Seven Dates: A Different Kind of Hotwife (10 page)

“No, seriously, I think you’ll want to see this,” Jas urged again.

I shoved the phone in my pocket and approached the window.

“How’d that happen?” I gasped.

“Amber was eating her ass, and then suddenly she said, something about needing a cock.”

And indeed, despite her earlier reticence about taking him in her mouth, Joanie was now astride my competitor, riding his cock as her big boobs bounced in his face. The other two girls were on either side of him, Riley bent low to suck on one tit, and Amber leaning over and kissing my wife passionately on the mouth even as her hand massaged my wife’s lower back and urged her on.

“Does she usually tell you about it after?”

“Yes,” I replied, thinking of the past week. Then I realized what she meant. “No, we don’t usually do this.”

“But it turns you on?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she confidently reached out and grabbed my crotch, feeling my hardness.

I nodded, but found I was having trouble speaking. Joanie was no longer kissing Amber. Instead, she had both hands on Tanner’s shoulder, riding him briskly, bouncing up and down on his cock. She was looking past him, at her own reflection in the mirror, but we were lined up perfectly and it felt like she was staring straight into my eyes. It was uncanny enough that I had to ask.

“She can’t see us, can she?”

Jas shook her head and then slid between me and the glass. She thrust her hard ass against my hard cock. She turned her head and hissed at me over her shoulder.

“You can fuck me if you want… just don’t come inside me.”

I gaped at her in surprise.

“Do it,” she sighed.

Joanie’s brow was furrowed in concentration as she got closer and closer. I fumbled with my zipper and somehow freed my cock. I leaned in and without thinking thrust upward. My prick plunged deep into her sopping, wet cunt, pressing her up against the glass. We both looked into the room, worried they might have heard, but they were all too distracted to notice the faint bump.

Jas wasn’t taking any chances with me getting her off. She rubbed her clit briskly even as I slowly pumped my cock in and out of her. Like my wife, it seemed that she needed a cock.

Joanie’s eyes were closed, head back, gasping as three sets of hands fondled her all over. She growled and shivered as she climaxed, the blood rushing from her head to her sex. Her head lolled and she began to slide out of Tanner’s lap.

Amber caught her and eased Joanie down on top of her on the sofa, my wife’s head resting on the blonde’s belly. Tanner wasn’t done though. He kicked off a shoe and extricated his foot from his pants. With one foot planted on the floor and a knee on the sofa, he straddled my wife’s ass. He reached out and grabbed her around the waist and then thrust into her hard from behind.

As he pulled her toward him, my wife’s face slid down over Amber’s flat belly, her shaved mound, and ended up inches from the blonde’s fat, swollen snatch. Amber pulled aside her thong and placed a hand on the back of my wife’s head. Joanie hesitated, but just for an instant, before sticking out her tongue and licking Amber’s juicy slit.

Jas saw it too and I felt her pussy clench at my cock as she came. Riley sidled over to Amber’s side and stared glassy-eyed at my wife eating pussy. She wrapped an arm around her friend and the two kissed. Amber’s hand cupped Riley’s sex, and then sliding a finger beneath her thong began fingering her in time with Tanner’s rough strokes into my wife.

Seeing those three women playing with each other seemed to be too much for him, though. With a moan, he pulled out and shot several thick ropes of come all over my wife’s ass and lower back. I wasn’t as quick witted, but luckily Jas sensed what was about to happen. She pirouetted on the spot and dropped to her knees, taking my cock into her mouth just as I exploded.

“Oh God,” I moaned. “Oh God, thank you.”

She swallowed my come like a pro, which I guess she was. She shrugged. “Neater this way. I still have a shift to work.”

Jas stood as I awkwardly put away my cock.

“We’d better get out of here,” she suggested.

I glanced into the VIP room where the three women were, a little sheepishly, getting dressed while Tanner surveyed his domain like a pasha. God, the guy was about to get even more insufferable.

Sure enough when the four of them returned to our table on the ground floor, the first words out of his mouth were, “You were supposed to get us another bottle of champagne.”

I’d already settled up, leaving big tips for all the girls. Jesus, a five-thousand dollar adventure. I’d overpaid to get that email sent, but the intelligence on the deal in progress with XCOSA was invaluable.

I looked over at Joanie who was looking at me anxiously. I gave her a quick smile and glanced in the direction of his phone. She nodded, looking at least a little relieved.

“I found your phone on the seat.”

“Well, aren’t you just a Helpful Holly?” He put the phone in his pocket and sat down heavily in his chair. “Let’s get another round, and when I’ve recovered,” he winked lewdly at Joanie, “maybe we can have a little more fun.”

“Actually, I think we’re going to have to get out of here,” I replied as Joanie nodded along.

He shrugged. “Whatever. And hey Kellen?” he paused for effect. “Turns out that contract was only the second most valuable thing I’ve taken you for this week.”

