Adin’s first pang of jealousy hits when Wes slides a hand into Miranda’s blouse and feels her right tit. He’s still working her shoulder while he massages it and undoes her buttons. He rubs downward with his other hand and displaces the blouse and her bra straps, feeling both tits beneath her bra cups and looking down at her head arched back against his chest. Miranda’s bra falls to her waist, her blouse down her arms. Wesley’s robe has parted to reveal a full erection that is levering beside her shoulder. It’s a powerful looking tool – thick and heavily veined.
Adin can hear their muffled voices through the glass but can’t make out what is being said. He watches intently while his wife’s tits are being worked. Wesley’s squeezing and massaging of them is purposeful. He’s pinching her nipples and pulling at them, making her thrust against his hands. He suddenly slows his action and just softly feels her with one hand while kissing her neck and stroking his cock with his free hand. He stops feeling her completely and squeezes his cock hard while gathering a dribble of pre-cum on the tips of fingers. He then strokes Miranda’s hair aside and encourages her to turn her head.
Adin swallows hard – his heart thumping as he watches those wet fingertips rubbed over his wife’s lips. She presses her lips together and tastes them before opening her mouth in time for Wesley to position the head of his cock and pull her onto it. He holds her head and thrusts slowly, not penetrating with more than a few inches of the thick shaft. He then pulls it out and holds the base – slapping her open mouth with it – teasing her and making her beg and try to capture the thing again.
Miranda has scooted back onto the bed and her legs have fallen open. Wesley lets her suck his cock while he rubs into her crotch. The sodden fabric of her panties is wedged inside of her and he’s stroking through the crease. Adin is studying what he’s doing, focused on Miranda’s display, when Wesley peels aside the edge of her panties and reveals her glistening slit. Her labia are pasted closed with her juices, but the guy uses two fingers to open her. He leans right over her and has a look inside. She writhes upward with her lower body, just holding the cock in her hand to one side and moaning up at the ceiling as Wesley bends all the way down and kisses her pussy.
Adin only sees the first soft contact before the older man’s head obscures his view. Wesley reaches beneath Miranda’s bottom and holds her up off the bed while mauling between her legs, his mouth seemingly pressed to her opening and his head moving as he eats into her. He crawls around to be in front of her, pushing her further up the bad at the same time. He then strips her panties and tosses them on the floor beneath the window Adin is viewing through.
Adin looks down at the tiny garment then back at his wife. He can’t see her face because her head is thrust back, with her body arched and her hands clutching Wesley’s hair and the sheet beneath her. Adin knows how quickly she’s going to cum from having her clit tongued, but she doesn’t have time before Wesley moves up over her and positions the swollen head of his cock against her split open gash.
Adin can clearly see between their legs. He leans forward and supports himself against the wall either side of the window, his head resting against the cold glass as he watches another man’s unsheathed cock open and enter his beautiful wife’s vagina. The thing sinks into her a few inches then oozes out. Then it sinks into her again and the sperm filled balls attached to the base press firmly against her. The image Adin has is of Wesley’s cockhead touching his wife’s cervix and the eyelet kissing the opening to her fertile womb.
Wesley lies down on top of Miranda and starts fucking her. Her arms wrap around his body, her fingernails digging into his back. His butt draws and clenches slowly and rhythmically – the pace gradually increasing as each thrust ends in a forceful grinding action that has Miranda’s legs splayed wide open.
Miranda suddenly tenses and Wesley powers up into her and holds firm. Adin watches the other man’s balls gently pulse as he is obviously ejaculating – his spurts of semen lashing the opening to Miranda’s womb. This is the mental picture now vivid in Adin’s mind as he stands there without the slightest twinge of arousal himself. He swallows hard and takes a huge breath, arguing inwardly that this is a servicing and not really that kind of sex. He tries to tell himself that as Wesley resumes moving inside of Miranda. His dick is oozing out then sliding back in. Her pink labia stretched around it and thick white goo beginning to seep from their coupling.
