“Even better….”
Carlton holds the door above Miranda’s head. She turns from him and walks to her kitchen, dropping her bag on the counter and stopping there as the guy presses close behind her. He places his hands on her hips. Her hands are shaking as she grips his there. He bends to her neck and she tilts aside for him.
“So, you’ve been thinking about this, eh?” He kisses her softly.
“Uh huh….” Miranda utters. “I shouldn’t be, but I can’t help it.”
“Good. Me too…. I can’t help it either, Miranda…. I want to cum inside you.” Carlton shifts her hair aside and sucks firmly on her neck. “I’m so fucking backed up thinking about you, beautiful….”
“You are?” Miranda moans as she grinds onto a surging erection.
The guy kisses up to her ear. “My balls are so fucking full and it’s all your fault.”
“It is…?” Miranda utters.
“Ooh yeah….”
“And what are your balls full of?” Miranda goes on teasingly now as she wiggles back onto the thick shaft between the cheeks of her bottom.
Carlton feels beneath the front of her skirt and rubs into her slit. “They’re full of cum, baby.”
“Mmm – and is your cum full of sperm?” Miranda teases herself now.
“You bet it is. It’s fucking thick with sperm and I’m going to pump it into your womb,” he groans, pushing fingers up inside of her. “Yeah – that’s so fucking tight.”
“Uh huh – it’s tight for you,” Miranda breathes into his hair. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Carlton lifts Miranda and carries her through the apartment. He shoulders open the bathroom door then the bedroom. He puts her on her bed and starts undressing. She lies there with her legs bent up and together.
“Where are your panties today?’ he asks, grinning.
Miranda shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“So, hubby’s out of town and you’re getting around with no panties on…?”
Miranda swallows. “I was looking for you and I took them off.”
“Looking for me?”
Miranda nods. “At your hotel. Parked outside.”
“Because you want that?” Carlton asks, glancing down at his cock. It’s standing bolt upright.
Miranda nods again. “I need it,” she utters truthfully.
Carlton crawls over her and takes her lips. He lifts her tank top and tosses it aside. She unclips her bra and he grabs that and throws it away as well. He lowers and touches her dripping slit with the head of his cock. She undulates up off the bed to capture it, and he rolls his hips and impales her on it….
Chapter 22
Adin spends 10 minutes unpacking his wheelie bag then heads out the door. His colleagues are already getting started when he arrives at the disgraced MP’s office. They get straight into searching and analysing the files and financial data. A couple of hours later their meals arrive. Adin takes the opportunity to call his wife and say goodnight. It’s only a little after eight, but he may not get another chance as he’s working with two other people and they’re as motivated to get the task completed as he is.
Miranda answers after a couple of rings. “Hi, darling. How was your flight?”
“It was okay, baby. There were spare seats, so plenty of room for a change…. We’re deep into it here and probably going through till midnight or so.”
“Oh okay,” Miranda says, half giggling it seems. “Um – sorry – what were you saying?”
“Nothing. Just that I’ll try and get this done as quickly as I can…. Are you okay, baby? You sound like you’re puffing.”
“No, I’m fine…. It’s just um – these heavy boxes and that.”
“Oh yeah – how’s the packing going? I should be home for the weekend to help with it, baby. You don’t have to do it all.”
“No – I won’t be doing it all,” Miranda says, stifling another giggling sound and shuffling around, it seems.
Adin has a cold chill crawl up his spine. He just listens for a minute but doesn’t hear anything else – nothing at all, actually – as if the phone is being covered.
“Are you still there?’ Miranda asks through another heavy breath.
“Yeah, I’m here, baby…. Are you sure you’re okay?”
It takes a moment for Miranda to respond this time. Adin can still hear her breathing before she says softly, “I love you, Adin…. Uhh..hh…” she moans raggedly.
Adin’s face flushes. “Are you…?”
