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[fellatrixlestrange]

Miranda bit her lip when she heard the frustration in Jack's voice. She hoped she hadn't screwed up. She loved how hot he was for her, but she couldn't cum and then walk into a bar to meet Rob. She had to have her shit a little bit together, and her brain was dangerously close to clocking out for the night. She wanted to ask Jack to stay, to tell him that she was going to make it up to him when they got home, but she needed a moment, and he wanted to be in the bar before Rob got there.

When she saw him walking towards the bar, a touch of annoyance hit her. Here she was, sitting in the car, waiting for Rob to get there, and feeling guilty, when this was all Jack's idea! What right did he have to be frustrated? At the same time, his frustration was kind of nice. He still wanted her enough to get irritated that she told him to back off.

Then the wait. She was so horny, all she could think about was playing with her pussy, but she didn't dare. Her mind spun around that for a while, and then she took out her phone. She watched random cat videos to calm herself down, and when the phone pinged, she distracted enough to ignore it for a minute.

Then she remembered why she was waiting in the car, and she checked it. Jack. Rob was there. She got out of the car and started to hurry towards the bar. Then she realized she had been so excited she left the keys in the ignition, and she hurried back to get them.

She was breathless and flustered by the time she opened the door, and stood there in her tight, tiny dress, breathing hard, deer-in-headlights expression on her face. She saw Jack sitting at the bar and relaxed a little, but she didn't let her eyes linger. There were too many people looking at her. Rob had chosen a spot far from the bar and far from the door, and as soon as she saw him, she made a bee line for him. She had to weave around a few other customers and nearly collided with a waitress.

She was nervous, feeling too exposed in her dress, and Rob was not Jack. He was an unknown, but when she got to him, she was no longer alone. She might look like an engraved invitation to fuck, but at least now everyone in the bar would think they knew who the invitation was for. It wasn't open season anymore.

 

[M4bloke]

Rob and half the male population of the bar couldn't help but notice Miranda when she walked in. Rob got a kick out of knowing that all those guys would be thinking what a lucky so and so he was and wondering why they couldn't sweet talk a girl like her into going out for a drink with them.

The truth was he'd always had a gift when it came to women. Looking good was only half of it, knowing how to talk to them was what got them into bed.

He stood up as she approached the alcove and embraced her politely then made space for her to sit further into it, guiding her with a hand on her waist. He couldn't help but admire her breasts as she sat down. What a rack, and it was barely concealed by her dress. He wondered what she looked like naked and felt sure that in an hour or so, with a bit of luck he'd be finding out. Girls never came to the bar unless they were up for it. But then even if Miranda bailed there was always the waitress. She was keen on him and up for anything. But he'd had her before and Rob was mainly about new conquests these days.

"I got you a glass of wine, although I'm afraid its not Pinot Grigio," he told Miranda apologetically. "The choice here is red or white I'm afraid."

It was an innocent enough one liner but he could see she was a bit nervous

"So you managed to get rid of the old man?" he continued and as he did a let his hand brush against her thigh.

***

Jack watched from the other side of the bar. He could just make out Rob's hand under the table as it stroked MIranda's thigh. Fifteen minutes earlier his hand had been there and thinking about that gave him such a hard on. He willed Miranda to reciprocate, he wanted to see her playing with another guy. But he was helpless to do anything other than observe.

 

[fellatrixlestrange]

Miranda stood stiffly as Rob greeted her with a little hug. He guided her into the same side of the booth as he was sitting in. He sat beside her. They were facing the bar, and she could see Jack watching from the corner of his eye. She felt more secure knowing he was there. Nothing too bad could happen to her with him watching over her, so she turned to Rob, smiling.

"You got white," she said when the waitress delivered her drink. "You made the right call."

She felt his hand caress her thigh as he asked about her old man. She squirmed in her seat.

"Old man?" she said, her head spinning with excitement. Rob was not wasting any time. Under the table, her thighs opened into a little V, allowing him access. Her dress was so short, she knew half the bar could see her panties if they looked this way. She babbled inanely. "Oh... my dad? Yeah. I mean, I didn't get rid of him. He took off after dinner. I told him I was meeting s someone."

Her eyes met Jack's for the briefest moment. Could he see her opening her legs? Could he guess how wet she was? He had been fingering her a little while ago. He must know. There was a heat in his eyes. This was what he wanted, she remembered. He gave her a pass on anything that happened here. In the bar. She bit her lip, nervously. She wanted to see if he was serious, so she put her hand on Rob's crotch.

 

[M4bloke]

Rob was encouraged by the way Miranda opened her legs for him and managed prise them open a little further before pulling her panties to one side and fingering her pussy. It wasn't the first time he'd done this in the bar and he knew the waitress would be watching along with perhaps a couple of the other patrons who'd witnessed similar shows before. There was a guy on one of the stools, in jeans, a sweat top and a back to front Truckers hat who'd certainly clocked the action and so Rob made sure to give the loser a front row seat to the spectacle. The guy had no chance of fingering such a succulent young thing and Rob couldn't help showing off.

