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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of BBC SHERLOCK. It belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's estate, the BBC, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss. I gain nothing from my story financially. I enjoyed writing it, hoping you will have pleasure reading it equall

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Breakfast for six was quite a quiet affair. Will was reading the Sunday Times, occasionally making comment about the breaking news stories within, then engaging Sherlock in conversation about the Notts v. Hants cricket match score from Trent Bridge. Elle looked reflective and when John asked why she said hearing the words Trent Bridge had made her think of her family home, in the East Midlands, not that many miles away from Nottingham's first-class test-quality cricket ground.
Debbie was reading a supplement and engaging the other women in light-hearted conversation about fashion and film. John was relaxing, clearing his mind of his case-load, whether doctoring or the more exciting criminal cases he faced with Sherlock. It was nice to be totally in the country, he thought, away from everything he knew and worried about. It was nice being him, here.
A telephone landline made everyone in the room jump. One of Sherlock's parents' friends was ringing to say his wife had been taken seriously ill overnight. After some obvious objection from the unheard end of the phone Will and Debbie agreed to visit, the friends lived in the next village. John asked whether he could be any use but was thanked and informed their friend had phoned 1-1-1 and a local doctor was en route to assess the situation. Debbie asked Sherlock if he and his guests would be all right. He said of course they would, and the homeowners scurried off to the aid of their friends.
More coffee made and the four friends took their mugs and themselves into the summer-house. John and Sherlock slumbered in the loungers, whereas the girls sat on a bench, with a sponge cushion, talking away. John asked Sherlock if he knew his parents' friends. He said not, and believed they were golf buddies. Coffees drank the four friends made their way back to the house. Sherlock received a text from his Dad apologising, saying it looked like they were likely to be some time.
The four had cheese and tomato on toast and cold drinks for lunch. Sherlock seemed distracted. He apologised for feeling selfish but had wanted this time with his parents to be special, and now they would be worried about their friend. Elle suggested they did something - quite innocently - to distract themselves. Sherlock's eyes dilated at the mere suggestion then he was up out the chair, grabbing a pair of hands, heading for the stairs. Neither hand belonged to Elle: one each of John's and Mary's as the Watsons were dragged upstairs and hurled into Sherlock's bedroom, Elle followed a few steps behind.
The four of them in one room, Sherlock picked up a ten-pence piece off his dresser and tossed it, asking Mary to call. She knew not what for but said "heads"; he caught then revealed the coin, tails-side up, put it back on the dresser, walked over to John, put his arms around him and kissed him so sensually John was taken aback and collapsed to sit on the bed. Sherlock demonstrably started to undress, removing his jumper and t-shirt before sitting next to his friend, half naked, and removing his jumper, unbuttoning the doctor's plaid shirt, looking glassy-eyed towards his girl. Elle took the cue. She unbuckled Sherlock's then John's belts, removing her own jumper and shirt, now looking to Mary. Girls in bras and undies, boys in pants, all in a rush the four were in one bed again.
"What's happening?"
"You won, John" whispered Sherlock kissing him. "Well actually, Mary lost, so we are all going to make love to you." Sherlock rolled to the other half of the bed and the girls started kissing John, taking it in turns at first, but then moving about his chest so when one engaged his lips the other would find a nipple or wound or mole to kiss.
John finally had his lips to himself long enough to speak. "If this is all for my pleasure, there's something I want. You two. Kissing. Kissing each other." His eyes were flicking between Elle and Mary. He propped himself up on a pillow, Sherlock doing the same. The girls smiled at one another, then Mary slinked her arm around Elle's back unclipping her bra. Elle smiled but her size of bosom needed momentum to escape its restraining support. Mary peeled the shoulder straps down, revealing the round orbs of flesh, threw the bra to the floor, taking one of Elle's nipples in her mouth. As she did so Elle unclipped Mary's bra. As the nipple was released from lips the second bra fell away without extra encouragement.
