Heidi, Corrupted (An Ex-Wife Sharing Romance) Read online

  I texted Bella:

  >If we want him to get Heidi interested, we'll have to get him to be a little more alpha male.

  In front of me, Patrick heaved Heidi over onto her back, and drove into her missionary-style. The petite brunette was enjoying being manhandled by him, turned this way and that as he desired, tossed around on the bed. Her dress was shoved up under her neck, her bra pulled down, and her breasts jiggled as he thrust into her. But for the first time I could actually see his cock entering her, and it quite took my breath away.

  Bella replied:

  >I thought that might be something she was into. I can toughen Donny up easily enough. He won't be the alpha male, though. I've told him you're Heidi's top dog xx

  Well, that was a surprise. I guess Donny had to already think something strange was going on since he was being bedded by this gorgeous blonde who was actively coaching him to win some other girl — his crush.

  Joe: What did he say to that? He must think Heidi's a little kinky.

  Bella: Told him she's polyamorous. He seemed impressed. He's into her so much, it doesn't really matter.

  Joe: Okay. Well don't break him. I want Heidi to start dating him next week.

  Bella: Next week? You are a hard taskmaster. Going to have to take our Donny out shopping for a new look before then. Enjoy the rest of the night, and the rest of Heidi ;-)

  I actually envied Donny a little. Heidi was once my crush, and back then I would have done anything to win her. Now she was his crush and there was a certain inevitability about him winning her. Would he feel the same way about her, though, as I did now, knowing that she was sexually involved with other people?

  In front of me, Heidi was riding Patrick on top this time, reverse cowgirl facing my way. I watched her small breasts jiggling as she bounced on him, the muscles in her thighs flexing as she pumped him with her pink, soaking pussy. My God, I could see his cock thrusting into her like a piston, glistening with her juices, it was hypnotic. And every breath I took was saturated with the musky scent of their sex.

  It was the hottest thing ever. She was initially leaning back, supporting herself with her arms behind her, her hands pressed against his chest, closing her eyes and panting as she fucked him. Then she thought better of it, leaned forward, opened her eyes and gazed into mine as she fucked him.

  Patrick was lying on his back, totally obscured from my view by Heidi herself. I felt safe enough to part the curtains a little, to show Heidi just how hard she was making me.

  I saw her eyes widen at the sight, but then she was smiling broadly, and the glimpse of me watching her seemed to send her over the edge. Heidi came with a great shivering cry, her body shaking, her chest and cheeks flushing, her pussy clamping around Patrick's hardness, her orgasm attempting to push him into his own.

  He grunted, "I'm coming..."

  But Heidi wasn't moving. She was riding him still, gazing into my eyes, trying to tease me again, provoke me, shock me with the sight of this stranger squeezing his manhood into her, the sight of it throbbing and bucking as his orgasm hit, the sight of his cock firing off deep inside her, and then as she slipped it out of her, the sight of his reddened cock shooting thick white cream all over her bare pussy.

  After that, Heidi pulled herself off him. They lay in the bed for a while, not really saying much, just recovering their breath.

  Patrick said, "I'd better be going. It's getting late."

  Heidi didn't seem at all put out by him cutting and running. She just lay there and watched him pulling on his clothes. Patrick didn't seem guilty or embarrassed about it, either, but then he had been playing the dominant. He got what he wanted, that was how it went.

  "I had a lot of fun," he said. It seemed awkward.

  "Me too," Heidi smiled, picking herself up off the bed, reaching for her dress to provide herself some modesty as she showed him out. I'm sure it wasn't just me who could tell she was impatient for something.

  "I'll call you," I heard him say as they went to the apartment front door. He sounded as though he'd been expecting her to ask him to stay, at least for a little longer.

  But she only said, "Sure."

  *

  I didn't even wait for the front door to close on Patrick, or whatever his name was, before I was out from behind the curtains and making myself comfortable on the bed. It was my bed, but lying there I was breathing his smell, their smell. I could hardly believe what I'd just witnessed.

