Sienna catches a look from a guy passing and she follows him to the dance floor. The man talking to Miranda immediately shifts around to be sitting beside her. The young guy to Adin’s left groans. “Here we go – get onto her, man.”
The older guy to Adin’s right chuckles. “Yeah – she’s up for it, eh?”
“Fucking awesome tits…. Look at them,” the younger guy says across the front of Adin.
Adin leaves the commentary to the two of them and watches his wife intently. She has her legs angled toward the man beside her and crossed. The guy is leaning close with an arm along the backrest of their shared seat. His other hand is on the table, but as he leans closer to speak into Miranda’s ear he touches her knee, with her small hand immediately closing over his. Her head then tilts as the guy nuzzles her neck. Her pretty eyes roam upward and flash upon Adin’s for a second but move away. Her hand lifts to the guy’s shirt, just clutching lightly. He cups her face and tilts in and presses his lips to hers.
Adin’s heart clenches hard in his chest.
“Yeah, fucking get onto her, man,” the young guy groans low again.
The man kissing Adin’s wife deepens the contact, his jaw opening and closing, his tongue visible as it probes her mouth. He shifts closer and moves over her, pressing her back against the wall. Miranda’s eyes are softly closed but they open as the guy slips a hand inside her blouse and feels a tit. She clutches that wrist and discretely shifts his hand away. That causes her blouse to gape though, and her left breast is completely on display to Adin and the guy either side of him.
The trance Miranda is in seems to break and she giggles and pushes the guy from crowding her. He then slides out of the booth and keeps her hand, pulling her up. She follows him toward the dance floor but looks back and up at Adin more deliberately this time – her eyes questioning. Adin does a little head toss towards the door and she nods.
Miranda is then pulled into an embrace as the band plays a slow number. Adin’s two fellow observers have moved on but he remains there watching his wife sway with her head against this other man’s chest. He lifts her chin and takes her lips again.
Sienna appears beside Adin. “Mmm – that’s nice,” she says.
Adin swallows hard. “Yeah, something like that….” His voice fails and he has to clear his throat. “We’re going in a minute. Do you want a ride home?”
“Yeah, but just let him have her for a bit longer…. This is so hot.”
That number finishes and another slow one follows. The guy turns Miranda around and holds her from behind, still swaying gently but kissing her neck and looking down at her tits now. They’re surrounded by other couples and turning around, so Adin only gets flashes of the view of this guy with his hand inside Miranda’s blouse again. She has her arms up and pressed over her chest but it’s obvious the hand under hers is beneath the fabric of her blouse.
“Braless was a good idea,” Sienna breathes into Adin’s ear. “Bet he’s loving the feel of her bare boobs.”
“Yeah….” Adin groans. The guy’s other hand is down over Miranda’s hip and spread there – his thumb pressing close to her crotch. Miranda’s head is up and back, her eyes are glazed as they roam around and briefly connect with Adin’s again.
Sienna is back at Adin’s ear. “Just another 20 minutes, okay? Don’t stop it yet….”
She disappears back down the stairs. Adin feels ill but is aroused enough to wait a bit longer. His wife is brought back to the booth and pulled onto the guy’s lap this time. She peers up at Adin and holds his gaze, but her eyes close as her lips are taken again. Sienna slips into the booth facing them. The three of them resume chatting, with Sienna and the guy laughing and carrying on while Miranda sits quietly with her head resting against the guy’s shoulder and her fingers interlaced around his neck.
Adin is entranced himself now. His heart is numb as he watches from directly above. Miranda’s legs are not crossed this time. The guy has a hand moving softly upon her, his fingers searching into the gap between her thighs. And while Sienna is busy talking back over her shoulder, the guy takes Miranda’s lips again and feels up into her crotch. She clutches his arm and squirms her thighs together. The guy deepens the kiss and feels more firmly into her. Her lower body undulates and his arm moves back then forward again. It then just rocks slowly back and forth as he continues kissing her deeply. Miranda’s eyes suddenly widen. The guy looks at what he’s doing, tilting his head. He quickly checks around but Sienna is now up on her knees leaning over the back of her seat. The guy tilts for another look under Miranda’s skirt. His fingers clutching her upper-thigh are glistening wet. Miranda is sitting there with glazed eyes watching him. He feels back into her, watching himself do it.
