Hot Dates 3: Consequences of Being a Shared Wife

by Kirsten McCurran

  Balls bounced against my cheek and I struggled to breathe. The man using my mouth didn’t care whether I could breathe or not—he just wanted what he wanted. I had gotten very good at deep throating, but I still need to breathe. And breathing is also harder when you’re uncontrollably moaning. I was so possessed by all of that wonderful stimulation that I could not control anything. I was just a pure sex organ in that moment.

  As I lay there, allowing myself to be pleasured, the disembodied comments fueled my fire:

  “She is fucking hot!”

  “Look at her, baby, she’s swallowing that dick whole. She can’t get enough.”

  “Suck it, baby. You’re gonna make me come!”

  “Fuck! Jerk it, baby! Jerk that cock!”

  “You feel so good. Oh Christ, that’s it.”

  That last was from the guy fucking me. I worked my muscles and used every trick I had to try and make him come, hoping that Carlos would be the one to step in. I felt his balls slapping against my ass as he moved faster and faster. He gripped my flesh harder as he pulled me into him, and I knew he had to be getting close. He groaned and then slipped out of me. I knew he filled that condom. God, it was hot! I really had broken all the barriers. I was happily letting complete strangers fuck me. I was letting my husband’s ultimate fantasy come true. I hoped he appreciated it.

  Another man moved between my legs. The last one had at least asked, and I wanted to push this one away. I was just about to release the cocks I as stroking when the man pushed inside me. The prick felt so good that it took a moment to realize he was bareback. I twisted my head away, and the man fucking my mouth reluctantly released me. The only thing that stopped me short was looking down to see it was my husband inside me. There was my Dave, hammering his cock inside me, and it was perfect.

  “Fuck me, baby! Give me that fucking cock!” I cried, to cheers from those around me.

  Of course only he and I knew the truth. Dave, and I—and Jana, I found out, when she stepped beside me, replacing one of the others. I knew in that instant that she had been the one on her knees in front of Dave. She’d finally gotten what she wanted, hadn’t she? My anger was short-lived.

  Jana leaned over and kissed me. Her tongue swirled into my mouth and I tasted my husband’s cum. I hungrily returned that kiss. It was so sexy. I wanted to kiss Jana all night. Her hand slid down my belly, and she rubbed my clit while Dave fucked me. Oh, God! It was insane. I came so hard that I screamed into that kiss.

  “Can I fuck your husband tonight?” she whispered in my ear.

  I nodded. “Yes, fuck yes!”

  That was all I could say, because Jana took that strange cock and put it back into my mouth. He fucked my throat double time, and I got that incredible high I always get when I am taking it from both ends. Knowing one of those men was my husband made it so sweet. It was like everything I’d done since we’d started was building up to this.

  Cum started shooting down my throat, and then into my mouth, and then across my face. I was a true slut with all of the loads I’d taken on my face. Did Dave love seeing that up close? Did he love his slut wife?

  I pulled myself up on that bench, sitting face-to-face with my husband as he fucked me in front of that crowd. He looked at my cum-splattered face and all I saw was awe. Dave looked at me like a goddess. It’s insane, but I had never felt more loved.

  “Fuck me! Fuck my used pussy!” I cried, forgetting all about the people around us. I heard the noise, I heard the DJ announcing something about the stage, but in that moment it was just Dave and me.

  Dave leaned close. We could have kissed, but we didn’t. He didn’t want any part of the cum all over my face, and I understood. We were just inches apart, but together.

  “You are amazing, babe. You are so perfect,” Dave whispered to me.

  “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to see your little wife used like a filthy whore, didn’t you?” I teased.

  “Fuck, yes. You’re the perfect whore I always dreamed of. God, Dana, I love you so much.”

  “I love you too, baby. I love what you’ve taught me about myself. I never knew I needed this until you taught me, baby.”

  “Did Carlos fuck you?”

  “Not yet. I need it so bad, though. I need his big cock inside me.”

  “You fucking slut.”

  “Yes, I am! Now fuck this slut!”