Wesley soon gets up off Adin’s beautiful wife and strokes her sweaty hair as he says something to her, making her smile as she replies. A young fit looking guy enters the room and approaches the end of the bed. Wesley slips on his robe and leaves the room. The young guy – all of twenty, Adin assumes – is buck naked and holding an average sized erection. He kneels on the bed and moves Miranda’s legs aside. She’s sitting up fisting two handfuls of sheet and biting her lower lip – chewing on it and blushing fully at whatever the guy is saying to her. He lowers over her and inserts his cock. It sinks in easily and he immediately begins pounding her. Miranda wraps her arms around him and holds on tight. He’s jackhammering her and is suddenly still and mashed hard against her spread legs – his firm young butt flexing – the ridge of muscle down either side of his spine taut and the pillows of muscle across his upper back quivering.
Simon enters the room with Miranda still being fucked by the younger guy. Simon is a powerfully built man, but Adin is pleased to see he is also only of average cock size. The young guy pulls out of Miranda and moves aside. Miranda’s legs remain open as the two men speak to each other. Adin can see where cum has oozed from his wife and is dripping into her anus and pooling on the sheet beneath her bottom.
Simon touches Miranda’s hip and urges her onto her hands and knees. He gets into position behind her and mounts – immediately settling into rhythm humping her slowly and quite sensually. The young guy is still fully erect. He kneels on the bed in front of Miranda and feeds his cock into her mouth. Then he holds her head as she’s rocked back and forth by the guy fucking her.
The two men talk and smile to each other as they get themselves off. Adin is squeezing his cock through his pants. It firms while he watches his wife being used now. The guy in her from behind is taking long strokes but he pulls her close and holds her hips while grinding against her bottom. He has stopped smiling and is stern faced as he stirs his cock around inside Miranda’s body. He pulls all the way out and peels her open with his thumbs – his cock levering upright and coated in creamy goo. Adin can see where cum is running down his wife’s inner thighs as far as her knees now. The guy fucking her has seemingly moved aside to show him, having also glanced back at the window.
Adin takes his cock from his pants and starts stroking as he watches Simon enter Miranda again and resume pumping her. The young guy kneeling in front suddenly tosses back his head and cries out as he holds firm. Miranda’s slender neck gulps, and she pushes the guy away and grimaces as she swallows again. The bigger man on her back then moves his hands from her hips to claim her shoulders. He holds her firmly in place and launches into a series of powerful thrusts then cries out too as he bucks hard against her with his butt clenched tight and his huge thighs quivering.
Adin has to squeeze hard on the head of his cock to stop his own ejaculation. Miranda collapses on the bed with the big guy still on top of her and still slowly thrusting. He props himself on his hands and keeps his weight off her while rolling his pelvis and screwing her. Miranda’s hips are tilted, giving him access. She lies still with her head on a pillow and her mouth open. Her body is being jolted again now and she appears to tense and convulse just before the guy on her back thrusts one last time and jams himself hard against her bottom – his head back as he cries out.
Adin swallows hard. He glances at a bar at the back of the room and goes to it, finding the makings of a tall scotch and dry. He downs a full glass then returns to the window to find the two men exiting through their doorway. Miranda is still on her belly but lies over on her side, tugging her sk
irt down to cover her bottom. She pushes the blindfold away. Her face is flushed as she peers from one viewing window to another. Adin bangs on the window and her gaze flashes back. Her head turns again immediately though, and the door opens and Wesley strolls in talking to her. He’s still wearing the black robe but it’s open and his erect cock is sticking out.
Adin almost decides to go to his wife but instead he waits to see if Wesley is going to take her again. Miranda sits up on her side, propped on one hand. Wesley approaches and touches her hair, smoothing it over an ear. He’s still talking and has Miranda smiling through her blush. Adin’s heart is tight in his chest as he watches. It seems different with his uncle. It had been hard to watch him fucking Miranda that first time, but when the other two guys were doing her, Adin felt more so excited and aroused.
