“Oh fuck!” he suddenly cries out and thrusts hard, gripping Miranda’s hair tight in his fist and holding her in place. The shafts she’s squeezing and pushing against throbs, then throbs again, then a spurt of semen bursts from the thick eyelet and squirts into her throat.
Miranda has her eyes squeezed shut and her throat closed as best she can, with her mouth so wide open and full. Carlton’s cock is pulsing steadily now, and his cum is flooding her mouth. She gulps down a thick, gooey pool of it, but more of it continues to gush over her tongue. Carlton has relaxed his hold on her hair and allowed her to pull back a bit. She swallows heavily again and winces at the powerful taste. Then she takes a breath and sucks gently on the swollen cockhead in her mouth, testing the open eyelet with the tip of her tongue and swirling around the ridge of the glans.
“Mmm – was that nice?” she asks, smiling up.
“It was fantastic, beautiful…. Was it good for you?”
“There was so much of it,” Miranda tells him and holds the heavy penis upright and kisses her way down the underside.
Carlton is stroking her hair. “Yeah, that was a huge load. You’ve had it coming for a while, though.”
“I know – but I wasn’t supposed to go that far. Especially with you.”
Carlton chuckles. “All the better.”
“Hmm – I don’t know about that…. Adin will be so upset with me, but he’s going to be seriously angry with you!”
“Oh yeah?” Carlton chuckles more and takes Miranda’s hand to help her stand. He keeps a hand and leads her to sit on his bed. It’s a simple motel style room with the only other seat being a single kitchen chair at a small table. He leans back on the bed, still smiling. “I’m not scared of your husband, Miranda. He caught me by surprise last time.”
Miranda is wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, the taste of cum filling all her senses and coating her teeth as she swallows again. She doesn’t lean back with the guy and doesn’t respond to his boast either.
“And how is he going to find out, anyway? I don’t think Sienna even saw me down there tonight.”
“He’ll find out because I’m going to tell him,” Miranda says simply. “Of course I’m going to tell him – he’s my husband.”
Carlton has claimed Miranda’s hand again and is intertwining fingers. He shrugs. “And what exactly are you going to tell the guy? Does he like the details? Does he get off on all this?”
“Yeah, some of it – when we do it together…. He’s just going to be upset and angry over this, though…. And you should be scared of him, Carlton. Don’t joke about it.”
Carlton’s smile fades and his face reddens a bit. “I can take care of myself.”
“No you can’t – not against Adin,” Miranda goes on warmly, squeezing the guy’s hand in both of hers. She frowns her concern. “I know you’re a strong man, Carlton. I’ve felt how manly you are. But you’re nowhere near as strong as Adin…. Seriously – if he comes looking for you over this, you’ll be in danger of being badly hurt.”
“Fuck! You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Yes…. You should at least move to another hotel…. He knows you’re staying here.”
Carlton chuckles again, but the tone is sardonic now. “So, if this guy is such a bad arse, how come you’re going to tell him and send him after me? That isn’t very nice after what we just did together.”
Miranda grimaces apologetically. “Sorry, but I can’t lie. I’m hopeless at it…. Adin will just see right through me and be even more angry if I try to hide any of this from him.” She expels a big breath. “I’ll have to tell him the simple truth – that you grabbed me and kissed me again, and that I couldn’t resist you because you’re gorgeous – which is so true – and that you took me up here and told me to suck you off.”
“And that you loved it,” Carlton adds quickly. “Don’t forget that bit.”
Miranda bites down on her smile. “Okay. I’ll tell him I loved it,” she says sweetly. “But that won’t help you with him…. He’s going to be angry, and he’ll want to fuck me and fight you.”
Carlton laughs. “Well fuck – if I’m up for a beating, I might as well make it worth it.” He pulls Miranda down beside him and moves over her.
“No – I have to go…. Sienna will be looking for me and freaking out by now.” Miranda turns away from a kiss.
“Aw come on, beautiful. I actually am leaving in the morning. I’m all done here and headed home.”
“Oh really? Your work’s finished?”