I could see the disappointment in his eyes when I failed to rise to the bait. I stood and took Joanie by the elbow and led her toward the door. Amber tagged along.

“You guys okay?” she asked in what seemed like genuine concern.

We both nodded curtly. Amber stepped in close and placed a piece of paper in my wife’s hand. “Call me,” she said as she kissed Joanie on the cheek.

Joanie turned toward me. “I need to tell you something.”

“It’s okay.”

“You know?”

I nodded. “I have to admit something too. Me and Jas….”

Before I could react, Joanie lashed out at me, her hand catching me flush on the cheek.

After the initial shock, I couldn’t help but laugh. Joanie seemed equally taken aback.

She put her hands to her mouth. “Oh God, did I just do that?”

It wasn’t completely clear to me what “that” actually referred to.

I paused to make sure she wasn’t going to hit me again. And then I took her hand, and gently led her outside… into the bright sunshine of mid-afternoon. Somehow that made all that had just occurred seem all the more seedy.

***

On the car ride home, Joanie stared out the window with a Thousand Yard Stare. I knew we needed to talk, but for right now, I was just as happy to have time to think as well.

I guess I’d always known the whole XCOSA deal was likely a pipedream. I’d fixated on it because coming at the same moment as the crisis with Joanie, it was something that I felt I could control. As it turned out, that had been an illusion. On the flipside, it also turned out that my problems with Joanie might have been more tractable than I realized. The past week suddenly seemed like a lot of misguided energy and misplaced priorities.

Though I could see Joanie struggling to process things, I knew she’d come around. No, that’s not true. I didn’t know. I hoped. I don’t think I ever quite understood the influence of Joanie’s Catholic upbringing. Her parents were very strict. They went to church religiously, one might say. She was named after Joan of Arc after all. By the time we met, she’d rebelled, though in that typically-Joanie low-key way. She didn’t reject the Church, she just marginalized it. But it doesn’t go away. And now, she was suddenly confronting the reality that maybe, deep inside, she wasn’t that nice little Catholic girl.

Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part. As crazy as it sounded to actually think it, the truth is, I would do it all over again. My wife having sex with five different men in five consecutive days was, in a strange way, a small price to pay in order to have witnessed, and participated in, that searing scene at the strip club. I just wished we could have gone through all of it as a team rather than as adversaries.

I heard her sob.

“Joanie?”

I was on the highway and couldn’t really pull over safely.

“Joanie?” I said again.

“What’s wrong with me?” she asked.

“Nothing. God, you’re amazing,” I gushed.

“Then what’s wrong with you?”

I chuckled and saw her scowl out of the corner of my eye.

“I’m not laughing at you. I was just thinking sort of the same thing. But why does anything have to be wrong with either one of us?”

“Jesus, Kellen, really? Because I don’t know about you, but I’ve never considered myself the ‘have sex at a strip club’ kind of girl.”

“What kind of girl is that?”

“A crazy slut?”

“I don’t know why people always use those words together. Why is it crazy to be slutty? And why, by the way, is being sexual slutty in the first place?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Joanie, this all started because I was having a bad day, and like a baby, I just wanted to be comforted. And somehow that made you think I wanted you to be like some of the girls I dated before you.”

“Stacy,” she snorted.

“Right. Stacy. Stacy was a crazy slut. She was crazy. And she was a slut. Separate issues. And yes, I’m not going to lie. I liked that she was a slut sometimes. Just like, I sort of like this over-the-top sexual you, and I can’t believe I am actually saying this, but that’s true even if it means you’re sometimes sexual with other men… or women.”

I glanced over and saw her blush.

“But,” I continued, “only if you sort of like it too. Do you?”

“I shouldn’t. It’s wrong.”

Sinful
, she meant.

“But you do?”

“I don’t know.”

I sighed.

“What?” she snapped. “You think this is easy for me?”

“I never said it was….” I took a deep breath. “I don’t want to badger you into saying something you don’t believe. But Joanie, I just don’t know that I could live with the knowledge that you hated everything that’s happened over the past week. That you resented me so much… for moving you here, for working long hours, for the damage to your career, for everything. That you could get so angry at
me
that you’d hurt
yourself
, over and over, just to spite me. I’m not going anywhere. I love you, and I’ll work on fixing things, but if that’s where we really are, I am not sure there is anything left to save. I already asked you this, but you didn’t answer me. Did you hate all of it?”

She didn’t answer right away, but I’d said my piece, and now it was her turn. I could tell she was thinking about it. We drove for several minutes in silence.

In a small voice, she finally answered, “I didn’t hate all of it.”

My lips twist into a smile, a rush of happiness bloomed in my chest.

“Yeah?”

“I quite enjoyed the hot yoga.”

I felt a surge of heat myself as I pictured her, sweating in a darkened studio, her cut, limber instructor churning his cock deep into her virgin ass.

“And, just now,” she continued. “Oh God, I had sex with a girl.”

