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Thursday came and Elle reminded Mrs Hudson that she and Sherlock were visiting Sherlock's family, and that they may be away for the whole holiday week. Sherlock had explained the situation to Lestrade and said after the Wednesday, if they had a very interesting case he could call him, but not before. It was important to him his family could spend time with Elle.
Elle and Sherlock talked happily and openly together whilst they pulled together everything they needed for potentially more than a week away. Elle was trying to decide when would be right to mention she intended to live with Sherlock to her house mates. He said he was sure the most appropriate moment would avail itself naturally. She also had something she needed to broach with Sherlock, about sleeping arrangements during their stay at both Kew and Hampshire.
She wondered how Sherlock felt about the possibility of making love to her under his parents' roof. He explained he had already put his argument to his father about them sharing when he spoke to him about their stay previously so hoped they would make love with impunity, and now the spare bedroom was going to be occupied anyway by John and Mary. Glad he had mentioned them she also spoke about something she felt she ought to say to the Watsons but wanted to speak to him about first. After explaining, Sherlock said he was happy for her to make the suggestion.
Bags were packed and Mary and John arrived late morning as there was no case for the boys that day and neither Watson was on duty at the Practice. They prepared lunch and sat talking in the kitchen with a bottle of red wine and very tasty lasagne, made by Mary and Elle together. All of a sudden Elle smiled and had that something on her mind to say.
"John, you met Kaye and Em very briefly, at the same time as Sherlock did, but Mary hasn't and none of you have met Ben and Tony. I think I'd better give you a little heads up. [They all looked at her interested, Sherlock calm.] They have a very close relationship, like we do, though, actually, even closer, physically anyway. [This was difficult to explain out loud but better they know now, she thought.] Although Ben is Em's partner and Tony Kaye's I learned, a long time ago, that they have a very intimate relationship between the four of them. They swap partners. They are very open about their sexuality, just so you know."
"Did they ever invite you to join them, you know, before you knew Sherlock?" asked John tentatively.
"My girl friends intimated at that possibility, yes, but I wasn't interested, especially bearing in mind Tony had been my last 'cup of coffee date'."
"What is a 'cup of coffee date'?" asked Mary.
"I'll explain later" interjected Sherlock. "You didn't say you had been out with Tony."
"Only for dinner, and coffee, as I said, and he got on much, I mean, a LOT better with my house mate than he did with me. He and Kaye booked a local hotel room for the following night, not wanting to invite him into our home under the circumstances. They have been a couple ever since."
"They are very open you say. They are not likely to start cavorting around in front of us are they? Is that why you are giving us the 'heads up' as you called it?" There was slight panic in Mary's voice.
"No. They won't. I'm giving you the heads up because they will not turn a hair, for instance, if we all suddenly head into my wet room together... [they all looked at one another, remembering Elle's promise of nearly a month ago] or, if rather than sleeping on the top floor in the spare bedroom, which can be ludicrously hot in summer, you and John share a bed with Sherlock and me."
"Wow" sighed John. "So there is your dangling carrot again. And an offer to stay in the room where you and Sherlock first made love."
"It is not a shrine John!" Elle said with a slight giggle in her voice, eyes twinkling.
"I like the sound of your friends. All of them." John grinned towards Elle then Mary.
"No need to decide yet. I just wanted to give you the option, so you don't feel awkward should we all head off upstairs and peel into the same room. It is more than likely they will all be in one room tonight."
"Would you like us to sleep with you then?" Mary asked cautiously.
"Yes. Why not?" replied Sherlock. "We can share some more bedtime fun together, then actually stay. There should be more than enough space to physically sleep together. You two are tiny [he had always wanted to say something about his friends' physical size] and Elle and I only take up the space of one person as we inevitably sleep nearly on top of one another - she usually on me" he clarified unnecessarily.
"You are not suggesting we move our relationship forward to be like theirs, are you?" Mary queried.
"No" Elle answered. "I think we already have the perfect relationship for us. It is exhilarating when the four of us are together but I don't think we should consider partner-swapping."
"None taken" said John, winking knowing his response would get a reaction from both girls, and possibly Sherlock as well.
"It is not that I don't fancy you John" Elle was determined to make her position known, "I have grown to adore both you and Mary, but I only want to share myself completely with Sherlock. And anyway, you two have crossed a boundary, being married. It would not just be illicit, it would officially be adulterous!"
