I came awake slowly, feeling a little seedy. I was aware that I had been woken by someone out in the kitchen. I was a bit disorientated, taking a minute to realise where I was. I looked to my left and saw Aaron lying partly turned away from me, his broad bare shoulders exposed above the duvet. Then looked I over at my phone to check the time; 6:15 am.
The night before came rushing back to me. The thrill and arousal I had felt watching Valerie being seduced and fucked doggy style in front of the fire. I rolled over and cuddled into Aaron’s back, recalling his bringing me to bed, and my asking to watch him enter me.
I had asked to be taken from behind. He positioned me on hands and knees on the edge of the bed, then took a small mirror down from the bedroom wall and placed it under my tummy. I looked into the mirror and watched as he ran the head of his cock up and down my slit until he had it well coated in my fluids, then almost collapsed onto my face, my arousal was so great. Watching him manoeuvre his amazing shaft into my tight hole was unbelievable.
I shut my eyes and recalled the vision of his large cock being thrust against my pussy. It abruptly forced its way past my stretched labia. The vision brought such strong feelings of desire that I thought I would faint, and I had to lie back, breathe deeply and calm myself down. I moved my hands down between my legs and let my fingers explore my folds, wondering if he had hurt me. There was a dull pain, well not really pain, more like the feeling that I had been well-used, and this just fuelled my desire.
He had come rather quickly, leaving me a little frustrated. I tried to get a vision of what had happened after that, but could not remember anything. I realised that I must have fallen into a deep sleep. The strong rums we had consumed last night must have taken their toll, and I vowed that next time, I would only drink one glass.
I was shaken from my reminiscing by the sound of the garage door down in the basement rolling up, and Tony’s van starting up and driving off. Aaron came awake beside me and rolled over to give me a kiss good morning. I wondered if it was Ryker going over to check on the yacht, and felt a little twinge of dismay that he had not come to ask us to go with him. I also became aware of the wind still blowing hard against the window.
“Tony’s off to work. That’s bloody early,” said Aaron.
I heard Ryker talking to Valerie out in the kitchen so knew he was correct, and it was indeed Tony who had driven away. I also heard the radio going, so the power must be back on.
“What a beautiful sight to wake up to,” said Aaron, leaning forward and kissing me again.
“I don’t want this weekend to end,” I retorted back at him. “Do you think we will be sailing home today? I’m meant to be back at work tomorrow.”
“By the sound of that wind, I don’t think we will be sailing. Wait until we talk with Ryker, but I have a feeling you are going to have to phone your work.”
I lay there thinking about all my work colleagues at work today, and what sort of weekend they would all be telling one another about. A luscious thought ran through my mind: I wouldn’t be able to tell them half of what I had gotten up to.
I needed to pee, and just as I was thinking about how to break this to Aaron, he rolled away from me and strode off to the toilet. He was sporting a very impressive morning woody. I followed after him, and when we returned to bed, we snuggled close to one another again.
I felt so safe and comfortable lying there in Aaron’s arms, so I ventured a question to him.
“What would you think about me sleeping with Rex or Tony, or Ryker for that matter? You asked me lots of questions, but never really gave me any of your thoughts about that.”
I was being a bitch! I wanted him to say he would be as jealous as hell, and that I wasn’t allowed to, as I was certain that I would chicken out if put in that situation anyway.
But Aaron replied, “Ryker is my biggest problem. With the others, it would be just sex. But Ryker has a real soft spot for you, and I think he is slightly put out that you have chosen me. Also, he has some pretty weird tastes, and I would hate to see you exposed to things like that while you are so naive and young.”
I asked him what he meant by weird tastes. He said he would tell me a little about Ryker before he answered that.
He started by telling me that Ryker’s father had died in a motorbike crash when he was fourteen. And that when he had first met Ryker, a year or so after that, Ryker was struggling to look after his mother, who was having deep bouts of depression. She had died of stomach cancer about six months after that, and everyone had put her cancer down to her grief at losing her husband.
