Adin gulps. His face is red – veins pulsing at his temples. He nods stiffly. “Yeah, I want that.”
Miranda moves close again and places her hands upon her husband’s chest. “Stay with me until after dinner…? I don’t really feel like dancing tonight. I just want to find him and come back up here.”
Adin huffs a breath. He nods more affirmatively. “What about using that other room so I can watch through the night? You could draw all the curtains and just leave one parted a little bit for me.”
Miranda smiles as her face flushes. “Okay…. Why don’t you go and set it up the way you want it, and I’ll get us a spot at a table with Sienna and Paul?”
*
Adin leaves his wife at the door and enters the showroom. There are curtains on all mirrored windows. He draws then and just leaves a small gap in the one where he was viewing from the last time. He goes into the other room to check then returns to adjust the lighting. He dims the main light to about moonlit and turns on a lamp beside the bed.
Wesley appears at the door. “Nice,” he comments.
“Yeah, we need to use this tonight. Is that okay?”
“Hell yes! Tonight and anytime you want,” Wesley enthuses. “This is for Miranda and Julian?”
“Yeah, she seems to like the guy, I suppose.”
“I thought she would…. And he’s okay, Adin. He’s no real threat to you. He’s not the smartest fellow and isn’t mature enough to be in a serious relationship.”
“So, who is he? What does he do?” Adin asks, joining his uncle as they head downstairs.
“He works security for one of my firms. Sits on a gate day in day out working an intercom and pressing a button.”
“Oh yeah? I was going to say he’s not built to be much of a guard of any sort. There’s not much of the kid.”
Wesley chuckles. “Well, security guard is a broad term. Gate man or doorman would be more accurate with the services that firm provides. But it does well enough. It’s a good little cash cow.”
Adin chuckles along. “Yes, one of your many wide and varied cash cows, Wes…. I’ve been checking you out…. Hope you’re all good with your taxes.”
Both men laugh.
“Is that a warning? Are you going to audit you’re favourite uncle?”
Adin sees Miranda over the back of the restaurant at a table with their friends. He leaves his uncle and walks around the crowd, picking up a tall scotch from the bar before joining her. The young, dark-haired Julian is with a group nearby and continually exchanges glances and smiles with Miranda throughout dinner. Adin catches his gaze several times and gets smiled at quite pleasantly, each time attempting to offer something positive in reply, but sensing failure in that. Sienna is as bubbly and talkative as ever. Miranda seems as subdued and distracted as Adin is.
Immediately after their meals, and with the band setting up, Miranda leans close to whisper to Adin, “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”
“Yeah…. Already?”
Miranda squeezes his hand and kisses his cheek. “I love you,” she further whispers and stands and walks over to where the guy Julian is standing with another couple of men. Miranda approaches beside him and is welcomed with his arm going around her waist. Adin meets Sienna’s eyes and does a little shrug in defeat. He lifts his hand to wave her a goodbye and stalks over to the bar.
Adin sits there with his back turned to his wife. He can see her in a mirrored wall behind the bar. She glances at him a few times but is chatting and laughing with the group of men. Before long her lover takes her hand and leads her towards the stairs. Adin turns on his bar stool and watches them. Miranda looks back from the top of the stairs and he holds her gaze for a few seconds before she does a little finger wave and turns away.
*
Adin can’t bring himself to follow his wife right away. He leans forward on his elbows and covers his mouth with his hands. His gut is tight and his blood is fizzing and causing a spell of light-headedness. The band suddenly starts and the blast of sound hits him hard and shocks him out of the haze that has descended upon him. He downs his drink and stalks through the restaurant to the stairs. His heart is in his throat as he trudges up and along the hallway to the viewing room. He opens the door and slips in, going to the window and looking through to see Miranda nude on the bed and Julian kicking away his jeans and crawling over her.