"I am happy with our relationship where it is, but am still more than willing to share a bed with both you and Sherlock, if Mary is?" Mary nodded assent at her husband's words.
"That settles it then. You two will sleep with Elle and I tonight. There will definitely be no chance of anything like that for the rest of the week at my parents!"
"Do you have anything in mind for tonight Elle?" John asked.
"No, nothing. As yet."
"Good. We have, but we will surprise you later."
"Oh. Now I am intrigued."
"Me too" Sherlock added winking.
"Better straighten things out here first then we will get that taxi for Kew you guys were so keen on about a month ago after my original 'dangling of the carrot' as Mary called it." Elle looked around at them all. It seemed finally her offer was going to come to fruition.
Lunch finished, pots cleared to the sink and hand-washed. There were not enough to load the dishwasher, and as they were going to be away, potentially for eight or nine days, Mary washed, John and Sherlock dried and Elle put away, clearing and cleaning as she went.
There was very little else to do. Sherlock and Elle had already sorted their bags for overnight and the visit to his parents, John's and Mary's were waiting in the hall. Elle had already spoken with Mrs Hudson about their trip, but Sherlock called to see his landlady briefly before the four friends headed out of Baker Street, and climbed into the back of a black cab heading for Kew.
It was just before 4pm when the four friends alighted from their cab and Elle gave Sherlock his first opportunity to use his new door key, given him a month ago. They all walked in, Sherlock beaming broadly, recalling that first time together as he crossed the threshold into this house. Elle found a note from Em to say they would hopefully see them around 6 that evening. After cold drinks Elle got her three guests to follow her upstairs, leaving their bags on the first floor landing and visiting the second. One of her house mates had obviously thought about John and Mary staying and thrown open the window and door, but it was stifling up there and unlikely to lose much of that residual heat over the next seven hours or so. At least the option was there should the Watsons change their mind about sharing.
As the others made their way downstairs Sherlock disappeared into Elle's bedroom, then returned to the lounge, looking triumphant. When asked what he had been doing, he opened his hand. There in his palm was a tiny electronic bugging device. This was the first time since before Elle's birthday and that infuriating memo from his brother they had been back to Kew. "Just in case, now you have said yes to our proposition, I wanted to make sure this was gone. I checked the other lamp too."
"You really don't trust Mycroft that much do you?" Elle enquired.
"No, not much! I just want us to feel we have total freedom as we are all going to be in the same bed."
The four of them sat in the lounge drinking coffee, talking. Sherlock threw the bug he had crushed underfoot in the outside bin and had not long closed the door behind him, saying how hot and close it still was outside when a key in the lock flagged the arrival of Emma and Kaye from work. Elle rose from her seat and ran to greet her house mates. The girls all embraced and exchanged kisses on the cheeks before Elle led her friends to meet the other house guests. John and Mary shook hands with Kaye and Em after introductions but Sherlock gave each of the girls a small peck on the cheek.
General chit-chat about food initially ensued, then hearty congratulations for Elle and questions about her new job. Conversation was again disrupted by the arrival of Tony around 6:30pm. After intros all round and a big hug to Elle, he confirmed to Em that Ben had texted to say he was running late so that is why they were not on the same Underground train from the City. Em too had received a text to say he was on his way but about 40 minutes behind normal. Sherlock noticed Tony had a foreign accent; either very soft American, but more likely Canadian.
By the time Ben arrived home just after 7:15pm (he had met an old colleague on the Tube and had walked part of the way nattering, and obviously slower than his usual pace), he was introduced to a very relaxed group of friends by his girlfriend, Em. After Ben's entrance a Chinese takeaway of substantial proportions was ordered and the table prepared for eight friends to sit and dine together. All went upstairs, four to change from work clothes to casuals and freshen up, whilst the other four took their bags into Elle's room, refreshed in turn in her very bright wet room ["Nice shower" commented John] and descended into the lounge.
A couple of bottles of wine on the table and a fabulous assortment of dishes and the eight sat talking around the table until nearly 10pm. Rubbish discarded, pots stacked in the dishwasher, alcoholic beverages for all - Ben on 'barman' duties once Em described his skills at making Gin and Tonics, so Gins for all (with Elle having Bitter Lemon) except John, who had asked for a Scotch instead - the group squished into a lounge quite happily, laughing, talking and analysing each other.
