Sienna nods slowly. “Okay then, but with who, exactly?”
“It’s going to be on the weekend at the resort.” Miranda’s blush deepens. “With Wesley and Simon – and maybe another man as well.”
Sienna’s mouth opens. “So – a gangbang?”
“Hmm – I’m not sure how it’s going to work yet…. I don’t think it will be a gangbang as such. They’re actually going to be servicing me and trying to get me um…. You know!” Miranda rolls eyes down to her belly.
“Oh shit! Seriously? To get you pregnant?”
Miranda nods. “Maybe…. It’s a big part of the idea.”
“Oh really? And the other part…?”
“Um – for it to happen while Adin’s watching, I hope…. For him to have to watch while other men have me…” Miranda takes another breath and looks at her friend. “While they have turns fucking me by the sound of it.”
“Oh my god this is so crazy and so fucking hot,” Sienna cries excitedly. “I wonder if I could get Paul to think about it too…. I mean, the other nudie people at the resort are all swinging, so it wouldn’t be a huge step beyond where we’re already going…. But what did you say to Adin? How did you talk him into it?”
“No – I didn’t talk him into it. I seriously didn’t. It might even be more his idea than mine, I think.” Miranda frowns a little in thought over that. “Actually, I’m a bit worried that he hasn’t tried to talk about it again since we decided. Which was like 48 hours ago almost.”
The front door opens right then and the girls grimace to each other. Adin walks in and kisses Miranda’s cheek. “Hi, baby. Hey, Sienna.”
“Hi, Adin, we were just talking about what you guys are going to be getting up to on the weekend,” Sienna blurts.
Miranda glares at her but she just smiles back and waggles her brows.
“Oh okay – sorry – didn’t mean to interrupt,” Adin says easily. Miranda looks to him apologetically. He bends to her and kisses her lips. “It’s good to confide in Sienna, baby…. This is no small thing and there will be no undoing it.” He takes a beer from the fridge and smiles as he leaves the kitchen headed for the front balcony.
Miranda looks to her friend. Sienna upturns her hands and shrugs. “Smart man.”
“Hmm – I guess…. And that sounded positive, right? It sounded like he still wants to, didn’t it?”
“He must still want to if he’s telling you to take my advice, Mi.”
Miranda peers around the doorway to see Adin has gone out onto the balcony where he wouldn’t be able to hear them talking. “Oh, I so hope he doesn’t change his mind,” she says under her breath. “I really want this in both ways.”
“Yeah, and so you want to be pregnant to some other man? Are you going to be able to handle that?”
“I know. That’s the bit that makes me the most nervous, but the more I think about it the more I want it.” Miranda checks around the doorway again. “As much as I love Adin, I so need to be taken by a man who can give me a baby…. I can’t wait to feel a man on top of me who can service me properly in that way.”
“Yeah I guess,” Sienna whispers back. “And how will you feel later, being near a guy you might be pregnant to? That could be tricky.”
Miranda rolls her eyes. “Oh shit…. I’d probably feel so hot for him and want to get down on my knees and give him sexual pleasure.”
Both girls giggle.
Miranda goes on more seriously. “I’d love for Adin to have to watch me pleasure them if I was pregnant…. Like him having to watch me thanking them for their service.”
“Ooh shut up – you’re making me wet now,” Sienna complains.
“Mmm – me too…. You’re the one who said it, though. And now I’m going to have to think about that too.”
“Well, you should talk to Adin about it, then…. Just ask him how he’d feel about the guy fucking you through your pregnancy. I’ve heard you can be pretty horny all the way through.”
“Hmm….” Miranda huffs a breath. “That might be a bit risky. Maybe pushing my luck a bit far.”
They share another giggle. Sienna gets up and grabs her keys. “I’ll take half your luck, bitch,” she says with a cheek kiss. “See you tomorrow, and don’t forget we’re having drinks at The Boardwalk.” She turns back from the door. “But we’re going to behave ourselves, right?”
“Yeah, just us girls this time!” Miranda calls after her.
