Adin snaps out of his trance and steps into the room. Miranda sits up smiling huge and wiping her mouth on the back of her wrist.
“Shit!” Corey exclaims, urgently fixing his pants. “Hey, man, she said you’d be cool with this.”
Adin looks from the guy’s reddening face to his wife. Her smile ends quickly, her eyes darkening with confusion and concern. Adin has held her stare for a few seconds but turns back to the guy he has never liked.
“Come on, man….” Corey protests, edging from the bed and backing away from it.
Adin can imagine the look that must be on his face. His resurgent anger morphs into resolve and calm certainty. He’s blocking the doorway. Corey has backed against the far wall with the bed and a sheet-wrapped Miranda peering worriedly between them. “Adin, don’t!” Miranda says with determination.
Adin flashes her another glance and gives the tiniest not of assent. He then looks back at the darting eyes of his fat neighbour. “Up to this point, you’re free and clear, Corey….” Adin pauses but maintains eye contact as he steps from the door on the opposite side of the bed to where Corey is bracing himself. There is now a narrow passage for flight. “Here’s the thing though….” Adin goes on, leaning back against a chest of drawers and folding his arms. “The free pass ends right here right now…. If you ever touch my wife again – and I don’t give a fuck about the circumstances leading up to that…. If you ever touch my wife again you’ll need to deal with me…. Clear?”
Corey has sucked in a breath. He nods a little – his eyes challenging. “This is fucked, man. I just…. You know…?” He motions to Miranda.
Adin shrugs. “And that’s why you get to walk away this time, dude…. Now walk before I change my fucking mind.”
Corey gulps and edges toward the door. He breaks eye contact with Adin to look to Miranda.
“Don’t even fucking look at her,” Adin growls, making his wife whimper and the guy lift his head again and squeeze past and out the door.
Adin turns to follow and see that Corey leaves the apartment. He’s right behind the guy, catching a final furtive glance before shutting and bolting the front door.
Miranda has regained colour and is glaring unhappily when Adin returns to her pulling her clothes on. She has her panties up and her top in place and is holding a pair of shorts, sorting them in the right way. “That was so unfair, Adin. You can’t threaten people like that. It wasn’t even his fault. I was the one who….”
Miranda’s speech is cut short as Adin grips her wrist and pulls her out of the room. “Hey, what the hell? Let me go!” she cries, but Adin drags her into the maim bedroom and flings her back onto the bed. She’s about the say something else but he launches onto the bed, straddling her and closing her mouth with his hand. She wriggles and squirms, glaring at him and gripping his arm. He takes her two wrists in his other hand and pins them above her head then lowers to eyeball her about an inch from her face.
“Say stop if you want me to stop. Otherwise shut the fuck up,” he tells her calmly.
Her eyes are wide and wild as he shifts her thighs apart with his and gets between them. Adin rolls back with his pelvis then grinds forward, nestling the underside of his erect cock into the moist heat of his wife’s pussy. He wiggles in more firmly then, whilst still eyeballing her, he pulls back then rolls his pelvis to split her open against his shaft. Her eyes then waver and roll upward, so he does it again, getting her mouth to open this time.
Adin removes his hand and covers Miranda’s mouth with his. Her eyes intensify again and she grits her teeth together tight. He grips and squeezes her face. She glares defiantly but her teeth part, and he sticks his tongue in. She arches her head back and away from him. He releases her face and reaches down to rip open his trousers and push them and his underwear down his thighs. She’s squirming and fighting against him. He’s still holding her wrists above her head and trying to capture her lips as she tosses her head side to side and arches it up and away from him. He has his cock out and pulls aside the crotch of her panties, guiding himself into her. “Uhh..hhh….” she moans as he inserts half his length. He gropes for her face again and covers her mouth with his as he pulls back than inserts deeper. “Ahh…hhh” she squeals into his mouth, her eyes wide and glaring again.