  There was the sound of the front door closing, and then there was Heidi, scampering back into the bedroom.

  "Are you mad at me?" she said, but there was a huge smile plastered all over her face as she sashayed from the doorway over to the bed. "I mean, you didn't exactly tell me to bring him over."

  "Of course not," I laughed. "And anyway, how I understand it is, it wasn't your idea."

  "No," she grinned, slowly dancing now, teasing me, her hands trailing up her thighs, dragging the hem of her dress up with them, almost to the point where I might see her pussy again. "It was Bella's."

  I nodded.

  "You have fun with her?" I asked.

  "She's nice. I like her."

  She gave me a flash of the goods, and I have to admit, I couldn't stop looking. But then she covered it up with her dress again, turned on her heals, and diverted into my large en suite bathroom.

  "So you liked watching?" Heidi asked.

  "Very much. Couldn't you tell?"

  She laughed, and I heard her turn on the shower in the bathroom. "I thought you might not want to see at first," she said loudly over the flow of the water. Then, she came to the doorway, leaned against the jamb. "I mean, I know you wanted me to sleep with a guy, I didn't know if you wanted to see it."

  I looked up at her. Said, "Hey, no shower. Come here."

  I wanted her now, fresh from her adventure.

  She wrinkled her face. "Wait. He's dripping out of me."

  My hardness throbbed at the reminder that another man had filled my woman with his come.

  My woman — I really was coming to think of her that way.

  I wasn't particularly bothered by the mess he might have left behind. But Heidi turned and stepped back into the bathroom, to the sink. She grabbed a flannel from the towel rail by the door and now held it under the faucet, soaking it in warm water.

  I watched her rubbing at herself between the thighs, once, twice, three times.

  Then she was back out in the bedroom, dancing for me again, sinking her hips, pulling up her dress, bending over to show me her bare behind, then slipping the straps off her shoulders to show me her bare breasts.

  "Come here," I ordered her, and she smiled at my obvious need.

  "I don't need to reenact everything this time, do I?" she asked, amused that our foreplay in sessions gone by was no longer appropriate.

  "I saw everything," I agreed.

  "You can just take me as you want me."

  She climbed onto the bed, towering over me as she stood on the mattress, still dancing, moving her hips, mimicking an exotic dancer — playful, mischievous, sexy. Where had she learned to move like this? Her grace, her poise, were exquisite.

  She slipped off her dress, and now she was stepping over me, one foot either side of me, offering me a sensational view up her body, between her legs.

  She danced over my head, as though she was attempting something in a lap dance club. Running her hands all over her body, through her long dark hair. Her nipples stiff as ever, her pussy rosy from use. I reached up to touch her calves, her thighs, running my hands over her soft, freshly shaven flesh.

  "You had fun with him?" I asked her.

  "He was good," she said. "Not as good as you."

  "But you liked it."

  "It was nice. Not as nice as having you watch, though."

  She lowered herself to me, teasing me, again and again, but each time lifted before I could reach her. I'd sit up, trying to get a taste of her for myself, but she'd lift away from me, keeping out of reach.


  "Come here," I demanded again.

  This time she allowed me to reach her, and pull her down to my mouth. I could smell the sex strong all over her, despite her attempts with the washcloth. It only lit the flames inside me. I pulled her down, and she squealed as I clamped my mouth to her searing pussy, tasting the tangy wetness on her pussy lips, spearing her with my tongue.

  She perched there over me, enjoying my attention, panting as I lapped at her, as I sucked at her clit.

  "I thought... you were going... to wear protection..." I complained in between mouthfuls of her nectar.

  "Uh-huh," she said in between long sensual sighs. "I forgot..."

  "That's not good."

  "I am on birth control..."

  "Still risky," I said, but I wasn't particularly angry. I guess it's too easy to forgive a little slip. It was bad of her, though.

