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  Miranda watches around but the beach is almost deserted now. Keith lifts and inspects his work. Miranda checks to find a small red welt. Keith sucks her nipple, swirling his tongue around it. She draws a breath and arches against the wet contact, her gaze roaming and meeting Adin’s again. He lifts his head, motioning for her to come. She does a little nod but her beach lover moves to her other nipple and she closes her eyes and arches that side of her chest as well.

  “Mmm I love that but I really have to go,” Miranda says.

  “Is that him up there – your husband?”

  “Yes. It’s okay, though. You don’t have to worry.”

  Keith takes Miranda into his arms and kisses her lips again. He’s holding her across his lap, bending her back and taking her deeply. He breaks off the kiss and teases her parted lips. “Stay longer? Make him wait?”

  Miranda’s blush rises. She tries to catch another kiss but the guy denies her. “Take me for a walk to the water, then?” she asks sweetly. “I’ll stay longer if you take me for a little swim.”

  “Sure….” Keith gives her the kiss, stroking her face and keeping her bent back while he searches her mouth with his tongue. “But you can’t swim in these,” he says, tugging at the front of her shorts.

  Miranda giggles. “Hmm – but don’t get any big ideas.” She lifts so the guy can push her shorts down her legs and she kicks them off. She then pushes away from his cuddle and gets up on her knees facing her husband. He’s standing with his hands on his head watching her. She glares defiantly and bites her smile, turning away from him and accepting the hand of her beach lover to be led away.

  Miranda pretends Keith really is her lover and cuddles up to him as they walk. He puts and arm around her. She has an arm around him and her other hand upon his chest. He stops and takes her lips again. She turns toward him and cuddles around his neck, lifting to tiptoes as she is hugged hard against his body. He grabs her bottom and squeezes her cheeks. She turns her head away and looks back at her husband. He’s still standing there with his head raised. Keith sucks her neck and squeezes lower – his fingers pulling the back of her thighs open – kneading them and spreading her outer labia. He searches further beneath her and touches her through the sodden crotch of her bikini bottoms. “Uhh..hhh… but you can’t have me, Keith,” Miranda breathes into his ear. “You just can’t….”

  “I know. I just want to feel how wet you are,” he groans and lifts her – his fingers slipping beneath the fabric and into her as she wraps her legs around his waist. “It’s okay – there’s no one around,” he says and inserts deeper.

  Miranda swallows. “Just put me back down and do it quickly, then – before those people get too close.”

  She is released and stands facing Adin. Keith cuddles her to his side and feels down the front of her pants. His fingers slip back in without resistance. He immediately starts banging her with them. Miranda clutches his erection through his shorts and holds it as he thrusts. She checks around nervously but the closest people are still far enough away and have stopped walking toward them. It feels nice and exciting being fingered in public but she’s too alert and isn’t going to orgasm. Instead, she concentrates on stroking the cock in her hand. It’s quite small but rigid. The guy is gasping urgently. He abandons her pussy and grips the waistband of his shorts, pulling down as he ejaculates into the air – thick ropes of cum lashing the sand.

  Miranda holds her hand away from him bare like that. She giggles. He’s red faced and grinning. “Better?” she asks sweetly.

  “Aw fuck I needed that,” he says huffing. “Sorry.”

  “No – it’s fine…. As long as we don’t get arrested,” Miranda says, checking around again. They’re half way between where they were sitting and the water. She takes his hand and leads him down to the shore where they wade up to their knees and resume cuddling and kissing.

  Miranda checks on Adin again and sees he’s sitting in the car. She lifts a hand and does a finger wave over the shoulder of the man holding her. Adin’s arm is there resting along the door. It lifts and his hand waves back.

  The couple walking finally pass by and continue toward the family area, which is virtually deserted. There is no one else along the beach in the other direction except some shapes in the far distance. The sun has dipped behind clouds on the horizon, the sky dimming quickly.