“Yeah… Uhh..hhh…”
Adin grips his hardening cock under the desk. He massages it and continues to listen intently to muffled shuffling and his wife’s breathing. There’s a harsh squelch like something rubbing the phone then that clears and there’s squeaking and a definite slapping sound.
“Uhh..hhh..hh…” Miranda suddenly cries out and the other sounds stop – but was there a deeper groan in the background, Adin wonders as he strains to hear more – his cock fully erect against his groin.
There’s a dry swallowing sound then Miranda expels a breath. “I’m sorry – I just….”
“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay….” Adin responds quickly – his heart in his throat.
Miranda expels again and sniffs. “I love you so much, Adin.”
“I know, baby…. I love you too….”
Miranda sniffs again. “I’m going to go now, okay? Call me tomorrow?”
“Okay – I’ll call you tomorrow,” Adin agrees stiffly as one of his work colleagues sits beside him and addresses a computer screen, rubbing his face and yawning.
*
It’s midnight before Adin gets back to his hotel room. He hasn’t had an opportunity to stew over what he fears might have been happening on the other end of that phone call to his wife. Had she been masturbating or was there a man there? And which man, and where in fact was she?
Adin wants to call his home number but knows it’s too late. The ring tone is set low and it would only go to voice mail. He pulls up Miranda’s contact and hovers a thumb over the call icon. She always keeps her mobile by the bed at night and it’s always set to ring quite loudly.
Adin shuts down his phone and tosses it on the bed, falling back with his hands over his face. He’s dog tired and has a headache. He considers a tall scotch but decides on a couple of pain killers and to pull the covers over. He tosses back and forth agonizing over the mental picture of Miranda in a hotel room with some arsehole from the bar or something – the picture forming to the shape of the blond pretty-boy surfer mostly.
Sleep eventually puts Adin out of his misery but he only gets 4 hours before his phone alarm goes off, and after a quick coffee he’s in a cab and back to the endless pages of account details he’s sifting through and matching and checking off.
There are no calls or texts from Miranda all morning, and Adin wants to wait and see if she will eventually contact him. He waits all day and until seven that evening before he gives in and hits the call icon. The phone rings for a while. It’s probably about to ring out when it finally clicks and Miranda speaks.
“Hi….” is all she says, her tone subdued – measured.
Adin tries to sound upbeat. “Hey, baby, how was your day?”
“Fine…. How about yours? Are you nearly finished yet?”
Adin huffs his frustration at the thought of it. “No end in sight…. This guy has shit buried so deep….”
“Oh….”
“So, what are you up to anyway, baby? What are you doing tonight?”
“Nothing. Just watching some TV.”
“Oh okay.” Adin waits a moment but Miranda offers nothing more. “Are you sure you’re alright, Miranda? You sound a bit off.”
“No, I’m okay. I’m fine…. I just wish you were home is all.”
“I know…. Me too…. But I’ll make it up to you on the weekend – promise!”
Miranda sniffs. “There’s nothing to make up, Adin.”
“Well, I’ll make up t
o you for the fun of it, then.”
“Hmm – alright then.” There’s a hint of a smile in Miranda’s voice with that.
Adin looks in through a window to see his computer screen there waiting for him. “Okay, baby, got to go and get this shit done…. Sweet dreams?”
“Okay. Sweet dreams,” Miranda echoes without much enthusiasm. “I just really love you okay, Adin?”
“I really love you too, baby,” Adin tells his wife, matching the affirmation in her tone.
“Okay bye,” she adds softly and the phone clicks off.
“Oh fuck,” Adin mutters to himself as he pockets his phone. “That did not sound good.”
He wants to analyse and mull over every word and inflection from his wife but has no opportunity as his work partner is glaring at him to get back in there and on with the job.
Adin takes a breath and strides from the kitchenette he had taken refuge in. The concentration required to keep up with his partner has his personal life pushed to the back of his mind over the next few hours. At nine, a coffee break is called and the four of them get up to stretch. They’re standing around waiting for water to boil when Nate Ashford, their team leader, storms into the room with an announcement.
