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Morning was showing its glorious colours through and around the dark blue curtains. Elle was back on her side of the bed and Sherlock fast asleep lying on his back. He looked so serene, without a worry in the world, she found it difficult to take her eyes off him. Nipping quietly to the bathroom she returned hanging her robe on the door. She looked at the time on his mobile. 06:36 it read. He had not stirred a muscle. Slithering back into the bed she purposely placed her body close to his so the passive coolness from her would emanate over him.
Every part of her being wanted to wake him, to love him, but he seemed so contented she had not the heart to awaken him, even with passion. Elle snuggled back down into the covers and, rolling away from him she fell eventually back to sleep.
As she opened her eyes again, what could have been minutes or maybe hours later, but in fact only an hour had passed, she realised she was being roused by a very aroused Sherlock. As soon as her eyes had flickered he had started kissing her all over her face. When she was eventually awake enough to return his kiss he delayed no more and began kissing her breasts first, followed by her neck, her breasts again, her tummy and navel and lower. As the tip of his tongue brushed her clitoris she sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. His tongue navigated its way inside her, causing pleasures beyond belief, blowing her mind.
A few moments later he came back up the bed, planting a loving kiss upon her lips, having licked and nibbled her body to convulsion, his eyes pierced hers as his mouth moved to within kissing distance of hers again. "I told you I wanted to celebrate and you owed me" he whispered. Her hands came to rest either side of his face as she pulled him in for another kiss. Running her lips along his cheek bone she sighed, her lips again touching his, then back down the other cheek bone (not wanting to show favouritism). She ran her fingers again through his dark hair and returned the piercing stare.
"Celebrate away" she murmured, her lips now under his, licking his to encourage a kiss again. Her arms locked around his head and face as his tongue licked her lips as it passed them going into her mouth. She lifted her legs around his thighs and sighed just has he pressed himself firmly inside her. An immediate groan of ultimate pleasure and a smile burst across her face. Her right hand remained in his curls whilst her left ventured along his side and settled on his back around waist height.
He was easing himself deeper into her. Violent moves would not be welcome in this love making. With his left hand he removed her right from his hair, placed it palm-side up on the bed by her face, interlaced his fingers with hers and squeezed. She returned the squeeze. His lips wandered, stroking the middle of her throat, then along her left collarbone then back to her central line before heading down a little until his lips were on her breast. Stretching himself into an awkward but determined position his mouth found her nipple and he suckled passionately.
Lazy but extremely penetrating movements from him were causing her all sorts of wondrous excitement. Her inner muscles again concertinaed up and down his length as they argued with themselves whether to capture or expel Sherlock from within them. This internal turmoil was taking him closer quicker than any actions he was causing himself. Elle seemed to have plunged into an orgasmic state from nearly his moment of entry and was obviously not going to stop any time soon. Now she was starting to fight her own body as well as his, as different sets of muscles were contracting and releasing, burning her up from inside sparking his flames as well until his body joined the fire and he came violently.
This session had been physical yet sensual, stimulating and encouraging one another. It had however been dedicated to seduction and the kissing and touching had been equally important to the quality of the sex between them. Yet, when everything snowballed and Sherlock had joined her crescendo, one thing she had not expected it to be was vocal. She had suddenly, unexpectedly, shrieked out "Oh my God" at the top of her lungs. Like naughty children they had both pulled the covers high over them trying to muffle the sound (this was the last thing they needed as they were both so hot already), even though the words had already escaped the room. They cuddled and relaxed together, laughing, talking, breathing regulating steadily, bodies calming.
John smiled at them both when they walked into the kitchen, but did not make any comment to them about what he had or had not heard from outside their room, but did ask what his guests preferred for breakfast, then after discussion placed six thick slices of bread under the grill so they became rounds of cheese on toast for four.
Over the night period Mary had obviously finally forgiven John for his crude words the evening before and they were all happiness and light around one another again, kissing as Mary had got up from the table to fetch the coffee. Elle, however, wanted to be sure before any further games were suggested so she made an innocent enquiry of Mary quietly as she passed pots for the dishwasher and gathered mugs for the coffee in their sizeable kitchen.
"Are you and John ok? You seemed a little constrained and unhappy last night."
