Behind closed doors
The day Miranda slept with James for the first time, she managed to collect herself until she was alone with Thomas, but then she couldn't suppress her joyful grin anymore.
"You did it?" he asked incredously.
"Yeees!" she replied, her eyes twinkling triumphantly.
Before he could reply, there was a knock on the door and a servant interrupted them with a message for Thomas.
The rest of the day, they exchanged meaningful glances while they were entertaining guests. Thomas' curiosity was constantly nagging at the back of his mind and he feared he was being a more distant, preoccupied host than usual.
Finally, in the evening when the Hamiltons were lying in bed together holding hands, Miranda recounted what it had been like. James' soft lips and big warm hands all over her. Every detail from his beautiful freckled torso, to the fine hair on his arms bleached by the sun, to the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled at her.
"God, he's so beautiful, isn't he?", Thomas remarked.
"Glorious", she sighed, comfortably stretching herself out underneath the covers and basking in the memory.
"And very attentive, too. He undressed me in such a reverent way and just kept on gently kissing and caressing me", she said and lightly brushed her right hand over her breasts. She could feel her nipples hardening through the fabric of her night-gown.
"Until I got impatient and pushed him down on the bed."
"What did you do to him?", Thomas asked while lazily stroking himself with his left hand.
"I climbed on top of him and rode him. Grinded down on his cock", she replied while mimicking the action with her fingers. His pubic bone and the dark red, curly hair there had felt so great rubbing against her clitoris.
"Did he like it?"
"Oh yes, he made the most delightful sounds."
Thomas sighed longingly and started stroking with more purpose.
"And then he flipped us over and started with this slow, deep rhythm. He quickly found an angle that was just perfect and he just kept at it", she said, her breath coming faster now.
"I grabbed onto his butt - "
"Nice butt?"
"Oh yes, wonderful butt, nice and round and so firm!", she elaborated.
"It was just so good, he had me coming undone in no time", she gasped while she could feel her inner muscles rhythmically contracting around her fingers.
"And then he just stopped and grinned down on me all smug and pleased with himself", she continued when she had caught her breath a bit. Thomas chuckled and squeezed her hand, his other hand caressing his balls.
"There I was all mussed up and he had barely broken a sweat."
"And then?"
"Then he got me to kneel and got behind me and continued with a faster rhythm. His fingers dug into my hips and his balls were slapping against me."
"Mhhmmm", Thomas hummed with closed eyes, firmly stroking his cock.
"He leaned forward and I could feel his breath coming fast on the back of my neck."
There was just a quiet moan from Thomas, so Miranda went on:
"Then he kissed my nape and pushed me down, so I was lying on my stomach and I had his weight on top of me."
She let go of his hand and flipped herself over onto her stomach, her face turned to watch Thomas whose eyebrows were drawing together as he was getting closer to his release. Her right hand was still slightly moist when she grabbed onto his hand again and her left hand quickly found its way between her legs.
"He felt so great inside of me", she said while trying to replicate the sensation with her fingers. It just wasn't the same but it would do.
"God!", Thomas breathed, working frantically on his cock, briefly letting go of her hand to reach for a piece of cloth.
"I pushed up against him and quite soon he got me off again", she recalled while lifting her hips up in a similar fashion. Her fingers reached deeper inside, finally finding the right spot and a moan escaped her.
"And then he pushed really deep inside me and I could feel him pulsating."
Thomas grabbed her hand harder when he came with a barely suppressed groan, using the cloth to avoid staining the bedding. Not long after, another orgasm washed over her and she squeezed her eyes shut while she rode out the aftershocks.
When she opened them again, Thomas had cleaned himself up and turned over to face her. In the dim light of their bedroom she could just make out his fond smile as he leant over to chastely kiss her on the mouth.
"Come here", he said, opening his arms and she followed the invitation, settling in his embrace and feeling his chest rising and falling at her back. He tightened his arms and planted a kiss on her neck just underneath her ear.
"My wife", he whispered into her hair.
"My husband", she replied fondly.
"When you sleep with him, you have to tell me all about it", she teased.
"If", he sighed wistfully.