  I leaned back on my elbows so Dave could look down on me. I wanted my husband to see the cum on my face and on my tits while he fucked me. I wanted this moment to be as perfect for him as it was for me.

  To my side, I saw Jana touching another man, while he touched her. The top of her dress was pulled down and he fondled her big, fake tits while she stroked his cock. They were both watching me.

  Dave cried out and pulled out, splashing his cum all over my belly. It was not a huge load, but I knew he’d just come in Jana’s mouth, so it was okay. Dave stepped back, and Carlos moved in protectively. It was so weird to have my lover take me from my husband. Dave looked conflicted as Carlos unbuckled my legs from the bench and swept me into his arms. Dave stood by and watched as Carlos carried me away.

  “You really can’t get enough,” Carlos said as he carried me through the crowd. I was still nude, except for my heels, and I realized that now I had no idea where my dress was.

  “It felt like it was never going to stop,” I sighed. It was good to have a moment to catch my breath, but I was still tingling all over—high from all my climaxes and the coke.

  “Yeah, you could have gone all night, chica. Maybe I should have let you.”

  “I just want you to fuck me, Carlos.”

  “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Dana.”

  Carlos carried me toward the stage and when I realized what he was doing I began to panic. Being a spectacle off in some dim corner of the club was one thing. I was not a porn star. I was not prepared to put on a sex show in front of hundreds of people. I was not that person. Was I?

  “Carlos, we can’t do this,” I said, looking back over his shoulder at all the people looking up at the stage.

  “Why not? You seem to love an audience, and you said you want me to fuck you.” His tone was cold.

  “But not like this. Please, don’t make me, Carlos.”

  “Do you want my cock, chica?”

  “Yes, you know I do.”

  Carlos carried me onto the stage. We stood to the side of the bed, just outside of the spotlight. I was shaking in his arms.

  “You need my cock, don’t you, Dana?”

  “You know I do, baby. I told you. But not up here, please. I’ll do anything you want, just not up here.” The words rushed from my lips.

  “You’re a little fucking slut who cheats on her husband, Dana. You need cock, and everyone is going to see that.”

  “But Carlos…”

  “I’m not going to force you, Dana. I don’t have to force myself on women. But you gave your word to do whatever I wanted.”

  “I never dreamed…”

  “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to climb onto that bed like a good little slut, and I am going to give you what you need. If not, you can walk off this stage and you’ll never see me again.”

  Carlos put me down and I was weak in the knees. I could barely stand on those heels. I stared at him, consciously ignoring the people watching us. He was so cold. He was ready to let me walk away. I could see that. He wanted to fuck me, but he was so strong, so confident, that he was prepared to let me go. Carlos knew he could easily fuck any other women in that club tonight.

  So if I could just walk away, why didn’t I? Why was I still standing on that stage? I could not let Carlos fuck me in front of all those people, but I was not leaving. I was not some kind of sex star, but then why was I crawling onto the bed, kneeling on it facing Carlos?

  “I knew you would make the right decision, Dana,” Carlos said with a broad smile. He walked closer, unbuttoning his shirt.

  When he was close en
ough, I reached out and unbuckled his belt. I lowered his pants and his cock sprung out. I held him in both hands. That cock was so beautiful. I wanted him so badly. I looked out while I handled his cock and saw my husband and Jana standing near the front of the stage. Jana was hanging on him, whispering to Dave. He looked confused. Did he want this? If Dave wanted me to leave, I would have mustered the strength, but he just stood there and watched. It made me think this was what my husband wanted. He wanted my last submission to Carlos.

  eighteen

  “I bet you didn’t know you’d married a porn star, did you?” Jana whispered.

  “She’s not. She’s…” I tried defending Dana, but how could I? If she was going to fuck up on that stage, wasn’t that exactly what she was?

  “She’s everything you ever wanted, isn’t she?”

  “She is. She is my perfect woman,” I agreed.

  My beautiful wife Dana was up on a stage in front of a club full of people on her knees, sucking off another man. Carlos’s big cock stood straight up when she took it out. He didn’t need any help, but Dana still gave him a world class blowjob. I had come twice in the last hour, but I could feel my staff growing again.