"I don't know why but John's comment about you, I mean, 'eating' Sherlock, really upset me. It was so rude, and so out of character for him, it wound me up like a spring, then I could not relax until we had talked, well, he talked, I shouted, about it. I know neither you nor Sherlock gave it a second thought and both seemed to dismiss it without embarrassment but it distressed me for some reason."
"I am sorry. Were you aware John had walked in on Sherlock and I at Baker Street a while back whilst I was under the covers, [cough] eating?"
"Yes, he told me at the time. He also explained that a flashback of that very moment had suddenly entered his head last night, and he had spoken before realising what he was saying."
"Don't worry about it. Between us I don't want anything about sex to be off the table, at least as far as discussion, further if we are all willing to participate. We are all obviously good for one another, from the point of view of friendship, and fulfilling sexual fantasies. We are living the dream Mary. A lot of couples would like a second couple they could share these kind of moments with and never will because they cannot or dare not approach their friends. I know what we have is not unique but it is amazing."
"I agree. Do you have anymore ideas for us to share?"
"Well, actually, yes. Sherlock and I were talking about one last night. For the four of us again."
"Wow. Some time this weekend?"
"Yes, if you want to. We need to spend some time together, just relaxing first. Make sure you and John are ok with one another again."
"We are ok. He came into the en suite this morning all sheepish, with his tail between his legs, so to speak, then he joined me in the shower..." she smiled reflectively.
"With his tail between yours..." Elle bit down on her own bottom lip, realising she had just done exactly the same kind of thing as John had the night before. She tried to keep her face passive and was about to apologise, but was smirking behind her bitten lip. Mary suddenly burst into fits of laughter, and they continued laughing back to the table with the coffee, mugs, spoons, milk and sugar, Elle saying sorry through all the chortling.
"What has made you two giggle so much?" John enquired.
"Just something Elle said. John, I'm sorry I was angry with you yesterday." She put the coffee pot on a mat on the table - Elle had carried the rest in on a tray - then went over and kissed her husband deeply.
Cups of coffee were poured and drank, and more laughter between the four of them. Mary was the first up from the table, gathering things from her freezer then fridge and putting them into a cool bag, then fetching a rucksack, attaching its matching ground-blanket roll to the bottom, putting the cool bag in the rucksack, adding a few more bits and leaning the lot against the wall.
"Planning something?"
"Yes John, some air, for all of us. Come on, it looks lovely out there. I think Spring has finally arrived in earnest."
The four of them put on trainers and jackets, Mary and John led the way back on to Hampstead Heath, John wearing the rucksack. They wandered around taking in the fresh air and the scenery, with all the beautiful fresh leaves open and flowers everywhere, the Heath was busy and people were all laughing and enjoying the best British sunshine and warmest temperatures for some months, on a May Bank Holiday weekend - usually unheard of in the UK!
Finally the four found somewhere quiet to settle. John rolled the blanket out and they all sat on a corner each, enjoying people watching and the general sights and smells of a fresh Spring day. Mary opened the cool bag and extracted four bottles, two of lager, a bottle opener, a cloudy lemonade for herself and a dandelion and burdock for Elle, all extremely cold still as they had snuggled next to an ice block and a small bag of crushed ice. Both girls added a little of the ice to their drinks.
After finishing their drinks and collecting the bottles up ready for recycling, Mary revealed her next surprise. Out of the front zip pocket of the rucksack she extracted a ring-form frisbee. The four of them played for an hour or so, taking it in turns to sit out, playing tag or just throwing and catching generally. Whilst John and Sherlock continued to play Mary and Elle both rested back on the blanket looking up at the fine wisps of cloud as they danced across a what seemed endless blue sky.
"This was a good idea Mary" Elle sighed. "It is beautiful out here today."
"You don't have to go far to feel you are miles from any city and yet we are still in the heart of London. I really do love this place. Do you fancy a paddle? There are lakes you can walk or swim in if you do."
"That sounds wonderful. Let the boys finish their game, then we will see if they want to stay here or if they want to come too. One problem, what about drying afterwards?"
