Mira's Mistake Ch. 01 Redux

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]

I want to thank everyone for their feedback on the first two chapters of my story. Good, bad, and indifferent, I've read it all and I appreciate everyone who took the time to give me the feedback. I've taken those suggestions to heart, and this is the result. And hopefully it's a good first step toward filling in some gaps that shouldn't have been there and getting the story back on track to what I wanted it to be when I started.

Honestly, this is the version of Chapter 01 I should have put out from the beginning, and I'm much happier with it. I'm planning to redux Chapter 02 as well, but there's a lot more work to do there and it'll take me a little longer to overhaul it so I can move on to Chapter 03.

Thank you again for the support, and I hope you enjoy the story. Happy reading : D

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Part of me still can't believe I'm doing this. Even when my husband and I were fresh out of college with massive student loan debts and a studio apartment that cost more than our car, I never would have considered doing something this crazy.

And if a brand new nurse at a busy public hospital. With a junior paralegal husband killing himself at a dead-end firm. Wouldn't do this. Why am I doing it now?

What about my life is so different that I'd stoop to this level for money as a married woman in her 40s when I wouldn't have even considered it as a broke newlywed in my 20s?

The answer is everything.

My husband John and I aren't kids anymore. There's nothing glamorous about working seventy-hour weeks and never seeing each other. And we're well past the age where living off ramen and hot pockets is doable.

We're professionals with careers, a mortgage, and a daughter who's coming home to stay with us with her husband while they wait for the birth of our first grandchild.

We have responsibilities. And those responsibilities cost money that we don't have.

And with the bills piling up and our daughter getting ready to move back in, I have to do something so John doesn't work himself to death. And this is the only option I have.

"You look good, Mira," my friend Brittany says, her dark blue eyes fixed on me as she tosses her black braid over her shoulder and turns me to get a better look. "I told you the bikini was a better choice than that boring old one-piece you wanted to wear," she smiles, her full, pouty lips pulling back to show her perfect white teeth. "And it goes so much better with mine."

She smiles as she drops her robe on the ground and shows off the dark red bikini that perfectly complements her lightly tanned skin and black hair the same way my black one does my pale skin and dark red hair. "Black and red are the perfect color combo."

"You were right," I whisper shyly, my eyes glued to her perfect body for a few seconds before drifting down to my own as a self-conscious shudder slithers through me. "But I'm still not sure about this."

"Having second thoughts?" she asks casually, her attention split between her boyfriend and me as he finishes setting up the camera and checking the lights before turning on the hot tub.

"A few," I admit sheepishly, my nerves getting the better of me as I run my fingers through my short red hair and look down at my body. "I just don't know what I'm doing here. Taking pictures was one thing. But this..."

She chuckles, her eyes smoldering, her lips pulled back in a grin that's nothing short of predatory as she reaches out and takes my hand in hers. "It's okay to be nervous, Mira," she coos. "This is a big step up from the tasteful pics I've helped you post." She turns to look at her boyfriend, and I could almost swear she flexes her ass at me when she does.

"But remember why you're here." She smiles sympathetically. "You need the money. And you'll make it faster this way than you ever would just selling pics."

"I know," I whisper as I chew my bottom lip nervously, my eyes darting between her and the hot tub we're doing the show in. "But what if..."

"Relax, Mira. It's gonna be okay," she laughs softly. "It's no big deal. It's just you, me, and Tyler goofing off in the tub while a bunch of my fans tip the shit out of us to have fun. You're gonna clean house."

"I still don't know," I sigh as she reaches up and adjusts my top, pulling it down a little as my soft, full breasts strain against the fabric.

"Well, I do. And trust me. Losers like this can't get enough of nurses, milf's, or married women. The fact that you're all three is just a bonus," she laughs.

"But what if John..."

"John's not gonna find out unless you tell him." She rolls her eyes, and it's not the first time I've noticed how blind and stupid she thinks my husband is. "And you're not gonna tell him. Are you?"

That was the question I'd been struggling with for months. Ever since I let Brit talk me into selling pics on her OnlyFans for extra money, I've felt like I should tell John the truth. He deserves to know what I'm doing and where the money is coming from.