Miranda sucks in a breath and her eyes widen again. The guy then resumes rubbing against her and forcing his fingers in deep. He checks around again, and Miranda peers up and meets Adin’s eyes. Her mouth is open and she’s panting as her lower body clenches – her orgasm obvious to Adin and snapping him out of his trance. He heads for the stairs. He’s at the booth before Miranda has a chance to get up off the guy’s lap. Sienna intervenes and stands to throw her arms around Adin and kiss his cheek. “Hello, baby, it’s about time…. Come on, Mi, we have to go!”
The guy cuddling Miranda gives Adin a smile and nod for a greeting. Miranda attempts to get up off his lap but he touches her face and holds it while covering her lips with his again.
Sienna squeezes and holds Adin’s arm while the guy deepens the kiss and probes Miranda’s mouth with his tongue. Miranda clutches the guy’s shirt sleeve and allows him to bend her back. Her eyes open and meet with Adin’s but soon close again as the kiss continues and deepens further. Sienna pulls Adin’s arm around her and backs against him. She positions his hand over her breast and folds her arms to conceal it there. He can’t help himself and pinches her nipple. She wiggles her bottom against his package. He’s semi-firm and doesn’t pull away from her.
The guy with Adin’s wife on his lap whispers something that makes her giggle then they look down her front together as he tugs open her blouse. The guy has a look at one tit then the other. Miranda giggles again and presses an arm across her chest to deny him.
“Come on, Mi, we have to go,” Sienna says again, and Miranda squirms from the guy’s lap, tugging her skirt down and her blouse closed. Adin takes her hand and draws her away, glaring back at the other man.
Sienna takes Miranda away from Adin once out on the street. He strides ahead to where he’s parked. They follow well behind hugging and giggling together. Sienna pushes Miranda into the back seat and gets in beside her. Adin just shakes his head and drives. They’re both too drunk and giggly to speak with anyway. Sienna lives a couple of blocks past home, so Adin drops Miranda off first. She’s feeling woozy and needs the bathroom before she throws up.
Sienna stays in back, watching Adin in his rear view mirror. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she announces after a while. “You rock, Adin…. Fuck I wish Paul would do that for me.”
“He’s probably got too much sense.”
Sienna giggles. “Yeah maybe, but that’s too boring. You’ve got to take risks and have fun – especially before you have kids and that.”
Adin nods agreeably. “Good point.”
“I know…. And don’t you dare be angry with Mi for tonight. She was wasted after those first few drinks and that guy was hot.”
Adin pulls up at Sienna’s apartment building. “Alright…. Go on, then. I’ll wait until I see your light come on.”
Sienna leans over the seat and pulls Adin’s face around, planting a wet kiss on his lips. “And if you do kick Mi out for this, I’m leaving Paul and moving in – so you won’t be any better off.”
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Adin waits for Sienna’s apartment lights then drives slowly home. He doesn’t know how he feels, so has no idea what to say to his wife. He finds her in her bath robe lying on the bed. She holds his gaze as he approac
hes and sits facing her. “Are you okay, baby?”
“I feel a bit sick. I think I drank too much.”
“Did you throw up?”
“No – but nearly.”
Adin nods and squeezes her lower leg. “You’ll be fine once you sleep it off.”
Miranda nods. “Yeah…. Sorry this isn’t very sexy right now.”
“Hey – it’s fine, baby. I don’t necessarily feel like it either.”
“Oh…? You didn’t enjoy tonight?”
Adin shrugs. “It was hard to watch, but I think I liked it deep down.” He takes a breath and expels. “It’s not like it made me want to stroke off, watching the guy with you. I was just feeling jealous and scared of losing you the whole time. But beneath that there was this huge erotic thrill…. Buried deep beneath the other feelings, though.”
