Discovery Ch. 06

Literotic asexstories – Discovery Ch. 06 by GentleSir,GentleSir
*** Authors Note: Any similarity to real persons or places described within this story is probably not an accident, although I’ve made the effort not to expose anybody too much. The story circulates around a girl I met once, who told me some of her story. I will always regret not having spent more time with her. Enjoy & please leave your comments, good or bad!

NB: If you haven’t already, read the back story or a lot of the dialogue will be difficult to follow.***

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Wondabyne on the Hawkesbury, Australia, Feb 29th 2020

Well then, here we are.

It is 2 years, almost to the day, since I had found out all about my man of mystery. Ever since the magical night that had followed between he and I, he’d cast off the curtain of night that surrounded his presence and truly bloomed. As a man, a husband and a father, not necessarily in that order though. The fatherhood for a second time some nine months after the night I lost my virginity to him. How’s about that then?

Over time I also found out a lot more about his business interests as well, which have since come to intrigue me almost as much as they did him, I suspect. Though it was true that I would never really understand the mathematical genius behind his algorithms.

Very soon after he had said goodbye to Charlie and Kate and Sarah headed off to her period of internment, his newly appointed lawyer had put him in touch with an old school pal whom he knew had some dealings funding such endeavours as Conor’s. This was none other than Kelly’s dad, who had already made a minor name for himself in the investment banking industry picking successful technology related initiatives to back financially. None of those came near the scale of what he was about to develop with Conor though.

After a relatively short period of time Kelly’s dad, Simon Barclay, had steered Conor away from his original work with Charlie; that was the development of a series of algorithms that could successfully forecast the daily movements of any particular capital market to reliable accuracy of 72% or more. Simon believed that this kind of tool had the potential to destroy the free movement of the world’s markets if it got into the hands of too many of the wrong folks and he wasn’t willing to play with that kind of fire.

Instead, they had licensed the algorithms to a small number of not-for-profit superannuation funds and charities, tightly secured so they couldn’t be copied or distributed. They felt this was an ethical way to garner enough revenue to develop other uses for Conor’s skills.

In the end, the simplest solution proved true. Conor just adapted his original work with Charlie to enable research programs to predict the most successful outcomes and adapt their automated research systems on the fly. Artificial Reasoning as Conor called it, and much faster than the human brain could compute the multitude of problem/answer equations and come to the same accurate conclusions. Multi-nationals such as pharmaceutical companies couldn’t get enough of his work. In some cases, research programs that might have taken years had been reduced to a few months.

It was this solution and its various offshoots that had made Conor, Simon and his solicitor David Howarth, very rich men. It had also been managed in a way, at Conor’s request, that almost no one outside of their tight inner circle had even heard Conor’s name. Conor wouldn’t have had it any other way, as he jealously guarded his privacy and that of his daughter.

“His new wife is also thankful for that!” I thought to myself, not for the first time. The idea of ending up like those folks in the glare of the media spotlight day after day terrified me. Especially now that I was a relatively new mother myself.

And then there was Halligans.

I was particularly curious about that and Sarah’s enigmatic reference to Conor’s mother Grace on the disclosure of his purchase of Halligans. As Conor ended up explaining to me one night, Grace’s dad had made his wealth from owning a string of pubs throughout Ireland. He had hated the poor Irish Catholics of the land he shared with them. But at the same time, he apparently had no issues with emptying their wallets in his pubs and sending them home drunk to continue the cycle of domestic violence that was the centre point of the Irish family’s troubles throughout the 20th century.

I believe that Conor had it in mind as a way of saying “I am your da’s equal now and you didn’t run for nothing mama.” He didn’t quite put it this way when he told me his reasons, but I read this intent clearly between his words. I’m not sure what Grace would have made of it though. I think it was just something he needed to do.

Thankfully for us too. Mr and Mrs Walker, only a year into our marriage. If it wasn’t for Halligans, we might never have met.

So anyway, after a couple of wonderful years together, we had finally decided to gather up our new little group of family and friends and escape to where Conor had grown up in Wondabyne for a few days.

The strangest thing about the place was there was absolutely no reason for it to even to have a name. It consisted of a now defunct stone quarry, a train station and a half dozen dilapidated houses spread along the opposite side of the inlet from the station. As Sarah had said to me that night, “such a beautiful and abandoned place you never did see.”

Over the few years he was building his business, Conor had built a new cottage right next to the tiny fibro shack where he had grown up. The owner of the property had been the son of the old oyster farmer who had let Conor and his mother stay there rent free for so many years. Conor had refused to pay him less than triple the value of the property.

He had also learnt to fly and had bought an old seaplane from a struggling tour flight operator that ran flights out of Sydney harbour. It allowed him to fly from his place at Greenwich up to Wondabyne at whim, so he could escape the real world and spend his spare time reliving the all too brief period of happiness he had with his mother, before she passed.

So, we had all come to celebrate his birthday, the first I would experience with him and the last for another 4 years, given the oddity of his being born on February 29th. We also had another mission to fulfil tonight, to, well…. let’s just say get some other things out of the way.