Any lingering doubts that Miranda was up for it, disappeared totaly when he felt her put her hand on his crotch. Rob quickly undid his button fly, adjusted his briefs and pushed Miranda's hand onto his now semi erect cock, forcing her to wrap her fingers around it.

"Good girl," he told Miranda. "Now why don't you acquaint yourself with Mr, Happy, because he's very keen to get to know you."

With that Rob pushed two fingers into Miranda's pussy and began to twist them round inside her.

He saw the guy in the Trucker's hat staring intently at them now and Rob gave him a knowing wink then turned to Miranda.

"Look at the old guy watching us," he told her. "Give the poor loser a smile. He'll be wanking over this later."

 

[fellatrixlestrange]

Miranda's eyes opened wide when Rob tugged her panties to the side and slide his finger in her. Like Jack a little while ago, her found her sopping wet, tight with excitement. Her head tipped back and she did her best not to moan out loud. She bit it back, and reminded herself Jack was watching. She looked at Rob, who was distracted by tugging his fly open. He pushed her hand inside to give her access to his half hard cock.

If she hadn't been so turned on, he would have been wearing her glass of wine, but she couldn't bring herself to resist him. No, her fingers closed around him and she started rubbing him slowly coaxing him to hardness.

The way he spoke to her then. Good girl. Mr Happy. It was embarrassing. Having spent the last year with an older man, she found him crude and a little obnoxious. If his cock had been hard, she wouldn't have minded, but it seemed like he was in an awful hurry to get something started that he wasn't even ready for.

His fingers slid in and started twisting, like he was hunting for the g spot.

Then he pointed out Jack. He obviously didn't recognize him, but still. It was a little too close for comfort.

"Did you ask me here to upset your ex boyfriend?" she whispered to him. "Or maybe your dick would be hard if you were thinking less about other dudes' dicks?"

She pulled his face towards her to kiss him.

 

[M4bloke]

At first, Jack thought he'd been made, but then he realised that Rob had no idea who he was, the guy just liked playing to an audience. In fact it felt like Rob was putting on a show especially for him.

Jack watched as Miranda parted her legs for Rob then allowed him to prise them further apart and slip a couple of fingers into her. The sight made him both hard and proud of his girl.

What came next surprised him though. He hadn't expected Rob to unbutton his fly and fish out his cock, but he watched transfixed as Rob guided Miranda's hand onto him and she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke it.

Rob gave Jack a wink then turned to Miranda and pointed him out to her. Jack had so wanted Miranda to look him in the eye and give him a secret smile. Something to say that she was enjoying herself but hadn't forgotten about him. Something to say that they were in this together. and that she was doing this for him too. But she just looked away and began to kiss Rob instead. Jack felt a wave of disappointment and self doubt sweep over him.

***

Things had been going pretty well with Miranda until Rob had suggested to her that she give the guy in the trucker hat a smile. She must have known guys were watching them and she'd seemed ok with it, but then she seemed to turn on him, saying something about him being gay. What was more odd was that, after she’d said it, she gave him a very public kiss.

Rob dismissed the insult as just a kinky tease and while the two of them swapped tongues, he continued to finger her. She'd made some comment about him having a soft dick but Miranda still had her hand wrapped around it and he was getting harder with every stroke. He pulled his jeans down an inch to allow her to stroke it fully and give the guy in trucker cap a good view of her working his stiffening cock. Then he put all his focus into fingering Miranda. His hand was right up inside her, in the general location of Miranda's G-spot. He crooked his forefinger and got to work on her.

 

[fellatrixlestrange]

Miranda was making out with Rob, and stroking his cock under the table. There were probably people in the bar who couldn't see what was happening, but not many. The only hope there was for privacy was that people would be too self-absorbed to notice. It wasn't much to hope for. Her eyes were closed, and she imagined all eyes were on them. What would people think of her?

Then he curled his finger just right and she practically jumped out of the seat. Her whole body tensed, and her pussy clenched on his finger. She gasped, and broke the kiss for a moment. Her eyes jumped across the room to Jack. She caught his eye, and then Rob's finger found it again. Her eyes rolled back for a moment, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Right there," she whispered.

She looked at Jack again. Was this what he wanted? Was it going too far? Did he really expect her to have another man's cock in her hand? She wanted to stop time, so she could go ask him if it was alright. He had said hall pass, and anything was ok as long as she didn't leave with the guy, but had he been expecting this? She sure hadn't. Making out with this guy she'd just met in a bar was, frankly, amazing. It was exciting in a way she had never really imagined before. But it wasn't worth losing Jack.

"Wait," she said in Rob's ear. "Just... slow down."

 

[M4bloke]

Rob could see the effect he was having on Miranda and when his finger found the spot he felt her body shudder..

What Miranda didn’t know was the effect she was having on him. He was hard now and the constant squeeze and release, squeeze and release of her hand on his cock was like she was trying to milk him. The impact of which was as exhilarating as the impact he was having on Miranda

"Wait," she said in Rob's ear. "Just... slow down."

