Langley Circle Beginning Ch. 24

The bed sagged, and the woman broke apart as Josh drew Nicky into an affectionate hug. "Thanks, that was awesome." He turned to Beth. "And er, thank you Mrs. Parker for allowing me to watch."

Beth smiled, feeling suddenly shy; what was wrong with her, she was behaving like a teenager. "You're welcome. I have to admit that I got a good amount of pleasure from it as well. Now, if you'd excuse me, I think I better get back to Dean and Megan; they are probably wondering where the hell I am. Oh and Josh?"

"Yes Mrs. Parker?"

"I think considering you have seen me have an orgasm, and I just watched my daughter swallow your cum, you should probably call me Beth."

A few minutes later, she padded back to the master bedroom, where she found Megan curled up on the pillows breathing slow rhythmic breaths. Where the hell was Dean?

.........

"Hey you," Beth said. Dean lazily opened his eyes and gazed up at her; He looked peaceful, but troubled.

She had finally found him as she was about to give up searching. As she had stood at the kitchen sink sipping from a glass of water, she had glanced through the window and seen him sitting on the swing-seat, eyes closed, rocking gently. The pale moonlight had shone on his bare chest, and in that moment she had wanted nothing more than to be in his arms.

The air was still warm, the breeze having dropped, but the grass was cool beneath her feet as she padded across the lawn. She sat next to him, using the blanket she had brought to cover them, as he resumed his gentle rocking.

"Crazy night," she said, snuggling against him.

He leaned back, letting his eyes close again. "Probably the Craziest one of my life so far."

"Have fun?" She probed gently; she could tell something was up.

A smile twitched at his lips. "Oh yeah, no doubt about that. You?"

She hugged his arm tighter, grinning into the darkness. "Totally. Full of new experiences, exciting and somewhat unsettling at times, but thoroughly enjoyable."

"Unsettling?"

"Hmm, maybe that's not quite the right word. At times, I was out of my comfort zone, unable to predict what might happen. It makes me nervy, but so far the outcomes have more than made up for it."

"Yeah I get that." The swinging slowed as he allowed the seat to gradually come to a stop. "I hope we didn't make too much noise."

Beth scoffed. "Honestly, I think there was way more going on in that house tonight than just our little game."

He turned to face her, seemingly about to say something, but then rested his head back.

"I suspect there has been more bed swapping tonight than my annual garden replanting," she said.

Dean chuckled softly. "You might be right. I bumped into Josh at one point; he was er, in a state of excitement"--Beth giggled softly--" and somewhat unfortunately at the time, so was I."

Beth's giggle turned into a snort. "Yeah I kind of bumped into him too."

"Oh? Where was that?"

Beth tensed, but knew she had to press on. "In Nicky's bed."

She looked at Dean as he blinked in confusion. "Wait. Did you and--"

"No no, nothing like that happened. Although he did watch Nicky and I for a while, and um, you know." She made a small movement up and down with her closed fist.

Dean's eyes bulged, but after a tense few moments he relaxed, pursing his lips. "Not sure how I feel about that."

"Yeah, complicated feelings all round. Remember though, you did just have sex with his step mum."

"I did not!"

Beth rolled her eyes. "Well, you fucked her boobs and shot your load all over her. How was that by the way?"

Dean blushed, but a grin spread across his face. "Jesus Beth"--he faltered, licking his lips--"It was very um, shit. It was fucking awesome. I know we have done that once or twice before, and it's been amazing, but Trudy has..."

Beth rolled her eyes again. "Tits made for fucking?"

"Well I wouldn't say that... In the presence of a woman, but yeah."

Beth slapped him playfully and snuggled back against him. "Why didn't you?"

"Why didn't I what?"

"Have sex with Trudy. I mean, you had to know she was so into it, yeah? She totally adored the master thing."

"I did get a hint of that," he replied with a touch of sarcasm. "She seemed to take to it very readily."

"Well she would," Beth said, realising in that moment, that he probably didn't know what Nicky had told her earlier. "She was in a dom sub relationship with Josh's Dad."

Dean went rigid. "Really?" His expression dropped, his whole demeanour deflating.

"Something up?"

"That explains why she took to it so well, what bothers me though is I must have come across as a total clueless newb. If she was in a proper...wotnot, then my gibbering performance must have seemed like amateur night."