“Pack up and go home, kids. We’re done here.”
“We’re done?” they all toss back as one.
Ashford upturns his hands and shrugs. “An hour ago Harrison Mead suffered a massive heart attack and was pronounced dead on arrival at hospital…. Case closed.”
*
Adin is in a cab to the airport within 20 minutes. He gets there to find the next flight won’t be until one in the morning – a three hour wait. He kicks back on a lounge and doesn’t call his wife. He argues with himself that it will be a nice surprise, but he knows he wants to arrive home unannounced to make sure Miranda is actually even there at all.
He’s tired enough to sleep a little, passing two of the three hours in peaceful slumber. The short flight has him in a cab by 2am, and he’s standing at the stairwell of his apartment building within fifteen minutes of that.
Adin’s heart is tight in his chest as he creeps up the stairs and stops at his apartment door. He listens first. There is no sound within that he can detect. He carefully inserts his key and turns the lock and door handle. His heart is thumping now. He can hear that clearly inside his head. He is carrying his wheelie bag and places it on the carpet in the lounge. The apartment is in darkness but there’s crisp moonlight and blinds are open.
Adin slips off his shoes and creeps to his bedroom door. It’s open. He swallows hard and looks around the door frame to see his sleeping wife cuddled to the chest of another man.
Chapter 23
Adin stands there in the doorway less than surprised, and although disappointed, he isn’t feeling anger. There’s a sheet covering Miranda and her lover. Miranda’s arm is positioned low down, and after Adin has been standing there for a while, it begins moving back and forth. She kisses the guy’s chest then kisses a bit lower. She nuzzles beneath the sheet and her form works lower still, until it’s obvious to Adin that she has taken the guy’s cock into her mouth. He has an arm thrust back above the pillow. He places a hand on Miranda’s sheet-covered head and holds her there while she bobs and moans – her mouth plainly full.
“Fuck yes,” the guy groans. “You fucking love that fat cock, don’t you, beautiful?”
“Mmm – I love it,” Miranda moans some more.
The guy holds her head and thrusts a few times before arching his head back and groaning his pleasure. He lifts the sheet, a chuckle in his voice, “You want another load, I take it?”
“Yes, please,” Miranda answers sweetly.
“Do you want to eat it?”
“Um – no….”
“So, where do you want it?”
“You know where…. Down there,” Miranda answers sweetly again.
“Tell me where, exactly!” the guy goes on evenly.
“In my married pussy…. In my womb….” Miranda utters. “It’s been hours and I want to feel it in me again…. Please?”
“Yeah that’s it, kiss them. Kiss my balls and get them nice and full…. There’s a good girl.”
“Mmm – I want them full,” Miranda moans – her smooching sounds carrying to where Adin has moved back from the doorway and is listening from around the edge of it.
“Alright, cone on then,” the guy says. There are then shuffling sounds before Miranda moans again, louder this time.
Adin peeps around the door to see his wife has straddled the guy and is grinding on his cock. She’s completely nude, her tits visible either side of her slender back as they swing with her gyrations. Adin crushes his erect cock through his trousers. He can hear the slurping and suction of their coupling – of the slippery penetration of this other man’s penis inside of his wife’s vagina.
Miranda’s action quickens and becomes measured and forceful. She’s virtually humping the guy but suddenly grinds to a halt and clamps down hard. “Uhh..hhhh…hhh….” she cries out and grinds back and forth once more – her chest shuddering as her head drops forward.
The guy pulls her to his chest. She crumples onto him and he turns her over, lifting one of her legs upon his shoulder. He pulls back then powers into her, thumping the breath out of her.
Adin steps around into the doorway and flicks on the light.
“Oh fuck!” the guy yelps and scrambles from the bed and onto the floor.
“Ahhhh!” Miranda screams, her hands flying to cover her face.
Adin takes two steps and as the other man scrambles to his feet he hits him flush on his nose and sends him thudding against the wall.
