“You couldn’t do this in the bar?” It was an effort to keep my voice steady. I didn’t want him to know just how I was feeling yet. I didn’t want to seem too easy.
“You don’t mind if people watch, Dani?” Zach lightly bit my earlobe.
Swoon!
“It can be fun to be a spectacle, don’t you think?”
“Sure, under the right circumstances.”
I spun in his arms and mashed my lips to his, flicking my tongue into his mouth. I couldn’t take it any longer. If I had let him keep kissing my neck like that I would have melted into a puddle right there on the deck, though I thought that was going to happen anyway. Zach was a very good kisser. He teased back at my tongue with his and his fingers raked through the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging ever so slightly, keeping me in the kiss. I took it as a sign of control and my soft moan let Zach know I liked it. That moan teased him that maybe I like it a little rough. I’ll admit I was hazy, but I’m pretty sure that kiss lasted all night. His hands explored my body with intent—never pushing under my clothes, but mapping my curves and memorizing my reactions to his touch. He gave me a taste of what his touch would be like with no clothes in the way, and it had me wanting more.
We were both breathless when that kiss broke. Maybe it didn’t last all night, but long enough for my husband to have come out onto the deck and smoke a cigarette. Dave does not smoke, but I guess he needed an excuse to hang out there, other than being a voyeur. I caught his approving smile over Zach’s shoulder and I pulled my young lover back into another hot kiss, teasing his lips with the tip of my tongue before they met mine. It was a tease meant for my husband, not Zach. When I pushed a hand between us and fondled Zach’s package through his shorts, that was for both of them. I felt Zach getting as hard as I’m sure Dave already was.
“What do you say we get out of here after this drink?” Zach breathlessly suggested.
My eyes flicked to Dave before I answered. Yes, this was what he wanted. “That’s a great idea.”
Zach held my hand and it steadied me as we walked back inside the bar. I was further under the influence of the hash oil now and I swayed slightly in my sandals. I felt the music inside play over my skin and seep into my body, leaving me bright and happy. Josh sat at the bar waiting for us, and he clearly was not as happy as me.
“You guys have fun out there?” he asked.
“Yeah. Dani just wanted a little more fresh air,” Zach replied. He seemed not to notice his roommate’s annoyance.
The friends’ competitiveness seemed fun in my playful state and I wanted to enjoy it. I put my arms around Josh’s neck and a quick turn proved how high I was, as I ended up giggling in his lap. “We missed you out there,” I said, leaning in to kiss his cheek. My tongue may have flickered over his earlobe before I pulled back. It had been so long since I’d been such a shameless tease.
“You’re here now and that’s good,” Josh replied, wrapping his arms around me. He hoped I was still in play.
“Life is good,” I declared and returned to my own barstool.
I slowly sipped my final beer while the boys raced through theirs. I did not need to be any more altered than I already was. Dave had come back into the bar and resumed his place across from us. I felt him watching us and sensed he was just as eager to move things along as the boys were. It was interesting to be surrounded by men who couldn’t wait to get my clothes off.
Zach made a show of draining his beer and asked if I was ready to get going. The good thing about being stoned was that it smoothed out any nerves I might have had about going home with two guys I barely knew. I smiled and nodded, but told them I had to run to the ladies room first. What I really wanted to do was get a hold of my husband before I went through with anything. I texted Dave from the stall.
-they want me to leave with them
-that’s hot. Do you want to go?
-yes. I’m having a good time
-going home with TWO guys. You’re getting pretty wild babe
-you think I’m going to be with both of them?
Somehow I just knew his mind would go there.
-who knows what will happen at their place
His utter lack of jealousy irked me. I guess the woman in me wanted him to be somewhat possessive in that moment. He seemed completely okay with me fucking two guys. Was Dave willing to just pass me around at a gangbang, too? I still didn’t know how
I
felt about having a threesome with Zach and Josh, but now I was tempted to do it just to provoke a reaction from my husband.
-I guess we’re going to find out
J
-I can’t wait to hear all about it!
