Hot Dates 3: Consequences of Being a Shared Wife

by Kirsten McCurran

  I don’t even know how to describe how it felt. I didn’t know I could feel such sharp pain and such exquisite pleasure at the same time. My brain was being torn in two different directions. Time seemed to stop—and then he bottomed out in my bottom. His fingers brought me right to the edge of orgasm, but he denied me. I knew what he wanted.

  “Fuck my ass! Please fuck my ass!” I cried.

  “Now it’s time to really fuck you, Dana,” Carlos growled.

  ~~~

  I paused in screwing Jana when I heard my wife cry out from the stage. She was begging that bastard to fuck her ass! I couldn’t believe it. She really would do anything for him, wouldn’t she? It did not bother me that I was not the first man to fuck my wife’s ass, but I wished it wasn’t Carlos. As hot as his power over her was, I was relieved he would be out of our lives after tonight. Yes, she would always be mine, but their chemistry was a little frightening. Carlos may not be a threat now, but that did not mean things could not change in the future.

  Jana hopped off me and turned around to straddle my lap. She sank right back down on my cock and started riding hard. I felt her muscles gripping me, and I knew she was driving home to her orgasm. She pressed her face very close to mine, but she did not try to kiss me. I’m not sure why, but I was relieved.

  “This is so hot, Dave. I’m going to come,” she moaned. “I want to feel you come, too. Come for me, baby.”

  I suddenly realized we were fucking without a condom. Probably not a great idea, but it was too late to worry about it, because watching my wife get fucked in the ass in front of a bunch of strangers was too hot for me. I grabbed Jana’s ass and started bouncing her hard on my prick.

  “Fuck, Dave! Fuck you feel good. Give it to me, baby. Make me your slut. I wanna be your slut!”

  I knew she was mimicking Dana, but Jana would never be mine. There was only room for one woman in my life. I was glad we could pleasure each other tonight, but Jana could not be my anything.

  “He’s drilling her fucking ass, Dave. He’s taking that ass and she’s begging for more. Do you love your slut, Dave?”

  “Yes,” I grunted.

  “You love Dana getting ass-fucked…”

  “Yes…”

  “She’s so good…so perfect…”

  “Yes…she’s so…”

  I couldn’t get any more words out, because Dana was screaming that she was coming, and I was coming, too.

  “Fuck my ass!” Dana screamed. “Oh yes!”

  “Ohhh, Dana…” I moaned, clutching Jana tightly while my cock pulsed its sweet load inside her.

  “Dave…Dave…” Jana shuddered in my arms. She was coming with the rest of us. It was the perfect moment.

  Up on stage, Carlos pulled out of Dana’s ass and his load blasted all over it, and up onto the small of her back. My wife collapsed to the bed and didn’t move. It looked like she may have passed out. Carlos sat back on his heels and she still lay there. Jana was still wrapped around me, but I felt I should rush the stage and save Dana.

  Finally, she stirred. Carlos whispered to her, and then swept her up and carried her away. The audience cheered. People were fucking all around us, in every combination. They loved Dana’s show! Carlos carried Dana out of sight and I wanted to follow, but Jana kept me in place.

  “Give them a minute, Dave. I’m sure she needs to get a hold of herself,” Jana insisted.

  I knew she was right, but I still wanted to follow. This did not seem like the moment to let another man carry my wife away.

  nineteen

  “Baby, you have to stop that,” I moaned.

  “It doesn’t sound like you really want me to stop,” Zach countered.

  “I told you, I have work early in the morning. I have to go.”

  “You have time for once more, don’t you Dani?”

  Zach was right. Even though he’d spent the last two hours making me come in every way imaginable, his fingers slowly sliding in and out—teasing me—were arousing my desires all over again. I was sore after all of that, but I knew that if I had him inside of me again I would easily climax again. My entire body twitched every time his thumb brushed my clit. After all this time together, my young lover seemed to know my body almost as well as my husband did.

  “Oh Zach…” I sighed, closing my eyes and enjoying the feel of his hands on my body. I was not going to make him stop.

  I did need to get out of there, Dave was eagerly waiting for me at home. No, Zach and I were not in the revamped play condo Dave had completed. My cover story as Dani did not allow for that, but keep Zach was part of the understanding we had come to. All of my other Hot Dates would take place—or end—at the condo, but I got to keep Zach. I just had to make sure I provided videos.

  Zach pulled my legs up over his arms and he slid right into me. His stamina really was incredible. As fit as I am, I had some trouble keeping up with him and darkly wished I had some of Carlos’s nose candy, but that was not a good idea. Dave did not like me doing harder drugs, and the way they made me lose control was bad. I also did not need drugs to enjoy my time with Zach. God, he felt so good inside me. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him down into a deep kiss.

  It was over a month since that last night with Carlos, and the first time I had been out on a Hot Date. We both needed a break after that insane night, but when I was ready to go back to it I knew Zach would be a good way to ease into things. Carlos had been as good as his word. I had not heard from him again. I could tell from his chilly demeanor—when he’d taken me home nude—that he was done with me. He’d made his point. As exhausted as I was, I’d sprinted up into the condo that night.

  Dave and I were left questioning everything in the wake of that crazy night. We were both shaken by the things we found we were capable of, given the right situation. A lot of couples would have turned away from the Lifestyle after a night like that, but the one thing that night did confirm for us was that we both wanted to do this. It had become an essential part of our relationship. We just needed to make sure we controlled the cravings—not the other way around.

  And as Zach drove me to yet another orgasm—I promised myself it was the final one of the night—I knew in my heart we’d made the right call.

