Of course I lost it. I was only rubbing myself through my pants, but seeing Dana sucking that cock only feet away—hearing her slurping sounds and watching her mouth move—was way too intense for me. Watching videos of her was nothing compared to this. It felt like I was going to faint as I ruined my pants. I know I groaned loudly, but the two of them were way too deep into their own sex to hear me.
Her friend must have been very good with his mouth, because Dana had trouble keeping up her sucking. Having been on the receiving end of a “69” from my wife, I know how single-minded she is with a cock in her mouth. She started with little moans, muffled by her mouthful, but then Dana ended up pulling her mouth off that thick shaft and hanging her head while she experienced another powerful climax. The shiny wet cock rested alongside her face and her hair stuck to the side.
“Oh god! Oh god! Ohhh fuck!” Dana cried. I could hear him slurping away at her from behind, and she kept pressing her pussy back to his mouth.
Dana was still trembling when she pulled away from him. She turned and reached for her purse on the nightstand, dangling her tits in his face. He played with her nipples and Dana had to pause while she composed herself. Once she did, she produced a condom from her purse. Funny how she had that with her, even though we were not planning for this tonight.
“You’re a hot little piece, aren’t you?” he said, chuckling.
“I know what I need, and I know how to get it. I hope that’s not a problem.” Her tone was challenging.
“Fuck no. I wish all women were like you. You’re fucking amazing.”
On that, I had to agree with him.
Dana rolled the condom down his shaft like a pro. He was content to sit back and let her do all the work. It was dark, and my angle wasn’t great, but I stared hard where their bodies came together and I could just about make it out when my wife slid down onto the stranger’s cock. It’s funny that Dana makes the same sexy little sound when she’s first impaled, no matter who’s dick it is. It’s a soft, sensuous little moan that almost makes it sound like she’s surprised someone just entered her.
He held her ripe ass in his big hands as she ground down onto him and leaned in for a long, hot kiss. I had a perfect view from behind, but I wished I could see them kissing. Dana’s hair fell forward to veil them from view. She worked her hips in little circles and slowly started riding him. Her head still hung forward, but I knew they’d stopped kissing because I heard Dana whimpering as she moved on him. His heavy breathing turned to grunts, and he moved his hands to her slender waist so he could manipulate her lithe body.
“Oh god! Oh yes!” Dana cooed.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“You like that strange cock, don’t you?”
“God yes, I love it. Oh god!”
He sounded like a bad porn actor, but I’m not ashamed to admit it was hot. My cock was hard again inside my sticky pants. Dana pushed off his chest and sat straight up, riding his cock hard. His hands slid to her bouncing tits, and he mauled them. She cried out when he got too rough with her nipples, but I knew deep down she really liked it. Since she’s been with other men, my wife has learned that she likes a lot of things she never suspected.
“Oh god! Fuck!” Dana cried.
Dana leaned forward and planted both hands on the padded leather headboard over the bed, madly churning her hips. Her cries turned to shouts and then she became very still. He kept pushing his cock up inside her, but I knew Dana was coming. The stranger didn’t get the cue, though, and used her stillness to take control.
The big stranger easily flipped my wife onto her back. I don’t think his prick ever slipped out of her. He pulled her legs back over his arms and started pumping. The bed bounced violently as he pounded Dana. She was right back to shouting and she dug her nails into his forearms. It was so hot to see her stocking-clad legs in the air and her high heels bouncing as she got fucked. I had to stop rubbing myself because I was going to make an even bigger mess in my pants.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” Dana wailed.
“Aww fuck baby, fuck yeah!”
“Yes…yes…yes…yes…YES!”
All of the sudden it just stopped. The man groaned loudly and planted his cock deep inside my wife. He dropped her legs and she wrapped him tightly around his waist, trapping him inside her. She was still working her hips, and I imagined she was using her muscles to milk every last drop of his load. Jesus, Dana was so sexy!
He rolled off of her and his spent cock flopped between his legs. Dana’s chest rose and fell as she sucked in air and she looked over at the closet and winked at me.
ten
Dana didn’t even have time to step away from the door. The second that stranger was out of our hotel room I was on her. She was wearing the little, thin white robe that came with the room, along with her heels and thigh highs. She didn’t want to see her lover to the door so naked. I pulled the robe off of her and swept her hair aside so I could nibble on her neck from behind.
“That was the goddam hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I growled, trying to remember not to leave marks in her tender flesh.
“Better than all those videos?” She sounded amused, but gasped when I dipped my hand down between her legs. It was so soaked down there my fingers were slipping all around.
“God, yes. This is what I always wanted. I wanted to really be there when you got fucked.”
“We should have made it happen then. You know I’ll do whatever you want, baby.”
“You little whore,” I groaned, rubbing my erection into her back, I clumsily fumbled with my pants.
“I’m your whore. You made me this whore. You wanted a little wife-whore…”
Her teasing was interrupted when I pulled back on her hips and jacked her butt into the air. Dana obediently bent forward and placed her hands on the door. Even with her in those high heels, I had to bend down, but I shoved my cock up inside her. I slid into her well-used pussy so easily. It made me want to come right then.
