Shared Wife Miranda: Sperm Count (Full Service Book 2) Read online

  Adin strokes his wife’s pretty hair. She’s still in his lap sucking his cock. He feels over her bottom and inserts fingers into her wetness. She moans and wiggles against the contact. He’s hard again, so he flips her onto her back and enters her. She clings to him with her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds her hard and empties his balls while her vagina sucks on the length of his shaft.

  Once sated, Adin carries his wife to the bathroom and showers her to wash away the sticky remains of the other man’s cum. She tries to kiss him but he reaches to the wash basin and grabs her toothbrush and tooth paste. She giggles and does as instructed.

  Adin shakes his head, huffing and unable to help grinning. “I saw you licking up his load, baby….. Fuck me!”

  Miranda spits and rinses. “It didn’t taste any different to yours.”

  “You said it tasted strong.”

  “Yeah. So does yours, Adin…. Plus that was just sex talk – in the moment and all.” Miranda flashes a smile. “But it was exciting to lick his up like that…. Being from another guy and not my husband.”

  Adin pulls his wife close and kisses her. “It was exciting to watch too, baby. When I saw he had cum on you like that again I was hoping you’d clean it up.”

  “Mmm – so, you were watching the whole time?” Miranda coos.

  “Yep. The whole excruciating time. Loving it and hating it, and making sure he didn’t try and fuck you…. Which I think he was about to.”

  “I know, but I wouldn’t have let him take it out of his pants while he was on top of me like that,” Miranda says into another kiss. “I was pretty out of it, but not that far gone.” She breaks off to smile teasingly. “Impressive how he kept on getting it up, though.”

  Adin nods. “I think it may have been a while since he was last with a woman, baby…. I was actually kind of happy for the guy by the end there.”

  “Hmm – so, does that mean I should let him kiss me again some time?”

  “Huh! We’re fucking moving, baby. As soon as this lease is up, where out of here.”

  “Really? Cool. Where are we going?” Miranda asks happily.

  “I don’t know…. How about we think about moving out of the city and buying a house?”

  “Oh yeah? And do you think we might be planning to need extra room soon?”

  “Yeah, I’d like to think so, baby. I think we should definitely look into what the doctor said soon, don’t you?”

  “Uh huh….” Miranda moans into a kiss. “I’d so love to look into that, Adin. Even more so now that we’ve been playing these teasing games for some reason.”

  “Same here,” Adin agrees. “Go figure, huh!”

  *

  They share a laugh, and as they shower together, they chat about where they might like to live if they do move out of the city. This then leads to a drive out into the suburbs that afternoon and searching online all evening for home loan calculators and to work out their borrowing capacity. Adin takes their newly forming plan a step further throughout the next week and advertises and sells a vintage car he was willed by his grandfather, and had kept in storage up home. He also liquidates some shares he has had for years, and by the end of the week, he and Miranda have a fair sized home deposit at the ready.

  On the Friday afternoon Adin is walking into his apartment building when he recognises Corey’s voice and laugh then the soft teasing giggle of his wife. He slows and quietens his step, his heart pounding. He stops and peers around the flight of stairs and catches a glimpse of Miranda leaning against their open door with her arms behind her back.

  Adin instinctively steps back and waits.

  “Well, Dad said since you guys are going to be vacating soon, they’ll probably time the renovations here for when the apartment’s empty anyway,” Corey says, his voice clearer to Adin than it had been up until then.

  “Well, that makes sense,” Miranda replies disinterestedly, her voice sweet.

  “I know. Plus it saves you having to put up with the inconvenience, huh?”

  “Yup….” Miranda answers. “Was that your idea, Corey?”

  “I don’t know. I guess – sort of.” A moment of silence follows then, “What?” Corey asks breathily.

  “I don’t know…. Nothing….” Miranda utters.

  “Do you mean...?” Corey’s voice fails.

  “Wouldn’t you like to?” Miranda entices him. “I’ve been thinking about you quite a lot this past week…. The way you kissed me….”

  “Aw fuck. But what about Adin?”

  “I know…. He’ll be home soon, but not for a little while yet.”

  “And he really wasn’t that mad?” Corey asks. “I thought he was going to kill me but he just walked straight past me the other day.”