But Rob was too far gone and had passed the point of no return . He pulled his hand out of Miranda’s pussy then grabbed her wrist and forced her to keep hold of his cock as his cum began to dribble out in thick dollops, coating her fingers with his seed.

***

Jack had watched it all happen and the more he watched, the more he had wanted to join in. He was desperate to feel Miranda’s hand around his own cock while she tugged at Rob’s at the same time.

But then, unexpectedly, it all came to an abrupt end. Jack watched as the look on Robs face changed first to relief and then to embarrassment and immediately knew what had happened.

He was aware he had to act for Miranda’s sake and so he got up and walked over to where the couple were sitting. Taking his trucker cap off he addressed Rob first

“You don’t look so cocky now,” he told the young man chuckling. “But thank you all the same. You proved a concept and made a fantasy a reality.”

Then, looking at at Miranda he told her

“I couldn’t love you any more than I do now. You were amazing.”

Jack the reached over and gave her a very public kiss, then when he was finished he left, telling Miranda

I’ll let you say your goodbyes and I’ll be in the car when you’re ready.”

****

“That’s your dad, isn’t it,” Rob stammered after Jack had left.

 

[fellatrixlestrange]

"Slow down," she said. And he did. At least, she thought he did when he pulled his fingers out of her pussy, leaving her desperately close to climaxing. Her own fingers relaxed their grip on his cock, but then he grabbed her wrist. Her eyes widened in surprise. He wasn't going to let her stop jerking him off. There was a moment of fear, and then she felt it. His cock pulsed in her hand.

Fear turned to astonishment. Two minutes ago, he hadn't even been all the way hard. He couldn't be cumming already, could he? She looked at him, and he had that petite mort look on his face. A moment later, she felt his cum sliding over her fingers. His expression changed from bliss to embarrassment, but he kept his hand on her wrist. He moved her hand up and down his cock as he came. A pretty good amount, too.

She didn't know what to do. The little drink napkins weren't going to clean up the mess. She was sort of trapped in the booth. Her hand was pretty well covered and he still hadn't let go. Was he going to be pissed? Was he going to try to finish her now?

Then Jack was there. God, it was hard not to laugh at the look on Rob's face as Jack spoke to him. She felt a little bad for him. The whole thing had been pretty public, and if this was his regular spot, he wouldn't put it behind him for a long time. But it had been him. He had pulled his dick out and put it in her hand.

Then Jack told her he loved her. He kissed her, deeply, passionately, possessively. Then he left.

"Wait!" she called. Then to Rob, "Move!"

She pushed the table back and slid past him, doing her best not to get his cum on her dress. She hadn't even touched her wine.

"Sorry," she said to him, wiping the worst of the cum off on his pants. She straightened her dress with her clean hand, and hurried out the door.

She caught up to Jack at the car and held up the keys like a prize. She put them in his hand, and then she pulled his head down to kiss him. Just as deep, just as passionate, and his, more than ever.

"Take me home," she whispered. "I need you so bad."

 

[M4bloke]

Jack drove the Porsche home with some urgency but not so fast as to attract the attention of the police. To be stopped was the last thing he wanted.

As they made their way back he reached over and fingered Miranda’s pussy. Only minutes earlier she’d had Rob’s fingers inside her and he was so turned on by that thought.

When they got home they almost ran to the bedroom and, when they made it, Jack pushed Miranda onto the bed and climbed on top of her, without stopping to take off her dress.

He was a man possessed with lust and ravaged her like an animal, tearing at the flimsy material that covered her breasts until it gave up and released them. Once free’d he gorged himself on her nipples until they were hard. Then, pulling her dress up around her hips, he tore down her panties to reveal her pussy once more.

Knowing he had to remove his own jeans before he could slip inside her, Jack reluctantly climbed off. As he stood up he took a moment to admire Miranda lying there, ripe for the taking. She looked gorgeous in the torn dress pulled up to her hips with her breasts and pussy on display for him.

He undressed quickly then climbed back onto her and sunk his cock into her succulent pussy, missionary style. Her tight little pussy felt so good, nothing like his wife's which age and children had ruined for both of them.

For Jack, age was a double edged sword. He knew this would be his one fuck of the evening and he wanted to make it special for Miranda. Thankfully, while his refractory period was nothing like it used to be, on the plus side he didn’t cum as quickly either. And so he fucked Miranda for all he was worth, conscious of the fact that he wanted to make up for Rob’s premature ejaculation.

Missionary allowed for plenty of kissing and as they made love he felt closer to her than he had in a while. He made sure he lasted sufficient time to see her satisfied but he wasn't going to last forever and, when the time came, he flipped Miranda over, pulled up her hips and did her doggy fashion until he emptied his load deep inside her. The release was nothing short of amazing for him.