  Miranda is led back to the towel and her shorts. She keeps the hand holding hers and claims Keith’s other one, backing against him and cuddling herself with is arms. “Do another love bite?” she asks into a kiss back over her shoulder. She then holds her hair aside and tilts her head, offering her neck. She holds Adin’s gaze as the guy marks her. He’s feeling her tits with one hand and the other slips down the front of her bikini pants again. She’s actually wet for her husband now but she lets her beach lover feel into her slit.

  “Aw fuck,” he groans into her neck and forces his fingers up inside of her. “You’re so fucking hot and tight,” he tells her.

  Miranda drops to her knees, pulling the guy down with her. She reaches up and back, interlacing her fingers behind his neck and thrusting her breasts against his groping of them. He starts finger banging her hard and fast, his hand slapping against her newly shaved mons while he tweaks a nipple. “Uhh..hhh..hhh..” Miranda moans as her orgasm hits – her mouth open and her eyes fixed upon her husband. She sits, pressing her thighs together and pulling the hand from between her legs. “I have to go….” she utters breathlessly. “I really have to go now.”

  Wet fingers close over her breast and hold it while she is kissed hard again. She lets the guy have her for a moment longer then pushes away and claims her shorts, getting up and walking without looking back until she’s at the passenger door of her car. She then gives her beach lover a wave and smile and sits as her husband starts the engine. He backs out immediately. She looks to him. His face is stern. She chews on a grin.

  Adin glances and holds her eyes for a second. He says nothing at first but soon looks at her again. “I’m fucking you as soon as we get in the door…. Just so you know.”

  Miranda smiles and turns to look ahead.

  “Immediately we get in the door,” her husband adds flatly. “I don’t care if you want it or not.”

  Miranda takes a big breath and expels.

  Adin looks at her again but she refuses to turn her head. She just keeps chewing on her grin. He reaches across and feels her through the crotch of her bikini pants. She keeps her legs together, not assisting him. He feels down the front of them and inserts a finger into her. She can’t help parting her legs a little. He pulls his finger out and touches it to his mouth, drawing her scent then licking and sucking her juices from it.

  “I love you, Adin,” Miranda utters.

  Adin smiles. “That’s not going to help you, baby.”

  Miranda giggles.

  Chapter 10

  Adin pulls into the underground parking and waits for Miranda by the stairwell. He takes her hand and leads her up to their apartment. Once he has her inside the door he forces her against the wall and takes her mouth hard. She refuses to open for him, but he keeps his mouth pressed to hers and puts his hand down the front of her bikini pants.

  She still wet for him. He inserts his middle and ring fingers and starts mashing her clit with the palm of his hand.

  Miranda opens her mouth. Her husband sticks his tongue into her, trying to force it down her throat. He pushes his shorts down and fists his cock, positioning the head against her sex and sliding the length of the thing up inside of her.

  Miranda hooks her legs around Adin’s and holds on. He fucks her with powerful jolts, their bodies slapping loudly together, his cock spearing her cervix. He pounds up into her a dozen times and holds firm, and Miranda relaxes onto the throb of his erection and the bursts of cum spouting up into her belly.

  “Mmm – that’s nice,” she breathes into his ear.

  Adin’s body softens and his breathing settles. He moves Miranda’s
hair aside and looks at her neck. He swallows. “I thought that’s what he was doing.”

  “Uh huh – there’s one on my breast as well…. He wanted to mark me, and I wanted him to…. You just have to accept that they’re from another man, Adin.”

  “Yeah, I guess….”Adin agrees evenly and moves Miranda’s shirt aside to check that love bite. He strokes over it with his thumb. “Kind of says these aren’t all mine anymore, right?”

  “They are until the next time some guy takes me from you,” Miranda teases. She has to hold her pussy and quickly smooth the crotch of her bikini pants back into place to stop Adin’s load running down her leg. Some has already trickled. She uses paper towel from the kitchen to wipe it.

  Adin has followed her and cuddles her from behind. “But your heart is all mine, right?” He snuggles with his head.

