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

even care that it hurt a little, because it felt even better. He pulled my left leg up, threw it over his shoulder, and then laid into me.
    I couldn’t believe how deep he was. I’d never felt anything like it. I’ve been with bigger guys and I’ve honestly never really thought it made that much of a difference—sometimes it even hurt too much—but Carlos knew what to do with it. He knew how to make me his. He stared down and his eyes pinned me to the bed with just as much power as his cock.
    It felt like Carlos fucked me endlessly. I don’t know how many times I came. He leaned back and lifted my ass into the air and drove himself down into me like a pile driver, but then he leaned in, covering my body with his, and whispered how beautiful I was while he took me with long, slow strokes. I clawed for his granite arms, but he took my wrists and pinned them to the bed. Being restrained was so incredibly hot.
    He sat upright on the bed and held me so we were face to face while he effortlessly bounced me on his cock. I screamed myself hoarse while he used my body. It was only when he finally asked me if I was on the pill that I realized he’d been fucking me bareback all that time.
    I was horrified. That was one of our ironclad rules, as much mine as Dave’s. I was on the pill, but getting pregnant wasn’t even my primary concern. My husband would be furious when he saw that I let Carlos have me like that. I was sure of it. I was furious with myself. And yet, I did not make Carlos stop. I couldn’t.
    “Please don’t come inside me,” I pleaded.
    “It’s hotter when I don’t,” he growled in my ear, biting my earlobe.
    Carlos tossed me back onto the bed and I bounced. He crawled over me, jerking his cock. I took over, sure to use my left hand. I watched the gleam of my rings as my hand glided over his shaft. He cried my name and thick, pearly liquid shot all over my tits. The ropey cum seemed to blast out like a hose and a strand even blasted across my face. I stroked him until I was sure he was done, until the last of his load ran down over my wedding rings, and then I leaned up and sucked him, licking his wonderful cock clean. He knelt beside me, looking down at my sweat and cum covered, worn out body.
    “You’re an extraordinary woman, Diana. That was spectacular.”
    I smiled up at him, still stroking his cock. I couldn’t seem to let go of it. “God, that was amazing, baby,” I said.
    “Let me get us some water.”
     
     
     
     
    ~~~
     
     
    That was only round one. By the time I left Carlos’s hotel room, it was after four in the morning and I was so sore I could hardly walk. Despite taking a shower, I know I looked like exactly what I was—a well-used whore sneaking across the hotel lobby to steal home before the sun came up. I had never been so thoroughly used—or pleased—in my life. I hate to compare lovers, but he made Zach—who has his charms—look like a rank amateur. It was a little bit scary because Carlos made me forget all about my husband watching. Carlos was all I thought about while I was his. That wasn’t really part of the plan. I didn’t make him use a condom the second time either. I’d weakly protested, but he quickly won me over. I promised myself that next time I would absolutely, positively make Carlos use one. And I knew there would be a next time. Carlos made me promise before I left.
    “You’re going to see me again, aren’t you?” he said while we laid in bed at the end. I was fresh out of the shower, having scrubbed both his loads off my body, and he insisted I come back to bed for a while.
    “I’ll have to see if I can sneak out again.”
    “Where does your husband think you were tonight?”
    “I told him I was having drinks with a girlfriend,” I lied. “He’ll think I just had too much and had to sleep it off—if he even notices.” I kept up the fable of an inattentive husband. My real husband might have been annoyed at the late hour.
    “Then you