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

his wife, but not for the reasons Carlos suspected. I wondered how he would feel if he knew about my relationship with Dave. A man like Carlos could probably never understand. “I don’t need to hear about all the married women you bed,” I told him.
    “I just want you to know that I chose you. I want you to know that even though it’s just sex, it’s still special to me in its own way. It’s an honor to make a woman like you come.”
    Under any other circumstances, his words would have made me laugh, but when he was playing with my nipples like that I would eat up every word. He traced his fingertips around them, making me shiver, then he’d lightly pinch them, increasing the pressure until it was right on that delicious pleasure/pain line. Carlos was definitely experienced in pleasuring a woman. All that time bedding married women had served him well. If he could make me feel that good, I didn’t mind being another notch on his bedpost.
    “You’re definitely making me feel something,” I moaned.
    “Something good, I hope.” A hand glided down over my tummy, cupping my mound so two fingers could curve up and push deep inside me. I arched my back and cried out.
    “Oh, yes!”
    Carlos slowly fingered me and just laid to the side and watched me. It was a little weird at first, but when I touched his cock and I felt he was hard again, it became really hot. Much like the way my husband like to watch me, so did Carlos, only he wanted to be the one getting me off. I looked up at him, feeling helpless as he controlled my body with just a couple fingers.
    I was so drenched that my juices soaked my thighs and the sheets beneath me. His thumb teased my clit and he brought me right to the edge of orgasm, but stopped short, leaving me moaning and gasping, making little pleading sounds, hoping he’d get the message. He also kept caressing my tits and playing with my nipples and I was out of my mind with lust.
    “Carlos…please…” I moaned.
    “Please what?” He was a smug bastard, which only turned me on more.
    “Please…”
    He leaned in, growled in my ear, “Say it, Diana. Tell me.”
    “Ohhh…Carlos…”
    I humped my pussy at his hand, but he knew just when to back off so I couldn’t force him to make me come. My whole body was on fire. I grabbed his thick cock and stroked it, hoping to make him want to slide it in me. I stared at his cock because the avid expression on his face was too scary and exciting. But looking at his cock only made me think about how much I wanted it.
    “Does your husband do this to you, Diana?” he whispered.
    “No.”
    “He doesn’t make you need it like this?”
    “No…he doesn’t…” I had to be honest with him.
    “I bet you’re the one that does the teasing, aren’t you? You get off on it, right?”
    “God yes! Please Carlos! ”
    “The little tease isn’t used to being teased. I know what you’re all about, Diana. And I know what you need.”
    “Please…please give me what I need.” I begged him. I wasn’t proud any longer. He knew exactly what I was.
    Carlos chuckled and finally delivered. His fingers in my cunt, his thumb on my clit—they combined to drive me over the edge and I was screaming in that hotel room, coming like I had never come before. He made my head spin and I swear I slipped out of my body for a second and watched it thrashing on the bed. But I could not thrash out of his control. His hands were too strong. Carlos held me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. That beautiful cock of his bounced between my legs and he ordered me to take it and put it in. I tried with my right hand.
    “No, your other hand,” he demanded.
    I knew what he wanted. I looked down and watched as my hand wrapped around his shaft. My wedding rings seemed to glow against his skin, a beacon of my infidelity. I used that unfaithful hand to stuff his prick into my pussy. With one deep thrust he drove it home and I was screaming again—coming again. I didn’t