Michael and Miranda are back for more. Hiromi is enjoying her new roommates.
Need I say more?
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According to many, a woman can get pregnant just by looking at a penis without a condom on it. At least it seems that way, with all the unplanned pregnancies that happen every day.
Michael wasn't having much luck with Romi, though.
Just as a confirmation before they went to all the trouble of moving, both Hiromi and he had visited the doctor. After several tests, it was determined that indeed Romi's eggs were still viable, and his little swimmers were quite adequately up to the task. He was happy to hear that, not only because it meant Miranda and he were clear to move, but also because it meant that he didn't need to change his routine. The last thing he wanted was to disrupt the rest of his ladies.
They were a pretty tight group, Michael and his small group of girlfriends... including his wife, of course. Every one of them had been thrilled at the new development. Miranda had voiced one small concern... that more of the women would want the same... but so far, it wasn't a problem. Charisse and Solange were past the point where it was an option for them. Ashley just laughed at the prospect of herself as a mother. Sophia was likewise disinterested... in her words, she just liked to practice, a lot.
That just left Jenelle, who was the least emotionally involved with Michael. Since she was a part time member of the group, she just liked to get fucked by his huge dick. It was just sex for her. Great sex, but still just sex. When the time came, she'd have a baby with her husband, whomever that might eventually be.
Anyway, if he was fine, and Hiromi was fine, why was he having such trouble knocking her up? Maybe he'd just have to keep trying.
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Since she now had seven-day access to Michael's big dick, Hiromi was in heaven. She tried not to interfere with Miranda's plans for Michael, but he was still a young man, and had more than enough energy for the two of them, even after a day with a third woman.
Since the advent of this latest wrinkle in Michael's life, he now could make every weekend a three-day version. Hiromi had been his Friday, so he now had Fridays off, in a manner of speaking. It was no effort at all to have Miranda leave his morning embrace to begin getting ready for work, and have Hiromi slide into her still warm spot. By the time Miranda left the shower, she often found Michael and Hiromi snuggled together asleep. They did look cute together.
She had to keep reminding herself that this was still a business relationship. At least the proof of it was quite tangible, in the form of Hiromi's beautiful home, which was now her home as well. Thousands of dollars were finding their way into the investments for her future with Michael every month, and her life was getting easier, as Hiromi often made her breakfast, and also made them dinner. There were more than adequate perks for her in this arrangement, not the least of which was that Hiromi had become a friend, and willing partner whenever Miranda wished to sample her herself.
Like tonight. They'd probably have a nice three-way tonight. Friday night was usually fun, and was a great way to ease into the weekend, which was usually spent completely naked and engaged in sex of some sort until Monday morning. It's a good thing their bed was big, and their third party small.
By the time Miranda made it home from her day, it was late afternoon. She walked into the house, and paused. Two cars were in the driveway, so both Michael and Romi were probably here, but the building was silent. She quietly put her keys down, and slipped her aching feet out of her high-heels. Stopping at the end of the hall, she listened carefully for the sounds of sex.
Miranda was surprised how much she was still turned on by this situation. She had never seen her husband in the act with Sophia, or Solange, or Charisse and Janelle, or even with her friend Ashley, for that matter. Those partners, while well known to her, remained nebulous.
Romi was a different matter. Miranda had 'caught' them having sex often. Walking in on them was commonplace in this home, but it still made her pussy get instantly wet, every time. Her husband had developed into quite the sexual athlete, and the constant exercise had his body ripped and lean. Turns out sex really is good for you.
So, when Miranda heard nothing from their bedroom, she was a little disappointed. She had rather looked forward to watching them from the doorway... Michael's ass flexing as he drove his pole into Hiromi's lithe body, his muscular arms bracing, wide shoulders and back rippling through each firm stroke.
"Dammit! Where are you two?" she asked herself, walking through the house, and into the bedroom. At last she heard the splash. "Ah, of course... the tub."
Miranda slid the shoji aside.
There they were. Romi, naked, kneeling on the small stool beside the deep wooden soaking tub, washing Michael with obvious affection. Her head turned as she heard the door slide open.
"Miranda! Please, come. How was your day?" Hiromi asked, sponging Michael's neck. She pecked his upside-down face with a kiss.
"It was long. My feet are killing me," Miranda replied. "Took me a while to find you. You been having fun today?"
"Working hard," Michael laughed, accepting his wife's kiss as well, then watching his ladies exchange saliva for a moment. He loved that sight. "There's room in here. Why don't you join me?"
"Yes, Miranda," Hiromi nodded. "Let me wash you. The water will melt your day away."
It did sound like a good idea. She could use a little relaxation, before dinner, and whatever else the evening held for her. She smiled, and peeled her blazer off her shoulders, placing it neatly on the chair beside the towels. Unbuttoning her blouse, she noticed that both of them were giving her their complete attention. Perhaps something of a show was in order.
She paused, her silky blouse halfway undone, revealing an enticing slice of cleavage. Tilting her hips, she adopted the stripper stance, legs wide, hand on hip, peeking lustily out through her bangs at them. Another button, then another, and then the last, were unfastened. She opened the front wide, and draped it off her shoulder, showing them her huge breasts, cradled in a lacy bra, before she hid them again by closing it again.
Turning her back, she slowly lowered the zipper on her skirt, and slipped it down over her hips, depositing it beside her blazer with a skillful flick of her right foot. The thin strap of a tan thong, matching the bra, contrasted starkly against her dark skin, enhancing the firm, rounded curves of her ass, sculpted by so many miles on her bike. Thigh-high stockings, black, clung to her strong legs. She rolled them down, one at a time, bending to display her rump for her audience of two. One more bend, as she removed the tiny thong, and she spread her legs to show them her moist, bald pussy, pouting open to reveal her pink inner folds.
Turning once more to face them, the blouse was draped off her shoulders again, this time, on the way off for good, leaving her only in her bra. She was breathing heavily, feeling the excitement of stripping, even if it was for her husband. Her breasts strained at the restrictive cups of the bra, swelling over the edges with her breathing. She reached back, and unsnapped the garment, finally letting it slide down and off. Gloriously naked in the sunshine, she turned a circle, and finished with a flourish of her hands.
"Well...
I'm
hard as a rock!" Michael giggled. "That was pretty hot, honey. Right, Romi?"
