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Tuesday 29th / Wednesday 30th May 2018, just after midnight

Having finished his mind games with Jill, leaving me nervous and unsure of their real significance, Freddy was ably assisted by Josh as the two of them started on making good on their promise to fuck Jill from here to kingdom come. To fuck her until she begged for mercy, her body exhausted from the sex and orgasms, her pussy sore and demanding rest before accepting any more black cock.

It was nearing four a.m. when Freddy had stopped all the talking. All the mind games sowed his last seed in Jill’s mind about how they saw her future as their new sex toy. Happy now to stop talking, as he and Josh showed true teamwork as they sexed Jill as she’d rarely ever experienced before.

Aside from the previous night, she’d only ever been with two men on two separate occasions. The first time with Rocco and Chris, and then the second time with the same two during the Union road trip.

But these two were younger and fitter than Chris and Rocco. Both in their early thirties and incredibly fit from their day-jobs teaching Phys. Ed. and coaching in High School, they were also sexually very imaginative.

Jill was still sat perched side-saddle on the edge of her own dressing table, Freddy’s big cock deep in her pussy. The nervous look on Jill’s face, even as she enjoyed the sensations of his big cock sawing in and out, told me that like me she was wondering how much of Freddy’s trash talking about what he planned for her was BS and how much was for real.

Freddy was done talking, content to smile knowingly at my wife, re-doubling his tight grip on her hips as he started building up speed. The deep strokes of his cock still smooth and well-timed, but each new thrust seeming to be a little faster and more forceful, going a tiny bit deeper into my willing wife’s body.

The vigorous fucking Jill was now receiving seemed to wipe the nervous look off her face, as she stared into Freddy’s dark face, biting her lip and sucking in air as best she could. Freddy was standing at the end of the dressing table, the height seemingly perfect to give him access to Jill’s pussy. As he held Jill’s hips, his hips moved back and forth with a regular and ever faster beat.

Jill was sitting up on the table, alternating between looking at Freddy and looking down between her legs, as if she couldn’t believe the sight she saw there. A big, fat black man’s cock pistoning in and out of her married white pussy. Each thrust of Freddy’s metronome hips made Jill’s lovely big tits jump up and off her chest, moved towards her head by the force of Freddy’s hips hitting her ass.

His hands now holding Jill’s shoulders and pushing her back towards him, he’d also now got Jill’s legs up and over his shoulders, creating an incredibly sexy picture for the camera. The contrast in their skin colors was stark, a perfect picture of taboo sexuality. My sexy mature wife getting a thorough railing from the dark stranger. Moaning and sighing, loving every moment of it as Freddy drove her wild with his love-making.

Having been the first to enjoy Jill, Josh had been satisfied to just sit in the armchair and watch. But as the sight of Freddy’s black body fucking Jill’s lovely body rekindled his own desire, he got up and walked over to the dressing table, turning Jill’s head to the side and giving her a deep kiss.

Freddy was giving her such a thorough work out that I’m honestly not sure how much she was aware of the kiss. But instinctively she opened her lips and let Freddy’s friend thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, no doubt the way Josh’s hand slowly caressed her exposed throat before it settled in her hair.

As Josh continued to kiss my wife and play with her hair, he reached down and pulled out the little stool hidden under the middle of the table. How many times had I watched Jill sit on that little stool as she finished off her lipstick or hooked the back of a bra and adjusted herself within the cups? But now the stool was to be used for a totally different purpose as Josh positioned it and then stood on it.

A moment of testing that it would bear his weight, he then returned his attentions to my lovely wife. Stroking himself a couple of times for maximum hardness, his other hand went back into Jill’s long brown hair and gently pulled her head forward, at the same time as he pushed his hips towards her.

Both of them knew what he wanted, and Jill’s mouth opened wide as Josh pushed as much of his fat cock into Jill’s mouth as she could accommodate in this position. The lips which he’d been kissing only seconds earlier were now stretched taut around a fat black cock. Josh pushed until we all heard Jill’s gag reflex kick-in, a sound that was clear to me even through the less than perfect sound system of the little phone. This sound warned him to pull back and smile affectionately at Jill as he started a steady and careful in and out motion.

