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Surprisingly the fat guy took it in his stride, as if it wasn't the first time this had happened. Miranda on the other hand was more flustered. It was hardly surprising really. But she hadn't said no. In fact she'd moved closer to to the stranger until their bodies were almost touching.

Jack felt his cock hardening at the sight of his perfect young girlfriend next to the ugly older man. He felt immensely proud of Miranda though, after all she was doing this for him. He willed the stranger to touch her and when his wishes were granted he sat there as sexually aroused as he had ever been in his whole life as the fat man cupped one of her breasts.

"Perfect," the fat man sighed as he kneaded one of Miranda's breasts, toying with her nipples. Then, pulling the tiny bikini aside he lowered his head and began to suck on one.

Jack moved closer to Miranda on the other side. He put his hand on her thigh and kissed her neck as the stranger groped her

"I love you," he whispered in her ear, consumed with passion for her and, when Miranda turned her head towards him, he kissed her hard on the lips.

As they kissed he felt the strangers hand move down to Miranda's thighs and, opening her legs, he began to finger her. Jack made space for him removing his own hand as Miranda's legs were prised apart and he felt Miranda jolt slightly as the stranger pushed a finger or two inside her.

"Would you mind if I kissed her?" the stranger asked.

Jack looked at Miranda. The man had his fingers in her pussy yet the thought of a kiss seems even more intimate.

"Go ahead. I’d like to see that too?" he replied.
 
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The fat man's meaty hand cupped Miranda's breast, surprisingly gently. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. She gave a soft moan, and he seemed to take it as permission to slip her breast out of her top and start to suck her nipple. She moaned, and glanced at Jack.

Jack was moving closer, kissing her neck, clearly not bothered.

"I love you too," she whispered back, and then he kissed her. She kissed back, sloppy and eager, so worked up she was slipping out of control.

She moaned as the stranger began to finger her pussy. She squirmed, thrilled by his touch. He might look like a fat pig, but he was doing a hell of a lot better than Rob. Then he asked if he could kiss her. He asked Jack. Part of her thought she should take offense, but in truth, she loved that Jack was calling the shots, and that the stranger seemed to understand that.

She turned to him, pressing her lips against his. Her body pressed against him, both wet and slippery from sweat, uncomfortably hot, but too horny to care. Her tongue slid into his mouth, as her legs opened wider. She reached back, awkwardly, her hand searching for Jack, She found his body, and her fingers followed it down to his trunks. She caressed his cock through the trunks. She moaned, relieved to find his cock steel hard.
 
The stranger had monopolised Miranda's mouth and pussy leaving Jack with just her breasts to play with. Miranda had her hand wrapped around Jack's cock and although he couldn't see for sure, Jack was fairly sure that she had the stranger's cock in her other hand.

Watching Miranda kissing such a fat man verged on the obscene, yet somehow Jack was turned on by it. Turned on by the idea that she was doing it because he'd asked her to. He wondered what else she'd do if he asked. But now wasn't the time find out. In fact it was probably the time to call an end to proceedings before things went too far and it ended in recriminations.

"I think. It's time we were going," he suggested to Miranda.

The fat man didn't put up a fight. He knew he'd got more than he might have expected and was gracious enough to be grateful for it.

"Well, thank you very much for lending me your wife," he said pulling his fingers out of Miranda and uncoupling from her.

"You're welcome," Jack replied. "You probably did us more of a favour than you realise."

Turning to Miranda the fat man added, "And thank you too. Make sure he spoils you this weekend."

" But now," Jack told Miranda. "I think you urgently need to come back to the suite with me."

Jack was on heat and as soon as they made it back to the room he pushed Miranda face down onto the bed and, pulling her bikini bottoms to one side, took her from behind. Then he fucked her for all he was worth while telling her how hot she was and how horny she looked kissing another guy and how much he loved her. Jack was glad she'd got him going to the gym because he needed all the stamina he had to keep pounding away at her like a jack-hammer until eventually he came deep inside her.

