It was now a year since Sam and Tom had first hooked up while running, and their initial lust had grown into a deep love. His parents and he still kept in touch with his late fiancé Jen's parents, his Not-quite-in-laws, as he called them. He had visited them, opening up about how he felt about Sam and still did about their late daughter. They were happy that he was now able to create new love, especially with a friend of hers.
For me, Kate, my work was even busier than before, and I was still away at least two of six weeks. I had a few dates since Bruce dumped me, though these soon fizzled out when they knew that, while I would commit to Mr. Right, I wouldn't be Miss Always Available. Working away and paying my way in the Annex meant that, since starting at RF and initially living with Sam and then Tom, I had managed to buy an investment property that I hoped to live in when the time was right. However, having company at home was much nicer than living alone, so I was still there. What I wanted was to eat both the Love and Career cakes, something my friends had very successfully done. But if it was a choice, my Career cake was tastier, and I had gone down a very specialised path that would be hard to change. Not envious of their love, I relished it as he made Sam so happy. I loved Tom as a brother ... and intermittently with a lot of other similar but different benefits from the FBs, though I hoped that someone as loving and caring as Tom would come into my life too.
Periodically, Tom would bring out Jen's engagement ring, which we would admire. He admitted that he hoped it would find a new life on Sam's finger but would need slight rework to symbolise old and new love. They assured me that I was always welcome in the Annexe, and I knew that when I wanted to be alone or had one of my FBs around, which I still did, I could retreat there.
Occasionally, he would head away for up to a week to The Capital for work, leaving Sam and me alone in the house for girls’ time, though sadly our work precluded any really girly time: packs on, .22s on shoulders and a weekend of waging war on bunnies and possums and, sadly, an invading wallaby. Nothing physical happened between us, as we were only playful, as we referred to it, as a group and infrequently at that. He would return with more venison that would get our juices flowing, as I would return from The Pad with local tasties, though the other rivers would remain dry.
He had reworked Jen's engagement ring to have two entwined gold threads, representing her and Sam, running around the ring. One night, while I was out with Steve having our normal hard root, over candles and more of her favourite venison, he had proposed, and she had accepted. On my return, they announced the happy news. There were three new rings on the table with the champagne: two female and one male. Each had the same design: three gold threads entwined, overlapping an orange one. This was our Orange Ring, as we referred to it: the threads were us, bonded by the orange of Jen. She was not forgotten, and we still honoured her on her birthday and her Departure Day, as we called it, being sad she was gone, but remembering her goodness.
Sex with Tom was very enjoyable, though it was a need met, not love or even lust, just a hot and pleasurable act as his cock perfectly filled me. From the beginning, it was sex, not making love. While we were very turned on and extremely horny screwing, it was two, well three, friends screwing, and without the lust that I got from the FBs. I’d never thought of kissing, let alone screwing a girl, until I first kissed Sam when she’d just put his cock onto me. Kissing and then screwing her was a very enjoyable part of our play, but I still didn’t have any urge to try another lady.
Children were something that we all wanted, and I knew they would make great parents. I hoped that I'd have some too, to raise with them, as we were very close friends. I was resigned that I'd need a donor when I was ready. Several times while we were in the spa pool, its bubbles massaging us everywhere and the fairy lights and wine loosening us up, I'd mentioned this.
As always, she was on his lap, and she'd playfully grind deeper. "He's got plenty to share," she said, kissing him and feeling how open I was. "If you ask nicely, he might give you some," kissing him, then me. She detached herself from her love and pulled me over onto him, where he grabbed my bust as I playfully slid onto him and briefly kissed him and wrapped my gap around his filling member. He was never entirely happy being used as a sex toy, so he pushed me off, pivoted me around, grabbed my tits hard, and gave me two hard, filling doggy thrusts, causing me to moan loudly as he briefly filled my pussy with his long, thick cock.
"That might get you: he seems to be able to fill you!" she laughed, kissing him then me as I turned and kissed them in turn.
I knew that it would be an interesting scenario, being knocked up by him naturally, though obviously after she’d been successful post-wedding. But we knew that we'd have to be truthy to everyone else about the process if it happened.
Arriving back from my trip to LA with Kev, I went straight to work, where I spent the day. I arrived home as they were cooking dinner, and they stopped to hug me.
“How was the hot date and the hot spa?” she asked as he opened the wine and turned the hob off.
“Hot date was good: so nice to make love in the spa. And it’s good having a beach nearby,” I said, smiling and thinking of all the times with them in the spa and elsewhere, including the changing room. When we screwed, it was need: I needed a pick-up, and they picked me up. Our kissing was about sex, and the sex was about horny, hot, and very amazing sex, though not lust. While I would always give them the headlines about my dates, which would make us slightly excited, I never went into the details.
“We all need a spa after dinner,” she said, kissing my cheek, then playfully Frenching her love.
Over dinner, we caught up about my time away and what they’d done, though I decided to save the action report for the spa, not that I talked much about the action generally. As we finished, I got out the clothes I’d bought for them, displaying them one at a time, and put them on the sofa. She would look good in the dresses and tops, and he would look good in the tri gear too.
As he put the dishes in the DishDrawer, she shifted the wine and glasses to the spa and set it off. I headed into the garage, stripped, and dumped my dirties into the front-loader, then powered it on.
