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

by Matt Coolomon

  Adin hugs her body tight and rolls his pelvis. His cock spears up Miranda’s arse. She grits teeth and refuses to squeal. He pulls back a little and presses all the way into her again, groaning his pleasure as he squirms hard against her bottom.

  Your arse is so fucking tight, baby.”

  “Uh huh – fuck me,” Miranda says, gripping her husband’s butt tight and squirming back onto his pole now. “Mmm – give it to me, Adin. I want it.”

  Adin is pulling back and surging. The slow draw then powerful insertion of his length has Miranda’s stretch little starfish tingling wildly and the intense mixture of pain and pleasure burning through her. Adin works her onto her front and rides her bottom. He still has an arm around her and is crushed against her back – just his pelvis rolling and his cock reaming her.

  “Oh yeah that’s it,” he groans into the back of her neck. “Here it is, baby. You want it?”

  “I want it,” Miranda says, lifting her bottom and bracing against his thrusts.

  “Oh fuck – you want me to cum in your arse, baby?”

  “Yes – do it,” Miranda teases back. “Cum in my arse….”

  “Aw fuck!” Adin cries out and jams himself against her bottom. He bucks and holds, his cock throbbing powerfully. “There it is, baby. Take that fucking load.”

  “Uh huh – I want your load,” Miranda teases some more, squirming and feeling the pole inside of her slide and squish. She peers back. “Was that good?”

  “It was amazing…. It didn’t hurt too much?”

  “A bit, but not too much…. It was nice when I got used to it.”

  Adin lifts from her. His soft cock oozes out of her arse. She turns onto her side feeling herself curiously. Her anus is open and dripping semen. Her finger slips in easily. She smiles back at her husband watching.

  Miranda’s phone buzzes in her bag. She leans across Adin to get it and finds a text.

  Sienna: Where the hell are you girlfriend? The band is starting. Hurry!

  “Do you want to go down and check it out?” Adin asks.

  “Yeah, I feel like dancing, but I’m probably going to be dripping everywhere now.”

  Miranda uses the bathroom and cleans up as best she can. She pulls on a little blue party dress and quickly fixes her hair and dabs on some makeup. Adin is ready in jeans and a dark shirt. He always looks good to Miranda.

  The party has started downstairs. The band plays rock and the generally older crowd of 30 or so drink, chat and dance into the night. Miranda and Sienna stick together and abandon their husbands to play up to all the men vying for their attention. Adin and Paul spend most of their time sitting at the bar where Wesley and Simon are serving.

  It’s getting on midnight when the band are playing a couple of slow songs and Miranda is swaying in the arms of the guy who fucked her earlier. She of course saw Julian through her blindfold. He’s a tall, lightly built man of 22. His dark hair and square jaw have him resembling Adin enough that they could pass as brothers – something Miranda imagines is no coincidence.

  “Do you want to come upstairs?” he asks into Miranda’s hair. “I want to take you to bed this time.”

  “Mmm – really?” Miranda utters. “But what about the others?”

  Julian chuckles. “Don’t worry about them – they’re old and need recovery time.”

  “Oh – and you don’t?”

  “No, I’m good to go again…. You ready?”

  Miranda looks over at the bar. Adin is watching her. She does a little finger wave from the shoulder of her dance partner. “So – just for a little while?” she checks. “It’s already pretty late.”

  “Sure….” Julian takes her hand and leads from the dance floor toward the stairs.

  Miranda holds Adin’s gaze all the way to the upper landing and sees him get up to follow. Julian takes her to her room. Adin is at the top of the stairs and catches Miranda’s glance as she is led inside.

  Julian closes the door and presses Miranda back against it, taking her lips hard. She thinks of the no-kissing rule from her husband but submits to the guy and opens for his tongue. The youthful impatience he displayed earlier is driving him again, and he gropes under the front of Miranda’s dress and mashes fingers into the crotch of her panties.

