I swam over to Luke, and put my arms around him from behind. “I know what you did,” I whispered into his ear, rubbing my boobs against his back. He froze for a second, and then gently turned around in my arms, wrapping his own arms around me, and leaning into my ear to whisper back.
“Was it that obvious?” he muttered.
“These are smart people. They’ll work it out, if they haven’t already. I don’t think that anybody’s unhappy with the result, so if anything, it just builds your masculine status as a legend of darts,” I teased, with a gentle rub down below of what proved to be a more than adequate cock that was, amazingly after the last few days, standing more than halfway to attention.
I did need to set expectations, though. I reached down to his balls, and gave them just enough of a squeeze to be uncomfortable. “Just don’t ever think you’re going to manipulate me like that, Luke. Think about honesty, integrity, and also the grief you’re going to get when I find you out.”
He swallowed, and nodded. I gave him a long, lingering kiss, and then whispered again into his ear. “I’m going to have a shower and then I’ll see you in bed for a cuddle when you’re ready. I promise to go easy on you tonight.”
With that, I climbed out and headed upstairs. When Luke joined me, I was true to my word, and focused on kissing and cuddling with him. We drifted off to sleep, holding hands.
We took it easy the next day, but we did some tourist things all together. We went down to the Northern Territory Museum (blissfully air conditioned) and saw more art and natural history exhibits, and a genuinely terrifying immersive experience about Tropical Cyclone Tracy, which had destroyed Darwin in the 70s. We went to the War Museum, and learned about the more than 50 Japanese bombing raids on Darwin during the Second World War, which was a slice of horrible history that I had known nothing about. Several year ago, the American President (Obama) had even visited the city to drop a wreath over war graves in the harbour, and to shore up local alliances in the face of any concerns about unnamed foreign powers (‘Hello, China!’). We also drove around the city for the first time, which was a compact area. We saw a couple of ice cream shops and nightclubs and resolved to check them out later.
Luke had organised a Friday afternoon catch-up with a friend of a friend, who was a young gun in the Treasury Department, and we left him to it and headed back to the house. He came back in the early evening, as my kitchen helpers were helping me dish out a simple pasta with salads and bread, and he was buzzing.
“Apparently anybody can get a job here if you’re keen and prepared to put in the work,” he said, and I kissed him on the cheek and said “that’s nice, dear,” like we’d been together thirty years, much to the amusement of the others.
That night, we played cards all together on the deck. The sexual energy had returned, and so we eventually made it a strip game, even though by now we were well familiar with each other’s bodies. The losers were one by one sent down the stairs to cool themselves in the pool, with the final round a tense battle between me and Nadia while the others waited below. She won, but after stripping my knickers off me, she stripped off her own, and we linked arms and walked naked down to the pool, boobs thrust out proudly. We jumped in together, but then I swam over to Luke and said ‘upstairs, now’, and we climbed out and headed up.
We washed each other in the shower, and I spent some time to get him properly hard. Flushed and horny, I grabbed him by the penis to lead him to our room. I closed the door and the curtains, and took out a condom. I quickly rolled it on him, then turned and stood facing the bed with him still standing behind me, and bent over to put one of my hands on the bed, legs splayed.
“In me.” I commanded, reaching back with my other hand to guide him in, and he obeyed, bending his knees and filling me after a few exploratory thrusts, and then picking up the pace. He reached around to rub at my pussy, only to find my hand was already there. I grabbed his hand and moved it up and down, showing him what I liked, and finding a rhythm that matched his thrusting. After a few minutes, he started to buck at me more deeply as his climax approached, and I moved his hand up to get him to squeeze at my nipples, while I returned to rubbing my clit. “Fuck”, he gasped, and we both exploded in the holy grail of a simultaneous orgasm. As my contractions eased, I felt him start to soften, and I collapsed forward on the bed, and then turned over to look at him. He dealt with the condom before he leaned over, shifted me further up the bed, and joined me for a cuddle. We lay there, gasping.
We were entwined all night, and I woke up happy but with a sore back from the awkward position. I groaned a bit as I stretched. Luke was already awake, and he looked at me thoughtfully, and went over to open a bag that that looked new, and pulled out some massage gel.
“You’ve been talking to Tim,” I said, and he grinned. “I learned a bit from him and Nadia the other night,” he said, “but it’s going to take me a while to build my skills. Turn over.” And I purred as he performed a quite adequate back massage for a beginner, finishing me off by fingering me to another delirious orgasm.
The monsoon was forecast to arrive any day now, so we made use of most of our Saturday by cleaning up more of Lucy’s parents’ yard. She’d been in touch with them about the stinking mattresses, and at their request we took them and the old furniture downstairs to the tip, so that they could start afresh with the den when they got back. We trimmed every branch that needed trimming, and made another tip run, this time to their mulching facility, and we mowed the lawn again as it had shot up even in the week that we had been here. We also got a few loads of washing done. By the end of the day, we were pretty knackered.
I had yet another shower, and came out to find most of the group sitting and listening while Lucy noodled on piano. She was working through some old Gershwin tunes. I recognised ‘I Loves You Porgy’, and then ‘Summertime’. The luscious chords and exquisite melodies were perfect for relaxing, and I mixed up some gin and tonics and offered them all around to help the mood. Lucy, still playing, said “Just water for me thanks,” and suggested that we all go down to one of the nightclubs in town later that night. As host, she was volunteering to be the designated driver and the one with the clear head to navigate any local issues.
We all agreed, but Nadia, despite being a party girl, added a stipulation. “Tonight, I suggest that we’re all coming home together.” I nodded — this was sensible, given that we’d worked hard to create a delicate balance between our sexual appetites and the needs of the group. Plus I didn’t feel the need to look outside our nest right now for fun in bed.
So later that night, after home-made pizza for tea, we put on our best party clothes and headed down to the few viable nightclubs. Lucy explained that this was partly a military and mining town, and to expect a few rough cases, but we actually had a really fun night. We started at a gay and lesbian themed bar and saw some hilarious drag acts. We probably stood out a bit as (mostly) straight and a bit boring to the locals, but they were still really welcoming. After a while there, we moved over the road to a regular club. It was a bit lowbrow, I guess, but the music was thumping and the company was good.