  “Did you always want this? Did you always want Dana to be a slut?”

  “It’s a little more complicated, but yes. I always fantasized about her with other men. I’ve had that fantasy since before her, even. It’s always been in me.”

  “Why?”

  I glanced over at Jana, and I could see she really wanted to know. It was an oddly serious moment in the middle of the sexiest night of my life, but I think I knew why she asked. I thought back to watching my teenaged girlfriend with my friend, and the first time I felt these stirrings. The night didn’t cause this, it only awakened it. It had to just be something that was hardwired in me. I just wanted it.

  “It’s just who I am, Jana. I don’t think I could stop wanting it any more than I could have forced myself to like it in the first place. Do you really think Neil could watch something like this, let alone be turned on by it?”

  Her face gave me her answer. “I just thought…if he fucked Dana…”

  “Of course he wants to fuck Dana—look at her. And if he could keep quiet, I’d happily let it happen, but that’s not going to make him want you to fuck other people.”

  I looked back at the stage. Even after everything she’d done, after the strangers and the weird fuck-chair, I could not quite believe that my wife was doing this. Dana gets off on being watched, but this was taking it to a pro level. I really did wonder if she could come back from this, or if some switch had been flipped that could never be turned off.

  Dana rolled onto her back and Carlos mounted her. I knew they were talking and I wished they were miced. As it was, I had to glance at the monitors to get a really good look. Carlos drove his dick into my wife and her cry echoed through the club. I hated Carlos, but I loved that he was fucking my wife. It was a weird paradox, but I could separate her pleasure—the spectacle of Dana being fucked like this—from the man doing the fucking. Carlos was going to give my wife ecstasy, and that was enough for me. I felt Jana watching my face, reading my reaction.

  “Neil is never going to go for it,” Jana said. “It’s not him.”

  “You’re right. But you wish you could be Dana, and that’s a problem. I’m not judging you, but it’s not fair to Neil. I like him. You both deserve to be happy.”

  “I want everyone to be happy.” She was reaching for my cock. She was as insatiable as my wife. “You feel very happy.”

  “You’re really fucking good at that.”

  “And you don’t mind me doing it?”

  I laughed. “That would make me crazy. I can enjoy you—you’re fucking hot, Jana, but I don’t need it, not like I need this,” I said, nodding toward the stage.

  “So you’re using me to get off while you watch Dana?”

  I nodded.

  “I’m good with that. I asked her if I can fuck you.”

  Oddly, I was still capable of surprise. “And?”

  “She said yes. Now come over here and give me your cock.”

  Jana led me away by the cock, but not too far. She knew I needed to watch Dana. She sat in a chair at a table and peeled her dress off. For a moment, I was distracted from my wife. Jana really did have a spectacular body, and I’d never really seen it like this, dangling in front of me. My cock surged. She turned and lowered herself onto my cock, bending forward. Fucking the first other woman of my marriage felt fantastic. It made me wonder if perhaps swingers were onto something.

  I tried watching them live, on the stage, but honestly the view was disappointing. I saw Carlos riding Dana, and that her arms and legs were wrapped around him. The view on the screens was much better. One screen showed a view from directly above them. My wife’s heels were locked behind the small of his back and it looked like she was clawing at his shoulders as he athletically threw himself into her. The other screen showed a side view, and I could see Carlos holding himself just above Dana as he screwed her. Her tits jiggled with every thrust and her face was turned to that side. Her face was a mask of ecstasy. It looked like she had forgotten we were all out there. Dana’s entire world was Carlos in the moment.

  “They’re so hot, aren’t they?” Jana cooed, working her hips and churning her pussy on me. “I love watching Dana fuck. She’s just so fucking into it.”

  “She loves to get fucked,” I moaned.

  “I hope he invites other men on stage. I want to see her fucked all night. And I know you do too.”