"Nah, you were great babe."

"Yeah, but like me, you wouldn't know any different."

"No seriously, I spoke to her afterwards, and you did great; she loved it. I'll chat to her more tomorrow, but trust me, based on how easily Megan and I brought her off multiple times; I don't think she had any complaints. She particularly liked being left alone all messy apparently."

Dean's expression brightened and Beth even thought she saw a glimmer of pride. "So, then why not?" Beth asked again.

Dean frowned. "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure. It just didn't seem like the right thing to do. I can't really explain it, but somehow I just felt like it would have been inappropriate."

"Hmm, odd." She shrugged. "No matter, it was all fun anyway. I think deep down Trudy is a real wild one; I suspect she's got an interesting story somewhere in her past. Oh, did you know that she and Dave fooled around behind his shed last night?"

Dean's eyes bugged out. "Really?"

Beth nodded. "Megan and I watched from the guest bedroom."

"Watched? Was that when you two went upstairs and were gone half an hour?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow.

Beth hid her face, grinning. "Maybe. I was just looking for a jumper for Megan."

"Uh-huh, sure," Dean said smirking.

"Anyway, we were talking about Trudy. It might be a good thing that you didn't go all the way with her."

"Oh?"

"According to Nicky, Josh has somewhat of a massive crush on her; something that Trudy is apparently not averse to indulging."

Dean looked at her, his face twisting into a snarling grimace of disapproval and disgust. "You mean, him and her?"

Beth shrugged. "Seems so. Can you imagine growing up as a teenage boy in a house alone with your step mum looking like Trudy?"

Dean scowled into the darkness saying nothing. He appeared to be wrestling with his feelings and thoughts for a long while; he opened his mouth to speak a number of times, but stopped. Finally, he slumped back, sighing. "I guess stranger things have happened. I mean look at our situation, things are never simple."

Beth smiled at him. "That's true." She was pleased that he had managed to control his initial knee jerk reaction.

Dean chuckled. "Maybe he wants to be her master."

Damn, it was so obvious now that Beth considered it. How the heck had she not spotted the signs. "Yeah, I think you might be right."

"I was just kidding," Dean said, his face falling.

"Kidding or not, I think you've hit the nail on the head there," Beth said. "Although, I'm not sure that would be the best thing, for either of them in the long term, but each to their own I guess."

They fell into a contemplative silence, as Dean resumed the gentle rocking. Beth stared up at the night sky, watching the stars high above, and for just a moment felt utterly insignificant.

"People can be so complicated," Dean said after a while.

Beth frowned, dragging her gaze back from the heavens to look at him. "How so?"

"So many people seem to have suppressed desires hidden deep within them." Beth let out a soft chuckle. "I'm serious Beth. On the outside, most people appear 'normal', whatever 'normal' is, but simmering beneath the surface lurk our desires, chained up like animals. Society convinces us to suppress them, as fundamentally wrong, but in truth, they aren't; they are what make us unique.

"I've come to realise recently that when people are brave enough to admit their desires and embrace them, it can make them very happy. I've felt genuine happiness at being part of it, even when on the side-lines. Seeing how you and Megan have blossomed and sparkled so brightly when given the opportunity to embrace your desires, has been incredibly satisfying."

Beth shivered; was it the cool night air, or the things he was saying? Aside from recognizing the truth of his words, it was the excitement in his voice. She smiled warmly at him, kissing his cheek. "I know one thing for sure, I'm happier now than I've been for a long time."

He turned to her, a twinkle in his eye. "Exactly."

"That's not to say I wasn't happy before," she added hastily, "But you're right, in the last few weeks I've achieved a level of happiness that I didn't even know I could. It feels like I have roused something deep in me that has been sleeping for many years, if it was ever awake to start with; it's certainly stirring now."

"Yes, that's it exactly." Dean grinned at her excitedly. "That's it. A month ago neither of us were unhappy, I know I certainly wasn't, but I think that maybe we were just 'settling', rather than being open and honest with each other, and daring to look beyond our comfortable existences."

She chuckled at his exuberance, but in truth, it was so good to see him fired up and passionate.