"I have a couple of those mini micro-fibre towels in the rucksack for that. One between two of us should be enough, just for feet. Gosh. I had not noticed before but your feet are smaller than mine, and I am quite a bit shorter than you."
"I wear a size four, or 37 European and am 5' 6", whatever that equates to in metres I can never remember."
"I'm 5' 3" but my shoe size is five or 39. You are fractionally shorter than John. His shoes are size eight - quite big for a small guy. How tall is Sherlock?"
"Just over six feet. Shoes? I noticed they aren't particularly big but I'm not sure of his size."
At that point in this diverse conversation the two men came and crammed themselves on what little bit of the blanket was exposed near the girls.
"It is really warm now. Mary, do we have another drink in there, or does anyone fancy an ice cream?"
"An ice cream sounds a good idea John. What about a walk through the Heath? You two fancy anything, other than each other of course?"
"An ice lolly of some kind would be good for me, something fruity. Sherlock?"
"I'm fine thanks. I don't want a drink or an ice cream at the moment, thank you. A walk further through the Heath would be great though. It seems even warmer just sitting down."
"What size shoes do you wear Sherlock?" Mary enquired.
"Nine - why?"
"We were just talking about feet and realised neither of us knew what shoe size you were that's all. Let's head towards the lakes. We can paddle if it is not too manic." The four of them gathered their coats and belongings and walked towards one of the numerous lakes within the confines of the Heath. There were a lot of people about but there was plenty of space to paddle so off came shoes and socks, jeans rolled up and feet placed in very cold water. It felt refreshing but it was too cold to stay in long which explained why there seemed to always be space at the side of the lakes for people to do just that. Only the ultimately brave - or stupid - would be swimming in there today.
John spotted an ice cream van. They all towelled off their feet and replaced their shoes and socks, and he fetched fruit lollies for the girls and an ice cream for himself, confirming with Sherlock he still did not want anything sweet. They found another secluded place to sit and, rolling out the blanket again, relaxed in the shade of a large beech tree. The dappled shade being more cool than they were previously, Mary handed Sherlock a second lager as requested and he drank that as the others enjoyed their ices.
Both John and Mary at some point looked as though they were going to ask Elle something, then had thought better of it. She just enjoyed her sweet treat, cooling her mouth and throat in the process. After finishing his lager Sherlock rested right back, closing his eyes and listening to the bird song all around them, letting his brain and mind drift away into nearly undisturbed blankness. A beautiful smile burst across his face.
"Penny for them" Elle whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek as she leaned close to him.
"I just realised I could be arrested if we were actually doing what I was thinking, in a public place like this. Though it is lovely to feel the warm air on the skin." His voice was quiet, not even audible to Mary and John.
"What were you thinking?"
"How fundamentally ridiculous it is to be jealous of an ice lolly!" A couple of lifts of his eyebrows and a silly grin had supplanted his passive expression.
"Oh, you rat." Elle finished her lolly, demonstrably crushing the last mouthful noisily with her teeth.
"Are you two about ready to head back to the house?" Mary's timing was, as ever, impeccable.
"Ooo, yeah" exclaimed Sherlock, jumping up from the ground and pulling Elle to her feet in the process. They gathered their belongings and the blanket, carrying their jackets, and headed for the Watsons' home. Sherlock and Elle walked with their arms around each other, chatting away, leaving a sizeable gap between them and Mary and John ahead. Sherlock suddenly stopped beside a lamp post, leaned Elle against it and gave her an incredibly lavish and erotic kiss, rubbing his body and obvious erection extensibly against her groin, pushing his tongue deeply into her mouth.
"Wow" she whispered as their lips parted. "Now that proves feet and cock size have no correlation!" They walked a little faster to catch up to be behind Mary and John as they opened the door into their home.
Sherlock headed straight upstairs to the bathroom, having drunk two mugs of coffee and two bottles of lager since last being in there. Elle followed fractionally later, gathering her hair as she went so she could fasten it with the band she left on her bedside table. As Sherlock entered the bedroom Elle closed the door, dropped to her knees, undid his fly, pushed him against the wall, lifted his hard cock into her mouth and sucked him, taking him all the way in a matter of moments, solely orally, swallowing the seed he released.
"What... the effing hell... was that?" he panted.