The lighting is as Adin had set it. He watches his wife open her mouth and accept the kiss of the man on top of her. It’s a tender kiss that becomes searching then passionate. It’s a mutual kiss, with Miranda giving as much as she’s being taken.
Adin watches while this other man feels his wife’s opening and prepares it for entry. The guy is simple and direct. He just fingers Miranda for a minute then positions the head of his cock and pushes into her.
Miranda spreads her legs wide and grips his butt, holding him while he thrusts then raking up his back when he starts pounding her. She has her head turned aside and is looking at the mirror. It appears to Adin that she has hardly built much excitement at all before the guy between her legs is jammed hard against her and obviously blowing his load.
Adin’s wife strokes down the back of her young lover and grips his bottom to hold him close. He’s propped on his elbows with her face in his hands. He resumes kissing her. His hips are rolling gently, his butt clenching with each thrust into Miranda. Her legs are relaxed aside, her knees bent up and her feet planted. Adin can’t quite see their coupling at the angle he’s viewing from, as they are lying diagonally across the bed. The guy is alternating between kissing Adin’s wife and watching her tits bounce as he thrusts into her.
Miranda begins lifting and grinding against him. She is undulating up off the mattress and fucking herself on the young guy’s cock. Adin squeezes his own erection and watches her build and go into orgasm before the guy on top of her takes control again and resumes pounding her.
Adin watches intently until the guy powers up into his wife and holds firm, pumping a second load of cum into her belly. Adin then slumps on the couch behind him and lies there staring at the ceiling and holding his limp cock in his pants, agonizing over the feel of his beautiful wife’s nude body pressed against him – over the thought of it, and the knowledge that this other man is experiencing that right then.
After probably a half hour lying there, Adin gets up to check through the window again. The bedside lamp is off, and in the dim glow he can see Miranda cuddled up to the guy’s chest. They’re talking and he’s stroking her back. She lifts to kiss him. He holds her head and takes her deeply for a while before releasing her – her head returning to rest upon his chest again.
Adin stands there watching for an hour until he’s sure they’re sleeping. He then abandons his vigil and just checks every now and then over the next few hours. He’s drinking steadily and feeling less pain. He dozes on and off too, and it’s about three in the morning when he checks the window and finds his wife being fucked again. They are under the bed cover. The guy is on top – Miranda’s legs obviously bent up and spread as he thrusts between them. This seems to go on for ages before he finally jams hard against her and pumps his third load of cum into her fertile womb, as Adin pictures it.
The kissing then resumes and Adin turns away and slumps onto his couch to give in to his drunkenness and welcome the mind-numbing relief of sleep.
Chapter 21
Miranda wakes and switches on her phone to check the time. It’s almost seven o’clock. She slips carefully from bed, leaving her lover gently snoring, and she dresses and sneaks from the room.
She creeps along and checks the room she and Adin have, but Adin’s not there and the bed hasn’t been slept in. She goes back to the viewing room and sees him there asleep on a couch.
Miranda gently closes the door and goes back to her room to shower and wash away the scent and dried saliva and cum from the other man. She enjoys a long hot soaking, content with the knowledge that on the inside she is absolutely bathed
in semen from that young lover and the two older men as well – that if the timing is right, there’s every chance she could fall pregnant to one of them.
Adin is there when she comes from the shower. His eyes are terribly bloodshot, his face drawn and pale. “Let’s get going,” he says gruffly.
“Okay….” Miranda agrees. She has no desire to get into any kind of discussion with her husband, in the mood he’s obviously in. She sits beside him on the bed. “I want to get going too. Can you go and get our car?”
“Yeah?” His head lifts – a half smile in his eyes now.
“Yes, and I don’t want to see anyone this morning – Wes or Simon or anyone…. Can you just take me home, please?”
“You bet…. I’ll have to go get the keys and find where they parked us…. Get packed, okay? And call Sienna. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Miranda dresses and packs quickly. Her girlfriend is up and about, ready to go for breakfast but agreeable to hitting the road and getting something at a truck stop or café instead. Adin returns within ten minutes and they’re on their way.
