Miranda’s eyes flash upon Adin’s before quickly averting. She laughs at something said and touches the front of her blouse, running her fingers beneath the open neckline. Then she laughs again and reaches across with her other hand to clutch the guy’s arm. He then leans close and she does too while he speaks into her ear. She nods, just biting her smile now. Her legs are crossed, but as he closes a hand over her knee she uncrosses them, keeping them swayed together and away from Adin’s direction.
The guy remains sitting forward and holding Miranda’s lower thigh, seemingly squeezing as he chats with her and keeps her giggling. There’s an older man at an adjacent table who is sitting there staring at her legs, tilting his head back and to the side every time her knees stray apart a little. The guy chatting with Miranda leans in to whisper again, his hand sliding up her thigh enough that she closes her hand over it. He remains there with his cheek pressed to hers as he talks. Miranda’s eyes flash upon Adin’s again as she blushes. They hold for a few seconds this time but then avert as the guy she’s with nuzzles her face and works his way around to press his lips to hers.
Miranda’s eyes close softly as she’s kissed. The hand upon her thigh has slipped deeper and she has crossed her other leg over, clamping it between. The guy cups her cheek and she tilts as he takes her lips again.
Adin is sitting with his drink untouched. His gut has tightened, his heart heavy and aching as he breathes. Several other men seated around Miranda are watching her being taken from him – watching some young stranger work up to tongue kissing his wife in a bar in broad daylight. Miranda’s legs uncross again. The older guy and one other seated beyond him crane their necks for a look up her skirt. Adin imagines her slit is probably bare and on show for them.
The guy kissing her suddenly breaks off and stands. Miranda clutches her purse and is led through a row of tables with every man turning to watch her pass by. She shoots Adin a look and tosses her gaze forward. He downs his drink in one gulp and grabs his wheelie bag.
Miranda is being hustled along in front but keeps glancing back over the guy’s shoulder. He has an arm around her, his hand high up her side and moving up and down as he rubs her and tilts his head to talk to her. She has a hand upon his back and is leaning into his embrace, smiling up at him with her eyes alight.
Adin keeps pace far enough behind to remain inconspicuous. They’re headed towards the main exit and he’s ready to intervene if it’s going to be a cab ride somewhere. There’s no way that’s happening, he’s determined. Otherwise he’s thinking it’s the car park, and that’s worrying too, but Miranda’s laugh and smile has him edged towards trusting her judgment. Again, though, there’s no way he’s letting this guy drive away with his wife in his car.
They cross the service road in front of the terminal and walk into the parking station. Miranda hasn’t looked back for a while but glances over her shoulder and gives Adin a big smile, raising her brows playfully. Adin’s heart resumes beating. He follows doggedly as they traverse the rows of cars and walk down stairs to a lower level. He’s at the base of the stairs when he sees the Range Rover. They walk to it and the guy pushes Miranda against the driver’s door and takes her in another kiss.
Adin backs up the stairs and edges around a rail on the upper level until he can see his wife being mauled by this guy in a shiny grey suit. The parking area is otherwise quiet. It’s pretty full right there so cars are driving on by and down to lower levels where the indicators are green.
Adin sets himself grimly, knowing that this is only a small taste of what he’s going to have to sit through over the weekend. This guy all over Miranda has a hand up her skirt now. He’s mauling her face while his arm moves back and forth slightly. Adin assumes he has fingers inside Miranda’s pussy or is at least opening her and working her clit. She’s cuddling around his shoulders and opens the purse she’s clutching. The Range Rover beeps and flashes unlocked. Adin sucks in a breath as his wife may well be about to be fucked in the back seat – that door being opened and her slender body being guided back.