Ryker was left a small fortune by their passing. There was the family home in Remuera, four rental properties around Auckland and substantial investments. Ryker rented out all the properties, built a studio for his architectural business, and had lived in the apartment above the studio for the last eight years.
“He lent me money, interest-free, to buy my first home,” Aaron explained. “He gave it to me on my twenty-first birthday, I will have that paid off in another two years, then I was going to go and tour Europe. So maybe you would want a travelling companion?”
I had to bite my tongue hard not to yell out with joy at the thought he was asking me to travel with him. He went on to say that Ryker had had lots of girlfriends over the years, but none lasted longer than a few months, and that most of his affairs were one-nighters or, at the most, lasted only a few days.
“I think the effects of his parents dying, especially his mother, has affected his relationships, but I’m no psychologist. Also, the fact that he still loves Valerie has a lot of bearing on his relationships with other women.”
He hesitated, mulling over how much he should tell me. Then he started talking again, “For the last two or three years, he has been playing around with married women. And with some of them, their husband has been involved as well. He has gotten into BDSM, do you know what that is?”
I answered that I had no idea.
“It stands for bondage, discipline, dominance and submission. Ryker tells me he likes to tie up a submissive married woman and bring her off dozens of times. And as I said, sometimes the husband is sitting at the foot of the bed.”
“Wow!” I exclaimed. “I’d like to be a fly on the wall and see that happen!”
“Really! I thought you would be shocked.”
“I know I should be, but this weekend has woken me up to the fact that there is a hell of a lot I know nothing about. And although it goes against all I’ve been brought up with, I’m finding it all very exciting.”
He continued telling me about Ryker, said he had just moved back into his family home, as his business had grown so much that he had to hire more staff and convert his apartment into more workspace. Then he added that Ryker was building a dungeon in the basement of the old family home.
I kind of knew what a dungeon was, and asked, “Do you like BDSM?”
“A year ago, I would have absolutely have responded NO! But as I get to hear a bit more about what he gets up to, I find bits of it I’d be OK with. And I told you that he tied Sally to the table last time we were here. That was really hot, she went nuts, it awoke some insatiable demon in her that all four of us guys couldn’t satisfy.”
I thought about this new revelation. I would not want to be hurt in any way, but the thought of being tied up and taken by more than one man sounded pretty exciting. And in a dungeon, with all sorts of sexual paraphernalia hanging on the walls. I found myself wishing that Sally and Rex had been there last night. What might I have witnessed then?
I wanted Aaron to know I wasn’t totally without any knowledge of sex. “My girlfriends and I watched a porn movie a few months back, of a girl with three guys. Everyone said it was horrible, but I could tell that every one of us was turned on by it.”
“Do you watch a lot of porn?” Asked Aaron.
“No, we were told all about it in sex education at school, that it is all made up, and nothing like the real thing. And we shouldn’t watch it. But they didn’t really tell us what the real thing is like. Watching Valerie with Tony and Ryker last night was way better than the porn movie. I have watched a couple of other ones with my best friend Sacha, but they have not been very realistic.”
Aaron grabbed me and pulled me tightly to him, “God, you’re a revelation, you’re so innocent, yet in other ways, you are so inquisitive and open. I love you to bits.”
Wow! Heart beating hard; he said he loved me. Should I tell him I love him? Don’t quite understand all of my emotions yet, best to keep quiet.
Aaron pulled me up, “We had better get up and find out what we are doing. Sounds like they have breakfast well underway.”
We dressed and went out to the kitchen to find Valerie and Ryker had made porridge and a heap of toast. Aaron poured me a big mug of coffee, which was fantastic, as my mouth was really dry from last night’s drinking. I secretly checked out the dining table, imagining Sally tied to it. It was really solid, and Valerie noticed me looking at it.
