Hot Dates 3: Consequences of Being a Shared Wife

by Kirsten McCurran

  Rick pushed me back, so that I was laying on the table. I was about to reiterate that I was not going to fuck the two of them when he sat in one of the chairs and wheeled in between my open thighs. He tugged at my thong and I lifted my legs in the air so he could pull it up past my heels. I felt pretty sexy laying back on the conference room table with my heels in the air and mostly undressed. Rick didn’t wait to lean in and kiss my pussy. I gasped and rested my legs over his shoulders.

  I leaned back onto my elbows so I could look down and watch Rick as he went down. Usually you can tell how good a guy will be at going down based on the way he kisses, but that was not the case with Rick. He was only an okay kisser, but when his tongue started dancing on my clit, I wanted to scream. He knew exactly how to lick me, and touch me there. His fingers kept me spread open, and his other hand was under my squirming ass, trying to hold me in place.

  “Oh god! Ohgodohgodohgod!” I cried, hanging my head back to moan at the ceiling.

  Rick doubled down, sucking on my juicy clit as he licked. We could all hear how wet I was as he worked me over. I had been horny ever since the men approached us, so it was easy for Rick to get me off quickly. The first ripples of my orgasm raced through me, followed by a tidal wave of pleasure and I locked my thighs around Rick’s head as he kept licking me. He sucked up all of my sweet juice and just kept going.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes! God yes!” I wailed.

  Marcus watched me coming in wonder, but a strong man like that doesn’t just want to watch. He wanted his own piece of me and he was ready to take it. Even as my climax subsided, he grabbed me and twisted me around. Rick looked annoyed at having to stop what he was doing, but he was understanding of his friend’s need and went along.

  “You said you weren’t going to fuck both of us, right? I’m cool with that, Dana. I just want to come all over that pretty face of yours. Is that okay?” Marcus leaned in close to my face.

  Having just climaxed, I was not thinking clearly. I nodded.

  “And then Rick can fuck you. You definitely look like you need to be fucked, Dana.

  Again, I did not think. Rick was rubbing my pussy and I just wanted to come again. I just reacted. I nodded.

  “You sure, man?” Rick asked.

  “You earned it, buddy,” Marcus said.

  I found my voice. “There are condoms in my purse.”

  Marcus half-carried, half-slid me to the other side of the table and rolled me onto my side. I obediently opened my mouth so he could feed me his cock. He pushed my hair aside to see my face and held my head as he pushed deeper and deeper. It was only when he pushed to my throat and my eyes widened that he relented. He slowly, steadily fucked my mouth, trying to push deeper each time. Marcus was determined to make me take it all.

  Rick rejoined us and I was rolled onto my back. My heels were high in the air once again and Rick rubbed his head up and down my slit. I pushed at him, but he still teased me until I started whimpering. He slowly slid it in and it felt like the greatest thing ever.

  Marcus went back to action with my head hanging back over the edge of the table. In this position, he could really use my mouth as he wanted. I took a deep breath and prepared for him with my mouth wide open. He stretched my lips as he pushed into my mouth. My throat was open at that angle, and as long as I breathed right and relaxed, he was able to fuck right past the back of my throat. He fed me inch after inch until—amazingly—I felt his balls on my forehead. I couldn’t believe I swallowed the whole thing. My husband was going to go crazy when he saw this video.

  Rick held my thighs and really started hammering into me. I was right. His cock felt perfect inside me and it seemed to set off little explosions with each thrust—building to the big one. The room filled with the sounds of the boys using me—my cunt squishing around Rick’s cock, the wet sound of Marcus thrusting into my throat. It was hard to stay relaxed when you’re being used like that, and the harder Rick fucked me the more I loved it. And when I tried to moan, I gagged around the prick in my throat. Drool ran down my cheeks, but Marcus did not care. As long as I was not passing out, he was going to keep fucking my mouth.

  “Holy shit!” Jana exclaimed.

