A Chance Encounter. Part six revised.

A Chance Encounter. Part Six. We went off, John, Carol, Sally and myself, to what was fast becoming our favourite restaurant for dinner that evening. It was in a small village, one main street, on the old road between Mazarron and the city of Murcia. Here, you could, if you wished, see your steak, or chicken, being cooked over a real charcoal fire before being served up just as you ordered. Again, it was a lovely meal and we didn?t mind that the journey time was just over twenty minutes away from home. Even though we?d been living in Spain now for several years, we still hadn?t got into their habit of dining late in the evenings. We would still turn up as the restaurant opened at eight o?clock and didn?t, because of this hour, have to book in advance, though if you wanted to eat later, then a booking was necessary. Because of the ambience of the place, we still stayed and had a coffee and brandy, outside in the courtyard, because of John and myself wanting a cigarette after such a wonderful meal. Mind you, it was still coffee and brandy when we got back to our house, all feeling relaxed but charged up with what would be our dessert in a very short time. Sally broke the ice on this. ?You were right about that bed Carol,? she said. ?There?s that much more room to move about, and that?s why I?m using it tonight.? John looked at me as I looked at Carol and I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Sally giving a smirk at seeing the heads turn in different directions. ?So if John?s ready,? she said as she stood up and put out her hand, ?I can now have him christen the bed with me.? She gave both Carol and me a sweet smile that held, well to my mind, a touch of malicious humour in her remark. John had a smirk on his face as he stood up and took her hand and Carol and I watched them leave the lounge. ?I think we?ve just been put in our place,? I said to Carol. ?Why did you tell her about the new bed?? ?I?m sorry. It just came out when we were talking on the flight back,? she said, and at least, she had a contrite expression on her face as she said this. ?I?ll make it up to you,? she said as she slipped off her chair and came in between my legs and began to stroke my growing erection hidden inside my trousers. Not only did she stroke it, but pulled down the zipper and pulled it out isveçbahis and took the pulsating head into her mouth. I gave out a groan but would rather have her doing it upstairs on the other bed and so I pushed her head off mine and managed to get to my feet, pulling her up at the same time. We kissed when she was standing up and ground her hips up to mine, scratching the head of my cock against her skirt. ?Oh God, I want you Bob,? she breathed in my ear. ?Please, take me upstairs now and fuck me.? I wanted her too and it didn?t take any dragging to get her up the stairs and into the upper floor bedroom. Our clothes were quickly off and both of us falling onto the bed, naked, and my cock sliding straight up inside her. Her legs coming up to grip my waist as she sucked me in and began to hump herself on the bed while I hung on as she fucked herself to an orgasm. I hadn?t even moved myself as she gave out a muted scream at her coming, just hanging on in there till she came to a stop, already covered in sweat as she pulled my head down to kiss me. ?God, I love you Bob,? she gasped out into my ear. ?I think I?m coming to love you more than John.? This jolted me for this was the last thing I wanted to hear. Well as I was now really loving John, I didn?t want to break this up by her falling in love with me. I was quite happy to love Sally while loving John, but not to the extent of her breaking up from John because of this, this infatuation. ?No Carol, no!? I cried out. ?You cannot! You mustn?t! I love Sally. I love John, and I love you but I keep them all separate as you must do. I love all three of you and for you to try and do, or go further, would only break up the loving relationship that we have built up between us. Can you see what I?m saying?? She was now still beneath me, my cock up hard inside her, the pulsation and twitching of this I couldn?t control, probably the same with her internal muscles doing the same. ?Let?s continue loving what we are doing now but still let us both love John in our own way. Don?t break this up by going overboard. Do you understand what I?m saying?? ?Yes Bob,? she said in a low voice. ?I do, but I can?t help what I feel inside me, in both senses of the word. But?but it?s you I want inside me, as you are now, more than John.? ?Oh isveçbahis giriş Christ Carol! Don?t tear us all apart by saying any of this to John or Sally. I love you as I do the other two, so let?s keep everything in perspective and then we can carry on like this for God knows how long,? and then began to move myself in and out of her, bringing her up to another orgasm and me finally coming into that sweet little cave that I liked fucking as much as that of Sally and the tighter one of John, not wanting to lose any of them. To sort of finish off this dialogue that we?d had, I did, at a later time, ask John if he would give up Carol if I gave up Sally so that just the two of us could live and have sex together for all time? It was asked obliquely as a pure hypothesis and his answer was an unequivocal yes. So it was me put into the quandary but I wouldn?t budge in giving up either Sally and Carol just for John, even though I loved having him fuck me and of me fucking him. But, I was at this present time, stuck up inside Carol, and loving to feel her vaginal muscles play their little symphony along the length of my shaft and so began to fuck her and give her the pleasure that we both desired and the relief that I needed. What a coming together! Her second one to my first, and it was an exciting and agreeable coming together. She had bucked up for the second time, but with me now coming at the same time as she did. She cried out as I pulled out and flopped over onto my back, which didn?t stop her from rolling over to slobber over my still hard upright erection, to take it into her mouth to suck out the residue that was left inside my prick. She and John were alike in this respect; the sucking of the organ that had just given them pleasure, but I also fell into that category, for it was the finale of a successful coupling. We had sex the next morning, both of us top to tail and sucking at each other till we came. I went downstairs quietly and peeped into the master bedroom and saw Sally on her knees, giving John a wakeup call, sucking on his erection. This gave me another erection and I followed it to the front door and let K9 out to do his business and went and put the kettle on. I smoked a cigarette while the water was coming to the boil and Sally must have heard isveçbahis yeni giriş the front door open and came into the dining room in her bath robe and gave me a kiss. ?Sleep well?? I asked, returned the kiss. ?Like a log. That bed?s marvellous. she said. I made four coffees and she took two through to the other bedroom as I took two upstairs. My erection had subsided whilst I smoked my cigarette but it came up again as I saw Carol stretched out on the bed with her legs wide open and a big smile on her face. The coffee was almost cold by the time we got to drink it. They stayed for breakfast and then went off to their house while Sally saw to changing the sheets of both beds and got them into the washing machine * It was on the Thursday morning that Sally popped her head into what was our second downstairs bedroom that I had turned into an office of sorts. ?Just popping out for a few minutes. I?ll take K9 with me so you won?t have to worry about him,? she said. I gave her a wave of my hand in acknowledgement as I was at that point studying a significant change in the stock market. It was my habit to work every morning on the Internet, better and cheaper now that we had a telephone land line. When we?d first moved in, I had to work through a radio phone to keep my work going and we only got the land line after two years of waiting. I didn?t learn as to where she had gone and why till Friday lunchtime. * ?You?re early,? I said to John when he turned up at midday on Friday, casting a glance towards Sally who was in the kitchen. ?Sally asked me yesterday to come over for lunch,? John said. ?But she doesn?t go dog walking till four and that?s the time Carol finishes work,? I hissed at him. ?Hello John,? said Sally coming out from the kitchen. ?Beer?? ?Er, yes please Sally.? ?Bob?? ?Yes please. You didn?t tell me that you?d invited John over for lunch,? I said. ?Didn?t I?? she said, getting some beers from the fridge. ?I thought I did. Pilchards or tuna John? It?s just a salad lunch.? ?Oh, ah, pilchards please,? he said as I waved him to a seat at the table. Sally came in with the plates and a bowl of salad and then followed up with a plate of bread and butter and a dish of pilchards and sat down with us. It was only after our meal and we were having coffee that I found out what she had had in mind the day before, and the reason for John coming round for lunch. ?Carol told me about the new bed and what you three had got up to on it while I was away,? she said, and stopped me from interrupting her.