The nervous tension rises to fill Adin’s neck and face as Wesley moves in and sticks his cockhead in Miranda’s mouth. Wesley keeps stroking her hair as she bobs back and forth, sucking him off. He reaches down with his other hand to feel a tit and teases the tight little nipple. Miranda takes his cock from her mouth and strokes it purposefully. She looks at the window. Adin presses both hands to it and it shakes. Miranda’s eyes widen noticeably, her forehead creasing. Wesley takes over stroking his cock and holds Miranda’s head close. She waits with her hands on her knees and her face tilted upward obediently. Her eyes are still trained upon the window, and Adin really needs to go to her but can’t break away from watching what he knows is about to happen.
Wesley arches forward with his cock in his fist and pushes the head against Miranda’s lips. She opens for him and takes the head into her mouth – her eyes closing tight and her forehead scrunching. Wesley bucks and holds firm, releasing his cock and just holding onto Miranda’s hair as the heavily veined shaft flexes and throbs.
Adin releases the breath he has been holding and slumps against the cold glass. Miranda swallows once, then she sucks a little and swallows again. Wesley relaxes and watches her softly kiss her way down the underside of his shaft and hold it upright as she kisses and sucks on his balls. He stands there with his hands on his hips, holding his robe open for her. She’s squeezing his flaccid cock, and she kisses her way back up the underside of the shaft and teases a drop of semen from the broad eyelet. She gathers it on her tongue and stretches it before tilting beneath and lapping it up.
Adin returns to the bar and downs another tall scotch and dry. He doesn’t go back to the viewing window – rather he sits on a couch and sips his third drink. He’s numb and doesn’t like himself at all right then. He hates that he enjoyed watching the two complete strangers fuck his wife, and he hates that he let his uncle do it. The numbness is the realization that his beautiful bride could very well be pregnant to one of them – that right at that moment, sperm from one of the three men could be fertilizing his wife’s egg.
Adin hates himself further for sitting there and not going to Miranda in that next room. He can see through the window, above the height of the bed. Wesley has just left. It’s another long moment before Miranda stands and approaches the window to peer into the mirror on her side. Adin downs the drink in his hand and gets up. He walks to the window and presses two hands to it, tapping to let Miranda know he’s there. She smiles and points to the door to the hallway. Adin gets over himself fast and hurries to meet her there. He opens the door and she flings her arms around his neck and buries her head against him. He hugs her tight and just holds her.
Chapter 19
The room Miranda has with her husband is beside the one where Adin watched her being fucked by the three other men. Her thighs are wet and getting sticky – her panties glued to her dripping pussy. Her senses are filled with the taste and scent of the men’s semen. Adin opens the door and keeps her hand as he follows her into their room. It’s a simple but elegant bedroom with ensuite bathroom.
“I think I need a shower,” Miranda tells her husband.
He nods. “I might go and see if I can get us some food. Do you mind if we eat up here instead of joining the party right away?”
“Okay. That’s fine…. Find me a bottle of bubbly, please?”
“Sure, baby,” Adin says and backs out the door, closing it and leaving Miranda to her shower.
Miranda isn’t sure how to take the tension between her and her husband. It’s all coming from him, but she reasons that it’s not entirely unreasonable. She replays and relives the feel of the men taking turns inside of her and in her mouth as she stands caressing herself under the stream of hot water. She tries to think of how it would have felt for her husband watching from behind that mirror. She cups her pussy – her fingers cutting in. She’s open and completely slick with sperm-laden cum, and she can’t begin to imagine what Adin must be thinking and feeling.
Miranda rocks back against the wall and shuts her eyes tight as she rubs her swollen and oh-so-sensitive clit. She thrusts her pelvis forward and frigs herself with her fingers until her belly clenches and her vaginal walls contract in orgasm again.
Adin is waiting when she comes from her shower. He has her bottle of bubbly and is sipping scotch. They only have a minute alone and sitting in muted silence before there’s a knock at the door and they are served dinner at a small table on a balcony overlooking the forest. They eat while sharing lingering glances and small talk about the room and view. Adin showers after the meal and returns to join Miranda looking out at the flood-lit forest. He presses behind her and kisses her neck.
“Hey….” he says.