Afterwards he lay her down and wrapped his arms around her. The endorphins were rushing around his body, congratulating him on a job well done. They were probably trying to tell him to rest too. If he wasn't careful he'd doze off now. He knew he was spent but he wondered how Miranda was feeling. Was she ready to call it a night or secretly did she want more?

For a while now, it worried Jack that, sexually, physically rather than emotionally, he wasn't enough for her. Now that they were out of the honeymoon period in their relationship there were already signs that he wasn't satisfying her and secretly he worried that one day she'd wake up and decide she'd rather date someone her own age. He had to face facts, a girl like Miranda probably needed more sex than he was capable of giving her.

But there was no denying she'd been excited in the bar with Rob, Jack thought. She'd been nervous, he could tell that, but definitely excited. He'd wanted her to go further, be more enthusiastic but they hadn't talked about it beforehand and she'd probably been worried about what he might think of her.

As for him he'd loved every moment of watching her with another guy. But he'd wanted to be a part of the action too. Sure he liked showing her off and watching her had been amazing but he'd wanted more. He'd wanted her hand around his cock as well as some other guy's. He’d wanted to share her with another man.

As he lay there with his arms around Miranda the solution came to him. The answer to not only their problems but their desires too.

"I've got a proposal for you," he told her.

 

[fellatrixlestrange]

Jack's finger slipped into Miranda's pussy as he drove home at a slightly frightening speed. It was the third time being fingered since they had left the restaurant. The first had been Jack, and she had stopped him before he got her too worked up. She had spread her legs for Rob as soon as she sat down, but she had told him to slow down before he had cum all over her hand. Stop. Slow down. Red light, yellow light. Now she was back in the car with Jack on their way home it was green. Super green.

Her climax hit her before they had left the neighborhood where the restaurant and the bar were. She didn't hold back, crying with pleasure, thighs clamping down, holding Jack's wrist in a vise grip as she ground her hips, working her pussy against his hand. she clutched the sides of her seat and made a mess of the upholstery.

She more or less lost track of everything until she found Jack nearly pulling her out of the car. Her legs were rubber bands, but somehow she made it into the house. Then she was on the bed, Jack pawing at her breasts with the kind of frantic need she had never experienced. She lay, passively letting him do what he wanted, because she was spent. Her body was amped up, ready to go, but mentally and emotionally, she was done. And Jack's fierce need was exactly what she needed. There was no nuance, no subtlety, just hunger.

He attacked her nipples, sucking htem and licking them eagerly. They were bullet hard by the time he had her dress pulled down, but he want at it for several minutes, until she was squirming and whimpering with excitement. Then he stripped. Her panties came off in a quick tug, and then he was in her.

Her first o in the car had been intense, but fingers were fingers. The climax that hit her as his cock slid in was something different. He was on her, between her legs, pinning her with his weight. Her whole body bucked. Her pussy clenched him, that silky, slippery sheathe gripping him like she would tear his cock off rather than let go. She soaked him with her juices. Her screams were howls from her belly, soul deep ululations that she had never imagined herself capable of before.

Jack was no kid. He knew exactly how to listen to a woman's body, and his strokes adjusted to exactly what she needed from moment to moment. He fucked her through a brain melting orgasm, and then straight into another one. He kissed her, holding her so tight that all her thrashing couldn't dislodge him. And then as she was coming down from that, he rolled her over and slid into her from behind.

She hadn't thought she had another one in her, but she knew Jack. She knew doggystyle meant "my turn" and that he was going to finish. His cock slammed into her, and she came again, just as he was reaching his climax. As good a lover as he was, as considerate and sweet and actually loving he was, her favorite part of their sex life was when he turned selfish. She couldn't explain it, not exactly, but there was nothing better than when he stopped thinking about her pleasure.

When they were done, and they lay panting, sweat cooling on their bodies, holding each other, she felt satisfied in a way she hadn't in a long, long time. She was completely stoned from her orgasms, delirious and empty. There were no thoughts, really.

"I've got a proposal for you," Jack said. She wasn't sure how long they'd been laying there, but she found she had more or less caught her breath. Her heart was beating at a normalish rate, so at least a few minutes had gone by. Her skin was cool, and she snuggled closer to Jack's warmth.

"Yes," she said, and then she giggled. "I mean, I still want to know what you're going to ask, but right now...." She giggled again. There were a lot of things she would say no to, really, but she couldn't think of any of them. She couldn't imagine refusing Jack in this moment. She knew on some level that his next words could change all that, but she didn't think they would. Jack knew her pretty well, and he wouldn't cross the line.

 

[M4bloke]

"I've got a proposal for you," Jack said.

"Yes," she said, and then she giggled. "I mean, I still want to know what you're going to ask, but right now...."

It was a good start but Jack knew he probably only had one shot at this so he had to get it right.

"I had an amazing time this evening," he began, "Watching you with Rob got me so hot that I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you so badly as i did tonight.."

Jack waited a moment to gauge her reaction. She wasn't objecting, so he continued.