The guy crawls in on top of her. Adin succumbs to the fear and anxiety welling up inside and leaps down the stairs. He’s striding towards the Range Rover when he sees Miranda rise to her knees and push the guy back onto the seat. Adin pulls up and shimmies between a couple of cars, peering through a windscreen of a pick-up and across the top of a little sports Mercedes. He hunches down there and glares into the back of the Range Rover. Miranda is still up on her knees and is smiling and talking. Her blouse is open but covering her breasts. She’s braless. The guy slips a hand in and feels a tit. She arches forward, biting her smile teasingly now. The guy is shuffling around, seemingly lifting his lower body and working his pants. He then settles and cups the back of Miranda’s neck, pulling her head down into his lap.
A rush of hot tingles rise up to consume Adin again. He can see his wife bobbing her head – obviously sucking this guy’s cock. The guy rubs her back as she pleasures him. He reaches further and pulls up her skirt, exposing her bottom. He leans right across the seat and feels in behind her legs while holding her head down with his other hand. Miranda keeps bobbing on his cock and he soon thrusts his head back and grimaces as his body tenses. It’s another minute then before Miranda sits up wiping her mouth on the back of her wrist. The guy then shuffles with his clothing again and gets out of the car, checking his watch quite urgently as he hurries past where Adin is concealed.
*
Adin opens the driver’s door and pops open the back. He tosses his wheelie bag in then buckles up ready to drive while Miranda climbs through into the passenger seat. He backs out and drives without looking at her. She sits quietly with her hands clutched in her lap, one button of her blouse holding it closed across her breasts. She searches in her purse and hands Adin the parking ticket and her credit card. He feeds the ticket into the machine and taps the credit card, and the boom gates lift. He drives out onto the airport expressway handing the credit card back to his wife.
The airport expressway merges with the one heading south out of the city. Miranda is still sitting quietly. Adin glances to see her chewing a smile. He looks at her thighs. She stretches down her skirt. He shakes his head slowly and she contains a giggle, still refusing to look at him.
“Oh yeah, you’ll be more than laughing in about five minutes,” he warns her.
Her lips vanish as she clamps her mouth shut tighter and tries to hide her smile.
Airport to home is less than ten minutes total. Adin waits for Miranda to get out of the Range Rover and beeps it locked. He follows well behind her as she heads for the stairwell and doesn’t look back on her way up to their apartment. Adin pushes open the door and walks into the living room. There’s no sound. A shadow moves in the bedroom. He approaches the door and cranes his neck to look around. His beautiful wife is lying on the bed, on her back, her skirt bunched and her legs bent up and spread open – her arms above her head and her wrists crossed.
She watches Adin approach beside the bed. Her smile is gone, her eyes shining warmth and love. Adin rips open his belt and pushes his trousers and jocks down his legs. He sheds his coat and shirt, pulling his singlet off and tossing it aside. His wife looks at his cock then back into his eyes. He crawls onto the bed and between her legs, reaching up to clutch her wrists as he kisses her mouth. There’s the taste of cum and the thick, tangy smell of it on her breath. He takes her anyway and probes with his tongue as he feels her opening for wetness. She’s completely slick, so he positions the head of his raging hard-on and sinks part way into her. Her mouth opens wide, a soft moan escaping. Adin pulls back and, sufficiently lubricated, he surges up inside of his wife and mashes his balls into the base of her opening….
Chapter 18
“I have to tell you something,” Miranda says, peering up from Adin’s chest. They have come down from their love making. Adin is sleepily twirling her hair. Miranda rolls onto her belly and props herself on her elbows. “You might freak out a bit,�
�� she says, grimacing.
Adin chuckles. “Well, this would be a good time to tell me.”
Miranda nods, seemingly unamused. She takes a breath and grimaces some more. “Carlton was at The Boardwalk again yesterday and stuff happened.”
Adin’s afterglow fades fast. “What stuff happened, baby? Fuck!” he can’t help growling.
“I know…. I should have just pushed him away,” Miranda pleads. “I’m sorry, Adin. I know you said not to with him.”
“Damn it, baby. Why? What is it with that sleaze bag? He’s not the nice cute surfer you think he is…. He’s full of shit…. I doubt he’s even got anything to do with real estate investments. He’s a small time crim working some sort of angle down here.”