And just like that, my husband sent me off to have sex with another man. Maybe two. He would love to hear about that, too. I pushed out of the stall and checked my hair and reapplied my makeup in the mirror. I couldn’t help rubbing my thumb over the crease left in the space usually occupied by my wedding ring. It was safely at home in my jewelry box. Satisfied with the touch up to my look, I squared my shoulders, pushed out my boobs, and headed out to see what the night has in-store. Both Zach and Josh looked happy to see me return—maybe they thought I snuck out the back. And there was Dave, watching from his perch across the bar. If he had an anxiety that he was sending his wife off with two strange men it didn’t show. No, my husband looked like a man who was ready to come any second.
I held out my arms and announced, “Let’s go, guys.”
The first light of dawn on the horizon is turning blackness into inky, deep blue when I pull into the driveway. Part of me wishes I was still stoned. I’m not sure I want to face this with a clear head. The high has left me sleepy and part of me wishes I could just crawl into bed and go to sleep. I hope none of our neighbors are awake so early on a Sunday morning to see me doing the walk of shame from the car to the front door. If they are watching, they may notice the extra bounce in my step. My bra is in my purse, along with the thong I’d been wearing when I left the house the night before. The house is dark when I close the door behind me, and silent but for the beep warning me the alarm had not been set the night before. The kids were with their grandparents. I’m glad we’d sent them there instead of having Alyssa babysit here. The plan had not been for Dave to come home alone, but he did and she would have been curious about that. One word to her mother and tongues would be wagging all over the church. I’d sent Dave a text sometime around three telling him not to wait for me at the car, that I would meet him at home.
I make a quick stop in the office to grab my laptop and go upstairs to face the music. I am surprised to find Dave awake, although I know I shouldn’t be. How could he really sleep under these circumstances? But it meant that he had been up for hours and hours. I didn’t think he would stay up all night, but then I’m sure he expected me long before dawn. He looks at me expectantly. I know he’s looking for signs of what I’ve been doing. They are there, but I don’t know if he can see them by the illumination of the bedside lamp. He must see the way my nipples point like beacons through the thin material of my t-shirt. Suddenly, I don’t know what to say.
“You must have been having fun. It’s almost morning,” he says. There’s an edge in his voice for sure.
“Sorry, I was exhausted. I couldn’t help falling asleep for a bit. I got out of there as quickly as I could.” It is the truth. I barely took the time to pull myself together and had hoped not to encounter anyone on the short walk from the guys’ place to my car.
“It’s okay. We wanted you to have a good time. That’s the whole point, isn’t it?”
“It’s not the
whole
point. I want you to have fun, too. This isn’t just about me going out and…”
I could not bring myself to finish that thought.
“And did you?” Dave works hard to keep his tone neutral and it pisses me off. I need to know what he’s feeling. Is he excited that his wife went out and slutted it up all night or is he suffering from buyer’s remorse? I wish I could be sure of what to expect before I answer. But however he feels, I don’t regret anything I did tonight. I am not ashamed.
A smile quirks my lips and I answer, “I did. I did
a lot
.”
Dave doesn’t react and I realize he’s just torturing me. Finally, he smiles and throws back the sheets. I see he is fully aroused, his cock pointing out like an accusing finger. He breaks into a smile to match mine and says, “Christ, Dana, you’re so fucking sexy. Tell me all about it.”
“I can do better than that.”
I place my purse on the dresser, taking out the fake car remote, and sit beside him on the bed. He notices the laptop for the first time and looks confused when I open it on my lap. “I have a little surprise,” I inform my husband. I hope he’s ready for the reality of seeing everything I did tonight. The remote easily pulls apart and the end fits into a USB port. A window pops up, displaying two video files.
“What is this, babe?”
“I felt bad that you would be left out, so I thought it would be fun to bring you into the room with us. But only if you really want to see it.”
“Give me that thing!”
Dave takes the laptop from me, carefully avoiding his dick. He clicks open the first file and after a dark blur—me walking away from the camera—the boys’ living room comes into view. The tiny HD camera gives a clear view and the room is well-lit, by an overhead fixture and a stand lamp beside the couch. It’s a small space, with a well-worn L-shaped sectional covering the short front wall and the longer side. Opposite that are steps that lead up to two bedrooms and the bathroom, and that was where I placed my purse and fake set of keys. I had practiced pointing the camera before that night and I hoped I had the right angle down. It was perfect. As my back retreated from the camera, we could see Zach sitting on the long part of the L and part of Josh sitting on the short side. It’s very strange watching myself and I don’t know if I like it. I sit next to Zach, tucking my legs underneath me, and ask, “Weren’t you going to play the guitar for me?”