  “Of course, silly!”

  *

  Miranda cooks dinner and has a bath. She then takes her husband between her legs and enjoys a deep, romantic servicing with the tickle of his trimmed pubes interesting against her newly shaven skin. She sleeps with him spooned behind her and cuddling all through the night. He sleeps later than her and approaches behind her at the dining table to squeeze her shoulders and give a good morning kiss. “Hey, sexy.”

  “Hey, horny husband,” Miranda greets him.

  “I know. Yesterday was a bit crazy, wasn’t it? I was seriously going nuts sitting in the car like that.” Adin goes to pour coffee and cereal then comes back.

  “There’s actually one tiny detail I left out about what happened,” Miranda starts hesitantly. “Keith asked me to make you wait longer. He was getting off on controlling the situation a little bit – making it so you had to sit in the car all that time.”

  “Oh yeah? And you wanted him to have that control, baby?”

  “Yeah, that much at least…. I don’t think I’d like it if any of these men became dominant over me or over you, but I liked being taken away from you that little bit more…. I liked staying longer when I knew you wanted me to come back to you.”

  Adin just nods as he eats. He glances a few times before responding. “I’ve not felt much in control at all with this, baby. I didn’t expect you to be fingered by either of those guys at the beach and at the bar the other night…. If I seem like I’m controlling anything much at all, things aren’t what they seem…. Until I get you back from the guy, that is. Then I’m loving the control.”

  “Hmm – of me, huh? You’re a frigging cave man!”

  “I know…. It just gets me so worked up.” Adin frowns a little. “That’s three other men who have been with you now, baby. Three other men have been kissing you and touching you, which is something I would never have imagined I’d want.”

  Miranda’s cheeks heat. “But you do want it, don’t you, Adin? You want more of it too, don’t you?”

  Adin draws a big breath and nods slightly, the acquiescence filling his eyes. He swallows. “I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable though, baby…. I mean, it’s been three different men already. I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable about how many!”

  “Oh….” Miranda’s blush deepens. “Um…. I wouldn’t mind if there were more men. It can be as many as we want just with touching and kissing like this.”

  Adin holds her eyes.

  She smiles. “But not today…. I’m getting my you-know-what, and my boobs are all swollen and sore this morning.” She collects Adin’s bowl and calls back from the kitchen, “How about we use those free tickets and see what’s new at the cinema today?”

  *

  After the movie that evening they overspend on a nice seafood restaurant on a deck overlooking the moonlit waves. Then it’s back to work and a long and busy week for both Miranda and Adin. Miranda has to cover Sienna being off sick for three days and Adin has to work late each evening with several new cases to investigate being pushed as priorities from above his pay level.

  The following Saturday, Miranda is sunning herself on their tiny first level bedroom balcony when she hears Adin arguing with the guy from upstairs. This is yet another episode in a running battle between the two of them. Adin particularly dislikes any invasion of privacy from the landlord. The guy, Corey, is the son of the building super and does some of the maintenance around the place. He’s actually pretty good, Miranda thinks – always ready to fix any little job she has for him. But he clashes with her husband no end.

  “Well, it’s happening whether you like it or not, Adin. The owners want all the bathrooms in the building refurbished and it’s in your lease that their entitled to access to do repairs.”

  “So send the builder, Corey. Or the renovation dude, whoever that’s going to be…. I don’t see why we need to have half the city crawling through the apartment.”

  Corey chuckles. “You mean you don’t see why I should be allowed to crawl through your apartment. That’s what you really mean, right?”

  “Yeah look, it’s nothing personal, man. Let’s just keep things professional, okay? That’s all I’m asking…. You send up a tradie and he gets in and does the job and gets out. Easy as!”

  Corey is am overweight man of about 40. He huffs and turns away from Miranda’s husband washing the car. “Whatever, man,” he shoots back over his shoulder. “I don’t see the big fucking deal. They only want me to take measurements.”

  “Just send the tradesman, Corey. Talk to your old man about it,” Adin fires back dismissively.