But I haven't been able to bring myself to tell him. So I've lied.

I told him the hospital was short staffed so they doubled the overtime and extra-shift differentials, and he was so excited that we could pay off the new tires we just put on my car that he didn't ask any questions.

Brit nearly fell off her chair laughing when I told her, before asking if I was ready to try this now that my husband knew about the money and wasn't suspicious.

And, like an idiot, I said yes.

"I'm not gonna tell him," I whisper.

"Of course you're not," she laughs. "So just take a deep breath and relax," she smiles as she adjusts her own top to show off her slightly smaller but still impressive breasts. "This is gonna be fun."

"We're live in two minutes, girls," Tyler says, his voice snapping me back to reality as his eyes dance between my tits and Brit's. "Are you ready?"

I take a deep breath to settle myself before nodding and slowly making my way over to the hot tub with Brit.

"Of course we are, baby," Brit coos as she reaches up to brush a strand of hair out of my face. "Right, Mira?"

I nod as she hops up on the edge of the tub, her lips pulling back into a radiant smile as she motions for me to join her while Tyler gives the setup one last look before hopping over the edge and into the steaming water.

A few seconds later--just as I've got myself arranged on the edge of the tub--the little light on top of the camera flashes from red to green, and we're live.

Here goes everything.

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"Hey, everyone, and welcome to Hot Tub Happy Hour. That special time when all my favorite Patreon and OnlyFans subscribers get to spend some time with me, and a few friends, having fun in the tub.

"I'm Brit, your big tit bubble butt bitch. And with me today is my boyfriend, Tyler." She looks over her shoulder and blows him a kiss as he waves to the camera. "And my best friend and coworker, Mira, who some of you might recognize from the sex pic sets I've been selling for the last few months." She smiles at me. "Say hi, Mira."

I mouth a silent hi and wave to the camera as a deep red blush creeps up my neck and across my freckled cheeks.

"Mira is a little nervous, so I expect all of you to be on your best behavior tonight," Brit laughs. "We don't want to scare her away. Do we?"

"You don't have to worry about that," I say meekly, my face burning with embarrassment as it slowly turns an even darker shade of red than my hair. "If I can handle stab wounds and compound fractures, I can handle a little rowdy behavior from the chat," I say, the lie slipping out before I can stop it and sounding a lot more confident and playful than I feel.

"That's the spirit, Mira," she laughs as she shoots a glance over her shoulder at Tyler before turning back to the camera.

"So, since this is your first time with us here in the tub, I figured we'd take things slow and do a little Q&A with the chat while we have a drink or two to loosen up." She smiles at me. "Does that sound okay?"

This was it, the real point of no return. If I say no, I can get out of here before I do something stupid, and John will never have to know.

But I'll miss out on the money we need to catch up on our bills and finish putting the nursery together before our daughter comes home if I do. And I can't afford to do that.

"Sounds like fun," I say, a small smile that I don't really feel plastered on my face as I turn around and slide into the water with Brit while Tyler heads over to the bar to grab our drinks. "Just go easy on me, okay?" I say, forcing a laugh. "I don't drink very often. And when I do, I tend to get a little wild."

"I'm sure our fans would love to see that," she laughs as she slips under the water and pops back up with a splash. "But don't worry. We're here to have fun, and you can do that without getting fucked up on tequila."

She looks over at Tyler. "Baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you grab Mira a daiquiri, please?"

"Watermelon or strawberry?"

"Strawberry," I mumble as I look over at the chat screen and watch it light up with names. How many people do they have at these?

"Here you go." He smiles as he sets the little table with the drinks on it in front of the tub and hands me mine before jumping in.

"Thank you." I smile as I take a sip.

"Alright, now that we've got our ice breaking supplies, and Tyler is finally in the tub, we can get started," Brit laughs. "Mira. Your first 'get to know you' question is from BigDaddyD. And he wants to know..."

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The first few questions are pretty easy. Where are you from? How do you know Brit? How long have we worked together? And what made you want to be a nurse are questions I was ready to answer. Because I answer them all the time at work.

