Bet on a Date

The week after my wife's date with Dave went by in a haze. We went about like nothing had happened, doing our usual daily routines. We even had sex a few times. The foreplay was a little shorter than usual and my wife was a little less reactive to me fucking her than she usually was. She did disappear into our room alone a few times when she thought I was distracted. I listened at the door one of the times and heard her vibrator going, an activity we usually did together.

Friday came around and I decided I had to say something, especially since she had said she was going out with Dave again this weekend but hadn't offered anything more. We were sitting in the living room, both of us having just gotten off work, "So uh, what are your plans this weekend?" She was flipping through some app on her phone and didn't look up, "You mean with Dave?" My stomach turned a little, that was the first time either of us had mentioned him since the previous weekend. "Yea" I answered quietly. She put her phone down, "I don't know, he said he would call me but hasn't yet." She looked over at me, "Are you still ok with that?" I held her gaze for a second then looked away. I had been asking myself that question all week while also trying not to think about any of it. I still didn't know the answer and it was all about to happen again.

"I don't know" I said after a while, voicing the thoughts running through my head. "I mean you seemed like you had a really good time and I don't want to just say no. But things have been really weird this week." "Yea..." she answered. She didn't offer anything more so I continued, "Well what do you want to do?" She looked down, worrying her hands. It took her a bit to answer but she finally began, "I didn't hate it..." she started lamely, I rolled my eyes, she laughed a little. " I mean it was nice but yea, things have gotten weird between us and I don't want that. I don't want you to feel weird or bad about any of it or think that I suddenly don't want you. And if you're unhappy we can just kill it right now before anything else happens."

Hearing her say that did make me feel better and also a little embarrassed about how much I had avoided her during the week. And I was a little surprised by what came out of my mouth next, "I uh...I, you know...like, it was... I mean it wasn't the worst." By the look on her face she was also surprised by me saying that. Finding my courage I continued, "Look, that was the most excited I've seen you in a while. And let's be honest I was pretty turned on when you were talking after you came back. I think we need to lay some ground rules and expectations but I'm not totally opposed to you doing it again if you want to."

She took in what I said and then sat there for a while, mouth scrunched up and brow furrowed, clearly thinking it all over. "Ok" She said at last "I do want to do it again, it was exciting and wild and you're right, I haven't felt like that in forever." "Ouch" I said half jokingly. "No, I didn't mean it like that." She replied quickly, giving me a look meant to comfort and chide me at the same time. "I just mean that it was exciting doing it and knowing that you were here waiting for me and then even more exciting once I got back and told you everything. I definitely don't want another week like the one we just had but if we're both on board now and it's less of a surprise like it was the first time I think we could enjoy it more." "I think you enjoyed the big cock more." I teased, throwing a couch pillow at her. She laughed and threw it back, "Maybe".

"Ok, so how should we handle this? I don't know that I want this to be an every weekend thing." I said steering the conversation back to the actual issue. "Agreed." My wife answered. "Maybe, once a month or every couple of months?" That suggestion seemed agreeable to me and I said as much. As soon as we had hammered out the basics her phone rang, speak of the devil, it was Dave.

My wife excused herself into the other room and took the call. After several minutes she came back to the living room. "He wants to pick me up tonight in a few hours to go out again." She said sitting back down, answering the questioning look on my face. I paused, then asked "Ok, what did you say?". "I said sure. He also asked if we could skip dinner this time and go straight to the "fun" as he put it." my wife replied, giving air quotes and smiling while rolling her eyes. I chuckled a little, "I'll bet." "So you're sure you're ok with this?" She asked again. I hesitated a moment before looking back at her, my mind made up. "Yea, go and have a good time. Let's see where this all goes." With that she smiled, came over to me, gave me a quick kiss and then disappeared into our room to get ready.

