1. Miranda Kim


    Date: 10/9/2023, Categories: Reluctance Author: jxa2012 

    ... business in bed. You impregnated me!”

“We had a good thing going. I’ve fucked you, off and on, for almost a year. I didn’t see any problems.”

“I couldn't go on living a lie with Stan.”

He began walking toward the Vino Volo wine bar that was a hundred yards from our gate. I fell into step beside him. He got us a table at the back, ordered a bottle of champagne and we clinked glasses.

“Jesus, I miss you, Miranda,” he said. “We had great sex, didn't we? Even when you were heavily pregnant, we had so many positions: you rode me cowboy, reverse cowboy, I fucked you doggie style.”

“Sex was never our problem. But I never enjoyed cheating on my husband.”

“Is it any better with Stan now?”

“He's a great father to our daughter. She’s eight now. He thinks she's his.”

“Does he fuck you regularly? Did he get you pregnant with a second child?”

I buttoned my jacket to cover my breasts and hide my bra from his unrelenting eyes.

“No,” I admitted after a pause. Then I went on in a more aggressive tone. “But he doesn't force me to have sex at two in the morning with another woman's sweat on his body and her fluids on his dick.”

“That happened one time! And it was after the Christmas party your company threw for clients. I was drunk.”

“You fucked one of the teenage cocktail waitresses at the party. And later came to my hotel room and forced me to have sex with you.”

“Hold on!” Jack protested. “I seem to recall you cumming quite a few times that night. And ...
    ... begging me to fuck you harder.”

I felt my face grow warm and redden at the memory. I drained my champagne flute to avoid responding.

When the champagne was gone, Jack ordered another bottle. I ate some nuts and olives, but I could feel the wine going to my head. I knew I should refuse, but when the waiter popped the cork on the second bottle, I didn't stop him from refilling my glass. I unbuttoned my jacket again, disregarding the way Jack's eyes caressed my breasts through my black bra.

“I'm sorry I took you for granted when we were sleeping together, Miranda. You're looking really sexy tonight. Sitting here, all I can think about is how we fucked in the restroom on that flight to London – three times!”

“I'd have happier memories of that flight if we hadn't later discovered that my boss was back in economy. He saw you with your hand up my skirt. He put two and two together and has been pestering me for sex ever since. He figures that if I cheated with one man at work, why not with another?”

“My God, Miranda, must you be so negative? We're together on a snowy night, drinking champagne, and can do anything we want.”

“Maybe you can. I can't afford a hotel. I'm going to spend the night on an uncomfortable airport chair.”

I took a deep draught of my champagne and Jack refilled my flute.

“No need to do that. I've got a room at the airport Hilton. Come stay with me.”

“No.”

“Come on. You know you want to.” He leaned toward me. “And loosen up a little. ...
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