Of course, by now I was playing with myself as I watched our two black neighbors having their way with Jill. It was an incredibly intense and erotic sight. Unlike with Chris, there were no feelings or emotions in this set-up. It was pure, unadulterated sex. Two horny black guys in their thirties wanting to fuck their big cocks in and out of an available and very willing female. The most natural thing on earth.

Things only lasted in this position for a short while because although Freddy was happy with his access to Jill’s body, Josh soon became frustrated that he could only get two or three inches of his cock into Jill’s mouth.

“This ain’t no good, F-man. She’s hardly even getting me wet, man,” he told his buddy with an exasperated tone, pulling out and addressing Jill. “Come on, honey. Daddy needs more of your mouth than this.”

As I later found out, over their many years of friendship Josh and Freddy had double-teamed many a girl, going all the way back to their college years where the three of them had become friends. Seemingly from all these times before, Freddy knew what Josh had in mind and so without anything else needing to be said he also pulled out and gently stepped back and lowered Jill’s legs to the horizontal and then helped her gingerly regain a standing position.

When she looked steady enough on her feet, Freddy kissed her gently and with a comforting smile lead her by the hand to our king-sized bed. Jill crawled onto the bed in the normal way, head at the top where she could make herself available again. But before she got too far Freddy stopped her and taking hold of a leg and a shoulder quickly repositioned her the opposite way round.

Jill’s feet were now up next to the headboard, her ass in the middle of a pillow and her head was resting on the duvet at the foot of the bed. As Freddy climbed onto the bed and moved between Jill’s thighs, Josh moved to the end of the bed and reached underneath Jill’s shoulders to pull her towards him. Until her head and shoulders were no longer resting on the duvet, they were hanging down over the edge of the bed, her head now upside down in a position where the world now looked upside down to her.

As he rubbed his glans up and down Jill’s love lips she moaned, but his attention seemed more focused on his buddy as it was Josh, not Jill he addressed. “You always did like the Melbourne two-step, didn’t you? Ever since our senior year and that pretty little Australian girl showed you it.”

Josh didn’t reply, he just grinned, held Jill’s face between his large dark hands and pushed his fat cockhead against her lips just as he’d done a few minutes ago. Only this time, with Jill’s head hanging upside down over the edge of the bed, instead of only being able to get two or three inches of his thick cock into Jill’s mouth, he was able to get more than half of his cock into my wife’s mouth before he had to stop.

I say ‘her mouth’, but of course much of his cock was no longer in her mouth, the beauty of this position for Josh was that he could get his cock all the way into Jill’s throat.

Both of the guys were smart and experienced enough to give Jill some time to adjust to the cock so deep in her mouth and throat. Josh just held still as Jill’s breathing settled down from stressed and panicky to a more regular and normal pattern, as she learned to breathe around the large appendage part blocking her normal airways. For his part Freddy just played with her sensitive nipples and continued to rub himself up and down, teasing Jill’s clit to make sure she stayed on the boil.

When he judged Jill’s breathing had settled down enough, Josh started slowly pulling his big cock out a couple of inches, before slowly easing it back into Jill’s throat. He repeated this simple throat training maneuver over and over, each time pulling back a little more, each time a little faster than the last, all the time making sure that Jill’s breathing and reaction were okay.

After a couple of minutes of these faster and deeper strokes, he came to a stop. “You okay with this, Jill, honey?” he asked.

Her head upside down and impaled on a large black cock in her mouth and throat, the best she could do was make the slightest of nodding gestures. And a semi-discernible ‘gggnn, gggnn’ sound, maybe a ‘yes’ or maybe a ‘no’. But either way, hardly any different from the sound she made every time Josh’s fat cock made its inward stroke into her throat.

Josh told Jill he was going to continue, and the tiniest of nods suggested the sound had been a garbled ‘yes’. The sound starting up again as Josh’s ass and hips started working their magic, along with his cock doing a fair impression of a black steam piston as he smoothly started fucking Jill’s throat once again.

This was also the signal for Freddy to cease the teasing up and down Jill’s love lips and to drive his long thick cock all the way back into Jill’s pussy. The sound Jill made in response left no room for misunderstanding. It was the same sound a mare makes when the stallion is brought out to service the mare. The same sound the mare makes when the stallion slips deep inside and starts giving her what she wants.