  I was just able to look over and see my friend and Tony standing by the door, watching the two men take me. I felt a sudden urge to push the men away and flee, but they were in control. They weren’t going to stop until we all came, and god was I going to come. It kept expanding inside me and all I could think of was how badly I needed this. God, how I’d missed it.

  “Damn, you dirty little slut. I love it!” Jana added.

  “Yeah, she’s taking that dick like she was born for it,” Marcus grunted.

  “You boys better be taking care of her,” Jana said.

  “Oh, Dana’s having fun, believe me,” Marcus said.

  The state of Jana’s dress suggested it had been pulled back on in a hurry. Tony must have taken her back to his office and fucked her. And now he was ready for round two. It excited me that seeing me being a whore got him hard again. Tony pushed Jana forward and she leaned on her elbows, bent over the other side of the table. Her dress was hiked up and she cried out when Tony shoved it into her from behind. They both kept watching me as they screwed. God, that was hot.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me!” Jana cried. “Harder!”

  I was glad I couldn’t really see the two guys using my body. If I saw them looking over at Jana, I would have been jealous. I wanted all the attention for myself. Even when there had been another woman in the room before, with Carlos, it still felt like it was all about me. I think the three of them enjoyed corrupting me.

  “Suck it, suck it,” Marcus demanded. “Oh shit, Dana. Oh shit.”

  With no other warning, Marcus pulled out of my mouth and pumped his cock right above my face. It was so soaked with my spit that it dripped. I sucked in air, happy to finally be able to really breathe, when he blasted all over my face. Marcus shot across my cheeks and my nose, left a string over my lips, just missed my eyes, and even got a thick gob of cum in my hair. He kept pumping his shaft until he was sure it was drained. His load was huge and it felt like it completely coated my face.

  Rick pulled me closer to his edge of the table and pushed my legs back so he could lean over me. He pushed deeper, and I felt his balls slapping my thighs. He got so close, ignoring the cum on my face.

  “You’re so fucking hot. I want you to come for me, baby. Can you come for me?”

  “Yes…yes…make me come, baby,” I begged.

  “I can’t believe how hot you are. Goddam. Too fucking hot,” Rick cooed.

  “Oh god! Oh god!” His words just stoked the fire inside me.

  On the other side of the table, Jana cried, “Fuck me! Gimme that big prick!” She sounded like she was just out of a porn movie, but that made sense as she was built like a porn goddess with her tight body and big, fake tits.

  “I’m gonna come,” I moaned, in response to Rick’s words. I always thought it was silly to announce you were coming, but I knew he’d love it.

  “Come on, baby. Come on my cock, Dana,” he encouraged. His face was red and sweat dripped from his forehead, but he didn’t miss a stroke.

  “I want you to come. I want to feel it, baby. Please,” I begged. “Oh god! Yes! Yes!”

  The climax thundered through me, and Rick kept thrusting. He seemed to push it higher, stronger with each thrust. It felt like an unending orgasm, but then he pulled out and I levelled out into bliss. He pulled off the condom and jerked his cock, finishing on my stomach. He must have thought that was what I meant by feeling it, but that was okay. It was the perfect ending to a perfectly slutty night. He did not have the load his friend did, but I still felt it splattering on my flat stomach.

  I was finally able to really watch Jana and Tony. He had a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back as he slammed into her. Her body jerked with every thrust. There was a dreamy look in her eyes and she smiled at me.

  “Shit,” Tony grunte
d, drawing out the word.

  He held his cock inside Jana and I swear his eyes rolled up in his head. He was shooting his cum inside my friend. She kept her hips moving, wanting every last second of the experience, but had to stop when he went soft. She straightened up and pulled her dress down.

  “That was great, baby,” she said, turning and kissing Tony’s cheek.

  With the sex over, the room felt very awkward. I was still on my back on the table, a complete mess, and everyone else just stood around. No one knew what was supposed to happen next. As the only one with experience in this, I had to take charge. I pushed off the table and eased down to my feet. God, I was sore. Lying on that table had not been comfortable. I was going to cover myself, but then realized what a mess I was. I asked for directions to the ladies’ room. I looked around for my thong, but could not find it in the dim light. I’ve lost more pairs of panties on these dates than I can count. It sucks, because I do not wear cheap lingerie. Half-naked, I took Jana’s hand and pulled her out of the room. It felt weird to be walking through that office with no clothes on, but I didn’t have any choice.

