Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife (8 page)

“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 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 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 can do the same thing again, Diana. This can’t be a one night stand. I have to have you again.” He kissed me.

“We’ll see.”

He kissed me again, this time long and deep. I was breathless and I promised him I would see him again.

I didn’t know how Dave would feel about that. I thought he would love the video, but I worried I’d gone too far. Watching Carlos fully possess me would either be Dave’s ultimate fantasy fulfillment or his worst nightmare. I wished I knew which it would be.

When I came home Dave was asleep on the couch. He’d tried waiting up for me, but the sun was just beginning to rise. I thought about leaving him be—God knew I needed to go to bed—but I knew he’d want me to wake him. I gently shook him and kissed his forehead.

“Dana? Jeez, what time is it?” he asked groggily.

Dave blinked and tried to stretch the stiffness out of his body. He’d fallen asleep in an awkward position. The iPad, which had been in his lap, slid to the floor. I knew that meant he’d been watching videos of me on my hot dates while he waited for me to come home from this one. He tried to hide from me how often he watched those videos, but I knew my husband couldn’t get enough of my adventures. It disturbed me a little bit—I still wasn’t entirely comfortable watching them, even if it did turn me on—but I accepted that it was just part of his fantasy.

“Sorry I’m so late, honey. Time just got away from us.”

A couple emotions washed over his face, and then Dave smiled. “I guess you were having a good time then.”

“It was a good night.” I never knew quite how to reply to that question. I didn’t want him to think I was rubbing it in.

“At least you made it home before morning.” That was another of our rules. I did not spend the night with other men.

“Carlos had me quite distracted. I wasn’t thinking about the time.”

“I can’t believe you just went right up to his room like that. You little slut.” Dave waited for me to react, and then he laughed.

“You saw him. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Yeah, you two were like longtime lovers at the bar. He was all over you. It was fucking hot, babe.”

“I’m glad you liked it, sweetheart.” I kissed him sweetly.

“I didn’t think the clean-cut, law and order guy was your type.”

“I don’t know. There was just something about him.”

“So did you guys fall asleep…”

I shook my head and said, “All night long, baby.”

Again, emotions warred on his face before he answered, “You really are so hot, Dana. I can’t wait to see it.”

I dug the hidden camera out of my bag and handed it to him. “You can check it out. I’m going to go upstairs and change into something comfy. I’m worn out.”

Dave eagerly went over to the computer while I went upstairs and stripped out of the sexy dress and lingerie. I scrubbed off the little bit of makeup I’d re-applied after my shower in the hotel room, and pulled my hair back with a headband. In the mirror I just looked like a tired, thirtysomething suburban mom, not a horny sex pot who’d just spent the night in a near-stranger’s hotel room. I flopped down on the bed, planning to rest my eyes for a second, when Dave came storming into the bedroom.

“What the hell, Dana?”

“What?”

“There’s no video. The thing is blank.” He was genuinely angry and the blood turned to ice in my veins.

“Are you sure? I turned it on. I know I did.”

“I plugged it into the computer and there’s nothing on the camera. You were there all night and there’s nothing.” He shook the fake car remote at me like an accusatory finger.

“Maybe it wasn’t charged. I don’t know what happened. I did what I always do.” I sat up on the bed, angry now too. I didn’t like what he was implying.

“You’re out all night, I’m cool with that. I’m eagerly waiting to see what happened, but then I get nothing.” I couldn’t believe how angry he was.

“Hey, I’m out all night because you want me to be. Don’t forget who’s idea this all was.”

“I’m sure you hated every second of it. It sure looked that way at the bar.”

“I could end this right now and never look back.” I was on my feet.

“Could you?” he spat.

We stood there, facing off, both red-faced and huffing. I couldn’t believe how he was coming down on me.
I
made his fantasy happen.
I
threw off my wedding vows because he wants me to fuck other men, and now he had the nerve to act like I was some harlot. I thought I might smack him. But then his face softened, his body sagged, and he just looked deeply disappointed.

“I’m so sorry, Dana. I know it’s not your fault. Technical failures happen.”

Dave looked like he might cry and suddenly I felt bad, too. It felt like I could have been more understanding. I knew what this meant to him. He never would have asked me to do all those things if it didn’t mean so much.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m sorry I let you down. I swear I wanted you to see it. I couldn’t wait for you to see how hot it was.” I put my hands on his arms. I wanted to comfort him.

“I know. It’s okay.”

“If it’s this intense, maybe we need to take a step back.”