  “I told you he’s fine with it,” Miranda goes on enticingly. “Just with what we did last time, though. If you try to go any further with me he’ll probably come looking for you.”

  Corey chuckles. “Oh yeah?” he says but his voice is muffled by what sounds like a kiss.

  Adin peeps around the landing and sees his wife being pressed against their door and kissed hard. Her hands are rubbing up the thick back of their neighbour. He grabs one of her bare thighs and lifts it, her other leg wrapping around his waist as he carries her inside and closes the door.

  Adin moves around the landing and stands staring up the flight of stairs with his heart and gut wrenched and a wave of nausea rising within him. This is not like what he and Miranda have been doing together, he understands. This is his wife cheating on him – plain and simple. She’s doing this for her own pleasure and completely behind his back. He’s not a part of this.

  Adin has walked quietly up the stairs and is standing at his door. He wants to go in and pound the shit out of Corey but knows that wouldn’t be right. The guy was certainly willing, and probably knocked on the door hoping to get more of what he got last week, but Miranda had initiated that and Adin had allowed it. And just then Miranda had thrown herself at the guy and virtually pulled him into the apartment.

  The ball of anguish in Adin’s gut is churning with the stupidity of the entire situation now. He touches the door – placing a hand against it and listening intently, but is unable to hear anything. His palms are sweaty, his forehead too, perspiration dripping down his temples. His heart has begun to thump and his throat has dried up. The wave of nausea surges again and he has to put a fist to his mouth and back away from the door to slump against the stair rail. He takes a few deep breaths and swallows at the threatening bile.

  The realisation that he has probably destroyed his marriage with this absurd teasing game hits Adin hard. Up until that moment there had been a whole range of emotions to get a grip on and work through. There had been the intense edge on that thrill when another man was touching, looking at, or kissing Miranda. There had been the simultaneous high and low that pounded through his head and heart and lifted his cock at the same time. It had been a strange and freaky thing to even imagine, let alone to actually do. But it had all been done together. Everything since dealing with the guy Carlton had been a game Adin and his wife were playing together.

  Not now. This – behind Adin’s closed apartment door – is Miranda cheating on him. This is a deal breaker – the end of trust – the end of his marriage as he knew it. He has no idea where he’s going but walks back down the stairs and to the car. He sits and stares at the basement wall churning over and reliving the night at the bar then the day at the beach where he sat right where he is sitting and watched Miranda being fingered to orgasm.

  Adin’s chest is tight and his throat is constricted with a pang that is threatening to draw tears to his eyes. He looks up at the roof of the basement – the floor of the apartment block. Above him, through the concrete floors, Miranda is right then being taken by another man. Adin is painfully aware of how it works with men – getting so far the first time, and pretty quickly picking up from there at the next opportunity. The gut wrenching image filling his mind
and heart is of the guy actually fucking Miranda this time. There in the privacy of their apartment with him not around to stop things going too far – he can’t imagine Miranda putting up much resistance or indeed being able to control the situation.

  So, what the fuck am I doing sitting here?

  The sickening flush of weakness inside of Adin churns into anger as he slams the car door and strides back to the stairwell and up the stairs. He pulls up at his door, clenching and unclenching his sweaty fists, taking a couple of deep calming breaths. Then his phone jingles on the loudest setting and has him scampering back from the door and urgently pulling it from his pocket. He’s halfway down the stairs and has it clutched tight in his hand and silenced as he hunches there glaring at the door.

  “Fuck,” he exclaims under his breath and considers the phone. It had been the jingle of a text message. His heart is racing with the untimely interruption to his focus and resolve. He taps the screen to bring the message up then just stares at it confusedly for a moment before tapping again to open it.

  Miranda: Where are you Adin? Corey’s here again and he’s all over me. Hurry up but you have to sneak in if you want to watch!

  Adin looks stupidly at the door again. He looks back at the phone in his hand – the new and somewhat relieving notion that Miranda is actually trying to include him settles the nausea. He’s not sure what to do now, though – not sure at all of what he wants out of this. He creeps back up the stairs and presses an ear to the door again. There is no distinguishable sound, so he turns the handle and cracks the door open. There’s a small alcove housing the door and obscuring it from the view of the lounge room. Adin leans in and peers around the edge of the alcove to find the lounge room and living area empty and in silence.