“Yeah, all tidied up today.” He motions to his bag on the kitchen chair. “All packed ready for a 7am flight.”
“Oh that’s wonderful. I’m so glad…. I would have tried to talk Adin out of coming after you, but it’s much better if you’re not going to be around anyway.”
“Yeah, but that makes this our last chance to be together,” Carlton goes on and nuzzles Miranda’s lips open.
She closes her mouth and lifts her head. “But I can still taste you so strong.”
He kisses her neck and rubs down over her belly, cupping her crotch through her panties. Miranda holds his head and opens her legs for him. “Let me keep these?” he breathes into her ear and pulls her panties from one hip. She lifts her bottom and closes her legs as he tugs them down her thighs. He gets up on his knees and takes then from her ankles. He’s massaging his cock and looking at her. She lies twirling her hair and watching his face. She opens her legs again. He lowers over her, and she grips his hair as he kisses her inner thigh and nips and sucks his way down to her sex.
Miranda’s eyes widen and she catches a breath as he kisses her pussy. He presses his mouth over it and delves deep with his tongue. He has hands beneath her thighs and is pulling her labia wide open. “Uh huh – like that,” she utters, watching him. “But just really quickly, okay…?”
“Yeah, but take off your blouse and bra for me. I want another look at your tits.”
“Mmm… Uhh.hhh…” Miranda moans as he lashes his tongue through her slit again. He pokes it in deep then slices back and forth. She supports herself up on one arm and undoes her blouse. He sucks on her labia, peering up watching her. She pulls her blouse off completely and removes her bra. “Uhh…hhh…” she moans some more as he attacks her swollen clit, making her arch up and grip his hair again. She grinds against his mouth. He alternates between working her clit and sucking her inner folds. “Yeah…. Uhh..hhh… yeah,” she utters, gulping and clinging harder to his scruffy blond locks. “Uhhh!” she cries as he inserts fingers.
“Yeah, that’s so fucking tight,” he groans into her. “Cum for me, beautiful…. Cum in my mouth while your husband’s away.”
“Uh huh…. Yeah like that….” Miranda moans and fists two handfuls of bed cover, splaying her legs as wide as she can and glaring down at the head buried in her crotch. Her orgasm hits hard, thumping through her and making her squirm away from the tongue still probing her.
Miranda collapses back onto the bed covering her pussy with a hand. Carlton’s face is stern as he straddles her waist with his trousers and underwear hanging off one leg. His cock is swollen and bolt upright. He presses it down and squeezes her sweaty breasts around it. He squashes them flat and starts fucking them. She watches taken aback a little, but she arches upward for him and pushes her breasts from bulging at the sides.
“Does he ever fuck these?” Carlton asks. “They’re perfect for it.”
Miranda shakes her head. This is something she can remember Adin doing a couple of times early on in their marriage, but only briefly before entering her properly.
Carlton stops thrusting and reaches back to feel into her pussy. He inserts fingers then pulls them out, holding up his hand with his fingers dripping with her juices and bringing it to use as lube for her tits. He wipes the clear fluid over and around his cock then holds it down with that hand and resumes thrusting. “That’s it – push them together for me…. Fucking love your tits, baby.”
“Y
eah, you like them?” Miranda teases, pressing firmly and keeping his cock enclosed as he leans over her on both hands and glares down at what he’s doing.
Miranda bends her head down as far as she can and opens her mouth. She extends her tongue and touches the engorged head of the guy’s dick. He’s thrusting with long strokes – his balls heavy against her belly and his rigid shaft hot as it slides through her tits. “Mmm – I want it,” she moans and tries to capture the head. He obliges and lifts higher up her body, his cockhead surging into her mouth. He thrusts once, and again, then pulls back and slides his cock back between her breasts.
Miranda smiles up at the guy. He’s smiling too. His brows flicker playfully. He has resumed tit fucking her long and slow. “Nearly there,” he says, grimacing.
“Uh huh…. Your balls are so huge,” Miranda utters. “I want to taste you again.”