"I'm pretty sure, you enjoyed it too," he suggested. "You had a young good looking guy pay you some attention, while your boyfriend looked out for you, ready to step in if anything went wrong. And, while we probably should have talked a little more about how it might have ended up, it worked out fine in the end. At least I think it did"

"The thing is, while we're compatible in so many ways, Miranda. I know I can't completely satisfy you sexually. But I love you so much, and I think we really have something going here. So believe me when i say I don't want to lose you."

"Now you can protest all you like to save my feelings but deep down I think we both know it's true. You're a woman in your prime and you have needs. We both know that the last few months haven't been so good on the sex front. But tonight all of that changed. At least for me it did and now I know what we have to do to make this work."

So far all Jack had managed to do was recap on the events the evening. He knew the next part was make or break time and so, swallowing hard he made his pitch.

"So I'm proposing that, to make sure we don't go back to how things had gotten, we fill the gap with additional lovers for you. Men who can give you the physical satisfaction you need, and both of us the excitement in our sex life that I think we enjoy. Except that unlike tonight I want to be right there with them, sharing you. I'll still enjoy showing you off and watching you with other guys but i want to be a part of the action. I don't want to have to wait until we get home next time."

"I'll not expect you to do any of the arranging. Perhaps sometimes I can arrange a meet, perhaps other times we'll just pick up guys while we're out. I want to make it fun for you. An adventure. All you need to do is be there, look sexy like you always do, and enjoy yourself. I'll take care of everything. I promise."

"I think it could really work, " he said, ending his pitch. "So what do you say?"

 

[fellatrixlestrange]

Miranda nodded her head, grinning as Jack told her he had had an amazing time. He said he had never been as turned on, and she lowered her eyes.

"You were pretty out of control once you got me home," she purred. "I really like that side of you."

He went on, talking about how it was for her, and she nodded her head slowly. She wanted to protest that Rob had been a disappointment, that he had turned out to be a cocky boy who was nothing compared to Jack. Which was true, but she also knew that she hadn't been putting up a fight. She hadn't liked Rob much, but she had been going along with everything he wanted, and if he hadn't cum, she wasn't really sure where, or if, she would have stopped him. So she looked at Jack and nodded.

He was right about their sex life. She was right about him.

"I love you," she said, and she was still young enough to think that love was enough to pull them through anything. But she was intrigued by the idea that had him so excited.

When he said he wanted her to take additional lovers, her eyes nearly fell out of her head. When he said he wanted to be there with them, her jaw came unhinged. She looked shocked, then confused. He didn't stop. He explained what he wanted. He even wanted to arrange the encounters. He wanted to take care of everything.

"So... you mean... like... threesomes?" she said, still several steps behind him. A million thoughts raced through her head, and her face flashed from one expression to another. He could see she was breathing faster.

"Oh, Jack, are you sure?" she whispered. She was trying not to smile. Trying not to show him how excited she was, but he knew her better than that by now. Her mind was still hesitating, but her body was all in. The way she was pressing against him. A minute ago, she had been drained, sated, ready to laze around until sleep came. Now she was ready to go again. Her eyes were dancing with the possibilities, wide with excitement.

"Yes," she whispered. "If it's what you want."

 

[M4bloke]

Jack went to work on Friday exhausted. Miranda had hardly allowed him a wink of sleep after hearing his proposal. Her apparent enthusiasm for their new arrangement getting the better of her.

His mind was full of possibilities, but how to make them a reality? That was the question. He’d told Miranda he would take care of everything and he wanted to make sure that, whatever they did next, worked. There could be no premature ejaculation this time.

His first thought was the internet and it didn't take him long to find a swingers dating site. Hastily he paid his money and put together a profile under the category of "Couples looking for single men." It was unlikely to yield instant results but you never knew.

Having pressed go on the profile however, Jack began to worry that he might be letting his enthusiasm run away with him. The last thing he wanted was for Miranda thinking she was just being used for his gratification. So he put aside thoughts of their first threesome and focused on how to show her he loved her. He had his secretary book them in a suite at an up-market spa hotel in the state's wine region for the weekend. It was spur of the moment but he felt sure Miranda would love it. He'd leave work at lunchtime, they could meet at the airport, and be drinking wine (who knew what sort) in time for dinner.

With arrangements made, Jack complimented himself on the idea and sent Miranda a text.

"I wanted to show you just how much i love you. So I've booked us a quiet weekend away at a spa hotel in "vineyard country". Can you pack for the both of us and meet me in the champagne lounge at the airport at two?"

He included a link to the hotel just so Miranda knew what to bring then tried to focus on his work until lunchtime came around.

 

[fellatrixlestrange]

Miranda was playing with her pussy when Jack texted. She was so excited she dropped the phone twice before she saw his message. Had she expected him to tell her he had someone for her to meet? Maybe. Maybe, for just a moment, she was a little disappointed that that wasn't it. But she didn't let herself stay there. Jack's proposal last night had been a fantasy, a delightful day dream he had shared after cumming, but it wasn't real.