  “Uhh…hh…hhh,” Miranda’s moan resonates from up the hall.

  “Aw fuck that’s tight,” Corey’s voice follows in response. “You like it with three – yeah?”

  “Mmm – I love it… Uhhh..hhh.hhh..” Miranda moans wildly again. “Mmm – like that… Make me cum, Corey…. Please….”

  “Fuck yeah – and what do I get if I do?”

  Adin has stopped with his back against the wall in the hallway. He can see the lower end of the single bed in the spare room. They’re lying together with Miranda on her back and Corey propped beside her. Miranda’s legs are bent up and spread wide – a pair of white lace panties around one ankle. Adin can see Corey’s hand working between her thighs.

  “You going to eat another load for me after this?” the guy taunts.

  “Uh huh – I’ll eat it,” Miranda responds desperately as she lifts her bottom and grinds against his hand. “I love eating your cum. Corey. I love the taste of it.” He bangs her hard and fast and she writhes up off the bed and holds with her legs spread wide. “Uhh..hhh…hhh,” she cries out and bucks hard as he slows but continues sliding fingers in and out.

  Miranda’s body has lowered to the bed again. Her breathing had stopped for a moment but has resumed to be deep and measured. Her hand appears and closes over Corey’s wrist. “Mmm – thank you,” she says to the guy but he lowers over her and she just moans into his mouth.

  Adin has to measure his own breaths as his heart pounds hard and sweat drips from his face again. He leans closer to the open doorway and sees his fat neighbour passionately taking his wife’s mouth. She has a tank top bunched up to her neck – her tits bare.

  Corey deliberately edges closer and Adin sees he has freed his cock from the fly of his shorts. He uses his fingers, wet from Miranda’s pussy, to lubricate the stubby shaft. He shifts a little more and tries to poke the thing into Miranda’s crotch but she has a hand covering her pussy and she giggles into his kiss. “No, Corey!”

  Adin stares transfixed. Miranda turns to face the guy and captures the thrust of his cock. She holds it and strokes it against her lower belly. He gropes her tits and continues kissing her hard and with increasing desperation until he’s obviously getting close and just buries his head into her neck and humps her fist. He grinds hard against Miranda’s belly and works her onto her back – straddling her thighs and continuing to hump her forcefully.

  “Uh huh – cum for me,” Miranda breathes into his hair. “That feels so nice, Corey. Cum really huge for me now.”

  “Aw fuck!” the guy cries and squirms lower – his hips jerking and his butt clenching.

  Adin gulps at the dryness of his mouth and throat. Miranda has her thighs pressed so tightly together that they’re almost crossed. The hand she was holding the guy with appears and rests upon his hip. Both of her hands are now visible and the guy is still thrusting hard and spasmodically. He suddenly bucks and holds firm – his butt cheeks clenched tight and flexing.

  “Aw fuck yeah,” he groans low and deep. His upper body lifts and he looks down at his fat hairy stomach. “Aw fuck!” he groans again, and Adin sees the thick ropes of cum spurt up onto his wife’s quivering belly and sweaty tits.

  Relief floods Adin. He had been frozen in place there against the wall, dreading the guy’s cock being inside of Miranda. He didn’t think it had been – just the possibility, though. The thought of him slipping inside and unloading like that had stunned Adin to inaction. He’s standing there right then numb and with his confusion slowly morphing back into anger.

  Corey has rolled off of Adin’s wife. She is propped on an elbow wiping the ropes of semen from her body and eating them. Corey is watching her intently. She has gathered and scooped a large pool of the gooey white fluid and holds her hand up with it dripping down her fingers and between them. Adin is about to burst into the room but is further stunned into inaction when he realizes what Miranda is doing. She’s watching the dribble of their neighbour’s cum seep around her wedding rings. She turns her hand and uses other fingers to spread the semen and coat the rings fully.

  Miranda bites down on a teasing smile as she meets Corey’s fascinated gaze. Her eyes then softly close as she sucks her ring finger and licks around the gold bands.

  “Fuck that’s hot,” Corey groans.

