker in my mouth than he had in my hand. And he was not subtle about getting what he wanted. The pressure on the back of my head kept up, forcing me to take more and more of him. Marcus pushed that fat head into my throat and I forced myself to relax and take all of him, but I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to breathe.

  “Damn that’s good, girl. Suck it all, Dana,” Marcus cooed as he fed me his cock.

  I did not suck it all, but I did get most of him in my mouth before I used my hand as a natural stopgap. He was shaved smooth, something I’ve learned to like from another lover, but I think my nose would have been in his pubes if he weren’t. Marcus finally eased up, and as he pulled back I took a huge breath through my nose—right before he was pushing in again. Marcus seemed to really get off on feeding me his cock and I took it like the good little slut I am, but I was surprised. I would have expected that from Rick. Rick, who’s prick seemed to get hotter as I stroked it.

  Marcus finally allowed me to let his cock go, and strings of saliva stretched back to my lips as I turned and sucked Rick again. I went back and forth, switching between the guys as much as I could, but insistent Marcus monopolized more of the time, fucking my mouth. The boys let me go back and forth and have my fun for a while, but then they took over again.