Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2006 09:31:11 +0000 (GMT)
From: Andrew xx <andrew_private2000@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kath Goes To London Part 4

COPYRIGHT: 25 DECEMBER 2002. May not be reproduced or distributed without
written permission from the author.

This is fiction. Any resemblance of characters dead or alive and historic
or current organisations to the real world are completely co-incidental.

WARNING: This is for adult reading. If you are a minor or you are offended
by consensual sex between three women and a man, do not read this story.

This is part 4 of the story. Thanks for the comments and encouragement. The
others are soaked. I appreciate and respond to all comments. Please, ladies
as well as gentlemen, do comment and tell me what the story did for you.

*****

It was seven in the evening when the three women woke. They had been
enjoying each other's bodies for hours, but neither Jayne nor Jen wanted to
be there when Ken returned home. There was just time to enjoy a shower
before he arrived.

They all tried to climb into the shower cubicle together, but the reality
was that there was insufficient space. But Jen and Jayne had the priority,
so Kath left them to gather the clothes that were scattered around the
bedroom. Over the hiss of the shower, she could hear the moans and shouts
of pleasure as no doubt Jen and Jayne tried to wring yet another cum out of
each other.

Kath returned to see Jen kneeling on the cubicle floor whilst her tongue
danced the Fandango in Jayne's soft and willing pussy. Jayne had one leg
over Jen's shoulder to allow her all the access they needed. As she
watched, Kath's own sex began to lubricate again and the moisture gathered
around her already engorged lips. She was astonished at how just one
application of her special cream had made such a difference. What would she
be like by the end of her treatment?

Naturally, Kath didn't want to be left out so she began to play with
herself as her eyes concentrated on the sight before her. Her fingers
replicated the movement of Jen's tongue, and steadily aroused her towards
her well-earned climax. She was not afraid to do this in front of two other
women. Her inhibitions had been shed hours ago, and now it was the most
natural thing to display her sex and masturbation openly. The sounds of
Jayne's orgasm triggered Kath's and the two women made eye contact and
smiled. They owed Jen a cum, and it would not be too long before she too
enjoyed her climax.

As Jen and Jayne left the bathroom to get dressed, Kath luxuriated in the
warm steam and pelting water as she washed herself. She did not want Ken to
smell the love juices of Jayne and Jen...well, not for the time being
anyway! What was she thinking? Sharing her lovely husband Ken with her new
bi-sexual friends? Her mind began to develop ideas and permutations.

As seven thirty approached, Kath knew that she only had half an hour to
wait for Ken to return. That was enough time to say goodbye to her friends,
but not before making a date for a reunion and a long kiss as Jen and Jayne
got into their cars and drove away. What an afternoon it had been. Now, she
was finally ready to tell Ken.

Ken arrived home looking wearied by the day. He smiled as he saw his wife
and immediately noticed a change in her visage. It was almost indefinable,
but there was definitely something different to the way she normally
looked. She seemed more relaxed and "sparkly".

Her hair and makeup were lovely, and she smelled fresh after a bath. Ken's
mind raced as he wondered what was going on. For the past months, Kath and
Ken had shared some difficulties in their marriage. She was tired, listless
and lacking; he equally so. He would leave Kath in bed in the morning,
having slept badly through the night. She was unresponsive and jaded. All
relationships have darker moments, and Ken wondered where it would
lead. Now, there was a sudden and noticeable change in her demeanour. In
fact, she had looked different for a few days.

She had been to London and everything changed. Why did she go? Who did she
see? Is she having an affair? Did she actually go to London? After all, he
only had her word for it, and no proof. Ken told himself to stop being so
suspicious and to trust his wife whom he had known and loved for so many
years. But as Kath had not kept Ken in the loop, and had not explained her
problems, now all Ken could see was a change without reason. It was hardly
surprising that he was confounded and worried. But how would he quiz her to
find the truth?

Instead of a meal at home, Ken thought it would be nice for a change to go
out for dinner.  Kath readily agreed and found her coat whilst Ken put down
his briefcase and returned to the car alone. He had to be alone to think
for a few seconds. There was someone else.  There had to be. It certainly
wasn't Ken who was Kath's lover at the moment. He again told himself not to
be silly. There could be a much more simple explanation. A tonic, some
medication, some reason that has caused this new sparkle. He'd get to the
bottom of it over a bottle of pinot.

The meal was exquisite, and the wine was fine. The service was excellent
and the atmosphere conducive to soft words. They were lucky to have such a
good restaurant within a mile or so of their home. But they sat in almost
silence. Neither Kath nor Ken had the bravery to talk deeply. Kath's
sparkle left as they chatted about Ken's day at work, plans for the
weekend, maybe a holiday, and anything safe. She visibly saddened as they
passed time together but poles apart. Ken was sad too. He knew there was
something going on, but did not want to challenge her in case he was
completely wrong and said things that could not be unsaid. Whatever it was
would have to come from Kath.

