Take Me, Tom Pt. 73-74 by Boo96,Boo96

Tom and Chrissie were the perfect hosts. Tom, so engaging with a plethora of Yummy Mummies, made everyone so welcome. I watched as he walked from group to group, talking, joking, and making sure everyone was doing well. Chrissie doled out food to anyone who even remotely looked hungry. Chrissie’s parents soon followed, hugging and cheek kissing me. We’d be seeing more of them soon. My mom and dad arrived soon after. I introduced everyone; Chrissie, so, in her element, making everyone feel welcome, and part of the day. After an hour, Chloe finally was able to unwrap her gifts. She squealed with delight when she opened ours, a snappy ‘point and shoot’ Canon SLR (Tom wanted her to have a Fuji like he has, but I won this one!). We looked at each other and winked. It was bright yellow, and an excellent first camera. She ran to me, hugged me, and cried, “Thank you, Aunt Emily!” then ran to Tom. Oh, no! “Thank you, daddy,” she smiled, and kissed him.

“You’re so welcome, Little One,” he smiled. “Looks like we’ll have a day out with Aunt Emily soon, eh?”

Chloe giggled a shy nod.

Out of the corner of my eye, I scanned the room, not least for Fred and Claire, their parents. Fuck! There were a few other half-opened mouths. This would take some explaining before the school-run-rumour-mill kicked in!

The cake was cut, and eaten, Chloe preferring Tom’s! Humph! People began to leave around four, as things were winding down after the games had been played. Our parents seemed to enjoy getting to know one another, as Tom plied them with conversation and alcohol! We had already decided not to broach our move today, as we didn’t want to taint Chloe’s day.

I caught up with Chrissie in the kitchen. Although Tom had seemed to be okay with me, I wanted to ask her a favor.

“Chrissie? Darling? When we finally go to bed, would it be all right if–?” I started, but she shushed me.

“Yes, Emily. I insist,” she smiled, and hugged me.

“How can you possibly know what I was going to ask? Hmm?” I asked, surprised and taken aback.

“Because Em, I know you. You need to be with Tom tonight, right? Hmm? I’m right?” she smiled.

“Yes…yes! How could you possi–” I started to say.

“Because I know. One condition, all right? You follow my lead. Understand?” she whispered.

I looked at the glint in her eye, playful, but serious. We hugged each other as Mom and Claire came out, helped with the dishes, and cleared up the last few things.

We sat with our parents for another hour, catching up with everyone. I felt guilty that we were all hiding this momentous decision from them. We finally said our goodbyes, thanking them for coming and the gifts. My parents left first, with Fred and Claire holding back. When my mom and dad had pulled out, Tom asked their parents if they’d like to come over for lunch tomorrow. They readily accepted. I knew what was going to happen. At least that would be one set of parents in the loop!

The night quickly faded in, and we finally had the kids bathed, read to and tucked in. As usual, Tom had a drink ready for us. We sat together, talking about the day, and how well everyone got along.

Okay,” Chrissie said. “I need you both to do something for me, all right? I want you both to have a quick shower, then meet me in the bedroom? Hmm?” she giggled. “DON’T be long, and…NO fooling around!” she insisted.

Who were we to argue, hmm?

Chrissie led us to the bathroom, handed us our robes, and said, “Ten minutes, okay?” she said sternly.

Tom and I looked at each, unsure what Chrissie had in my mind. Knowing her, it could be anything from the sublime, to the ridiculous. We were both hoping for the sublime, though. We hastily washed each other, the tenderness there, but hurried.

“Any ideas, Emily?” Tom asked.

“God, Tom, as if!” I laughed.

We gelled each other too quickly for either of us. We dried each other off with only a hasty kiss on each other’s genitals. That was okay, though. I’d be taking care of that later. We walked into the bedroom that Chrissie had transformed. She had lit all her scented candles, the lights were dimmed, and soft music was playing.

“Chrissie? What have you…” I started to ask.

“Shhh,” she whispered. She walked towards us, her hands softly on my shoulders. “You two have had quite a day, hmm? So… you’ll listen to me…for a change,” she giggled. “Tom? Remember that night we did that staring, kind of tantric thing? If you say no, I’m going to whack you! Seriously though, you haven’t shared that with our Em yet. After your, uh, misunderstanding, I think tonight is the perfect night to dispel any doubts, don’t you?” she said, as she slid his robe off, letting it pool at his feet. She turned to me, doing the same.

“Come with me,” she beckoned us both. She sat us on the bed facing each other, instructing me to place my legs over Tom’s as we sat close to each other, his glorious cock, stiff already.

“Over to you, Tom,” she smiled, and sat on her chair.

Chrissie had told me about her evening, jealousy pouring from every sinew of my body. Now it was my turn.

“Okay, Emily?” he asked.

I could only shake my head, ‘Yes’.

We’re going to relax, breathe in and out, and gradually, we’ll look at each other. Your eyes stay on mine, all right. No touching, no words, not yet, at least. This isn’t a contest, understand, but we mustn’t lose contact. So, a few deep breathes…” he said, quietly.

We both shifted around, getting comfortable, our hands on our legs, and caught each other’s eyes. I must say, I was uncomfortable for the first minutes, but we slowly sensed each other’s rhythm. Our breathing was matched as we, little by little, delved into each other. It was as if he was touching me. He was, but with only his beautiful brown eyes. It was pretty emotional for me. As I had never seen him before, I saw Tom as if this was a whole different person in front of me, or just another facet of the man I had fallen in love with. I tried to keep my mind clear, concentrating just on him.

The air was still, the ambient music a hundred miles away. I gently inhaled the scent wafting through the room. I was mildly shocked when I detected Tom’s smell, his, almost-overpowering, manliness. I knew him, as I had never known him before. Someone once said, the eyes are the window to the soul. I brushed it off as some New Age nonsense. It was only then, that I fully understood it. We couldn’t break this connection, feeling that time was inconsequential to us. It was just us. Is this what Chrissie felt? I almost cried, thinking she had shared this gift with me, with us. Hours later, or so it seemed, I heard a faint bell. Tom and I never broke contact. It was magical. I felt a hand on my shoulder, gently stroking me, and someone kissing my head.

“Em? You okay, darling?” this voice asked.

Tom and I gently came out of this beautiful trance. I went to say something, anything, but he put his fingers to my lips.

“Shhh, sweetheart. Relax. Don’t say anything, darling. No touching. Yet,” he murmured.

He gingerly picked up a bottle of oil. Where it had come from, I had no idea, but it was there.

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