  Cleaning up in the bathroom was not an easy task—and I was especially dirty. I had to work with soft soap and paper towels. Usually, I can retreat to a real bathroom to get cleaned up afterward. I did the best I could, running the water hot and wiping myself down.

  “I can’t believe it. You really are a wild chick,” Jana marveled. She had less work to do. She just fixed her dress and then tried to get her hair back into place and re-do her makeup.

  My face went crimson. I tried to imagine how I must have looked when Jana walked in with Tony—flat on my back with two men screwing me on a conference room table. It was quite the picture. I must have looked like something right out of a dirty movie. I couldn’t help feeling some shame. No one was meant to see me like that except for my husband, and my lovers, of course. I hoped my best friend would understand, but could anyone really understand that? Even Jana, with her little indiscretions, was not in my league.

  “It’s not usually like that, I swear,” I said defensively.

  “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, hon. I thought it was a blast. Crazy, but a blast.”

  “Really, these nights don’t go like this. I might meet a guy I click with, and then we figure out someplace to go. It’s not being tag teamed in some office.”

  Jana held both my arms. It felt strange for her to be so close when I was essentially nude. “Honey, I think you’re incredible. How many women—or men, for that matter—can just cut loose like that and enjoy themselves? It’s like, you get in the moment and you just don’t give a fuck—you’re going to enjoy it. That’s incredible.”

  “Thanks. I just don’t want you getting the impression that I’m looking to go out and get gangbanged every weekend. It’s not about that. I mean, that was really fun and everything, but it’s also overwhelming. It feels good, but I also feel like I’m just getting pushed and pulled around.”

  “I could see that.” Jana laughed.

  “But I need it to mean more than that. I want to play with the seduction. I want to give as good as I get, not just be used. Does that make sense?”

  “I guess so. But I have to admit, that looked like a lot of fun. I’m jealous.”

  I decided I was as clean as I was going to get and pulled my dress back into place. Jana zipped me. I fixed my makeup, and tried to brush my hair, but it was sticky with cum on one side. I was not going to be able to make myself completely presentable again. I finished with the little bottle of mouthwash from my purse.

  “It looked like you were having plenty of fun,” I said.

  “Tony was fun. He’s no AJ, but he was fun.”

  “That’s no surprise. You make AJ sound like Superman. I may have to meet him one of these days.”

  “If you do, hands off.”

  “Scouts honor,” I swore.

  We returned to the conference room to find Marcus wasn’t there. Rick and Tony were sharing a hushed conversation, which ended abruptly when we came into the room. At least they looked happy to see us.

  “Marcus said to give you his regrets, but he had to take off,” Rick said.

  “That’s too bad,” I replied. I understood what guys like Marcus were about. He’d gotten what he needed. It was okay, because so had I. “We really should call it a night, anyway.”

  “Yes, we need to get home,” Jana said.

  “Let us lock up. We’ll walk you out,” Tony said.

  Rick came around the table and gave me a little hug. I went for a kiss, but I got his cheek. I guess he didn’t want to kiss me after seeing his friend’s giant cock shoved down my throat. Guys are funny that way. But he did whisper in my ear.

  “Maybe we can meet up again sometime. I can put my number in your phone.”

  I kissed his cheek again and said, “That’s not a good idea. I’m sorry, but I’m sure you understand.”

  The guys walked us to the elevator, and we parted there. I think they were sad to see us go, for obvious reasons, but they all looked relieved. They had no idea what to do with us next. Jana exhaled a giant breath and laughed in the elevator.

  “That was wickedly awesome! What a night!” Jana exclaimed.

  “I guess you liked it.”

  “You are one lucky little wife.”