Miranda screams again, clutching the sheet to her neck and huddling against the bedhead. Adin waits for the young surfer to right himself. He has one hand covering his package and the other over his mouth and nose – blood dripping from between his fingers.
Adin picks up a pair of jeans and tosses them at him. “Hurry up,” he demands.
Carlton pulls his jeans on and up, buttoning them. “I don’t want to fight you, man,” he says, shaking his head – fear in his eyes.
Adin has raised his fists in readiness, he motions with a glance. “That’s my wife and my bed – you had to know this was coming.”
“Adin, no!” Miranda blubbers. “Please?”
Adin doesn’t offer her eye contact. He beckons the other man forward. “Come on….”
Carlton raises his fists but remains backed against the wall. Adin steps forward and the guy lunges, swinging wildly and connecting with the side of his head. The blow stuns Adin a little but he quickly regains balance and buries his fist into ribs, hearing them crack, then into a jaw, sending the lighter man thumping against the wall again. He then continues forward and plants the guy’s throat against the wall, eyeballing him an inch from his face. He crushes the throat in his grip. The guy pulls at his arm, thrashing wildly as his face reddens and his eyes water.
Adin releases and steps back. Carlton slumps to his knees, choking for breath. Adin backs around to the other side of the bed – his usual side – and starts undoing his shirt. Miranda stares horrified, still with the sheet clutched to her chin. Carlton staggers to his feet and looks toward the doorway. “This is fucked, man…. Your fucking uncle paid me to come here.”
Adin tosses his shirt in his cane basket in the corner. “You work for Wesley, huh? That makes sense.”
“He paid you?” Miranda sobs. “What do you mean he paid you? To do what, exactly?”
“So, he set you up at Miranda’s work with a dodgy sales gig…?” Adin says. “I always knew you were full of shit, dude.” Adin drops his trousers and briefs, pulling them off and tossing them into the basket as well. “You realize if I ever catch you in the same city as Miranda again I’m going to pick up from where we left off here, right?”
The guy looks up from Adin’s cock – confusion filling his eyes now.
“Go on – pick up your shit an
d fuck off,” Adin growls, and he turns his attention to his wife. She looks to him. Tears are streaming down her face – her eyes deep and tragic. Adin crawls over her, seeing the last of her lover scurrying from the room with shoes and a shirt in his hands. He moves right over Miranda and slips and arm beneath her legs.
“Adin….” She implores meekly.
He shakes his head slowly. “Not a fucking word unless it’s to tell me to stop,” he says while pulling the sheet from her fists.
The front door slams shut. Miranda’s eyes waver toward the sound then flash back to Adin’s. He presses his lips to hers. Her mouth is cold and shut tight but it opens for him. He takes her head in his hand and deepens his kiss. She moans softly into it. “I’m so sorry,” she whimpers but Adin just kisses her harder and works his thighs between hers. She wraps her arms around him and digs nails into his back as he lifts her with his erection, finding her wet and gaping open. He lifts her with a slow insertion then impales her with the length of his cock – her teeth cutting into his shoulder as she cries out.
*
Adin crushes his beautiful woman to his body and services her as best he can. He then holds her close for the last few hours of night and into the morning. He wakes with a plan. Miranda is there cuddled up and fiddling with his chest hair.
She sniffs. “Adin, can I explain now, please?”
Adin kisses her hair. “Are you in love with the guy, baby?”
“No!” Miranda cries, aghast. “Oh my god no, Adin.”
“Well, there’s nothing to explain…. I get it. It’s all a part of the same thing – him fucking you, along with these other guys I let fuck you…. It’s a grey area – a fine line…. I’m not angry with you, baby. I just don’t like being fucked with and manipulated, and I’m going to pay my uncle a visit this morning and have a man to man with him about that too.”
“Are you going to punch Wes?” Miranda asks flatly.
Adin chuckles. “I don’t know…. Maybe….”
Miranda kisses his chest. “Please don’t?”
“Why?”
“Because you shouldn’t fight people…. And he’s old and thin, and you’ll really hurt him.”
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