Elle had automatically sat on the floor in front of the settee, as she so often did even when the place was nearly empty and regularly did at Baker Street when Sherlock stretched out, but was surprised as Sherlock lowered himself next to her instead of taking space on the sofa. His arm draped casually around her shoulders, they clinked glasses, shared a delicate kiss, and interacted with the others, unfazed by the fact they were so obviously the centre of attention for the whole group. Whatever the conversation, wherever it was leading, the direction always seemed to return to Elle, Sherlock, or both. This fact was not lost on the newest couple, but they did not mind or comment.
Elle started to stretch, twisting herself elegantly, rolling her head, then reaching for her ankles and pulling herself flat along her legs. Sherlock without even thinking rubbed her back and she sighed gratefully.
"Are you ok? You feel tense."
"I'm feeling a bit tight in my neck and shoulders. I think I was in a draught on the cab journey here, sitting directly behind the driver."
"We have a near expert masseuse living here" said Em. "Unfortunately it is you, so you're out of luck." Elle laughed at her friend's words.
"I have not mastered how to massage my own neck and shoulders, in fact I'm not even sure you can. Shame that."
"I'll try, if you like?" Sherlock offered his services. He put his and her drinks on a side table, sat on the settee where they were leaning, spread his knees, Elle twisted up her hair, keeping it in place temporarily with a pencil, thrown over by Emma, which was caught without looking, John's jaw dropping in recognition of a feat previously witnessed performed by Sherlock. Sherlock loosened her clothes around her collar and gradually started to massage and knead her neck and shoulders. It was nowhere near as good as she knew she could do if the roles were reversed, but it was relieving some of the tension, which is what she wanted as it felt it could easily develop into a headache if left unchecked.
Fascinated, the room in conversation, watched and admired the curl of her smile as his hands played on her skin, irrespective of how efficient his massage was. Ten minutes later and he had actually managed to release most of the tension. She stood, downed the end of her Gin, retrieved the pencil, then headed upstairs towards her wet room, the others still talking. Literally only seconds after she was out of sight Sherlock was twitching and followed her upstairs, finding her sitting on her bed. He quietly closed then locked the door.
"Could I try something else to help you feel better?" he whispered, sitting beside her, planting a significant kiss on her lips, cradling her head between his hands, slipping his tongue softly into her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she leaned back so their bodies found mattress. "Hello bed" smiled Sherlock, again remembering their first and then other occasions of love making in this room.
Kissing continually his hand found its way up her blouse, both hers inside his shirt. Their lips parted and eyes met, hugely dilated from the pair of them. She unbuttoned the shirt then undid his jeans, inching down her hand so it could caress his clothed cock. Lovingly and precisely she rubbed his form, stimulating him, receiving a great sigh from him. She released her touch as her lips engaged his and his hands unbuttoned and removed her blouse, then bra, sucking hard on a nipple, then undid her jeans...
Conversation was still fluent downstairs. Mary and John seemed very relaxed with Elle's friends and quite understood how they all got on so well together. One thing Mary wanted to know. "You three girls have known each other a long time. Who was it again who met Elle first and how long ago? I am sure she told us but I cannot remember."
"I did" replied Emma. "I met her over seven years ago now."
"That means you must have known her last proper boyfriend, Kris?" Mary enquired.
"Knew him? Of course. It was Kris who introduced Elle and me. Elle was renting, paying through the nose as you do, and decided she would rather use her capital and buy. I was looking for somewhere to live in Greater London and wanted a house share. Kris introduced us. At the time, they were just friends."
"Could you tell us about him?" John asked. "Elle has said very little. We know he was in the police and passed away in America."
"Kris was a Special Forces constable, sniper division. He was killed whilst on secondment in the US certifying his elite sniper credentials. Elle obviously has not told you about my relationship with Kris?"
"No. Were you lovers first?" Mary was surprised by the use of the word 'relationship'. However, Sherlock and they had only just learned Tony had been out once with Elle before building a true relationship with Kaye.
"Lovers? No. Kris was my twin brother. It was whilst he was based in London I looked for work to join him here. Kris suggested me to Elle as a tenant if she bought property. He was always going on about his great friend Elle, and I asked him why they were not more than friends, and he couldn't give a good answer. In the end, he asked Elle and eventually they started to match up properly. Elle and I became the closest of friends very quickly, then each other's rocks after Kris's death."
John and Mary looked shocked. They had no idea Emma was related to Kris, never mind his twin. They both immediately wondered whether Sherlock knew. "We are so sorry. We did not know."
