She showed me above that, where he’d graphically described going down on her. I was as hard as I hoped Zach was, which made my decision too easy.
“Sure, go ahead,” I told her. “Just try not to be out too late.” It was a Wednesday night after nine and both kids were in bed. We didn’t have any plans, except maybe to have sex ourselves, but I knew if she spent the whole night out screwing she’d be a mess in the morning. Plus I had to be at a job site early and I knew I would stay up until she got home.
“I won’t. Promise. I’ll change really quick, shoot over there, take care of Zach, and come right home.” She made it sound like she was running an errand.
Dana disappeared upstairs and I shook my head, realizing that I’d just given up a night of being with my wife so she could go out and fuck another man. If that wasn’t a sign of being in deep, I don’t know what was. She’d been wearing jeans and a cute knit top and I didn’t know why she had to change. She didn’t usually bother to dress up for Zach. The primping did not take long, but it had a wow effect. Dana returned in a little black skirt and heeled riding boots. Her clingy white top didn’t skimp on the cleavage and I could just make out her colored bra beneath it. Her hair was down from its earlier ponytail and her lips were red.
“I’ll try not to be too late,” she said. She also carried the hidden camera down from where it had been charging in the bedroom and put it in her purse, while grabbing her real keys.
I pulled her into my arms and when we kissed I could tell she was trying to avoid smearing her lipstick. I didn’t care. She could fix it. I hiked up her skirt as I kneaded her ass and bent to press my hand lower, between her thighs.
“Hmm, baby, what are you doing?” she sighed.
“Making sure you remember who you really belong to.” I nibbled along her neck that way that drives her wild and she shivered. I love it when she does that. I felt moist heat from her panties. Dana was already damp, and I wondered if it was because of me or from anticipation of seeing her lover.
Dana rubbed my cock through my jeans. I was already hard—I didn’t need the teasing. “I know exactly who my husband is. You don’t need to worry about that.” She kept rubbing my bulge and I pressed my fingers to her cunt firmly enough to leave a wet spot on her panties. “Maybe I should stay home,” she moaned.
“You can’t go disappointing Zach, now can you?” I was so torn. I really did want to throw her down right there in the hallway and take her, but a heady urgency surged through me thinking about Zach having her.
“I guess you’re going to have to wait until I come home to be taken care of then.” She sounded disappointed.
“Go on, get out of here before I change my mind.”
We kissed once more and she was gone. I’m not sure Dana was even out of the driveway before the tingling, uneasy feeling of anticipation began.
I dragged my ruggedized laptop out of my work bag and settled down in the family room with it on my lap. After a quick check of email, I went to a message board for men like me. In this kinky community there are two types of men who like to share their wives. I’m not talking about swingers—those guys want to fuck other women too, and that’s not me. Dana is the only woman I need. Guys who share their wives are either cuckolds or hot wifers. I know anyone on the outside would think we’re all cuckolds, but cucks get off on being humiliated while their wives sleep with other men and that is definitely not me. I’d like to see one of these guys—they call themselves Bulls—try to humiliate me. If you’re into sharing your wife with other men, but not into being cuckolded, then the proper term is hot wifing, as in Dana is a hot wife . A wife other men want to fuck. I do not want to be confused for a cuckold, which is why I don’t know if I could bring myself to be there while Dana does it.
I scanned