  For now, though, she was forgiven. I was too turned on by her night's performance. I curled my arms around her thighs, locking her against my face as I devoured her, my face pressed against the wonderful softness of her waxed pussy, my tongue gliding into her fragrant groove. From her I heard only panting for a while, moaning, the occasional cry.

  For a while she lost herself above me, her body steadily pressed down further and further on my face, and I could hardly see anything, though I didn't need to simply to feed my greedy hunger for her sex. She shivered, she shuddered, she convulsed above me, singing sweet soprano as she came, and for a while I was happy just to satisfy her, to reward her for her evening's courage, for her gift of showing me her debauchery.

  Then she slumped forward, to lie over me, her hands moving to unfasten my belt and my fly, her fingers encircling my hard cock. From her moans, she seemed to take delight in just how hard I was for her.

  I could take only so much, however, before I forced myself, virtually throwing her down onto the mattress on her back. She squealed and giggled, loving how crazy she'd driven me all night.

  I kissed her mouth vigorously, and parted her legs, kneeling up to stroke the head of my cock over her dripping wet pussy. My manhood was throbbing, burning, pulsating with desire for this dirty hussy, her hair still damp with the perspiration of sex with another man, her skin sticky with his traces, her pussy still lubricated by his come.

  I thrust into her with a single jab, making her yelp, then groan as I stirred within her, my hands holding her legs just beneath the knees as I pumped my hips to piston into her sex. Her body shook as I fucked her, her breasts shuddering, her stiff nipples shivering.

  The way she moaned, the way she gasped, the way she cried — it struck me just how comparatively quiet she'd been with Patrick when he'd been fucking her.

  "You like this?" I asked her, in barely more than a grunt.

  "Uh-huh," she panted in reply.

  "Better than him?"

  "Better than anybody."

  "But you did... enjoy... being with him?" I asked her. Concerned, now, that she was only flirting and fucking other men because I wanted her to do so.

  "Uh-huh," she said, breathless. "Just not... as much... as this."

  "Tell me why," I demanded. "Tell me why you enjoyed him."

  She panted a few times as I continued to plug her, considering her reply. Then she said, "He's handsome... it was... nice... knowing that he wanted me.... I liked... being with someone new..."

  I smiled.

  Then she said, "Most of all... I knew it would make you want me more..."

  Well, that wasn't such a bad reason.

  She added, "I liked that you were watching me with him. I liked fucking him for you."

  I leaned down to kiss her, to crush her breasts in my hands, to squeeze her nipples. She whimpered through our kiss, and fought for breath, then she was shuddering under me, and it seemed to me she was coming yet again.

  I broke away from our kiss, my hips pumping as fast as I could humanly achieve, pumping my hardness into her as her cries became screams.

  Then I was coming inside her, deep, the tip of my cock hitting her cervix as jet after jet of thick cream erupted within her, her second such dose of the night.

  I lay over her as the final pulses of energy burst through my manhood, kissing her lips tenderly, her soft neck. Her arms encircled me, and it was hard to deny there was some kind of chemistry between us, a genuine affection. Perhaps even love, though I wanted to deny it to myself, to her if she asked.

  For ages we just kissed each other, smiling, sniggering like naughty children at what we'd just done, my cock softening inside her but not withdrawing.

  Then finally I rolled off her, and we lay side-by-side on the bed, recovering.

  "You're not going to meet people on the dance floor next Saturday," I said after a long while.

  "No?" she seemed only vaguely disappointed. More, I think, she was curious what I had planned.

  "You're going to ask someone out from orchestra this week," I said.

  "Yes?" it had taken her by surprise, even if I had already coaxed her into flirting with the men in the Philharmonic, coached her on wearing more alluring clothing.

  "I want you to ask him out for coffee," I said. "You'll have coffee with him on Wednesday some time. If it goes well, you might do it again on Thursday."

  "We have our concert on Thursday."

  "Rehearsal in the morning, performance in the afternoon?"

  "Yes."

  "So you'll have a mid-morning break. Spend it with him. Flirt with him, find out about him, show him you're interested. Then Friday..."

