This was edited by my Redheaded_RockyMtn_cumslut. All errors are mine and not hers.
All the people are over the age of 18.
Life has caught up with our writing schedule and has imposed itself unfavorably on my time to write. As such I am cutting the story a little shorter than planned but with the same ending.
The tags for this story are mind control, married woman, blow job, non-consent, group
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From Chapter 12
Panic etched across her face, "I am more than ready to fuck you all night. I just don't know how he will react to it. Or how you will."
I looked at her suspiciously and asked, "Is there some requirement on my part that you haven't told me?"
She nodded, "He wants to watch."
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I am sure I sounded as smart as fuck as I blurted, "What!?"
Miranda looked at the figure in the door, "The one concession I had to make to get this deal with him, was that Randy got to watch me with whoever I brought home."
I looked at her then him and shook my head, "I don't know if I am comfortable with that."
Miranda looked at me pleadingly, "Please, Hugo?"
I shook my head, "I probably would spend as much time checking on him as I would taking my pleasure from you, and forcing your pleasure on you."
Miranda nodded slightly, "How do we proceed? I might die of a broken heart if I don't get to make love to you tonight."
I shut off the engine and got out of the car. I walked around and met Miranda at the passenger side. Turning toward the house we walked slowly, for the first time since I picked her up, I didn't have a hand on Miranda. As we approached the door, she took my hand in hers.
"Baby, this is Hugo. Hugo, this is Randy."
I don't know that I had ever seen a person before, or since, that the word cadaverous so accurately described them. Randy was an easy three or four inches taller than me, making him six foot four or five. His eyes were seemingly impossibly close together and so very deep set that his brow cast a shadow across them. It was hard to tell that his eyes were the color of bamboo eating utensils.
His face was pockmarked with acne scars, which gave him a villainous countenance despite the smile he held.
His arms and legs were painfully thin; he perhaps weighed one hundred and forty pounds.
He held out his hand, and in a voice an octave lower than James Earl Jones, said, "It is a pleasure to meet you. Miranda spoke highly of you today."
I shook his hand and replied, "Thanks, she has had some interesting things to say about you too."
He laughed easily, "I bet she has."
He made space for us to come in, and after exchanging a quick kiss with Randy, Miranda was off to pour a drink for us.
The living room was as sparse as mine was. A couch, a couple of chairs, a book shelf and a massive gaming center, which consisted of a huge flat screen TV, two game consoles and a computer.
He plopped into one of the chairs and I took the one opposite of him. He looked at me and asked, "Is this as weird for you as me?"
I chuckled, "Probably more so in that I just learned that you were going to watch us."
He replied, "I can see that."
I asked, "Why do you allow her this?"
He looked at me for a moment, maybe trying to decide how he wanted to answer. Then said, "Look at me. I landed the hot chick from high school. If she wants the occasional side piece, who am I to disagree as long as she follows the guidelines we set."
Miranda returned, handing each of us a drink before settling down on the couch. She said, "Before you ask why, it simply is because I love him."
I shook my head, "That isn't what I was going to ask."
They glanced at each other then Miranda asked, "What was the question going to be?"
I took a sip of the bourbon and asked, "Why would you cheat on him? Seems to be a nice enough guy."
She smiled, "He is an incredible guy and he allows me some freedoms from time to time. I wish to share a little of that with you."
I looked at Randy then Miranda. "Randy, what do you think about this?"
He shrugged, "You are the first guy she has invoked this clause with, so I am a little nervous as to why and why now."
Before I could respond, he continued, "I also didn't really think that a guy would be part of the equation when we agreed to it."
I looked at Miranda and said, "Until you and Randy are on the same page, we will wait to do this. And if you don't ever get it squared up, then no."
She looked at me and said, "But last night you said that the boyfriend is my problem not yours."
I nodded, "That is true. And if you hadn't brought me here to meet him, and for him to watch, we would be at my place fucking like rabbits right now."
She looked at Randy, who was looking at me dumbfounded. I smiled at him, "Bro before ho."
"You're kidding? Are you turning down, at least temporarily, a night with her?"
I nodded, "I can go find someone else that has less or no encumbrances."
He shook his head, "Still. She is pretty amazing in bed."
I shrugged, "I do hope to find out someday, if not today."
Miranda looked at me with tears welling up in her eyes, "I don't understand, why not."
I took her hand in mine, and said, "Like I said already, he isn't entirely comfortable with this, and for the sake of your relationship with him, I think he has to be thoroughly comfortable with the idea."
I shrugged, "And frankly if I am going to fuck you like we both want me to, I need to be completely comfortable as well. That would not be how I describe myself at the moment."
Randy shook his head, "No, I don't actually need to be comfortable. Part of the appeal to what she and I do is for the uncomfortable feeling. The pit of fear over losing her to another person when she brings them home strangely enough turns me on."
I looked at him, "That is something I don't understand."
He leaned over and placed his elbows on his knees, "It's like this, we can be pretty complacent with each other. Bringing in another person occasionally keeps us honest with each other, makes us work at keeping things fresh, new, and sexy."
I took a sip from the glass and the Jim Beam within the glass caught me by surprise. I guess I had gotten used to the finer bourbons that Gem gave me. That was a shame, for that stuff was far too expensive for me to buy regularly.
I was clearly undecided still, and Randy took matters into his own hands. "Miranda, please strip, then ask Hugo nicely to fuck your brains out."
She blushed as she stood, and a couple of seconds later her clothes were in a pile around her feet. Guess it is easier when you go without a bra or panties. Miranda sunk to her knees and placed her hands on my knees and whispered, "Hugo, please, take me upstairs and fuck my brains out like Randy asked."
I reached out to her neck and pulled her forward, my lips met hers and I crushed them together as my tongue thrust into her mouth. I heard a gasp and wasn't terribly sure who made it. All I knew was the taste of Miranda's mouth was amazing. She melted against me and I could feel her pert tits against my thighs, and decided then that I was going to mark those babies up and fuck her properly.
We broke the kiss and I glanced up at Randy who had his hand wrapped around his cock through his pants. It didn't look like he was stroking so much as squeezing it. I nodded at him and said, "Go ahead, take them off, enjoy the show."
He looked at Miranda, then me, then back to her. He stood slowly then dropped his pants and underwear. His cock stood proudly, thick veins easily visible from across the room. It appeared to be about six inches long and decently thick. He sat back down and his left hand drifted to his cock and he began stroking it slowly. Miranda watched the scene unfold with a smile on her pretty face.
I looked at him, "Who is going to cum faster, you or her?"
He shrugged, then replied, "Kind of depends on how you fuck her."
I smiled, "Violently, is what I plan."
He gave me a grin, "Her then."
I pushed her forward onto her elbows and knees, "Spread your legs," I said.
She complied and I stood behind her and stripped. As I undressed Randy watched us, his hand moving a little faster with each article of clothing that hit the chair I had been sitting on.
Miranda started to turn her head around to see what I was doing behind her, and I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a palm print, "Face Randy at all times unless I say otherwise. I want him to see your face, your eyes, as I take you."