"What you wanted and what I needed, I think."
"Christ, Elle, I wish you would warn me at least."
"I didn't know it was going to happen until you walked in here. If you had headed downstairs without detouring in here I would have nipped to the loo myself after you and followed you down."
"But I did detour, and you flew at me without warning, then sucked the hell out of me."
"I just guessed that's what you meant when you said you were jealous of an ice lolly, the fact I was sucking it. From that moment on I have been able to think of little else than sucking you, to the point of near orgasm, then you stopped us in the street for that amazing kiss. Sherlock, I could have taken you there and then."
"We had better head down or John and Mary will suspect we are up to something in here."
"They would be right then, wouldn't they? You go, I still need the loo."
Sherlock headed downstairs, checking his fly, then fluffing his fingers through his hair, hoping he did not look like a man who had just been voraciously sucked off.
"Are you and Elle ready for something to eat Sherlock?" asked John.
"Shortly, she's in the bathroom. What's your thinking?"
"We could order in, else we have some lovely fresh asparagus for something lighter, if there is anything you fancy with that?"
"Yes - asparagus and something will be enough for me as I am not excessively hungry so just a light bite would be more than ample."
Elle re-entered the room, looking refreshed rather than flushed. John put a similar query to her he had asked Sherlock. "How hungry are you Elle? We were thinking of asparagus and something. One of neighbours grows his own on his allotment, and had a bumper crop, so gave us a couple of bunches. It only lasts a few weeks and goes woody very quickly if uncut so we were more than happy to take some off him. Would you like some? If so, any bright ideas what with?"
"I love asparagus, yes please, especially if it is that fresh. My favourite thing to have it with is a soft poached egg and some cold ham or something for a different texture and temperature."
Having agreed on asparagus and soft poached eggs, it was eaten along with a quarter of an avocado each, as there was no cold meat in the house and everyone liked the idea of something cold on the plate, plus some crispy panchetta, which all turned out to be a match made in heaven.
It was more than enough and the four of them, drinks in hand, settled down to talk whilst they sat on the sofa. Sherlock was never still. He was always stroking Elle: touching her arm, her neck, moving or playing with her ponytail, running his hand across her leg, hanging his arm around her shoulders or just sitting with his hand on her back, he seemed incapable of relaxing without his hand somewhere on her anatomy.
The sky was dark now and John too was getting fidgety. There was obviously something on his mind. As he got up to fetch some drinks he seemed very distracted and Mary asked him what was wrong. "I feel hugely turned on. It seems my body has gone into overdrive just being around you two, hoping we will experience something as a foursome again."
Elle responded. "In that case John I think we should forget about the drinks. I suggest we take some water with us, get ready for bed and all meet in one room."
"All four together? [Elle nodded assent to Mary] Let's make it ours then. I know how compliant we all are but I think it would be better not to squeeze into the double in the spare room. Ours is a kingsize." The plan was agreed, Elle and Sherlock would join Mary and John in their room shortly after a freshen up and teeth and hair brushing duties.
"Do you think John and Mary will expect you to lead on this again Elle?" enquired Sherlock as they dried themselves after their shower.
"I would imagine so, and hope so too. Did we not have the idea about taking their reins?"
"Yes, that's right. You want me to puppet Mary though, you said, and you John?"
"Yes, giving us all an insight into what we each want and enjoy. Just don't think about it too much or we will all feel too self-conscious to suggest anything."
"What do we do whilst we are puppeteering? Are we going to be either side of them?"
"I think it would be better if we are on the same side of the bed, then as things move on we can start pulling each other's strings, as well as theirs." Wearing pyjamas, they went across to John and Mary's room.
"Any preference which side you want to be?" Mary asked after the second couple knocked on the door and entered the dimly-lit bedroom.
"None at all" assured Elle. John and Mary shuffled to the right side of the bed as viewed from being on it, and Sherlock and Elle walked around the bed and removed their pyjama tops, Sherlock stealing a small kiss on Elle's breasts before sliding under the covers.
"What shall we do Elle?" asked Mary half breathlessly.