I left her alone for the next two hours as she got ready. As I sat in our living room my mind was racing yet again with everything she had told me from last weekend mixed with everything I was imagining could happen tonight. Finally at about a quarter to eight my wife reappeared, now ready for her evening out. She came in in a tight short black sleeveless dress that also had a generous plunge in the front showing off her cleavage. I whistled in approval. She blushed, "Stop, you really think it looks good?" "Think it looks good?" I looked at her incredulously, "I think he'll be trying to rip that dress off you before you get wherever you're going." The honk of Dave's truck sounded outside. "Man, really speak of the devil" I said out loud this time, laughing.

My wife chuckled too, "I guess that's my queue." she said, a little nervous. "I'll see you when I get back I guess." she said this as she came over and kissed me again. "See you when you get home." I replied as she moved over to the front door, grabbed her purse and coat, and then headed out.

I gave her about a minute to get to the truck and get in before moving over to the window and peaking out. I was a little surprised to see Dave's truck still sitting there with the lights off. My wife had gotten in and they were clearly talking. Both seemed in a good mood, laughing a little. Then Dave leaned over and put his arm around her and brought his head down and locked my wife in a kiss. It had been one thing to just hear about them interacting, it was quite another seeing them doing anything, even something as basic as a kiss.

They continued kissing for a few seconds before breaking apart. Dave said something to my wife and then repositioned a little. My wife looked down and then playfully hit him on the shoulder. It seemed Dave insisted a little more on whatever he had said and she quickly glanced back at our house. I had just moved the curtains a little so she probably couldn't see me peeking out. After a moment more of considering she smiled again and then dropped her head down below the dash right into Dave's lap.

If I was surprised by the kissing this move nearly made me stumble backwards. My wife was clearly blowing my friend in our driveway. Now, it was dark out and you'd have to be checking out the truck to notice someone was inside, but from my viewpoint I could see Dave lean his head back, close his eyes, and put his left hand on the back of my wife's head as she bobbed up and down. After about a minute my body started to react to what I was seeing. My erection grew as I stood there peering out the window like a reverse peeping tom. I absently started rubbing my hard on through my jeans, the sensation causing my heart to race even faster as I looked on.

My wife kept up the blow job for several minutes. I only occasionally saw her head come above the dash, my only indication of where she was most of the time was Dave's hand bobbing up and down with her movements. Finally after what must have been nearly five minutes Dave's hand stopped moving and he tensed up. He was cumming in my wife's mouth. He held her down for several seconds as he pumped, only releasing his grip on her hair once he was completely finished.

As soon as Dave released my wife she popped back into view, smiling, mouth closed. She used her right hand to clean up around her mouth. Then in the third surprise of the night she stuck her tongue out and licked her fingers where she had gathered the remainder of his cum. She then made a show of swallowing it all down before leaning over and kissing him. My wife's performance now done Dave started up his truck and backed out of the driveway. I was left alone once again, this time with an aching erection.

***

Three hours later the glare of headlights washed across our bedroom window. I had again taken up my post on our bed waiting for my wife to come home. Surprisingly, within seconds I heard a truck door open and shut followed by more movement of lights and then an engine accelerating as Dave pulled away. Apparently there was to be no final performance in our driveway unlike the previous date.

A few seconds later the front door opened, some shuffling noises, and then the hall light came on just like the last time. This was quickly followed by footsteps and then our bedroom door opening. My wife stood there silhouetted by the light from the hall, "Oh good, you're up" she said, advancing across the room. "I just had the best night of sex." I winced a little, I knew she was just excited and wanted to tell me all about her evening, but it still hurt a little hearing her say "best". I tried not to show it in my voice, "Oh yea?" I said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as I could.

Guess I'm a good actor as she went right in without missing a beat. "Oh my god yes! Dave was true to his word, we skipped all the dating foreplay and went straight back to that park from last time." She sat on the bed next to me and bent over to take her shoes off, kicking them toward the closet. She then stood back up and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor, and stepped out of it.