  ~~~

  I dropped my keys in the big ceramic bowl on the console table by the front door and heard noises coming from Dave’s home office. It was well after two a.m., so I knew the kids were long in bed. I was surprised that Dave was still awake, despite his excitement over it being my first night out again. He did have to work in the morning. But based on those noises, I knew why my husband was still awake before I even went into the room.

  I didn’t knock, but eased open the door. There was an old, black leather loveseat beside the door, and Dave and Jana were on it. He sat on the loveseat, still wearing his shirt, with his pants around his ankles. Jana was nude, riding my husband’s cock. They didn’t even notice I’d come into the room.

  The tightening in my tummy was a jealousy I had not conquered yet. It was still startling to see my husband having sex with another woman. Was this part of what Dave felt when he watched me? He’d tried several times to describe how it felt, but I never truly understood it until I saw him with Jana. While I didn’t have his enthusiasm, it was arousing to see the two of them together. It was not something I craved—the way Dave did—but I could enjoy it.

  “Do you think she’s still fucking him? Dana’s probably riding him right now, just like this,” Jana cooed, moving slowly on top of him.

  “Yeah…she can’t fucking get enough…” Dave grunted.

  “You love what a slut she is.”

  “Ohh…she’s so fucking good…”

  The motion caught their eyes when I moved past, but they didn’t stop. I closed the door and locked it. I know how amazing my husband’s cock is, so I know why she wouldn’t quit, and from the way Jana was moving her hips I knew he was having a good time.

  I thought I was done for the night—ho
w many orgasms can one woman have—but watching them brought that familiar tingle back to my pussy. I took off my short leather jacket and dropped it on the floor. Dave’s eyes followed me as I moved around behind Jana. I wore a ribbed black mock turtleneck that clung to my chest, and I peeled it off. I opened the front clasp, and my black bra followed. My nipples instantly crinkled in the cool air. Dave’s eyes widened. It made me glow that after all these years—even while he’s screwing another woman—my husband still reacts to my naked body that way. I unsnapped the front of my jeans and eased them down over my hips with my panties. I couldn’t take them off completely, due to the high black riding boots I wore.

  “I love when Dana watches us, baby. It’s so much hotter,” Jana moaned, still focused on my husband.

  “She’s touching herself. She’s so fucking sexy,” Dave gasped.

  A finger slowly moved up and down my slick slit, and I cupped one of my breasts, shiny red fingernails playing with my throbbing nipple. It was so hot that even while they were fucking, they were focused on me. Maybe that’s why I liked it. I knew even when I wasn’t there, Jana was teasing Dave about me, pumping up his fantasy. She was the only woman I would let fuck my husband. Not only did she get our lifestyle, and understand the way it worked, but she was also my best friend, and I knew she had no designs on stealing my husband, even though she and Neil were separated. She was even staying in our guest room while she found a new place.

  Dave held Jana’s hips and started slamming her onto his cock. He was not going to hold out while watching me touch myself. I flicked my clit and gasped while biting my bottom lip. I was still totally overstimulated from Zach. I would come easily.

  “Baby…your cock feels so good…so fucking big…jesus you love watching her…”

  “Fuck yes…”

  “Let’s make her come from watching us. I want Dana to see us come.”

  “Yes,” Dave grunted. “Yes!”

  “That’s it, baby! That’s it!” she cried.

  I rubbed my clit faster, pinched my nipple harder. Watching them screw was so erotic. I had fully become a pervert. I didn’t think there was anything that didn’t get me off anymore. And I was at peace with that. I was fully a sexual being. I knew this had always been inside of me, I just never had the confidence to let it out fully until Dave gave me license to explore myself. How lucky was I that I had a husband who wanted this for me!

  “Fuck! Fuck!” she cried.

  Jana came to a stop, jamming her pussy down onto him. His fingers dug into her toned ass, and she squeezed her eyes shut. My husband and his lover were coming. I knew she used protection, so I did not insist on condoms. It was only fair, since I didn’t use them with Zach.

  In the beginning, I wondered what Jana got out of this, since they were always so focused on me, but she just enjoyed fucking Dave, and she had fun playing with his fantasy, she said. And I think it helped her in getting over the end of her marriage.

  Jana went home from the sex club that night and told Neil their marriage couldn’t go on—not like it was. She didn’t tell him everything. She kept us out of it, but she did confess to her indiscretions with AJ, and she told him she just could not be faithful to one man. It was not a question of love. She just needed more excitement than one man could give. Jana left the option of an open marriage on the table, but Neil was too conventional a guy for that. He was not totally shocked that she’d cheated, but he was still furious. The marriage was over, and he asked her to pack her things.

