Adin huffs a breath. He’s stroking Miranda’s hair and he kisses it. “That just clicked as soon as that guy said Wes paid him…. He obviously sent the guy to get you – to get us – interested in his swinging and shit…. The manipulative fucking prick!”
“I know. It made sense to me too as soon as Carlton said that.” Miranda peers up. “Just let it go, though…. It’s not worth it…. I’d rather just forget everything negative and be pregnant…. I don’t care about stupid Wes or Carlton or any of those other men, Adin.”
“What – just let it slide?”
“No – just turn your back on your uncle. Have nothing more to do with him if you really want to upset him.”
“Huh!” Adin chuckles. “You mean like the silent treatment?”
Miranda giggles. “Like super-powered silent treatment.”
Chapter 24
Miranda spends the next week all over her husband and waiting on his every whim. Whatever weird sexual funk she had been in those few weeks has ended, and she is simply feeling alive and vibrant as a result of having experienced it.
It’s the Wednesday of the third week of her vacation time when Adin comes home from work and pulls her into his arms to spin while kissing her hard. “Are you ready, baby?”
“Ready for what?”
He puts her down and rattles keys in front of her face. “I told the removalist to be here in the morning.”
“Our house?” Miranda cries.
“Yep – a week early!”
Miranda has been packed and ready for days. By the next afternoon she is wandering around the boxes and big empty rooms. The furnishings from their small apartment don’t go anywhere near filling a four bedroom family home.
“Plus we really need grass,” Adin offers, pulling her to his side to look out the lounge room window.
Miranda takes his hand and draws him to the kitchen and her handbag sitting on the counter. She takes a pharmacy package from it and faces her husband. “What we really need is to know the result of this!” she declares, removing a home pregnancy test kit from the bag.
Adin points at it. “You’re late?”
Miranda nods. “I’ve been this late before.”
Adin swallows and huffs a big breath. He nods. “Okay…. So…?”
“I’m going to pee on a stick and come back,” she says, walking toward the toilet. “We’ll find out together….”
Miranda has studied the instructions. She doesn’t allow herself to think – just does the deed and goes straight back to her husband in the kitchen. He looks pale – worried and nervous. “We have to wait another minute or so,” Miranda tells him. She’s covering the stick with her hand. She leans back into a cuddle. “Are you okay?” she asks warmly.
“Yeah…. I want it to be positive.”
“Me too…. I’m so excited for this, Adin.”
“I know, baby. Can we look yet?”
“It said two minutes…. I think it’s been that long,” Miranda says – her heart in her throat as she reveals the stick with a bright blue cross displaying a positive pregnancy result. She turns and throws her arms around her husband’s neck. He crushes her in a hug. Miranda’s skin is tingling all over – her belly doing flip-flops. Her mind is filled with the thrilling question of which of the men it is that has gotten her pregnant. It’s the first thing that has risen up from within her and it’s all consuming right then.
Adin holds her away and looks into her eyes, demanding her attention. He swallows hard. “I wonder who, baby.”
Miranda feels her blush fill her neck and face. “Definitely one of them,” she says. “I’m definitely pregnant to one of them, Adin.”
Adin lifts her into his arms and carries her to their unmade bed. He places her down and starts ripping at his clothing. She pushes her panties down and checks herself. She’s slick. She spreads her legs and guides her husband into her pregnant body. He takes her mouth and fucks her slow and deep, emptying his balls into her as her orgasm is gripping her belly and contracting her vagina around his iron-hard shaft.
*
Adin has taken the rest of the week off work. They spend the few days setting up their new home and fucking in all the rooms. On the Sunday afternoon they’re cuddled up on the lounge watching television. Miranda is lying back against her husband’s chest. He’s stroking her hair. She’s almost dozing off. He traces down the neckline of her button-up house dress and pops a couple of buttons, moving the fabric away from a breast and exposing it.
Miranda looks up at him. “Again?” They made love an hour earlier.
“That guy will be back to hook up the new modem soon…. Let him have a look…?”
Miranda’s blush fires up. “Yeah? Really?’
Adin kisses her temple as he reaches beneath the short skirt of her dress and tugs at the waistband of her panties. “Do you want to?’ he asks breathily.
“Uh huh….” Miranda lifts her bottom and lets her husband push her panties down.
“I noticed him checking you out this morning…. When he gets here, I’ll head out the back and keep busy – let him get onto you a bit if he wants.”
“Okay,” Miranda utters into a kiss.
“Aw fuck yeah, baby,” Adin groans excitedly into her mouth. “I hope the guy tries something with you.”