“Do you like our table and chairs?” She asked. “It’s Tony’s favourite wood, Rimu; he had it made especially for the house.”
I responded that I liked it, hoping that what had been going through my mind was not too obvious on my face.
“You had better phone home,” said Ryker. “We are not going to be sailing today. Look at the harbour out there. Whitecaps, imagine what it is like further out. Weather forecast is for the wind to subside late today.”
After I had phoned work and been told there was no problem with my taking another day or two off, Valerie came and sat beside me, “I’m going to go down to Sally’s mum’s to see the kids soon. I’ll take Ryker with me to borrow her car, he wants to take Nick and Sally’s boy fishing over the other side of the island, where it is sheltered, for the day.”
Ryker piped up, “I’ll take Aaron with me. I want to check the yacht, then we’ll go and help with a boat that’s run aground in the harbour last night. I’ll drop him back here before lunch.”
“Oh! Well, Veronique can spend the morning with me. I’m going to check on the kids then go over to check out our olive trees. I’m expecting they will be blown to shreds,” replied Valerie.
While we cleaned up the breakfast stuff, Ryker made sandwiches, etc., for him, Nick and Sally’s son ‘Lucas’, who I learned was a month older than Nick.
The four of us traipsed downstairs to the internal garage, where Valerie’s Toyota Corolla was parked. I had not really taken much notice of this part of the house and was surprised to see that there was a self-contained, one-bedroom apartment down here.
As we drove off, Valerie explained to me that they had included the apartment in the build, as they planned to have contractors stay there for the olive harvest. She explained that there was only one bedroom but it was large and had four bunk beds.
“If you and Aaron ever want to come over to the Barrier, you know you are welcome to stay there.”
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Sally’s mum was lovely; she welcomed us all with warm hugs. Evidently, she often had the children to stay and loved them all like they were her own.
Ryker, Aaron and the two boys didn’t hang around; they took off in her car to go see the boat that had gone aground.
Valerie and I spent half an hour playing with the two little girls; we were talking to Sally’s mum when a car pulled up and Sally hopped out. Valerie excused herself and went out front to talk to her, and five minutes later the two of them came into the house.
I couldn’t help myself. I began to scrutinise Sally after what Aaron had told me. I couldn’t believe this was the same woman he was talking about. She was a little taller than me, probably 5’3”, she was average-looking, with blond hair. Her figure was a bit fuller than mine, but I guessed that was to be expected as she was probably eight years older than me; I’m sure I heard someone say she was twenty-six. She came straight over to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss on each cheek.
She was dressed very modestly. I knew that she was the Sally that Aaron had said was an insatiable sex addict. But to think that she would let herself be tied to the table; I just couldn’t see it, no way! Aaron had to have a very good imagination.
“Valerie has asked Rex and me to have lunch with them, Mum. Can you have the kids a bit longer?” Asked Sally.
“Of course, why don’t you leave them here for another night, and you can clean up after the storm,” replied her mum.
Lewd amoral thoughts ran through my mind. Was I going to witness Sally tied up? I came to my senses, realising that Valerie was speaking to me.
“Come, let’s get going,” she repeated, “I want to have a look at the stranded boat and then check out our olive trees, then we need to get home and get some lunch prepared.”
We drove down to the harbour, and there at the opposite end of the beach to where we had been moored last Friday night, was a yacht lying on its side, just above the high-water mark.
Aaron and Ryker were two-thirds of the way up the mast, bouncing up and down so that the keel of the yacht was lifting off the sand. Another bunch of guys was attempting to lift the keel and push an airbag under it. Nick and Lucas were standing by a tractor that had a mattress tied to its blade, which was obviously going to push the yacht down the beach.
“The tide’s coming in, so they’ll have that floating away soon,” commented Valerie.
“Will Aaron and Ryker be OK? They’ll fall off when it rights itself.”
“They have done this before, don’t worry about them,” she assured me.