Travel chat that morning is about naturalism and how great the lake was, but not about sex. Miranda is not wishing to go there with her husband in company, and their friends have obviously got their own new and very private issues to work through.
They make a short stop for breakfast and are home before midday. Adin leaves Miranda to shower and get some sleep. She wants to wait for him to initiate anything, and it’s after their evening meal that he deliberately looks at her. He’s on the lounge. She has just come from a bath. He has captured her hand on the way past and guided her to sit beside him.
He starts by drawing a big breath and slowly expelling. “That was pretty tough last night for me, baby. Sorry I’ve been out of it all day. I’m just trying to get my head around everything.”
“I know,” Miranda assures kindly. “I understand.”
“Thanks…. On balance, I’m okay with everything we did this weekend. Some big highs and deep lows.”
Miranda grimaces guiltily. “Pretty much all highs for me.”
Adin chuckles, rolling his eyes. “I figured.” He takes a moment to continue, looking down at their intertwined fingers then back up from them. “How many times did that guy cum in you last night?”
“Four times,” Miranda answers softly. “Plus he was fingering me or playing with my breasts most of the night as well – and kissing me.”
Adin draws another big breath and tilts to look up Miranda’s short satin negligee. Her legs are bent up to one side. She lifts the upper one and opens her thighs for her husband. “Looks kind of red,” he says.
“Uh huh…. I just fucked myself with your deodorant can in the bath. It’s just the right shape.”
“Did you? Seriously?” Adin asks.
Miranda nods. “I can’t help it…. I thought I was satisfied this morning but I’m just so horny at the moment.”
Adin is stroking his cock through his shorts. Miranda lies back against the arm rest and opens her legs properly. “Aw fuck,” Adin groans.
“Or you can have me from behind again if you want,” Miranda offers. “Or you could invite Corey or that old pervert guy to come over for a while…?”
Adin pulls down his shorts and lies down on top of Miranda. He wipes his cockhead through her gash and fists it into her. She lifts and braces against his gentle thrusts – his length inching into her. “No, baby, I think I can take it from here,” he tells her. “Let’s just wait and see if you’re pregnant from this weekend before we think about letting anyone else fuck you, okay?”
“Uh huh…. Whatever my husband says,” Miranda answers sweetly, opening for his mouth and tongue….
*
Miranda begins three weeks annual leave from the following morning. Their new house will be ready soon and she has to pack. She drives Adin to work and does a big shopping. She then drives back across the city to meet Sienna for lunch at Coco’s Café.
“So…?’ Miranda starts at first opportunity.
“Just that one guy and three times,” Sienna answers. “And you – in total?”
“The two older guys and that nice young one, and I lost count of how many times.”
“Mmm, he was yummy. Julian, right?”
“Yeah – he was actually too anxious and not exactly giving, if you know what I mean.”
Sienna shrugs, “I could say the same about Robert. He was way short of where Paul is at the moment…. He’s gone to a whole other level since we started this.”
“Yeah – Adin has too. He’s turned into a frigging cave man. I love it,” Miranda enthuses whisperingly.
“Okay but what about later – are you guys going to keep playing?”
“I don’t know. Maybe…. Adin says he wants to give it a break for a while, but I think he really likes it too. He’s just doing it a bit tough because of the possible pregnancy thing, I think.”
“Oh yeah.” Sienna’s brows lift excitedly. “That’s actually a whole other level right there. A whole other level of bad!”
They share a giggle and lots more detail over a quick lunch, with Sienna having to rush back to work. Miranda is parked a couple of blocks along the main street. When she arrives at her car she’s startled by a figure stepping from a shop doorway and confronting her with a huge smile.
“Oh shit! Carlton! What the hell?”
“Hey, beautiful, I’m back. Did you miss me?”