Finally Elle felt relaxed; her body in the arms of the man she loved so much, all her closest friends enjoying the company of one another. Suddenly a rash of guilt came across her. She and Sherlock had been distracted by his massaging of her shoulders and neck into love making, whilst all those other people she cared for so dearly, and some she had not seen in months or weeks, entertained themselves downstairs. They refreshed themselves, re-dressed quickly and returned, trying to look innocent, to the group in the lounge.
Sherlock re-sat on the sofa, with Elle settling on the floor again, head against his knee, he playing subconsciously with her hair.
"Sherlock, what time are your parents expecting you tomorrow?" enquired Kaye.
"After dinner sometime. We said we would eat then make our way over. We don't want to get caught in too much traffic, though Elle said she was not worried, as she loves driving. Thanks for the car this week, by the way."
"Have you two met Sherlock's family? We know Elle hasn't." Kaye continued, aiming her question in the direction of the Watsons.
"I have" replied John, "but the last time I saw them was over three years ago, before I met Mary. We have all met his brother, Mycroft, of course. He will be there over some of the weekend too."
"Mary, are you as nervous as Elle, meeting Sherlock's family?" Tony unsubtly enquired.
"I doubt it, but then again, I am meeting a friend's family not potentially prospective in-laws, and known to be shagging their son."
"Thanks Mary" Elle smarted. "That makes me feel so much better about the situation." They all laughed at her expense, Sherlock stroked the top of her arm.
"They will love you, I'm sure. They are probably as trepidatious at meeting you, and still disbelieving of your existence until they finally physically see you." They all laughed again, at Sherlock this time.
It was rapidly closing in on midnight. Elle looked across towards the Watsons, catching John's eye, and winked. He winked back. "Shower and bed I think. [Elle spoke as she stood up, walked over to Em and hugged her.] God it is good to see you again."
"Just don't leave it so long next time before you come home. We've missed you."
"Talking of home... [Elle took a deep breath] Emma, Kaye, I need to talk to you." She looked nervous, Sherlock thought, knowing what his lady was about to say.
"You don't want to sell the house, do you?" Em asked, a crackle of fear and emotion in her voice.
"No, of course not. Why did you ask that?" Elle responded, and Em sighed in relief.
"Well, you are moving into Baker Street more permanently with Sherlock, aren't you?"
Elle again threw her arms around her best friend's neck. "For God's sake, Em, how did you know?"
"It is written all over your's and Sherlock's faces. He could barely breathe when you went upstairs earlier. Kaye and I tried to guess how long it would take him to follow you. We both over-estimated greatly!"
"That obvious, huh?" smiled Sherlock.
"Gosh, I was expecting this to be difficult. I don't intend to sell the house, no."
"Assuming you are happy for Em and I to remain as tenants, we will look after the place, keeping things as they are, allowing you freedom to live in Central London, where obviously your heart is." Kaye smiled after her words, glancing towards Sherlock, and Elle hugged her too.
"You two are really uncanny sometimes. It is probably a good thing I am leaving, you read me like a book. I thought you might be upset at me moving out, officially, I mean?"
"No" responded Em. "We have recently and will continue to miss you, but knew after we met you at Harrods it would only be a matter of time. We are really happy for the two of you. Don't be strangers though. Kew suits you both. Oh, and just a word to the wise Elle: if you decide to disappear upstairs for a friendly fondle, make sure you do your shirt buttons up correctly." Em grinned at her friend, the rest of the room stared at Elle.
Elle flushed then looked down - had she been trapped by her own guilt? "They are done correctly!"
"Yes, they are now, but they weren't when you arrived here, or went upstairs!"
"Oh, shit!" Everyone including Sherlock and Elle laughed, Elle flushing even more. She sat down on the floor next to Sherlock's knee, draping an arm over his legs, he squeezing her hand.
"We thought you would move in with Sherlock, we just hoped you would not want to sell here."
"I doubt I will ever want to sell. It holds too many memories for all of us, and new ones to come, I hope. I love this place... but... I love Sherlock more and we want to be together, and that will mean mainly Baker Street." Sherlock's chest heaved. She had said she loved him, privately to him, on countless occasions, but now the words slipped from her lips so easily in front of all their closest friends. He leaned forwards and kissed her cheek.
"What time shall we plan to have breakfast? We are all on annual leave tomorrow" said Ben.