  "Friday there's no orchestra."

  "Friday you'll arrange to meet him for drinks in the evening."

  "Okay. And Saturday?"

  "Saturday you'll be here, and you'll give yourself to him fully," I said. My God, my cock was stirring again at the thought, even this soon after orgasm.

  "'Him'," she said. "You said 'him'. Does that mean you have somebody in mind?"

  I laughed. "Donny," I said. "You're going to start dating Donny."

  "Oh." She did sound disappointed.

  "You'll do it for me. You'll date him, you'll fuck him. And you'll keep your mind open to liking him."

  "I do like him," she said. "As a person, I mean. Just not — "

  "Well now you'll like him like that, too," I demanded. "Or at least, you'll be open to it. If things really don't go well between you, I won't force it. But I want you to try."

  She paused, and one of her hands quietly covered her mound, and began to stir between her thighs. "I'll do whatever you want me to do," she said softly. "If you want me to fuck Donny, I'll fuck Donny."

  It wasn't my imagination that there was a little tremor of excitement in her voice. I know she didn't see Donny as someone she actively wanted to bed, but she liked the idea of having to fuck someone for me, someone she wouldn't ordinarily go for. She liked the idea of pleasing me by being naughty with someone like him.

  Perhaps she even liked the idea of corrupting Donny.

  Only, I was hoping Bella might do some of the heavy lifting first.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Monday morning. I woke with a funny feeling in my stomach I felt faintly nervous, and it took me until I pulled myself out of bed to remember and realize it was because of the new plan for getting Heidi to date Donny.

  By the time I had my first coffee of the day, I was buzzing about it. It had been exciting enough getting Heidi playing and sleeping with other men, but this was taking things to a new level — getting her a long-term playmate. But this wasn't just excitement at getting Heidi a long-term boyfriend, there were also the nerves stemming from the risk that I could lose her in all this.

  I don't know, I even felt that losing her would be some kind of success for me, and that just propelled the deep bittersweet feelings of hurt and arousal to new heights.

  Hey, I was a mess, but I kind of knew that already.

  Eating breakfast in front of CNN and thinking solely about Heidi rather than any of the financial news beaming out from t
he large screen in front of me, I found that part of my buzz was from the act of setting up Heidi. She liked Donny personally, as a friend, but she wasn't particularly interested in him sexually. Now I was going to change that — potentially with Bella's help. I'm guessing it was a power thing, I liked influencing her life, forcing her to consider something she wouldn't ordinarily and if it paid off for her, then it would feel even better for me, despite the fact that I did face losing her myself.

  I still had the feeling, deep down, that losing Heidi would be okay if she was happy with the circumstances, because I still worried that to keep her might lead to an unsatisfactory long-term arrangement for both of us.

  Halfway through my bowl of cereal, a text message came in from Bella.

  >So are you still planning on getting Heidi to ask out Donny this week?

  I chuckled, and replied:

  >Planning on it. Why, are you having second thoughts about losing Donny to her?

  My manhood was starting to thicken up inside my pants at the thought of Bella taking Donny home with her to "train" him in the sexual arts so that he might capture Heidi's heart. I thought about how lucky the guy was — Bella was very attractive. But if the guy took to his training too well, perhaps Bella would want to keep him herself.

  Bella replied:

  >No, I'll do my part. Just want to make sure you're doing yours. Donny has a big thing for her, you know.

  Feeling mischievous, I replied:

  >A big thing? ;-)

  And Bella responded:

  >It's huge, actually. Surprisingly. Heidi is going to love it. But you have to help kick her out of the friend zone.

  I nodded, though she couldn't see me, of course. Texted her:

  >I'll make sure she wants him, but you need to help too.

  Bella signed off:

  >Don't worry about this end. Just worry about your part. xx

  After a few more mouthfuls of cereal, I decided I needed to make a start on this project if I was to succeed in my contribution.

  I texted Heidi:

  >Morning, Heidi. Ready to start on our little project today?