She is gone for only a minute then returns to sneak up and give another quick hug from behind Adin at the sink. “I’ll just go down and say a quick hi to Corey, okay?”
“Okay,” Adin says, turning back to see over his shoulder.
Miranda has on a little floral print summer dress. It’s incredibly short – the skirt flared and breezy. The top is cut low between her breasts and beneath her arms, held by thin spaghetti strings. She pushes back her hair and winds it into a band. “Is like this okay?” she checks sweetly.
Adin gulps and nods a little.
“I could put on a bra…?” Miranda says, plucking at the sides of her dress – the white roundness of her breasts bulging there.
“Go and see him like that, baby…. I want you to….”
“Uh huh,” Miranda utters and kisses Adin’s cheek. “If he wants to, I’ll just let him kiss me a little bit – that’s all,” she says and breezes away and out the door.
Adin goes to the lounge room window where he watches through the edge of the closed blinds. He can see Corey still there with his car nosed into the open garage, which is also his workshop. He seems to have finished washing and has all four doors open. He’s inside the car polishing the dashboard by the look of it. Miranda appears from the building directly below Adin and approaches the open passenger side, bending to look in and obviously being greeted by the guy. She sits in the seat, Corey sitting in the driver’s seat.
Adin watches them chat and laugh together for a while. He’s comfortably obscured from Corey’s view. Miranda glances up at their apartment a few times but doesn’t seem to focus on the lounge room window at all. Adin can see that she’s sitting with her bare legs swayed toward Corey, but there’s no contact between the two of them over the ten minutes Adin has been watching, so he leaves off and goes to pour another coffee. When he returns to the window a few minutes later, another of their neighbours has joined in the conversation, leaning on the open door beside Miranda.
This is an older man who Adin barely knows at all. He’s friends with Corey – the pair of them often hanging around the building together. Miranda is smiling as she chats with him as well. She laughs at something said and touches his arm, leaning closer and holding her neck, rubbing it as they continue talking.
Corey gets out of the car and walks around to the passenger side to stand beside his friend. Miranda stands and closes the car door. She’s facing the two men and places a hand on the older guy’s shoulder for balance while reaching down to do something with her sandal. The top of her little dress gapes and the two men tilt heads for a look. Miranda has her sandal off and is rubbing her heel. The string over that shoulder slips down her arm and her dress gapes more – enough that Adin can clearly see a nipple from where he is. The older guy she’s leaning on puts an arm around her waist, and Corey checks side to side then back up at the apartment building, his gaze flashing back and forth across the window where Adin is hidden.
Miranda has fixed her sandal and stands, placing her hand against the chest of the man still with an arm around her. She laughs as she pushes away from him. He gets in a little pat of her bottom and she smacks his wrist.
None of this is out of the ordinary for Adin. Miranda is always friendly and touchy-feely with men – always smiling up at them and leaning closer than is entirely comfortable for Adin – quite often drawing the kind of reaction she is right then from this older man. The guy has virtually cut in on Corey and taken over the situation. He points down at Miranda’s sandals, which seem to be the topic of conversation. She bends forward to look at them – her hands smoothing down to her knees and her top gaping forward fully this time. She remains positioned like that for a long few seconds while both men have a good look at her tits. She’s facing the apartment block and Adin can clearly see.
The older man shifts close and puts an arm around Miranda’s shoulders, leaning in and pointing to her feet and gesturing with his hand while talking. His head is by hers and she’s holding the skirt of her dress tight across her thighs and looking down with him. He tilts his head to one side and has another deliberate look at her tits. Corey is craning his neck to see as well. He has edged a bit closer and is standing on the other side of Miranda.
Miranda is still smiling as she stands with an arm going across her chest. Her other hand touches the one on her shoulder. She gathers the older man’s fingers there but just kind of clings to them without removing his hand. He leans close to her ear and seems to whisper something. She laughs, and he lifts her hand and twirls her away in an elaborate dance move then draws her pirouetting back into his arm.