The girls sat there, stroking each other's breasts, kissing each other's lips, glancing over to their men, who were watching intently. As the girls kissed more and more, both men were spotted licking their own lips, wishing to taste the pleasure. The kiss between the girls finally released and Elle flicked her head towards Sherlock. They both kissed him at the same time, taking it in turns to either take his lips or find another place on his face to kiss. He was loving it but having declared John the winner, John currently appeared the overall loser until the kissing lips of Sherlock separated from Elle and he found John's again.
Now everyone's attentions were aimed at the doctor. Mary moved to the feet end of the bed watching as Elle squeezed in between the two male frames. John rolled on to his side and stroked Elle. She ran her fingers through the doctor's hair as his lips now engaged the same nipple his wife's mouth had released earlier. Sherlock was silent, totally hypnotised by the pleasure of watching his best friend gorge upon his lover. Elle moved slightly, turning to kiss Sherlock. He returned the kiss passionately, then sidled down the bed to be eye to eye with his friend, kissing his girl's other breast, sucking nipples, watching each other.
With the gentlest of moves both men moved off Elle and the six-foot frame found itself lying on top of his shorter friend, kissing him, gyrating his male but androgynous form against the smaller more masculine-looking body, two engorged erections clashing together through underwear. Their arms and legs entwined, lips hungering for kisses. As their lips separated the most unexpected words whispered into the room. "Fuck me Sherlock." The two pairs of male lips joined again, the lower man running his fingers through the dark curls of the other.
"No John, that is Mary's domain."
"Christ, Sherlock. You really have got an amazing cock!... Mary, come take control of mine!" The doctor was now hyper-ventilating. His whole body consumed with passion.
"Not yet John, but I would like to give you a special gift." She removed John's pants slowly and carefully, then she took hold of Elle's left hand, wrapped it around her husband's cock and said "Please?" Elle looked to Sherlock, who nodded smiling, leaning over to capture a kiss from Mary first, then John, as Elle started to perform a hand job on the latter. Mary and Sherlock took turns to kiss and whisper to John whilst Elle handled his form with a dexterity he had never known before. She really was that good left-handed!
Looking at Sherlock, Elle's burning eyes conveyed her desires. He removed his own pants, then settled on the bed near John, behind her. Elle released John's cock, kissed his mouth, turned to be on her back, then took his cock again, this time in her right hand. A monumental moan seeped from her lips as her left hand found more familiar territory, both men leaned slightly towards her, kissing her and watching each other as she started to fulfil a fantasy she had a couple of months ago, and revealed the content of very recently, controlling the two men she cared most about in the world.
"God, I love being ambidextrous!" she moaned. She was performing a hand job on them both, driving herself crazy in the process. Not doing the same action but the rhythm each cock was asking of her. Her strokes on John were mid-tempoed. Her hand rolling around his glans at each upward move. On Sherlock the moves were longer, for obvious reasons, but more staccato. Two very different men, two very different cocks, receiving similar pleasure. Elle was in rapture!
Only she knew why she did it. Mary had continued floating around, kissing any mouth she could find. This made the men boil even more so Elle slowed down the pace of her hands on the pair. Mary, without warning, lowered her head and kissed Sherlock's glans. With no reaction from her she went and did the same to John, then kissed Elle's lips again. As their lips separated Mary sighed, removing her undies. Finally she took charge of her husband, lowering herself onto his erect phallus, grinding her hips against his.
There was a sound of tearing material then a groan of equal pleasure and pain. Sherlock had ripped away the last piece of clothing between the four of them off Elle's hips, then forcibly driven his cock between her folds. He was charged. With no consideration of anything else Sherlock drilled himself as hard and quickly into his girl as physically possible. Inches away a small whimper focused his mind enough to see John had taken some control of Mary, doing the same but from underneath. The two men's eyes met, they grabbed one another's hands, engaged the other's lips then came explosively, together.
Mary wept silent tears, Elle was having a huge moment of her own, squeezing the hell out of herself and her lover within her as he released his current kiss and gently joined with hers. John was immediately asleep; his body totally exhausted having been the centre of this party.
