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

it?”
    “Yes. I thought he was going to take me in the laundry room.”
    Dave buried himself in me with a single thrust. I bit my lip—our kids and the neighbor’s were upstairs—but I still cried out. He held my hips and took me with quick, brutal thrusts. I know my husband was thinking about the same thing as me—Jay bending me over the washing machine and fucking me. My hair fell down around my face and my tits bounced with each powerful thrust. His balls slapped the backs of my thighs.
    “I can’t leave you alone for a second, can I?” he growled.
    “No! You know I’m a slut. I’m your slut, hon!”
    His fingers dug into my thighs and he moved faster. I know he wanted to take me slowly, to draw it out, but he couldn’t help himself. I was glad, because I couldn’t take the teasing. I needed it, and I needed it badly. There was a sure way to get him to just pound me.
    “I know you wanted me to fuck Jay. I don’t care if you admit it. You wanted to see those big hands all over me…”
    “Fuck, Dana…” Dave thrust faster.
    “What if they laid me on the bar by the pool and Jana played with my tits while Jay fucked me?”
    “Christ…”
    “Neil could put it in my mouth…”
    “Ohhh…”
    “Fuck me, babe, please…” I begged.
    Dave pounded me hard for another few seconds and with a long, low grunt he came inside me. I was whimpering, desperately trying to stay quiet by biting my hand and I came right after feeling his cum spurting inside me. He released my hips and I sagged to the steps. I couldn’t support myself. Dave leaned against the wall, gasping. I was warm and satisfied all over. I loved the way my husband made me feel. My adventures with other men hadn’t changed my desire for Dave at all—except maybe I wanted him more. I wanted him for seeing me as the sexy little nymph.
    Dave sat on the steps beside me and stroked my hair. “You are an incredible woman. I don’t know what I did to deserve the hottest woman on the planet, but I thank god every day.”
    “You just have to be you. I love you so much.” I took his hand and kissed it. “Let’s get up to bed.”
     
     

five
     
     
    After another week or so of thought—and much encouragement from my husband—I decided to go online and give it another shot. This time I extracted a promise from Dave that he would be there, at least in the beginning, when I met my date. I logged back into the website and found that my mailbox was jammed. A few guys sent multiple emails asking where I went and I dismissed them out of hand. They just came off as too desperate. I was also greeted by several new potential dates. I read through their profiles, but no one excited me too much. The men who were married and cheating on their wives were an immediate turn off. I was fine with a married man in an open relationship, but I didn’t like the idea of a man who deceived his wife—even if I was putting myself out there as a cheating wife in my profile.
    It took a few days, but I found someone who interested me. Most of the guys who sent me messages were business types, guys who sat behind a desk all day. Some of them were good looking, but my close encounter with Jay left me craving someone a little—I hate to say it— rougher . Carlos seemed to fit that bill. He didn’t claim to be over six feet, which right away made me think he was more honest than a lot of the men on there. He was a cop, which seemed very manly to me. I could just imagine him slapping the cuffs on and frisking me. Would my husband like to see something like that?
    Carlos was forty-two and his black hair was buzzed down and looked to be graying at the temples. His eyes were intense. He had the requisite shirtless picture and I liked what I saw. He was more gym muscular than from physical labor, but his six-pack was tight. That would be fun to play with. He had a tribal tattoo around one bicep, which was okay, but I didn’t love the replica of his badge on the other. I liked