  This new man’s essence flooding into Miranda’s mouth has her swooning. She relaxes against the door. He slips her shoulder straps and pulls the front of her dress down. He reaches around behind her back and undoes the zipper. She lets her dress fall to her ankles and stands there holding the guy’s shoulder while he pulls down her panties and removes them from her feet. He slips off her shoes and leads her to the bed completely naked. He pulls back the covers and guides Miranda to sit. She scoots across and under the sheet, watching him undress.

  Miranda can see the shadow beneath the door and knows her husband is right there. The guy about to take her has tossed aside his shorts and gets into bed with her naked and already aroused. He pulls the sheet over them as he moves between Miranda’s legs. She spreads for him and reaches between their bodies. He’s thrusting urgently, and she captures his penis and guides it into her wetness.

  “Aw fuck,” he groans and slams hard against her.

  “Ahh..hh…” Miranda cries out loud enough for Adin to hear. “Ahh… ahhh…. ahh…” she continues to squeal as she’s jack-hammered by the guy on top of her. “Yes – fuck me,” she urges the guy but he stops thrusting and takes her mouth hard as he grinds against her.

  Miranda submits to being kissed again. Her young lover is balls deep inside of her and rocking his hips while ravaging her mouth with his tongue. She widens her legs and undulates off the bed to mash her split open gash against him and offer him access to her womb.

  “You’re so fucking wet for this, aren’t you?” Julian taunts her.

  “Yes, I’m so wet for it,” Miranda tells him.

  He chuckles – still humping her steadily – and smooths hair from her face to cup her cheeks. He rubs her nose with his, teasing another kiss. “Just letting my load build nice and slow, okay?”

  “Okay….” Miranda agrees, trying to capture the kiss. He presses to her lips and she moans into his mouth – his tongue swirling around hers and his cock sliding in and out of her. He breaks off the kiss and lifts to look down between their bodies. There’s enough light from the balcony to see by, and he starts thrusting harder and watches her breasts bounce.

  “You’ve got amazing tits, Miranda.”

  “Uhh…hhh…hhh,” Miranda moans as her orgasm hits. It’s as if she’s been on edge the whole night and just the thought of this guy’s balls being full of sperm has made her cum. She’s thinking of his balls as they slap against her anus. He’s holding the top of her head and jack-hammering her again. He suddenly cries out and jams his cock into her. It throbs and gushes. She clings to him, clamping her pulsing vagina over the thing – the thought of his, hopefully very high, sperm count flashing to her mind.

  *

  Miranda lies contentedly beneath her lover. He’s spent. His cock has receded and slipped out of her but he’s still between her legs. He’s so much lighter than Adin. His head is face down into the pillow beside hers. She’s fiddling with the hair at the back of his neck. It’s longer than Adin’s. After a while he lifts his head and kisses her softly. He shifts from on top of her and deepens the kiss, taking Miranda into his arms.

  Miranda lies there facing the guy and looking into his eyes as he continues to cuddle and kiss her. She ends up resting her head upon his shoulder and gives in to the hypnotic sensation of his fingers stroking her bare back.

  Miranda falls asleep and wakens to the sun in her eyes. She takes a moment to process where she is. She’s being spooned and cuddled tight – hot, unpleasant breath against the side of her face. There’s a hand on her breast and an erection pressed against her back. She reaches up and touches the hair of the man behind her and her heart sinks. “Shit!” she cries and squirms from the bed. There’s a clock on the wall:
9.17. “Shit!” she cries again and gulps at the dryness of her mouth. “Oh my god….”

  Julian has stirred and lies there grinning at Miranda as she wildly pulls on her underwear and rummages for a dress in her bag.

  “You have to go, Julian…. I can’t believe we slept together like this.”

  “Hey – it’s cool. What’s the problem?”

  “My husband is the problem!” Miranda declares. “I can’t believe I just went to sleep like that. Why didn’t you wake me?”

  “Hey, I crashed out too. I don’t remember shit after we fucked.” Julian grabs Miranda’s wrist and pulls her onto the bed.

  “Don’t! I have to go!” she complains, squirming from his arms.

  “Alright, but tonight again, okay?”