Dean continued, "I think we've been very fortunate. We were able to identify the finer points of the situation when it arose, and our marriage was solid enough for us to consider taking the risk."

"And I'm so glad you did," a voice from the darkness said, making them both jump.

Megan padded across the lawn and climbed onto the seat, forcing them to separate so she could wriggle in between.

Dean chuckled, "Oh no, here's trouble. How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough," Megan said smiling adorably. "And I agree, too often people go through life blinkered and close minded, denying what is in their hearts."

"Yes." Dean enthusiastically picked the thread back up. "Sometimes they may not even know it's their within them, and then in most cases, when they do become aware, I bet it gets suppressed. No doubt because it's a little different, or flies in the face of societal norms.

"Other times, they may live with the thoughts and feelings for years, limiting their potential, hamstringing their happiness. Take Josh for example, it seems like he has had this crush on Trudy for--"

"Wait, what. Josh has the hots for his mum too?" Megan asked in surprise.

Dean nodded, looking mildly irritated at the interruption. "For quite some time it seems. From what you told me Beth, she enjoys the attention, and yet there is something stopping them from exploring it, from embracing their desires. Maybe it's the age difference, although it's not that big, and they are both adults."

"Maybe it's because she's his step mum," Megan said.

"What does that actually mean though. One day she married his father, that's it. He's not her blood, they don't share genes, she hasn't raised him from a child, breast-fed him, change his nappies or any of that; hell, she's spent less of her life with him than she has without, if that makes sense. So it's only some quasi legal classification that lingers now even though his father has sadly passed on, that says in some way they are connected and therefore unable to explore their feelings for each other. That's bullshit." He spat the last word in a loud whisper.

Beth snuggled up to Megan and smiled, feeling a great sense of pride and admiration for her husband. This was the logical, open-minded man she married, the man who was capable of reading between the lines and flying in the face of public opinion if it meant that the right thing got done.

"That's beautiful Dean," Megan said. "I mean it, truly inspirational. It's a shame many others don't think like you."

"We three have been lucky enough to see the light; We've all tasted a little of that freedom and happiness that can come with embracing our desires, and believe me, I know exactly what you mean about opening up and being honest.

"When I want to embrace my little girl, it's always a struggle initially for me to do so, I have to force past the ignorant attitudes of others, and be very careful of the people who I allow to see me in that state. I am incredibly vulnerable when I do, that's kind of the point. When I manage to get past all that, it gives me enormous pleasure, and makes me feel so content. It's not just a sexual thing either; in fact the sexual side is often a small part."

"Oh really?" Dean looked surprised. "I thought it was mostly about sex." He frowned. "I hope we haven't been misinterpreting it."

"It's all good," Megan said with a warm smile. "Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes it's just about being entirely selfish and free from responsibility for a while, safe in the knowledge someone else is taking care of my needs, doing the thinking for me. I love to feel that way, makes me feel secure and happy, and yes sometimes horny." She giggled.

"We still have a lot to learn," Beth said.

"Maybe--"Megan shrugged--"It'll be fun learning together; that's the point."

"Indeed," Dean said. "And you're exceptional at making things happen Beth, always have been."

"Why thank you husband. You're not without talent in that area too."

Megan's expression turned contemplative. "So why don't people tend to be more open or able to explore their hidden er, things?"

"That's a good question," Beth said. "Not being honest with themselves for starters."

"Yeah that's probably a big one," Dean said. "Also, not being open with other people. Maybe lack of creativity, scared, worried about being discreet or what people might say, Inability to work out how to realise the situation, or could just be lack of resources."

"Resources?" Beth frowned.

"Sure. Let's say someone has a fantasy about being the lady of the manor, and having sex with a groom in the stables."

Beth and Megan exchanged a glance and grinned. "OK, I could see that," Beth said.

Dean glanced sideways at her. "Well unless they have access to a stable, and can guarantee they won't get interrupted, then how would they ever realise it, other than just slipping on a pair of jodhpurs and pretending."

"That might be enough for some people," Beth said.

"True, but nothing close to their actual fantasy."

"I see what you mean," Megan said. "What they would need is someone else to facilitate the situation for them."

"I suppose so yeah," Dean said frowning.

"Then they could just focus on the experience and not the practicality of realising it," Megan said.