Miranda nods. She catches a breath and fiddles with her husband’s chest hair through his open shirt – her panties around her ankles. She swallows and peers up. “I’d like to suck him off, if he does try something with me.”
Adin nods too, just as there’s a loud knock at the door. He goes to answer it. Miranda quickly pushes her panties into a wash basket in her laundry then returns fixing her hair and smiling. Adin walks into the living room followed by the guy and a young female colleague – both in uniform and outfitted with tool belts and company caps.
Adin shows them to his office where the modem is to be installed. He comes back and Miranda jumps into his arms laughing under her breath, as is he.
The telecommunications workers are done in short order. Miranda and Adin fuck again after they’ve gone and are cooking the evening meal together when there’s another loud knock on their front door.
Adin goes to answer it. Miranda can hear from the kitchen and recognises Wesley’s voice. He’s pleading to be let in so he can apologize properly. Adin relents and allows him to come to Miranda in the kitchen.
“Miranda, hello! How are you?” he gushes.
“Fine….” Miranda has her arms folded behind her kitchen counter.
Wesley’s smile ends. He frowns from her to her husband, shaking his head. “Okay, okay – I’m an arsehole,” he admits, raising his hands in surrender. “I’m terribly sorry for what I did, Miranda, Adin…. I have no excuse. Sending that guy to get between you was wrong, and if it has led to any deep or long-term hurt I don’t expect you will ever forgive me.”
“Forgive you?” Adin scoffs. “What the fuck, Wes – you hired a fucking gigolo to seduce Miranda…. That isn’t how you treat family, or anyone you have respect for.”
“And I thought you were nice,” Miranda adds simply.
Wesley’s face reddens at that. He appears genuinely stung. He nods slowly and motions to a stool at the counter. “May I?”
Adin motions to the stool.
Wesley sits and rubs his face. “Look…. I’ve always been – I don’t know – a loner or whatever. I don’t have great social skills. I don’t always know when I’m being a dick…. I just wanted you both to come and share the resort with me…. I don’t have anyone else…. Adin, your mother is my only sibling and you’re her only child…. As for the next generation – you’re it. There’s no one else.”
Adin has approached beside Miranda and put an arm around her. “Well, I wish you hadn’t fucked with us like that, Wes…. I get what you mean. There’s only a few of us.”
Wesley nods, frowning harder. “But are you okay…? Miranda…?”
“We’re fine,” Miranda answers war
mly now. “You’re are such a dick though, Wes. We probably would have really enjoyed the resort without the silly games.”
A smile twinkles in Wesley’s eyes. He looks to Adin.
Adin shakes his head. “I wanted to come out and punch your head in. You’re lucky Miranda stopped me.”
“Okay! Punishment. That’s good. Now we’re talking my language.” Wesley pulls a check book from his pocket. “I think I deserve a fine. How’s that sound?”
“A fine?’ Miranda queries, confused but interested.
“Like a big fat speeding ticket for being a dick,” Wesley suggests, again looking to Adin.
Adin shrugs. “What the hell are you talking about, Wes? Straight up. What the fuck?”
“Alright. Straight up – I want to make it up to you both for being a dick and fucking with you…. And I’m not talking about the future. Just about correcting the balance sheet for the past.” Wesley opens his check book and writes in their names as payee on a check. He then places his pen ready to fill the amount. “How much is the mortgage on your house?”
Miranda’s belly does a flip-flop. “Three hundred thousand,” she blurts.
Wesley fills in the check to that amount and tears it off the stub. He places it on the counter and puts away his check book.
“Fuck.” Adin says.
Miranda is about to burst with glee.
Wesley addresses Adin evenly. “I’m worth over eighty million, Adin. That’s a speeding ticket.”
Adin picks up the check. “Fuck,” he says again, and Miranda can’t contain a shriek as she clings to his arm.
Wesley huffs a breath. “All good, then? Can we start fresh?”
“We can start fresh,” Miranda tells him.
“Fuck….” Adin says again, shaking his head but smiling too.
Wesley places keys on the counter in front of Miranda and Adin. “Will you both consider coming to spend some time with me out at the resort – come share it with me…?”
“Share it with you?” Adin echoes.
“As family…. Adin, what is mine is yours…. Nothing to do with the naturalism or swinging. We’ll get you both cute little uniforms if you like….. You can do the cruise tours, Adin…. Miranda, your pretty face would be far better welcoming new guests than Simon’s ugly mug…. Just on weekends sometimes?” Wesley tries with a big grin.