  Miranda frowns. “I don’t know…. Maybe….” She grabs her purse and switches on her phone as she leaves the room and hurries along the hallway to the stairs. She sees Adin immediately. He’s outside sitting alone on a bench seat. The pools are deserted. There’s a guy scooping leaves from the water and a few people seated eating breakfast. Miranda rushes past them nodding in reply to their greetings and she goes to her husband. “Oh my god, Adin, I‘m so sorry. I fell asleep.”

  He huffs a breath and just nods. His eyes are bloodshot and look tired. He puts an arm around Miranda and welcomes her into a cuddle. “I didn’t know whether to knock or something…. I could hear you for a while but then all was silent, and I didn’t quite know what to do.”

  “Oh no – you should have knocked. You should have just barged in…. I didn’t mean to go to sleep.”

  Adin kisses Miranda’s head.

  “So, where did you sleep?” she goes on. “Shit – I can’t believe I did that.”

  “Don’t worry about it, baby…. I was stewing all night but I’m over it now…. Did you um…. Like, did you like sleeping with the guy?”

  “I don’t know…. Sort of, I guess,” Miranda admits. “It was nice to be actually in bed with him – to feel his body against mine like that.” Miranda intertwines fingers with her husband. She peers up to meet his eyes. “What do you mean, you were stewing over it? Did you like me sleeping with him?”

  Adin’s eyes roll. “No, I hated it, baby. And I stroked my hard-on thinking about it. Pretty much constantly all night in that room next door. Listening intently through the wall.”

  “Oh…?” Miranda tries a smile.

  “Yeah – oh, I need my fucking head read,” Adin says shaking his head.

  Miranda smiles. “Plus we slept completely nude – which was nice too…. We hardly ever do that ourselves anymore.”

  “Nude, huh? I was trying to imagine,” Adin says. “So – cuddled together all night like that, huh?”

  “Yes. And he kissed me while he was fucking me…. I know he wasn’t supposed to.”

  Adin nods grimly and takes a big breath. “I’m going to need a break from this after we get home. Just to let things settle down and get a grip – to figure out how I feel about it all.”

  “Okay,” Miranda agrees softly.

  Adin looks away and Miranda follows his gaze to see their friends walking up the steps to one of the bungalows. Sienna goes inside and Paul sits on the veranda, along with a tall blond guy who had walked up from the lake with them.

  “That guy fucked Sienna,” Adin says. “Paul told me earlier on. They invited him back to the bungalow after the party last night and had a threesome.”

  “Yeah – Sienna told me they were going to. She said Paul was all for it.”

  “Yeah, he loved it. He was pretty excited telling me.” Adin huffs another big nervous breath. “Anyway, I need to eat. Do you want to come and get some breakfast?”

  *

  Miranda is hungry, and relieved. She clings to her husband’s hand as they stroll into the restaurant and holds it across the table while they eat. She’s pleased to find their room cleaned and made-up with fresh bed clothes afterward. Adin is tired, and she lies with him for a while then leaves him sleeping to go and sit on the balcony in the sun. She strips down and sunbathes nude. There’s a pathway through the forest with people hiking, nude except for footwear and hats. Miranda stands and shows her body when there are men looking up at her. A group of four older men set up on the lawn beneath the balcony with their fold-up chairs. They’re continually looking up at her and she pretends not to notice while standing at the rail for them. She’s there raking back her hair and flaunting her breasts when Simon strolls from the building beneath her and glances up before she realizes it’s him. He chats with the men for a minute then goes back inside. A moment later there’s a gentle knock on the door.

  Miranda slips on a robe and hurries to answer it. She cracks open the door to find Simon standing there. He says nothing – just looks her up and down and motions along the hallway with his eyes. Miranda checks back over her shoulder to her sleeping husband then looks to the other man, chewing her lip.

  The guy turns away, extending his hand to her. She takes it and follows to the room with the viewing mirrors. He removes her robe and she lies back on the bed. He undresses and gets between her legs. He spreads them with his huge thighs but just kneels there and squeezes her tits, holding them and sucking from one nipple to the other. He hasn’t said a word and has Miranda arching up off the bed against his mouth and trying to touch his erection with her pussy. It’s levering there stiff and swollen. She can capture the head but it just slips through her wetness. He shuffles his knees forward against her bottom, and the next time she captures his cock head he rolls his pelvis and slides into her.