  “Mmm – I love the taste of you, Corey. Your cum is so thick and I love how strong it tastes.”

  “Yeah? Stronger than you’re used to, huh?” Corey tilts in to kiss her neck while squeezing a tit.

  “Mmm…. It just tastes different – knowing it’s from you.” Miranda has lifted her head to give him access to her. Adin can see her left hand now closed around the other man’s cock and stroking. “I want more,” she breathes into his hair. “I want to taste more of your potent sperm,” she utters raggedly.

  “So – suck it,” Corey tells her and grabs her hair, pulling her had back as he lurches over her.

  Miranda shakes her head – her lips squeezed shut. She’s still holding the guy’s cock. It’s right there in front of her face.

  “Go on,” Corey taunts her.

  She shakes her head some more. “I won’t…. I’m not doing that, Corey.” She resumes stroking him. “I can’t take you in my mouth. That’s too much, okay?”

  He nods. His hand is still in her hair but he just caresses with it. He’s thrusting with his hips in time with Miranda’s strokes of his cock. His head lifts and rolls around. “Yeah, like that,” he groans.

  “Uh huh – give me more,” Miranda teases, working firmly over the swollen head and peering up at the guy. His head rocks back again. “Do you like making me eat it?” she goes on sweetly, and as she says that her eyes avert and connect with Adin’s, a smile curving her lips.

  Adin’s heart suddenly thumps as if it had actually stopped for a minute there. More relief floods through him at the realization that this is a performance from his wife – and largely for his benefit, he gathers.

  “Yeah, I love making you eat it,” Corey growls down at her. “You know who can give it to you strong and potent, don’t you, Mrs Steel?”

  Adin’s face flushes at the same time Miranda’s does. Her eyes also avert and meet his again – a knowing exchange in the brief glance. S
he rests her head against Corey’s thigh and continues stroking him as she holds Adin’s gaze steadily. The guy’s balls are huge and hanging loose in their sac. Miranda maintains eye contact with Adin as she lifts her head and softly kisses them.

  “Fuck yeah,” Corey groans in response – his hand clenching in her hair and pulling her closer. “That’s it – kiss them and make them nice and full again.”

  Miranda continues stroking his cock as she tilts beneath and smooches his balls. Adin can see that she’s licking and sucking on them, rubbing them with her face. “Mmm – they’re so heavy,” she says, cupping them with her other hand and kissing them some more. “I can’t wait to taste what’s in here again, Corey…. Yours really does taste more potent than what I’m used to…. It’s so much thicker and tastes so much stronger.”

  “Yeah? Thicker and stronger than Adin’s, huh?”

  “Yes, yours tastes far more potent than Adin’s,” Miranda utters and she bites a grin as she glances at Adin again. “It’s like yours is pure sperm, Corey. I love the thought of how dangerous it is for a girl like me.”

  “Aw fuck that’s close,” Corey groans. “Keep jerking – you’re going to get it huge in a minute.” Miranda’s palm is vibrating over the head of the guy’s dick while she cradles his balls in her other hand and kisses and sucks on the underside of the shaft. “Yeah, that’s it,” Corey grimaces urgently and pulls back to take hold of his cock in his fist.

  “Yes – feed it to me,” Miranda pleads as she tilts beneath and opens her mouth. Adin watches in horror and amazement as the bulbous cock head is placed against her tongue and deep grunts from his fat neighbour accompany a series of heavy bursts of semen. Corey’s still clutching a handful of Miranda’s hair and is pulling her close. She has hands pressed against his thighs but keeps her mouth wide open as she peers up at the guy.

  “Yeah, that’s it, fucking eat it,” Corey growls demandingly.

  Miranda’s slender neck gulps as she swallows, frowning. “Yuck that’s so strong.” She swallows hard again then opens her mouth and waits while Corey squeezes off a final drip of cum. It dangles from the broad eyelet and Miranda captures it with her tongue and laps it up. She lifts a little and presses her pursed lips to the open eyelet. Her tongue then extends and touches the underside of the crown, her eyes wide as she tilts and kisses beneath there, drawing a breath and nibbling along the underside of the drooping shaft then kissing the guy’s balls again.