She said we should go and check out their olive grove, but I wanted to wait and make sure the guys were OK. The wind was still quite strong and it was buffeting both of them, as they clung to the wires that crisscrossed up the mast. Valerie conceded and we got out of the car and walked down to stand with the boys by the tractor.
There was a girl with them, who we found was from the yacht, and she pointed out her brothers, who were amongst the guys trying to lift the keel. It looked like they had it pretty much sorted, and sure enough, an old guy came up the beach and started the tractor. He told Nick, Lucas and the girl to get up and stand on the small deck attached to the three-point hitch.
Valerie asked if they would be safe. “Sure,” the old guy said, “Why don’t you all get on, the more weight I have over the back wheels, the better.”
Valerie and I climbed up onto the deck and introduced ourselves to the girl. Her name was Bailey, and she pointed out her brothers, Owen and Carson. She was nineteen, a year older than me; her brothers were twenty-one and twenty-three. The older brother, Owen, was strikingly handsome but looked really worried.
“Your brother doesn’t look too happy,” Valerie noted.
“No, Dad let him have the boat for the long weekend, and he promised him he would look after it,” Bailey replied.
The old guy had done this before; he nudged the mattress-covered blade up against where the keel attached to the hull. He lifted it slightly, which dropped the stern of the yacht down onto a large canvas roll placed under the stern, then applied some power. Yelling at us to jump up and down, the yacht slowly started to slide down towards the water. Aaron and Ryker were still bouncing up and down on the mast, but as it started to move, they worked their way back to the deck.
The old guy pushed the yacht down towards the incoming tide. The yacht had wanted to slew around, but there were guys down at the stern trying to stop that from happening. Still, he had to back off and push the bow around a couple of times but eventually pushed it down until the tractor wheels were in the water, and the guys at the stern were up past their knees.
Ryker and Aaron got down from the yacht and came around to help us down from the deck. Valerie said we would leave them to it, but as we turned to go, Ryker asked about having the three kids from the yacht over for dinner that night.
“They’re a bit distraught, they won’t be sailing for a couple of days, as there is some damage to the rigging.”
“Sure, we have plenty of food, but it would be good if you caught some fish today.” Then she turned to Bailey and asked where they were going to stay.
Bailey replied that the tractor driver had offered them to stay under his house, that there were two bedrooms there. Valerie said she knew where he lived, and her husband Tony would come down and pick them up at 6:30 tonight.
“Just dress casually, it will not be flash,” she called to her as we walked to the car.
Ryker and Aaron and the boys were also about to leave; they were going over to Schooner Bay to check on the yacht. Once in Valerie’s car, we drove inland for a bit, until we came to a field that had been planted with neat rows of olive trees. Valerie pulled up beside the ranch slider of a building in the corner of the field.
“Ryker has put up the money for Tony and me. We want to develop an olive oil business.”
This made me think about Ryker; the first impression I had had was that there was a dark side to him, and I’m sure most parents would be alarmed if their daughter brought him home to meet them. But when I heard about how quick he was to help his friends, and how environmentally conscious he was, I had to revise my opinion of him. He had been so patient with me and happy to teach me about sailing the yacht, etc.
We got out of the car and walked over to the closest trees. They were blown about and had lost a lot of leaves, but the little green olives didn’t seem to have suffered at all. We walked back to the shed and Valerie unlocked the ranch slider and let me in.
There were a few items of machinery stacked against the walls. At the far end, there was a tractor with some large upside-down umbrella device attached to the rear. It was parked inside a roller door. At the end where we had entered, there was a crude kitchen and a bed. I raised my eyes at Valerie, “Is this where you send Tony when he annoys you?”
She laughed, “No! Good idea though! It’s where the contractor that planted the trees stayed. All the other stuff is pressing and harvesting equipment.”
She moved to the bed and sat down, “Come and sit beside me, I want to talk to you.