Kath was terrified of what Ken's reaction would be if he found out the new
spring in her step was because of her new-found love of sex with women. It
was the ultimate betrayal because not only did it challenge their marital
relationship, but also focussed on Ken's ability to be a man who could hold
the sexual interest of a woman. So, she decided not to tell him, but return
to the slightly sullen partnership that was the status quo.

Ken and Kath had shared a couple of aperitifs and the wine and a
post-prandial brandy. To be safe, they decided to leave Ken's car and
return home by taxi. In the taxi during the short journey home, they sat
quietly holding hands. As they changed for bed, they hardly spoke with each
other, and soon the light was off and they were at either edge of the bed,
trying to make sense of their emotions.

The next morning, Ken went to work as usual. No breakfast, no communication
and no kiss goodbye. This routine had upset Ken for months and he was
becoming tired of it. He thought of this as the taxi drove him towards his
car that he hoped was still at the restaurant. Kath too was worried. She
knew that she would have to be the first to break the ice, but didn't have
the guts.

As soon as he left, both Ken and Kath started hatching their plans. Kath
called Jen and told her about the evening before. Jen was sorry to hear the
news and asked what she could do to help. She realised that at best, her
relationship with her new lover would be peripheral.  Ken and Kath loved
each other deeply, and Jen decided she would be a true friend and try to
help mediate. Jen was uncertain what she should or could do, but was
experienced enough to know that something had to be done, and quickly. So,
she suggested that they meet to talk. Kath invited Jen to her home for
brunch. Kath didn't just want a chat with her friend, she needed a hug and
wanted so much more.

Ken made a series of phonecalls and dialled his office and made an excuse
for not being there today and got out of the taxi in the car park of the
restaurant. He placed his briefcase in the boot, locked it and began
putting his plan to work.

Jen arrived at Kath's house to find her friend crying. Immediately the two
women held each other. Jen stroked the back of Kath's neck soothingly. Kath
calmed and with tear-stained cheeks kissed Jen hungrily on the lips. They
had gone far beyond friendship. It wasn't love, it was lust. In reality,
both women knew the roles they played. Kath removed Jen's coat and flung it
over the arm of a chair, to reveal a short skirt and tight fitting jacket
that accentuated Jen's curves. Jen dropped her bag to the floor and
continued to kiss Kath's warm and willing lips. As they kissed, each
woman's hands roamed over the body of the other. Breasts were fondled,
held, squeezed and caressed as both women luxuriated in each other's
touch. As they were becoming more turned on, they each felt warmth gather
at their sex and knew where it would lead.

As Jen knew her way to Kath's bedroom, she picked up her bag, took Kath by
the hand and led her upstairs. Reaching the bedroom, Jen went straight to
the en-suite and closed the door. Meanwhile, Kath hurriedly removed her
clothes and got into bed. She stretched out on her pillows and waited for
her lover's return. It seemed odd that only a few hours before, she had
lain there almost lifeless next to her husband, and now she was charged
with sex and ready. Her pussy was moist and available and she knew she
would not have to wait long.

Jen returned naked from the bathroom and put her bag on the floor next to
the bed. She got in and cuddled her lover who was warm and open. Jen was
already as heated as Kath and her hand immediately sought the join of
Kath's legs. Her fingers touched the wetness between her thighs and began
to circulate Kath's clitoris. Jen's other hand separated the folds of
Kath's pussy and the heady aroma of Kath's juices mingled with the
spiciness of Jen's. Jen licked her lips in anticipation of what was to
follow, but did not falter in her task of bringing her friend to orgasm.

Kath shouted Jen's name as she came. It was fast and furious. She gushed
fluids onto the fingers and hands of her mate and shook as the climax
ripped through her glowing body. It seemed that she was always ready to
cum, and Jen knew exactly what she needed and obliged willingly. As Kath
rolled on the waves of pleasure, Jen turned to her side of the bed and
found her bag. Carefully, she took out a dildo and warmed it between her
legs.

Meanwhile, her other hand kept up the assault on Kath's heated sex. Once
again, Kath climbed the path towards her goal of yet another orgasm, but
this time, just before she peaked, Jen plunged the soft jelly phallus into
Kath's gaping hole. This was not love, this was sex. Pure and simple, lusty
and strong, passionate and effective. Kath thrashed around on her bed as
her lover induced more and more pleasure and brought her to climax again
and again. Would she never stop? Was there a limit to how incredible the
feelings were? As she wallowed in bliss, she squeezed her breasts and
nipples almost to the point of pain. Her eyes tightly shut, she focussed
only on her sex.