Conor’s voice interrupted my reverie as I watched the last train from Gosford trumble away along the waterfront tracks of the Hawkesbury towards Sydney.

“We’re ready for you wife. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Oh yeah husband. I am sooooo ready.” I whispered as I moved into his arms. “Is wee Liam asleep then?”

“He is and I hope it stays that way, though there are plenty of hands available to address that problem if he wakes. Our son is not short of loving aunties, for sure. Your brother texted me as well. He and Aoife have set up camp and are happily toasting baked bean jaffles over their fire for dinner.”

I smiled at the scene. My brother Robbie was now 15 and Conor’s daughter Aoife, 10. Despite the age gap, they had quickly become best friends and we had agreed to let them go camping for a night in a small clearing along the shoreline, where the oyster farmers used to settle in for the night in times long past. This suited us fine to get them out of the house, to be honest. We had adult things in mind tonight.

Conor spoke again after a short silence as his hand gently stroked my back. “I’ll not say that I’m sure I’m comfortable with this course you ladies have put before me, but I understand your reasoning and I’ll do my best Sam.”

I momentarily thought back to a line that Kelly threw at me in the midst of our once off passionate encounter a few years ago “What if I was she and she were you?”, alluding to the idea of her and Sarah and Conor sharing me.

“There is still a small cloud that hangs over us all Conor that we need to clear away. And, I suspect a few wish-list items that need to be ticked off. If we can manage to keep the green jealousy monster away, I suspect we shall all find ourselves very spent and walking a little lighter, come the morning.”

“OK well, there’s naught I can do now but go with the flow and the mistress of ceremonies has demanded your presence, stat!”

I relinquished Conor’s embrace and chugged the last of the bubbly fluid from the glass left almost forgotten on the railing of the veranda that faced out into the dark watery inlet in front of me.

As I cast a final glance towards the faded grey side of the old fibro shack that lay off to the side of the new cottage I was about to enter, I felt a sudden whisper of breeze float up from the water. I spoke to the breeze from within my head. “I’m not sure if a part of you is still there Grace, but I hope you would approve of what is about to happen.”

With that I slid open the glass door to the living room and took in the countenances of Kelly and Sarah sitting side by side looking up at me, expectantly.

“Ok then Kelly belly. Let’s make this so…..” I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.

“You would make the worst random nickname generator in world history Samantha. Thank God he brought me into your world to make amends.” Then she glanced around at Sarah and Conor as I took my place next to him on the couch opposite where Kelly sat. Kelly and Sarah had moved the coffee table away and only a plush woollen rug lay on the hard timber flooring between us.

“So, who wants to go first then?” I asked softly, begging it not to be me. I looked around and neither Sarah nor Conor looked all that keen either.

With a gentle sigh Kelly spoke up again. “I guess it’ll be me then?” Everyone nodded in unison with a common look of gratefulness passing between Conor, Sarah and I.

We had agreed to try a sort of Truth AND Dare approach to the evening, without the usual kid’s game approach of one-upmanship. Everyone was to ask a question and request an action in turn. We had all agreed to do our best to be honest and stick it through to whatever natural conclusion might arrive.

I think we each had our own demons to slay and all agreed it might be best done with the same best practice of removing a Band-Aid. We had prepared for the evening with showers and the donning of our usual night wear, following by a single glass of champagne. I had added quick nervous cigarette to my preparations, hence my recent presence on the veranda outside.

Kelly, ever the least shy of our group, was wearing only a basic white cotton singlet and panties. Her long nipples, contrasted against her small breasts, were already making their presence known. Sarah, a little more subdued, wore a full t-shit and a pair of Hello Kitty white satin boxers over what I was pretty sure would be modest underwear. Cute, I thought. I had on one of Conor’s old black cotton business shirts that I had taken to wearing to bed and nothing else. It barely reached the tops of my thighs and I was very aware of the fact as I shifted carefully on the couch.

Conor was wearing a black cotton singlet and tight fitting cotton boxers. The attire did little to hide the shape of his toned body and his daddy package, even though he was clearly far from aroused at this moment. I tore my gaze from his body as Kelly spoke again.

“Sarah, my question is to you. I want to know about the first time that you had sex with Conor?”

Sarah’s mouth dropped. “How did you know? I’ve never spoken a word about that and I’m damn sure Conor wouldn’t have either; even to Sam!” Sarah looked across to me then, looking for confirmation. I just shook my head and turned to face Conor.

Conor was staring at Kelly, his eyes somewhat withdrawn to the man of mystery of old. “She sure knows how to hit straight to the heart. I suspect that was a fishing job and you swallowed it whole Says.”

Sarah looked back at Kelly. “What?” Kelly’s eyes dropped then to where her fingers were twiddling between her thighs.

Despite the tenseness of the moment I almost chuckled as I spoke. “Well there’s the first ‘first’ of the night. Kelly’s just discovered how to look sheepish. And Says, you the psychologist in the room falling for that.” I tried to keep my tone light, understanding how deeply personal the question must have been, given that neither Sarah or Conor had ever spoken of anything more than a platonic, if deep, friendship between them. I continued. “But now that the cat is out of the bag so to speak, I want to hear the answer.”