  I reached around and grabbed her big tits. They weren’t as fun to play with as real ones, but they filled my hands and she cried out when I pulled her nipples. Jana was right. I did want to see Dana fuck all night. Just thinking about it almost made me come that second. I looked past Jana’s shoulder and just kept staring at my wife on stage. She and Carlos were speaking, and I was desperate to hear them.

  ~~~

  “Ohh yes! Fuck me, Carlos! I need that cock!” I cried, holding on for dear life. It felt like he was splitting me open. Carlos was never a gentle lover, but it seemed that performing on stage inspired him to try and fuck me to death.

  “I love that pussy, Dana. I’m going to miss this sweet cunt.”

  “Oh god, fuck it. Fuck my pussy.”

  “That’s not all I’m going to fuck tonight, Dana. I’m going to enjoy all of you. You’re giving it all up.”

  “Yes, I’m all yours, baby. Please give it all to me,” I begged. I’d come as soon as he’d thrust it inside me, and I felt another powerful climax building.

  Carlos pulled his dripping cock from me and I whimpered at the loss. I was so close. I tried to pull him back to me, but he was pulling on me instead. I felt like a rag doll in his strong hands. He got me up on my hands and knees, and I wriggled my butt, hoping to entice him to put it back in me. I was facing the crowd, and even though I was blinded by the spotlight on us, I could feel all those eyes on us. Their gaze crawled over my flesh like crackling electricity, and I wanted to please that audience just as much as I wanted to please Carlos. He had fucked the shame out of me. If I was going to be a total slut tonight, I wanted to be the best slut possible. I knew my husband was out there in that crowd, and I knew he was loving every second of this.

  The music still thumped through the club, so I didn’t know if anyone could hear us, but I played to the crowd anyway. “Fuck me, baby! I need your big cock back inside me!”

  Carlos rubbed his fingers all over my slippery lips, but then he rammed his shaft back inside me. I grunted with pleasure and hung my head while he slowly and steadily took me. I felt my breasts swaying beneath me, and bouncing with every thrust. He gave my ass a stinging slap and I cried out.

  I thought he would keep spanking me, but instead he pried my cheeks apart and I felt his finger pressing to my ass. I clenched up, but he was insistent. He rubbed his finger—slippery from my pussy—against my tight rosebud and he pressed it inside. I
cried out from the sharp pain, but I did not dare tell him to stop. His cock inside me felt too good.

  The strange thing was that for all the incredibly slutty things I had done since becoming a hotwife, my ass had never been taken. Dave had never expressed any real interest in fucking my ass, and none of the men I’d slept with had tried anything. Maybe a casual sex partner thinks asking for anal is going too far, but Zach had never gone there either. And now it was going to happen, up on a stage, in front of a crowd of strangers. Carlos pushed his finger deeper into my ass and slowly moved it in and out. I knew he was prepping me.

  I was scared, but it was hard to stay that way when his cock felt so wonderful. It kept scrambling my brain and destroying my resistance. All I knew about anal was that it was supposed to hurt and that most women didn’t like it. Carlos added a second finger to my ass, and it felt like he was tearing me open. I didn’t know how he was going to fit his cock back there. I didn’t know if I could even take it. I knew I should stop him, but I didn’t.

  Confusion reigned. The fingers in my ass hurt, but my pussy was in rapture. It was slowly all melding together, and I started moving against those fingers without thinking about it. As the pain dulled, all of those nerve endings came alive with pleasure. I relaxed my ass, and it felt wonderful.

  “I knew you’d take it up the ass, Dana.”

  “God, Carlos…” I moaned, leaning down on my forearms, pressing my face to the mattress. My ass was high in the air, offered up for the taking.

  “Tell me you want it. Beg for it, Dana.”

  “Ohh…ohh…please, baby…please…fuck…my…ass. Oh god, please…”

  Again he left my pussy, but immediately I felt his blunt head pressed to my asshole. He pushed, and god it hurt! His fingers were nothing compared to his fat cock. I know the audience heard my high-pitched whine over the music. I was practically screaming from the rending pain. His head popped inside me and I saw stars. I thought I was going to pass out. I was going to beg him to stop, but then he reached around and pinched my clit. I screamed again, and this time the stars I saw were in a different firmament. They blinded me with pleasure.