“Really, he trotted that old chestnut out?” Dave asks with a chuckle. “And you fell for it?”
“You know a girl loves a guy who plays guitar. Besides, I needed some excuse to go back to their place,” I answer.
Our attention is returned to the video and I reach over to stroke Dave’s cock.
“If that’s what you want,” Zach replies. I remember thinking that he didn’t want to waste any time before getting my clothes off. But if playing for me was going to get my panties off, he was going to do it. He jumps up and returns with his guitar. Watching myself I recall that I only asked him about the guitar because I didn’t want to seem like too much of a slut and just go upstairs with him. I can see the hunger on my face as Zach strums experimentally before breaking into a Dave Matthews Band tune. I can’t stay removed while watching myself with the boys on screen. I am pulled right back there with them, just a few hours earlier…
* * *
I didn’t know if Zach thought playing a song from my “youth” would impress me or if he was into DMB because he’s a stoner, but either way there’s truth to the stereotype that a guy with a guitar turns women on. I walked into that rowhome wanting to screw Zach, but watching him play guitar and sing only made it stronger. I was ready to rip his clothes off right there and probably would have if Josh weren’t with us. What was the game plan here? I remember sitting there feeling very odd. The hash oil had fully kicked in by then, settling into a full body high that had me giggly and flirtier than I could ever remember being. I’d hung on both guys on the short walk back to their place. And sitting there, knowing what I was prepared to do, I could feel nerves trying to push through, but they could not penetrate the fog of my high. It was almost an out of body experience where my body was on autopilot and I was just a spectator.
Zach finished the song and gave me a look that said:
well?
“You’re good on those strings,” I complimented.
He waggled his fingers. “These hands are good at lots of things.”
“I’m sure they are,” I agreed.
The mood shifted in a heartbeat. The room was filled with tension, but maybe I was the only one who felt it. It was like we all knew what I was there for, but we were waiting for it to begin. Josh’s presence was heavy on my left. I felt he was the only thing holding me back. I wanted to be alone with Zach, but didn’t want to be mean. Zach had to sense that, but he made no move to get his roommate out of there. And it couldn’t be that he was too shy to ask me up to his room. There was nothing shy about Zach. And that brought me back to the boy’s real intentions. Was I on the menu for both of them? I was so high and horny that I began to think that could be really fun.
I took Zach’s hands and fingered his calluses. “Did it hurt getting these?”
“Only in the beginning, but I’m willing to suffer for my art.”
“Poor baby.” I kissed each of his fingertips, flicking my tongue over them when I started on his left hand.
“You’ve got some talents, too.”
“You think so?” I giggled.
“I might need more of a demonstration.”
My tongue flashed out across the tip of his finger and then traced up and down it. My eyes never left his. Josh was gone from my mind. He might as well have left. Zach pressed two fingers to my lips and I hungrily sucked them. He gasped, and I would have smiled if my mouth hadn’t been busy. He deftly slipped free of the guitar and dropped it to the floor with a twangy thump. His free hand gripped the back of my neck, drawing me in and we kissed. I turned in a fluid motion, straddling him. I raked my fingers through his short hair, holding him as I aggressively pressed the kiss down toward him. He pulled at my skirt until it was over my ass—a short journey in that position. I thought about that secret camera on the stairs and thought my husband would have a great view of my ass in its little thong. Zach palmed both my cheeks and pulled me into him while grinding up at me. It was like we were trying to climb inside each other.
We broke contact long enough for Zach to whip the t-shirt over my head and then my tongue was right back in his mouth. God, he was a hot kisser and I could have done that all night—if I didn’t need more. I kissed down his jawline and began feasting on his neck. Zach dropped his head back against the couch and gasped. I was probably living up to every cougar stereotype by climbing all over him, but I didn’t care. His hands were everywhere, stroking my bare legs, running up my back, and holding my face. He tried to get at my boobs, but it was awkward in that position. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he pushed me back and started kissing my chest above the low, lacy line of my black bra. I held onto the back of the couch with both hands and let him have his fun.