I reached over to grasp Conor’s hand, wanting to let him know I wasn’t angry or upset. I needed him to feel comfortable with what we were doing.

Sarah’s eyes turned slowly from where she had been staring daggers at the top of Kelly’s head, back to mine. They softened somewhat as she blew out a long breath and began her answer.

“As you both know, Conor had shown an extraordinary measure of forgiveness bringing me into his home and into the life of his daughter, after what I had done to them.” She turned her face to Conor then and her eyes met his. I realised straight away that she was preparing him for what she was about to say and trying to let him know it was OK.

“I had been living with them for about 6 months and life had fallen into a nice routine. I had begun some extra studies and was doing some pro-bono counselling out of one of Conor’s front rooms, mostly for drug addicts and former prisoners. I felt I had a lot of debt built up to pay back to the world and Conor’s generosity was providing me with a means to begin that process.

“But there was something still not quite right between us. I felt that despite what he had done for me, there was still something uncertain hovering closely beneath the surface. I felt his eyes upon me sometimes while I was doing mundane around the house things. Making coffee or ironing; reading a book. Almost like he was always on the cusp of saying something he desperately wanted to get out there.

“But, whatever is was it never came. Even to this day. Whatever that feeling was, it stopped the day after you and Conor first….well you know.”

“Fucked?” I bumbled.

“Made love, Sam. I think that was the key. You made love and that was his medicine.

“When Conor and I first, well…..” She trailed off as if searching for words, then quickly made a decision and let it all go. “He didn’t make love to me. He didn’t have sex with me. He just fucked me, hard, fast and passionless. He dropped his load and left me. He didn’t speak to me for a week afterwards.”

“Oh Conor.” I whispered as I looked over to him. “That was cruel.” His eyes were still smoky and guarded and I could see his own internal shame and embarrassment there. And then I noticed he was hard. Even as Sarah was revealing his shame, his body was conjuring up its own natural response to the memory.

I made a decision then that I later came to thank with all my heart. “Show us how it happened Sarah. Conor. I want to see this. No, I have to understand this thing that my husband did to you.”

Sarah didn’t blink an eye. I think she needed to do this as well. She needed to look back at a long withheld sense of sorrow and pain and spit it in the eye. She stood up and moved over to the kitchen counter that ran along one side of the living room and stood over it, facing away from us. Then she continued with as much confidence as she could muster, though we all heard the trembling in her voice.

“I was making toast in the kitchen one morning and Conor was behind me, sipping away at his coffee. Hang on, something isn’t quite right”. She slipped her fingers into her satin boxers and pushed them down around her thighs till they spilled at her ankles, before she kicked them away with one foot. She was now dressed only in her white panties and shirt, her hair drawn up in its usual pony tail.

“It was one of those moments I described before. I could feel Conor’s eyes on me and I slowly turned around. She turned to face us as she spoke, recreating the moment.

“He was wearing loose grey boxers and a white singlet. And he was erect. ‘This is a first!’ I thought at the time. In hindsight, the prior times I had felt this feeling, we weren’t getting around in our sleeping kit like we happened to be this morning. So this mightn’t have been the first time he had reacted that way while watching me.”

Conor sensed it was his turn at that moment and that he had some explaining of his own to do. “I suspect that every time you had that feeling I was hard Says.” This was almost a whisper.

“I hadn’t been with a woman since Kate. When you moved in I started to remember what it felt like having a woman around. The fact that you are also startling beautiful didn’t help.” Sarah let a very slight smile show then just as a tear formed at the corner of one eye and her bottom lip trembled.

“The looks you sensed from me weren’t anger directed at you Says. I was angry at myself. Despite what I have since found out about what Kate was really like, I thought I was betraying her memory feeling lust towards the woman most responsible for her death and nearly that of Aoife. I was disgusted with myself.”

Sarah’s tears were falling openly now, but it seemed she had already made a decision to follow through with this story and she spoke again. “This is what happened, Kelly, the first time. I knew I had to let nature take its course and I made a quick decision at the time that I am still not sure was the right or wrong one.”

She turned around again towards the counter and bent over it, pushing her arse in the air. She reached back with her hands and slid her panties down off her hips tell they fell to the floor.

“This is what I said to him then: ‘Come on then Conor. If this is what you want, come here and fuck me. Use me.'”

I looked across to Conor then. He was watching her. We all had been as she exposed her butt and pussy to us. He let go of my hand and stood up, pushing his boxers down as he walked towards her.

“I didn’t say a word to Says at the time. I just did what she asked.” He walked up behind Sarah and without missing a beat, aligned his hard cock with her vagina and pushed forwards into her in one sudden movement.

I looked across at Kelly. She had her hand over her mouth and silent tears were flowing across her cheeks. I had a sudden inkling then of what might have been developing between her and Sarah. I think this was the most upset I had ever seen her. I got up from my position on the couch and moved over beside her. She rested her head on my chest and we both watched as Conor pumped his dick in and out of Sarah.