Adin kicks off his shoes and lies back beside his wife. “How was it for you, baby?”
Miranda scoots closer and snuggles. “It was amazing. I was so excited the whole time.”
“Yeah? How excited?”
“Mmm – I loved the way he was kissing me. He went so deep with his tongue and his kisses were so wet…. I loved swallowing the taste of him, Adin. It felt so strange and sexy.”
“Oh right. The taste of him, huh?”
“Yes, just from his mouth and his tongue inside my mouth like that…. I got so wet just from his kisses… I was embarrassed when he touched my panties and found out…. It was nice when he fingered me but I was embarrassed to be that wet for him so easily.”
Adin gulps. “So, he got his finger in you, then…? I thought he did.”
“Uh huh…. And his hands were really rough like that guy at the beach too…. It felt amazing when he was touching my breasts and stroking my legs. And then when he finally put his finger in – oh my god, Adin!”
Adin’s cock is hard now. Miranda squeezes it and starts stroking.
“Aw fuck, baby….”
“Just like this? Is that okay?”
Miranda frees it and he pulls up his shirt. She only has to stroke gently and Adin’s load quickly builds and surges. Miranda takes the head into her mouth to accept his ejaculate. She moans and swallows softly. “Mmm – that was so fast,” she says, smiling up and biting a little.
“Fuck, baby, sorry…. Are you okay?’
“Yeah, I’m feeling a bit better…. That was fine.”
“And do you want um…?
“No…. I actually came on that guy’s fingers. I was so ready for it after the way he kept kissing me.” Miranda kisses the head of Adin’s cock. “He said my pussy felt really tight when I was cumming, but that now I owe him one.”
“Oh fuck,” Adin groans as his wife takes the head of his cock in and sucks it. “What exactly does he think you owe him, baby?”
“Mmm – what about one of these?” Miranda utters then resumes sucking, but only for a moment before peering up. “I’d love to taste another man’s cum, Adin – especially after what you said.”
“What I said?” Adin swallows hard. “What did I say, baby.”
Miranda bites a lip. “Promise you won’t take it the wrong way?”
“I can’t imagine what I could possibly take the wrong way tonight.”
Miranda giggles. “Hmm – well, you said you have a low sperm count and probably always have…. And now I can’t stop thinking about tasting it from a man who has a high sperm count – just for how sexy it would feel to swallow it.”
“Oh yeah – I guess….”
“No – don’t be offended,” Miranda pleads. “Oh shit, I shouldn’t talk like this while I’m half drunk…. I just mean it’s really interesting. I’ve never even thought about a sperm count before.”
“Yeah, well, it probably doesn’t taste any different, baby…. I mean I get how it might feel different, just knowing I suppose.”
“Exactly. It’s just interesting.” Miranda scoots up to get a cuddle. “Plus it would be so exciting to suck another man off in front of you….”
Adin kisses his wife’s head – his gut clenching at the comparison with a man fully equipped. “I need a shower,” he says and gets up, leaving for the bathroom without looking back. And 20 minutes later he returns to find Miranda sleeping.
Chapter 9
Miranda’s head is pounding when she wakes. The sun is glaring through the bedroom window blinds. Her mouth is dry and horrible. She’s on top of the sheets with the bed cover over her legs. Adin’s side of the bed appears to have not been slept in. There’s a tall glass of orange juice on her bedside cabinet. She grabs it and drinks thirstily. It’s cold and fresh. Behind where it was sitting are two headache tablets on a small plate. She washes them down. “Adin!” she calls out.
There is no answer, only silence. Miranda gets up and goes in search of her husband, but finds the apartment locked up and no sign of him other than a pillow and cotton blanket ruffled on the lounge. The events of the previous night are disjointed and vague in her mind. She tips up her handbag and checks her phone to find one message.
Dion: Hey Mi. How did you pull up this morning? Would love to hook up again tonight. What do you think?