  “Dave is one of a kind, that’s for sure. It’s an interesting wrinkle in our marriage.”

  “I need to figure out how to get Neil on board.”

  I shook my head. “Do you think that’s even possible? I mean, I think guys are either into this sort of thing or they’re not. I don’t know that you can convince Neil to get turned on by you being with other guys.”

  The elevator opened and we walked to my car.

  “I’ll think of something. I’m highly motivated. I want to do this again.”

  “I don’t want to be mean, but you didn’t mind sneaking around before.”

  “But that’s so much more complicated. And besides, wouldn’t it be better if Neil got something out of it? I’d rather be a sanctioned slut than a cheating wife.”

  “You have a point, but I don’t know how you’ll do it.”

  “I’ll make it happen. We have to do this again soon!”

  seven

  It was past two in the morning when Dana came home, after dropping off Jana, and I knew right away from her appearance that she’d found some fun while they were out. Her hair was hastily brushed into place and her lipstick was worn away—even her eye makeup was smeared. There were fading red marks on her neck where some stranger had had his fun, and her fishnet stockings were wrecked. My wife had the look of a woman who had been very, very bad.

  I could not have been more excited. I was wide awake after her teasing text. The anticipation of how Dana would look when she came home had me wired. As exciting as it was to see her outfit for the night, or watch her getting ready, it was far more exciting to see my wife stumble into the house after a night of sexual debauchery. She looked exhausted even as she smiled. I hoped this was not going to be one of those nights she was too tired or sore for me to reclaim her, because I was achingly hard and I had to have her.

  Dana set her purse down on the end of the bed and reached back to find her zipper as she walked toward the bathroom. She was already barefoot. I set the laptop aside and hopped off the bed. I caught her before she reached the bathroom.

  “Let me have a minute to pull myself together,” she complained, trying to pull away from me.

  “No. I want you right now. Just like this.”

  I usually do let Dana shower and relax before I pounce. And when she tells me she’s too spent, I leave it to the next morning, but it had been so long since I’d seen her like that I couldn’t help myself. I had to have her.

  Dana’s resistance felt token. I suspect she was just as turned on as I was. I’ve learned through all this that my wife is like the Energizer Bunny of sex. It seems like the more she gets, the more she needs,
and if she can she just keep going and going. Her sexual appetite had always been strong throughout our marriage, but I had no idea how far she could go until we began our hot dates. I kissed her hard and felt her weak resistance melt. The kiss was hot, made more so by the faint minty taste of mouthwash. I knew that meant she’d had her mouth full earlier.

  I pulled her back to the bed and pushed her over the side. We have one of those high beds you need to literally climb into, so it caught my petite wife at just the right height to bend her over for fun. When I hiked up her tight little dress I was pleased to find her panties missing. That told me everything I needed to know. Her lips were red and swollen. I knew the look of a freshly-fucked pussy by now. She shook when I touched her, and made little mewing sounds when I pushed my fingers inside her. Her thighs parted wider.

  “You’re really not done for the night, are you Dana?”

  She quietly moaned my name, her hips already pushing back at my fingers.

  My pajama pants dropped to the floor and she really started moaning when I rubbed my head over her lips. Dana began moaning in earnest. I imagined her like this earlier, urging some other man to fuck her. I almost came before I was inside her. I eased it in, in case she was sore from earlier.

  “How many men did you fuck, honey?”

  “One,” she moaned. Dana gasped when I pulled out and thrust back in forcefully. “It could have been two.”

  I knew too well what it looked like when two men took my wife and I pictured it. God, she was sexy. I tried to hold back from coming. I did not want to finish in two seconds after another man had probably made her come multiple times tonight.

  “But?”

  “I didn’t want to be such a slut…oh god! You feel so good, baby,” Dana cooed. “So I only let one of them fuck me. I sucked off the other one. Ohh…”

  “Oh fuck! You are such a whore, Dana,” I moaned, clutching her hips and driving faster. It was so hard to hold back.

  “I know! I’m your whore, baby. I’m the whore you want me to be!”