“No. What the hell are you doing back here again? You said you were all finished with that thing you were doing.” Miranda pushes away from a hand slipping around her waist. “No, Carlton. I can’t see you this time…. I just can’t, okay?”
“Hey – why not, beautiful? Your husband didn’t come looking for me last time. Did you tell him about us?”
“Yes, I told him. And he didn’t come looking because I said you’d left town…. Stop it!” Miranda cries, pushing arms away as the guy crowds her back against the car. He’s persistently smiling and touching her. She’s gripping his wrists but he has hold of her waist. “Carlton!” she complains, but he cuts her off by pressing his lips to hers. He mashes hard and probes with his tongue. She opens for him and accepts it.
“Yeah – that’s my girl,” he growls into her mouth. He has a thigh between hers. It’s firm and flexing as she melts over it.
“But I can’t,” Miranda utters weakly.
“Sure you can…. I heard you’ve been putting out all weekend up at the nudist joint.”
“What? How did you hear that?”
“I just did. And now I need to fuck you too….” He teases another kiss and presses more firmly with his thigh. “Do you want it right here on the street or do you want to come upstairs?”
“Upstairs where?” Miranda whimpers as the guy closes his mouth over hers and inserts his tongue again. “No! Stop it!” she then cries and fights her way clear. “Just leave me alone, Carlton!”
Miranda hurries around the car and gets in and drives off. Her pussy is on fire and she squirms a hand between her thighs, swallowing at the powerfully arousing essence of the man she left standing there smiling confidently after her. She’s proud of herself for having denied him. She nearly gave in but knows it would have been too much to have to confess to her husband this time.
She drives home and spends the afternoon wrapping and packing. Adin calls from his office and tells her not to wait up, that the case they’re dealing with has hotted up again and that they’re going to be working into the night. He crawls into bed around midnight and is gone again at six in the morning.
Miranda goes back to bed after sending him off with a cooked breakfast. She uses her fingers to quench her constant arousal and does so again sitting amongst the cardboard packing boxes on her lounge room floor later that morning.
Early afternoon there’s a call from Adin. “Hey, baby, this is all going to shit here. We have to fly back up to this Harrison Mead guy’s head office and will probably be stuck there
all week…. Would you be able to pack me a bag and cone pick me up, please?”
“Oh no – seriously?”
“I know, baby, sorry…. The Senate committee is all over us, though. I’ve got no choice.”
Miranda gets past complaining and does as her husband has asked. She has him to the airport with a packed bag within an hour. She hangs around to see him off then drives back through the city, stopping at Coco’s and fibbing to herself that she’s not hoping to bump into Carlton again.
She finishes a coffee, laughs at herself, and strolls back to where she has parked – the same part of the street as last time, and across the road from the hotel he seemed to have been staying at.
Miranda sits there in her car for an hour before giving up and driving home, disappointed and embarrassed at herself. She is then at her door turning the key when a deep voice asks from behind her, “Hey, beautiful, how you going?”
Miranda’s heart stops then pounds as she turns to meet Carlton’s huge smile. “Carlton! What are you doing here?” she challenges with quickly manufactured indignation.
“I was just passing,” the guy says easily as he stands from where he’s sitting on the upper stair case. He has a bottle of wine with a bow on it.
“And what’s that for?” Miranda further challenges.
“It’s like a parting gift.”
“Oh! You’re parting again, are you?”
The guy chuckles. “Yep…. I noticed a nice little BYO restaurant down the street. We could have it over dinner.” He checks his watch. “Take off before hubby gets home and call to say you got held up somewhere…?”
“Hmm….” Miranda is backed against her door with Carlton crowding close. “Alarm bells are going off in her head, but she’s back where she was an hour ago stalking the guy. Good sense has abandoned her. It had done so weeks ago and she can’t stop herself right now. She opens her door and backs through, holding it and inviting the man inside. “Adin is out of town, so we can just get some takeaway,” she says.
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