The guy is pointing at Miranda’s shoes again. He lifts her arm and she does another spin – her little dress fanning out and flashing her thighs. Their attention moves to her dress. She smooths it down and plucks at the hem. They’re all looking down at her legs. The older guy lifts his head though, taking the opportunity with her bent forward to have another look at her tits. She checks them herself then smiles up at him, closing a hand to her chest again. He laughs and exaggerates his actions – feigning an overt attempt to look down her front.
Miranda keeps her hand pressed to her body and smiles from one man to the other. She lifts her arms and rakes back her hair, fixing it in its band and thrusting her clothed breasts forward while they both stare at them. The older guy is talking. Miranda nods – her eyes lighting up. He steps to her and takes her in a waltz hold with an arm around her and a hand upon her back. He then turns and dips her, holding her suspended while she smiles and blushes up at him. He has released her hand and it goes to his shoulder. He then clutches her hip and rubs up her side, scrunching the fabric of her dress and exposing the crotch of her panties.
Miranda releases the guy’s shoulders and arches right back, reaching for Corey. Her body is suspended taut now and she’s smiling playfully in the powerful hold of this man. He brings her back upright and she clutches around his neck. His arm is still around her. His hand has lowered to her hip and he’s casually rubbing her there. His thumb works lower and hooks beneath the hem of her dress. He then rubs upward again and has the skirt gathered above his hand. Miranda has taken to fiddling with his shirt front. She peers up at the guy and he tilts in and presses his lips to hers. Corey is checking around urgently. Adin’s heart is pounding.
The guy pulls Miranda close to his body, snaking an arm around her and up the back of her dress. The skirt is then bunched to her waist and her little white panties are fully exposed. His head is moving against hers as he seemingly takes her mouth harder. His other hand clutches her bottom but she hasn’t submitted completely and is squirming a little and trying to stretch her dress down into place with one hand. She wriggles harder and pushes back from the kiss, shrugging clear of the guy and covering her mouth with a hand.
Adin is stunned as he stands there with the blinds parted now. Miranda is shaking her head and backing away. The older man is grinning – hands out beckoning innocently. Corey suddenly lunges and shoves him against the car. Miranda disappears into the building. Adin watches for a moment but the two men just exchange a few heated words and the older one walks away.
Miranda closes the front door and rocks back against it. She’s beaming a smile. “Wow! Did you see?”
“I saw,” Adin says, approaching and tugging the front of her dress to draw her to him. “I saw my beautiful wife being a cock-tease.”
Miranda giggles. “Hey – he didn’t need any teasing! He’s a frigging old horn dog.”
“I can’t believe he went for you like that though, baby. I didn’t think he’d grab you and kiss you.”
“Hmm….” Miranda breathes into a kiss. “That’s because Corey’s got a big mouth.”
“Oh right…. So, that guy knows about…?”
“Yeah, not in detail, I don’t think. But he knows Corey’s been getting with me and must have figured he could too.”
“Obviously,” Adin says, not impressed. “Seems I might have apologised to Corey a bit
too quickly.”
“Hmm – I know. But it’s exciting,” Miranda entices. “Although I’m so glad we’ll be moving from here soon.”
Adin slips a hand down Miranda’s front and up under her dress. He feels into her through the crotch of her panties. “Fuck you’re hot, baby….” He peels the sodden fabric aside and opens her pasted lips. “Wet too, huh?”
“Yes, they made me so wet,” Miranda utters into Adin’s mouth, and she squirms away from his hand. “But that’s for them – not you…. I would have let that man have me if it was somewhere more private…. Did you see him having a good look down my dress?”
“Yeah I saw,” Adin says – his cock firming as Miranda squeezes it.
“Mmm – but I don’t want you inside me until tonight, okay? I want some other men to get me ready for you….”
“Yeah okay,” Adin groans into his wife’s mouth.
She pushes away and leaves him braced there against the wall. She’s in the bedroom for a while and comes out in her jogging gear, giving him a cheek kiss and heading back out the door.
Chapter 13
Adin sees his wife to her girlfriend’s car that night when it arrives to pick her up. She’s in a straight skirt to mid-thigh and a tight-fitting little tube top that shows her toned belly. Her perfume is beautiful and fills Adin’s senses with their parting hug and cheek press.
