Ex-Hotwife Tempted Back Into Action Chapter 1
Dana’s run-in with an old lover sparks a longing for her old hotwife days


(Author’s Note: I’ve written this 5 chapter story to catch you guys up on Dana and Dave Richardson, the couple whose scorching adventures in my Hot Dates books captivated so many readers. It’s been 7 years since we’ve last seen Dana and Dave, and 5 years since she stopped seeing other men, but a chance encounter could change all that. You don’t need to have read the Hot Dates books to enjoy this series, but if you’d like to check out Dana’s previous exploits, click here to get Hot Dates: The Complete Trilogy.)


Seeing Zach after so many years was like a bolt out of the blue. I wasn’t even sure it was him at first. The years had filled him out and he wore his hair a little longer now than when I knew him. He had to be somewhere in his early thirties. Zach wasn’t too long out of college when I knew him, and I was thirty-six then, which made our relationship all the more scandalous — and sexy. I felt like a dirty Mrs. Robinson every time I saw him. But what made me so unsure if it was Zach I saw was that he was pushing a stroller. My old boytoy could not be a father, could he?
Zach was not alone. A pretty, petite brunette walked at his side. I don’t think it’s too conceited to think she looked a little like me. A much younger version of me. It looked like Zach had a type. He looked good and I felt that old itch that I’d always felt when I thought of him — an itch I hadn’t felt in years.
I had no intention of saying anything to Zach. What was there to say — especially in front of his wife, if that was his wife? I turned to carry the coffees in the other direction but froze when I heard him call out a name I hadn’t heard in years.
“Dani? Is that you?”
At first, I didn’t react, because no one had called me Dani in five years. My name is not Dani. The recognition kicked in and hearing him say that name sent chills down my spine. The good kind. I still didn’t turn around, not until he called out Dani a second time.
“Oh hey. Zach? It can’t be. Zach?” I hoped it sounded more casual to him than it sounded in my head.
“Yeah. Damn Dani, how long has it been?”
“I’m not sure, a few years. Six, seven maybe?”
I knew exactly how long it had been. I’ve been married for twenty-one years, but I’ve only been monogamous for nineteen of those. The last time I saw Zach was at the end of a wild period of my life five years ago. Our relationship ended because that period had to end. Was it a relationship? I never wanted to call it that back then, but I think I was in denial. I was in denial about a lot of things back then. I thought of Zach as my boytoy, as a fling, as a great time, but I steadfastly refused to think of him as a boyfriend, even though for a while there I was going off to his place for incredible sex on a regular basis. We had genuine affection for each other. What defines a boyfriend?
“You look incredible. I swear, you look exactly the same,” he said.
“Thanks, but you don’t have to lie. You look great too.”
We stared at each other, locked into one of those long, awkward, wistful silences you can only share with an old lover. It might have gone on all day if the woman beside him hadn’t felt so uncomfortable.
“Zach, honey, who is this?”
“Oh right, sorry babe. Brianna, this is Dani. Dani, this is Brianna,” Zach said, his cheeks flushing slightly. It wasn’t the chilly February air. The afternoon was unseasonably warm.
“Lovely to meet you, Brianna. I guess you’re the lucky girl who snagged this one,” I said, shuffling the cup holder I held so I could offer her a hand. I plastered on my best PTA smile. It didn’t help.
Brianna took it unenthusiastically, looking at me like a snake she’d unexpectedly encountered on a trail. She was taking my measure and trying to figure out exactly what I was to her husband. I know the look because I’ve given it myself a few times.
“I’m the lucky one,” Zach interjected, trying to use his puppy dog charm to defuse the situation. He may have been older, but he still had it. It made me want to devour him, just like it always had.
“I like to think that we’re just lucky we found each other,” Brianna said, pouring it on.
She took Zach’s arm and snuggled into him. I think she might have shoved her tongue down his throat to mark her territory if we hadn’t been standing in the middle of a courtyard. Never in a million years did I think I would see someone like Zach in my natural habitat, but then, that was why I had to stop. I couldn’t risk my fantasy world bleeding into my real life again after it happened three times.
“It looks like you found someone too,” Zach said, noting the rings on my left hand.
“I have. I’m very happy. It seems like we all got our happy endings,” I replied.
I never told men I was a hotwife back when my husband, Dave, and I were active. He wasn’t comfortable with the men knowing that he got off on watching them fuck his wife. The men I met through a certain website thought Dani was just a cheating wife. Some of my hook-ups, like Zach, thought I was newly divorced and looking to have fun.
“You haven’t said how you two know each other,” Brianna commented.
I stayed silent. I was willing to go along with whatever Zach said.
“We, uhm, we saw each other for a little while. It was so long ago.”
Brianna looked from me to her husband and back again. I saw the wheels turning. She was doing the math. I look good for forty-four — coloring out the grays helps — but it was obvious I’m at least a decade older than Zach. She looked back at me, and I couldn’t tell if she was disgusted that I was a cougar, admired my game, or was disturbed that Zach slept with such an older woman. Brianna didn’t seem like the type of woman who wanted to think of her man sleeping with any other woman, let alone one old enough be — uhm — have been his very cool babysitter he crushed on.
I used to be like Brianna. Even when Dave told me he wanted me to be with other men, I had no desire to see him with other women. I knew how amazing and sexy my husband was and I had no desire to let another woman get her claws into him. That may sound selfish and unfair, but Dave wasn’t sharing me with other men out of altruism. He wanted to watch me fuck other men because he got off on it, and I appreciated his honesty.
Too many men try to sell it as being all about their wife’s pleasure. Dave does love that I’m getting worshipped by other men, but he wouldn’t be sharing me if he wasn’t getting off on it. My feelings about Dave being with other women changed during our lifestyle experiences. Those experiences changed a lot of things for me.
Brianna kept looking between us and I saw a new light dawn in her eyes. It said, Oh, she’s that one. Zach had told her about me. I was curious and afraid of what he might have said. He always wanted more than I could give him — a real relationship — and he settled because he didn’t want to lose me. Zach was hurt when I finally broke off our fling.
“Your daughter is adorable,” I said, breaking the awkward tension. I hated the judgment that came off Brianna in waves. “What’s her name?”
“Charly,” Zach said, beaming proudly.
“Charlotte,” Brianna corrected.
I crouched down to look into the stroller. Charly was adorable, her little cherub face peeking out from a puffy coat and hat. It was February after all, even if the temperature was above fifty.
“She truly is beautiful. What a cutie.”
“Thank you. Zach is an amazing dad. He always wanted to be a father, but I’m sure you know that, Dani. I’m so privileged to be the one to give him what he wants.”
I gritted my teeth at her implication that I was an old hag who couldn’t give Zach a child. I’m over forty, not dead! And I guarantee I could fuck circles around that smug bitch. I was tempted to drag Zach back into the bathroom in the coffee shop to prove it. Good thing for her that I don’t do that sort of thing anymore. I couldn’t remember the last time I was on my knees in a public restroom. I bet Zach would have gone with me. He couldn’t resist looking down my V-neck sweater dress as I crouched. I’d felt him checking out my curves in the tight dress the whole time, which could have explained some of Brianna’s hostility.
I straightened up and was trying to think of a retort that wasn’t too biting when Dave showed up to save the day.
“There you are. We need to get moving if we’re going to make Mason’s game. Did you get lost, Da — ”
“I ran into an old friend, Dave,” I said, cutting him off. “This is Zach. I’ve told you about him, honey.”
Dave needed a minute because he was just as shocked by one of my old lovers appearing out of nowhere as I’d been, but it finally clicked and he literally mouthed, Ohhh. Dave is my everything, but he is not subtle. He openly stared at Zach. My low-grade tingling arousal whiplashed into tense worry.
Zach and I were a thing off and on for almost two years. I must have seen him dozens of times after that first night we met in a bar, and I went back to his place for a threesome with his roommate. Yes, my first time going all the way as a hotwife was a threesome with two younger guys who picked me up in a bar and got me high. But in all that time, Dave never met Zach, but he’d seen Zach a lot on video.
Dave watched Zach have me in just about every way a man can have a woman. He saw Zach make me scream and whimper and beg and come until I was ready to pass out. He watched Zach have me all over that rowhome where he used to live. I carried a hidden camera device back then to record the action when Dave couldn’t watch live. But the only time my husband ever saw Zach in person was the night he picked me up in that bar. Dave was sitting in the corner watching men flirt with me. God, sometimes I miss that old game.
“Zach, right. Great to finally meet you,” Dave said. The words came slowly like his head was spinning from being face-to-face with one of my old lovers — especially Zach.