“Sally and Rex are coming for lunch, I don’t know how much you know about them, but it is going to get interesting.”
I interrupted her, “Aaron told me about Ryker tying her to the table, and all the guys having sex with her.”
“Did Aaron tell you he had sex with her as well?” She asked.
“Yes! He said he did not want me to find out from someone else. But I’m finding it hard to believe she did that. Meeting her just then, she seems so normal.”
“Well, good for Aaron, most guys wouldn’t admit that to their girlfriend. Yes, Sally does look very normal, doesn’t she? I like her, but she’s not the brightest flower in the bunch, and Rex is a bit of a handful. That was a surprise to us all when Ryker awakened the sleeping sex maniac in her.”
She hesitated, “What about the million-dollar question? How do you feel about Aaron fucking her after lunch? She wants to have him again, quite desperately. That is why I wanted to get you alone.”
I searched my mind for what answer to give her, “I’m struggling to understand what I want. My instant reaction is jealousy, it churns my stomach up, yet I have been having visions of him fucking her, and they get me aroused. Also, you all seem so much more mature than me, and I don’t want to appear to be this silly young thing that get all upset over things.”
I hesitated. Valerie sat and waited for me to formulate my thoughts.
“I don’t want to be the good girl next door all my life, then disappointed when I get old and wish I had experimented. I want to experience lots of different things, I don’t expect them all to be good. In a couple of days, I will be back in Auckland, where I’ll have to act like a young professional, and conform to other people’s expectations again.”
Valerie held her hand up to me, “I don’t think you are some silly young thing at all. Ryker is very impressed with your attitude to life. I’m now realising he has read you pretty well. My advice is to let Aaron fuck her. It will be just that, a fuck, as I said, she’s not the brightest spark and has no designs on taking him off you. Unlike many women you are going to come up against in the future.”
I still wasn’t sure I could bear to let that happen, and so I changed the subject, “Aaron also told me you have slept with Sally?”
“Does that shock you?”
“No! Well, I don’t know how I feel. I’ve also had visions of you and Sally together, I know that should repulse me and it sort of does, but that also gets me aroused. I asked Aaron if that meant I’m a lesbian.”
Valerie smiled, “Your not a lesbian. They don’t like men. At the worst, you’re bi-sexual, but I don’t like that term either. For me, I just like to fuck sometimes, it might be a handsome guy, like that young man this morning, or it may be some ugly bastard that turns me on, and now and again it is an intelligent beautiful woman like you.”
“What about Tony?” I asked.
“Tony’s a gem, he never judges me, lets me have my way in most things, and so I’m happy to let him think he’s the boss.”
“Ryker says he loves you, and that you wouldn’t marry him?”
“Ryker needs to let me go, we were never going to work out. We’re too much alike, he flits from woman to woman, and runs like a rabbit if any of them try to get serious. He won’t even admit it to himself, but he would have played around if we had married. And he couldn’t handle sharing me, it sent him crazy.
“If it wasn’t for his children, I’d get tough and kick him out, so he could work at getting a life and settle down. But the children complicate that,” she sighed.
“You said, children, I thought it was only Nick that was his.”
“Shit, you must keep that to yourself, he doesn’t know that Ava is his. Tony and I tried for five years and finally, he went and got tested, and we found he can’t have children.”
“Why did you not tell Ryker?” I replied, with a puzzled look spread over my face.
“I’ve just never found the right time, plus I don’t want to be the one who lets out that Tony is impotent, guys are a bit funny about that. But the big reason is that Ryker keeps trying to push money our way, with the excuse that he is looking after his son. We think he would be even worse if he knew Ava was his as well.”
“You’ll have to tell him sometime, it will just get harder the longer you leave it.”
“Yes, I know. Come here and give me a cuddle, this conversation is getting way too serious.”
I leant towards her and put my arms out. Valerie pulled me in close and hugged me hard. I could sense the tension in her body, and as we hugged felt her relax a little.