When his cock softened he pulled out, leaving Miranda's pussy leaking cum onto the sheets. Then he lay down beside her, sweat pouring from his brow.

"I'm sorry if i was a bit selfish, but that whole scenario in the sauna was incredible. In fact it was mind blowing," he began. "I guess i should have been guided by you a bit more but i just couldn't help myself. I didn’t push things too far did i??"
 
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Miranda was close. She hadn't expected this, but she had been supremely relaxed by her massage, and the sauna had been stimulating in its own way. Then the freaky encounter with the fat stranger, Jack offering her to him, the kissing, the fingering. She knew it wouldn't have happened if it had left been up to her. Never in a million years would she go for a man like that, but when Jack told her to, it was wonderful. He allowed her to do things, experience things, that she wouldn't dare to on her own.

When Jack said it was time to go, she let out a little, sulky, hmph. She was so close.

And again, the two men spoke to each other. It was strangely exciting. She wasn't there for talking to, she was there to kiss and finger. Then the fat man spoke to her.

"He is spoiling me," she moaned.

Jack nearly dragged her back to the room, and took her. It was so aggressive that she was scared for a moment. Just for a moment. When he slid into her, it felt so good. The spike of adrenaline just turned into deeper arousal, and she was cumming by the fourth stroke.

She got the feeling it didn't matter to Jack, and that made her cum even harder. He was so turned on by watching her with another man he was hammering her, out of control with his desire. And nothing was better than her man losing control for her.

When he finished, they lay panting. He pulled out, and she lay face down, cum dribbling out of her, her body trembling as she panted.

"No, Jack, you didn't push things too far," she said, giggling. "Jack...."

She sat up, looking him in the eye.

"That was probably the best sex I've ever had," she said. "And that's not even the amazing thing. I've never felt more... loved. You don't know... you can't know... how good that made me feel."
 
Jack’s heart almost skipped a beat when Miranda told him he hadn’t pushed things too far, but when she told him it had been the best sex ever he was almost lost for words.

She was his ideal woman. She had the lot, looks, vitality and most incredibly the ability to drive him wild. It was hard to conceive of there being someone more perfect for him than she was, although he worried that there were thousands of guys who'd be better for Miranda than him.

He thought about telling Miranda what he'd planned for the evening when they got back from the winery, but decided against it. There was always the risk of raising her expectations only for something to go wrong. He couldn't be sure the guy would show up in any case. Besides, Miranda seemed to enjoy the element of surprise. It had worked with Rob the waiter, and the guy in the sauna.

They spent the rest of the afternoon at the hotel. Miranda having another treatment and Jack finishing his Reacher novel. Then at four they went up and got ready for the vineyard tour. Miranda appeared from the bathroom looking great, she always did, it was another thing he loved about her.

At five, a limo picked them up from the hotel and drove them the twenty minutes or so to a local vineyard estate. There, along with the other ten paying guests they had a tour of the vineyard and then the winery, where the grapes were crushed then fermented then aged before finally being bottled.

Afterwards came the tasting and while everyone was shown the correct way to taste wine then spit it out, nobody did. Which meant that everyone had had a fair bit to drink by the time the meal was served.

The guests were seated together around one table and were served a sampler menu with seven courses in total. Each course had a different wine to go with it, which the sommelier introduced. explaining why it was the prefect accompaniment for the food they were about to eat. Being seated with strangers who all had a few glasses of wine in them was actually a lot of fun. Their ages ranged from young to old and nobody knew each other. The only thing the group had in common was money Jack supposed.

There was one other couple where the wife was much younger than the husband and, whether by chance or design, the two girls found themselves sitting next to each other. Jack watched Miranda, at home with the conversation, joining in. Sometimes she could be a bit shy in public but with a little alcohol inside her she was more than holding her own, and he was proud of her for doing that.

After the meal Jack had a chance to talk to the husband and after a bit of small talk they got to talking about their partners. Jack opened up about the problems he'd had with family and friends accepting Miranda and it seemed the husband had experienced similar resistance.