Wine country was real. Not just that, but spontaneous trips to wine country were real. Not just spontaneous trips, though. First class. How could she let herself be bothered about something as trivial as their sex life when he provided a life most people could only dream of? And it wasn't like their sex life was bad. It was great, when it was on. It was just less than she would have liked.

"C U @ 2" she texted back.

She checked the link and packed. She didn't pack anything quite as sexy as last night's dress, but there was nothing she packed that wasn't designed to show herself off. Jack would never say anything as crude as Arm Candy, but she knew he got a thrill from seeing her look sexy and showing her off. She made other men jealous, like the Porsche, and she wasn't upset about it. She was proud of it.

At two, she walked into the champagne lounge in a cute mini skirt and a peasant blouse, that slipped off her shoulders, showing off the red straps of her push up bra, and plenty of cleavage. Her heels were the same red as her lingerie, and if anyone wondered... well, they'd just have to wonder, wouldn't they?

When she saw Jack, she took his hand and when he turned to her, she kissed him. Hard. Letting anyone know they belonged to each other.

Three hours (a short flight, a longish ride in a limo) later, they were following the porter past the pool, sparkling white (not the Champagne region of France) in crystal flutes in hand. The man brought their bags in, and then asked if they would like to make dinner reservations now. The way he spoke the chef's name and where he had come from made her sure it was a big deal, but it rang no bells. She looked to Jack.

"Later, right?" she said.

 

[M4bloke]

When she walked into the champagne lounge Miranda looked every inch the trophy wife, or in Jack’s case, girlfriend. And when she kissed him hard on the lips, she left no one in any doubt who she was with.

He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her. Not only was she young and pretty but she made him feel good about himself too.

She was more mature than most girls her age. Certainly a lot more mature than his own kids. Cynics had said they’d have nothing in common but they always found things to do together and conversation had never been a problem. And she made him laugh too. She made him want to be a better person, go to the gym, take pride in his appearance.

And then of course, there was the sex. It had never been like this with his wife, not even in the early days. He realised now that when he’d met Miranda, he really hadn’t been that sexually experienced, having been married to the same woman for most of his adult life. But Miranda had opened his eyes and now he was like a kid in a toyshop.

He had no idea how many men she’d had before him though. He knew he certainly couldn’t have been her first but whether he was her second or her thirty second, he couldn’t say and he didn’t feel he could ask.

Which led to the inevitable question, why was she with him?

He hoped she saw something in him, perhaps a maturity that she didn’t find in guys her own age. Perhaps it was the qualities that had made him successful in the first place. But it was hard to ignore the obvious. He was a wealthy guy and could give her a lifestyle most girls her age could only dream about. If he’d been the guy in the post room, would she have fallen for him? He doubted it.

But he wasn’t the guy in the post room. He was a successful businessman and she was his trophy girlfriend and sometimes it didn’t do to question the universe too much.

Jack’s secretary had done him proud. The hotel was everything he could have hoped for, beautiful location, great amenities and a celebrity chef ( who he’d never heard of).

He made a dinner reservation with the porter for later and tipped him well. Then, when they were alone in their suite, Jack turned to Miranda and kissed her. As he did he undid the zipper on her miniskirt and eased it down until it fell to the floor. Then he slipped off the delicate blouse to leave her in nothing but the red lingerie and heels.

Jack took a step back to admire her. She was so beautiful and he was a lucky, lucky man.

But then a thought hit him.

“I set up a swingers profile for us today. I can show you if you like,” he told her, fishing his phone out of a pocket. “And you looking like you do now would be the perfect cover photo. Will you let me take a couple of pics.”

Jack opened up the app to show Miranda and to his surprise they'd already got several replies waiting and that was without a picture.

 

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The porter left, and Jack kissed her. Miranda was surprised by the intensity, and even more surprised when she felt his hands undoing her zipper. She giggled. Was he really going for it? She stepped out of her skirt, trying to remember the last time they had sex two nights in a row. She wasn't complaining, though. This was what she had been missing, she realized. He slipped her blouse off.

He stepped back to look at her. She had worn a tiny thong and the skimpiest of skimpy push up bras, in a cherry red silk. He was checking her out, and she turned slowly, showing him the goods, grinning. She was just reaching back to undo her bra when he completely blindsided her.

"A swinger's profile?" she said. She was stunned. Then he said he wanted to take a picture of her in her underwear for the cover photo. She stared at him. She remembered their conversation last night, and cocked her head to the side. Was he actually trying to set her up on a date with a guy from a swinger's site?

The thing that really shocked her, though, was how appealing she found the idea. Last night with the waiter had been more exciting than she had imagined. Getting fingered in a bar, jerking off a stranger.

"OK," she said slowly. Then she nodded. "Yeah. You can take some pictures."

"Should I get on the bed?" she asked him. "Or should I get on my knees?"

"Wait, I need to fix my make up!" she realized she was bouncing from thought to thought. She wasn't just going along with this plan of Jack's. She was excited. She grabbed her make up kit and went to the bathroom to fix herself up. When she came out, she was perfect. She felt absolutely amazing.