“Yeah, nice to meet you, Dave. You must be something special. Dani used to swear she had no interest in being in another serious relationship, let alone get remarried.”
I put an arm around my husband and squeezed him. “Sometimes you meet the one, and you just know,” I said.
Brianna got even tighter to Zach. “I know exactly what you mean. It was just like that with this one. It was like all the other people we’d been with were just instantly forgotten.”
Zach had not forgotten about me. I knew it by the way he looked at me. That look changed as he glanced from me to Dave. He was deciding the pieces didn’t fit right. The vibe between the four of us got even weirder and I was afraid if we stood there any longer all of the unspoken things were going to burst out into the open.
“We’d better get going, right honey? You said we’re already going to be late,” I told Dave.
“Uh, yeah, right,” he replied, snapping out of his haze.
“Well, it was great to meet you, Dani,” Brianna said, meaning none of it.
“Right. Maybe we’ll see you around again. Bye, Zach,” I replied.
“Yeah, bye Dani.”
I turned Dave away from them and steered him toward the truck, which is not easy with a man twice my size. I could see he had a thousand questions, but this was not the time.
Dave and I were both bursting to talk about running into Zach, but the opportunity didn’t arise until bedtime. We weren’t going to talk about it sitting in the stands with the other parents at Mason’s game. Afterward, we grabbed Ava from home and the family went out to dinner and bowling. The kids were always around when we got home. I cracked open a bottle of wine to help deal with my dizzying array of thoughts, while Dave disappeared into his home office. I was tipsy when I went on up to bed, and Dave followed ten minutes later.
I was setting the alarm on my phone when he came in and locked the door behind him. Dave was just in time because I was going to go back down and drag him up there if he didn’t appear on his own. The wine and all my thoughts of Zach had me hornier than I’d been in ages, which was saying something. I don’t want to sound slutty, but I’ve always been an easy lay. I don’t need a lot to get going, and reliving those days with Zach was more than enough to make me soaked. I needed Dave and he could tell.
Instead of my usual cute pajama set, I was in an old, loose tank top that my boobs were spilling out of and a pair of boyshorts that couldn’t contain my round butt. I’m petite but curvy, and that outfit didn’t hide anything. I might as well have been topless. Dave pretended not to notice, but I saw him looking. I’ve sought men’s attention enough to know when I have it. Besides, I never had trouble keeping my husband’s attention.
“You disappeared into your office pretty quickly when we got home. Weird to have paperwork on a Saturday night,” I said. Dave runs his own construction firm.
“Uh, yeah.” He kept walking, passing into the ensuite to brush his teeth.
“I was up here feeling all lonely. I was afraid I was going to have to take care of myself if you were too busy for me.”
Dave rinsed and spit. He returned to the bedroom and began shedding his clothes. Normally, he would have changed into pajama pants, but I don’t think they would have fit over that thing sticking out in front of him. I stared at his cock and smiled. I was not going to have to take care of myself.
“That must have been some exciting paperwork.”
“I don’t need anything extra to be ready for you, honey.”
I turned when he joined me on the bed and grasped him. Touching his hot, hard flesh ignited me. The years had not blunted my desire for my husband. If anything, at forty-four I think I’m hornier than I ever have been, and that’s saying something. Dave pushed my top out of his way and palmed a breast. He still plays with my tits like it’s the first time he’s seeing them, which always makes me feel so good. They’re big and I think they’ve held up well, but they certainly don’t look how they did when I was nineteen. He tried to kiss me, but I dodged it. Yes, I wanted sex, but I wanted answers too.
“What were you really doing, babe?”
“I can tell you what I want to do right now.”
Dave tried to kiss me, but I avoided his lips a second time and squeezed his shaft tighter. He groaned and roughly rolled my nipple. The dark pink tip puffed and throbbed, and I barely maintained my resolve. He knew how to make me do what he wanted.
“You were watching us, weren’t you?” My words were low and breathy.
I saw that he didn’t want to answer, and I stroked his cock to compel him. Dave trembled and his dick drooled excitement. He couldn’t resist my charms.
“Yeah, I was,” he confessed.
“I knew it. You couldn’t help yourself.”
“I couldn’t. God, watching those, you were so incredible, Dana.”
“I’m still incredible.”
I shimmied out my boyshorts and threw off the tank top and straddled his lap. I didn’t put him right inside me, but rubbed his shaft along my slick furrow, teasing us both. I wondered which video he watched down in his office. There were so many to choose from. Dave had videos of most of my encounters with men stored on a hard drive in the safe. It was his thing. He wanted to see me do it, but he didn’t want to be in the room. Dave even wired up a whole apartment with hidden cameras so that he could watch me. I didn’t know the total number of videos he had, but many of them were me with Zach. No one else came close. When was the last time Dave watched one of my videos? We didn’t talk about it, but I knew he still watched them.
“Christ, you are, Dana,” he said, fingers digging into my butt as he tried to lift me onto him.
“Which one was it? I want to know.”
“You crawled on the bed and sucked his dick. He grabbed your head and fucked your mouth,” he whispered, like he was reliving it. “And then you were on your back, your legs over his shoulders, and he was just pounding you. You were begging him for it.”
I slipped down onto my husband. I couldn’t tease him any longer. I needed it. Dave filled me and I moaned. Nothing is better than the way we fit together. I’ve had men who made me come until I passed out, but none of that is as good as making love to my husband — especially when we’re reliving my greatest hits.
“Like this? Fuck me, babe. Please…I need it…ahh just like that…”
“Ahh…fuck Dana…”
I was rocking on him, but Dave grabbed my hips and bounced me hard on his cock. Deep pleasure shot up through me every time I slammed down onto him. I grabbed the headboard and rode him faster.
“Oh god…I need you baby…fuck me, Zach… Oh, fuck me Zach!”
“You slut…you want it…”
“I need it, baby…I need it so bad…”
“You wanted to fuck him today…”
“Yeah…I did…”
“Fuck, Dana…”
“You wanted me too…I know it…”
The bed rocked violently beneath us, groaning with the stress of our thrusting bodies. I forgot how good it could be when we relived my adventures. It had been so long. All of those sexy, dirty feelings rose up in me again. Being slutty Dani and picking up men in bars had been so delicious. And the way Zach played my body when he came to know it so well… Oh god…
“Ahh fuck…yes…you know it…you know…”
“That you love me being a slut?”
“Yes! Fuck…yes…Dana…”
Dave gritted his teeth, but he still growled when he came inside me. His cock swelling and then blasting his essence deep into my core pushed me over the edge. I slammed down on him and ground my pussy tightly to his pelvis, cramming every last inch inside me while my muscles tightened and milked his shaft. I trembled from head to toe and basked in the intense pleasure spreading through me. Dave kissed me violently, and I returned it with equal fervor. We were trying to devour each other.
“Christ, I love you,” he gasped.
“I love you so much, babe. God, I love being your wife.”
Our bodies stayed locked together. I loved being in his arms and feeling joined to him — even if he’d shrunk inside me. It still felt like Dave filled me. He is not a small man. It was never about needing more dick. He was, and always will be, all I need. His arms enfolded me, and I snuggled into his chest and thought I’d never move — until my bent legs began to cramp. I peeled away with a groan and lay beside him. Dave slid down so we could snuggle.
“So, running into Zach was something,” I began. The sex was amazing, and I needed it, but we still had to talk.
“Yeah, does he live up here now? I guess moving out of the city makes sense if he’s started a family.”
“I don’t know. He didn’t give me their address. I don’t think his wife would have been pleased with that.”
Dave laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think she liked you.”
“I wonder what he told her about me. He’s obviously said something.”
“Maybe how you were the MILF who stole his heart and ran away with it.”
I slapped his chest. “I did not steal Zach’s heart. He was into me, but he didn’t love me.”
Dave snorted. He was always worried about how close Zach and I became. He didn’t like me having a boyfriend — not that Zach was my boyfriend. I was a married woman. I didn’t have boyfriends.
“He told that girl something to make her look at you that way.”
“Some spouses are possessive, you know. Not everyone wants to share like you do.”
“Sharing is one word for it.”
“Is pass around their wife to every guy in the zip code better? You don’t need to sound so pleased with yourself, babe.”
“I like to think I evolved past jealousy,” he said.
I laughed. We both knew that wasn’t true. I grasped his cock and tugged it. It twitched with a spark of life, which made me tingle down below.
“Getting off on watching me fuck is not the same thing as being above jealousy, and you know it.”
“I just like to be careful.”
“Yes, slipping a waiter my number so he could come over and fuck me later that night was so careful.”
We both laughed. That was a good time.
“How did you feel seeing Zach?” Dave asked. He brushed a wave of chestnut hair back from my eyes and really looked at me to show me he truly cared.