Looking at the bedside clock in my L.A. hotel room I did the math. If it was one-thirty a.m. for me, it was four-thirty a.m. for the three sex addicts back in Miami. Lucky for them Riley was calling Josh and Freddy in sick, and given this freedom, I wondered how long into the night the sex games would go on for before they finally had to give in to the need for sleep.

I wasn’t to find out the answer to that question that night, because when my own clock showed two a.m. I gave up and went to bed, knowing I had to get up in four hours and marshal my team for a long day of working to put things right on the fucked-up project.

By that time I’d watched another hour of the sex marathon between Jill and the two new men in her life, she’d received two fresh loads of their jizz deep into her body. I’d been treated to watching both of the guys fucking her face, Jill getting more proficient in deep-throating their big cocks the more they let her practice, although she needed to rest a few times to stop her being too dizzy from all the blood rushing to her upside-down head.

But the kinkiest thing that made the deepest impression on me was when during one of the ‘swap-over’ moments as the guys switched places, Jill interrupted their plans to get what she had in mind. Whispering into Freddy’s ear something that she must have been too embarrassed to say out loud.

Even though I couldn’t hear what she said, the way Freddie was grinning immediately had me inquisitive. I didn’t have long to wait before I found out the request that Jill had whispered to him, as he lay down the length of the bed with his tussled dreadlocks by the headboard.

As he grasped the root of his engorged and very shiny cock and held it straight up, Jill squatted above him and facing away from him proceeded to slowly lower her already stretched pussy down onto his thick meat. Once she’d reached the bottom and taken all of him, she slowly moved her legs out so that her top half lay flat on Freddy’s muscular chest.

Freddy’s hands instantly came up to cup Jill’s beautiful tits, and as he thumbed her nipples Josh seemed to instinctively know what was needed of him. Moving on his knees, he shuffled his way up the bed and placed his swollen manhood right next to that of his friend. One fat cock already deep in Jill and stretching her open, a second cock poised and ready to join its friend. Jill had done this double-vaginal penetration once before with Chris and Rocco, but seeing the way she was so keen to repeat it again so early in her new relationship with these guys left me feeling shocked.

For the first time this evening I was feeling nervous and worried. It was totally clear to me that there was nowhere near the same emotional attachment I’d seen with Chris. This wasn’t something I had to worry about.

Instead, my intuition and sixth sense were telling me that there was something else here I needed to worry about. A sexual chemistry and deep-rooted lust, a side of Jill that these two young black guys were able to unlock. I thought back to comments Jill had made about making up for lost time and missed opportunities at college. About how she’d never really loved the riotous, experimental life that some of her friends had. And I wondered whether what had happened the last two evenings was Jill starting to spread her wings sexually, and whether this was something I needed to embrace, enjoy or be afraid of. Wondering how much of the loving wife and mother might be left if things carried on accelerating at this pace.

My soul-searching was brought to a screeching halt by the mixed moan and expletives from Jill. “Oh fuck, you’re splitting me in two boys. You’re stretching me too much, I’m not sure I can cope with both of you at the same time.”

Josh had now worked about half of his big cock into Jill, his fat shaft slowly sliding inch-by-inch into her snug pussy, stretching her so much as Freddy’s big cock was already balls deep in Jill. I could only wonder at how Jill was feeling, at how the walls of her pussy must have been feeling as they were stretched behind what the female anatomy is designed for. One woman, one man – not two men is the basic truth, but the guys were determined to teach Jill how it felt to be speared on two fat black cocks. Freddy just staying still, happy to play with Jill’s full and shapely tits as Josh continued to push further and further in. Until finally his hips were snug next to Jill’s and they’d fully stuffed Jill with two over-sized cocks.

Jill’s face was screwed up, her lips open as she sucked in air and allowed herself time to adjust to accommodating two male members in her pussy at one time. The moment seemed to last forever as the boys held still, letting Jill’s breathing slowly return to normal, the tension etched in the crow’s feet on her face slowly fading. Her eyes finally opening, signifying she was back on planet earth.

“Shit, boys. I’d forgotten what it feels like. It feels like I’m totally full of cock. The walls of my pussy are on fire, every nerve ending alive and sending millions of messages to my brain. It feels great,” she told them with a faint smile. “But please be careful, will you. Both of you are so big, I don’t want to end up in hospital with a torn pussy. Can you imagine how embarrassing that would be? Having to explain to the nurse how it happened.”