"Time's a great healer, but it's worth it," he reassured Jack. "i was in a relationship where i was just existing. I look back on it now and i see that i was just a cash machine to my family. I'm not proud of the fact that i had an affair, but finding someone who's interested in you, who talks to you and really wants to spend time you is hard to resist."

Jack nodded, he knew the feeling.

"Oh and the sex is great too," he chuckled. "But I'm sure you know that already."

By nine o'clock people were beginning to leave and so Jack and Miranda climbed into the limo and headed back to the hotel. They had a cuddle on the way back which got pretty steamy, then, when they arrived, Jack suggested a drink in the bar while they watched the sunset.

They'd been a little late getting back, later than the time Jack had told Brandon they’d be there, but when they walked into the bar Brandon was waiting for them. His photos, didn't do him justice. At least the clothed ones didn't.

"Actually," he told Miranda. "There's someone I'd like you to meet. If you're up for it."
 
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By the time they got to the wine tasting, Miranda was in a daze. The morning's adventure in the sauna, and the wildest fuck she could remember, had pretty well broken her brain. A full body treatment, another massage, hot tub, and a good bake in the sun had her nearly catatonic. Anyone interacting with her could be blamed for wondering what she was on, and if they could get some.

Luckily, the truth was plausible excuse for an irrepressible grin and vapid giggling.

"When the man of your dreams ambushes you with a really good spa day, it's hard not to feel a little dizzy," she told one of the women who was gently inquiring if everything was ok.

The wine did nothing to diminish her mood. The meal was amazing, and surprisingly light. She felt full, but not heavy. She knew she was pretty drunk by the time they headed back, but in a pleasant way. She held Jack's arm as they made their way to the bar, steadying herself. Then he told her there was someone he wanted her to meet.

"Yeah," she said, curiously. "OK?"

It didn't cross her mind that Jack would have arranged a date for her. Their experiences wit Rob and the guy in the sauna had been spontaneous, spur of the moment things. He had told her about the swingers app, and even taken pics, but it didn't occur to her that he was actually going to arrange anything this weekend. So she was curious, who he wanted her to meet, but she had no expectations.

Then she saw the guy Jack was steering her towards, and her eyes neatly popped out of her head. He was hot.
 
Brandon Peterson parked his pick-up in the car park of the spa-hotel. It was an F150 Raptor, the one with the big V8 under the bonnet. But, even though it was late model and freshly cleaned that morning, it looked out of place among the shiny BMWs and Lexus'. Brandon felt a bit out of place too as he made his way to the bar. He ordered a beer and waited to see if the couple he'd contacted would turn up.

Brandon had never thought he'd be doing anything as outrageous as meeting couples for sex until about a year after his divorce had been finalised. He worked away on construction projects all week and lived for the one weekend in two that his daughter came to stay with him. It didn't leave much time for relationships but, put simply, he missed sex. He'd read an article about hook-up apps and this had led him to the same swingers site that Jack and Miranda were on and he’d decided to give it a go.

He soon found out that finding shook ups with single females were difficult, but a few couples had seen his profile and asked him to join them. He’d not considered couples before but slightly out of desperation he said yes to one.

He was lucky, the couple he'd met had been really nice people and he’d had a great time with them. They validated him and after that meeting other couples on the site had been easy. There'd been a few bumps along the way, no shows, jealous husbands, reluctant wives, but on the whole he'd had good experiences , and so had the people he'd met it seemed, from the validations they’d given him.

Brandon hadn't been planning on a hook up that weekend but at the last minute his daughter announced that she was going camping with friends and wouldn't be able to see him. He was heartbroken but it wasn't fair that she should miss out just because her mom and Dad had split up. So he sgreed.

With nothing else planned, Brandon looked to see if anyone was advertising for a single male on Saturday night and Jack and Miranda's ad popped up. It was risky though, they were first timers with no validations. But if the pictures of Miranda were genuine then the prize was worth the risk.