“It was weird. I don’t know how to explain it. I really felt like I was a different person back then. I mean, I was a different person when I was with Zach. I was Dani, and Dani did whatever she pleased with him. She didn’t carry all the things that Dana does. Dani could be so free because she never worried about being judged.”
“I’d never judge you. You know that, honey.”
“I know, babe. But that’s not what I mean. We built these lives and they come with all kinds of expectations. We become people we never thought we’d be. That’s not a complaint. I love our life. But Dani was a chance to be a different me. I got to try on a different life with her. Running into Zach was like peeking through a window back into that life for a moment.”
“I think I understand. It had to be weird, just having him dropped in your path like that.”
“And of all places. Over at English Village! Zach isn’t supposed to be there. He wasn’t part of this life. I guess we can’t go there anymore.”
Dave laughed. “Let’s not get crazy. We’re over there all the time. You do half your shopping there. Afraid you’re going to be tempted if you run into him again?”
“He’s married, Dave.”
“That’s not what I asked. You just said…”
“That’s because we were fucking, babe. I was about to come. I would have said anything. How about you? Seeing Zach seems to have stirred things up for you.”
I still played with his dick, and it was getting harder by the second. Dave had an impressive recovery time for a forty-eight-year-old man. But then, reliving my exploits did always inspire him.
“You couldn’t pull out those old videos fast enough. I bet you were thinking about that all day,” I said.
“I just wanted to see how much Zach had changed,” Dave said, chuckling.
“Mmmhmm,” I replied, stroking him in earnest.
“Do you miss it? Did seeing Zach really make you want to try on Dani again?”
Dave’s hand rested on my butt, and he stretched his arm so his fingers could dip between my thighs from behind. I was a soaked mess down there and his fingers slipped into me. I instinctively rocked on them. I was insatiable, just like the old days.
“It’s complicated, babe,” I moaned. “It’s not a simple yes or no.”
His fingers sank deeper into me and I whimpered.
“It feels simple, Dana.”
“Ahh…what’s simple is that I need to get off, but I don’t need other men for that. Not when I have this.” I tugged his cock toward me. “Now give me what I need, babe, or you’re going to make me find someone else who can.”
Dave rolled on top, spiking into me. I cried out with joy and wrapped my legs around him. He moved inside me and, yes, that was exactly what I needed. But it didn’t banish thoughts of Zach… or Carlos… or Steve… or that guy in the casino bathroom… It had been so reckless, but god did I miss being a slut.
to be continued…


Ex-Hotwife Tempted Back Into Action Chapter 2
Dana teases on a dinner date, bringing her closer to playing again



I’ve become a man obsessed again. My wife sleeping with other men is the only thing I’ve been able to think about since we ran into one of her old lovers last week. It wasn’t just any old hookup. It was Zach, Dana’s old boyfriend. She would deny that characterization all day long, but it was always the truth to me. Zach was the guy who hung around. He was the one she would run off to see — and fuck — if one of her other hot dates didn’t work out.
If I’m being honest, I never stopped thinking about Dana and her men. She stopped playing five years ago, but my desire to watch her fucking other men never went away. It wasn’t my idea to stop. I urged her to reconsider and told her we could take more precautions to be sure there was no chance her hobby — as she sometimes called it — would be discovered. I was just as scared of being outed as Dana, but after too many brushes with exposure, she insisted on calling it quits and I had to support her like a good husband.
I still watch her old videos. I don’t watch every day, but more often than I probably should. Dana suspects, but she never says anything. She understands I need that outlet. I have the most amazing library of videos of my wife with other men. The problem of watching her without being in the room — which I did not want — was easily solved with technology. Dana surprised me first, buying a small hidden camera she could take on her hot dates. I surprised her next with a specialized fuck pad where I wired every room for sound and video. Being a builder comes in handy.
Old videos don’t scratch the itch like Dana going out and playing did, and I’ve always held out hope that Dana would want to open up and go out again. She swore the door was closed and that she was fine being monogamous, but I knew she missed it. I had the receipts! I’d see how excited she was when men picked her up in bars while I watched from across the room. And there were the videos, of course. I saw in vivid detail how much Dana loved having other men. That doesn’t just go away.
Zach’s random appearance in our lives confirmed my suspicion. Dana had been a different woman since we ran into him. The sex that night had been incredible, and it carried through the rest of the week. Dana was all over me — which I will never complain about. Our sex life has always been great. Her hotwife phase may have supercharged it, but even before and after we’ve always been after each other like newlyweds. Since we saw Zach, we’ve gone from three or four times a week to every day, with a few morning blowjobs thrown in for good measure.
Dana knows how it thrills me when other men appreciate her, and even after she stopped playing, she would still dress up whenever we went out. Classy, but sexy. She dresses to be noticed, and it pushes all the right buttons for me. But when we went out for a date night after running into Zach, she turned it up ten notches.
My first clue that something was up that night was when Dana suggested we go into the city for dinner, instead of the local bistro we love. I didn’t question it at the time. Variety is nice. Dana came down from the bedroom and I knew she had more than dinner on her mind.
“Are you ready to go?” she asked, posing with a hand on her hip while trying to make it look like she wasn’t.
Dana looked like she’d been poured into that tight blue dress. The thin fabric draped her curves perfectly and the deep V-neck flashed a dangerous amount of cleavage. It wasn’t obscenely short — like some of the dresses she’d wear back in her hot dates days — but the hem was high enough above the knee to show off her shapely legs. I stopped myself from staring, but only because I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. I could play it just as cool as Dana.
“Aren’t you going to be chilly?” I asked.
“I’m going to wear a coat, silly.”
Babysitting was always a problem when we used to play. The kids were both young back then and we had to arrange something with our parents or try to get childcare. The grandparents were the preferred option because the kids could stay the night and we could get them in the morning. Otherwise, we had to slink home and hope our babysitter didn’t notice that Dana looked like she’d been manhandled by a stranger all night. We didn’t need a babysitter for two teenagers, but neither of us would want them seeing their mother coming home freshly fucked while I looked the same as when we left — not that I thought anything would happen that night. Dana was steadfast that we were out.
Dana did indeed wear a coat, which was promptly left at the coat check of the trendy restaurant she’d chosen. We had a reservation but still faced a twenty-minute wait before our table would be ready. I followed her into the bar, proud of all the heads she turned. I couldn’t blame any of those guys. My eyes were glued to her perfect round ass too.
The bar was crowded, and Dana had to nestle in between two guys to get the bartender’s attention. I hung far enough back that they might think she was alone. The man to her right was a slick, salesman-looking guy about my age, tall, handsome, and well-dressed. He started right in talking to my wife, flashing her a smile. The guy to the right was younger and looked less confident. He was content to stare down her dress while the other one kept her attention. And I was content to hang back and watch.
Both sides of the equation pleased me. I imagined the one on her left was rock hard and praying she would lean over just a little further so he could see all the way down to her lacy bra. I knew it was a cobalt satin thing with flowery trim because Dana found plenty of excuses to lean over in my truck on the ride into the city. I could feel his desire for my wife coming off him in waves, which had me plumping up in my jeans.
The one on Dana’s right must have thought he had a chance because he flagged down the bartender and bought her a dirty martini. She’s usually a beer girl, but I guess she wanted to be fancy in the fancy restaurant. If her new friend noticed her ring, he didn’t care. Dana played right into it, laughing at his jokes, touching him on the arm.
I wasn’t far off, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Too many years of forgetting my ear protection on job sites has left my hearing dodgy in my late forties — especially in a crowded place like the bar. Dana and Righty were very close when they spoke to each other. I had no chance of overhearing them.
Righty slipped an arm around her back and rested his hand on her hip. It was a bold move on a woman he’d only known a few minutes, but I bet Dana was putting out serious I’m available vibes, despite her wedding ring. She didn’t move his hand but pressed closer to him. Righty had to be convinced he had a shot at getting laid after that. I was becoming convinced too. It felt like the old days when Dana would go to a bar, and I’d watch from afar while men tried to pick her up. On a good night, someone caught her fancy, and we’d all get lucky. It was how she’d met Zach.
I tried to keep my expectations in check. Dana hadn’t actually done anything but let some forward guy get close, but watching her with Righty stirred all those old, wild feelings. It was all too easy to imagine my wife slipping away with him. I pictured her underneath him while he pumped away at her pussy, and she demanded that he fuck her harder. Seeing the way she flirted with him convinced me she wanted it just as much as I did. She might just be doing it to tease me, but I didn’t want to believe it.