  Miranda tosses an apple core down and hits her husband square on the head. He jumps, swiping at his hair and ends up glaring at Miranda before his face splits in a smile. “I didn’t know what that was.”

  “Are you nearly done? I know what shops I want.”

  “Oh yeah? Which ones?”

  “You’ll see! But I want to get going…. Come up and get ready soon, okay?”

  “Sure, baby. Nearly done….”

  The shopping Miranda has planned is for her new fridge and washing machine. There are five different suppliers around the city she wants to compare and haggle with for the best price. By the end of the day they have the deal done and delivery arranged for early the next week.

  That night Sienna calls in, avoiding going home to her husband. The girls start with a private party but Adin joins in and they turn on him over the marital sex game he and Miranda are playing. Miranda hasn’t said much so far.

  “Well, how far have things gone, exactly?” Sienna asks them both.

  Miranda chews a lip and looks to Adin.

  Adin shrugs. “Pretty much what you saw at The Boardwalk, but with another guy as well.”

  “The guy at the beach,” Miranda adds, having mentioned him. “Plus it was kind of nicer with him since I wasn’t drunk at all.”

  “And he got fingers wet too?”

  Miranda nods to her friend. “A couple of times…. One was sort of awkward – standing up – and he was way excited himself. Then after that he did it much more sensually, kissing my neck.”

  “Ooh – neck kissing is nice,” Sienna coos.

  Miranda looks to her husband again. “Yeah, he fingered me to orgasm while giving ne a love bite – and right in front of Adin.”

  Adin’s cheeks flush. “And feeling your tits with his other hand.”

  “Mmm – and such a rough, strong hand too…. I can’t wait to go and see him again,” Miranda says, holding her husband’s gaze steadily. “Will you take me to him again soon?”

  Adin does a tiny nod. “I suppose I’d better if he’s got what you need, baby.”

  “Oh fuck, this is so sexy,” Sienna moans. “When’s my turn? When’s your turn, Adin? You can finger me if you want…. Or he could just fuck me instead,” she says to Miranda. “You could watch him do me.”

  “No way!” Miranda cries. “Forget it. He’s all mine!”

  Adin chuckles.

  “And anyway, he’s already got his eye on some chick at work, haven’t you, scumbag?”

  “Yeah, but she’s more s
weet than hot,” Adin says and drains his beer.

  “Well, you’re definitely not getting with her, then,” Miranda declares.

  “Yeah, sweet is dangerous,” Sienna adds supportively. “You need to stick with plain and slutty.” She points at herself. “Right here….”

  They all laugh. Adin gets another beer and refreshes the girls’ wine glasses.

  “But seriously – you’re okay with these guys and Miranda?” Sienna asks Adin without the banter.

  He holds Miranda’s eyes and mild blush for a moment then includes Sienna. “It’s not easy. It’s pretty painful to watch. It’s a little bit arousing because of how fucking sexy my wife is – just watching her give in to some guy…. It’s about half and half – excruciating and hot.”

  Miranda smiles. Adin covers her hand and squeezes.

  “It’s hard to watch her being kissed by them. It’s like they’re touching something from deep inside our marriage when she closes her eyes and gives that up to them,” he goes on.

  “Really?” Miranda utters. “That really gets to you?”

  Adin nods. “I get that it has to be part of it, though…. You obviously enjoy it, baby.”

  “Oh shit – can I at least have a kiss, then?” Sienna whines. “You guys are killing me with this.”

  They all laugh some more and talk and drink on for another hour before Sienna gets a cab home to her husband and Adin takes Miranda to bed and fucks her.

  *

  There’s a loud knock on the door in the morning. Adin and Miranda are still cuddled up in bed. “Oh hell, that would be that idiot Corey,” Adin says. “He’s got to measure up the bathroom for the renovations they’re doing next month.”

  “Okay, that’s fine,” Miranda replies with an exciting idea. “Go and show him in then come back, okay?”