*
Miranda cooks and serves the evening meal. She sits across the table from her husband, watching him eat and wondering what thoughts have him so quiet and pensive these past few days. He tells her about his day and about a company he has to do an audit on – political pressure to get the job done immediately – and that it will likely require a trip away and possibly another in a few weeks’ time. After dinner he hides in the spare room on his computer again while Miranda watches television. She takes him coffee. He has serious looking work stuff up on screen and his eyes are tired as he rests back in his chair and sips the hot drink.
“Thanks, baby….”
Miranda gives him a shoulder rub then leaves him with a cheek kiss. She returns to the series she’s watching on TV, yawning through another episode before shutting down ready for bed.
She’s rinsing the coffee cups when Adin cuddles her from behind and kisses her neck. “I just got an email letting me know I have to do an overnighter tomorrow, baby. We’ve got to do some preliminary work on-site and they’re putting us up in a hotel so we can get it done fast.”
“Oh really? Just the one night, though?”
“Yeah sure. Plus it means I‘ll be able to get Friday afternoon off, so all good for our weekend.”
“Hmm – okay. I guess if you have to you have to.” Miranda turns and cuddles close.
“Hey, are you okay?” Adin asks, kissing the top of her head.
Miranda nods without looking up. “I hope it was alright I was telling Sienna about what we’re doing. I figured she would have found out anyway, and it really was good to talk to her.”
“No – it’s cool, baby. I’ve been thinking about nothing else myself this past two days.”
“Oh…?” Miranda looks up. “Have they been mostly positive or negative thoughts?”
Adin huffs a breath. “Good question, baby…. I’d say both at the same time – the whole idea positive and negative all in one.”
“Yeah…?” Miranda utters.
“Yeah, but I’m slowly coming to terms with the negative – just accepting it….” Adin takes Miranda’s hand and leads her to the lounge, guiding her to his lap. “It’s so confusing because even the idea of you ending up pregnant to another man isn’t all bad…. I almost like the thought a little bit.”
“Me too,” Miranda says, holding her husband’s eyes. His face is flushed. Her entire body is suddenly tingling. “Are you going to watch them fuck me?” Miranda asks, and her husband nods the tiniest bit. “Are you going to watch these other men making a baby inside me?” she goes on excitedly.
“Yeah, I’m going to watch,” Adin says, stroking her face and just looking at her. “I’m going to watch you being fucked and pumped full of sperm.”
“Uh huh…” Miranda moans and opens to be kissed. “I want it from them, Adin…. I want to be pregnant to another man so badly now.”
“Yeah?” Adin groans, taking her mouth. “I want it too, baby…. It’s going to be so fucking hard for me, but I want it to happen.”
“Mmm – hard for you but hopefully nice for them…. I’m going to wax my pussy on Friday so I’m perfectly smooth…. I want to be the best fuck I can be for them,” Miranda breathes into her husband’s mouth. “Whether they want to gangbang me or have turns…. They can have me all weekend, Adin…. Tell them they can use my mouth anytime they want to get hard. Or they can make me swallow some of their cum as well.”
Adin lifts Miranda and takes her to bed. He pins her wrists above her head and fucks her. She suspends her lower body off
the bed and grinds on his cock, screaming as her orgasm hits then being pounded into the mattress and flooded with her husband’s suspect quality semen.
*
Adin’s flight is at 8 in the morning. Miranda sees him off at the airport terminal and drives the Range Rover to work. Sienna has already put the idea of swinging to Paul, and received a curious and warmly positive response. This sets the tone for conversation between the girls all day and has them giggling over a few drinks at The Boardwalk that afternoon.
There is no dance crowd at The Boardwalk on a Wednesday afternoon. Miranda and Sienna have a table right up the front by the window to the street. Sienna comes back from the bar with a third round of drinks. “This will have to be your last if you’re going to be driving home,” she instructs.
Miranda nods and has a big sip. “I’ve got to go,” she says and heads through the clusters of after-work drinkers to the bathroom way over behind the dance floor and band stand. Luckily there’s no line-up, so she’s in and out quickly. She’s then squeezing along a wall when her arm is grabbed and she’s pulled around a corner and pressed back against the side of a vending machine. “Oh – Dion – hey!” she says, startled.
“Hey, Mi. Been waiting for you to turn up again,” the guy says and grips her face, pressing his lips over hers.