“Huh? A criminal?” Miranda questions, wide eyed.
“Yeah, well, as much as I’ve found out so far…. He was done for dealing drugs to kids a while back – although he was probably not much older than them, to be fair…. Just some loser surfer type.”
“Yeah, but he seems fine to me, Adin, and I can’t resist anyone at the moment – with what we’re doing…. He’s just so cute and he’s all over me every chance he gets….”
Adin strokes hair from his wife’s forehead. “We’ll see about that, baby. It’s time I went and had a chat with this fucker.”
“Yes, but he’s gone again. He flew out today apparently.”
“So, I’ll track him down….” Adin huffs, shaking his head. “That really fucking hurts that he’s been with you again, baby…. What happened, exactly?”
Miranda pouts exaggeratedly and crosses her wrists.
“Oh shit. He didn’t fuck you?” Adin’s heart sinks further.
“No, he just took me to his room and wanted me to suck him off – so I did….” Miranda grimaces guiltily again. “But it was so nice and he came so much…. I swallowed a huge load from him, Adin…. I loved the feel of him hard in my mouth and I loved his cum spurting into my throat.”
Adin gulps and sucks in a big breath. He strokes his wife’s hair from her forehead again – the thought of her loving the other man’s cum exciting him. “You really enjoyed it?” he asks huskily.
“Oh I did,” Miranda enthuses. “Especially with him demanding that I do it like that. And then with him watching while I obeyed him instead of you,” she says, blushing. “And after that I couldn’t spread my legs wide enough for him to lick me out and make me cum in his mouth.”
“You spread your legs for the guy? You wanted to?” Adin needs to hear again.
“Yes I wanted to, Adin…. And then he told me to take off my blouse and bra. And then he squeezed my boobs together and fucked them.”
“Aw fuck,” Adin groans hopelessly.
“And when he was done titty fucking me, he emptied his beautiful big balls into my mouth again,” Miranda goes on, squeezing a hand between her thighs and squirming on it. “And then I got dressed and went back downstairs to my girls’ night with Sienna, but Carlton kept my panties and bra as his own little trophies for getting me again so easily – like he says he always can if he wants.”
Adin pulls his wife onto his chest and holds her there, kissing the top of her head. “I want you to be easy at the moment, baby…. We need to get you pregnant while you’re feeling like this.”
“Uh huh – I so want to be pregnant, Adin. I can’t wait for these men to have me this weekend.”
“Yeah, it’s going to be tomorrow night. Wes has it all planned to have us stay in his rooms, and for the three of them to fuck you as soon as we get there. He asked me if before dinner would work for us – for you.”
“And what did you say?” Miranda asks, peering up from stroking Adin’s chest.
“I said we’d probably be wanting to just do it and not have to sit around wondering when…. I know I’d rather not have to talk about it or anything – just to let it happen immediately we get there.”
“Yeah me too…. I definitely don’t want to have a discussion about it, Adin. I’d rather you just blindfolded me and sent me into that room to wait for whoever’s first.”
“Yeah? Blindfolded?”
Miranda giggles. “Actually I was exaggerating, but now that I think about it….”
“That would work for me, baby – if they didn’t get to look into your eyes…. I’d actually be more comfortable with that.”
Miranda lifts to look up again. “So would I, Adin…. I’d definitely be more comfortable if it was some anonymous man – faceless!”
“Well, we can make whatever rules we want,” Adin declares – the power surging to fill him. “I’ve actually got another rule I’d like to stipulate, but you might not like it, so I don’t know.”
“Try me?” Miranda says with a shrug. “I want this to be for you too, Adin.”
“Yeah, it’s just that I’ve had about enough of watching other men kiss you, baby…. I mean – if it happens again a little bit – okay. But with these three guys potentially screwing you all weekend, they’re going to have their tongues in your mouth the whole time if they’re allowed to kiss you at all.”
Miranda bites down on her smile. “You really don’t like men kissing me?”
Adin shakes his head. “Not much.”