She was wearing a navy-blue sundress that had lace on the bodice and around the neck, sleeves, and hem. The top fitted very snugly, highlighting her cleavage, and I realised as she pressed into me and my hand ran down her back that she was not wearing a bra. Her warm breath made my neck tingle; this and her soft breasts squashed between us made me bite my lip and sent tingles of anticipation flowing through my stomach.
Valerie pulled back and looked at me, “God, you look sexy when you bite your lip.”
Then she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I squeezed my legs together; I felt as if I was already soaking wet down there. Then she pulled me to the side and as I fell sideways onto the bed, she guided me around so we were laid out side by side.
I could see she was aroused also; her nipples were trying to push their way through the lace bodice, and I could faintly make out her areola as well.
“Do you like the look of my breasts?” She asked, “They’re not a patch on yours, unfortunately, two children definitely take their toll.”
I grinned back at her, “I like the fact you are not wearing a bra, and I can see your hard nipples through the lace. Can I touch them?”
“Definitely you can. I’m not wearing panties either. Maybe you will want to touch me there also?” She whispered seductively.
I was terribly embarrassed by her openness, and it took some willpower not to stick my hand down between my legs and rub myself furiously. Instead, I reached my hand out and touched her nipple.
“Do you like them pinched like Sally does?” I blurted out.
“It depends on what stage of arousal I’m at, but not generally as hard as she likes it, no. That is the difference in making love to a woman as opposed to a guy. They have no idea when to be soft and when to be firm.”
“I have no complaints with Aaron.” Then thinking of him, I spoke up, “I’d like to touch you, but I would like Aaron to be here, so I should stop!”
“We’ll include him next time.” And she pulled me onto her and hugged me tight again. I was half on top of her, with her leg pushing against my mound. She kissed me again, and it was quite different to kissing a man; it was tender but urgent. I felt her hands pulling the back of my skirt up. Then her fingers slipped inside the elastic of my cotton panties and eased them down off my bottom.
I tried to lift away from her. “Someone might see us through the window,” I gasped, pointing to the ranch slider.
“Exciting, isn’t it! But no-one is there, unfortunately. Take your panties off for me,” she ordered.
I knew I should leap up and run back to the car. But instead, I looked to the window, then rolled on my back, lifted my butt and slipped my panties down. I lifted each leg to slip them off my ankles and was hit by the smell of my arousal.
“Oh! I’m smelly and messy down there,” I said as I clamped my legs together and tried to push my panties as far away down the bed as I could.
But Valerie sat up, reached down and took them out of my hands. She lifted them to her nose and breathed in deeply, “What a heavenly smell,” then she put the wettest part of my panties in her mouth and sucked. I shivered along with her at her wanton display.
“You taste divine, don’t ever be embarrassed by your excretions,” she said, looking me in the eye. “Now take your top off and your bra, please?”
It had gone too far for me to object now. I had the wicked thought that if she had been wearing panties, I would have liked to suck on her wet spot and watch her expression as I did it. The thrill of anticipation made me squirm my bottom around as I sat up and removed my top and then the bra.
While I did this, Valerie also sat up and removed her dress, revealing her lithe, toned body. She had a full tan, so I realised she must sunbathe nude on her deck. Yes, her breasts were not as firm and didn’t stand out like my own, but they looked divine to me, her nipples standing up hard and proud.
Valerie leant in quickly and took my nipple between her lips. I looked to my left to make sure no-one was at the window, then lay back, pulling Valerie down on top of me. Warm butterflies flowed through my stomach as I anticipated what was to come.
She glided her lips and tongue down my body, humming to make her lips vibrate against my skin. When she reached the swell of my mound, I opened my legs wide. And she dived between them and sank her tongue into my vagina.
I should have concentrated on her technique but was out of my mind as the exquisite feelings flowing out from between my hips. Then she stopped, and when I looked down to see why, she indicated that she wanted me to eat her as well. I moved my head indicating that I would try, and she shifted up, spun around and straddled my face.