Adin releases his wife’s wrists and holds the top of her head as he surges all the way up inside of her. “Oh fuck yes,” he groans and pulls back then surges again, wiggling and squirming balls deep into her slick heat.
Miranda just whimpers. Her mouth is open now – her eyes softly closed. Adin searches deep with his tongue, intensely aware of the taste of semen. He’s fucking his wife with slow, measured insertions of his full length. Her legs have fallen either side of his, her body limp but gradually beginning to flex against his. He picks up his pace, rolling his pelvis and surging harder on the in-stroke. She lifts and grinds against him. He has abandoned her mouth and she’s biting his shoulder. Her hands are upon his back – her nails digging into his skin. He grips her across the shoulders and holds her firmly in place as he starts powering into her. She snakes her arms all the way around him and clings to his body. Her slender form tenses and convulses. He keeps driving into her, fucking her through her orgasm then jamming his length hard up into her and blowing his load while her hot juices gush over his balls.
Adin takes his wife’s mouth again and kisses her hard. She’s still out of it at first but soon arches her head back and away again. “Don’t – I can still taste him.”
Adin relents but when she looks at him he resumes just kissing her lips. He has her face cupped in his hands. There remains confusion and a touch of wildness in her eyes. Adin pulls back then rolls his hips to probe deep inside of her belly with his still-firm cock. “Tell me you’ll never let him touch you again.”
Miranda’s eyes soften and immediately water. “I’ll never let him touch me again….” There’s a quaver in her small voice.
Adin nods. “Good.” He kisses his wife softly once more.
She sniffles. “I don’t understand, Adin.”
Adin has stopped moving inside of her but just rests there and doesn’t pull out. He looks over Miranda’s pretty face, stroking it with his thumbs. “That was over the edge, baby…. This whole thing is right on the edge for me. It’s a fine balance between intense heartache and arousal…. You getting it on with this guy when I didn’t even know it was going to happen was over that edge and scared the shit out of me.” Adin takes a breath and swallows hard. “I need to at least have a say in who we do this with, baby. And to at least be there to be a part of it and that.”
“But of course you were a part of it,” Miranda implores. “I don’t want any of these guys without you…. And there’s no way I would have done this with Corey again anyway. I’d already decided that.”
“What do you mean?” Adin shifts from on top of his wife, his cock oozing from her.
“I mean I’d already thought about it and had no intention of doing this with any one guy too often.”
“Oh right…. Yeah, that makes sense.”
Miranda glares. “Duh! Of course it makes sense, you big bully!”
“Yeah, well, it still scared the shit out of me when I saw you pulling dipshit in here and we hadn’t even spoken about doing anything with him again.”
“You saw?” Miranda questions. “What – you were…?”
“Right there on the stairs.”
“Oh…. So, why didn’t you come in? When did you actually come in, Adin?”
“I don’t know…. I was just outside there feeling fucking sick until I got your text…. It looked like you were giving it up to the guy behind my back…. I didn’t know what you were thinking – what was going on.”
Miranda grimaces. “Hmm – sorry…. I was just thinking it would be fun to let you catch me with him. I knew you’d be home any minute.”
Adin throws an arm over his eyes and huffs a breath. “Well anyway, I think that’s enough, baby. I don’
t want to do this anymore – period.”
Miranda cuddles up immediately. “Me either,” she agrees softly.
“Yeah?” Adin checks with her.
“Yes – that’s enough…. I think it will just end up coming between us if we keep doing it, and there’s nothing else to experience anyway.” She scoots up to lie upon Adin’s chest and look at him. “I think if we stop now we can keep it as something positive and fun that we tried…. I think that’s enough, isn’t it?”
“Yeah absolutely, baby.” Adin sighs in relief. “You’re not just agreeing to please me, are you? You really feel the same way – that any more would be too much?”
“No, that’s how I feel too, Adin…. You scared me too – the way you threatened Corey like that…. I don’t want you getting into fights.”