I laughed. “Technically two girls and another man.”

“That little blonde raped me, you know. I was violated.” I could hear the smile in her voice.

“You gonna keep her number?”

“Fuck yeah,” she laughed.

I laughed as well.

“And, I know this is going to sounds cruel, but I sort of liked teasing you.”

“You mean it turned you on.”

She hesitated. It was still hard for her to talk about this sort of thing. Guilt is a durable emotion.

“Yes. I… I wanted to hurt you. And God, you were so fucking infuriating about it. But then you’d break, just a little, and I could see I was getting through to you, and it gave me a thrill.”

“You like being a bad girl.”

“And I liked rubbing your face in it.”

I didn’t quite know how to respond.

After a moment she continued, “Tanner’s cock felt so good inside of me.”

I jolted.

She laughed. “See, that’s what I mean. Getting that reaction out of you. It’s hot.”

“You know, you’ve always gotten that reaction out of me. You’re so sexy. Sometimes, I get a peek of you, half-dressed, changing, whatever, but I can’t help but imagine a different context. And of course, when we’re making love, when you finally let yourself go, it is… intoxicating.”

“It’s hard for me… it’s always been hard….”

“I know…”

We’d had this discussion once before, sort of. Joanie had blossomed early, too early. Her clothes were always playing catch-up with her body. And there had been an incident. An asshole, probably drunk, had accosted her. Nothing physical had happened. Verbal harassment, but scarring. I don’t think men always realize how deeply their words can wound, especially with young women, insecure, grappling with their emerging sexuality. They may look all grown up, but they remain coltish, vulnerable.

“…but Joanie, you’re a grown woman now. Married –“

She snorted.

“Married,” I insisted, “but not dead. We’re young. We don’t have kids yet. Why not sow a few more wild oats.”

“You said it, Kel, we’re married.”

“So, what, we need to be one those couples who keep everything under wraps until what? We die? The kids are gone and we get into that flabby over-sixty swinger scene?”

She laughed. “You seem to have thought a lot about this.”

“No, I mean….” I laughed.
Fuck it. Busted.
“Yeah, I guess I have. I go to bed every night with, seriously, the sexiest bitch I’ve ever seen…”

Another snort, but I could tell she sort of liked it.

“…and we’re so… vanilla.”

“I like vanilla.”

“I like it too. I really, really do. But that doesn’t mean we can’t occasionally have other flavors. Strawberry, chocolate, chocolate-chip-cookie-dough. And you want it too.”

“You’re very sure of yourself.”

I laughed. “I saw it.”

The bell rang. “Wait, you were watching us?”

“Yeah, Jas and I were behind the mirror.”

“Oh God, how do you arrange that?”

I shrugged. “Dumb luck. But the point is –“

“And you, what…?”

“I fucked her. I wasn’t planning to, I swear. But you were so hot, and when you climbed into his lap… we couldn’t help ourselves.”

She chuckled. “Ohh, poor baby, just couldn’t help yourself, huh?”

“I don’t think you realize the effect you can have on people. We were all in your thrall. Me, Jas, Amber, Tanner….”

“Awfully convenient, Svengali. Everyone is under my spell, and yet somehow we’re all doing your bidding.”

I opened my mouth to answer, but then stopped. She did have a point. “I am a rock star,” I admitted.

She laughed. “You’re an asshole.”

“That too.”

“Speaking of which,” which paradoxically was her way of changing the topic, “did you get what you wanted?”

I groaned. I suddenly didn’t feel like a rock star. “Yes and no. Yes, I got into his phone. Yay, good news, I have a one point five million line of credit. Bad news is I have nothing to use it on. Fucking Tanner’s already locked up XCOSA.”

I didn’t give her the really bad news. I’d probably committed fraud to get the line of credit. And some sort of cyber-crime in hacking into Tanner’s phone. I’d be lucky to avoid jail time.

“You’re not just giving up, are you?”

We pulled up in front of our house. A townhouse. Three small bedrooms. One and a half baths. A tiny yard. If I shut it all down, I could probably survive professionally. Not at Marston, but somewhere, and we could get on with it, our little, middle-class life.

“I don’t know.”

After a moment, she replied, “I did not screw your boss for nothing.”

“No,” I laughed. “You screwed him to spite me.” But she didn’t laugh. And slowly it got through to me. For five days I had stopped at nothing to win. I had committed blackmail and fraud, I had whored out my wife, and now, suddenly, I was throwing up the white flag. No fuck that. Tanner’s deal with Alejandro was still a proposal. Nothing would be signed over the weekend. I still had thirty-six hours to blow it up and get my own deal out front.

“Hey, Joan, pack your bags. We’re going to Mexico City.”

“What’s in Mexico City?”

“Alejandro Espinosa,” I replied. “He’s actually quite handsome.”

“A handsome Latino, eh?”

I chuckled. “That would make an interesting sixth date, wouldn’t it?”

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll see.”