“Fuck me, baby,” she cooed. “Take back your whore.”
I hammered into her like that for a few minutes, but honestly it was a little awkward because she’s so petite. Standing sex has never worked well for us. I spun her around and lifted her like a doll. Dana grabbed my slick dick and fed it back into her pussy, while I held her up by her ass. With her back to the door, I easily bounced her up and down on my cock.
“Yes! I feel you so deep. Oh god yes!” she cried.
“You love a big cock…”
“Yes! He was so big. I wanted to ride that thing all night. I wanted to come on that thing all night while you watched!”
“Fucking slut,” I moaned.
“You’ve turned me into such a slut, baby. You know I can’t get enough. I had to go pick up a stranger tonight.”
“Yes… Ohhh, Dana…”
“It was so hot knowing you were there. Oh yes!”
The sounds of her wet cunt on my shaft filled the dim hotel room. Anyone in the hallway would have heard us fucking against that door. It was sexy that someone else might hear what a slut my wife was. She was right—I loved that she was a whore now. It was everything I wanted.
Neither of us was going to last very long. Dana came first. She comes so easily once she gets started. Feeling her orgasm around my cock was enough to push me over the edge too. She clutched me tight and locked her whole body around me while I unloaded inside her. It was so intense that I was suddenly weak in the knees. I staggered over to the bed and set her down, before flopping beside her. I couldn’t stop shaking.
“Are you okay, honey?” Dana asked, rubbing my back.
“Yeah, I’m perfect. Tonight was just so…”
“I felt it too, Dave. Going out with other men is hot, but having you right there was just so much better. I can’t believe it felt so different, but it did.”
I turned over and looked up at her. It amazed me how she could look at me with such
love after all that had happened tonight. It told me that she wasn’t doing this because she wanted another man in her life. My wife did it because I asked her to, and because she learned she really liked fucking other men. They could fill her bed, but never her heart.
“The videos have been so incredible—like everything I could ever ask for—it never occurred to me that it could be so much more intense. I guess I felt a little of it in the beginning, when we were going out together, but watching you fool around in a car was not like this.”
“Maybe we can figure out how to do this again. There’s always the closet, but…”
“Yeah,” I replied. “I don’t know if the closet is a real solution. The whole time I was thinking I was going to get caught.” That feeling may have added to everything, but I seriously did not really want to be caught.
“We’ll think of something. We don’t have to solve any problems tonight. Right now, I just want to crawl into bed with you and snuggle up together. I am going to grab a shower first.”
While Dana was gone, I didn’t think of a downside. I would have loved to have watched her fucking the stranger over again while I waited. A big part of it for me was having those videos I could watch over and over again. Every time I re-watched a video I found something new to excite me, some new nuance of how my wife fucks. Being there was much more visceral, more immediate, but it was a moment in time and then it was over. I was greedy. I wanted to be there and record it.
I closed my eyes and pictured the layout of the fuck-pad I’d made for Dana’s dates. Was there a way I could reconfigure it that I could actually be there when Dana brought men back. I could probably build a secret compartment off of the closet where I could sit and install a two-way mirror. It would have to be tight to avoid intruding too far into the room. And I still wouldn’t see anything if they got busy in the living room. With the hidden cameras, I could see everything that happened in that apartment, but it would not be so if I was waiting in some hidden part of the bedroom.
Dana emerged from the bathroom while I was still deep in thought. She was nude and toweling her hair. Her sexy body was pink from the scrubbing and the hot water, and she looked incredible. My cock stirred again just from watching her.
“You look deep in thought,” she said.
“Just trying to make plans,” I said.
“Should I be worried? Every time you make plans, I end up doing something crazy.”
She sat beside me on the bed and noticed my twitching shaft. She lazily stroked her warm little hand up and down its length, making it grow harder. Only Dana could get me hard so many times in one night.
“Is that for me?” she innocently asked.
“You know there’s no resisting you when you’re naked. I always want you.”
“It’s a shame you have to wait in line then.”
The implication of her words made me groan and I closed my eyes. Images of her riding that stranger popped right back into my head. She leaned forward and softly, sensually kissed me. “I guess it’s a good thing you don’t mind waiting in line.”
“Christ, Dana. You’re making me crazy.” My cock was back to aching hardness. Having a hotwife had made me horny as a teenager again.
“Was it hard tonight, waiting your turn, when I was so close? You could see how badly I needed to be fucked, but it wasn’t you taking care of me.”
“Yes,” I stammered. It was almost too much.
“While I was sucking his cock, all I could think about was how you were right there. I was thinking about you jerking off in that closet.” She stroked my cock faster, then took me in her mouth. I jacked my hips upward, pressing into her throat.
“Fuck, Dana…”
My wife pulled back, smacking her lips on my head. “You should have come out and fucked me, baby. You know how much I love two cocks at once.”