"Oh, that's great news Ben. I thought you would have all disappeared to work by the time we rose. I was dreading the good night and goodbye moment. How about 9:30?" Ben nodded agreement to Elle's suggestion.
"Sounds good to us" Em confirmed to Elle after receiving other nods of approval.
Sherlock rose off the settee, pulled Elle up from the floor, and the two lovers walked over to the married couple and heaved them out the single chair they had been sharing so closely and quietly together. Good night wishes all around and the Baker Street clan headed upstairs.
Sherlock, Mary and John followed Elle into her bedroom, the bed again all neatly made. Elle closed the curtains and turned on the side light to its lowest setting. They all found their robes, stripped and changed into them before heading in twos into the wet room. Mary and John went first, teeth cleaning etc before leaving the way for Sherlock and Elle, who did the same, finally them re-opening the door to allow their friends to return.
"I thought you said your bathroom, well wet room, was softly lit?" stated John. Elle reached outside the door, turned the shower extractor system on then rotated a knob anti-clockwise to dim the LED ceiling spots. One click above "off" and the lights were very low, soft and romantic.
"Better?" Elle enquired as she closed and locked the door behind her then reached into the cubicle and turned on the huge rainfall shower. She kissed John's cheek. He smirked broadly, glancing at his wife and friend who were also smiling, Sherlock with a knowing lift in the eyebrow having experienced this room previously. The shower was up to temperature and robes were dropped as the four of them went in and closed the glass door behind them, standing under the head as it soaked them all. In seconds Sherlock had leaned Elle against the tiles, stimulating her mouth with sensual kissing, rubbing his naked wet body against her; the Watsons were doing exactly the same.
The couples took it in turns to be under the main head, the secondary hand shower being used to keep the alternate pair under the water's tepid flow when not under the rainfall. Body-washing and generally touching and stroking each other led to more kissing against the tiles, even swapping so John was with Elle and Mary with Sherlock momentarily. After thorough rinsing and cooling of their bodies the shower was turned off, clean towels passed around, robes distributed back to their owners, and the four of them headed for Elle's room again after she turned off the extractor and set the lighting to a normal night level then off.
A deep male groan was heard when the friends were in the hall, so at least some members of Kew branch were obviously well ahead of the damp Baker Street group.
Robes off in a pile on a different floor and into bed, the four friends were sat up, Elle on one side, Mary on the other and the two boys between. Elle used the elbow room space to plait her wet hair and band it for the night. "What have you got in mind for us then?" she enquired.
"Nothing" smiled John. "We knew the thought would turn you two on so we just said it to get you started. We just want you to make love to one another, whatever you want, and we will do the same and just enjoy being near each other."
"In that case..." Elle slithered straight down the bed provocatively licking her lips, totally conscious of the fact the other two would be watching, and wrapped her mouth around Sherlock's cock and started sucking, hard. Then with less urgency she caressed him with her tongue, eyes closed, moaning to herself, enjoying the freedom parameters their relationship with the Watsons allowed. Sherlock groaned loudly. She was toying with him, tight and loosened grips were now incorporated in her play, no sliding, not a hand job as such, but pumping him, stimulating him to an extreme high, using her lips to tantalise him.
Another moan but this time from the other side of the bed. John was on top of his wife, missionary style, and they were in full swing. Elle released Sherlock and relaxed fleetingly with her head on his stomach, watching the others. Sherlock ran his fingers through her damp fringe and she looked at him, seeing desirous lust in his eyes.
She moved up the bed and took him inside her. He rocked from underneath her, but it was her that wanted more, a lot more. Lying against him she began moving her body up and down, steadily at first, then quicker, and deeply too.
He always said he would never hurt her, but she wanted that pain/pleasure combination and, having the controls, knew she could get it. Suddenly she let out a wounded squeal: his deep dorsal vein, thick with blood, had pressed against her G-spot causing a mix of the two feelings she craved so. She repeated the movement with the same reaction, without the squeal this time, and realised his position must be absolutely perfect as she started to ratchet up the feeling by increasing the speed and how tight her internal muscles were. She could not help it, she was whimpering now, but had no intention of slackening off the pace or stopping. Getting faster and faster she was torturing herself using him. Pain was outweighing the pleasure now but she was loving every moment. Orgasm beset her as she rubbed herself ever harder upon him.