"How do you want me?" she said.

 

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Jack couldn't have been more reassured by Miranda's response to having her photo taken for their profile. There'd been no reluctance on her part, in fact it was more like enthusiasm.

Miranda always took pride in her appearance but it seemed like she wanted to look her very best for the photos. So she rushed into the bathroom to fix her makeup, leaving Jack on his own.

Jack amused himself by looking at a couple of the replies they'd got so far to their picture-less profile on the swingers website he'd joined that morning. Many were unsuitable simply because of the distances involved, but a couple were reasonably close and worth following up when they got back home he thought.

Then an idea came to him. He wondered whether there might be anyone local to the hotel they were staying at. It was a pretty rural location but they weren't totally isolated and there was a town less than twenty miles away. A quick investigation found that the swingers website had a 'hook up' section where members could advertise for meets on a specific date and in a particular location. Jack thought it was unlikely that a guy they would want to meet would be available on a Saturday night at such short notice but, more out of curiosity than expectation, he put in their location and advertised for a hook up with a single guy the following night.

He'd just finished the ad' when Miranda re-appeared out of the bathroom

"How do you want me?" she asked.

She looked fantastic in her little thong and a matching bra that barely managed to contain her breasts and he wanted to say ‘on her knees, sucking him off’. But having just done her make-up he doubted that was what she wanted to hear. And so, using his phone Jack tried his best to take some artistic photos of MIranda in her red lingerie. It was difficult not to get turned on by things and he was aware that he he had a very clear erection poking out of the trousers of the suit he'd left for work in that morning.

When they'd finished they lay on the bed together and selected a couple of photos that Miranda was happy to be included on the profile. Jack thought about telling her about the advert but he didn't want to set any expectations and so he kept quiet.

"I think i did pretty well choosing this place," he chuckled, knowing full well it was his secretary who'd done all the work..

"But have i done well enough to deserve one of your special blow jobs?" he asked hopefully. His erection, still very obvious.

 

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Miranda had fun posing for the pictures, some were far too sexy to put on the internet, but some seemed the right mix of sexy and still classy. It wasn't that she was against being straight up slutty for Jack, but the internet was a savage place with a long memory, so she liked to play it careful. The pics they settled on were the kind of thing you would see on Instagram, rather than Onlyfans.

She noticed the huge tent in Jack's pants, and felt her arousal growing with every click of the camera. When they lay down, she kissed him, so eager to make out that he had to hold her back a little to talk. She giggled when he said he did well.

"You did," she said, and teased, "Should I send Stephanie a thank you note?"

Then he asked about a blowjob, and she bit her lip. She pretended to think it over for a few seconds, and then she pushed herself up onto her knees beside him.

"You know blowjobs aren't about deserving," she said. She never wanted there to be a connection between his spending money to indulge her and her putting out.

She started to unbuckle his belt.

"You get a blowjob when I'm in the mood to suck your cock," she said. Sure, a spontaneous trip, a place like this certainly helped get her in the mood, but it was the excitement, not the money. Taking a bus to a cheap motel might have the same result.

She opened his pants and took his cock out. Then she straddled his thighs, her back to him, and rubbed herself against his cock while she took off his shoes and socks. She dismounted to take his pants off.

"Lucky for you, I think I'm in the mood."

She faced him again, now on her knees between his knees, and she unhooked her bra, pulling it off. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and leaned down, her breath warming the head of his cock and her breasts teasing his balls. What Jack would never really understand is it was his cock that got her in the mood. Seeing him that hard for her, with barely a touch between them? It was an incredible compliment, and that was what made her want to please him.

"Are you looking for a sprint, or are we going to stay up late?" she whispered, softly kissing the tip.

 

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"You know blowjobs aren't about deserving," she said.

They always had been when he was married Jack thought. Used as currency or a bargaining chip. Never given freely.

To be honest, Jack was still getting his head around the idea that Miranda would give him a blow job just because she wanted to. It was proving to be a bit of an alien concept to him even after a year of receiving them. And they were such good blow jobs too. Taking his cock all the way down her throat and letting her saliva drip out onto his balls as she sucked on him. He'd never realised that real women, not just porn stars, could get a whole cock in their mouth and appear to enjoy it too.

"Are you looking for a sprint, or are we going to stay up late?" she whispered, softly kissing the tip.

It was sweet that she was offering him a choice he thought, but Jack had been thinking about sex all day and had spent most of it with an erection. Sadly this was only ever going to be over quickly for him.

"I'm afraid its going to have be a sprint," he said apologetically. "Besides we need to shower and get ready for dinner with Chef what's-his-face."

Jack lay back and let Miranda get to work on him. He reached down and played with her sumptuous breasts as she sucked on him, kneading them in his hands and gently squeezing her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The blowjob was exquisite and when release came he emptied all of his sexual frustration into her delicious mouth.