“Aw fuck…. Here it is…. Yeah, fucking eat it,” he growls, surging and gripping a handful of Miranda’s hair while squeezing his shaft and holding his spurting cockhead in her mouth.
Chapter 17
Adin checks his phone for a message. His call to Miranda twenty minutes ago went unanswered and she usually just calls back when that happens. There’s no message or missed return call. It’s almost 8pm and Miranda would usually be home by then on a work night. Adin reminds himself that she had promised it would be girls only after-work drinks, and that with Miranda driving the drinks would be limited.
“We’re heading off,” Alex, Adin’s work colleague says, patting the side of the cubicle and waving a goodbye and goodnight.
“Yeah, what time in the morning?” Adin calls after him.
“They’re going to open up for us at seven. The earlier we start, the earlier we can get out of here.”
“Cool, man, see you at seven.”
Adin and Alex are part of a team of four sifting through financial records of a company that has gone belly-up and is under scrutiny from a Senate committee. It’s been a long day and Adin is ready to pack it in as well.
He addresses his phone again and pulls up a new message.
Adin: I’m headed for my hotel baby. Call me when you get home safe please. Missing you.
It’s a five minute cab ride to the hotel. Adin is stepping from the elevator when his phone jingles with a text message.
Miranda: Just leaving the bar now. Call you in fifteen. Love you X
Adin smiles to himself contentedly and pockets his phone. He finds scotch in the minibar and takes a drink out onto his third floor balcony overlooking a quiet city street. He leans there on the rail contemplating the job ahead tomorrow, figuring he might be able to make an earlier flight if all goes well.
He walks back inside and tosses his coat and tie. He needs a long hot shower but decides to wait for Miranda’s call. He’s feet-up, kicked-back in a lounge chair when his phone jingles in his hand. “Hey, baby.”
“Hi….” Miranda sings happily. “How was your day? Did you get lots done?”
“Yeah, it’s looking good for the four o’clock flight tomorrow. Should be all done by early afternoon, I hope…. How about your day, baby? How was drinks tonight? Is Sienna still keen for the weekend?”
“Yes she is. She’s so excited.”
Adin chuckles. “Yeah me too…. I actually had a call from Wes today. He’s looking forward to the weekend as well.”
“Oh yeah?” Miranda asks sweetly.
“Yeah….” Adin squeezes his cock through his pants. “He was telling me there’s a special room for first time swingers where one partner can watch through a one-way mirrored window and not feel the pressure of everyone looking at them while it’s happening.” Adin swallows at the sudden dryness of his throat. “Like, so these other men won’t be able to see me watching them with you.”
“Uh huh….” Miranda utters softly. “That’s just making me horny now, Adin.”
“Yeah me too….” Adin squeezes his cock harder. “They’re planning on fucking you one at a time – like with having turns in this special room with you.”
“Mmm – how many turns each, Adin? I won’t mind how many….”
“I’m thinking multiple times,” Adin answers his wife. “I keep fantasizing about them going at you all weekend and just having to watch you take it over and over, baby.”
“Uh huh – I want it over and over…. Uhh.hhh…” Miranda moans breathily. “Oh, Adin, are you doing this too?”
“Yeah, I’m hard as, baby. I’ve been thinking about this all day and need a release badly.”
“Yeah….? And are these men just going to fuck me all clinical like? Or will you want me to suck their cocks too?”
“Aw fuck, baby.”
“Mmm – I want to suck their cocks, Adin…. I want one of them to tit fuck me and shove his cock in my mouth.”
“Yeah? You want that, baby? You want to be titty fucked?”
“Yes I want to be titty fucked. Uhh…hhh… I want to feel their big hard cocks between my tits….”
“Yeah, that’s my hot little slut wife,” Adin groans, vibrating his hand over the head of his cock. He has it wet with pre-cum. He’s close. “Such a thirsty little cock sucker, aren’t you…?”
“Mmm – you just made me cum,” Miranda moans smilingly.
“Aw fuck!” Adin grunts, and he squeezes off tight as his load slurps up onto his stomach and chest. “Yeah me too, baby. That was so fucking hot.” He comes down fast and grabs a tee-shirt from his open bag to sop up the mess.