Sarah lay there spread across the kitchen counter unmoving except for the jolt of her hips against the counter as Conor thrust his hips against her. After only a couple of minutes, Conor pulled his dick out of Sarah and pushed her t-shirt up as far as he could before spraying his cum up across her arse cheeks and over her back. I couldn’t believe what he did next. He lifted his hand up and just once, smacked her arse with the flat of his hand. She didn’t make a sound. She knew it was coming.

Conor spoke again then as he stood behind her, head down, watching his cum pool in the small of her back and slide down across her arse. “And that is exactly how it happened. And the next 5 times too before I met Sam. Happy now Kelly? Eh?” He turned around and I saw he had tears of his own then. The first and last time I ever saw my husband cry.

Kelly got up off the couch and wandered over to Sarah, gently pushing Conor out of the way. She bent down and kissed Sarah’s arse check where the red impression of Conor’s hand showed striking against the white skin surrounding it. She continued to kiss in outwards circles until she reached the first glob of Conor’s cum. With only a short pause, her tongue snaked out and lifted the small white pool into her mouth.

We all heard Sarah groan then as she realised what was happening and her emotions turned from shame to arousal. Conor came over to sit down next to me where Kelly had been and his hand reached out to my thigh. I abruptly pushed it away. I knew it was the wrong thing to do, but I wanted him to know how pissed off I was with him for how he had treated Sarah.

We both watched silently as Kelly continued to clean Conor’s cum off Sarah’s back and arse, finishing with a single long stroke of her tongue along the length of Sarah’s labia and finishing against her arsehole. Sarah sighed deeply then as Kelly stood up and helped Sarah up from her awkward position on the counter. “There you go babe. All better.” Kelly whispered, then softer, obviously intended only for Sarah to hear. “One more off the bucket list then eh?” An enigmatic comment to say the least.

I put that last one away for later. Right now, I felt like I had to do something then to clear the frosty air that had suddenly surrounded us all. Conor and Sarah needed to let this one go. “Conor, if you love me, you are going to do this for Sarah now. You are going to go back over there and make love to her. Make love, you understand?”

Conor just nodded as he stood up and walked back towards Sarah. Straight away she stepped into him and each threw their arms around the other. I knew I had asked the right thing of him then. For both of them.

He spoke in a rush. “I’m so, so sorry Says! I never worked out how to fix this. These things I did to you.”

“Ahh, Conor, my dearest friend. It doesn’t matter OK? I wanted it too. I needed to give back to you so much that I had to let you take whatever you wanted. But if you have to apologise, I’ll happily accept what you wife has given you permission to do!”

He smiled then as his lips met hers, evidently the first time in their long history that they had kissed. It was passionate and timeless and coated liberally with tears from the both of them.

Kelly and I, seated together on the couch again, felt our own hands connect and then slowly wander where we felt like they should go. Inherently we both knew that the other couple in the room would not object as they continued their making up session.

Conor had lowered his mouth to Sarah’s chest where he had pulled her t-shirt up over her breasts and he gently started sucking on her left nipple. She reached down and pulled the shirt over her head to expose her entire body to all of us.

“Well now!” I thought to myself just as Kelly’s finger snaked under the trail of my shirt to caress my thighs. As I subconsciously opened my thighs to give her better access I started to enjoy the full visual access I had to Sarah’s body and the sight of what my husband was doing to her. I wouldn’t have expected her to be the first to be naked tonight and I liked what I was seeing.

Only a little shorter than Kelly and I, she was also fuller in the breasts and butt. She was the C to Kelly and my A and B. Just then she looked at me for a moment, seeking approval and I smiled back at her and nodded.

She pulled Conor up from his position at her nipples and kissed him again, as her hands reached down and pulled his singlet up over his head. Then she took his hand and pulled him over to the other couch as Conor looked around and looked back at us.

Kelly had pushed my shirt up over my waist and was gently teasing my pussy hairs with her fingers. I reached down with one hand as Conor watched and undid 2 buttons, revealing my right breast and a very hard nipple at the same time. Kelly took the bait and reached over to wrap her lips around the offered nipple.

Conor groaned then as Sarah pulled his attention back to her. She lay back on the couch and opened her thighs up wide to him. “Get down here Conor and show a girl how she’d really like to be apologised to!”

Sarah’s pussy was lovely. Her lips, like her nipples, were a little darker than mine or Kelly’s light pink shade, reflecting her naturally darker skin tone. Like me she kept her pussy only lightly trimmed, just enough to fit into a bikini. I knew this was Conor’s preference as I had offered to let him shave me on several occasions and he had always refused. “I like my wife’s pussy just the way nature intended it to be!” He’d say. He didn’t object to me waxing my butthole and around my labia though I thought giggling to myself. The one thing he and Kelly both seemed to have in common was their enjoyment of my butt.