Afterwards they showered together which gave Jack more chance to play with Miranda's breasts. His erection was gone now. He wished it wasn’t but age had its limitations. He'd have loved to have taken her up against the shower wall, but instead he used his finger carefully to tease her clitoris until he was able to give her a consolation orgasm.

Afterwards they got dressed and went down for dinner which was pretty special. They took a walk in the gardens when they’d finished, kissing and canoodling when they thought they were out of sight.

Sleep came quickly to Jack after the excitement of the night before and the last thing he remembered was cuddling Miranda and telling her he loved her.

 

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Miranda giggled and dragged her tongue from his balls, up the shaft of his cock, to the very tip.

"On your mark," she teased, taking a deep breath. "Get set..."

She knew what he liked. She disappeared his whole cock, and tongue-tickled his balls as she tried not to gag. She pulled up, and began stroking him with her mouth. In and out, a sprint indeed. She was still surprised by how hot he was for it. He had just cum like a freight train yesterday, and he was hard as a rock with no foreplay.

Or, rather, the whole trip had been foreplay, she thought. He was keyed up, whatever it was. She knew his groans, and he was almost to the finish line already when she started. With Rob, him cumming so quickly had been a huge disappointment, but it was different with Jack. With Jack, she knew he could go for as long as he wanted. It was a measure of how turned on he was, that he was about to blow his load in a few minutes.

And when he did cum, it was like he hadn't cum for months, instead of just last night. Usually, she could handle his load, swallow the whole thing with zero spillage, but today, it was just too much. She giggled and gurgled happily as his cum spilled out of her mouth.

After, she was smiling as if she'd been the one who'd had a massive release.

The rest of the night was perfect. They were sweetly affectionate, probably sickening to watch, but too in love to give a shit. When they went to bed, he slept quickly. She lay there for a while, thinking.

Jack had changed. Not really changed, he was still him, but it was like she had unlocked a new level. First Rob, then last night. Then this trip. The swinger profile. The blowjob. The funny thing was that if he kept up like this, she probably wouldn't need another guy. But it was the other guy that was making him like this. Rob the waiter. The possibility of someone else. She fell asleep wondering what was next.

In the morning, there was a world class breakfast. The sun was up, and Miranda wore a skimpy bikini that Jack had picked out for her, to her embarrassment, some months earlier. It left very little to the imagination. She wore heels and a wrap, and brought her pool bag to breakfast with her. The plan was to balance baking in the sun with taking full advantage of all the massages, bodywraps, facials, soaks and saunas the spa provided.

 

[M4bloke]

Jack was pleased when Miranda picked out the tiny bikini he'd bought her some months earlier. She'd needed the right occasion to wear it and a weekend away somewhere warm was definitely it. Meanwhile, he wore something a little more staid. A polo shirt and a pair of board-shorts with speedo trunks underneath for when he fancied a swim and perhaps a sauna too.

Unfortunately for him. But probably fortunately all told, Miranda wore a wrap to breakfast which they took at the open air breakfast bar. Since meeting Miranda he'd been careful about what he ate, but hotel breakfasts were always his downfall. There was something about an all you could eat buffet that played to Jack's more modest start in life and he found it hard to say no.

After they'd finished breakfast they found a place by the pool and chilled out for a bit before Miranda went for the first of her spa treatments. Jack had no intention of having any himself and told her he'd be on the sun-lounger where she'd left him, reading his book or having a swim in the pool.

"I've booked us a wine tour for later on this afternoon by the way, followed by a meal and a wine tasting at the vineyard," he told her as she left for her treatments. "We'll probably need to start getting ready around four o'clock. And the best bit is neither of us has to drive of course!"

When she'd left, Jack got out his phone and checked the swinger's website for responses to the ad. At first he was please to see ten responses, but many were too far away or from people saying they couldn't make tonight but might be interested another time. The rest were mainly from guys Jack didn't rate or had given one line replies. Intelligence or the ability to write a sentence weren't absolute requirements he conceded but this first time he wanted to find a guy who was both easy on the eye and easy to talk to.

There was one reply that fitted the bill however. Brandon was a thirty year old guy, who owned a small construction contracting firm in a nearby town. He was divorced and single but co parented two children with his ex wife. Jack liked the honesty of the guy. Too many profiles seemed to be about sex only

Brandon's profile included some photos of himself in various states of undress and Jack had to admit he had a body on him. But not only that, Jack couldn't help noticing that Brandon was more than averagely endowed. Strangely the competition didn't worry him. Miranda was with him because she wanted to be Jack told himself.

But the final clincher for Jack were the validations that other couples and some singles had given Brandon. They all said how considerate and respectful he was, then went on to recommend him to others saying that the women wouldn't be disappointed.

So Jack wrote a message back, inviting Brandon to join them in the hotel bar when they came back from their meal at the winery. He felt he had to be honest though and explained that this would be a surprise for Miranda and one that she might say no to. But hopefully Brandon would think the prize was worth risk. It was a risky strategy but Jack had to know if Miranda would go through with it