But things got a little complicated when they asked why I started doing OnlyFans with Brit.

Apparently, 'we need the money,' isn't a good enough answer for Brit's chat. And they refuse to drop it no matter how hard Brit and I try to change the subject.

They want a real answer, and I'm gonna have to give it to them.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to, Mira," Brit says softly. "This is supposed to be fun and sexy, not awkward."

"It's okay," I sigh. "I just... I really don't know how to explain this without killing the mood.

"There's nothing fun or sexy about financial issues." I pause and take a breath.

"But, if you really want to know..."

The chat screen lights up with emojis and text bubbles all saying the same thing. And my stomach drops when I see it.

Fuck.

"It looks like we have a consensus," Brit laughs nervously. "But it's still up to you, Mira.

"You can share as much or as little as you feel comfortable sharing, and you can stop whenever you want. Okay?"

"Okay." I nod and take a deep breath.

"The short answer really is that we need the money. But I don't mean that in the way you might think." I swallow.

"My husband and I are well off. I'm a nurse, he's a paralegal, and we make good money. We're not one missed check away from being on the streets. We have 'rich people' money problems." I sigh.

"Back in early 2020, our daughter got accepted into Stetson University. It's the same school her dad and I went to, and she'd been dreaming of going there too since she was like five.

"The problem is Stetson University is stupidly expensive. And even with her scholarships and grants, she still needed to come up with about $150k just to cover her tuition. Nevermind food, a car, and a place to stay.

"Her dad and I were still paying on our student loans at the time, and we knew what kind of pressure that would put on her when she graduated. We didn't want her to start out her life in six figures of debt. So we decided to cover it for her.

"We got a cash-out refinance and used it to cover her school, buy her a car, pay off our student loan debt, and take care of a couple of little things. Our new mortgage was only about $230 bucks a month more than what we'd been paying for everything before, and we still had enough money to cover our daughter's food and the rent on her off campus apartment while she looked for a job without dipping into our savings.

"Everything was fine. It was tight, but we can handle it. And then the pandemic hit."

I sigh as I grab my drink and take a sip.

"My husband took a voluntary furlough at the beginning expecting it to be short, and he was off without pay for over two months before his firm moved everyone onto a one week on, three week off rotation with unemployment covering the other three weeks. But he was still only making a fraction of what we needed.

"At the same time, our daughter couldn't find a job at all, and we had to find a way to support her and pay the rent on her apartment while still paying all of our bills on just my paycheck.

"We had to dip into our savings. And when that dried up, we had to use our credit cards and rotate what we paid until things started getting better and my husband got back to work full time.

"But by then the damage had been done. We were in a hole, and the post pandemic economy made it impossible for us to get out of it. And it got even worse when our daughter moved in with her boyfriend and they got a place where her half of the rent was more expensive than what she'd been paying for her own apartment.

"By that point she was working, but between school and spending time with him, she wasn't making a lot. And most of it went to having fun.

"We should have put our foot down, but we didn't. We let it keep going, and the hole got even deeper. Then she got pregnant and they decided to get married right after they graduated. Now we're trying to help cover medical costs and fix up her old apartment in the basement so they can move in with us after they have the baby, and it's taking its toll.

"Again, we're not in danger of losing anything. But we're right up against the line and we don't have any wiggle room. So, naturally, things keep going wrong.

"I needed new tires. The water heater shit the bed. The central air and furnace needs to be fixed. My husband needed new tiers. It's just one little thing after another and we can't get back ahead.

"That's when Brit told me about her OnlyFans and offered me the chance to do some little things to make some money on the side to help out so my husband can stop working sixty hour weeks and I don't have to pick up every overtime shift I can. And I took it."

That was harder than I thought it'd be. But at least it's done and we can move on now. I need to have some fun after that.

"But that's enough about me and my problems," I mumble as I gulp down the rest of my daiquiri and set the cup on the edge of the tub. "We're here to have fun, aren't we?" I laugh nervously as I turn my head toward Tyler. "Can I have a shot, please?"

