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

that his profile was right to the point.
    A divorce had left Carlos with no desire to get into another relationship, but he still wanted sex and he thought married women would be good because there were no strings there—no attachments. He wanted a regular thing with someone, if possible, but no relationship. I could respect that. In his message he said it sounded like we were looking for the same thing, which was true. “Diana” claimed to be in a boring marriage she didn’t want to leave and was looking for excitement. I almost asked Carlos if he went to bars where married women hung out, like Jay, but I didn’t. They were similar, but not the same. I liked him and showed his profile to Dave. Carlos passed that all-important test and we were off to the races.
    As soon as he knew I was interested, Carlos became flirty. He also asked for another picture, a special  request. I told him that was crazy, that I didn’t even know him, but he said that if I sent a picture he specifically asked for he would know my other pictures weren’t fake. I countered with a request of my own, but that did not deter him. The next day I received a selfie of Carlos wearing nothing but his tactical belt. It was such a silly request I didn’t think he’d ever do it. Now it was my turn.
    I didn’t ask my husband first, I just fulfilled Carlos’s request. It was a Sunday afternoon and Dave was in the yard with the kids. I was supposed to be folding laundry, but took a break. I unhooked my bra and slipped it off without removing my t-shirt and then wiggled out of my shorts and panties. Carlos didn’t ask for a completely nude shot, which surprised me. He just wanted to know if I was shaved. I knelt on the bed and faced the mirror over  the dresser. He wanted to see me in bed, too. I rolled up my blue vintage t-shirt, so about half my breasts showed—he strangely did not specify topless—and held up my phone. My dark hair was down, framing my face, the play of afternoon light from the windows made me look good. But I chickened out at the last minute and covered my pussy with three fingers. He couldn’t quite see everything, but I thought he could see enough to make a healthy guess. Taking the dirty picture made my pussy tingle. I texted an unedited version to Dave, but cropped out my head for Carlos’s version. No identifying naughty pictures for strangers! My husband replied right away, and it made me smile:
    - You naughty girl! Wait til I get my hands on you later!
    Carlos must have had the AshleyMadison app open, because he also replied quickly. He seemed pleased:
    -Can’t be positive if you’re shaved, but damn you’ve got a bangin’ body. I can’t wait to get my hands on you. Your husband is insane if he doesn’t know what he’s got.
    My husband knew exactly what he had, which was why he was such a happy man. I shot back a response:
    - Don’t get ahead of yourself. We haven’t even met yet. We might not hit it off.
    - We need to do something about that. Are you free this weekend?
    - I’ll see what I can do.
    Dave thought meeting Carlos was a great idea and called the babysitter straight away. I’m not sure why, but I was surprised that Dave never commented on the fact that Carlos was Hispanic. Neither of us are racist, but I’ve never been with a guy who wasn’t white. That wasn’t planned. I’d just never thought about it. I know the interracial angle adds to the kink for a lot of guys, but I guess that wasn’t part of it for my husband—or if it was he kept it to himself. Carlos was going to a fellow officer’s wedding that Saturday and staying downtown. He suggested we meet at the hotel bar after the reception. That was awfully convenient. I agreed to meet him, but said he shouldn’t expect to sweep me right up to his room. He replied to that with a simple, we’ll see .
    While Dave went to drop the kids at his parents’, I got ready for my date. He would come to the hotel bar on his own. I always like to be