Righty’s hopes were dashed when Dana received a text from the hostess that our table was ready. She downed the rest of her drink and leaned up to kiss Righty on the cheek before excusing herself. Dana was glowing. She winked as she passed me. I waited to follow her and saw Righty staring wistfully after her. The one who got away.
Dana waited for me at the hostess stand and greeted me with a kiss, taking my hand when we were led to a little table tucked into the corner. Our waiter came right over and poured our water. I ordered Dana another dirty martini and a Guinness for myself. I didn’t need to get her tipsy to get lucky that night, but it couldn’t hurt.
“You could have stayed at the bar with your new friend if you wanted to,” I said, while we perused our menus.
Dana smiled at me over her menu. “And you would have loved that, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m down for whatever you want, Dana. You know that. I just want you to have fun.”
“How did I get so lucky to land such a giving husband? You’re always thinking about my pleasure.”
“I can’t help it.” I shrugged. “I’m just a giver.”
“Running into Zach really did a number on you, didn’t it?”
I leaned to the side to look around her menu and at that dress that looked like it had been poured over her like liquid silk. My dick surged in my pants. I wanted to skip dinner and drag her out of there since Righty had missed his chance.
“It did a number on me, did it? Seeing Zach didn’t stir anything for you?” I asked.
“I can’t just want to look good for my husband?”
“And all the men in this restaurant?”
Dana’s small smile was her admission. “Okay, so maybe I like attention. But you like it when I get attention, so it’s a win-win.”
“And that’s all it is? You just want to do a little teasing? I haven’t seen you turn it on like this in a long time.”
“I’m just having a little fun. Don’t read too much into it, babe.”
Our waiter returned with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order. I didn’t know about Dana, but I hadn’t given a thought to dinner. I’d stared at the menu, but I was so distracted it might as well have been blank pages. She told me to go first to buy time, and luckily for her, I’m a simple man. I ordered a porterhouse with a loaded baked potato and asparagus.
I kept an eye on our waiter while I ordered, but he thought I was reading off the menu and took the opportunity to check out my wife. Any other man would have been offended and probably would have said something. I loved it. Dana had to feel his attention because she subtly leaned forward to give him a perfect angle down her dress. Her whole body was incredible, of course, but her big tits usually draw the most attention from other men. Guys are just suckers for a perfect round set like hers.
The waiter’s attention was properly fixed on Dana when it was time for her to order, but I swear he was still mentally undressing her. I don’t know if that was why she took her time ordering or if she was just giving him as much time as possible to look her over. Either way, I enjoyed watching him watching her. It was a good thing the tablecloth draped over my lap. We hadn’t had a night out that had felt so sexually charged in years.
“He’s handsome, isn’t he?” I asked.
“Don’t you even start. I’m having fun tonight, not having fun.”
“I get it. I’m not pushing anything. I’m just saying you really enjoyed yourself that one time you caught the attention of our waiter. You know you could have a lot of fun.”
The waiter was a handsome guy. He was in his late twenties at the most, about average height, but broad and with thick, black hair he wore slicked back. I didn’t know if he was exactly Dana’s type, but he looked like he could give her a solid pounding, which I’d love to see.
“I could if I wanted to,” she replied. “But it wouldn’t be that much fun for you. We don’t have your spy condo anymore.”
“I’d still get what I needed.”
I missed that place. I held onto it for another year after Dana stopped playing, but eventually I had to admit she wasn’t going back to it, and I felt silly holding onto the place. I did the work of removing all the cameras and sold the duplex. Dana took charge of that. I think she wanted to make sure I really got rid of it, but it turned into a profitable side gig for us flipping houses. My guys do the work, but Dana manages it.
“Well, you can get those dirty thoughts out of your head, because it’s not happening,” she insisted.
I surrendered, but the dirty thoughts still came fast and furious.
I did not pass the waiter my wife’s number like I did that time years ago. I was tempted to, just to find out what Dana would do, but I know her well enough to know not to push her. I was seeing an ember for the first time in years, and I needed to nurture it, not smother it.
Dana may not have wanted to take the waiter home, but she sure loved his attention. She did just about everything she could to show off to him short of pulling down the top of her dress. The more she had to drink, the more brazen she became, finally placing her hand over his when he set the check down on the table. She profusely thanked him for his wonderful service. The young man became flustered, and I was surprised I didn’t see the front of his black slacks tented out.
We were both ready for liftoff when we left the restaurant. Everything about Dana suggested she needed it sooner than later. Her eyes smoldered and she didn’t just take my arm as we walked back to the parking garage but rubbed herself against me like a cat in heat.
I was tempted to drag her into the stairwell at the garage rather than take the elevator to our level. She was so horny I think she would have let me do it. But we waited for the elevator, and as we did, I imagined Righty from the bar dragging Dana into that stairwell, pushing her against the wall, and hiking up her dress. I could almost hear his grunt and her cry when he shoved it into her from behind. I was so distracted I didn’t even hear the elevator ding.
Dana pulled me down to a kiss the moment the elevator doors closed. I almost hiked up her dress in there, but I know those things have security cameras. It would have been hot to give some anonymous security guard in his booth somewhere a thrill, but I couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t call the cops. I had to keep it in my pants at least until we made it back to my truck.
I just managed to do it. We reached the truck and instead of opening her door, I opened the rear door of the king cab. Dana gave me a knowing look and climbed on up with my assistance. I held her hand before giving her a boost with a hand on her ass. After a paranoid look around, I hopped in right behind her.
“We’re going to fuck right here in your truck? You can’t wait to get home?” she asked.
“I can wait if you can.”
Dana looked like she just might do it to torture me, but instead, she reached for my belt. I wiggled out of my pants the moment she had them open, dragging my underwear down with them. She scooted closer to grab my cock and stroke it. A shiver went through my body. She knew just how to handle me.
“What’s got you so fired up tonight, babe? Was it the guy at the bar, or the waiter staring at me all through dinner?”
“Why can’t it be both?” I groaned. I would have closed my eyes to enjoy her handjob, but I had the perfect view down her dress, just like our waiter. And like him, I couldn’t stop staring at the pleasures on display.
“It can, but I want to know what has you so horny that you need to fuck me right here in public. I bet it was the waiter. I bet he got you thinking about the night with the other one. God, it’s been so long I don’t even remember his name.”
“There’s been a lot of guys.”
Dana squeezed me tightly enough to hurt and I grunted.
“Are you calling me a slut?”
“I’m just saying that lucky waiter was one of many.”
“I’d be offended if I didn’t know for a fact that you love me being a slut.”
She loosened her grip and resumed slowly pumping me. When my excitement leaked from the tip, Dana used it to lubricate her pumping. She was a pro.
“I thought you might get carried away and give this waiter my number like you did last time.”
“Mmm, you told me not to.”
“You didn’t ask the first time. I’m glad you didn’t. That boy was a lot of fun.”
“Fuck, Dana, he couldn’t believe his luck. Your dress was off the second he walked in the door.”
“Not the second he walked in,” she said, laughing. “We made out for a minute or two first.”
“And then you were sucking his cock.”
“Yeah, I was. Just like this, babe.”
Dana ignored my cock and dipped low, going right for my balls, just like she did with that original waiter. I watched it live in my spy condo, but I also recorded it and I’ve watched that thing dozens of times. I know every moment of it. I was shocked when she went right for his balls that night instead of sucking his cock.
My balls are nicely trimmed because I know she prefers it. Dana feasted on them, lovingly sucking, and licking one and then the other. Her mouth soaked my balls before she swallowed my shaft. She’s blown me away with her incredible cocksucking since that first time at the college library when she first showed me just how kinky she can be. Dana relaxed and took me to the back of her throat, smoothly deep-throating me as I’d seen her do with other guys so many times. That waiter had been blown away that she went right for it. I’m sure he thought he hit the jackpot when he got this slutty MILF’s phone number.
I reached low and massaged her breasts while she sucked me, wishing I could just will her clothing away. I wanted to feel her hot flesh in my hands. I still found the pop of her excited nipple through the thin dress and her bra. I focused my attention there, flicking with my fingers and Dana moaned into my cock. She sucked harder and I tensed, fighting the urge to fill her mouth with my load. I did not want to finish so soon. Dana didn’t want that either and pinched my base, slowing me down.
“Not yet, babe. I need this,” she said, licking the tip. Watching that just about made me spurt right in her face, whether she liked it or not. A man can only take so much teasing.
Dana reached under her dress and pulled down a tiny scrap of blue lace. I regretted that I didn’t get to see her sweet ass in that thong. She ordered me to lie down on the bench seat in the back of my truck and I complied like a good boy. I stared up at her in awe at the way she contorted to get on top of me back there. Dana wedged one leg between me and the seat but kept the other one on the floor. She struggled to keep her dress out of the way while she grasped me, and I thoughtfully gathered it at her waist. I had a perfect view when she rubbed me against her dripping slit. Dana moaned when we made contact.