“Yes…”
“Next time I bring two guys back I could take on all three of you.”
“Shit, Dana…”
“Mmm, three guys. It could be fun.”
“Yesss…”
“You want to see three guys fuck your slut, don’t you, Dave?”
“Yes!”
“How about four?”
“Dana…” I stuttered her name.
“Maybe I should just keep going until I can’t take anymore.”
“Fuck!”
I screamed the word and exploded. I was surprised I had enough left to splatter her face, but a shot landed right across the bridge of her nose. Dana had just showered and didn’t want to be a mess again, so she locked her mouth down on me and sucked until I went soft again. When she came up, she was giggling.
“You’re too easy,” she said.
“It is easy with a wife as hot as you.”
“An easy wife?”
I had to laugh to. “Something like that.”
“Well, this easy wife is exhausted. I need to get some sleep if I’m going to be able to manage the kids tomorrow.”
“Then climb in here with me, woman. You’ve earned your rest.”
“Why thank you, honey. Love you.”
“Love you.”
Dana fell right asleep, but I couldn’t get an image out of my mind. It was an image of guys lined up, waiting to fuck my wife. But they would have to wait, because Dana was already surrounded. Someone fucked her mouth, while another one fucked her pussy. She was reaching for other men with her hands. It seemed like she was going to fuck forever. The guys in line high-fived me as they moved in to enjoy my wife. They all told me how lucky I was. And I felt lucky, but it also scared the hell out of me. Seeing Dana taking all those men made it feel like she was never going to be mine again. She couldn’t be. And yet, I wanted it more than anything. Confusing, conflicting thoughts filled my brain as I, too, finally gave into sleep.
eleven
It had been a few days since I checked my burner phone, so I turned it on to clear the messages. The moment it connected to the network, it was flooded with messages. There were the handful I expected from Zach, but he had gotten used to the hot-cold nature of our relationship and had learned to chill when I dropped out of touch. I think it was understood that I would get back in touch when I could see him again. Funny, but it never occurred to me that he might not be there when I reached out. I wasn’t sure if Dave was ready for me to see Zach again, so I decided to put him off for another couple weeks.
There were also some messages from other guys I’d met up with, but none of them had impressed me enough to want to see them again. I know not all hotwives feel as I do, but part of the thrill for me is meeting and seducing someone new. I don’t know if always wanting new lovers makes me more of a slut than the others, but I don’t care either. I like what I like. A few guys, like Zach, have made an impression to where I’ve wanted to continue on with them, but that wasn’t the norm. And I also understood that my husband was not looking for me to have a boyfriend on the side. For both of us, this was about the sex.
And there was message after message from Carlos. I had not communicated with him at all since that crazy night with his friends, but he did not want to take my disappearance for an answer. His various texts were by turns seductive, funny, cajoling, and even vaguely threatening. He understood he had a hold on me and he was not above leveraging that.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted. Carlos did have a hold on me, and my time with him was intoxicating. From the moment we met, he had a control over me that no man ever had before, not even Dave. Carlos got me to do things that I never thought I would do, and I did them almost without hesitation. That was why he was as frightening as he was exciting. I was not some twentysomething kid with nothing to lose. I could not just give into my desires with abandon. So because of the risks he represented, Carlos had to remain a no-fly zone. I deleted all of his messages and switched off the phone. I was going to be late to lunch with Jana.
We met at the chain restaurant near her office and as soon as we ordered drinks she wante
d to know all the details of my night in the city with Dave. I’d teased her with some texts, but refused to give her the whole story.
“I thought it was supposed to be a date night for you guys,” Jana said, as she sipped a lunchtime martini.
“It was. I’m not sure what happened, but the mood took me while we were hanging out with the others, and I decided I wanted to pick someone up.”
“That’s pretty crazy. Not just the fact that you’re out with your husband and you can decide you’re going to bring a stranger back—you’re so lucky with that—but also because a night out with your mom’s group could bring out the slut in you.”
I did not imbibe in the middle of the day, as Jana did, but instead ordered a raspberry iced tea. “I think it started because we were speculating about the other couples there.”
“Is this one of those things where you guys think because you’re into kinky sex everyone around you is too?”
“Maybe. I don’t think it’s so out there, though. Have you heard from AJ lately?”
“No.” She was clearly disappointed by that. “He’s been extremely busy lately. He was preparing for that triathlon, and now I think he’s trying to woo some big client. I think maybe he’s moved on, but that’s okay. It’s not like he’s the only built trainer hanging out at the gym.”
“Thinking of moving on, do you think he may have moved on with another one of his clients?”
“It’s possible. I don’t think AJ really treated his training business as an escort service for horny housewives, but you never know. He’s not the type of guy who’d turn away a willing wife if she was hot, that’s for sure. I thought you weren’t interested.”
I shook my head. “Oh no, I’m not. One of the girls from my group has been training with him, and I swear there’s something different about her. I would have never thought she would do something like that, but you should have seen the way she was dressed Saturday night. It was more than just showing off her work in the gym.”
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