Discovery

*** Authors Note: Any similarity to real persons or places described within this story is probably not an accident, although I've made the effort not to expose anybody too much. The story circulates around a girl I met once, who told me some of her story. I will always regret not having spent more time with her. Enjoy & please leave your comments, good or bad! ***

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Wondabyne on the Hawkesbury, Australia, March 1st 2020

I cracked my eyes with a groan as I felt the stir of little feet against my side and, despite the sudden onset of soreness in the parts of my body that mattered, I smiled nevertheless.

I rolled to my side to see wee Liam lying on his side, gently kicking his feet into my belly and smiling generously. No doubt he was enjoying the unusual feeling of waking up next to his mother instead of alone in his crib. I reached out and stroked his hair and opened my shirt and settled him up against my breast. "Thank god no one paid too much attention to my boobs last night" I thought to myself as I heard the gentle slurp of liquid pool from my nipple to his hungry lips. They might have gotten a little more than they bargained for.

Not for the first time I cooed over the title of "wee" that Liam had earned. In the early days of my relationship development with Conor, our discussions would often intertwine between the history of his life, his memories of his father and that of the one growing in my fattening belly. Somewhere in the middle of course, came the naming of his first born son. I made that decision for him and refused to have it any other way. Liam it was, but in very Irish from, wee Liam to distinguish the baby from his grandfather whom neither mother or son would ever meet.

I tore myself from my reverie and turned to where my man should be. Conor was not in bed and I reached over to the flat space where his body had lain, on the other side of Liam. It was still warm, so he mustn't have been up for too long. Just then I heard a loud female moan coming through the thin vertical boards that separated the 2 sleeping rooms in the small cottage, followed by a crescendo of groans and a bump against the wall.

"Good lord!" I thought to myself. "How could those two be at it again after last night's efforts?"

Sighing to myself, I realised it was probably because for the first time since they had hooked up, they were able to freely have at each other when Conor and I were around, after their 'coming out' last night. I smiled then at the thought of the four of us and the two kids all living together in the house at Greenwich. Suddenly the house didn't seem quite so big with Robbie hanging around more as well.

It was a nice thought though and I felt myself fall back into slumber as Liam finished his breakfast and happily dozed against my breast.

Sometime later I heard a knock at the door and managed a tired "come on in, Kelly." It could only be her.

She was giggling then as she sheepishly pushed the door open and tip-toed across to the bed. "How did you know it was me?"

"Phhh, Conor wouldn't knock and Sarah's always given our bedroom a wide berth." I looked across at the clock next to the bed. 7.13 am. "Knowing teens and pre-teens, I'm going to guess that Robbie and Aoife won't be out of their sleeping bags for at least another hour. So that leaves you Kell."

"Hmmm, I suppose it is rather obvious when you put it that way. Anyway, I need to tell you something. Sarah wants to tell everyone together, but I couldn't wait till everyone is back."

"Oh, sounds serious..." I said, staring into her eyes. "Hang on a minute." I carefully lifted Liam away from my breast and placed him on the spot that Conor had vacated, pushing a couple of pillows around him so that he wouldn't roll around. Thankfully he was still fast asleep.

"Come on in." I said, shifting over a bit and lifting the sheet to give her space. As she climbed into bed and laid her face down on the pillow next to mine, I sniffed a powerful waft of girl juice flow across me.

"Whoa girl, you smell like what could only be Sarah. Not surprising given the moans and bumps I heard coming from your room this morning."

"Oh, you heard all that? What else did you hear?" She blurted, suddenly looking a little tense.

"I don't know Kelly. What else shouldn't I have heard?" I replied feeling suddenly kind of suspicious.

"Well, um Sam, I need to tell you something and I hope you won't be angry or upset or anything. Sarah made me breakfast this morning and she woke me up with kisses and a glass of champagne. And then she asked me to marry her." The last was blurted quickly and she looked down into the pillow as she said it.

Part of me was dumbstruck. Even though I had long known that Kelly liked girls, I had kind of assumed it was more of a 'preferred boys, liked girls' kind of deal. Part of me wondered whether our little romp together might have tipped her over the middle point. She was obviously still into guys, given what she had got up to with Conor last night.