"You sure?" He asks.

I hesitate for a second before nodding. "Absolutely."

He looks at Brit and shrugs as she smiles.

"Alright. If you're sure," he laughs as he pulls the table over and fills up three glasses. "Just pace yourself, this shit is strong." He shakes his head and slides one across the edge of the tub to Brit before setting on in front of me. "Bottoms up!!"

I fake a smile and throw the shot back. The tequila burns down my throat, and it takes everything I have not to gag.

"See, I told you I could handle it," I choke out as Brit grabs my glass and hands it to Tyler so he can refill it. "So, what's next?"

"Now we get to the fun stuff," she smiles.

"Good," I cough.

"KurtDog420 wants to know what your favorite part of shooting content with me is? And GirthMaster69 wants to know how big the biggest cock you've ever taken is?

"Which one do you want to tackle first?"

"Oh, God," I giggle nervously as Tyler hands me my glass. "The content question. I'm gonna need a lot more of these before I can handle the cock question..."

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My eyes roll back in my head as I gag; a viscous mix of drool and sticky precum drips down my chin onto my heaving tits as Tyler wraps his hands through what little of my hair he can grab and forces another two inches of cock down my throat.

My bikini is long gone, tossed aside with my self-control after half an hour of shots and flirting with Tyler and the chat had loosened me up enough that I didn't think twice about getting naked and playing with Tyler's cock after Brit and the chat dared me to.

Brit's naked too, her toned, sun-kissed body on full display as she sits on the edge of the tub and uses her fingers to tease herself while Tyler fucks my face.

"That's it, baby. Choke the cheating bitch!" she purrs, her face lighting up with glee as his balls slap against my chin and I let out an inhuman sound that's somewhere between a desperate gag and a wanton little moan of ecstasy. "Make her earn that money."

My god, am I earning it. Tyler's huge, and he isn't taking it easy on me.

The first few inches were the hardest--I'd been tipsy and thought he and Brit were joking when he followed me out of the tub, forced me down on my knees, and slapped my lips with his cock. And I'd still thought they were when I made a show of blowing him a kiss before opening my mouth as wide as I could and winking at the camera.

Then he cupped my chin, called me a good girl, and slipped the head and the first few vein-covered inches of his perfect cock into my mouth.

I remember thinking 'why am I letting him do this, I hate sucking cock.'' And then, 'my god, he's really doing it,' before he put his hands on the back of my head and thrust forward, burying a few inches in my throat and causing my pussy to liquify and my mind to shatter. Everything after that is a blur.

I get the occasional flash of something as small parts of my mind click back into place at odd, skewed angles from where they fit before; A command from Tyler to relax my throat here; a laugh from Brit about how much of a slut I am there. But nothing solid.

All I know for sure is Tyler is fucking the shit out of my throat right now, and I don't think I would stop him even if I could.

God, I hope John never finds out.

"I bet you didn't know earning money could feel this good. Did you, bitch?" Brit laughs as she hops off the edge of the tub and circles us like a predator sizing up its prey. "You're gonna make so much off this video you'll never have to play with us again," she laughs.

"But you will." She smiles. "And when you do. It won't be because you need money. It'll be because you're our dirty little bitch and you can't get enough of it or us," she laughs as she pushes my head down on his cock until I gag.

My god, I've never seen this side of her before. And it turns me on so fucking much. I don't even care that it feels like she tricked me into doing this by getting me drunk.

I just don't want it to stop.

What the hell is wrong with me?

"Are you gonna cum again, Mira?" she laughs, her eyes locked on mine as I moan like a bitch in heat while my orgasm washes over me and I squirt all over their hardwood deck.

"That's it, baby. Fuck the dumb bitch," Brit laughs, the sound low and throaty as my pussy continues to leak down my thighs and pool on the ground below me." Show her what happens when a naive little slut comes to play with us in the tub."

I don't know what she means by that. And at this point, I didn't care. My body feels like it's on fire, and every time the head of Tyler's cock hits the back of my throat, I squirt until I see stars.

That's my whole world right now. And fuck, it feels good.