“Dion…?” Miranda mutters aloud. Then the name registers and her hand goes to her mouth – her eyes widening. “Oh shit!” She opens up a new message.
Miranda: Adin where are you? Please hurry. I need you.
Five minutes pass while Miranda stares out the kitchen window at the street. The front door then flies open and Adin bursts in puffing and sweating profusely. He’s in his jogging gear.
“What, baby? What’s wrong?”
Miranda flings her arms around him. “You just scared me. Where did you sleep? What’s going on?”
He holds her tight but takes a moment to answer. “Nothing’s going on. I was just feeling sorry for myself and crashed on the lounge is all.”
Miranda pushes back to look at his face. “Sorry for yourself about what?”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s nothing,” Adin says and turns away, getting a drink of water. “How are you feeling? You were pretty drunk last night.”
“I know. I feel like shit.” Miranda presses behind her husband looking out the window. “Thanks for the juice and tablets.”
He hugs her around the shoulders and kisses her hair. “You’re welcome…. I’m going to shower.”
Miranda is left standing there. Adin doesn’t look back as he walks from the kitchen. She follows to the doorway but he vanishes into the bathroom pulling the door closed less than gently.
Miranda goes about making coffee, trying to recall exactly what happened the previous night. She pieces the whole night together well enough. There’s plenty to get her head around but all seemed well afterward when they got home. She remembers jerking Adin off and teasing him about what had happened with the guy at the bar. She doesn’t remember going to sleep, although Adin getting up to have a shower drifts back to her befuddled mind.
“Oh fuck, did I say that out loud?” She remembers saying something about sperm counts and imagining another man’s cum, and that Adin had left her abruptly after that.
Her phone beeps on the kitchen counter. She finds a new message.
Dion: 8.30 at The Boardwalk. No need to text back. I’ll be waiting for you.
Miranda leaves her phone and downs a coffee then goes back to the bedroom. She’s waiting for her husband when he comes from the bathroom with a towel around his waist and drying his hair with another one.
“Hey….” He offers a smile that isn’t in his eyes.
“Hey yourself, Adin. You can’t be like this after what we did last night. It isn’t fair. I need you to be supportive unless you’ve decided it was a mistake and you blame me for it.”
“No! No, no…. It wasn’t a mistake, baby. That’s not it at all.” Adin sits and takes Miranda into his arms. “I’m just feeling fucking inadequate because of this fertility thing. It was just something you said that triggered it, but it’s all me – not you.”
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“You mean the sperm count thing? I can’t even remember what I said, Adin.”
“You just made it plain and clear that your husband fires blanks and other men fire live rounds, baby. And it’s true. And I wimped out pitying myself over it last night. And now I’m angry with myself.”
Miranda peers up. “But yours aren’t all blanks, and you’ve got an amazing cock, don’t forget…. The poor little sperms probably get so tired trying to swim all the way to the end of it.”
Adin’s chest shudders with a laugh. “Ouch that hurts.”
“Good. You big baby!” Miranda bites her husband’s shoulder. “I can’t believe you slept on the lounge!”
“Ouch! Hey!” He rubs where she bit him.
Miranda straddles him and pushes him back on the bed but has to press a hand to her forehead as her headache throbs. She frowns. “What the hell did Sienna make me drink last night?”
“I don’t know. That first round was vodka and something or other, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, but I think she changed for something else after the first few.” Miranda ignores the pain in her head and glares at her husband. “If you ever abandon me in bed again I’m going to more than bite you!”
Adin fiddles with her robe tie for a moment then slowly pulls it. “Last night was definitely no mistake,” he says.
“Really?” Miranda utters.
Adin moves her robe aside, uncovering her breasts. He just looks at them for a bit then glances up at her. “They liked these…. Guys were checking them out and talking about you up on the balcony.”
“What were they saying, Adin?”
“They were cheering that guy on – wanting him to get onto you.” Adin gulps. “One of them said how he thought you were up for it.”
Miranda blushes. “Up for it, huh?”
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