“Maybe I need another drink,” she said softly.
Steve gathered up the front of her dress and touched her see-through red panties directly. He must have felt her wetness, because he said, “I don’t think so. You’re not the shy, reluctant type.”
“No,” she breathed.
Dana laid her head back on his broad shoulder and reached back to hold his head, while he kissed her neck. His hand moved back up her sexy red dress, undoing the buttons as he went. The belt thing came open with just a tug, and he kept going until my wife’s dress hung open. Steve pushed a hand inside it and got a handful of her tit. She moaned and he pressed into her harder. My own breathing was ragged and the intense tingling spread from my balls throughout my entire body. The rising excitement was just like the needle sliding in for this junkie. I knew my fix was coming.
He pushed into her panties and grabbed her mound. Dana cried out and bit her trembling lip. He must have found her clit because she was suddenly shaking and rubbing back against him like a contented cat. Listening closely, I could hear how wet she was while he touched her. It’s amazing how little foreplay Dana needs before she’s ready to go.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Oh yes.”
“You’re ready to go, aren’t you?” Steve looked pleased by how malleable Dana was.
“Are you just going to bend me over this couch, or take me to the bedroom?” she moaned.
I flashed back to Dana on her back on that couch, when she was flat on her back and being taken by two virtual strangers, Javier and Gabi. Gabi went down on her and she blew Javier. Dana came explosively, but it was just one of many incredible orgasms that night. She was not in for an orgy tonight, but it would still be exciting. My wife was also excited to take on a new cock.
“Lead the way,” Steve said.
I switched my view to the bedroom cameras and caught them walking in. Dana paused at the foot of the big king-sized bed and let her dress fall away. The red bra she wore underneath really offered up her breasts, and the sheer little panties featured her round ass perfectly. Seeing my sexy wife in her lingerie made my cock throb, the way it always does. It was so hot knowing there was another man there enjoying the sight. Steve took off his jacket and laid it on the chair, and then unbuttoned his shirt, keeping his eyes on my wife the entire time. She seemed to be posing for him. Dana turned and bent over to unzip her boots, giving him a full-on view of that perfect butt.
“I can’t believe your husband lets you out of his sight,” he commented. How many times have we heard variations on that comment? Whether they think she’s cheating or divorced, every man feels the need to say that if Dana was their woman they would never let her go. It bothered me in the beginning. Now I just chuckle at it.
“We’re not here to talk about him,” Dana said curtly.
Steve finished undressing and stood there proudly. I’m not a huge judge of naked men, but I wasn’t impressed. His physique was fairly average and his cock was too. I couldn’t read Dana’s reaction, but she must have liked what she saw because she walked forward and grabbed him by his cock. She pulled him low into a kiss as she stroked his shaft, while moving him toward the bed.
Dana huffed in surprise when he pushed her backward onto the bed. He stood over her, between her spread legs, and reached down to toy with her pussy. She moaned and wriggled around on her back when his fingers slipped inside of her.
“You’ve got a great pussy. So nice and wet,” he said.
Dana only moaned in response.
Steve joined her on the bed, kneeling down between her legs. He did not throw them over his shoulders, but pushed them wide apart when he buried his face in her cunt. My wife gasped loudly when he made contact. I switched to the camera in the ceiling fan over the bed. It was the perfect head-on view of them. Dana was staring right at the camera—right at me—while Steve went down on her. Her mouth hung open and she licked her lips. Her eyes were clouded with lust. The need was written all over her face. It was incredible to watch.
I had my cock out and was stroking it. Seeing my wife on her back like that was perfect—but not quite. I felt like something was missing. The sound coming through my headphones was not the same as hearing it live. Although my view was better than the one from the closet had been, it was not the same as seeing Dana and her lover in the flesh. There was an electricity in the air when I was in the room. Watching Dana on the tablet was hot—don’t get me wrong—but now that I had been there it just was not the same thrill.
Dana planted her feet on the bed and was humping her pussy up at Steve’s face. I could only really see the back of his head, but by the way his arm was moving, it looked like he was vigorously fingering my wife. He was doing a good job, based on her reactions.
“Oh yes! Yes! Yesyesyes!” Dana cried, holding his head with one hand and grabbing at the sheets with the other. She gave a final cry and locked her thighs around his head—her entire body going stiff as she cried out. I knew the signs that my wife was coming very well, and this looked like a good one.
Steve moved up and kissed her. Tasting herself, Dana probably gave him the hottest kiss of the night. She reached down and held his cock while groping for the nightstand. The drawer was full of condoms.
“Is that necessary?” Steve asked.
“What do you think?”
To his credit, Steve didn’t put up a fight. But he did not just fall on top of her and slip it in. Instead, he turned her around and—with her face buried in the pillows—he shoved it in from behind. He held onto her curvy hips and went right to town.
“Fuck that’s good! You’re fucking hot, Diana!”
Dana tried to reply, but her moans were muffled by the pillows. It was only when she turned her head to the side that she begged, “Yes! Yes! Fuck me!”