This time around I made sure to give her a once over before we got any further and as soon as she turned to face me I saw that her tits were covered in dry cum so this wasn't the first time tonight that that dress had come off. "Straight to it huh?" I asked, eyeing the rest of her, it didn't look like Dave had come anywhere else on her.

"Yea, I mean he was a little more prepared this time. He brought a couple of blankets and pillows and we laid in the bed of the truck instead of trying to do everything again on the bench seat in the truck." She left her underwear on but bent down in front of me, resting on her knees. "How nice of him." I replied, unsure what she was doing. Mystery quickly solved as she reached for my pants, undid my fly, and fished out my cock.

She immediately set to work jerking me off, occasionally licking to provide lubrication. Chuckling at my comment she continued while holding my rapidly stiffening dick. "Yes. So we got to the park and stayed in the front seat for a little while making out, a little groping over the clothes, you know teenager stuff." She paused after that and moved her head down to my lap, taking my now fully hard dick into her mouth. She moved up and down my shaft for several seconds, keeping hold at the base, she then popped me back out and continued talking while resuming the hand job.

"Once we were both worked up enough to want clothes off he stopped me and told me about the set up in the truck bed. We got out and he pulled all the bedding out of the back seat then dropped the tailgate and set everything up. We started kissing again as we undressed. With our clothes finally off we stopped for a moment to look at each other naked for the first time."

Another pause as my wife moved her mouth back to my erection. Several more pumps in her mouth and I popped out again, back to her hand and the story. "Dave actually has a pretty nice body, not super cut or anything but in shape." I let out a "mhmm", trying to focus on her story and the sloppy hand job I was getting at the same time.

"After a few compliments and him telling me how sexy I looked he laid me down in the bed of his truck and started kissing all over my body, paying extra attention to my breasts. He took time to suck on each nipple slowly, almost teasing them as they became stiff. The breeze, as we were outside, was just enough that I could feel it on each nipple as he would pull them out of his mouth, still wet. God he probably stayed on my tits for a good ten minutes just back and forth licking and sucking, almost like a massage."

Lost in her own story she had picked up the pace on my cock and was pumping me fairly aggressively. I reached out and gave her arm a quick squeeze, getting her attention and letting her know I was getting close. "Oh, sorry honey." She laughed and released my dick, now throbbing as it stood at attention. "Got myself all distracted." She bent forward and kissed the head of my dick, "Not yet you" she said playfully.

No longer giving me a hand job she climbed into bed and flopped down on her side. She then reached down, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her thong and pushed it off. She held it over the edge of the bed and dropped it on the floor. "There..." she said stretching out fully, "now where was I." "Getting your tits licked." I offered. "Oh yea." She said smiling.

"I was just laying there letting Dave lick all over my tits, staring up at the night sky. The parking lot was dark and surrounded by trees so I could see all the stars, it was like something in a movie. When he finally stopped sucking, both my nipples were rock hard, and my pussy was aching. As if reading my mind he smiled up at me and then started kissing down my chest, over my stomach, and landed right on my clit." My wife's fingers were following along with her story, they had started on her nipples, teasing them, and progressed downward until, just like Dave's mouth, they found her clit. Having come down from the edge myself I also started playing with my cock.

"As soon as his lips found my sex it was like a lighting bolt hit me. His tongue eagerly diving down my wet slit to my hole and then coming back up again to brush across my clit. Over and over he kept lapping at me like a dog. I grabbed at my tits and played with my nipples, keeping them hard. I swear I started bucking my hips to meet his tongue each time he finished an up stroke. I was panting and whining like crazy as he drove me wild with his mouth. At one point he even shoved his tongue in my sopping hole, fucking me with it, and licking up all the juices pouring out of me." My wife now had two fingers buried between her legs working herself up to yet another orgasm as she recounted her evening.

