," she said with such sultriness, I thought I'd cum right there!
Her now-oozing vulva slid over my hardness easily, her hips picking up the pace, her head hanging down, as she was lost in her own little story.
"Are you going to fuck yourself, Emily?" I rasped, fondling her tits harder.
"I'm...I'm going to...fuck...us both, darling," she breathed, as she teased us both, her slushy labia split with my hard shaft. I loved watching her please herself, rubbing the head of my cock on her clit, her hips moving faster with every pass. We looked at each other, and smiled. Emily lifted her hips, grasped my cock, put it at her entrance, and slid down on the thick pole, pushing the breath from her lungs. "FUCK! TOM!" she gasped, holding her impaled body on me.
She looked at me, wide-eyed, her breasts heaving, and slowly lifted herself up my rod. She held onto my stomach for support, and brought herself down, slowly, onto my cock. Her face shone with a beautiful smile. She was so happy with herself. I gently pulled her nipples, her head looking down at my fingers.
"This...this is...so...so good, darling," she chuckled to herself.
Her body looked so supple, as she slid gracefully on my prick, her hips flexed across my shaft, nimble and full.
I lifted my pelvis up, meeting her every urgent push. She grabbed my upper arms, pinning them down, as she fucked me. I lifted my forearm, holding hers. "Fuck me, baby," I whispered.
Her heavy lunges grabbed my cock, her muscles squeezing my shaft. As she took my manhood, her ass moved back and forth, every gasp bringing her closer.
"Do it, Ems. Cum on my cock, darling. C'mon...I'm going to fill you, baby. You ready for cum, hmm?" I teased, my words searing into her.
"Fuck...Tom...fuck...you...God, yes...ohhhhh, Tom!" she shrieked, getting closer.
I pulled my arms away from her tight grip, and grasped her breasts, raising them up, tweaking her nipples, as she convulsed on me, her cum gushing from her cunt, sliding down my rigid pole. I let loose a torrent of my lively sperm deep inside her, the warm stream setting her off on another crashing orgasm. We moved with each other, our bodies in sync. I loved her animated face when she came, her neck almost bugling, eyes ablaze, and her breasts swelling with every gush of her slippery secretions.
She fell onto my chest, her damp hair on my face. Her hips continued to slide along my shaft, the hardness mostly gone by now. My hand travelled down her back, gently holding her tepid butt.
"Mmmm," she groaned. "I do love your hands on me, Tom. Especially my ass," she giggled.
"And I love my hands on your ass, Ems. Either holding you, or spanking you," I chuckled.
"Don't think we haven't noticed THAT, Tom," she laughed. "You really are an ass guy, eh?" she asked.
"All of you, darling. It's just easier to swat your butt, that's all," I shirked.
"Christ, Tom. You are probably the sexiest, most sensuous guy I have ever known. I only hope you stay this way after our 'honeymoon' period. If not, you'll hear about it from both of us!" she seriously laughed.
"I think that's a conversation we'll never be having. You two are going to keep me on my toes!" I said.
"You betcha, Tom," she sighed, and held me tighter.
We lazed about on this beautiful Sunday morning, comfortable in each other's arms.
"So, breakfast? We can either have it here, or walk into town? Any preference?" I asked. "Cafes and restaurants are open, but shops won't be 'til ten. Just a little quirk about living here," I snickered.
"Why not have it here, then. We can eat, then pop back up and pack. We'll be ready
when we get back from our walk then," she suggested.
"So, as long as we have a little time to shower?" I asked.
"God, yes! But, how about a bath? We really need one of these in the new house, Tom!" she cooed.
We had a quick hour-long bath, touching, laughing, playing, and talking. Emily chose her underwear for the day, and coyly asked me to dress her. She picked out a lovely, floral-printed dress, the neckline perilously close to not containing her breasts. She pulled it off beautifully. We headed out, walking along the river in moments, the sun high enough to burn off the haze. We had our cameras around our necks, shooting each other as much as the surroundings. I felt guilty I hadn't connected with Ben and Elaine. I'd make it up to them somehow.
I thought that I should discuss with Chrissie and Emily about bringing them into the fold, so to speak. I thought they'd be shocked, yes, but also supportive. Ben and I had few secrets, and we had undoubtedly connected, almost like brothers, over the last two-plus years. I felt a few allies wouldn't go amiss over here!
Emily bought two t-shirts for the kids, the usual tourist tat, but it was a nice gesture that they would appreciate. We headed back to the hotel, the taxi booked for half-eleven. This certainly was a flying visit!
We flew through passport control, and security, and were in our seats with time to spare. Emily chose the window seat again, scanning the green countryside as we took off. As we took off, she turned to me and whispered, "Thank you, Tom. I can't wait to start our lives here, together," she wistfully said.
Chapter 78
Going Home
We sat, our hands entwined, and reminisced about the last few days, excited about our futures. It was sad, and exciting to leave, but knowing that the die had finally been cast, felt right. Ems laid her head on my shoulder with a contented smile. We talked about what she wanted from her future with us, what she needed from her job, and how she felt this would all play out.
"You know, Tom," she began, "when this all started, I hoped that you would still let me have some contact with Chrissie. I know, given our past, that this wasn't a given. We've known each other for over five years, so she's been a big part of my life. Now that you know our history, I wasn't sure you'd want me around, but when you eventually understood us both and accepted me, I was quite taken aback. Not every man would do that, Tom. You saw this side of your sister that you had no idea about, but still, your love for her never waned. You accepted, and came to terms with who she was; instead of trying to change her. That's when I knew how special you were, and how right she had been all along," she sighed.
"I don't mind saying, it was tough. I guess I had this idea of who she was, and never thought about her complexity. I never saw her that way. Sure, I had two choices to make, either stay or leave. I was concerned that your attraction to me was mainly to be close to Chrissie. I wasn't sure how committed you were, to be honest. I'm glad you've proved me wrong, darling. I know that divorce throws up all sorts of emotions we have never been through. I'm just glad we're not your rebound. I don't pick that up from you, darling. I love your commitment to us, and ours to you. I only hope that we are always enough for you," I reasoned.
"My goodness, Tom. If I can't find what I need with you two, there's NO chance for me then!" she giggled. "It's still so overwhelming, and breathtaking how much you want me, and not just the sex, Tom! I couldn't be happier with my life," she sighed, and pulled my lips to hers. "I guess we have to behave since we still have a return flight, eh?" she smiled.
We talked about the books we were reading, argued over the merits of some genres of photography, and relaxed with each other. We both dozed off, but woke with our fingers woven together. We landed around five, and made our way to the car. We couldn't wait to get home, even though we savoured our time together. It seemed that Chrissie was the linchpin that held us all together. I understood that, as it was her who had relationships with us both. I don't think Chrissie knew, or was even aware of, her position, not that it mattered.
I called the house as soon as we cleared customs. Emily and I were thrilled to hear her voice, as much as Chrissie was happy to listen to ours. We finally pulled in around seven, everyone running from the house to welcome us home. Chrissie ran towards me, and jumped into my arms, hugging and kissing me. Emily had two kids to contend with, clutching and grabbing her legs. We held our bags, and walked in, hand in hand. Chrissie and Emily embraced as soon as the front door was closed. It was more of a homecoming than I had expected!