“Sure, honey,” was the only reply as they were interested in actions than words. Having only just got all the way in, Josh reversed out slowly before pushing back into Jill’s body once again. Jill screwing her eyes shut for a moment as she bit her lip in response to her renewed stretching, something she repeated each time that Josh pushed himself back in, giving Jill the full benefit of a second big cock in her pussy.

Freddy just lay there static, cupping Jill’s boobs and pulling and tweaking at her nipples, smiling as he won extra sounds of pleasure from my wife. By now a very happy woman, getting the shared attention of two handsome and virile guys ten plus years’ her junior.

Looking at the smooth way Josh and Freddy worked my wife in this way, I knew they had done this plenty of times before. This thought causing me to wonder about the future as well as the past, about how many times they might repeat this with Jill in the coming days and months.

Freddy’s big cock was soon glistening again from the sheen of Jill’s pussy juices. His ass was moving back and forward with a smooth motion, each stroke driving what looked like eight or nine inches of thick black meat into Jill’s pussy. Each time meeting up with his buddies equally big cock, already lodged snug and deep in my wife’s most intimate place.

By now Jill was making a hell of a noise, wailing and moaning, making noises I’d not even heard through the many months of her affair with Chris. Her chest was blotchy and flushed, something I’d not seen in all our years of making love.

Her words came between gasps, barely intelligible, only a few words understandable. “Oh fuck, you’re killing me guys… so full… so full… never felt like this before… so stretched… love it so much …”

Jill was building up and up under this intense double penetration of her pussy, the movement of her limbs and body more jerky and exciting with each passing minute, until finally, she cried out as if someone has shot her, her limbs jerking and spasming as she clung to Freddy for dear life. She was shrieking and sobbing and moving like I’d never seen before, her body looking like someone had just shot an electric charge through her, as for the first time ever I saw her pussy squirt from the intensity of her cum.

Even traveling three thousand miles onto my small screen, the sights and sounds had left me in shock. I’d never seen Jill cum like this before. Not with Daryl, nor Chris and not even with Chris and Rocco on the two nights they’d double-teamed Jill.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the pin-sharp image of Jill as the spasms and sobs slowly reduced, nor from the dark stain on the duvet from where she’d squirted. Not only had she never cum like this before, to the best of my knowledge she’d never squirted her love juices like this before.

As Jill still slowly calmed down, I saw Freddy and Josh exchange a glance and a moment later Freddy’s dreadlocks were shaking again as his ass started working his big cock in and out of Jill all over again, but thankfully at a much slower pace than before.

Josh’s hands recommenced their squeezing of Jill’s big boobs, and with Freddy still doing most of the work his under-employed found other ways to engage my wife, as he started up his mind games again.

“Did you enjoy that, Jill? Was it the best ever?” the bald black teacher grinned and asked.

Jill smiled a weak but contented smile. “That was amazing. I’ve never cum like that before. Never. That’s the best sex I’ve ever had. Thanks, guys,” Her voice was soft and almost dreamlike as she told her two lovers what effect they’d had on her, that they’d fucked her better than anyone else ever had. Made her cum in a way she’d never experienced.

His ass still gently working Jill, Freddy lowered his head a little and gave Jill a surprisingly tender and gentle kiss. “There’s plenty more where that came from, Jill, honey.”

Jill stroked the side of his face and gave him a look as soft and tender as his kiss had been, her hand playing with his dreadlocks as she stroked his face.

“Umm … that sounds just what a girl wants to hear,” she smiled at the upper of her two lovers, unable to see Josh who was still underneath her, cock snug in her pussy, hands caressing and enjoying her boobs.

“Does that mean that Josh and me can fuck your sweet white pussy whenever we want to?”

Jill giggled. “I would think that can be arranged.”

“Even if Dave’s home?”

“You don’t have to worry about Dave. He loves watching me get fucked,” she reassured them, conveniently forgetting our recent attempts to move our marriage back on to a more conventional footing.

“Shame he’s not here now,” Freddy teased Jill. “I’m sure he’d love to watch what we’ve got planned for his sweet wife.”

Another giggle from Jill. “Why, what have you got planned for me?”