It feels so good that I can't help myself as I reach around, grab Tyler's ass, dig my fingers into the muscular flesh, open my mouth as wide as I can, and let him fuck the shit out of my mouth while tears stream down my face to mix with the snot, precum, and drool covering my tits.

I'm in heaven. And the only thing I can think about besides the mind-numbing pleasure and magnificent cock that's giving it to me is whether or not John can do it with his little dick?

"Fuck, I'm close," Tyler grunts as he pushes my head down and holds me there with his cock buried in my throat. "Do you want me to nut down her throat? Or should I treat her like a real slut and cover her face instead?"

"As much as I'd enjoy watching her struggle to swallow your load," Brit laughs. "Our fans do enjoy a good facial. And it has more long-term value than a quick load down the throat does."

"So, face?" he laughs.

"And tits. We can't forget those," Brit laughs. "And make sure we can see her wedding band and it gets a generous helping of cream."

"Her ring? Why?"

"Because I want to make sure that she knows who and what she is now.

"She's our bitch. John might own her heart, but we own everything else. And what we want always comes first."

The way she says that, with such disdain for my husband and certainty that it's true, makes me sick to my stomach. But it passes quickly as Tyler pushes my head back and his cock pops free with a torrent of sticky precum and throat slop.

"I fucking love you."

"I know you do, baby." She looks down at me.

"Open your mouth, bitch," she snarls. "It's time for your reward."

I do what she says; I'm too drunk and horny to do anything else.

"Awwwww," I moan, the dark green eyes my husband loves glassing over with lust as I place my hands on top of my drool and precum-covered tits--my wedding band on full display--stick out my tongue, and wait for my reward.

"Another bitch successfully broken," Brit laughs as she walks up beside Tyler and smiles. "Give her what she wants," she coos as she reaches down to tickle his balls. "Drown her, baby," she sneers as the first spurt of Tyler's cum explodes out and coats my neck and chin.

The next one lands in my mouth.

The two after that on my hands and tits.

And by the time he finishes--nearly a minute later--I'm covered in his cum.

It's everywhere. It's in my eyes, my hair, my mouth, and all over my face, tits, and hands. It's so thick in some places that it's running.

I'm a mess, and it feels so good that all I can do is moan like the slut I am as it drips everywhere and I go hurdling over the edge into yet another mind-blowing orgasm.

"Look at her squirt," Brit laughs, the sound light and bubbly as she pulls the camera off the stand, zooms in on the puddle I made on the floor, and pans up to show everyone the mess Tyler made on me. "Damn, Mira, you're an even bigger slut than I thought."

"Thank you," I mumble, the copious amount of cum in my mouth garbling my words as I kneel there and bask in the afterglow.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, bitch," she snaps. "Swallow it and thank us properly."

I shudder as the cum slithers down my throat into my belly before reaching up to scoop some of it off my eyes and lips.

"Thank you, Brit. Thank you, Tyler," I coo like a brain-dead slut as I lick my lips and fingers clean.

"Make sure to thank the fans too." Brit smiles as she places the camera back on the stand. "And make sure to read what I wrote on the board for you."

An involuntary shudder rips through me when I see what she wrote. But I quickly tamp it down and smile at the camera.

"Thanks for joining us for tonight's stream," I giggle. "My name is Mira, and I'm Brit and Tyler's newest bitch." I blow a kiss to the camera. "If you want to see them use me again, make sure you subscribe and keep an eye out for the next stream link."

I shudder as I finish, my eyes rolling back in my head as I reach down and tease my pussy while Brit and Tyler move to stand over me.

"Good girl," Brit laughs as she uses a remote to turn off the camera. "Did you have fun?"

I nod.

"I thought you would," she laughs as Tyler slaps my cheek with his cock. "I'll give you your share of the money in cash as soon as it clears. And I'll make sure to let you know when Tyler and I want to play with our new bitch again." She smiles as she leans down and kisses me. "Now, go clean yourself up. We don't want to be late for dinner.

"The show ran long. And we don't want poor Johnny to worry. Do we?"