Miranda pushes against his solid chest and thrusts her head away. “Don’t! You’re drunk, Dion. Stop it.”
“Aw come on, sweetheart. You’re such a fucking cock tease,” the man growls and gropes between Miranda’s legs as he tries to kiss her again.
“Stop it, Dion! I don’t want to!” Miranda cries, frightened now. “Get off me!” she yells, and suddenly another couple of men are pulling the guy off of her. One of the security staff then arrive and Dion is dragged away. Two women see to Miranda and help her straighten her clothing and keep the rubber-necking crowd from getting too close. The manager of the bar checks with her to see if the police are needed but Miranda doesn’t wish to press charges, feeling a bit sorry for the guy in as much as she actually has been teasing him quite a bit.
The two men who were first to her rescue are chatting together nearby. “Thank you so much,” Miranda tells them, meeting big smiles.
One of the men is a stranger. The other is the handsome blond surfer in a suit – Carlton. He stays leaning against a wall when the other man accepts Miranda’s hug and moves on.
“Hello, you,” Miranda says.
Carlton takes her hands and tugs her close. “I always knew that guy was a bit weird…. He’s here every night – waiting for you, I think…. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine…. He just made up my mind for me about this being my last night at The Boardwalk for a while, though.”
“That’s right. You’re leaving town soon, aren’t you? When is that, exactly?”
“Um – a little while yet. It depends on when our new house is ready.”
“Oh yeah…. The new house with the white picket fence. A proper little family home with dogs and cats – babies soon too, eh?” Carlton tugs Miranda closer still. “But still just a sexy young wife at the moment….” He takes her lips softly. “And still up for some fun on the side before all that serious married stuff…?”
Miranda takes a breath, her heart fluttering as it always does when she falls into Carlton’s blue eyes. He keeps both of her hands clutched within his and takes her lips again softly. “Um – Carlton….” Miranda breathes into his mouth.
“Yeah…?” he asks and tilts his head the other way to press to her lips softly again.
“I shouldn’t be doing this tonight,” Miranda tells him, but he takes her into his arms and bends her back, pressing more firmly to her lips until she parts them and allows his tongue to enter her mouth.
Miranda submits to the power of his embrace and just clings to his shirt. He breaks off kissing her and is touching her face while delving into her eyes. “Why shouldn’t you be doing this tonight, beautiful?”
“I just shouldn’t…. Because of my husband,” Miranda utters, but her lips are taken again and she opens and accepts the guys tongue as he probes deep into her mouth. They are in a quiet area between the toilets and a staff passage way that leads to the back of the bar and the kitchen. There’s a bank of payphones and a small couch. Carlton sits and pulls Miranda onto his lap. She fiddles with his collar, her gaze lowered. “Adin likes me to get with other guys like this, but not with you, Carlton…. He’d be upset by this if he knew.”
“Yeah, but I want it, and so do you…. And he doesn’t have to know.” Carlton lifts Miranda’s chin and kisses her softly. He works her mouth open and inserts his tongue again. He presses her back against the corner of the small couch and continues kissing her hard while rubbing up her back beneath her blouse. He squeezes her bra clasp and undoes it, her bra springing open and her breasts sagging free. Miranda glares at him as he feels around her front and covers a tit with his big hand. “Just let me – okay?” he says and tweaks that nipple then gropes across to her other bare tit, isolating the nipple and rubbing with his thumb while pressing to Miranda’s lips again. “Where is he, anyway? Is he picking you up tonight?”
“No – he’s away with his work for the night,” Miranda says and arches her chest against the contact of the guy’s hand. “Uhh..hhh… but people are going to see,” she moans into a kiss.
“You’re right. Come on….” Carlton takes her hand and pulls her along the narrow corridor that leads behind the kitchen and out a door. They are then climbing external stairs to the first level where Carlton swipes a key card and coaxes Miranda into a room. He presses her back against the door and takes her lips again. He’s forceful but her body is all a tingle and her head is swimming. “You are a bit of a tease, you know?” he says into his kiss. He’s smiling as he says it, though.
“Uh huh….” Miranda utters.