"He worked my pussy for ages before finally burying his fingers in me and focusing his licking on my clit. I was so fucking ready to cum that I didn't last thirty seconds with his fingers pumping me. I grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face against my clit and exploded. I came so fucking hard baby, just waves and waves as his fingers kept moving inside me and his mouth sucked on me." Having timed her own efforts in our bed with the story my wife came again. This newest one seemingly much less powerful than the one she had just told me about as she only froze for a moment before removing her fingers and lazily stroking up and down her slit.

I also released my grip on my aching cock as I had again worked myself up to almost cumming. I didn't want to release before the story was done and have to sit there and listen to more of my wife's evening with a clear head.

She was quiet for a few minutes as she continued to stimulate herself, I was about to prod her for more but she started talking before I had to. "When I finally came down I released Dave and fell back onto the pillows he had laid out. He barely gave me any time to recover before he came up from between my legs and started making out with me. I just laid there kissing him back as best I could while still trying to catch my breath. After a bit he began rubbing his hands up and down my body, feeling my breasts and thighs and trying to get at my ass as best he could." My wife giggled a little remembering that last bit, apparently Dave trying to force his hands under her and squeeze her ass must have been a slightly humorous moment.

"He let me recover for a few minutes as we kissed, never asking me to move, he did all the groping. When I finally recovered enough to interact more I put my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. He took that as his queue and pulled his knees forward, lining himself up with me. He pulled back then, lining up the head of his cock with my hole, and we looked at each other as he slowly sank himself into me. God it was even better than the first time, feeling him slowly sink into me as we stared at each other. I felt every inch as it slid in, his girth stretching me. When he finally pushed that last inch in he brought his mouth back to mine and we started to kiss slowly as he began to move."

My wife was still slowly stroking her sex with her right hand as her left took turns stroking each nipple, oblivious to the dried cum flaking off as her hand moved across her chest. "He started off slow, pulling almost completely out before sinking all eight inches back into me. He kept that pace as we kissed, my arms and legs wrapped around him, rhythmically filling me over and over. It was heaven feeling him inside me, I just wanted to be fucked like that forever." She let out a sigh as she continued playing with herself, eyes closed, lost in the memory.

"Dave eventually broke the kiss and dropped his head to my breasts and started sucking them as he continued to pump in me. I laid head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of my nipples being sucked while being fucked. We fucked for a good ten minutes that way, he kept up the same slow deliberate movements as he played with my tits in him mouth. Eventually my pussy started tingling again letting me know I was ready for another orgasm. So, I pulled him off my tits, back to my face, and whispered for him to fuck me."

My wife repositioned on the bed, turning to face me, she put her hand on my arm and with a little tug indicated that I should lay down. Obliging, I scooted up to be fully in the bed and put my head on the pillow. She then moved her hand down between my legs and found my cock again. As she started to pump my erection she moved in and kissed me. "You wanna cum?" She asked me. Even though I had been trying not to, I just couldn't resist with her so close to me, touching me, I nodded my head. She pulled her hand away, brought it to her mouth, licked it, and then returned it to my aching shaft. Quickly coating my dick in her spit, I tensed ready to cum. She felt me tighten up and pulled herself closer to me, lining me up with her own sex. Within seconds I was cumming, it shot out and landed directly on her, coating her pussy. She pumped me a little more as I finished, making sure to get everything from me.

I laid there dazed for a moment when I felt her move again. My wife slid down between my legs and brought her mouth to my cock and swallowed me whole. I bucked instantly, the sensation too intense for me to handle, I had just cum and my wife was blowing me. I went crazy as she kept hold of me, forcing me to stay in her mouth. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't think straight through the intense pleasure. Mercifully she only sucked on me for a few seconds before popping my erection out. Somewhat less mercifully she continued her efforts with her hand, albeit at a slower pace, I kept squirming. "You want to hear the rest?" she asked, fingers slowly stroking me, I managed a consenting grunt. She laughed. She didn't start talking again but, shifting in the bed, swung her leg over me and straddled me. lining up my still hard cock with her sex she came down on me, impaling herself. "There, much better, now we can keep going." she said as she began to move slowly.