I didn’t have the energy to watch much more of the sex games that were being transmitted live from my marital bedroom back in Miami. After watching Jill climax and squirt like she’d never managed before, I watched maybe another thirty minutes or so as the guys continued to double-team her. And then I really did have to sleep, aware that I needed to be up in four hours for a very hard, stressful day trying to fix the cluster-fuck the project had degenerated into.

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Thursday 31st May 2018

I awoke feeling groggy and tired, my first thought being I wished I could pull the crisp hotel linen up over my head and spend the total day incommunicado under the bedsheets. In a warm, safe world without all the shit going on at work and may be able to ignore for twenty-four hours the new danger that might be growing back home.

I couldn’t deny I’d enjoyed watching Jill and her two new lovers last night. And for the most part, I’d watched free from the angst and worry that had become so common during her affair with Chris. But seeing the new heights the guys had taken her to, and the new sounds and responses that had assailed my brain, I’d have been a fool not to wonder if I’d not just swapped one type of danger for another, different type of danger.

The rational part of my brain asked whether this danger was only less worrying than the Chris danger because it was a virus just at the start of its gestation period. Whereas my recent memories of the situation with Chris that had nearly cost me my marriage were memories of a fully formed danger.

Looking at the clock, I realized I really didn’t have time for this type of introspection. It was six a.m. and I had a busy day ahead. As I threw myself into my customary fast and efficient shower routine, I was dressed and ready for breakfast at six-thirty on the dot, just in time for the opening of the hotel’s restaurant for breakfast.

I’ve always found a leisurely breakfast the best way of bridging the gap from the world of relaxing and refreshing sleep to the stressful world of work and every man and his dog wanting a piece of my time and my flesh until the day is done. Looking at my watch, I thought ‘hang it’. If I snatch a rushed ten-minute breakfast I can still meet the team at seven but also maybe have a quick call with Jill.

Feeling like a teenager about to ask out his first crush, I called up Jill’s number and called. Trying to protect my feelings by telling myself she most likely wouldn’t answer, but knowing in my heart how desperate I was to talk to her.

It was nine-thirty back in Miami, and I’d stopped watching their three-person love games just after five their time. So I was hoping beyond hope that she’d not be so deeply asleep that she’d not register my call. From the very first days we met twenty-plus years ago, she’s always been a light sleeper, especially when the kids were young and would wake up and demand mum or dad. But she’d received such a thorough fucking from Josh and Freddy that it wouldn’t have surprised me if she was sleeping the sleep of the dead, and would sleep right through my call. And that he even assumed the phone was powered up, which was another risk as it had been busy transmitting the video call which might well have drained the battery.

Once, twice, three times Jill’s phone rang.

No answer.

I felt like my heart was breaking. At that moment, I needed more than anything else in the world to reconnect with my wife. To hear Jill’s voice and see her smile. This sound and sight reassuring me of her love for me. That our relationship was still the mainstay and anchor point of her life – of our life together.

Finally, on the fourth ring, a very tired and woozy voice answered.

“Hi, honey,” she answered, my heart soaring upwards as a lovely warm feeling spread throughout my body.

I was so relieved that it was Jill’s voice I was hearing, her bleary-eyed face I was looking at. I’d only been gone a couple of days, but it had felt like an eternity because it seemed every time I’d called to speak to Jill someone else had picked up and then played a teasing game with me as I’d been denied the chance to speak to Jill. Instead, the line just left open so I was a forced observer in the seduction of my own wife.

I thanked my lucky stars that this time I was speaking to Jill herself.

“Hey, baby,” I answered before my mouth got ahead of my brain by several light-years. “You look like shit.”

The only, and I do mean only, good point was that my terribly clumsy words startled and shocked Jill a little further along the path of consciousness and waking up.

Luckily her mix of sleepiness and shock meant I could apologize before she could react.

“Sorry, honey. That came out all wrong. You know me and my foot in mouth syndrome,” playing back to her something she often teased me about. “What I meant to say is you look pretty tired and sleepy. What time did you and the boys finish up last night?”

What was wrong with me? I’d not planned to say this, to admit that I knew what had happened last night? But in my passable impression of a bashful teenager, my words were coming out all wrong.