Conor had proceeded to kiss his way up Sarah’s thighs one at a time and deliberately avoiding the lips that were now swollen and visually wet. I suddenly realised that she had probably imagined or envisaged this moment for a very long time. Then his head obstructed my view as he reached her centre.

I closed my eyes as Kelly’s fingers finally reached their target and slid one at a time into my vagina. “Ah Kelly, it’s been too long babe!” I groaned as a 2nd finger joined the first, then a 3rd. Just as suddenly she withdrew her fingers and moved around to kneel in front of me on the floor, mirroring the position that Conor and Sarah occupied across from us. She reach up with her hands and grabbing either side of the front of my shirt, with two movements ripped the remaining buttons open from top to bottom. As I heard the patter of plastic buttons strike the wooden floor next to the rug, I leaned back and opened my thighs to let her do what she wanted.

Just as I heard Sarah moans rise to announce her impending orgasm, I felt Kelly’s tongue slide its way around my own lips for a moment before dipping into my sopping hole. “Where’s my tongue Junior?” Kelly whispered. I knew exactly what she wanted to hear.

“It’s in my cunt; well it was before you started yapping. Put it back in there quickstix!” Kelly obliged and slid it in and out a few times before moving up to my hard little clit. Pushing the hood back with her tongue, she then started to make little swirling movements in consistent patterns as I felt my own orgasm start to hit. “She’s gotten much better at this, since the last time!” I thought to myself as the waves of pleasure started to wash over me. “I wander where she’s been practising?”

Kelly went at me for what seemed an age until, no doubt, her jaw was aching too much to go on and she relented. As I felt my passion at last starting to subside from the last of several orgasms, Kelly turned around and dropped her arse to the floor between my legs. I opened my eyes to survey the scene that Kelly was already taking in.

Conor was sitting back on the couch, his hooded eyes watching me as his breathing and mine slowed down together. Sarah was lying across the couch, her head on his thigh and gently snaking out her tongue against the end of his now semi-hard dick, the hand that wasn’t trapped against the couch gently stroking up and down his shaft. As I took another look at her face, I noticed the trails of cum that ran up across her nose and cheek and into her hair, just as she let another drop of cum fall from her mouth where she proceeded to mix it with the other lubricants that she was sliding up and down his cock.

Part of me was a little bit pissed that I’d missed the climax of that little piece of action, but the other half was relieved both at how Conor and Sarah had obviously come to the terms of their own peace and the realisation that I wasn’t a bit jealous or anxious. In fact, right now I just wanted to crawl over there and kiss and lick and suck them both back into action.

Kelly, not unusually, got the first word in. “Holy shit that’s fucking hot guys! I sooooo want to crawl over there and lick that mess off your face Says, but I’ve already ticked that off my bucket list tonight. You want the job Sammy?”

“Yes, but I’m not sure I can move. Sarah how about you get your cum frosted face over here while Kelly gets my husband ready for the next round?”

Sarah giggled then as she gave Conor’s dick one more final kiss on the end and let it flop down against his thigh. “All yours Kelly and good luck. That is one tired looking cock!”

Kelly raised herself up onto her knees and turned to watch as Sarah plonked herself down next to me and we locked our lips together in our first kiss. I could feel Conor’s still warm cum between our cheeks as I left her lips and proceeded to slowly kiss my way up along his cum lines, sweeping it up with my tongue as I went. As I finished and gave Sarah one last quick kiss on the lips, she pushed me away gently. “I think you are going to want to see this Sam”.

By now it had become plainly obvious to me that Sarah and Kelly had something going on together and probably had been talking about tonight’s potential activities in some depth as she seemed to know exactly what was coming. I felt I had to say something now, even if it was just a point of order.

“Hey, Kelly’s already had her question and request. So have I. Sarah if this is your turn, you want to let me in on whatever it is you 2 have been scheming about?”

Sarah just smiled and returned serve. “OK, if we haven’t thrown the rule book out yet, we’ll treat this as my turn.

“But first I think I need to own up to a couple of things on Kelly and my behalf.” She looked down at Kelly then, seeking approval, which Kelly duly provided with a whole-hearted nod of her head.

“OK. First thing you guys need to know is that Kelly and I have been dating, for want of a better word, for about 8 months now.” She looked over to Conor and then back at me then for any obvious signs of discomfort. Conor’s face was simply showing mild interest but I’m pretty sure my own face showed no change at all. Through the course of tonight’s events, I think I had already been coming to this very conclusion. Sarah continued as she looked back at Kelly.

“We have been very circumspect with our relationship, especially when we were around you guys. We knew you guys were still in a pretty tender and maturing phase of your relationship and didn’t want to interrupt that process. Truth be told, we were both shit scared that you guys wouldn’t approve and we’d all go back to that horrible place Conor and I lived in before you both met. But maybe even worse, because, Sam, you might lose that precious friendship you share with Kelly.”

I felt like I had to interrupt then, as I looked over to Kelly. “Ah Kelly, there’s nothing you could do to ruin our friendship mate, especially not this. I’m very happy for you both. Actually, I’m relieved. After our one off, um encounter, I wasn’t sure whether you were entirely happy with me going back to Conor. We’ve never spoken of it since that day, well apart from when I told Conor.”