The Watsons had gone quiet: from full flight themselves they had switched right off and paused to watch Elle as she took full advantage of being on top of Sherlock, pounding his erection as though him coming could save the world. Crying out loud, now on every stroke up and down, her inner walls pulsed as they throttled the strength and seed out of him. Sherlock was silent, but breathing very heavily. His slightly pained expression changed to one of absolute ecstasy.
Her movements decreased to a caressive kneading sensation, a much shorter and softer rhythm as she started to breathe naturally again. She lifted her head slightly and gazed into the eyes of her man, whose focus was steadily returning. She gathered his lips with hers and kissed them intensely, sucking gently on his lower lip, then kissing his mouth with tiny breathless touches with her own. She then rested her head on his left shoulder.
He smiled and let his neck relax, his head flopping over to the right, seeing his best friend, again in full flight with his wife. Sherlock took a surprising amount of pleasure out of watching the Watsons, having shared bed time with them now on numerous occasions but not actually watched attentively before. Elle was the silent one. He could barely hear her breathe, but could feel the rise and fall of her chest against his. Sherlock realised, even after such a pounding, his body was about to give an encore. Wary she would probably be sore he found himself in a quandary, but as her eyes met his she smiled, obviously forewarned by feeling the build-up of his second wave, and gave him an infinitesimal nod.
Fluently expediting the perfect two-body position swap Sherlock positioned himself on top of Elle. John and Mary had just climaxed themselves and, though heavy breathing ensued from them, they had quietened down and were cuddling each other happily, now becoming the voyeurs. Sherlock took his weight on his arms and began as long a strokes as his body would allow within Elle. Long, but gentle and slow, his moves were exact, erotic and exquisite. Incredibly deep with every stroke, a gasp from her, not of pain but surprise as he nearly withdrew each time then returned again, he was lapping up the energy this additional erection was supplying. He could feel himself getting close to climax again but his body felt no need to increase its speed. Elle sighed, a smile of total exultation lit her face as she looked into Sherlock's as his second wind culminated in one huge euphoric expulsion, him releasing an extremely loud groan along with more seed.
He used what was left of his strength to control a half-roll, the pair lying on their sides, just kissing and stroking one another. They rolled further so Sherlock was again underneath. Both sighed dramatically.
Once again John slipped to type. Gazing into Elle's eyes the doctor asked "Are you all right?"
"Yes, John, fine thanks. I'm sorry. I had Sherlock just where I wanted and lost control. I'm going to be tender but I don't care. That was incredible" (the last three words aimed at her lover).
"And do you always get a second orgasm now, and able to come again?" he asked his friend.
"Not always, some are dry, but it is becoming quite regular."
"But you took yourself off so slowly..."
"I don't think it would have been seemly to pound my way through it after what Elle had done. I guessed from the sensations I was receiving she was going to be sore, but I knew if I stayed slow I could go deep, really deep, and it worked. [He twisted Elle's braided hair in his finger tips.] You were more than sensational. OK?" Elle nodded, not needing to respond with anything more, except a soft kiss planted on his chest. He was such a gentleman!
Unexpectedly Sherlock said "You seemed to stop mid-flight John, picking up again later?" demonstrating he really had been watching his friends closely.
"Yes. You and Elle were just too interesting to watch. I seemed to be able to calm down for a while then start up again."
"God, I can't. Quite early on I can take myself out of it, mentally and physically if necessary, but after that, no way."
Each couple took it in turns to go the wet room to freshen up again. When Elle and Sherlock went, Elle returned slightly after Sherlock with two carafes and glass covers of ice water, one for either side of the bed in case they were needed overnight. The couples snuggled down. Mary was on the outer edge of the bed with her husband curled spoon-fashion behind her. Sherlock drank some of their water immediately then adjusted himself so he was flat on his back near the other bed edge, Elle in the middle, her weight on her left hip, her right arm and leg draped over him, her head on his chest. Sherlock stretched an arm to turn off the light, the room now pitch black the two couples drifted into sleep.
Sherlock stirred. It was still dark and it sounded as though it was raining again. Hard. He then knew what had woken him. Elle seemed attuned to the rain, moaning sweetly, its rhythm turning her on as that stormy night had recently. He manoeuvred her a bit further across the bed, placed himself on top of her and started stroking her pubis whilst kissing her neck.
"Take me" she whispered.
"Are you sure? Aren't you still sore?"
"I'm guessing I will be tender for a few days but I'm not abstaining. There is no way I can go that long without you."
