Nine months after her steamy shower with her husband Martin, Miranda Kelly-Roberts gave birth to fraternal twins Patrick and Kylie. The newborns were quite a handful, and the combination of high-pressure legal careers and high-pressure parenthood eventually took its toll on Martin and Miranda's sex life. Miranda in particular was too drained from work and motherhood to even think of sex.
Martin, however, still wanted to make love to his beautiful Australian wife, and felt a great sense of frustration when Miranda told him she didn't have the energy. He turned his sexual attention elsewhere, spending every spare moment on adult sites and masturbating almost constantly. Sometimes, Miranda would wake up to check on their babies, only to come back and see Martin pumping his big black cock in his hand.
Miranda became nervous about Martin's unmet sexual needs. She started noticing how often he would stare at the attractive young female associates at Laine Lerman, how much he would subtly flirt with them, how long he would wait to release their hands after a handshake. The associates knew Martin and Miranda were married, and yet they wouldn't hesitate to tell Miranda how hot and sexy her husband was, how jealous they were of her, how they wished he was still single.
Nervousness soon became paranoia. Miranda would check his unlocked phone to see if he was texting any of the associates, and went through his e-mail to find out if there was any evidence he was cheating on her. There was no proof that Martin was having an affair, but he certainly had ample opportunities to do so-what if another opportunity availed itself?
Miranda thought of Martin going to bed with a younger, hotter associate, cumming into the tight pussy of a lady who could please her husband in a way she did prior to the pregnancy. The thought made her angry, depressed, confused. She loved Martin and did not want to lose him. Yet she knew he had strong sexual desires, desires that marriage and fatherhood would not and could not diminish.
Then Miranda had another thought: what if she could control who Martin had an affair with? It wouldn't be so bad if she knew the person he cheated on her with. It even would be OK.
That thought made her smile.
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"So, welcome to New York!"
Miranda and Martin hugged Claire and helped pull her luggage from the taxi. As they made their way up the elevator to their condo, Martin couldn't help staring at his wife's cousin.
Claire Robyn Kelly had just turned 22 years old, and was hotter than the 92-degree temperature that early-July afternoon. She was tall and tanned, with waist-length curly blonde hair and blue eyes; right above her jean shorts and right below her hot pink tank top, Martin saw a small star tattoo. He looked at her large gold earrings, her gold sunglasses and gold bracelets, and found himself unable to restrain sexual thoughts.
Claire had done some modeling in Perth, and had taken some acting and dancing classes; she had also won several singing contests and had recorded a number of demos. This was her first trip to New York, and Martin thought that with her looks and personality, it would not be the last.
"Wow...this place is fucking gorgeous!" Claire remarked as they entered the condo.
"Thanks," Miranda replied, pulling the luggage near the sofa. "You're sure this will be big enough for you?"
"Yeah, this should be fine," Claire replied.
Miranda smiled. "Martin, stop staring at Claire and help us out!"
"Oh, right," an embarrassed Martin replied, jumping back in shame.
"No worries, mate," Claire laughed.
"OK."
After they unpacked, Claire asked to see Patrick and Kylie. The three walked over to the crib nearby, where the twins were sleeping.
"Oh my God-they're so gorgeous!" Claire said softly as she looked at the twins. "I am so jealous of you, Miranda-I so want to be a mum."
"Well, it's certainly not that easy."
"I know, I know...but still, I'd love to. I think it'd be cool to be a younger mum. Especially to a baby girl-we could be almost like sisters!"
Martin nodded his head.
"Well," Miranda replied, "you'll certainly find out what it's like before the end of the summer!"
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Claire was an extraordinarily hard worker, and she impressed Miranda and Martin with how well she took care of Patrick and Kylie. Her love for her cousin's children was genuine; she sometimes seemed upset when they went to sleep, since she wouldn't have a chance to keep playing with them.
One Friday night in mid-July, Martin had to go on a trip to a conference in Virginia. Miranda and Claire spent that evening playing with Patrick and Kylie before putting the babies to bed.
Afterwards, Miranda pulled Claire into the bathroom and shut the door.
"Hey, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"You get along with Martin, right?"
"Yeah. He's a great guy, he's very handsome...you really got a good one!"
"OK. But do you like him?"
"Yeah, yeah...what do you mean?"
Miranda grabbed Claire's hand.
"I need you to do me two favors."
Claire was puzzled. "Uh, what kind?"
"Well, first..." Miranda reached into her purse and pulled out $500. "Take this-I need you to go in town tomorrow and buy the sexiest outfits you can get your hands on-the shortest skirts, the tightest T-shirts, everything. I need you to look as hot as possible. Also, you need to throw out all of your bras-no more bras around here."