I thought back to the night when I had told Conor about what Kelly and I had gotten up to the day after he had first made love to me. He wasn’t upset and, judging by the quality of what he did to me after I told him the story, I’m pretty sure it just made him lust after me all the more. I’m still not sure whether that was his love for me, or just the reaction of a typical man imagining his wife doing naughty things with her best friend.

I giggled then before I passed on that little titbit to the girls. “Judging by Conor’s quality performance after I told him that story, I don’t think this little admission is going to upset him too much. Conor?”

He smiled warmly. “Sarah, I’m very happy for you. And I can’t say how much I appreciated having the chance to make my peace with you tonight, especially in the light of this little…..course of events. Kelly, I’ve come to understand very much why you and Sam shared such a close friendship. I couldn’t think of a better person to make Sarah happy, wherever your path is taking you both.”

Sarah and Kelly both got to their feet then. Sarah went over to hug Conor and Kelly, likewise with me. After a minute or so of quiet murmurs and a few tears while we all took this in, Sarah moved back to the centre of the room again and knelt down on the rug between us.

“Well now that we’ve gotten all that out of the way, I agreed to let Kelly add a certain ‘bucket list’ item added to the agenda tonight.”

Conor spoke up then. “Hang on. She’s already gotten her bucket wish list item, which I took to be licking my…….”

He paused and I wanted to hear him say it. “Licking your what baby?”

He smiled back at me. “Licking my cum off Sarah’s arse and back. Anyway, how’s she getting a 2nd one then?” He was smiling the whole time, so I knew he was just playing games.

Sarah spoke up again. “Ah no, that was just opportunistic. The moment arrived and she took it. Believe me, the number of items Kelly’s got on her bucket list, one or 2 were bound to have popped up tonight. In fact I’m not sure I’ve heard all of them yet. I only seem to be able to get to about 10 or so out of her at any one sitting before we end up….well, forgetting what we were talking about and doing things to each other”. We all smiled at that, knowing Kelly’s open tastes all too well.

Sarah continued. “Anyway, it’s my turn now and with Sam’s permission, Kelly’s got something very specific she wants to tick off that list. Something that she also assures me that Sam hasn’t gotten around to as yet, so it will also serve as Conor’s birthday present from Kelly.”

Straight away I knew exactly what Kelly was about to do and I was instantly both excited and super horny again at the same time. “Oh, absolutely, my whole hearted approval!” I fired back at Sarah and Kelly.

“Hang on a moment! Don’t I get a say in this at all?” Conor shot back.

“NO!” came the instant reply from the 3 girls in the room.

He huffed a bit and folded his arms across his naked chest. “And how come you know what’s coming Sam?” He stared daggers at me.

I just shrugged. “Girls talk. You know how is it?

“I promise you are not going to hate this at all babe. Just relax and enjoy what coming to you….”

Kelly took this as her trigger then and swivelled around on her knees and crawled towards him. “Poor man, being overruled by all these horny women. Oh, looks like someone needs a pick-me-up.” She mumbled, looking down at his still shrunken cock. She pushed his legs apart and began kissing her way up his thighs. Just as I thought she was about to begin what she had planned, she stood up and turned around to face Sarah and I, now cuddled up together on the couch.

Then she lifted her singlet up over her head and settled her arse down over Conor’s dick, playfully sliding her panty clad arse across his crotch.

She turned her head back in against his face and whispered into his ear, just loud enough for us to hear. “Can you feel how wet I am Conor? Just thinking about what I’m going to do to you has me leaking. I think you better take them off and cop a feel just to be sure.”

As she said this she took his hands and placed them over her hard little titties. Just as his fingers started to pull at her hard extended nipples, she slid them down to her hips where he dug them into her panties and continued the downward movement until they slid along her thighs and out of his reach. She finished the job herself and with a final kick, flung her panties over towards where Sarah and I were sitting.

As she dropped her butt back into Conor’s lap, she sighed a little and started rubbing her pussy back and forth across his crotch. “Ooooh, seems that someone’s woken up a little. Grab my tits again Conor. Squeeze my nipples. Mmmm, so good.” She sighed as his fingers once again wrapped around her small breasts and thumbed at her nipples. She reached down between her thighs and pulled Conor’s hard cock out in front of her pussy and slid her hand up and down a couple of times.

“Sam, you still want to find out what my pussy tastes like on your husband’s hard dick?” I couldn’t find voice for anything else but a moan and nod of consent. “OK then. On the floor Sam, face up.”

I wondered how this fit into her plan as I robotically raised myself off the lounge and over to the rug in front of her. I lay down slowly as I watched her continue to slide her hand up and down his dick. I could see pre-cum spreading liberally around the head of his cock now and the sheen of Kelly’s juices as she continued to rub her cunt up and down the shaft and spread it around with her fingers.