“Do you remember what happened next?” she asked, slipping my head inside her.
Being inside her hot tightness scrambled my brain, but I remembered everything she did with that nameless waiter.
“He peeled back your legs and fucked you like crazy,” I groaned.
“He fucked me so hard, babe. It made me crazy,” she cooed.
“You begged him to fuck you…”
“I did…oh god…I did…and he fucked me so hard…”
The truck rocked. Dana rode me harder and harder, and I saw her eyes close in the dim light that filtered through the tinted windows. She wasn’t thinking about me. She was back there, remembering what it was like to have that young stud fucking her silly.
“But it wasn’t enough…” I gasped, holding her waist and bouncing her on my cock. “After hee came, you fucked him again. You rode him Dana.”
“Just like this…”
“Yeah, just like this…”
“Then what did he do?”
“Oh god…babe…”
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“He…he came all over my tits…”
“You fucking begged him for it.”
“Yes! I begged for his cum! Ohh yes…babe…ahh…”
Dana shuddered and froze on me, one hand planted on the window above me, and the other on the headliner. Her pussy locked and pulsed around me, demanding that I come with her. I jammed her down on my dick and jetted my load deep inside her. Dana cried out again when she felt me coming and trembled for a moment before collapsing onto me. I squeezed her tight against my chest and felt her heart hammering.
“You were so incredible. I love you so much.”
“Ahh…I love you, babe. I love you,” she panted, still shaking.
“I know you miss it, Dana. It’s okay to admit it.”
She hesitated before admitting, “It was so hot, babe. That feeling… I do miss it…”
“Maybe it’s time.”
“You’re such a bad influence,” she complained, squeezing me tighter.
to be continued…



Ex-Hotwife Tempted Back Into Action Chapter 3
Dana meets a stud Realtor and can’t resist that old itch for a stranger’s cock



I stared at Zach’s Facebook profile and resisted the urge to send him a DM, but just barely. He’d developed a little bit of a dad bod now that he was in his thirties, was married, and had become an actual dad. But he still had his boyish grin and that thick dark hair I used to love to run my fingers through. As I clicked through his pictures, I realized I would still fuck him. He still wanted to fuck me too. The way he looked at me that day said it all. I wonder how much trouble he was in when they got home. Brianna didn’t look amused.
Most of the pictures on his profile were of the happy family. Lots of pictures of Zach and Brianna and the baby. There were pictures of Zach with his hand on her baby bump before that, pictures of him looking excited at her shower — husbands attending baby showers was not a thing way back when I was pregnant — and then many pictures of their fun adventures together before they were parents. Long weekends in the Bahamas were a thing of the past now that they were parents. Did they understand that? Brianna looked great in a bikini before the baby. I understood what Zach saw in her. She was pretty and I hoped he was happy.
Here’s the perverse thing. Seeing all those photos of the happy couple made me want Zach even more. I understand that might make me a bad person, but the challenge of luring him back into my bed when he was married to someone else was delicious. What better way to prove I still had it than to seduce my old boy toy? I was surprised a guy who was so young was into me back when we first met. It would be a feather in my cap if I could still get him now that I’m over forty. And I didn’t like the way his wife gave me the cold shoulder that day. I laughed, thinking she deserved the comeuppance.
I had plenty of reasons to click that button and send Zach a DM, but I couldn’t do it. I’m not that selfish of a person. I don’t want homewrecker on my resume. Zach was the first guy I went all the way with when Dave convinced me to give this hotwife thing a try and it would have been nice symmetry to have Zach be the guy to break me into going back, but it was not to be. Being a hotwife did not mean I had to be a shitty person, despite what the morality police might think.
I told Dave I missed it and wanted to dip my toe back in again that night in his truck, but I’m not thinking clearly after such an intense orgasm. It wasn’t a commitment to dive back into that life again. I had legitimate reasons for quitting. My greatest fear was being outed to our friends and neighbors as a slut who fucks other men for her husband’s enjoyment. It shouldn’t matter what other people think, but let’s be honest, it does.
The first person to discover our arrangement was my best friend, Jana. She caught me sneaking home and I confessed it all to her. Honestly, it was a relief to have someone other than Dave to confide in about it. Jana was hardly in a position to judge me anyway. She’d been sleeping around behind her husband’s back for a while.
The second exposure was by one of my lovers, Carlos. He met Diana, my cheating wife persona looking for men on an infidelity website. He was an intense cop. The moment we met I had goosebumps and knew I’d let him do what he wanted to me. Carlos tapped into a submissive side I didn’t even know I had. Everything was great with him until one night when I went completely off the rails. I couldn’t tell him no, and Carlos had no limits. I had to cut him off, but he was not the type to take no for an answer. He tracked down my real identity and gave me an ultimatum — I give him one more night to do anything he wanted with me, or he’d expose my secret.
That sounds like blackmail — and maybe it was — but deep down I wanted to be his again. I cut him off because I couldn’t resist him, and I had to put my marriage first. Carlos never forced me to do anything. Even when he fucked me in front of a crowd in a sex club, I wanted it. We went through with his demands and Carlos was true to his word and disappeared after one last depraved night. A sane couple would have stopped then, but Dave and I convinced ourselves we could be careful and still play.
The third brush with exposure finally convinced me it all had to end. I was out with a man I’d met online and should have been safe because we were in a bar on the other side of the city, nowhere near my suburban neighborhood. I was excited because this handsome doctor was newly divorced, and experience had taught me that recently divorced men are incredible in bed because they’ve got all that pent-up sexual energy. They want to try everything their ex-wives wouldn’t do. It was a hot June night and I’d picked a skimpy striped sundress that could land on the floor with just a couple of moves. I’d chosen well and he couldn’t keep his eyes — or his hands — off me. His hand rested on my knee, and I hoped he’d be brazen enough to slip it up under my dress.
We were mostly behaving ourselves but hanging all over each other when I spotted a familiar face across the bar. My heart seized in my chest when I saw a mother from my daughter’s home and school association, and she was staring right at me. I don’t know what she was doing there, so far from our normal stomping grounds, but she was with a group of women. She glared across the bar because I was not with Dave and this man was obviously not just a friend. I was practically in the good doctor’s lap.
I called an abrupt end to that date, confusing the hell out of that poor man. I was the worst kind of tease. He’d been sure he was going to get laid, and he’d been right but seeing Karen killed my mood. I got out of there and spent the whole drive home thinking of what I would say to Karen if she confronted me. She never did, but the fear that the other moms were gossiping behind my back convinced me that I had to let go of my fun, slutty hobby and go back to being a respectable, suburban mom.
I was so out of practice picking up men that I didn’t know where to begin. Dave was full of ideas. He was enthusiastic about taking photos if I wanted to put a new dating profile online. I seriously considered it, but then remembered how much energy it took to separate the creeps from the keepers. I didn’t know if this was a one-time thing I needed to get out of my system or if I wanted to fully dive in again, and I wasn’t going to do all that work for one night.
Dave thought it would be great if we went out to see who tried to pick me up like we did when we started. It was how I met Zach. But that had been so hit or miss. I had a handful of hot nights, but many others where I went home horny and disappointed. Dave was so excited that I’d fuck another guy that he even bought me an updated hidden video camera. I tossed it in my bag but told him I wasn’t up for seeing what kind of rando I could attract.
In the end, the problem solved itself. I met a man at the last place I expected it. Being with him was reckless and stupid, but I felt a chemical reaction the moment we met, and I couldn’t help myself. I just wanted him.
We were trying to grow the house-flipping business and I’d joined a local business networking group to make contacts. Dave had plenty of contacts of his own, but I really wanted to try and make it my own thing. He still offered to join me when I went to the first meeting, but I told him I would be fine on my own.
“I’m sure you will,” Dave said, looking me over on my way out the door.
“What does that mean? I’m not going out to pick up a man.”
“You don’t have to try, Dana. It just happens when you’re that hot.”
I paused to look in the hallway mirror. I thought I looked nice and professional — not remotely slutty. My black leather skirt was above the knee, but it wasn’t too short or tight. The sleeveless orange top wasn’t at all low-cut. The outfit flattered my figure, but I have curves. I can’t hide them unless I wear a potato sack.
“This business mixer is about making contacts, not getting picked up. Get your mind out of the gutter, babe.”
“But if it happens…” he replied, shrugging.
The implication that I couldn’t have a professional night out annoyed me and I decided to tease him. I gave Dave a quick kiss and, on my way out the door, told him, “Don’t wait up.”
