Date Night - Part 3

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It was date night and your wife had been in the bedroom for well over an hour. You'd spent most of that time thinking about her, about what she was going to wear, about whether or not she planned on hooking up with someone else that night, as she'd done on the two previous date nights.

Eventually, your curiosity got the best of you and you went to check on her. You saw her standing in front of the floor length mirror that hangs on the back of the closet door. She wore a black bra, panty, and garter set and she was in the midst of pulling a sheer stocking up her left leg.

You stepped into the bedroom and your wife turned to you with a smile as she gathered the second stocking in her hand. "What do you think?" she asked before lifting her right foot and stepping into the sheer nylon.

You watched your wife complete her outfit as the stocking slowly moved up her leg, encasing it in the sexy sheer material. "You look...you look so hot."

She put her hands on her hips and looked at herself in the mirror. She turned from side to side, smiled - it seemed that she agreed with your assessment - and then turned towards you and quickly closed the distance between you.

Her lingerie-clad body pressed against yours and you happily ran your hands down her back and cupped her perfect ass. "Good enough to fuck?" she asked.

"Yes, very much so," you replied as your cock stirred to life at the mere mention of fucking her. If she wanted to skip date night in favor of climbing into bed, you were more than happy to do so.

She leaned in and kissed your neck. Her lips felt soft and warm against your skin and when she reached between your legs, your wife found your half erect cock and moaned.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.

"Yes," you replied.

She moaned again as your cock reached an erect state. She held proof of your desire in her hand, and yet she made no move to unzip you, to free you, to initiate the sex you were now fantasizing about.

"Do you think the guy from last week will feel the same way when he sees me in this lingerie?" she asked.

You stepped back. Your wife's hand fell away from your crotch and she smiled before turning away from you and stepping into a pair of strappy three inch heels that sat in front of the mirror.

"Wait, what's going on?" you asked.

"The guy from last week - his name is Victor - texted me. He wants to see me again. He said I gave him the best orgasm he's had in years," she answered with a smile so big and bright that it was obvious she found great joy in the fact that she'd been responsible for giving another man a memorable orgasm.

"And he...he wants to fuck you?" you asked as thoughts of watching your wife's head bob up and down in another man's lap filled your head.

She approached you once more, this time stepping behind you. She kissed the back of your neck as her hands moved over your chest and between your legs. "Well, he didn't come right out and say so. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to get another blowjob. But...well, I was thinking it would be fun to do more than that."

She unzipped your pants and freed your cock. You were hard as a rock. "It feels like you agree with me. It feels like you'd enjoy me fucking him, too."

"Where would you do it?" you asked as thoughts of her fucking someone else in that lingerie set danced through your head. "In the car?"

"No," she said. "A hotel room. He already booked it, in fact."

She wasn't asking permission. She was telling you how date night was going to go. She'd already decided she was going to fuck someone else, that she was going to progress things way beyond a blowjob. Your dick throbbed in her hand as the realization sank in.

"Why a hotel room?" you asked. "Why not his place?"

"He's in town on business," she explained. "He's leaving on Monday. He wants me before he leaves. He said he wants to spend the night with me."

He might not have come right out and said he wanted to fuck your wife, but if he told her he wants her to spend the night, he was being perfectly clear.

You were excited, but there was a touch of anxiety alongside that excitement. "Is that what you want? To spend the night with him?"

She smiled and nodded. Then, to your delight, she sank to her knees in front of you. She leaned closer and kissed the head of your cock. She took it in her mouth, closed her eyes, and swirled her tongue around the tip.

"I'm excited," she said. "I've been excited all week. I've been thinking about last Saturday, about fooling around with Victor in the bar, about rushing out to the car knowing full well that I was going to see and touch his cock. I've been thinking about blowing him, about how turned on I was with his cock in my mouth, about how wet I got - you know how wet I got - doing it, about how good it felt when I made him cum."

You could see the intense lust in her eyes. You felt it, too. You hadn't talked about her date night dalliance all week, but it had been on your mind just like it had clearly been on her mind.

"When he messaged me yesterday, when he asked me to come to his hotel room tonight, I got so wet," she explained. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since."

She took your cock in her mouth again, and this time she sucked with passion, engulfing you in a world of intense pleasure as your mind raced with thoughts of your wife spending the night in another man's bed, in his arms, in a haze of lust that would no doubt result in his cock enjoying her pussy multiple times.

"Are you really going to spend the night with him?" you asked.

She took most of your cock in her mouth, held it there for a few moments, and then slowly pulled back until you departed her mouth with an audible pop. "If you're okay with it," she said. "I know it would be different from the past two weeks, that you'd have to wait much longer before you had me, but yes, I want to spend the night with him. He'll be gone on Monday and I'll never see him again, after all. I don't have to, though. I could just fuck him once and come home to you."