He’d agreed to meet them at nine but when he walked into the bar there was no sign of the couple. By nine fifteen he was getting concerned but then at twenty past they walked in. He saw Jack talking to Miranda then the two of them walked over to where he was standing

“Hi. You must be Brandon,” Jack said confidently, shaking Brandon’s hand. “I’m Jack and this my partner Miranda. Forgive her if she seems a bit shocked this is a total surprise for her.”

Miranda was everything her picture promised and Brandon was so glad he’d responded to their ad. The two of them embraced and it felt good as she pressed her breasts against him.

The three of them sat down and made small talk for a while, learning about each other. Miranda seemed a bit tipsy but as they’d just been to a wine tasting it wasn’t a surprise. She seemed interested in him and if he’d have been a betting man he’d have wagered that the whole scenario was turning her on.

Jack discretely ran his hand up Miranda’s thigh to see how excited she actually was and the results seemed positive. So when they’d finished their drinks he made a suggestion.

“Well. If you’ve no objection, darling,” he began. “Why don’t you go up to the room and freshen up while Brandon and I have another drink. Then we’ll be up in say, twenty minutes.”
 
"Jack?" Miranda says uncertainly, as she stares at the man he introduces her to.

Brandon is a decade or so older than she is, a decade or so younger than Jack. He's fit in a working way, and has a little sadness about him. When he hugged her, he felt strong. She was nervous and giggly as they talked, and drank. Jack caressed her thighs, and found her quivering, ready to go. She completely lost the thread of the conversation when he touched her.

Then Jack told her to go up and wait.

"OK!" she said, nodding, excitedly. She kissed Jack, and hesitated a moment. She stepped around the table and gave Brandon a quick kiss, too. "See you soon!"

She was halfway across the bar when she remembered Jack had the key, so she went back, blushing, giggling, and asked for it. She looked at Brandon.

"Sorry, I'm a little nervous," she said. "He likes to surprise me." She grinned, showing it was a good thing.

She hurried up to the room, wondering what to do. Jack was giving her time, but other than freshening up, he wasn't exactly clear about what he wanted. But it was clear he had brought Brandon for more fun. She was drunk enough to lean into it. She freshened up, and put on a sheer black babydoll nightie that covered almost nothing and was completely see through anyway, with a matching g string and high heels.

She put on a porn movie, and sat in an arm chair, teasing her pussy through the skimpy lingerie, waiting for the men to arrive.
 
"Sorry, I'm a little nervous," Miranda said. "He likes to surprise me." She grinned, showing it was a good thing.

“Don’t worry about it” Brandon chuckled.”Just as long as you’re enjoying yourself.”

Brandon could see Miranda was nervous but he could also see she was excited. The way she’d given him a quick public kiss before leaving had been designed to show there was no reluctance on her part.

“How long have the two of you been together?” Brandon asked Jack after she’d left.

“Just over a year,” Jack replied. Then feeling the need to justify their relationship he added “We’re a genuine couple. We’re not just a boss and his secretary off for a dirty weekend.”

“So if you don’t mind me asking, what made you advertise for a single guy?”

Jack thought for a moment before replying.

“Since meeting Miranda my sex life has never been so good," he began. "But it worries me that she’s not getting everything she needs from a man twenty years older than her. Plus, if I’m honest, I like showing her off. I think I get a kick out of seeing her with other guys too. We’ve had a couple of experiences that haven't gone all the way but it’s been a turn on for both of us. So this is the next logical step."

"You don't mind me fucking her?" Brandon asked.

"I want you to fuck her," Jack replied enthusiastically, then added just be clear, "I want us both to fuck her."

“Ok. Is there anything I should avoid?”

“I'm not sure to be honest," Jack admitted. "She hasn't mentioned anything but just be respectful of Miranda’s wishes because there might be things she doesn’t want you to do.”

"Ok."

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After finishing their drinks the two men caught the elevator up to Jack and Miranda’s suite on the fourth floor. Having given his key to Miranda Jack had to knock at the door to be let in and they waited outside for a while before it opened.