The event was in a rented room at a local hotel. All those hotel rooms would have been convenient if I were there for what Dave wanted, but I was a serious businesswoman, not a trollop on the prowl. The room was full, with about three dozen businesspeople milling around, grazing from the hors d’oeuvers and hitting the cash bar. I slapped on my pre-printed name tag, ordered a white wine at the bar, and made the rounds.
I’m not the shy type, but I felt like a fish out of water, like I was back at a high school mixer waiting for a boy to ask me to dance. I never had to wait long back then. A couple of men did try to chat me up before the evening’s talk, but they spent too much time staring at my tits and not listening to what I had to say. I literally rolled my eyes when the second one stared at my chest while pretending he couldn’t read my name tag. It was a relief when the talk started.
The speaker gave a talk on search engine optimization for your business, and I’m sure he had some good points if I had any idea what he was talking about. I wasn’t the only one lost because half the group was talking amongst themselves while he spoke. His sales pitch was a relief because it meant he was winding down.
“Did your eyes glaze over like mine did?”
The question came from my right, and I looked up to discover the deep, sonorous voice belonged to a tall, broad man in a dark suit he was born to wear. Something about him was familiar. He had those dark, Mediterranean looks that make the girls swoon, and I must confess that this girl was not immune. His stubbled jaw was sharp enough to cut glass and his thick, black hair was slicked back. His dark eyes were kind and confident, and when he turned them on me, I felt a flutter of excitement in my tummy. I returned his smile and hoped mine was as confident.
“He lost me when he talked about increasing my slurp, I’m not sure I want to know what that means.”
“I think he said SERP, but I have no idea what he meant. We already pay someone to do all of that for us. I don’t need his services.”
“I might, I think. I have a website, but I don’t know how much good it’s doing me.”
“In your business, you need good relationships with realtors, not a website, Dana Richardson.”
“Very good. You can read, Anthony Columbo. Congratulations.”
“Call me Tony. All my friends do.”
“I’ll decide if we’re going to be friends.”
“I’m hoping we’ll be business associates at least. I made a note to track you down tonight when I saw you on the list of new members. I’m always looking for new sellers to partner with.”
“Oh, right! That’s where I know you from. Your face is on the sides of buses.”
“Tony Columbo, Prime Realty at your service. They got my good side in that picture, right?”
Tony turned and struck the same pose I’d seen a dozen times in traffic. His teeth gleamed and his eyes sparkled. He made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. I don’t think he had a bad side, and he knew it. That smile had probably charmed a hundred women out of their panties. I could feel it working on me. He flicked his fingers and his card appeared as if by magic. It had the same picture that graced the local buses.
“I don’t think you need me to tell you that’s a handsome picture, Tony.”
“You think I’m handsome? That’s high praise coming from such an attractive woman.”
My smile widened even though I didn’t want him to think his charm offensive was working. I was there for business, not pleasure — even if my mind was turning to all sorts of pleasurable things I could do with Tony. His mere presence had a dangerous effect on me. Dave’s last words before I left echoed in my head, But if it happens…
“Did you seek me out to flirt? I’m sure you have no trouble finding women to flirt with.”
“Is that what we’re doing? Fantastic. I love flirting, especially with sexy women, but that’s just a bonus. I really did want to talk business. I think we could do great things together.”
“Could we? What did you have in mind, Tony?”
He paused with that grin just long enough to let me know his thoughts were filled with anything but business, and that he knew I was thinking the same. My cheeks involuntarily reddened.
“How about we start with me buying you another glass of wine?”
I knew it was a bad idea but found myself agreeing.
Tony and I did discuss business and he had great ideas. Dave and I had flipped three houses so far, but there was still a lot I didn’t know. Tony’s advice could have saved me from some of the pitfalls I’d run into. He was eager to take me under his wing, and I knew a partnership would only benefit me, but I also knew Tony’s enthusiasm wasn’t just about the commissions he’d make from me.
I was disturbed by how easy it was to slip back into hotwife mode after so many years away. I flirted with Tony like I’d never stepped away — or like I was single. He must have noticed my wedding ring, but he never mentioned it. I allowed myself to be taken in by his charm, touching his arm, leaning close, giggling at his well-worn jokes. My pussy was tingling in anticipation, and he hadn’t even kissed me. I was more than ready when he threw out his excuse to get me alone.
“If you’re looking for ideas, Dana, I’ve got a house not too far from here that you’ve got to see to believe. It’s a renovated townhouse that’s just amazing. All top-notch work, no construction-grade bullshit.”
“How do you know I’m not doing construction-grade bullshit to make a quick buck?”
“You’re too classy for that.”
Tony was right. Dave only did the work right, but my new friend couldn’t possibly know that. I laughed and replied, “I don’t know if you can say that after only knowing me for an hour, but thanks.”
“So, how about checking out this townhouse? I’m sure it would give you ideas.”
Tony wanted to close this deal. The event was winding down and if he was going to get me somewhere alone, he had to make it happen quickly. I had plenty of ideas and hoped I wasn’t too transparent about it. I wanted to sleep with him so badly that I throbbed for him. The longer I spent with him the more I wanted to feel Tony inside me. But going off with this man I just met was insane. It went against everything that made me stop playing in the first place.
Dave and I were always so careful, and we still came close to being exposed so many times. Tony was not careful. He knew my real name! He knew I was married! And I met him at a professional function. Fucking Tony would be total insanity. I blamed Zach and Dave for even putting me in that headspace. I tried to convince myself that I would have been immune to Tony’s charms if my husband hadn’t been making me crave strange dick again.
“Give me one second,” I told him, turning away as I fished my phone out of my purse.
[Dana] I made a new friend
[Dave] that’s exciting. I knew you would
[Dana] being smug is not attractive
[Dave] it sounds like your new friend is
[Dana] he’s the real estate guy on the buses. Tony Columbo. He wants to show me a flipped house he’s selling
[Dave] I know who you mean. Nice.
[Dana] I don’t think it’s about the house
[Dave] he wants to show you something
[Dana] haha. Seriously, do you really want me to do the thing again?
[Dave] if it’s what you want I think it would be hot
I had the greenlight from Dave. Nothing was stopping me but my own fear. The fear was weaker than my horniness.
[Dana] I’ll try not to be too late
[Dave] take all the time you need. Love you
I tucked the phone back into my purse and turned back to Tony.
“Sorry, I had to tell my husband I’m going to be late.”
“He didn’t mind?” Tony replied.
“He’s just as excited about this opportunity as I am. Let’s go.”
to be concluded….


Ex-Hotwife Tempted Back Into Action Chapter 4
Dana meets the right bull and strips for him in less than an hour!


I couldn’t sit still. Dana was doing it. My wife was out fucking another man. So much time had passed since she’d last done the deed that it felt like the first time all over again. I had that same nervous, nauseous, excited feeling I remembered from her old hot dates. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to claw out of my skin or beat off. I did neither, choosing to drink instead.
The kids were oblivious to what I was going through while their mother was out. I didn’t have to worry about such things when Dana used to play. They were so young they didn’t even notice. I could park them in front of a screen, and they wouldn’t notice anything. They were also always safely in bed by the time their disheveled mother stumbled in smelling of sex — or they were at their grandparents’ house. The kids were still up and moving around the house while I sat in the family room pretending to watch television with a tumbler of scotch in my hand, but they didn’t comment on it.
Dana had tried to keep my expectations in check. She hedged on the confession she made in the back of my truck — that she didn’t really want to go out and see other men again — but I knew she wanted it. I could see it in her eyes. I just had to wait for her to get comfortable with the idea. It didn’t take long the first time — when I first told Dana about my desire for her to fuck other men all those years ago — and it didn’t take long this time either. The only thing that surprised me was that she picked up a man at a business function, not that it happened so quickly. I feared exposure just as much as she did, but I trusted her judgment to pick up a discreet man.
The night crawled by. I would have passed the time watching one of her old videos, but I couldn’t risk that before the kids were in bed. They were safely in their rooms by 10:30 and I dialed up an old video of Dana with her dangerous cop lover Carlos. He was a strange choice because he’d turned out to be so much trouble and I truly hated him for the position he placed us in, but I was addicted to what he did to my wife. Dana never surrendered control to anyone — including me — the way she did to that man. She denied him nothing. My fantasy was that she’d find another lover like Carlos, without the creepy parts, of course.
I was in bed and more than a little buzzed when Dana came strolling in around midnight. I would have been asleep well before then on any normal weekend, but sleep was impossible while she was out — even with the scotch. I’d been plagued by the light buzz of arousal all night, but my dick leapt to full staff when I heard the front door open and close. I refused to rush downstairs to her but forced myself to wait on the bed.