If my first sentence had startled Jill and helped her waking up process, my second sentence completed the process like an intravenous shot of double espresso. And I wasn’t done yet, because my numbed brain continued to blurt out more than I’d ever intended, as I carried on talking as a wide-eyed and now very awake Jill was all ears.

“Sorry, honey. I guess they didn’t tell you. Your new friend Riley felt sorry for me, all alone in my lonely hotel room all the way over here in LA. So when you and the boys were ‘otherwise preoccupied’ she snuck in your phone and propped it up so I could watch the fun and games yesterday.”

What followed was a surreal conversation that only half reflected my feelings.

“Oh shit. You must hate me, honey,” a panicky and even more awake looking Jill asked.

“No, darling. I could never hate you,” I reassured her. “Besides which, you asked me and I gave you my permission to see Josh and Freddy until I come home.”

Jill still looked worried and disconsolate. “Yes, honey. But I seem to remember you saying something about ‘taking it slow’. I think last night can hardly be called ‘taking it slow’.”

Foot firmly back in mouth, I continued. “And what about today?”

“Shit, you heard about that?” my worried wife added.

“Yes, honey. I heard your good friend Riley offering to alibi you all and ring in telling everyone you’re all terribly unwell. Definitely not well enough to go to work,” I added, tongue in cheek, hoping adding humor would make Jill feel a little better.

She still looked half distraught and worried. “Are you mad at me, honey? If you are, you have to tell me.”

I took a deep breath, finally trying to get control of what I was thinking and saying.

“No, Jill, honey. I’m not mad at you. Mostly I enjoyed watching you and the guys last night. It was hot. And it didn’t frighten me like how things got with Chris in the end,” I reassured her.

But like wives the world over, Jill could sense my unsaid ‘but’ and the look in her face meant she didn’t have to say anything, I knew I needed to answer her unasked question.

“Like I said, I really enjoyed watching most of the time, but a small bit of me saw how you reacted, how you reacted stronger than I’ve ever seen you in the past, and a small part of me did start worrying where this might lead …”

Jill smiled and for the first time looked relaxed. “Oh, Dave darling. You do worry. I promise you there’s nothing there for you to worry about. What you saw last night was just sex. Raw, unadulterated, physical sex. A woman enjoying the excitement of two very capable new lovers, with all the excitement of a new toy and all the eroticism of a white woman exploring the taboo of sex with not one but two black guys.”

Jill looked into my eyes to gauge my reaction. “Honey, I’ll admit the sex with Josh and Freddy was pretty amazing. But I promise you that you have nothing to worry about.”

A part of my brain nearly said out loud ‘but you promised me before you’d never leave me for Chris, and look how that nearly ended’ but I was now in control enough to keep that thought to myself. Instead, I pursued a different line.

“Pretty amazing? Best you’ve ever had, would you say?” I asked, trying to smile and keep a light tone in my voice although a big part of me wanted to make a more serious point.

Jill giggled. “Did I say that last night? It sounds like something I might have said. Things did get pretty hot and heated last night.”

And then Jill’s smile weakened as she looked a little concerned. “Honey, you don’t mind, do you. If I said that? If I said any other stuff, you know, in the heat of the moment.”

I didn’t mean to, but I delayed giving my answer quite some moments. It wasn’t intentional, but I immediately saw the way my delay amped up the look of worry on Jill’s face. And it gave me a small sense of power that I enjoyed, feeling it had just for a moment redressed the balance.

Jill needed reassurance. “Honey, we used to play those word games with Chris. I thought you enjoyed them, liked hearing me say things like that to tease you. I thought you wouldn’t mind me saying things like that to the guys.”

The speech bubble in my head corrected Jill. ‘Yes, but with Chris, I was there. With Josh and Freddy, you had no idea I was listening or watching. You said those things to our black neighbors because you meant them.’ But I didn’t say it out loud.

What I said out loud was a different part of the truth. “I’m okay with it, honey. It’s all just part of the game, right? As long as you come home to me at the end of the day, then I’m okay with it. With you and Josh, and with you and Freddy.”

Jill smiled. A smile that belied how tired she must have been feeling.

“I promise. My darling husband, I promise that I’ll always come home to you.”

(Thanks again to Mr C Bear 52 for his kind and careful correcting of my many errors, and correction of my wrong side of the pond English to that more likely spoken in Miami)