Miranda opened the door in a black see through babydoll which left very little to the imagination. She looked fantastic, her breasts clearly visible through the flimsy material and her legs accentuated by her high heels.

“How did you know it was us?” Jack joked as they followed her into the lounge area of the suite.

The lounge had a small bar and two big sofas to spread out on. The lights were dimmed and on the big wall mounted TV screen a porn movie showed a white girl being attended to by five black guys. It can’t have been on for long as they were still mostly clothed, although a couple of them already had their massive cocks out for the girl to suck on. Jack imagined the look he was going to get from the hotel reception as they went through his itemised bill the following day but he didn’t care.

“I think I’ll just use the bathroom to freshen up” Jack offered, adding, “You two carry on without me.”

Brandon moved closer to Miranda who was still standing

“I think your husband wants us to get to know each other,” he offered, putting a hand on her waist.

When she didn’t flinch he moved in for a kiss and their lips met hungrily. He pulled her closer to him and felt her breasts pressing against his chest. Most of the women from the couples he’d met were his age or older but she was young and fresh and her skin was flawless. He put his hand under the babydoll and touched her bare flesh. She was making him so hot.

Jack returned from the bathroom to find Miranda and Brandon kissing passionately. Instead of moving closer he hung back and watched his girlfriend kissing another man. She seemed to be enjoying it, they both did and Jack felt his erection returning.

When he'd watched the two of them kissing for long enough he moved up behind Miranda and pressed himself up against her, then began to kiss the back of her neck. Squeezed between the two men Miranda became the meat in their sandwich. Both of their hands were exploring her body now but Jack let Brandon take the lead, filling in with whatever was available. Brando had started with her breasts but soon his hand had moved down between her thighs feeling for her pussy underneath the tiny G-string.

"You look gorgeous," Jack whispered to Miranda as the two men worshipped her body. "Now get on down on your knees in front of us baby. i think Brandon's got a surprise for you."
 
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There was a knock on the door. Miranda froze. Caught!

Of course, Jack had given her the key, so he couldn't let them in to find her playing with herself. She laughed and stood up, swaying unsteadily as she crossed the room to the door. She opened it and turned, barely lookin at them as she walked into the room, giving Brandon a good look at her basically naked ass.

When Jack asked how she knew it was them, she froze. She hadn't even looked out the peephole. It could have been anyone. She stood, stunned, trying to think of a clever answer, but all that came out was a nervous giggle. It went well with the slurping and moaning coming from the TV.

Then Jack excused himself to the bathroom, and she was alone with Brandon. She turned to face him, blushing, flustered. He didn't seem flustered at all. He took control, easily, physically, and without any hesitation. He put his arm around her, pulled her in, and kissed her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. This guy wasn't like Rob, the cocky waiter, or like the fat guy in the sauna who asked Jack's permission.

Brandon seemed completely confident, but not at all arrogant. Miranda pressed her body into his, returning the kiss with heat. His hand slipped under the babydoll, and she moaned. When Jack came out of the bathroom, shepeeled the flimsy nightie off, breaking the kiss just for a moment, so she was naked except the g string and her high heels.

Then he was behind her, pressing against her ass, pushing her closer to Brandon. She was a little smooshed, but it was delicious. Hands were on her breasts, and between her legs. She was pretty sure they were Brandon's, but at this point, she was too turned on to be sure. Or to care.

When Jack told her to get on her knees, she whimpered. She pulled out of the sandwich, so the three on them were in a triangle. She knelt, looking up at the two of them. Her mouth was open. She was panting. Her eyes were rolling with excitement as her hands seemed to move of their own accord to caress the two men through their pants.

Jack had just fucked her a few hours before, but he was hard as a rock, and Brandon was like a steel bar, so hot she could feel in through his jeans. She moaned.

"Please," she whispered.

Until now, she had only touched Rob's cock, and that hadn't lasted very long. It had been a confusing moment, and there had been more nervous anxiety than arousal. Now, she had a much clearer understanding of what Jack wanted, and she felt safe.

"Please, can I suck his cock?" she asked her boyfriend.
 
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