Miranda tilts her head and snuggles back against his face.
“Sorry….” her husband goes on. “That kind of freaked me out earlier.”
“Yeah…?” Miranda asks encouragingly.
Adin swallows. “Yeah, but in two ways that are total opposites. Which is even worse.”
“What two ways, Adin?” Miranda turns to face him. “Explain it to me?”
“I shouldn’t have agreed to let my uncle get with you, baby. That was so hard to watch…. But with the other two guys, I was getting off on it – which is kind of confusing and scary in another way.”
“Mmm – scary because you liked it?” Miranda asks into a soft kiss.
Adin nods. “Yes – scary because I hope they do it again, baby…. I feel like telling Wes to forget it, but I don’t want to stop this with those other guys.”
“Hmm – come lie down with me for a while? I want you to hold me,” Miranda goes on sweetly, and she leads her husband to the bed and spoons back against him.
“So, how would you feel if I had a word with Wes?” Adin asks.
“I told you before that you have to screen the men who can fuck me…. You have to choose and it’s up to you to tell them yes or no.”
“Yeah? Completely up to me, huh?”
“Yes, Adin. Completely.” Miranda guides her husband’s hand to her belly and snuggles back, nuzzling for his ear. “I’m so full of their sperm right now,” she whispers. “Hold me down there and help them get me pregnant…?”
Adin’s cock firms up Miranda’s back. She wiggles against it. He kisses her neck some more. “Do I need to get one of these other women here to take care of me?” he breathes against her skin.
“No….” Miranda utters, cool tingles swarming up her body. “Would you like to try the other – from behind like this?”
Adin gulps. “The other…?”
“Uh huh – but really gently in case it hurts too much.” Miranda peers back. “There’s lube in my handbag there on the dresser.”
“Aw fuck, baby, are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure…. I really want to try it…. I thought Simon was going to do it to me when he was riding me that second time. I was so wet and slippery back there and he actually did go in a little bit once.”
“In your arse? He actually went in?” Adin asks excitedly. He has the lube and is smearing his cock with it.
Miranda giggles. “Yes, and it hurt – if you didn’t notice!”
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�I didn’t. I was watching but it looked like you were enjoying the whole thing, baby.”
“Well, I did enjoy it. But it still hurt.”
“Okay so….” Adin lifts the back of the bath robe Miranda is wearing and rubs her anus with slick fingers. She arches her hips and braces for him. He’s concentrating hard and gradually works a finger inside of her. His eyes connect with hers. “Is that okay?”
Miranda is biting down on her grin. She nods. “Don’t you dare even think of getting another woman to take care of you, Adin! Don’t you dare!”
He chuckles and inserts the tip of a second finger, working in deeper and bending to kiss Miranda as the little burst of pain quickly subsides. “Fuck that’s tight, baby.”
“Uh huh…. Take me,” Miranda moans into his mouth. “Just fuck me now…. Just nice and slow….”
“Aw fuck,” Adin groans and positions the head of his cock. He presses against Miranda’s anus and sinks in. “Yeah, that’s so fucking tight, baby.”
Miranda is holding his hip, pressing back against him. The pain is sharp but again it is quickly dissipating. Adin’s cock is incredibly long but not as thick as Wesley’s and nowhere near the unnatural girth of Carlton’s stubby shaft. Miranda briefly imagines taking Carlton in her arse but pushes the thought of him from her mind and concentrates on her husband taking his pleasure. She keeps hold of Adin’s hip and squeezes when it’s too much. He’s slow fucking her with about half his length. The pain and burning sensation has numbed, and there is now just a strange probing inside of her back passage. It’s not so much hurting as it’s kind of scary and weird.
“Oh that’s nice,” Adin groans into Miranda’s ear. He has been propped up watching what he’s doing but lies to cuddle behind her. He presses forward slowly once more and probes deeper.
“Ahh…hhh…” Miranda can’t contain a small protest at the pressure deep inside of her. She grips her husband’s butt and keeps him close. “It’s okay, keep going,” she tells him. “Push all the way in….”
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