Dana took her time coming upstairs. I knew she was torturing me. When she finally appeared in the bedroom, she had that freshly fucked look I loved to see when she came home. Her chestnut hair had been brushed, but it wasn’t as perfect as when she left the house. It was curled like it had been wet and dried naturally. Her lipstick was completely rubbed away and the rest of her makeup was faded. I could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra under that tight, orange top. Her nipples were swollen beacons through the stretchy fabric. I suspected her panties were gone too.
“Mmm, you waited up?” she said, smiling down at me.
“Did you think I’d be able to sleep?”
“I’m glad you’re awake, although it would have been fun to wake you up.”
Dana grabbed me through the running shorts I wore for bed and made my cock ache. She kissed me deeply, feeding me her tongue. I didn’t taste another man, but spearmint. She was always thoughtful that way. I groaned into our kiss, and she released my dick. Dana didn’t want me coming in my shorts. Even though she’d been fucked by someone else that night, she still wanted it from me. She pressed our hidden camera into my hand. It was a fake car key fob.
“Why don’t you watch that while I get a shower? This chlorine is drying out my skin.”
I realized that she did smell like a pool. “You must have had an interesting night.”
“You can see for yourself — I hope. It’s been a while. I hope I got the camera right.”
Dana kissed me again and disappeared into the bathroom. I grabbed my laptop from the nightstand and connected the little device. My heart was pounding. I’d waited so long for this to happen again. I pulled up the video and pressed play.
The screen was dark, but I heard rustling noises, followed by voices — Dana and a deep-voiced man. That must have been Anthony Columbo, #1 Realtor in Montgomery County. It was strange that Dana had picked up someone I was familiar with. Her other lovers have always been strangers. I didn’t know Columbo personally, but being a builder, I knew of him.
“This place is great. You were right,” Dana said. The screen was still dark. She must have activated the camera before she was ready to position it.
“They knocked down walls to get this open plan.”
“The flow is amazing. And wow, this kitchen is great. I’d buy the house for this kitchen alone.”
“You’re an easy sell.”
“Are you calling me easy, Tony?”
“Did I offend you, Dana?”
“I didn’t say I was offended. I just want to know if you think I’m easy.”
I needed a moment to realize it wasn’t silence that followed but kissing. Those wet sounds were unmistakable. Anthony Columbo — Tony — answered my wife with a kiss, which she obviously accepted. An admission she was easy? I don’t know about him, but I love that Dana is easy. It’s one of my favorite things about her.
My cock surged. Hearing them kissing was almost hotter than seeing it — almost. My brain filled in the blanks. Dana was pressed against a counter and Tony towered over her. I knew Tony was a handsome, Italian, lothario-type handsome Italian from the photo in his ads. She ran her fingers through his thick, black hair. Dana loves men with a lot of hair to play with. It’s why I still keep mine on the long side. I imagined Tony groping her tits because no man can resist them. There was a gasp, followed by Dana panting.
“Are you ready to see the best part?” Tony asked.
“That better not be what you call your dick,” Dana giggled, sounding out of breath.
“Come with me.”
I heard more rustling and what sounded like the heels of her boots on wooden stairs. A door opened and they were in an echoey space.
“Wow, I would have never guessed this was down here. I must have cost a fortune to install,” Dana said.
“This is an up-and-coming neighborhood. The investment was worth it. It’s one of those endless pools. Jets offer resistance so you can actually swim in it, in spite of its size. The house goes on the market next week and people will see the pool and know they must buy this house.”
“This and the kitchen.”
Tony laughed. “Yes, the amazing, unique pool in the basement, and the kitchen.”
I tried to picture the scene. Installing a pool in a basement wasn’t unheard of, but it wasn’t a common renovation. The improvement targeted a certain type of buyer and could alienate someone who wanted the space for another use. But I wasn’t focused on the pool. I wanted to know what Tony intended to do to my wife down there.
“You know you want to try it,” Tony said.
“What? The pool? You want to go in the pool?”
“Why not? It’ll be fun. How often do you get to swim in February, unless you have your own indoor pool?”
“Someone could find us,” Dana protested.
“No one lives here. Who’s going to find us?”
“I don’t have a swimsuit.”
“I didn’t peg you for the shy type, Dana.”
A pause, and she replied, “I guess we’re doing this.”
More rustling was followed by my first glimpse of light. I saw a bright flash before the iris compensated and a basement lit with spots of mood lighting from recessed fixtures came into focus. Overall, the basement was dim. The image bounced around before Dana got it settled. My view looked to be coming from a table, giving me a wide view of slate walls and a pool that rose a couple of feet above the floor with the same slate tiles around its border. The pool occupied most of the floor, but it wasn’t huge — maybe large enough to comfortably fit four or five people. Only a narrow ledge separated it from the far walls.
Tony stood by the near end of the pool, already half-stripped. He pulled off his shirt as the image stopped moving, revealing tight abs and enough chest hair to show he wasn’t a boy. I’m sure Dana was impressed. He went for his belt, but a leg swung up into view and I was treated to my wife unzipping a boot. It was really happening. I was so excited!
Dana removed her other boot and walked into the frame, standing far enough from the camera that I could see her from the shoulders down, which I thought was for my benefit. She knew I wanted to see her strip. She swept her hair aside and pulled a zipper halfway down her back to shed her tight orange top. Dana turned and bent low to set the top down, shoving her ivory-lace-clad tits right into the camera. I know that was for me. I heard a low whistle from Tony when she turned back to him.
“You’re sexy as hell, Dana.”
“I’m just a typical working mom from the ‘burbs.”
Tony laughed. “I don’t think so.”
The black leather skirt — so exquisitely stretched over her perfect ass — was next, and Dana had to wiggle her hips to shimmy out of it, revealing the skimpiest pair of panties. Tony was right. My wife was sexy as hell. She walked toward him, and I saw he was stripped down to tight black briefs.
“Are you going to wear that into the pool?” he asked. “Do you want to go home in wet panties?”
Tony dropped the briefs, making his choice clear. His thick pipe popped free, half-hard and pulsing with his heartbeat as he watched Dana. The guy was hung. She claims she’s not a size queen, but I knew she would have a good time with that thing.
“Oh? You don’t want my panties wet?” Dana took his hand and pressed it between her thighs. “Oops. Too late.”
Dana is not shy when she wants it. It’s why I knew she was the girl for me when she blew me in the library stacks on our first study date. She’s always been fun.
Tony pulled her into a kiss. He palmed her ass, and she gripped his cock and tugged it. Dana is short — not even five-foot-five — and had to stretch up to kiss him. It looked like she wanted to climb him. His hand slid up her spine and he unhooked her bra with a smooth, practiced move. She let go of him long enough to let it slip to the floor. He stepped back to behold her.
“You are not some typical soccer mom. I bet all the guys in your neighborhood want to fuck the hell out of you.” He kneaded her tits with both hands, and she purred.
“They’re all too afraid my husband would kick their ass.”
“Should I be afraid?”
“He’s not here. Our fun isn’t anyone else’s business if you know how to be discreet, Tony.”
“I keep my affairs private. This isn’t my first rodeo.”
“Do you like fucking married women?”
“I’m a busy man and I like to keep things light since my divorce. I don’t have to worry about entanglements with married women.”
Tony went up three steps to enter the pool, but Dana stopped him there, grabbing his cock again. He was at the perfect height, and she only had to slightly bend over to suck his cock. My angle wasn’t great, but I could see she took him deep on the first stroke. The camera had a nice shot of her ass, but only a partial side view of her face. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to impress him or tease me. She accomplished both goals. Tony stroked her hair back so he could watch his meat disappearing into her pretty mouth. I would have killed for his view.
The echoey room amplified the wet sounds of her sucking. My balls ached. I’d resisted jerking off all night, but now that I was watching Dana in the act I badly needed to come. Tony’s expression said he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. I knew how he felt and was jealous. He couldn’t have thought the evening would have ended with a sexy, married MILF on her knees in front of him. He held her head but didn’t force it. He didn’t need to. Dana eagerly swallowed that meat.
Dana couldn’t suck it all. She fisted what she couldn’t devour, and she massaged his balls with her other hand. Tony used his free hand to grip the short railing beside him and keep from stumbling into the pool. Any man would keel over if Dana had their cock in her mouth. He grunted and gasped and swayed on his feet.
“Uhnn god…uhnn shit…Dana…fuck…”
His fingers tightened in her hair, and he shuddered. Dana coughed, gagging on the cum jetting down her throat, but my wife is an expert and recovered quickly. She kept that cock in her mouth and kept sucking. It had been five years since she’d made another man come in her mouth and she wanted every last drop. Tony backed away, into the pool, drained. He laughed loudly.