His index finger went on checking duty and found her moist though evidently was tender as she flinched as it entered her. He seemed almost reticent to fulfil her wish, but could not resist. He lined himself up squarely over her and pushed himself inside as carefully as he could, she sighing. Gentle rocking, dozens of kisses exchanged, they made love together. No intention of pushing hard through to orgasm they just enjoyed the pleasures of being together, caressing each other until falling asleep, wrapped within each other's arms, and legs.
Just a couple of hours later Elle started to wake again. Sherlock was still on top of her, still inside her, exorbitantly hard and moving gingerly up and down within her. She woke gradually, pushing the sheet off them towards the middle of the bed so the tension did not disturb John and Mary, then wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him. Awoken with sex, biting into his shoulder to keep herself quiet she felt him start moving more frenetically, unable to not react to a very early morning glory! Kissing her mouth and neck feverishly he took himself and her to a near silent simultaneous climax, finally rolling off her, back to the edge of the bed, she again draping her right limbs across him, both taking a draught of cold water from the carafe before falling back to sleep within the cradling of each other's arms.
Light seeped around her curtains and Elle woke to find herself much further down the bed than where she had fallen asleep. Her head was on Sherlock's stomach, her mouth close to his navel. Sherlock's low rumbling breathing confirmed he was fast asleep. She ran her hand up the outside of his left thigh to his hip bone, across the front of his pelvis, finding his semi-erect phallus, resting towards his left hip. Resistance was futile. Using her index and middle fingers on her right hand she steered his glans towards her mouth and started to lick, suck and kiss him covetously, quietly moaning as she enjoyed the pleasure.
A hand stroked her head: Sherlock was awake, encouraging her to go deeper. She controlled her kisses and licks of his form, until she felt him gorge with blood and his physical transformation was near completion. She let her tongue start at his root, then glide up to the tip where she caressed his foreskin with her tongue then went down his shaft with her mouth, sucking as she went, opening her mouth, erotically lip squeezing his cock progressively before deep throating him, something she had not done for a while. He groaned loudly, very loudly. Not only was it loud enough to wake John and Mary in bed with them, but also disturb Elle's friends in the other bedroom, and probably half the avenue. Unfortunately they seemed to have become oblivious to all things except one another.
He helped pull her up the bed, breathing erratically, wanting to lie her directly over him, wanting to take her, when a sound and movement from John made the pair remember they were not actually in a world of their own. "Are you two at it again? What time is it?" John asked, obviously still groggy, grumpy and mostly asleep.
"Twenty to eight" replied Sherlock, looking at his mobile. "Go back to sleep John. Sorry."
"Can't we join you instead?" asked Mary.
"Of course. What do you want to do?"
"Move over towards the middle of the bed, you two. [Mary gave the directions as she got out of the bed and walked around to the other side, slipping back under the sheet] This." With Elle still lying with her head around Sherlock's shoulder, Mary planted a tender kiss on his lips; then John did the same, then the pair of them started to cover Sherlock's face, neck, chest, even arms, with kisses, occasionally leaning across him to kiss Elle or one another. Mary looked at Elle and winked. The second woman needed no further instruction. Sliding back down the bed she concentrated her attention on his lower body, stroking his inner thigh whilst taking his cock in her mouth and again giving a virtuoso performance. This was slow though, giving the Watsons plenty of time to play their delightfully wicked kissing and touching game on Sherlock this time.
Sherlock's eyes were tightly closed though his face relaxed. Every time one of the Watsons kissed him he responded passionately. They took it in turns to take his lips, whilst their hands continually stroked him and Elle blew his mind. He was not totally aware of exactly what Elle was doing as John and Mary were such a distraction. Then he groaned loudly as Elle had deep throated him yet again. Now all his thoughts were with her as he realised he was close to orgasm. Mary slipped slightly down the bed, her lips engaging his left nipple, her hand stroking and ringing his right, Sherlock's left hand stroked up her naked back and through her short hair as she glided her body across his torso to now engage his right teat instead, her own firmed nipples pressed on him.
John ran his fingers through his best friend's hair before taking charge of an extremely deep and erotic kiss between the two men. Sherlock's right hand pressed on the back of John's head, keeping their mouths together, conveying once and for all his pleasure at this to the second man. He began to shake. Elle was working more than magic on him further down the bed and had achieved her aim.