"Sherlock and I are going to puppet you two." They nodded, seemingly to like this idea, having done the same at Baker Street but with them puppeteering on that previous occasion. "However, as a step change, we have decided that I will direct you John, and Mary, your instruction will come from Sherlock."
Both wide-eyed at this small twist on a proven plan, all was agreed.
"Lie on your side John" Elle started. "Put your hand on Mary's face then glide it slowly down her body. Let your fingers caress her nipples gently. Now, slowly roll on to your back."
"Respond Mary. Touch your face against John's. Run your hand across his chest to his war wound. Kiss the wound, then return and kiss his lips. Make him take your tongue into his mouth."
"Run your fingers through her hair. Gently. Better. Take her kiss. Take it deeply. Enjoy the intensity of your lover's touch." Sherlock smiled at Elle. He felt sure she could make describing putting the dishwasher on sound seductive. "Finger tips only, run both hands softly and gradually down her back."
"Time to move. Traverse down his body slowly. Kiss his nipples. Keep your tongue in contact with his skin and move towards his navel. Now, circle his navel with your tongue then blow gently, cooling his dampened skin."
"Relax John. Stay in the moment and out of your mind and try not to second guess what might be about to happen. You may miss something else if you do."
"Place a hand on the inside of his thigh. Slide your hand slowly and steadily down towards his knee. Let a finger circle his knee cap, now bring your hand back up his inner thigh slowly as you slide yourself lower down the bed. Kiss the root of his cock. Run your tongue all the way up to the tip. Kiss him. Dampen your lips, cup his balls - they want to join this party too - now slide your mouth down him. Move your hand now to hold him. Go deeper down him. As deep as you dare. Tighten your lips then withdraw back up to the tip. Kiss him again. Slide your hand up and down him behind your lips. Now repeat the action, a little faster, not rushed, and love him. Let your tongue caress every inch of his shaft. Enjoy it. If you are, he most certainly will be." Sherlock took a deep breath and rolled on to his back, smiling. To Elle this had sounded like magic, his baritone voice intoxicated her. Mary continued without further instruction.
As Elle started to direct John again, in a soft, ghostly whisper, she slid her hand inside the top of Sherlock's pyjama bottoms and lowered them over his hips, then removed her own and deftly discarded both pairs using her feet. As she directed one male she intuitively took a soft grip of her lover's phallus and began caressively stroking and gently stimulating him with a meritorious hand job.
"Don't just accept all this attention. Roll her over, she is taking too much of an advantage. Start as you mean to go on. A deep kiss on her lips. Try and keep your tongue or at least one hand in contact with her skin at all times. Move down the bed. Suckle at her breast. Harder. Now the other one, there is no room for favouritism in this camp. Slide your hand down her body. Keep your kisses one step behind your fingers. Explore her navel with your finger. Place your head on her tummy and listen for that heartbeat echoing throughout her form. Let it talk to you. Is it beating faster? Yes, then she is ready for you, but you must be sure. Move your mouth to her navel, kiss it, dampen the skin, blow a cool breath across it. Gently slide one finger down over her pubic bone and between her folds. Touch that elusive clitoris and understand her reaction. She moves to you, she is receptive and wants you to touch more. If she jerks away, she is either over-sensitised already or your touch was too hard." Mary moved involuntarily towards John.
This seemed almost crazy, giving sex instruction to a doctor, but the pair of them were so into the whole process they did not seem to care. "Your middle finger is her second best friend, slide it carefully inside her. Concentrate on what her body is telling you. Is she swollen already? [John nodded, not removing his lips from Mary] Good, then she wants you as much as you want her now. Damp too? Good. Time to make a choice. Only you two know how much Mary likes oral. If yes, slide further down the bed and let your tongue trace the line from her clitoris inside her. If not, keep your tongue or your free hand on her body and move back up the bed until you can plant a loving kiss on her lips. Remove your finger slowly and take your cock and guide it carefully into her..."
Elle's voice trailed off. Her mind now directed to the man in her hand. She released her grip. "Wow" whispered Sherlock with his mouth close to her ear, as he slid his own middle finger inside Elle. "That was sensational." Was he talking about her description, or what she had been doing to him? Either way Sherlock was very aroused and started to slide down the bed. He knew Elle enjoyed oral, but she lifted his face and shook her head. He smiled, reading her desires as if they were words inscribed on her eyes. Re-aligning his frame between her legs, piercing her eyes with his own, his lips found hers, his tongue tickled inside her mouth as he found his angle and pushed himself inside her, receiving a moan of utter delight.