She lowered her vagina onto my mouth as she reentered me and fucked me with her tongue. For the first time in my life, I tasted another woman. I was pleased to find she was drenched and so knew she was just as turned on as I was. I didn’t think about how she tasted, but the fact that I was lapping up her nectar, and that it was such a taboo thing to do, turned me on more than what she was doing down between my legs.
She lifted her head and worked her tongue around my clit, then I felt her part my labia with a finger and slip it into me. I reciprocated, shifting my tongue to her erect nub, then reaching up and pushing two fingers as deep as I could into her sloppy wet gash. She let out a groan, so I worked them in and out, and she did the same to me. Powerful spasms ran up my spine; I found I was moaning incoherent sounds and struggled to hold back my pending orgasm.
I could feel her breasts bouncing on my stomach so reached down with my free hand and tweaked her nipple. I guessed at how much pressure I should apply and must have got it right as she gasped and wriggled her hips hard onto my face.
Then she really started fucking me with her fingers, yelling out for me to cum, as she couldn’t hold much longer. The euphoria I felt at the fact I could bring this beautiful mature woman to a climax almost overwhelmed me.
I lapped at her clit, not really knowing how she liked it, and rammed my fingers in hard and deep. I was so intent on getting her off, that my own impending climax was forgotten. She squealed in delight, so I must have been doing something right.
Then she bucked her hips back hard against me and yelled out, “God, I’m coming, harder please, deeeeeper, haaaarder!” She squeezed her thighs on my head, almost suffocating me, then collapsed on top of my body.
She lay still for a minute or two, her fingers still buried in me. Then she turned and looked up at me, “Sorry, I don’t usually come that fast. Lie back and relax, I’ll do you now.”
She lifted up off me and came up to lie beside me. She gave me a tender kiss; our tongues locked and wrestled together as it became more passionate. Then she slid her hand down my body and re-inserted her fingers.
“God, you’re wet.” She pulled them out and brought her hand up to our kissing lips. Her fingers were coated in my creamy white nectar; she slipped them into my mouth then kissed me again, flicking her tongue in and around, trying to capture as much of my juice as she could.
This was like sipping an aphrodisiac. I felt my orgasm build quickly to where it had been just before she came. She either sensed it or saw it in my face, and slammed her hand back between my legs and fucked me hard with it. It felt wonderful and I felt quite stretched; I opened my eyes to find her staring down at me. She mouthed that she had three fingers in me, and that was all it took to tip me over the edge.
It was not the mind-blowing orgasm I expected, but a soft gentle flood of feeling from head to toe.
We lay together until our breathing had slowed. Then Valerie sat up and reached for her dress. “That was as good as I have ever had with a woman. Thank you, I really needed that. Let’s get dressed and go see what happens with Sally. I’m not worried about you any longer.”
We stopped at the local shop on the way back to the house to pick up some items for lunch and dinner.
Then when we walked up onto the deck and Aaron ran over to open the ranch slider for us, the guilt of what I had just done hit me hard.
I dropped the food I was carrying, reached up on my tip-toes, and told him I loved him. He bent down and kissed me with such earnest passion that it made my knees wobble. Then he pulled back, his nose twitching and his face showing uncertainty.
I realised he had smelled or tasted the residues of Valerie’s elixir on my face. “I have been a naughty girl,” I said, “but I do love you!”
“You said you would only do that if I was there?” He said, raising his eyebrows at me.
“Valerie seduced me. But she said you can watch next time.”
“So you want to try a woman again?” he asked, with a hint of a smile on his lips.
“Not really, but I would do it for you.”
“You really are a naughty little minx, I’m going to have to smack your backside later on.” And he bent to pick up the groceries I had dropped.
Valerie followed us into the lounge, with an impish smile spread across her face.
To be continued…