"Okay," you said. "You can do it. You can go to his hotel room. You can fuck him. You can spend the night with him."

She treated you to the pleasure of her mouth once more, sucking lustily on your cock and luring you deeper into a place of intense arousal, all while you thought about her doing the same thing for another man.

"Will you suck him like this?" you asked. "Will you strip down to that sexy lingerie and get on your knees for him?"

"I will," she answered as her fingers moved up and down your spit-soaked shaft. "He enjoyed my mouth so much last week that I won't be able to resist blowing him again. I won't let him finish in my mouth, though, even though I really enjoyed it last week."

You found yourself getting caught up in her lust. "Yeah? You enjoyed making him cum in your mouth? You enjoyed swallowing his cum?"

She nodded and kissed the head of your cock. "It felt so good...so naughty," she said. "I could have cum when I swallowed for him. If he'd been rubbing my clit, or if you'd been there in the car with us, playing with my pussy as he came in my mouth, as his cum slid down my throat, I could have had an orgasm."

Unexpected lust surged through your body and you watched your cock head swell up at the suggestion of being in the car as your wife blew another man. You wondered if she noticed and you felt just a touch of panic at the idea of her knowing the notion was such a massive turn-on for you.

"I suppose I could make him cum in my mouth at some point tonight," she said with a smile, making no mention of the excess of arousal you'd just experienced. "If I'm going to spend the night with him, it's not like he's only going to cum once."

Now the arousal was different. Now you were picturing your wife having endless amounts of sex with another man. You saw her exploring every position imaginable all over the hotel room. You saw her sucking his cock with wild abandon, working hard to make him expel his seed onto her tongue like she'd done a week prior.

She kissed the head of your cock and let her lips linger there as your gaze met hers. "Are you okay with this?" she asked.

"Yes," you answered. It would have been insane to answer in any other manner. Of course you were okay with it. You were so much more than okay with it.

"Will you drive me to the hotel?" she asked.

You nodded.

Your wife stood, kissed you passionately, and then headed for the closet. You followed and watched her step into a slinky, low cut, dark blue satin dress. It looked perfect with the stockings and for just a moment you were quite jealous that she'd put so much effort into looking good for another man.

"You look perfect," you said.

She smiled, checked herself in the mirror, and then gave you a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," she whispered. "Now are you ready to play chauffeur?"

You laughed. "I am."

Your wife grabbed a handbag from the dresser, you grabbed your wallet and keys, and you both headed into the garage. You opened the door for her - she sat in front seat, thankfully - and you hurried to get behind the wheel.

"You're sure about the guy? About Victor?" you asked halfway to the hotel.

"I am," your wife replied. "We've...we've actually been texting most of the week. I haven't gotten even a hint of a bad vibe from him, and I didn't last Saturday, either." She reached over and rubbed your thigh in a manner that felt both reassuring and more than a little arousing. "I was hoping, though, that you'd actually be willing to wait a little bit. Maybe in the hotel lobby. I could send you a text if things felt a little off and you could come and get me. I don't think it will be necessary, but it would be nice to know that you were there."

"Of course," you answered as the thought of sitting in the hotel lobby while your wife and another man fucked in a room several floors above you. Unsurprisingly, that thought brought with it a surge of pleasure that was enhanced by your wife's hand moving towards your crotch and skillfully massaging your renewed erection.

"You know, I love that you're so into this," she said. "That you seem just as into it as I am."

"I might be even more into it than you are, if I'm being honest," you replied. "I...this stuff, the past two weeks, it really turns me on. Like, it really, really turns me on."

"I know," she replied softly before unbuckling her seat belt, leaning over, and kissing your neck. She unzipped your pants, freed your cock, and dropped her head into your lap. You moaned as the intense warmth and wetness of her mouth surrounded your stiff shaft. She sucked hard, delivering a pleasure so intense it felt like your whole body trembled.

She sucked your cock right up until you pulled into the hotel parking lot. You pulled into the space and her head popped up before she tucked your stiff, slippery dick into your pants.

"That was amazing," you said.

She smiled. "Victor said the same thing after I blew him in his car."

You tried your best not to think of your wife sucking another man's cock in the car, if only because your erection needed to fade before you could go into the hotel.

It took a few minutes - during which time you tried your best to talk about anything other than your wife's impending night with another man - but eventually your dick deflated and you both headed for the lobby.