The button less shirt I was still wearing fell around my sides as I lay my head back towards the floor. Sarah helpfully thrust a cushion under my head then just as I opened my thighs and started masturbating, my eyes locked to Kelly’s. She was just about gone with a look of wanton lust in her eyes then as she shifted forward and slid down over my husband’s hard leaking penis in one slow movement.

I saw the ripples of an orgasm flow up through her thighs and belly and shoulders just as she bottomed out and started moaning loudly as the impact hit her mind. “Ah fuck, ah fuck, ah fuck. Ah, Sam your husband just gave your best friend one hell of an orgasm, I can tell you……” She moaned again as another ripple flowed through her and she fell back against Conor’s chest. “How are you doing back there mate? Ready for your birthday present?”

He just moaned. Then softly “You mean that wasn’t it?”

“Nah man. I was just getting you all nice and ready for your wife. Though I must admit I think Sam and I both enjoyed your nice hard cock in my tight little wet cunt just as much as you did. Eh Sam?”

“Mmmm Hmmmm.” Was all I could say. My own fingers were liberally moving between pummelling my soaking vagina and rubbing my clit now and I could feel the beginnings of my own release start to formulate in my belly.

Kelly pushed herself to her feet then and offered a hand to Conor. “On your feet boy. I want you over your wife, 69 style.” Conor just raised his eye brows before taking the offered hand and pulling himself to his feet.

I was thoroughly enjoying the view from down on the floor of his hard cock, shining in the soft light of the room and Kelly’s gloriously smooth, hairless pussy lips, wet and bright red from excitement. She led him around me till he was standing over my head and gently pushed him down over my body until his cock was dangling tantalisingly close to my face atop the cushion. Just as I extended my tongue out and flicked a drop of pre-cum off the tip of his dick, I felt his own tongue slide between my wet lips and the previously only threatening orgasm rose up and swallowed me.

Kelly and Sarah were both silent for a while, no doubt enjoying the view as husband and wife pleasured each other on the floor. I couldn’t see them from my position and was just starting to wonder when Kelly was going to do her thing, when I heard her speak again.

“Are you ready for your birthday present Conor?”

From down between my thighs he just mumbled something incoherent as he continued to lap away at my cunt.

“I’ll take that as a yes then. Sarah, why don’t you take over from Conor? Something tells me he’s going to be finding it hard to concentrate in a little bit.”

I heard Sarah’s excited answer then. “Oh yeah. Finally I get to check out that fine hairy red pussy my best friend is tapping.” Then I heard her feet shuffle around to the space between my spread thighs and her knees hit the floor in front of Conor’s head. She placed her hands around Conor’s head and lifted his face up out of my pussy and proceeded to make out with him, licking around his lips and swirling her tongue against his as she did so. “Mmmm, I like how your wife’s cunt tastes on you Conor. You’re a lucky man.” I had stopped licking at his cock now as was just enjoying the view and savouring the flavours of Conor and Kelly mixed upon my tongue. And the smells, pure wafts of sex coming from every direction.

Then she let his head go and lowered herself down onto her belly, in between my thighs. Our eyes met for a moment before she looked down into my pussy. One of her hands tickled their way up through my pubic hair as her tongue hit my clit and another finger slid easily up into my vagina. After Conor’s more gentle application, the sudden invasion set me off and I felt the waves of pleasure hit me hard as my head lay back against the cushion and I just enjoyed the moment. Then Kelly’s voice brought me back again as my moans died away.

“OK then. That was amazing to watch, but I think it’s double team time Samster!” As I opened my eyes I saw Kelly’s head appear between Conor’s butt checks and her hands spreading him open. Her tongue snaked out, a drop of saliva pool around the tip, to lightly press against the centre of his arsehole.

Conor just moaned before whispering. “Holy fuck. Really Kelly?” Before she let him decide whether he was more shocked or pleased, she started to spread the pool of saliva from her tongue around the outside of his anus and then back over the rim towards the centre. She briefly pulled her tongue back and then extended it again, with another fresh load of liquid to apply to his now shining arsehole.

While I was enjoying the view, I knew I had a job to do and I reached up to pull his now iron hard cock back into my mouth. With one hand I stroked and pulled his cock and reached my other hand up to gently tickle his balls as Kelly continued to probe around the outside of his arsehole. As we both felt the tremble in his thighs and abdomen of an impending orgasm we pulled back and let him subside for a bit.

We continued this for a while. Suck and pull and stroke and lick and probe. Each time pulling back when we sensed he was near. At first he just moaned each time we stopped and dropped his head down onto my right thigh. My left thigh was occupied by Sarah’s head as she just enjoyed the view and lightly stroked around the outside of my pussy lips, content to let me focus my attention on the task at hand.

After several rounds of this, he cursed. “Ah for fucks sake girls, what are you doing to me?”

Kelly pulled her face back from his arse and whispered. “Do you want to cum then Conor? Do you want to cover your wife’s face in your hot spray?”

“Ahh this feels sooooo good Kelly, so good.”

“What feels so good then Conor? Eh?”