As I walked naked into the kitchen, they too were now naked, and we headed onto the deck, chatting as usual. He sat in in between us in the spa as he usually did, and we started drinking the wine. The bubbles caressed our bodies and we relaxed. They asked about fun with Kev again. “The place was full of horniness; you could measure it with a meter,” I smiled. “No kids, amazing views; it seemed that after dinner, everyone was going to bang.” I smiled and rubbed my relaxing hole, and I could see her rubbing too and him getting hard.
“The hot tub was nice, but the bubbles aren’t as good as here, and it was brighter lit but still romantic.” I sipped as the lights and bubbles relaxed but lit me up, and I rubbed myself again, seeing her nipples get hard. I wouldn’t normally go into the details, but I was enjoying remembering it. “It was romantic, being in a tub and having a guy kiss and touch me, starting to make me rise as he rose too,” I smiled.
“You two enjoyed the coast, but it seemed hard navigating,” he said.
“Very hard navigating,” I replied, fingering myself as they laughed.
"Twice to find your bearings?" he laughed. "Or bear in?"
She kissed him and reached across to playfully rub my stomach, which I returned. “He’s really good, but I wanted him slow, so I was holding him back when I sat on his lap, grinding my outside and kissing,” making my tits hard and pussy wet.
“You do like the outside,” he said as she leaned over and Frenched me while doing his hard rod. I kissed her and rubbed her tits. She then slid onto his lap so he could grab her from behind.
“Like that, up and down,” I said as he grabbed her boobs, so her opening slid along him, and I rubbed myself hard, wondering when she’d slide in, and I’d leave to finish off. “He took me in the changing rooms too,” and they oohed. “Me trying on those clothes made him so horny, he just had to quickly wrap and take me. I was horny teasing him. I wondered whether he’d do it, and he did, hard and fast, as I rubbed my open pussy, and my tits hardened.
“Sandwiching is more fun,” she said, pulling me onto her lap. I straddled her, sandwiching his hard cock between our pussies, and Frenched her, and I synced my movements with her on his so hard rod. I alternated kissing him and her as we connected at his top and ground on his cock. On our next rise, she reached down and pushed him into me, Frenching hard and grinding on me.
“So good, two hits,” I purred into her kiss. “Different as Kev’s never bare,” I affirmed, though I had been tempted. We ground on his filling cock for two cycles as it gently and completely filled me, then a final one where I ground solely on his glans. At the top, I pushed it out and quickly into her as we leaned over and Frenched him, and she did his peak again before some complete runs. This was still playful for us, albeit verging on the play.
We held on to his base and drank more wine, then taking turns to French, caress and be caressed, and gently grind, and I was really horny, wondering when they would start fully screwing. Normally when we got this far, I would leave so they could cum together. “You’re so generous,” she said, kissing and making love to him again as I rubbed myself. “Are you all in tonight?” she asked, Frenching him, then me, and releasing him from her.
He hard Frenched us in turn. “Doing this with you is the only way in the spa,” and I kissed them back. I made an open fist of my hand and ran it down his cock. “Now he is ready,” I smiled as I simulated putting the condom on. “We are such good friends,” and I Frenched them as we rose on his cock, then she pushed it deep into my waiting hole, and she grabbed my boobs as I clamped onto his hard cock. I felt every inch of him in me as he managed to thrust on me with her in his lap and our pussies touching as we horny-kissed harder, and I moaned louder.
His thickening perfectly sized cock filled me as she ground on me, and I now kissed her as our boobs ground on each other and her pussy on mine. I thrust harder, feeling my orgasm rise as his cock filled my tightness, and I kissed him harder as she kissed my neck. She ground against us harder, causing me to moan and him to grunt. My tongue was deep in his mouth and his in mine as we fucked harder, and I started spasming on his fill. I felt his spasm and I moaned, squeezing harder as she ground harder, starting to orgasm. We went even harder as I clenched his fat cock and he moaned, shooting his cum into my orgasming pussy and peaking me.
I kissed him harder as I quickly fucked my orgasm off, not wanting him to fully come. At the top of the next thrust, I leaned back and pushed him out as she pulled up, and I slid him in, playfully wiggling his thickness into my friend, then latching my now-vacant but cum-filled pussy onto her filled one.
He kissed his love hard, and they started making love fast as I ground on her pussy and kissed her so-hard tits. We started moaning again as we screwed together. I sync’d my grinds in with their thrusts as they Frenched and screwed hard and fast. I knew they would be orgasming together soon, taking me with them. She released his lips and Frenched me hard, with him now doing her neck as we ground fast against each other. My moans, too, increased as I felt myself pulse.
The water was massaging our bodies as we moaned louder and thrust harder, and I Frenched her deeply, sending us all deeper back into Orgasm Country. She moaned loudly and thrust deeply on her love’s love tool, and his massages on her tits increased. He grunted, and I felt his thrusts in her deepen, then slow as they came together, and I rode her hard, reaching the soft apex of another peak.
We sat there, drinking more wine and exchanging kisses under the fairy lights. “Many more orgasms with friends’ help,” I smiled wondering how many I’d had so far, resuming our kisses. We continued chatting about work as we did a lot: sometimes fully clothed, sometimes with him in one of us.
Soon, we were tired from work and the horniness, and we got out and turned the jets off, then put the cover on. We grabbed some towels from the shelf and towelled each other off, playfully kissing and fondling. “Don’t forget, tomorrow is Sai’s Salsa at The Tent,” she reminded us as I headed to the Annexe after our surprising no-reason play. I then texted Pete to confirm he was still on, as sadly Steve, who I’d met at Mex at The Marina, was on dad duty, and he’s a more vigorous dancer, everywhere.