Beth could see other benefits. "It would seem more real for them as well, because they wouldn't have been involved in the setup."

"True," Dean said in firm agreement. "Or take Josh. We think he wants to be her master, but he probably isn't sure how to go about it. He also has a girlfriend, our daughter by the way, and doesn't know how that is going to work either. Someone else could facilitate the realisation of his fantasy though. We, for example, could lay the ground work, create an environment or situation and help them towards achieving what they want."

"Well yeah, but only if it's what they actually want," Beth said, with a note of caution.

"Obviously. That's just an example off the top of my head. What about all the people out there who have fantasies and desires and want to act on them. People who want to experience all manner of scenes and scenarios but have no idea how to make that happen. Roleplaying in your own home is fantastic, I think we can all agree on that, but imagine if our last school episode had actually been played out in a real school, an actual headmaster's office. How incredible would that have been?"

"Wow, that would have been awesome," Megan said wistfully. "The truly devious part of me wants to do that in my old school."

Beth giggled and dug the petite blonde playfully in the ribs. "You kinky cow."

Dean pounced on Megan's reply, but rather than laughing, he was suddenly serious. "Exactly. You've hit the nail on the head there. OK, maybe it couldn't actually be your old school, but it could be a disused school building, or even like a movie set that had a couple of rooms made up to resemble a school. That would be just as good; maybe better because it would be a closed, safe environment for us or whoever to play out their fantasy."

"What exactly are you saying Dean?" Beth asked. She was getting a sense that he was driving in a specific direction, but she wasn't quite following.

He paused, struggling for an answer, before slumping back into the seat. "I don't know; maybe it's nothing, but I feel like there is something there. It seems we are good at understanding what it takes to make things happen, and even though we are inexperienced, maybe we should be...documenting ideas or helping others."

"Like Beth's blog?" Megan suggested.

"That's kind of the idea yeah," Beth said, seeing the connection. "By passing on some of our experiences, I hope it will encourage others to try some different things, and have fun and pleasurable experiences."

"Right," Dean said finding another spark of enthusiasm. "But what about going a step further."

"How do you mean?"

"I get it," Megan said, looking excited. "Are you suggesting there is an opportunity for someone to be the facilitator, to help people by providing resources and ideas and encouragement?"

"Yes, that's it." Dean pointed at Megan.

"Like a business?" Beth asked.

"Sure, why not." Dean shrugged.

"But here, in our home?"

"No, not here, this is our place; I wouldn't want that. Somewhere else. Look, I don't have all the answers, I don't even have the whole idea, I just think there's something there."

"I agree," Megan said.

A tingle of excitement began in Beth's tummy as Dean and Megan looked to her expectantly. Their enthusiasm was contagious. "Sure, it sounds great in principle; I am all for the realisation of people's dreams and desires. And if you asked me would I like to be part of helping others do that, then theoretically I would say yes, but--"

Dean raised a hand. "Don't go there. Sit on that but for now--"Megan giggled--"I mean, hold onto your but. I think we should let the idea rest, and think on it. Perhaps we should talk more tomorrow; maybe the others have things to contribute."

"The others?" Beth asked.

"Sure. We have a house full of sexually overactive and in some cases possibly deviant people, who have all recently experienced some of what we are discussing. Let's get their views and thoughts."

Beth liked this idea; the thought of openly discussing the concepts of desire and happiness fulfilment with Nicky was very appealing. If it allowed her and Nicky to somewhat work through their feelings, it would be worth it alone for that. In any case, it would be an interesting discussion, and provide excellent context for the blog. "Ok, I'm down for that."

A silence fell as they sat back, Dean setting the seat to swinging again. Beth's mind began racing with all manner of ideas, and as she glanced across at Megan and Dean, she suspected they were mulling over things too. She shivered. "Come on then, time for bed. If we are going to change the world tomorrow, then we need to sleep tonight."

"Wise words, as always," Dean said, as he climbed to his feet.

"I'm tired," Megan said in a whiney voice as Beth stood up. "Carry me?"

Beth giggled at the adorable eyes Megan fluttered at Dean. He would crack, no doubt.

He sighed. "Come on then, piggy back."

"Yay." Megan leapt up, suddenly bouncing with energy, and jumped onto his back. He reached out and found Beth's hand in the darkness.