Zach pulled the straps from my shoulders and peeled the cups down until my nipples just peeked out. He lashed them with his tongue and I whimpered. I don’t know why, but the sensitivity in my breasts has only improved with age. When he brushed his lips across them I moaned his name. The teasing was torture. I wanted to be bared to him completely and reached back and unhooked my bra, which was dropped to the couch.
My tits filled his hands and Zach went back and forth, sucking and licking my nipples. I writhed on his lap and moaned his name almost constantly. Being stoned seemed to take the pleasure coursing through my body to the next level and my pussy was aflame while my body pulsed with need. Zach could have ripped my panties aside and just thrust into me. I was more than ready. But he was really enjoying my breasts. It was almost too intense and I a little relieved when he stopped and turned me around to lie back on the couch.
I saw Josh and remembered he was there. Dave was not the only voyeur in the room. It was really weird to have him just sit there and watch us, but nothing was going to stop me at that point. Josh looked like he was barely holding back. Why was he? What was the dynamic between these roommates?
Zach hovered over me and I leaned to up kiss him, but then he was moving again, sliding down my body and pulling my thong off. The skirt is around my waist again and might as well not even be there as it’s the only stitch of clothing still on my body. This is more exposed than I’ve been with any of the other men and I thank god I’m high so I don’t obsess on how I look. Zach certainly likes what he sees. He takes a long look at my prone body and then dives in, pushing my legs wide apart and sliding the tip of his tongue up my dripping slit. That tongue presses deeper at the top, seeks my clit, and I arch my back off the couch as I cry out.
“Oh God! Zach!” I shout. I didn’t come instantly, but just about, and once again I’m feeling out of my body as the orgasm tosses my stoned brain. Coming while high on hash oil consumes me from head to toe. It’s not
just
an orgasm, it possesses me and tosses me around like a rag doll. My shattering climax is going to look great on video for my husband.
Zach is relentless. My orgasm doesn’t slow him down for a second and his tongue and lips are busy on my pussy—licking, flicking, sucking, exploring me. A second orgasm comes on the heels of the first and I’m screaming again. God, I am fully out of control. Maybe Zach is the best guy at oral on the planet, or maybe I’m just in the perfect moment. He’s slurping down between my legs and I’m thrashing like I need an exorcism. I’m not generally difficult to get off, that was insane! I have to slow him down or I just might pass out. I weakly try to push him back, but he’s having none of it. I look to Josh, but he’s not going to help. He looks ready to pounce any second. Am I going to be his next? And then I look over the where the camera sits on the steps. I imagine I am looking straight into my husband’s eyes and I think,
IS this it? Is this what you wanted, Dave? Zach has made me his and he’s going to fuck me silly tonight. I hope you enjoy the show!
I finally push Zach back and plead, “Stop, Zach.” I can barely catch my breath to get the words out. “Just fuck me. Fuck me now.”
After digging in the pocket of his shorts, Zach drops them and his boxers. There’s a condom in his hand and he slips it on with practiced ease. Thank God he’s responsible, because I was so far gone I wasn’t even thinking about it. I had condoms in my purse, but that was out of reach. He puts my right leg over his shoulder, pushes the other to the side, and shoves himself inside me. I stare up at him like he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. His cock is full and thick and fills me completely. It feels like he was designed to fit me perfectly. I’m sure being high and horny was the cause of those feelings, but in the moment I didn’t feel that. I just felt that I needed Zach to fuck me. I think I begged him with those exact words, and thrust myself at him. He has a firm grip on my raised leg and it lets him easily drive that wonderful cock in and out of me.
This is it, Dave! He’s fucking me! Zach is fucking me silly and I love it! I’m being the little slut you wanted! Your wife is a horny little slut!
My head is twisted and I stare at the camera while I project those thought to my husband, knowing he’ll soon be watching this. “Fuck me! Oh, fuck me Zach!” I cried. I want this to be perfect for my husband.