I lay in silence listening for over an hour before I drifted off to sleep, I’m not sure what I was expecting to happen, it wouldn’t be safe for us to do anything here, maybe we should go to my parents during the day while they are at work, I started planning in my mind without knowing whether John would even want to do it again, he seemed quick to leave yesterday after I’d ejaculated.
I slept in, John was at work and Sue has gone out, I looked into Emma’s room she was still asleep, I slipped into the single bed beside her, my hand sliding around her waist our bodies spooning, my hand slipped under her t shirt and cupped her breast, she smiled not pushing my hand away.
I pushed my other hand between us into the back of her elasticated waistband of her shorts, between her cheeks her thighs together I managed to push my hand between them reaching my finger, up,along her slit a little extra pressure and I found her wetness stroking her she moaned softly, eyes still closed
I reached my other hand down and pulled down my shorts to mid thigh, guiding my hard length to meet my other hand, helping me find her slick wet hole, she moved a leg a little to help me penetrate her, she pushed back onto me a little as I entered her, now taking a more foetal position as I help her waist and began to thrust, her bed creaked as I brought myself to orgasm flooding into her, she never opened her eyes….sleepy sex…..I knew she liked it…..I knew also that she’d have to explain why she’d washed her sheets if she lay there too long and let my cum seep out of her onto them. I kissed her on the cheek and told her I’d see her after work……she still didn’t open her eyes but was still smiling but with a warmer glow now.
Work passed pretty slowly I kept watching my phone hoping for it to buzz…it never did. After work I popped home wondering if John might just turn up or message to meet me….he never did. I messaged Emma to tell her I was having tea with my parents, she told me to say hi from her and told me she hoped I’d be staying over at hers again, I felt like I was becoming a permanent fixture.
I walked over to Emma’s later, they’d eaten late and were just clearing up as I arrived, due apologised she’d not kept me any, I told her I already eaten, she gave me a smile and asked after my parents. John told me he’d missed my help at work today, I blushed, he put a hand on my shoulder as he asked if I’d help him in the workshop later, my redness deepened.
Emma went for a bath when it was time to help John, he was already in the workshop in their back garden tinkering with a lawnmower. As I got close he was already on his knees, he flicked off the main light as he took my cock into his mouth, he tugged on the shaft as his mouth expertly worked the head until I was starting to gasp ready to cum
“Not yet” he whispered as he stood up pulling down his shorts and bending over the workbench
“Cum on my bum” he begged
I was stroking fast, too late to stop myself as I spurted all over his bum, up the back of his t shirt down his legs pressing my cock onto his bum cheek I spurted more cream onto him
, he quickly turned around oblivious to the mess I’d made taking me back into his mouth and sucking the last drops, cleaning me up.
I passed him a cloth to wipe himself as he smiled at me
“I’d love you to fuck me sometime” he whispered
I just nodded, I still hadn’t spoken a word since I entered the workshop, that day I’d had sec with Emma, now John….just needed Sue to get the full set I thought to myself.
Emma was watching TV with her mum…motherland…Anna Maxwell Martin, I made a comment to Emma that she looked like her mum, they both just scowled at me, I smiled back, a little braver than normal to stand my ground, Emma came and sat next to me and cuddled in, John joined us and Sue cuddled into him, unusually affectionate for her.
Emma and I agreed on an early night, not often we’d go to bed before sue and John but it felt nice to be trying to get a good nights sleep….later I heard Sue and John talking then having sex, I didn’t spy, I didn’t know who was doing what but they were definitely fucking….the pants and rythmn sounded different, maybe it was Johns turn tonight
I drifted off to sleep, thinking of them in bed.
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