“Mmm – that’s so sweet of my husband to not like that.”
Adin expels a big breath. “It seems like a small thing compared to everything else, but it kind of stings a bit.”
“Then that’s rule number two,” Miranda declares. “Blindfolded and no lips kissing…. You just mean lips, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah….” Adin chuckles. “Wouldn’t want to spoil all the fun.”
*
After dinner and cuddling up in front of the TV for a few hours that night, Adin lies awake in nervous anticipation of handing his wife over for servicing and possible impregnation. He tries to reason it as a small step beyond a clinical process – the semen being inserted naturally rather than with some kind of instrument. He has seen animal documentaries where artificial insemination is commonplace. He attempts to keep that mindset going but is unable to get past the additional thought of another man’s cock inside of Miranda’s vagina.
Adin finally succumbs to sleep in the early hours and manages to switch off quite well to get through his work morning. He calls his uncle and elicits a hearty laugh at the stipulations regarding a blindfold and no lips kissing.
“Hey, that’s fine, Adin. If that will make you and Miranda more comfortable, it’s done! I’ve actually got some fine silk blindfolds that I use on occasions.”
“Okay – good…. Thanks, Wes.” Adin rubs at his desk top. “Also, we talked about not doing big discussions and that kind of thing – just to jump in and break the ice immediately we get there.”
“Perfect,” Wes agrees instantly. “When you arrive, Simon will take your friends to their bungalow and I’ll show you and Miranda up to my place and our viewing room…. Do you need to meet Julian beforehand?”
“Um – no – I guess not really….”
“Good. So, Julian will be in another room waiting to be called upon and Simon will return directly and be ready as well…. We’ll have that ice broken before we sit down for dinner and enjoy the band we have playing this weekend…. I think you’ll like them too by the way.”
“Yeah okay.” Adin clears his throat. “That’s all good then…. We’ll be at the airport by about four by the look of things today.”
“Great. See you around five, Adin…. Tell your lovely wife not to stress. It’s all free-love here.”
“Okay – bye,” Adin mutters, and is pleased to hang up and have gotten past that call, checking off that step in his day.
Adin’s next step is to pick up Miranda and Sienna from work. They’re waiting for him – excited and giggling together in the back seat as he drives. Paul is waiting at home but he has a conference call due at three and they have to hang around for that – the girls opening a bottle of wine and taking a big glass each into Sienna’s bedroom to hide o
ut and chat. Adin stares at the TV without watching it. Paul gets his call on time, and they’re in the Range Rover and at the airport a little early.
The next hour for Adin is a blur. He’s passed beyond nervous, and gut-wrenching anxiety has melded with slowly building excitement. The girls are sticking close together and have claimed the back seat of the helicopter, leaving Adin and Paul to share the middle seat or dare to sit up front with Simon – which Paul does before they take off.
Adin checks back a few times as they fly across the city and suburbs but Miranda is giving him nothing more than a furtive glance or two as she continues to chat whisperingly with her girlfriend. It seems any final change of heart he might have is not going to be given a chance. Adin settles and doesn’t look back to his wife again over the next half hour, and they are then at the resort and Miranda is being hugged to Wesley’s side and drawn away from Adin once more.
Adin follows upstairs and locks eyes with Miranda as she is led along a hallway to an open doorway. She is ushered inside then Wesley returns to where Adin has stopped and shows him to a dark room with a black leather couch and three framed glass panels around an angled wall.
“We’re all good…?” Wesley asks simply.
Adin does a tiny nod. Wesley leaves him and walks further along the hallway to another door beyond the room Miranda went into. Adin goes to the first glass panel and watches Miranda tie in place a red blindfold. She then feels for the bed and sits with her hands in her lap. The bed is the only item of furniture. There’s another door in the far corner from Adin’s viewing window. It opens and Wes walks in wearing a black satin bath robe. He kneels on the bed behind Miranda and clutches her shoulders, kneading them as he whispers into her ear and makes her smile.
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