Sherlock pulled away from Elle and headed for the bathroom, she close behind. They showered and kissed and caressed and dried one another, but words were not required. They went back to the bedroom, meeting the Watsons as they headed for their bedroom and shower, clothes in bundles in their arms. On the bed were Elle's and Sherlock's clothes, including one very torn pair of black lace-panelled knickers.
"Look what you did to these! No restraint, Mr Holmes, no restraint at all."
"Sorry. Were they a favourite pair?"
"No."
"Expensive?"
"No."
"Good. Better take them home to throw them away at Kew or Baker Street. I don't want to risk my parents finding them! Actually, I might keep them." He grinned malevolently, flicking eyebrows at her. She threw the offensive pair back at him as she searched her bag for clean, whole underwear. He passed them back, kissing the nape of her neck as she dropped the evidence into her overnight bag, in a zipped pocket inside.
"Why don't you leave them off, go commando? Did you enjoy this afternoon?" Sherlock asked in a whisper and seriously.
"OK - commando it is. Yes, I enjoyed this afternoon, very much."
"About time we avenged ourselves on the Watsons."
"Poor Mary will be both dreading and dreaming of the next time we are a foursome now."
"Amazing how fate plays its part. The toss of a coin. John was really up for it. Wow!"
"You drove him mad. Do you think he really wanted you to... to take him?"
"I doubt it. He was just running away with the moment. You did far more, and fulfilled your own fantasy! How did that feel? You really are ambidextrous. You gave John and I totally different treatment."
"I always wanted to wank two men at the same time, to prove to myself I could. It felt fantastic. I just reacted to what each of your bodies was asking of me. You require a lot more effort Sherlock: my strokes on you have to be longer and far more vigorous." Her turn to grin with a devilish look in her eye. He grinned back, a self-satisfied smile shaping his sexually plumped lips. "What would your fantasy be?"
"You are so adept with your feet I have often wondered... I would love you to try and take me off with them. I wonder if you are 'ambifootstrous'!"
"Ambi-what-strous? Anyway I would need both feet at the same time, especially with your length! Let me think about that one." He could nearly hear the cogs whirring again as she contemplated the 'how to' of his fantasy. "Mary licked you."
"Kissed me. Yes. That did surprise me."
"John was so aroused after having you gyrating on him!"
"I'm afraid that took both of us too close too soon. Sorry I was brutish." She smiled. He looked shocked. "What?"
"I was wondering when you were going to apologise or see if I was ok. You always do when the sex is more physical than loving. You are a very caring lover."
"I half wished you'd given John a blow job so I could watch, then kiss him whilst he was receiving one of my ultimate pleasures."
"Seriously? Now you tell me! Instead you kissed him whilst ramming me. Just who in your mind were you screwing?"
"Him, you, Mary. I wanted to f... to screw all of you, at the same time. I really lost it. Sorry."
"Don't apologise for also being totally 'in the moment', as you said. I thought it was sublime. We said we would not move our relationship on like that of my Kew house mates, but I think this potentially has further to go. Em and Kaye swap male partners, but this feels like we are more likely to swap along the sex line. You with John I mean. I think it has been bubbling up, in John at least, for years."
"Excluding my family John was the first person to show me any resemblance of affection. It is because of my friendship with him I was able to even consider approaching you. I never, in my wildest dreams or hopes, thought our relationship would progress as it has, inviting John - and Mary - into the fold with us. I'm glad though we have."
"You asked me a while ago, now I'll ask you the same question. Would you let John make love to you?"
"No. My brain says don't even go there, but my body half wants to. For the same reasons we mentioned for you I don't think we ever would. I do feel a passion towards John now. Anything more would have to include you and Mary if we decided to take it further. It would mean you two making love to one another as well."
"Don't want much, do you?"
"So much for us not getting time as a four together. We had better go down. I would hate to still be in the bedroom, even separate bedrooms, when my parents get home. I hope their friend is all right."
They made their way downstairs, hearing the Watsons descending moments later. As they met up they all embraced and kissed one another. It was as though they knew no more had to be said.
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