"You know, Victor told me to text him when I got here. He said he'd come down to meet me," she said. "And he doesn't know what you look like. You're more than welcome to try and hop on the elevator with us for a quick ride up to his floor. I promise, I'll put on a show for you."

"Okay," you replied.

She pulled out her phone and texted the man she planned on spending the night with. You both entered the lobby and went your separate ways. You found a quiet spot on a couch in the corner of the lobby and watched the elevators until the man you recognized from the week before - the man your wife had sucked off in the car - stepped out.

He walked towards your wife with a big smile on his face - he was a man on the verge of fucking a beautiful woman, so of course he was smiling - and it looked as though your wife felt that same sense of joy.

They shared a surprisingly passionate-looking kiss before he took her hand and led her towards the elevators. That's when you got up and headed that way. The doors opened and they stepped into the elevator just a few moments before you did. He glanced at you, but your wife paid you no attention.

"I've been thinking about you all week," she said as the elevator doors slowly closed.

"Oh yeah?" he asked. "I've been thinking about you too. Last weekend was...it was incredible. The way you made me feel, like I said, it was just...I haven't felt that way in years, maybe ever."

Your wife unleashed a seductive smile and ran her fingers over his chest. She kissed his neck and her hand moved over his stomach and between his legs.

"I can't wait to have you in my mouth again," she said.

Victor seemed just a touch self-conscious - she was practically jerking him off in public, after all - but when her lips met his he couldn't resist. He matched the lusty energy in her kiss and you watched their tongues entwine.

It was the way he touched your wife that proved far more arousing, though, as the kiss spurred his hands to move down her back to grab her ass through the thin, delicate satin of her dress.

They both moaned as you watched him grope her ass and it wasn't long before your cock had once again come alive. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened as you experienced a moment of desperate desire, for once your wife stepped out it would be at least twelve hours before you saw her again, and before you could experience the pleasure you sought.

"Let's go," your wife said as she took Victor's hand. "Like I said, I can't wait to have you in my mouth again."

He'd long since stopped caring that you were in the elevator, as he paid you no mind while stepping off the elevator and once again kissing your wife, this time while lifting the back of her dress enough to expose her ass and give the bare flesh a good squeeze. She moaned into his mouth in response, making it perfectly clear that just a touch of public risk didn't bother her in the slightest.

The elevator doors closed and you pressed the button for the lobby as your erection raged. You thought of your wife walking to his room. You thought of them kissing as they stumbled in together. You thought of her stripping out of her little satin dress and showing off the lingerie set she'd worn for him. You thought of her getting on her knees for him, of your wife sucking his cock in anticipation of getting fucked.

You stepped out of the elevator and sat on one of the many couches that dotted the spacious hotel lobby. You sat and you thought of nothing other than the many ways your wife and Victor would pleasure each other over the course of the evening.

You thought of her blowing him. You thought of her riding his cock. You thought of her getting on her hands and knees in the hotel bed and inviting him to fuck her from behind. You found it particularly thrilling, for some reason, to think of them showering together, to imagine their hands moving over their wet bodies, and you couldn't help but imagine your wife getting on her knees in the shower and sucking his cock until he was hard enough that they had to get out, dry off, and fuck right there on the bathroom counter because she was just so desperate to have him inside her again.

As you fantasized, your cock remained stiff. Your balls tingled with desire. There were points where your whole body felt like it was tingling, like you were floating in a place of spectacular, unbridled lust that felt impossible to extinguish.

Then, you received a text from your wife: "I just got fucked."

You felt your pulse begin to race. She'd done it. She'd paid off all that desire you saw building in the elevator.

"It was incredible and I can't wait to tell you all about it tomorrow. You can go home now. There won't be any problems, I promise. It's just going to be lots of really good sex," she added.

"Okay, I love you," you replied, though what you really wanted to do was to beg your wife to come home with you so you could fuck her.

"I thought you might enjoy a picture," she texted.

An image came in. Your wife was in the hotel bed. She was still wearing her lingerie, absent her panties. Her hair looked messy and her chest was flushed red. She had a giddy smile on her face and you could clearly see that her pussy lips were puffy, like she'd been fucked with particular vigor.

"You can masturbate tonight if you want, but I have to admit that I'd prefer if you didn't cum. I really want you to save yourself for my pussy, but it's up to you," she texted.

"I won't cum," you said. "I want to save myself for you pussy, too."

"I love you," she replied. "Have a good night."

"I love you too," you texted.

That was it. You set your phone aside, closed your eyes, and waited for your erection to fade. When it had, you left the hotel, got in your car, and drove home for what you knew would be the longest night of your life.

In the morning, though, you'd get to have what you were certain was going to be the best sex of your life, and that made it all worth.