He can hear Miranda breathing. “Uhh..hhh…hhh,” she pants softly as it sounds like she’s peaking again. “Hmm, Adin…. I’m so horny right now it’s crazy,” she whimpers. “It’s so wet under me where I just gushed everywhere.”
Adin chuckles. “Yeah, well, that worked for me…. I seriously have to concentrate tomorrow to get this work done, though.”
Miranda swallows hard and huffs a breath into the phone. “Okay, so I should shut up about sex? I need to tell you about something but I’d rather wait until you get home.”
“Sure. Definitely…. Are you okay, though?” Adin checks.
“Yes, I’m fine. I’m better than fine!” Miranda assures happily. “And I’m just going to shut up and let you concentrate on your job.”
“Okay. Cool,” Adin says, huffing a breath and relaxing for the first time all day. He chuckles. “Titty fucking, though? I kind of like that idea.”
“Mmm me too, and I want you to do it to me tomorrow night, but shut up about it now!”
“Okay – deal,” Adin agrees. “Shutting up and signing off…. I really need a shower now, baby. Kisses goodnight?”
*
Adin opens his laptop in bed after his shower. He has a few pages active, and one is a news article about a drug bust that nabbed a group of men supplying into a school yard. It’s dated four years ago and was a report printed in a small-time newspaper in a city just north of where Adin is from. The article had come up in a search Adin had done of the name Carlton James and mentions him as having been charged with possession and dealing offences. Another of the pages Adin has open is a public listing for the court hearing that convicted the guy but released him on a good behaviour bond without prison time. And the other page Adin clicks to open is a screen shot he has taken from work of the guy’s most recent income tax assessment, which has him listed as working the past two years in security, also just up north in Claremont – and according to his details this is current employment.
Some of the best beaches in the state are around Claremont. The picture of Carlton James being arrested was taken outside a beachside humpy with surfboards leaning against the front wall. All three of the men in the shot were scruffy blond-haired surfer types – board shorts and bare feet.
Adin shuts down the pages, logging the information in mind for when it will all fall into place. He will look into the security company and see if that leads anywhere later but can’t help yawning and needs sleep.
Waking at six the next morning
he finds a new text message time stamped 11.15pm.
Miranda: I’m going to dress for the other men at the airport bar tomorrow. Text me if you don’t like. X
Adin gulps. He has a morning boner. He types.
Adin: Which bar will I find you at baby?
The reply takes twenty minutes to arrive. He’s on his way out the door.
Miranda: Wings upstairs is classy.
Adin: Okay I’ll find you at Wings.
Miranda: Or just sit at the bar and watch if I have company?
Adin: Oh fuck! I’ve got to work today baby!
Miranda: hehehe X
Adin: Wait till I get hold of you tonight.
Miranda: Until then…..
There’s an attachment. Adin opens it to find a pic of his lovely wife’s thighs – her skirt hiked up, sitting in the tan leather seat of the Range Rover – her bald slit on display.
“Aw fuck,” Adin groans and jumps in a cab. He’s at work and has financial records open on screen within twenty minutes and spends the morning focused and refusing to think about Miranda.
He and his colleagues have the job done in time for a late lunch. Adin hangs around for that since his flight is booked and there are no earlier ones to be had. He can’t keep up with the conversation though, completely distracted by the mental picture of Miranda up on a bar stool with some stranger leering at her legs.
The flight is forty minutes. Adin is through luggage claim and riding an escalator to the second level of the airport terminal with his heart pounding and his mouth dry. He has his wheelie bag in tote as he strides along, trying not to look too desperate while peering ahead at the front window of Wings cocktail bar. He slows as he approaches. It’s about half full with plenty of seats available at the bar. He can’t see Miranda and is wondering with relief if he has beaten her there. He sits up at the bar and orders a whisky and dry, a cold chill swarming to consume him as he sees his wife in the back corner, seated across the edge of a small table from a finely cut young guy in a grey business suit.
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