All four bodies were taking shallow breaths, as the two men penetrated the depths of their women completely oblivious to what the other couple were doing. John's rhythm was formulaic but effective. He was taking his wife to an extreme high, controlling his own orgasm to ensure she was there with him. Sherlock, on the other hand, was less structured. He would set a shallow rhythm then change to a few really deep thrusts, returning to the original pattern again, so there was no second guessing what was happening from one moment to the next for Elle.
Time passed and a shriek of pleasure and a grunt of fulfilment confirmed to Sherlock's left Mary and John had both climaxed, and almost simultaneously. They suddenly went quiet, just heavy breathing from both of them, as they kissed and began to unwind themselves. That half of the bed at least was now calm.
By now, Sherlock and Elle were hitting top gear. Elle was fighting him every step of the way, using her muscles against him as he worked himself inside her. All control left the pair as his hand closed around her throat and he pumped her eight or nine times as hard as he could, fucking her, expelling an enormous roar as her legs tightened on him and she returned his medicine, ramming him back with equal noise and ferociously too. Her legs wrapped tighter still as their bodies started to shudder and shake together and he forced a kiss on her, intensifying more and more for around half a minute, when lips parted, he released her throat, her legs relaxed and she swore at him loudly.
"You bastard. Damn you Sherlock. God, that was extraordinary!"
"Holy crap. What the hell are you on? I gave you... oh... no..."
"What?" She had asked the question but she knew the answer. His eyes closed, face screwed up and he started to shake and shudder again. A loud gasp then groan as his head fell against her shoulder. "Now you are just showing off" she murmured near his ear, running her fingers through his sweated curls, as he smiled, all his weight bearing down on her, his lips charging hers with a substantial and gratifying kiss.
"Twice Sherlock? Twice?" Now even the doctor in the bed was impressed or just disbelieving. "Bloody hell, no wonder you have it off so often if that's a sample of what you two can achieve." As the second pair started to finally calm John spoke of how their directions had intensified all that was usually great about their sex life. Both had thought it intriguing they had turned the tables on who was puppeteering whom. "It definitely sounded more erotic being instructed by a woman, but I guess because you knew what you would want, you guided me to do that for Mary."
"And vice versa" agreed Mary. "Until tonight I never appreciated what sensual voices you both have. Additionally, hearing what is about to happen is so exhilarating because of the anticipation. I loved the fact you told John to stay with me in the moment in case his brain was rushing ahead."
"Sherlock and I had a situation once where he admitted when I had got to his nipples his brain had been a few steps ahead and so I could have done anything in that in-between time, before reaching the destination he was thinking of I mean, and he would have been none the wiser. That is why. We wanted to make sure he was with you just at the point John's full focus would have shifted elsewhere."
"And the inside of the thighs is a very erogenous zone, for me anyway ["Me too" John agreed] so it was nice to give it some time in the spotlight. It was also a diversionary tactic. I know I love it when Elle touches me there."
"You described and instructed that blow job quite wonderfully Sherlock. I think I understand now what you and Elle love about it so much." Mary sounded in awe of the other couple.
"Yes" agreed John grinning. "You give great head Sherlock!" They all laughed. "When you two started I thought you would begin with a blow job too."
"We couldn't" said Elle unapologetically. "At the time we started I was still directing you, and your instructions would have been a lot less clear, and anyway, my Mother taught me not to speak with my mouth full." Smiles then more laughter filled the bed. Elle leaned over and kissed Mary on the cheek, then reached for John. His kiss met her lips. "Good night John" Elle said winking.
"Good night. Thanks" he said, almost embarrassed. "Good night Sherlock." Sherlock acknowledged his friend with a nod and a wink as he picked up his pyjamas and walked out the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He followed Elle across the hall to their bedroom.
"Want a shower first? Just a quickie?" Elle agreed and they each in turn rinsed down then dried off before getting into bed. Cuddling into one another they were soon sleeping soundly.
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