The guy stops kissing her and looks into her eyes as he feels down over her belly and up under the front of her skirt. He touches her through the crotch of her panties, and she opens her mouth to tell him she can’t but no sound comes out. Miranda clings to the guy’s wrist as he massages her open and works her clit, still through the quickly dampening fabric of her panties.
“I really shouldn’t be with you, Carlton. Adin will know. I won’t be able to lie to him.”
Carlton smiles. “I don’t care if he finds out…. I want him to know I can take his wife anytime I want.”
“Uhh..hhh… but I can’t,” Miranda utters as fingers slide up into her.
“Sure you can,” Carlton breathes into her ear. He’s pressed against her now – his fingers working her slowly through the leg of her panties. “This feels like my slick little pussy right now not Adin’s.”
“Uhh..hhh…” Miranda moans, and the guy finger bangs her hard and fast for a bit then eases off.
Carlton takes her lips and inserts his tongue. He keeps working her deep with his fingers and mashing her clit until a mild orgasm pulses through her belly. “Yeah that’s it, baby, cum for me.”
“Uh huh – it’s for you,” Miranda utters, clinging to the guy’s body now.
“Yeah, so this is mine, right? And it’s all wet and ready.” He’s freeing his cock.
“Yes it’s yours, but please don’t?” Miranda can feel him working the head of it between her pussy lips, opening her. She just clings to his shoulders, hoping he’ll stop but desperate for him to defy her. She squeezes her legs together. He has his shaft in his fist and is wiping his cockhead up between her clenched thighs and through her slick opening.
“Suck me off real nice or I’ll have to fuck you,” he growls into her ear.
Miranda’s blush tingles up her body and heats her face. “Okay….” she utters, relieved to be told to perform a lesser evil than she had wanted to. There’s a hand upon her shoulder pushing her down.
“Real nice now and all the way to your prize,” Carlton tells her, smirking.
“Uh huh….” Miranda utters obediently and
has to squat rather than kneel on the hard floor. “But it’s too thick for my mouth,” she adds, concerned. She can’t close her hand all the way around the base of his shaft. He’s not overly long but he’s thicker than she’s ever seen before, and the head of his cock is huge. She gulps and takes a breath, opening wide and taking in the head and a few inches of shaft before her mouth is completely full.
“There you go…. That’s nice,” Carlton says warmly, just holding the back of her head lightly and encouraging her while beginning to thrust gently. “That’s good, baby – just use your soft little hand and stroke it.”
Miranda pulls back for another big breath. “It’s so thick….” she says, peering up at the guy. “I can’t take it any deeper.”
“I know…. No one can take it much deeper than that…. Just stroke it nice and suck on the head for me.” He resumes thrusting through Miranda’s fist and into her mouth. “Fuck yeah – like that…. Suck it like you want your husband to see.”
“Hmm….” Miranda moans over the surge of the thing into the back of her mouth. She has the shaft wet with her spit and can feel the powerful flex of it spreading her hand. She’s wondering about the guy’s balls but they’re inside his pants and underwear, his dick poking out through the fly of his suit trousers. She stops to catch her breath and rest her jaw for a minute. He takes over massaging the head while she kisses the underside of the amazing shaft. It’s steel wrapped in hot skin and roped in thick veins. Miranda nips and sucks on it while unable to resist the urge to feel the guys balls. She clutches and squeezes. They’re huge and heavy. She moans excitedly as she kisses her way along the side of the shaft and has the head forced back into her mouth.
“Aw fuck yes,” Carlton groans and grips a handful of her hair. “Adin’s wife has a very nice mouth,” he says to himself. “Haven’t you, baby?”
“Uh huh….” Miranda says, gulping and nodding, then taking another quick breath before taking the head of Carlton’s cock back in and sucking and bobbing faster. She’s moving in time with his thrusts, keeping pace as they grow more urgent. Her legs are beginning to cramp, being modestly bent to one side and with her weight on the balls of her feet. She’s holding his belt at his hip for support and working the angry shaft of his cock with her other hand. The excitement of sucking a strange man off is waning, and fear of him ejaculating is welling in her mind. She’s trying to imagine how much of it there’s going to be and how hard he’s going to shoot – the sheer power of the thing in her hand and mouth quite daunting.
Shared Wife Miranda: Sperm Count (Full Service Book 2) Page 15