“Typical soccer mom, my ass.”
“You don’t think so?” she replied, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.
“I don’t think most soccer moms are still blowing their husbands, let alone dropping to their knees for strangers. And sure as shit, none of them suck dick that good. Goddam, Dana. You’re a fucking pro.”
“Maybe I’ve had a lot of practice.”
“I bet you’ve had. Now get in here.”
Tony touched a control pad on the side of the pool, and purplish light filtered up through the water. A low hum and bubbling followed. Dana walked up over the side, but paused with a shriek when she dipped in her foot.
“That’s fucking cold!” she shouted.
“It’s not a hot tub, but the jets heat the water and do it fast. If I turned it to lap mode, the water would heat even faster.”
“Not fast enough.”
“Get over here and let me warm you up, Dana.”
Dana sank into the pool and paddled over to him. The water didn’t look too deep. She probably could have walked. Tony welcomed her into his arms, and they were kissing again. They were farther from the camera and my view wasn’t great, but my brain filled in the blanks again. She caressed the back of his neck, but her other hand was in the water, and I knew she was stroking him. Dana wanted that cock hard again. Tony’s hands were everywhere on my wife like he couldn’t decide where he most wanted to touch her. He found his spot. A hand disappeared under the water, and she gasped.
“Damn, you’re soaked,” he commented.
“Ahh…god…”
Dana rocked in the water. I was sure she was riding his fingers.
“You wanna get fucked?”
“Yes…”
“Or should I make you wait and beg for it?”
“Ahh…fuck me…fuck me Tony…”
Tony boosted her effortlessly in the water. Dana reached between them, fitting their bodies together. Her long cry told me exactly when he penetrated her. She slowly sank onto him, holding his shoulders. He bounced her on his cock and her moans grew louder as they echoed around the basement. Waves rippled through the water from their motion.
“Fuck, that’s good…” he groaned.
“God…yes…fuck me…”
They moved as they fucked, Tony guiding them to the side of the pool. Dana leaned back when she felt the edge, spreading her arms along that low wall. Her tits pushed up out of the water, but their joining was too low for me to see it. I could tell that he had her by the hips and in that new position he could take her as he pleased.
“Yes…yes…oh god yes…”
I knew he was hitting her deep with that big pipe by how her voice lowered when he slammed it up into her. Her beautiful tits bounced with every thrust and water began splashing over the sides of the pool. Dana demanded that he fuck her over and over in that low voice and I knew just how much she’d missed having a strange cock. My wife loved it! Her cries changed pitch again, getting higher and higher. Tony was going to make her come.
“Enjoying the show?” Dana asked, standing in the bathroom doorway.
Her hair was wrapped in a towel, and she was gloriously naked. She was also smooth downstairs, which she hadn’t been when we’d made love the night before. Tony must have appreciated that. She’d gone back to her traditional landing strip down there when she’d stopped seeing other men.
“You were prepared for tonight,” I commented.
“I swear, I didn’t think anything would happen, but on the chance that something did, I wanted to be ready.” She nodded to the laptop on my stomach. Her moans and the sounds of splashing water came from the little speakers. “It sounds like you’re at the good part.”
“The good part is right in front of me. Get over here.”
“Don’t you want to finish the video?” she asked, coming toward me.
I laid the laptop aside and Dana climbed onto the bed. She knelt beside me, and I slipped two fingers inside her. Her pussy felt looser after taking Tony’s big piece, but I know that was probably in my head. Dana was still soaked. He’d fucked the hell out of my wife, but she still wanted more. She tugged my cock, making my whole body tense as I fought coming.
“I love how you didn’t waste any time. You went right for it,” I moaned.
“You can’t be surprised, baby. You know how much I love sucking dick.”
Dana leaned down and swallowed me whole. I’m not packing what Tony has, but I’m not small either. Her heavy breasts hung down and I couldn’t resist them. She moaned into my cock when I rolled her nipples. Dana knew better than to keep me in her mouth too long. She straddled me instead and threw away the towel, shaking her wet hair free. We both moaned when she settled down on my cock.
“I can tell you like my video. You feel so good inside me, baby,” she moaned.
“You wanted that dick so bad, Dana…”
“I did…”
Dana rocked on me, working her muscles around my shaft. It was heaven. She knew to take it slow because she didn’t want it to be over in a minute. She loved teasing me when she came home from a date.
“I knew I was going to fuck him as soon as he approached me. Tony was hot.”
“He must have known you were a slut…”
“He likes fucking married women…he loved fucking this married woman…”
“I heard him tell you. I heard him tell you how hot you are…fuck you’re hot, Dana…”
“Felt so good, babe…been so long…”
“Too long…”
“Yes…”
“You missed it…”
“Yes…”
“You needed it…”
“Oh god…yes…I did, babe…”
“He made you come in that pool…”
My fingers dug into her hips. I couldn’t take the slow tease of her pussy any longer. I needed to fuck. I needed to fuck my wife hard just like Tony had.
“Twice, babe. He turned me around and leaned me over the edge and kept fucking me from behind…god it was good…”
“Fuck…dammit Dana…”
My hips jacked up off the bed. I pounded up into her as hard as she slammed down onto me.
“Fuck me babe…I need you…”
“Ahh…Dana…”
“I was such a good slut for you tonight…”
“You wanted that dick… You did it because you needed it…”
“Yes….yes…Yes!”
Dana rode me so hard she was a blur above me, all bouncing tits and crazy hair and cries and moans when she came. Her cries of ecstasy got too loud, and I clamped my hand over her mouth, afraid the kids might hear. We have a nice house, but it isn’t that big. Her muffled cries were oddly hotter to me, and I shook and lost it. Dana still bounced on my rod as my load jetted up inside her. I jammed her down on me and held her still so I could finish and not have to worry about her snapping my penis as it went soft. Her body stopped, but her wet sheath pulsed around me, drawing every last drop out of me. It felt like her pussy was greedy for my come.
It struck me like a bolt from the blue that I was probably adding my load to Tony’s. I didn’t see him condom-up in the video and he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who’d pull out unless he wanted to come all over a married woman’s face. Thinking that he’d come inside my wife sent a fresh surge of heat through me that made my just-spent balls tingle.
My reaction was confusing because I’d always insisted on condom usage, and Dana and I had fought on the occasions she got too carried away to remember them. But here I was, years later, excited that Dana may have let a virtual stranger come inside her. I’d lost my mind.
Dana slipped off me and snuggled into my side, pulling my arm around her. Reconnecting was always my favorite part of our adventures, and it didn’t feel right when we didn’t do it. Dana saw it as a sign that we were still okay and having her back in my arms — back in my bed — meant that she was truly mine. Other men could have her body, but her heart belonged to me. We spent a long time in the quiet, just being with each other.
“Tony was fun, but it’s good to be home,” Dana sighed, kissing my chest.
“Was it as good as you remember?”
“Hard to say. It’s always different with different guys, but Tony was great. I really enjoyed him.”
“I could tell.” I chuckled.
“Are you still good with it?”
I really laughed at that. “Couldn’t you tell?”
“I know it makes you hot, baby. But it’s been a long time. You could feel differently about watching me now.”
“Nope. Still loved it just as much. Maybe even more because it’s been so long. Camera angle could have been better…”
“Hey! I’m out of practice.”
“Not from what I saw. You took him like a pro.”
“Very funny.”
“Really, it was great. Thank you, Dana.”
She laughed that time. “I didn’t do it just for you. I love that you like it, but I do it because of what I get out of it.”
“I know, but I’m still a lucky man that I have a wife who’s into fulfilling my wildest fantasies, so thank you.”
“Well, you’re welcome. I don’t know that I’m back to it full-time, but tonight was pretty awesome.”
I had no doubt that Dana had the bug again, but I didn’t press it. It was better to let her work through that on her own. But I did need to bring up the one thing.
“Tony didn’t wear a condom, did he?”
I felt Dana tense and exhale.
“I’m sorry, baby. We were in the pool, and everything was rolling, and I really am out of practice. We hadn’t gone over the rules again, so I just didn’t think about it. Tony was fingering me, and I was so hot it just felt right to let him slip it in. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay, Dana. I’m not angry, and I don’t know why. But if this is going to be a thing again, we need to figure out how to keep you safe.”
“I can make Tony get tested before next time.”
“Next time?”
“He gave me his number. It would be a shame to not use it — if I’m in the mood again.”
“You truly are the best, sluttiest wife. I love you so much, Dana.”
“Love you too, baby.”
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