The dirty talk had an effect. Steve started pounding her even harder. I loved the way Dana’s ass jiggled when he thrust into her. I loved how her whole body shook. That was all I needed to see, and I lost my load into a handy tissue.
Steve did not last all that long. I’m not even sure Dana came again. He pulled out at the very end and whipped the condom off. Her jerked his cock a few times and then shot his load onto her beautiful upturned ass. Dana settled down onto the bed, making satisfied cooing sounds. Steve sat back on his heels looking as if he didn’t know what to do next.
I think he was relieved when Dana made no move to ask him to stick around. Steve dressed hastily, and Dana walked him to the door, still nude. I think she did that because she knew it teased me. Once he was gone, she turned to the camera in the living room and blew me a kiss.
“I hope you enjoyed the show, baby. I love you, and I’ll be home soon,” she said.
I took that as my cue to shut off the cameras. Dana likes to perform for me. She loves it that I watch, but I don’t think she likes the idea that I could just be on the other end, watching her as she moves around the condo doing normal things, or even cleaning up after she’s been with another man. There is a camera in the bathroom, but she can shut it off on her end.
I sat back on the bed and decided that I needed to carve out my little voyeur cubby sooner than later.
thirteen
I zipped the gym bag closed and turned out the lights in the condo. One of the advantages of having a separate place to go for my dates was that I could go there ahead of time and change into my—usually slutty—dating outfits instead of having to leave home in them. More than once one of the kids had asked why I was so dressed up when I was going out without daddy. And while I could cover myself with a coat this time of year, it also meant that I did not have to worry about the neighbors seeing me coming and going in those outfits. I was much more comfortable in black yoga pants, a warm fleece and trainers, with my damp hair pulled back into a ponytail, then I would have been slipping back into my lingerie and that dress.
The warm, glowing feeling I usually had after a date was not quite as rosy this time. Steve had been okay, but that was the problem. I think
I had come to expect fireworks every time. Zach always knew how to rock my world. And being taken by two guys always made my head spin. The last time was more exciting because my husband was in the room. But a regular date with decent sex just didn’t thrill me the way it used to. Was I becoming such a slut that I needed crazier and crazier experiences just to get the same high? It made me think of Dave and how he always seemed to be pushing me further.
I walked up the block to where I’d left the car and just as I clicked the remote, a familiar voice froze me in my tracks.
“Hey, Dana. Miss me?”
Ice water shot through my veins and I tried to force a mask of composure. “Oh, Carlos. Hi.”
Carlos walked out of the shadows from across the street, where he’d been leaning against his car. “I can’t seem to get a hold of you, so I thought I would come out and see what you’re up to. And it looks like you’re up to the same old thing, Dana. I have to be honest, though. That guy didn’t look like as much fun as I am.”
I was so shocked when I first heard his voice that I didn’t realize he had not called me Diana. Carlos was using my real name. I was speechless, but he must have seen the realization dawn on me.
“Yes, baby. I know your real name is Dana Richardson. You’re married to David Richardson, and his company owns this condo.”
“How?” I stammered.
“Do you think it was difficult for me to hang out and see you get into your car and then run your tag? I was running tags of attractive women back when I was a rookie.”
Carlos paused for a moment, but I still could not form words to ask all the questions swirling in my brain.
“I never really thought Diana was your real name. Why would you use your real name if you were running around behind your husband’s back? If you’re running around behind his back.”
“Carlos…” God, what should I say? I had to say something.
“I mean, I could see you using an unoccupied rental to fuck behind his back, but why is it furnished? Why the effort to make it look lived in?”
“I can explain…”
I really couldn’t, but I could not just let him keep talking. He was also moving closer. My back was up against the Prius. I realized I was trembling, but it was not all fear. Carlos had always had a special effect on me. The way my body reacted to him was almost chemical. I couldn’t control it any more than I could control sweating in the heat. His scent filled my nostrils and all I could think about was how he smelled after sex—strong and masculine.
“Unless your husband knows you’re sleeping around. Maybe he’s even one of those guys who encourages it. Does your husband send you out to fuck other men, Dana?”
I used every shred of willpower to keep my face blank. I did not want to confirm anything he said. If he knew my identity, that was one thing. But it was better for him to believe I was a cheating whore than to know about my husband’s fetish. I did not want to expose Dave that way.
“Carlos, we should talk.”
“Let’s go inside.”
“We can’t, not tonight. I need to get home. Dave is expecting me.” I said it so fast my words all ran together.
“So is it that he just doesn’t care anymore, or is he one of those freaks who gets off on his wife fucking other guys?”
I stared up at him with wide eyes, hoping to project as much sincerity as possible. “He doesn’t know. We use this as an Airbnb property. He never even comes here. I manage it.”
Carlos stared at me and I know he was trying to assess my honesty. He had to buy it. He just had to. I didn’t want to think what would happen if our real lifestyle was outed to someone like him.
“I guess I can believe that. It makes sense. There aren’t a lot of those cuckold bastards.”