  Jana moved into our guest room that night, but she would be moving to her own place soon. She was taking the downstairs condo at our duplex. I wondered what that meant for the little arrangement we had going on with her. It was convenient for her to come down and entertain Dave while I was out, but would she still come over when she didn’t live here? Of course, that could only be the nights when she was not out with me meeting men.

  I was close to coming too, and I watched as they huddled together. Even as he recovered from his orgasm, my husband watched me over her shoulder. Jana climbed off of his now spent cock and turned to me. Watching her nude, sweat-sheened body made my pulse quicken. My bisexual side was something I definitely intended on exploring, and Jana had gotten me off to a great start.

  Jana fell to her knees in front of me and pushed my hand away from my pussy. She locked her lips to my smooth, swollen mound, and when her tongue slithered inside me I sagged back against Dave’s desk and cried out. I gripped the edge of the desk with both hands, and urged my hips at her hungry mouth. She sucked my clit and attacked it with her tongue. My head swam and I was coming in seconds. Her mouth felt so wonderful on my sore, well-fucked pussy. I gushed in her mouth, and Jana kept licking and sucking until I finally pushed her away. I was too sensitive to take it any longer.

  “You’re so delicious. I wish I’d known sooner,” Jana said, smiling.

  “I wish I knew I liked this sooner,” I added.

  She held the back of my head and we kissed passionately. I loved tasting myself on her kiss. Our breasts pressed together when I wrapped my arms around her.

  “I’ll leave you too lovebirds alone now. Goodnight, hon,” she said.

  Jana gathered her robe from the floor, slipped into it, and left us. I pulled up my jeans and panties, but left my top off when I sat beside my husband. I melted into his arms.

  “Did you have fun tonight?” Dave asked.

  “It was good. Zach was wonderful. I had to pry myself out of his bed.”

  “I almost feel bad for that kid. I’d hate to have to see you go every time. It’s hell to let you out of bed.”

  “Aw, you’re sweet.”

  “He’s got to know he’ll never do better than you.”

  “Ha! You think that now. I’m sure it’s hot for him fucking a MILF in her 30s. Do you think he’ll feel the same way when I am in my 40s?” It was weird to think of any kind of future with Zach. Surely he’d find a woman of his own by then.

  “I bet you’ll be even sexier then.”

  We kissed and he hugged me tightly.

  “How was it, going out again?” Dave asked.

  “Honestly, Zach made it easy. Seeing him is not like going out and meeting some new guy. Some stranger. That’s going to be a little daunting when I do it again.”

  “You’ll do fine. And you’ll probably have Jana by your side for support.”

  “I know, but there’s always going to be the fear of it all getting out of control again.”

  “That’s part of the excitement, too.”

  I smiled. “I know it is. Just remember that next time I end up in the middle of a bunch of men again.” I said it like I knew it would happen.

  “I look forward to it, as long as I can look out for you.”

  “I love you so much, Dave.”

  “Not as much as I love you.”

  “Let’s go up to bed.”

  We walked hand-in-hand up to our bedroom. Both of us were wondering what the future would bring. There would be more crazy adventures, I knew there would be more nights that made me question my sanity, but I knew that as long as Dave was at my side, that I always had him to come home to, I could do anything. I could indulge any fantasy. We came through the test of that last night with Carlos even stronger than before. We knew nothing could break us now. Let the adventures begin!

  afterward

  Coming to the end of a trilogy like this is daunting. So many people have come along for the ride that I’m always going to second guess myself. Did I stick the landing? Did I tie up all the loose ends the readers wanted to see? Of course the answers to those questions are myriad and unknowable. All I can say is that I told the story I wanted to tell, and I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Dana and Dave will live on in my imagination—and will probably pop up again sometime, somewhere—and I hope they will live on in yours.

  With a project as long as this, there are always a lot of people to thank. Kenny Wright is always a reliab
le sounding board, plus he provides me with great covers. Gary was come to be a good friend and an excellent editor. Whatever flaws and mistakes that may have slipped through are my responsibility, not his. @DaPope is always there to provide interesting perspectives on writing, and the topic of hotwifing specifically. And of course, I have to thank my family, who give me the time and space to write, and my husband, who is always there with a thought, an idea, or just the right criticism to get me over the hump and writing again.

  ebooks by Kirsten McCurran

  Hot Dates 3: Consequences of Being a Shared Wife

  Domestic Bliss

  Queen of Hearts

  Her Other Husband: The Complete Series

  Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife

  Meghan is Wild

  Ana’s Forbidden Fantasy

  Hot Dates: Becoming a Shared Wife

  Emma's Escape

  Blank Canvas

  The Wedding Party

  Devil's Bargain

  Sydney's Sin

  Truth or Treat

  Bound By Two

  The Coach’s Wife

  Flirting With Trouble

  Swinging Saved Our Marriage

  Her Other Husband Series

  A Snap Decision/Kissing In a Tree

  Kelly Crosses the Line

  Kelly Can't Help It

  Kelly's Last Date

  Substitute Wife

  Swapping Around the Christmas Tree

  Sex Equity

  Stormbound: Seduced by the Neighbors