Adin takes that in and strokes his wife’s hair. “And am I still going to be enough for you, baby?”
Miranda blushes sweetly. “Honestly?”
“Yeah honestly,” Adin tells her.
“Hmm….” She hums teasingly. “Would we be able to try some other things instead?”
“What other things?” Adin meets her smile. “Have you already thought about this?”
She nods – her eyebrows waggling. “I knew all along you’d freak out eventually…. But there’s something else I thought of that I wondered if we could try…. Like to keep things spiced up but just between us.”
“Oh yeah – anal?” Adin tries.
Miranda glares in mock horror. “No chance, scumbag! Forget that with your frigging horse dick!”
They share a laugh and Adin pulls his wife into a kiss. “So – what then, baby?”
“Um…. How would you feel about trying it in public?”
“In public? Like with people watching?”
“Hmm – no, I was thinking more of sneaking and risking getting caught actually…. Like with the guy at the bar and the one at the beach – only more deliberate and maybe even more daring!”
“Yeah?” Adin takes another kiss. “I like this idea, baby…. This could be fun….”
Chapter 12
Ideas about new and exciting sex games and any chance of regrets and recriminations over what they’ve tried so far is swept away the next morning when news arrives of the long-expected death of Miranda’s grandmother. The funeral is on the following Friday in their old home town. They drive up on the Thursday and stay with Adin’s parents over the weekend.
The mood is still sombre of course, but Adin and Miranda both have a few more days off work and upon returning home, they decide to go house hunting in anticipation of their upcoming move. Their plan for a house is a blank sheet of paper.
“I’m leaning towards brand new everything,” Miranda says over the breakfast table. “Like, new house – new suburb – new everything.”
Adin scrolls back a few pages of the listings they’ve been browsing. “How about Rangeville?” he suggests, clicking on a listing for vacant blocks in a new subdivision. “299K house and land sounds pretty achievable.”
Miranda turns Adin’s laptop to face her and scrolls down the page. “Only five percent deposit…. We could buy some new furniture!” she tries excitedly.
Adin chuckles. “Yeah, might have to do without a lawn for a while, though….”
They settle on Rangeville as first choice and take a drive out there that afternoon. The suburb is atop a hill with a distant view to the coastal high-rise. There are two hundred sites and they have half a dozen picked out before approaching the home sales office. By that evening they have transferred the deposit and have all but settled on a floor plan and colour scheme.
Midweek sees Adin back at his desk and folder of company audits he needs to get moving on. Miranda has the whole week off but returns to work the following Monday. The weekend after that they finalise details of the new home they are building – the timeline is under three months to completion.
It’s another six weeks into that with having barely mentioned anything of their sex games when Miranda plops onto Adin’s lap at the Saturday morning breakfast table. She kisses him and looks at his face. “I saw you talking to Corey yesterday…?”
“Yeah….” Adin shrugs, rolling his eyes. “The poor guy tried to apologise to me. I felt like a total dick.”
“Oh? You did?”
“Yeah, he’s not so bad really. It’s just a personality thing between us that’s probably more me than him.”
“Hmm, but it’s normal for some people to just not get along,” Miranda says, playing with Adin’s collar. “It doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with either of you.”
“No – I suppose…. Anyway I couldn’t wear an apology from him for what happened. It was in no way his wrong-doing.” Miranda doesn’t respond. Adin strokes hair from her face to see she’s blushing a little. “I guess I kind of over-reacted with him that day…. I told him as much and apologised myself.”
Miranda bites down on her lip and small grin. Her eyes lift. “I’m glad,” she says softly.
Adin nods, feeling his face flush a little as well. “There’s probably a reason for why I lost it that I haven’t said anything about yet…. Just something that’s been freaking me out a bit.”
“Which is?” Miranda asks warmly.
