Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife by Kirsten McCurran

hairless balls. My engagement ring caught the light from the bedside lamp and I realized it was the first time I was seeing my hand, with wedding rings on, wrapped around a cock that was not my husband’s. It was just so wrong, and it gave me chills of excitement. His balls were big too. I loved how sucking them made him moan. It always seems to impress a guy when I suck his balls. I actually liked it when they were as clean as Carlos’s. It was fun playing with them with my tongue.
    “Yeah, Di, that’s hot. Suck those balls,” Carlos encouraged while I slurped around his balls.
    With all his fingers in my hair, he gently pulled me back up to take his shaft into my mouth. It seemed that he could only cede control for so long. I liked him taking charge again. Carlos guided my mouth up and down on his fat prick while I held it by the base. My free hand pinched and rolled my tingling nipples, but then moved down to rub my soaked mound. That climax he’d given me was like a distant memory. I needed more! I struggled to relax as Carlos forced more and more cock into my mouth. He kept me bobbing faster and faster. I’d gone from giving him head to him fucking my mouth. I looked up at him, considered asking him to slow down, but the intense look on his face stopped me. Carlos stared at me like I was the center of his universe, and that look made me want to do anything to please him.
    “That mouth is fucking hot, Di. You’re so fucking good,” he praised, driving himself into my mouth. I almost gagged, but I was determined to keep going.
    Hear that Dave? I thought. Hear what a good cocksucker your wife is? Carlos is owning my mouth right now, just like you wanted. I could see my husband there—right beside us—jerking off as Carlos used my mouth. Dave would love to hear this stranger praising me.
    Carlos did not ask if I was ready, or if I even wanted to swallow, but just held my head tightly with his cock buried in my throat. The first spurt shot right down my throat, but then he eased back and the second and third thick wads blasted right into my mouth. A couple smaller detonations followed and he pulled it out, leaving strings of come stretching back to my lips. I licked it away and made a show of swallowing what he’d deposited in my mouth. I don’t mind at all when a guy comes in my mouth, and I liked the opportunity to play the slut for him. I also took my drenched fingers from my pussy and licked them clean, too. Something about Carlos just made me want to be his dirty whore. I knew my husband would approve.
    “Your husband must be gay,” Carlos said. He stared at me like he’d hit the jackpot.
    “No, he’s not.” I reminded myself he was speaking of Diana’s husband, not Dave. “He’s just very busy with work. And besides, I think he might be cheating.” Adding that to the narrative felt like it gave Diana more reason to be out with other men.
    “There’s no way he went out and found better than you, babe.”
    “Thanks. I aim to please.” I smiled.
    “Let me take care of the pleasing for a while.”
    Carlos pulled me toward him and turned me so I was stretched out on my back beside him on the bed. He just laid on his side for a bit and watched me, running his hand over my smooth, pale skin—tracing my curves, driving me crazy with anticipation.
    “You really do have a beautiful body, Diana. I see other girls in the gym all the time, busting their asses, but they will never be as hot as you are. They just don’t have the natural gifts you do.” He cupped one of my breasts, my breathing becoming heavy, and tweaked my nipple, drawing a whimper from my throat. His words had me glowing. Carlos really took the time to look at me, and it made me want him even more.
    “I meet married women like you and I can’t believe their husbands don’t appreciate the amazing women waiting in their beds. It’s like they’re asking me to fuck their wives.”
    He was half right. My husband did want him to fuck