Understanding the throbbing sensation between her lips, she felt Sherlock ejaculate. She sucked hard, taking all the seed he released. She could feel the pulsing of his cock as it pumped the liquid out of him into her moist and enticing mouth. Even through John's kiss the loudness of Sherlock's groan was undisguised. Strain became relaxation as his arm wrapped around John's neck, his other hand still in Mary's hair. When he felt the latter move, he released John's kiss and looked up. Mary and Elle kissed gently, then John moved in and kissed Elle too. Finally his lover's lips found his own and he was shocked. A tiny amount of his seed activated his tastebuds. They had each taken the flavour of him.
"Oh, shit!" he cried as realisation flooded over him. He closed his eyes. First Mary then John then Elle each kissed him. He responded to none, still disbelieving what they had just done.
Sherlock thought it would probably happen but had hoped it wouldn't, but hoping never stops anything and he knew he could feel a second orgasm building within him. He found Elle's hand, got her body flat on the bed, climbed on to and into her in moments, drove his body within her goodness knows how many times, but quickly, fucking her, not considering her tenderness now, not considering their company or sound levels, thrusting his way to this second climax. He took her lips in his own, giving her the deepest kiss as she orgasmed slightly behind him.
Just over a minute later, Sherlock clambered off the bed from between the other bodies, grabbed the first robe his hand came to off the floor, wrapped it around his waist and headed to the next room to the left. Elle and the Watsons followed him at a pace, also collecting a random robe each, Elle flicking on the extractor before entering the shower room, closing and locking the door behind her. Sherlock was already in the shower, under the rainfall, face upwards, eyes closed. John slipped into the shower with him first as Elle unbraided her hair: it needed washing after last night.
"Sherlock, are you ok? We just all wanted to make love to you." John sounded concerned but as Sherlock's face came forward and his eyes found those of his friend, he smiled meekly then embraced him, hugging him close and kissing his lips gently under the falling water, their naked bodies brushing together.
"I think you two had better get in here before we do something we might regret." A smile burst across Sherlock's face as Elle and Mary quickly entered the cubicle, to find themselves being quickly entered too: touching each other like that had turned both the boys on. Sherlock and Elle soon settled into their favourite shower position with her legs wrapped around his hips, the wall taking the strain with him. John and Mary leaned against the tiles, taking it in turns to be the controller and the pinned, easy when height difference is not so discernible.
The water was set at a reasonably cool refreshing summer temperature but the cubicle steamed up nonetheless. Then something totally unexpected happened: the four climaxed together. After a lot of roaring, groaning, pumping and sighing, laughter ensued as they worked in continual rotation to move mainly under the rainfall head and rinse shampoo, conditioner, body wash and sex off themselves.
Elle was first out, wrapped herself in a clean towel, another around her head then went out the wet room, returning seconds later with an armful of clean dry towels, including a pair of lovely dark green ones Sherlock recognised. Elle handed out the towels, keeping the green ones for Sherlock, winking, knowing he had remembered their first adventure in there.
Intensive drying of feet enabled them to return to the bedroom to dry properly and dress. Noises from another bedroom made the Baker Street group aware Kew branch were awake and having fun of their own. "I'd have loved to have seen you in the robe you picked up Sherlock" said John with a crackle of laughter in his voice once back in the bedroom. "I guess you hadn't realised it was Mary's?"
"No, I just knew I needed to go and cool off quickly before I blew a fuse. I didn't see which robe I had selected. It would have looked ridiculous, if I could get it on at all. I just didn't want to risk one of Elle's friends seeing me dashing to the wet room naked. Thanks for ganging up on me this time! Your idea I am guessing?" Sherlock looked at Elle.
"Not guilty I'm afraid. More than happy to play my part but not my idea at all."
"We said we wanted to do it if we got half a chance. John and me. Sorry Sherlock" Mary confessed.
"No problem. I loved it, well, most of it. Who on Earth thought of spreading my seed around? I can't believe you did that?"
"Me" replied Mary again but quickly explained, "but that was spur of the moment, not planned. I knew from your reaction you had ejaculated, then I was suddenly curious and kissed Elle before she had chance to swallow. John followed intrigued. I guess you have tasted it before?"
"Yes, once. Oh well. [Finally Sherlock seemed to accept the fact they had all done it.] Answer this, do I taste differently to John?" Back in Sherlock mode, curiosity and science taking over.
"Not perceptively, no. I guess men taste roughly the same. Spectral analysis would disagree I'm sure." Another extremely weird conversation to be having - the four dried and dressed.
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