It’s just after seven. He has decided he won’t be sitting around watching the clock and stressing out over what she will be getting up to. The party is the usual crowd from work and a couple of other girls Adin has net once or twice. There are six of them – all married bar Ness, who has a new boyfriend. Adin imagines Miranda will be flirting and dancing with some guys, but he’s comfortable in her safety and security there at The Boardwalk.
Rather than sit around home, he strolls down the street to a local tavern and sits at the bar watching a country and western band who he’s seen before and are pretty good. He drinks lite beer and spends a few hours, grabbing a counter meal. He’s back home at nine and is surprised to find a text from Miranda on his phone. It’s time stamped an hour old. He opens it a bit anxiously as he’s supposed to be picking her up when she’s ready.
Miranda: Don’t freak out but guess who’s here? Carlton!
Adin tries to call but gets diverted to voice mail. He types.
Adin: Are you okay baby? What’s going on?
Adin puts his phone on the coffee table and stares at it for ten minutes before grabbing his keys and heading for the door. He’s in the car and about to start it when his phone buzzes with a text.
Miranda: Everything’s fine. Come get me in an hour okay? I’ll watch for you to park right out front.
Adin: Okay baby. See you in an hour.
Adin huffs a breath and rests back in the seat. There’s a designated drop-off zone in front of the bar, so he can’t go and park there to wait. It’s exactly fifteen minutes to drive. He shakes off the deliberations and drives anyway.
The thought of the dude Carlton anywhere near Miranda is unsettling, but again – she’s in a public place that has good security and is obviously having a good enough time to not want to be picked up yet. The fact that Carlton didn’t actually do a lot wrong also settles in Adin’s mind. It has turned out that the guy was in fact the catalyst for their new and exciting sex game. It was his interest in Miranda that started all of this, Adin reasons as he sits parked along from the bar watching the party night crowd walking along both sides of the street and strolling across it everywhere. Perhaps he even owes the guy a debt of gratitude for the way he seemed to awaken this new and erotic streak within his wife.
As if on cue, Carlton walks from The Boardwalk out onto the street. He’s alone and looks around before strolling along a bit and entering the admissions foyer of the bar, appearing a moment later on a first floor landing to a line of rooms, where he enters the door to the one on the far end of the building.
Adin settles even easier now that he knows the guy is no longer in the bar with Miranda. He has convinced himself that, put into perspective with everything else that has happened, Carlton is no longer any kind of threat to his marriage. Adin is able to relax into that notion, yet there remains a sense of cautious distrust – just an inkling that the guy is somehow not what he seems to Miranda.
*
Exactly on time, Adin pulls up in front of the bar and Miranda waves from a table right there at the front window. She gives hugs and kisses to the other girls and hurries to the car. Adin pulls out to allow a couple of cars behind him to get into the small stopping bay.
“Turn here!” Miranda says excitedly. It’s a left turn down a narrow laneway. Adin takes it before he has a chance to ask why. “There! There! Pull up!” his wife demands.
It’s a spot between a couple of dumpsters. They’re at the back of the bar – the dark little street deserted.
“Come on!” Miranda continues, smiling huge, and she gets out of the car. Adin quickly follows, beeping the door locks. She has stopped beneath a dull street lamp. There’s a dark alcove to a door with a Fire Exit sign on it. She waves for him to come quickly, and as he approaches, she turns to face one wall of the alcove and tugs her skirt up. “Fuck me, Adin…!”
Adin says nothing – just presses behind his wife. He grips her thighs and rakes up them while taking her mouth over her shoulder. He squeezes and kneads her flesh, her legs parting and her hips flaring. He touches her pussy with the forefingers of both hands. She moans into his mouth. She’s completely slick with her lubricating juices.
“Where are your panties?” he groans into her neck.
“I didn’t wear any…. Just fuck me and fill me up, Adin…. Please?”
Adin rips open his jeans and pushes them down a bit. Miranda works his cock free and strokes him firm enough. She positions the head and he enters her. She releases him and grips a rickety stair rail. He holds her hips and works his length in, firming to full erection quickly. “Mmm – like that,” Miranda moans, wiggling back against him. “This is so naughty, isn’t it?”