“Sam sucking my cock and you licking my arsehole. Watching Sarah lick my wife’s cunt. So dirty, sooooo good!”

I looked up at Kelly then and she winked. I knew how much she loved dirty talk. Apparently Conor had caught onto this as well. “Time for tonight to come to a bit of a climax then eh Sam?”

She lowered her face then and we joined our lips for something of an awkward kiss in between Conor’s thighs. I knew I should have been a bit grossed out, tasting my husband’s arse on her tongue, but somehow it just excited me even more. “I’m ready when you are baby.” I whispered as we completed our kiss.

She reached between his thighs and pushed his cock back between my lips and then slid her tongue from the base of his balls all the way up his perineum until she rounded the rough ridge of his anus once again. “OK then, are you ready Sam, Conor?”

With a mumbled sigh in the affirmative from both of us, she deftly withdrew her tongue from his arse and popped her left pointer finger into her mouth swirling it around for a moment. Then without missing a beat, she took the wet finger from her mouth and pushed it gently forward into Conor’s arsehole, before twisting it around and curling the end up inside his butt.

Conor groaned aloud in sudden surprise then and I felt the tell-tale shudder of his body, much more powerful this time. Kelly announced to the room: “Here is comes Sammy, it’s gonna be a good one!”

I relinquished my lips from around Conor’s cock and started to pump his cock with my free hand as fast as I could from my awkward position. Even though I was expecting it, his first burst of cum took me completely by surprise. It overshot my belly and pussy and struck Sarah fair between her eyes before dropping a line down through my pussy hairs. The 2nd and 3rd shots painted my stomach and tits before I took control and pushed his cock down towards my face again.

As Kelly continued to tickle Conor’s prostate, his cock pumped a few more times, coating my face before the well ran dry. Even then his dick lurched and jumped as his orgasm continued to flow through it. I reached my face up then and cleaned off the traces of cum and saliva around his dick, before Kelly withdrew her finger from his arse and gently kissed each of his butt cheeks before he collapsed off to one side of me and lay flat on his back, hands over his face breathing hard.

“Holy fuck!” were the first words I heard after some minutes of collective panting and admiring of the view. These came from Sarah.

I looked down at her and giggled a little bit then as I watched a glob of Conor’s cum slide down the side of her nose and onto her cheek. She reached up and scooped it up before sliding a finger load between her lips. “I wouldn’t be laughing Samantha. You oughta cop a look at yourself in the mirror sweetie.” Then she dropped her lips and scooped another small load of my belly. “Aggg, as much of a turn on that is, I don’t think my stomach can handle any more man juice today.” She sighed as she rolled over onto her back next to me and gently stroked her fingers up and down through the goo across my belly and breasts.

Kelly got to her feet behind me and I heard her pad into the kitchen. The tap ran for a moment before she padded back into the lounge room and knelt down between Sarah and me. With a warm, wet tea towel she gently patted Sarah’s face clean and then started on mine, working her way down my body until she got to my pussy. “I don’t think a towel is going to get Conor’s mess out of your forest Junior.”

“Ha ha Kell. Don’t worry; Conor and I are used to that. I’ll just lie here for a while and let it dry so it doesn’t drip when I get up” She wrinkled her nose at that and padded back into the kitchen to rinse the towel clean. Then she came back to hover over Conor, who was lying in what seemed a very heavy post orgasmic stupor. Kelly knelt down next to him and started patting him down, starting with the sweat from his forehead and chest, to the accumulated girl and boy juice around his now very soft dick and balls, ending with a quick swipe down between his arse cheeks.

Then, almost adoringly, she bent over and gave his penis a soft dry kiss right on the tip. “Good going little man. 3 very happy ladies you made tonight.”

“And one very, very lucky man too.” Conor murmured from the floor. “I don’t want to know how you learnt that last little trick, but I’ve never felt anything quite like it.”

“Lots of reading and a little bit of enthusiasm my man.” Kelly replied with a little chuckle. You’ll be happy to know that Sam has been hankering to do that to you for a while. She was just too embarrassed to bring it up; worried you’d think she was a freak or something.”

“True wife?”

“Too true husband.” I murmured back from my part of the floor. “At least now I’ve had a front row seat of Kelly’s technique and I know you are not going to complain after watching your reaction just now.”

“Ahh, thank the good lord, I’ve married a harlot to be sure. Praise be!” We all smiled at that. The last little group of conversations were clear evidence to me that any last airs of pain or uncertainty between us all were whispers in the wind now and we had all chosen the right course tonight.

After a few more minutes and without a word, Kelly and Sarah got up together and wandered back to the room they were sharing, hand in hand.

Conor and I roused ourselves and after quickly replacing the table and after quickly assessing the state of a couple of the lounge cushions, decided to settle for throwing some soft blankets over the 2 lounges. Then after a quick shared shower and fresh nightclothes we dropped down onto our bed on either side of wee Liam who hadn’t moved an inch in the couple of hours since we put him to bed. My last thoughts were of relief and happiness all melted in together as I fell into a deep dreamless sleep.