Adin picks up the keys. “A Range Rover?”
“It’s the one you were driving around the other week. That hire car franchise is actually one of my things.” Wes gets up and walks. “I’ve got to go…. Think about it, huh? The lake is a great place to stay and play if you happen to have enjoyed the open sex…. There’ll always be new men you could be shared with, Miranda…. No shortage of opportunities to watch them get with her, Adin.”
Miranda and Adin follow to their front door and watch Wesley get into the back of a black sports car and be whisked away. The big shiny Range Rover is sitting there in their driveway. They look from it to each other. Adin still has the check in his hand. “Fuck….” he says again.
Miranda cuddles up. “I like the idea of sharing the resort with him.”
“Yeah?” Adin asks, kissing the top of her head.
“And of letting the men fuck me,” Miranda goes on hopefully.
Adin draws a breath and expels slowly. “I want that too, baby…. Just to pick a guy out from time to time and get you taken to bed and fucked.” He swallows and kisses the top of Miranda’s head again. “I love it when you sleep with them, baby…. Completely nude and being fucked all night….”
*****
Hi there, thank you so much for reading the second of my new “Full Service” series. I hope you enjoyed sweet Miranda and her rather aggressive hubby. As with many of my stories, this wasn’t about the wife needing a big, dominant, well-hung stud to satisfy her. Adin was certainly up to that task himself. It was an interesting experience for me to write Adin’s aggression and blend that with his arousal over seeing Miranda with other dudes. I hope it worked for you. Also, it was fun to let Miranda be a bit naughty behind Adin’s back – having to confess and accept being re-taken by him afterward. It was an intricate nuance to have her kind of unable to stop herself from cheating while knowing that she would be compelled to tell her husband about it afterward…. And for anyone who hasn’t read the first book of the series, “Shared Wife Annabelle” is also a novel-length tale packed with erotic encounters told from the viewpoint of the hotwife or hubby watching on…. Again though, thank you so much for picking up “Shared Wife Miranda”. Please consider leaving a review if you enjoyed the read.
Matt Coolomon
To preview my 20+ eBook and Paperback titles please visit:
Coolomon Amazon US
Coolomon Amazon UK
Or search Matt Coolomon on your national Amazon site.
Plenty of variety in 5 different series!
The Story of Sweet Catherine: 6 book series that follows the sexual adventures of Sweet Slut Catherine from age 18 to early 30s::: Daughter Seduced by Older men…. Daughter Gives In to the Local Boys…. New Wife’s Nude Beach Surprise…. Pretty Wife Seduced by the Bad Boy…. Wife Gives In to the Man Next Door…. Pretty Wife Agrees to be Gang Banged.
First Cuckolding: 11 book series with a final volume planned. These novellas and short novels focus on that point where the idea of wife sharing first sparks for each of the couples – the story taking us through the initial conversations and on into the first experience of the wife being fucked by another man::: Married Couple Visit a Swinger Club…. Young Wife Gets a Sensual Massage…. Wife Shared at the Lake…. Wife Tries Oral at a Party…. Young Wife Shared on a Desert Island…. Wife Offered to the House Guest…. Wife Shared with Dirty Old Men…. Girlfriend Agrees to Sex with his Buddies…. Bride-to-be Tries Other Men…. Wife Tries Flashing and More…. Girlfriend Agrees to go Topless.
Taking Her: An ongoing series that will end up with quite a few volumes. These stories are about women, married or engaged to be married, who meet another man. They are highly erotic tales of forbidden new love::: Trial Separation Sex…. More to follow soon.
All in: This 6 volume series is about men winning the hearts of women. It’s highly romantic and the sex is hot. The settings are high impact thrillers in their own right. These books are for when you want to get your teeth into something substantial in terms of love and intrigue::: Inside Madeline…. Inside April…. Clair, Nicole, Kate and Juliette to come.
Full Service: Another ongoing series that could end up with any number of volumes. These are full length novels about married women getting pregnant to men other than their husbands. With a libertine focus on the actual sex, these should read well for couples and men, as well as women. That is to say that hubby angst and the inevitable humiliation of being cuckolded are only spices here – not the focus of the story::: Shared Wife Annabelle…. Shared Wife Miranda.
Plus a bunch of individual titles that will grow to include plenty of light horror and fantasy, always with that erotic edge of course::: The Lusty Librarian…. Jail bait or just plain bait?.... Glory Hole Wife…. Party Girl Shared…. She Will Please You….
Shared Wife Miranda: Sperm Count (Full Service Book 2) Page 22