“It’s fucking hot, baby,” Adin agrees, riding her now. She’s always tight for him and is so incredibly slick. The exciting and horrifying thought of her possibly having been fucked already that night only drives him on and has him pressed against her bottom humping powerfully. There are soon footsteps and male voices. Two guys stop and shut up talking. Adin looks at them. Miranda has turned her head too. Adin is still inside of his wife but has slowed fucking her. He lies down over her and kisses her neck.
“It’s okay – I don’t mind,” she whispers to him.
One of the guys chuckle. “Yeah, dude, don’t mind us.”
Adin pulls back and thrusts again.
“Yeah, fucking nail her,” the other guy urges. “That’s that chick, isn’t it?” he confers with his friend.
“Yeah, I knew someone would be getting onto her, eh!”
“Fuck yeah – check out her tits, man…. Come on, man, nail her good,” that guy groans, and Adin grips his wife’s shoulders and starts pounding against her bottom.
“Uhh..hhh..hh…” Miranda moans breathily, her head still turned as she watches the two men.
Adin is too close and has to slow down for a bit. He slips hands up Miranda’s front and feels her tits. She squirms back against him and rubs with her head, lifting and thrusting her chest forward. Adin kisses her neck, nuzzling up to her ear. “Should I?” he whispers, hooking thumbs in her top and bra.
“Yeah, man – come on show us!” one of the guys says evenly.
“Okay….” Miranda tells Adin and she shrugs the strings from her shoulders.
Adin pulls her top and bra down. She reaches back and holds his head – her body arched and her heavy globes bouncing as Adin resumes fucking her. The two men watch on quietly, only a few yards away but not attempting to approach any closer. Miranda rests forward holding the hand rail again and Adin grips her hips and works up to a steady rhythm of long strokes that end in re
sounding smacks against her bare bottom.
“Yes – like that,” Miranda urges him on and he increases the speed and force of his thrusts. “Uhh…hhh..hhh…” she suddenly cries out and he lifts her body and hugs it to his. She’s planted firmly on his shaft and he can feel her vagina clenched around it. She stifles more moans and buries her face against Adin’s neck. He gives another short thrust, then another – his balls completely full and bursting with a torrent of cum shooting up inside of his wife.
“Yeah, fucking nice,” one of the guys says distinctly. They’re muttering between themselves otherwise.
Adin just holds Miranda close and remains inside of her. She’s snuggling and smooching his neck and face, her hand resting upon his hips and keeping him there behind her. The two guys have shifted a little and are looking at her front. The light is dull but there’s enough visibility for them to see her pussy, Adin is sure.
She leans forward again and Adin pulls back then rocks against her. One of the guys edges close beside him and looks at where he’s inside of his wife. Adin withdraws almost all the way out and leans back so the guy can see. The other guy shifts closer and cranes his neck for a look as well. Miranda is peering back over her shoulder.
Adin inserts all the way then slowly withdraws again. “Uhh..hhh…” Miranda moans softly – her eyes wide as she glares back at everyone. Adin spreads her bottom and holds her open, presented for viewing by the two guys who are leaning in closer.
“Yeah, that’s fucking nice…. Can I use the light from my phone?” one of them asks. “Just the flash light…?”
“Yeah, look but don’t touch, though,” Adin tells them both, and he meets Miranda’s blank stare.
The phone lights up. It’s held close while Adin inserts then slowly withdraws again. His cock is stretching the reddened folds of Miranda’s pussy.
“Aw fuck that’s long, man. Come all the way out, eh? Show us inside….”
Adin inserts once more then pulls slowly back, withdrawing all the way until his cock head opens Miranda’s pussy lips and slips out of her. The guy is holding his phone only inches away. Adin uses his thumbs to keep her slit open. Miranda is watching intently – her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open. Adin meets her eyes with a quick glance but tilts to look back down at what he’s doing. He inserts both thumbs and pulls her open wider. “Uhhmmm yes,” Miranda whines, frowning and reaching back with one hand to pull aside a cheek of her bottom herself.
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