Adin draws a breath and expels. “Fuck it’s hard to explain, baby…. It was just that when I was standing there in the hallway watching him grinding on top of you, I didn’t know for sure that he wasn’t actually inside you…. I mean – I thought he wasn’t, but I wasn’t certain. And it was like it was in slow motion – and I knew he was about to cum – and I didn’t stop him!”
Miranda exaggerates a grimace – her eyes wide. “Oh!” She just glares. “That’s um…. Interesting!”
“It’s not interesting. It’s fucked up!” Adin huffs, shaking his head. “I mean – I really didn’t think he was inside you.”
“No – well, he definitely wasn’t…. I had my legs together – tight together!”
“Yeah exactly…. I could see that, baby…. I knew you were stopping him – I think!”
Miranda tilts in for a soft kiss. “There’s no way in the world I would let Corey inside me, Adin. That’s only for you.”
“I know, baby…. Fuck, I don’t know what I was thinking. I was completely fucking stunned at that point because I was still trying to get my head around how much of what you were doing was for real…. I mean, you didn’t even know I was there.”
“But none of it was real, Adin. The whole thing was just a sexy game we were playing.”
“Yeah, you should have tried it from my perspective, baby.” Adin chuckles into another kiss. “I should have taken Sienna up on her offer and made you watch, huh?”
Miranda glares – mouth agape – eyes smiling. “No. Way. Buddy,” she declares, poking Adin’s chest with each word.
Adin laughs. “See what I mean?”
“Ooh….” Miranda goes on with eyes narrowed. “You can just forget that right now. I’m not sharing, and that’s the end of it.”
“No, baby – I know that…. It wouldn’t be the same anyway.”
Miranda frowns questioningly at that. “How so?”
“Well, it’s just different. It’s more physical with guys. I know girls can’t switch off fully like that – or not even enough to be able to – well – share!”
“Hmm – okay. That kind of makes sense…. Guys can switch off enough, huh?”
Adin huffs another big breath. “Only just, baby! Only just!” He thinks about that some more – rationalising the thought for the first time. “Plus it changes over time afterward too. It sort of gets hotter and less painful – which is also why I had to say something to Corey yesterday…. I wanted to kill him at the time, but not anymore.”
“Hmm – I see….” Miranda is still quirking an eyebrow. “And does that mean you feel differently about what we said – about what we did being enough?”
Adin holds his wife’s eyes. “I don’t know – I
don’t feel as out-of-control as I did then. The whole thing just seems really hot now.”
“Yeah…?” Miranda’s eyes soften and waver. She gazes down then back up – biting a lip again.
Adin nods. His heart is thumping all of a sudden. He strokes his wife’s hair from a cheek and swallows hard. “Corey’s down there washing his car right now if you want to go and say hi.”
Miranda nods a little, shrugging. “I think he’s been too scared to say hello to me. And I actually really like him – especially after being with him like that.”
“Aw fuck….” Adin groans as his cock flexes beneath Miranda’s bottom.
She wiggles on it. “Oh wow!”
Adin gulps again. “We’re only going to be here for another month, I suppose….”
“Yeah….” Miranda utters into a kiss. “Except I think it was a good idea when we said it would be best to not play with the same guy too many times…. I definitely think Corey has had his turn going as far as that.”
Adin thrusts beneath her, taking her mouth harder. “Perfect, baby…. I think it might actually be my turn this morning anyway.”
Miranda giggles. “Oh really? Even after you said you want to have sex with my best girlfriend?”
“Yeah, but not for real.”
“Hmm – well, you have to wait anyway,” Miranda says into a parting kiss and she gets up and moves to cuddle Adin from behind. “I want you to save up for after I get back from my girls night out, because I’m going to be really horny by then.”
“Oh yeah?” Adin asks.
“Mmm – but just from maybe dancing with some guys. Nothing more than that,” Miranda tells him. “Not without you there!”
“Okay – that’s good,” Adin calls after his wife as she leaves him to clear away his breakfast dishes.
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