  “Uhh…hhh…” Miranda moans as the orgasm that she’s been on the verge off all weekend lifts a little again. “Yes – fuck me…” she pleads and wiggles on the guys cock.

  “Shh,” he whispers. “No talking and no kissing,” he says, smiling up from her tits.

  Miranda giggles but that ends when he rolls his pelvis again and impales her on his shaft. He then lies down fully on top of her and squashes her into the mattress while slow fucking her through her orgasm then emptying his balls inside of her.

  He gets up immediately and fixes his little resort uniform, gives her a wink and leaves her lying there.

  Miranda sneaks back to her room and cuddles up to her husband. She spoons back against him and places his big hand on her belly, smiling contentedly at thought of the other man’s sperm swimming all up in there.

  Chapter 20

  “Come on – your turn,” Wes says to Adin, stepping aside and handing over the steering wheel of the resort sports cruiser. It’s mid-afternoon and they’re cruising around the lake. It’s just the four of them and Wesley. Miranda and Sienna are sunbathing down the back of the boat. Paul is looking all around with binoculars, checking out the town and the other boats and people skiing, windsurfing and parasailing.

  Adin is not licenced but Wes remains there by his side and switches back to driving whenever there’s traffic. They spend two hours circumnavigating the lake and make a short stop for a coffee in town. Wes is chatty and seems genuinely excited with their visit, Adin notices. He still feels weird about letting his uncle have sex with Miranda, but Wes took it well the previous night at the bar when Adin told him so and that it wouldn’t be happening again.

  Everyone has a turn driving on the way back to the resort, and the party continues when they set up at the little beach and swim and sit around nude and purely naturalist. Most of the guests are there and the feel is just open and relaxing to Adin. It doesn’t seem sexual so much there by the lake with tourist boats sweeping close all the while and people gawking through binoculars and telescopes.

  Late in the afternoon, they all decide to try a hike, but Adin insist on wearing swimmers, and Paul does too, while the girls do the half hour walk in bikini bottoms and with their tits jiggling and bouncing nicely.

  “So, what do you think and feel now – about last night?” Miranda asks, cuddling up to Adin. They are back in their room dressing for dinner in the restau
rant.

  “About last night…? You mean with you and that guy?”

  “Uh huh…. You said you hated it but it excited you…. How about now?”

  Adin swallows hard. “Um…. Why, baby?” He knows why his wife is asking. It’s there in her blush.

  She shrugs. “This is the last night, isn’t it? Then we’re having a break….”

  Adin strokes Miranda’s pretty hair. “And you want it to be all night again?”

  Miranda nods a little. “Would you mind?”

  “Huh!” Adin scoffs. “Would I mind? It will be agony for me if you do it, baby…. The thought of the guy holding you in his arms all night again – knowing for sure this time!”

  “Uh huh….” Miranda utters softly, fiddling with a button on Adin’s shirt. “Does that mean no – you don’t want me to?”

  “No – it doesn’t mean no,” Adin says. “I’m just saying how it won’t be easy for me. Just so you know….”

  “Okay…. I like that…. I want you to have to listen through the wall again.” Miranda lifts to whisper. “I want you to know I’m right there completely nude in another man’s arms all night.”

  “Aw fuck.”

  Miranda lifts to whisper again, “With him taking me over and over – keeping my pussy full of his sperm.”

  Adin pulls Miranda into his arms and crushes his mouth to hers. She grits her teeth and turns away. He glares at her.

  “I want him in my mouth, Adin, not you.”

  Adin draws a breath, still glaring as he releases her. Miranda holds his eyes as she removes her panties from beneath her little party dress. She puts them in her husband’s pocket. He just shakes his head.

  “In case he wants to feel his prize while we’re dancing.”

  “His prize, huh?”

  Miranda nods. “I’m going to be Julian’s completely tonight, aren’t I?”

  Adin takes the panties from his pocket and holds them to his nose.

  “Do you want him to have my mouth and my pussy, Adin? Do you want my bare breasts pressed against his chest – his tongue in my mouth while he’s fucking me?”