Selfishly, she channelled all her energy into her groin and squeezed her
pelvic muscles rhythmically. Her buttocks clenched in and out as she tried
to drag the dildo deeper inside her. Jen twisted and rotated the soft
flesh-like object of lust so that it gripped and pulled the sides of Kath's
pussy. Kath groaned in appreciative response.

Ken stood naked at the end of the bed, as he watched the result of his
co-conspirator's work. For several minutes, he was simply aghast at what he
saw. Blood engorged his penis as it rose steadily. He cupped his balls with
his left hand as he caressed his length with his right. Again and again he
pulled his skin up and down and his crown swelled. It was a natural
reaction to an un-natural situation. He was openly wanking now, urging
himself onwards towards his own climax. What he saw was on the verge of
unreason.

There was his frigid wife now acting like some sex-crazed amazon. But it
wasn't a man who produced this reaction, it was her female friend
Jen. Moreover, they were not making love in the way a married couple does
after years of association. They were not slow, deliberate and unhurried.
They were in a frenzy of lust. They were fucking, screwing, bonking using a
series of licking, sucking, and wanking. Every part of Kath's body was on
fire as Jen continued to thrust. The noises of sex joined the moans, gasps
and sighs of both women and turned Ken's erection into a throbbing that he
had not felt in years.

Jen and Ken made eye contact and smiled at each other. She gestured to him
to replace the dildo with his own raging hard-on and on a mouthed count of
three, Jen withdrew the jelly dildo, rolled away from Kath and Ken
immediately took her place and plunged his dick straight to the hilt inside
his adorable wife. Kath opened her eyes in amazement as the feelings
changed and she felt the presence of a third body in bed.

In the first instant, she thought it may be Jayne who had returned to join
the fun, but was horrified when she realised that her husband had caught
her out with her female lover. She tried to close her legs and push Ken
away, but he was too strong. He was like an animal thrusting in and out of
her well-prepared fanny. She had to admit that a real penis does feel
better than a fake, even a well used one like Jen's. She met her husband's
thrusts stroke for stroke. She knew he would not last long. No man could,
with the soaking and gripping environment of the inside of Kath's pussy.
Her internal walls massaged and caressed Ken's member as he moved inside
her. It was soft, strong and natural. She was pulling him inside her and
clawing his back to hold him against her body. The years of anguish simply
evaporated, and Jen watched happily as her two friends bonded once again.

Jen's hands were busy once again with the dildo, but this time she used it
on herself as the tableau unfolded in front of her eyes. The bed rocked and
heaved as three lusty bodies worked to achieve the pinnacle of feeling.
Perspiration flowed, and both Ken and Kath were red-faced through their
exertions. Jen's hands were a blur as she brought herself off, moaning and
clutching her body as it spasmed. Ken's balls tightened and his bottom
clenched as he tried to put pressure on his own G-spot.

Meanwhile, his wife bit his ear hungrily and licked his face in love. Her
rapturous pussy worked its special magic and wanked him internally. His
semen flooded her cavern and as he continued to fuck his wife, Kath's
copious juices joined his spunk as it was pumped out of her body with every
stroke. As they came, through joyful tears they hugged and said, "I love
you".

All three rested and lay like sardines in the bed. The sheets were soaked
and the air stank of sex. Ken thought how lucky and fortunately clever he
had been in confiding in Kath's best friend about his worries over Kath's
possible affair. Earlier that day, during the phonecall from the car park,
Jen had already explained about Kath's gynaecological treatment, and
promised Ken a wonderful surprise if he returned home silently. She
wouldn't say anything more except she would even arrange to open the
bathroom window for him, so he could shin up the drainpipe and gain easy
access.

Jen, Ken and Kath left the bed together to open a bottle of champagne and
take it back into the bedroom where they stayed for a few hours more,
loving each other in so many ways.  Under Jen's watchful instruction, Ken
applied Kath's special cream into his wife's labia... not that they needed
any treatment. Kath relaxed openly as the petals of her sacred flower drank
the attention of Ken's lustfull fingers. Jen was busy with her hands
too. One was in her pussy, keeping up with her friends, and the other was
massaging Ken's scrotum.  Although Ken had cum only a short while ago, he
responded to the scene and sported a solid erection once again.

They arranged that Jen would help Ken during the next few days with the
administration of Kath's medication, and as they discussed this, the
telephone rang. It was Jayne asking about Kath's progress, and when she and
Ken could visit London again for the rest of her treatment.

End of part 4.