I had to bite my tongue. I wanted to insist that Dave was not a cuckold, but it was better to act like I had no idea what he was talking about. Carlos helped me stay silent by shooting his hand out and grabbing me between the legs. It was so quick there was no time to react. He pressed his fingers to my mound and it was like my yoga pants weren’t even there. I whimpered and went weak in the knees, leaning back against the car for support. I put my hand on his wrist, but my efforts to stop him were weak at best. The moment he touched me my body reacted. He had to feel the damp heat of my pussy through the yoga pants.
“Please, Carlos,” I gasped. “I have to get home. Dave thinks I was at the gym. He’s going to get suspicious.”
He pressed into my pussy harder. I gasped and my head swam with desire. He massaged me in little circles and my clit felt like it was going to explode.
“I can always confirm his suspicions.”
“No, Carlos! Please! I think he already suspects something. That’s why I had to stop taking your calls. I couldn’t risk it.”
“But you could risk whoever that asshole was tonight? You’re full of shit, Dana.”
Carlos kissed me hard. My tongue flicked back at his and I melted into him. I could not help myself. I wanted him. Badly. Every cell in my body was screaming for me to drag him upstairs. As much as I feared who I became with Carlos, I still wanted him.
“I think you’re afraid of me, chica. You’re afraid of what you feel around me.”
“Yes,” I gasped. It was too easy to admit that truth.
“If you want me to keep your secret you need to do something for me. Will you do that, Dana?”
“Yes. Okay.” I agreed without even thinking. I really didn’t have a choice.
“Call me tomorrow morning and we’ll work something out. You’re the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever had. I’m not just letting you go like that.”
“Okay. Just please let me go now.”
Carlos chuckled. “Sure, if that’s what you really want.”
I realized that I was working my hips, grinding my pussy against his hand. The front of my yoga pants were soaked. He took his damp fingers and pressed them to my mouth, forcing me to taste myself. It was late, but not so late that no one would see us. Still, I did what he wanted, licking his fingers when he pressed them to my lips.
“You’d better call tomorrow, unless you want me showing up at your house,” he warned.
“I promise. I will.”
Carlos let me go and I sagged against the Prius. He seemed very amused by the way he left me. He just smiled, turned, and walked into the darkness.
~~~
Dave wanted to pounce on me the second I walked in the door, and it took a lot of effort to push him away. He’d sprung off of our bed and started groping me. It felt good and my encounter with Carlos had left me so turned on I felt dizzy. I did not want to resist my husband, but I had to. When I forcefully pushed him away, he knew something was wrong. I didn’t know a good way to deliver the news, so I just gave it to him straight. Dave was not happy. He paced the room while he tried to think.
“That motherfucker. Who does he think he is?” Dave growled. “I should find him and kick his ass.”
“You need to calm down, honey. He is a bastard, but we need to be careful here. Carlos is a cop. He has the ability to do things to screw with us that we probably can’t even imagine. We need to make him go away without antagonizing him.”
“How? He’s basically blackmailing you. And when you give into it once he’s going to know for sure he has leverage.”
“I agree, but I also think there’s some decency in him. There has to be. Guys like him take their honor very seriously. If I can get him to make a deal with me, I believe he will honor it.”
“There’s a lot riding on that hunch, Dana.”
“You’re right, but I know him better than you do. If I can make him feel like he’s going out on top—that he has the power—I think I can make this work.” The truth was, I didn’t have to make him think anything. Carlos had the power and he knew it.
“So what are you going to have to do?” The look on Dave’s face told me he already knew the answer.
“I don’t know for sure, but I think we can g
uess.”
Dave looked like he wanted to punch something. I could understand his frustration. I wanted to say something to make it easier, but what could I say?
“I’m so sorry I put you in this situation. I should never have started all this.”
I held Dave by the arms and forced him to stop moving. I looked up at him intensely and made him look at me. “This is not your fault. We made the decision to go into this world together. And we always knew there were risks. I didn’t see this coming, but doing something dangerous like this has to have downsides. It just has to. I’m just glad he didn’t figure everything out. I’m glad he thinks I’m just cheating.”
“Oh God.” Dave put his face in his hands.
“Honey, we can get out of this. I will get us out of this. It’s going to be okay.”
The way Dave looked at me broke my heart. He knew I was right that we didn’t have a choice. And the thought of what I might have to do for Carlos was killing him. He hated that another man had such power over me. Dave liked to play games, but I was still his wife. I was not for some other man to toy with.
“Dana…”
“I know. I love you. We will get through this, and we will be much more careful in the future,” I insisted. It’s funny how it was not even in my mind to quit our games.
“I love you, too.”
fourteen
It was torture to be so powerless. The living room of the condo was up on the screen—lighting up the darkness—and Dana moved in and out of the room as she got ready for Carlos. It killed me that she looked so incredible for him.
Every time I thought my wife couldn’t get hotter she did it, but this might be the topper. The red sleeveless dress looked painted onto her curves and it was borderline indecent. I don’t know how her tits were going to stay in it, or how her ass was going to stay covered. She’d been pulling down the back of that dress ever since she put it on. Dana teetered in ridiculously high heels. Her hair was pulled up dramatically and her lips were a slash of red that matched her dress. It ate me up inside that all this effort was for Carlos, but watching her in that dress and knowing how he would react had me painfully hard.
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