"Samster. Please say something..." Her lip was trembling a little bit now. More than anything else I just wanted her to be happy. Kelly meant so much to me, even given the other priorities that had since evolved in my life.

"Well, there's only one thing to say. Did you say yes?"

She smiled then. "Yes. That's when the moaning and bumping started up you see."

"Hmmm, I'm only happy if I'm still allowed to kiss you?"

"Oh God yes Sam. You never need to ask for that!" she quickly replied as she leant in and our lips and tongues met in a passionate kiss that still felt so natural between us.

I broke the kiss with a sudden thought. "I'm guessing that from here on in, I might not need to ask you for permission, but I'd better ask my husband and your...wife, or we might all find ourselves losing control shacked up together in that big old house of his."

She laughed then. "Yes there is that. Something tells me we might be wise to find alternate living arrangements if we want to avoid random orgies every other night of the week!"

"Phhh. If you really thought that was a likely outcome, there's no way you'd ever let Sarah move you guys out."

"Awww. You know me too well Junior."

I smiled at that. "I've so missed your silly nicknames since you've not been around every night. It makes me feel loved every time you use one."

She smiled back. "That's just the way they are always intended babe."

Then she gently pushed the sheet off herself and rolled quietly out of the bed. "OK, then. If I stay too much longer we'll just keep having moments and you'll never get out of bed. I saw Conor down on the end of the pier staring off over the water. If you want I'll watch wee Liam for you for a bit. Something tells me you might be wanting a quiet chat with him before we all come back together in a while?"

"Thanks Kell. That would be nice. There's plenty of bottled breast milk in the fridge when he wakes up again."

I pushed the sheet off my own body and stepped out of bed, groaning as the various pain points complained once again.

"Hmmm, that's exactly what I said when I woke up." Kelly giggled. "I suspect not half of what Conor must have felt like saying when he woke up this morning though! He's going to be feeling especially...um, abused?"

"I hope so Kelly. It might deter him from expecting that kind of treatment from me every other night when we get back!" We both laughed then.

I grabbed my bikini pieces from the back of the door where I'd left them to dry and slipped off my shirt. Kelly continued as I dressed in front of her.

"Ah Sam. If he's not jumping your bones the moment he sees you in that, sore or no, you better ask for a divorce! You are a seriously smoking hot mama girlfriend!"

"Thanks Kell. See you very soon eh? Oh and, I don't know about your impending announcement OK?" I winked. "Let's give Sarah her moment." She smiled as I swung out of the room and out through the lounge room to the veranda beyond and down the long wooden pier to where Conor was sitting in a deck chair at the end, staring off towards the Hawkesbury and the small town of Brooklyn beyond.

He looked up as he saw me coming and smiled warmly as I plunked my arse down crossways in his lap, the wooden chair groaning in complaint as it took our combined weight.

"How you feeling husband?" I said as I pressed my left breast into his chest and kissed his forehead. His hair was still wet from a swim and I felt the water from his shorts soaking through my bikini bottoms.

"I've got pain in places that I never knew existed till last night. And I feel absolutely alive wife. Thankyou for what you guys did for me last night." He looked up into my eyes for a moment then. "Nah, for all of us heh?"

I let go a long grateful sigh of relief then. "Yep, for all of us Conor. Judging by the sounds I just heard coming out of Sarah and Kelly's bedroom just now, I'm guessing the feeling is mutual from their corner."

We leaned into each other then and enjoyed a long passionate kiss. I pulled my lips from his for a moment. "Did I ever tell you how much you please me Conor?" I felt his penis getting hard under my arse as we wiggled back and forth against each other.

"I'm not sure Samantha. How much do I please you then?" He replied as I felt him growing beneath e.

"Ha. Really babe! How does that thing still work after last night?" I giggled reaching down and gently stroking my thumb and forefinger against the thin wet material covering his cock. "Well I'm going to have a swim first to freshen up and then maybe I'll come back and see what I can do about this little problem eh?"

He just smiled as I stood up and walked over to the edge of the pier. Just as I was about to dive in, a sudden naughty thought popped into my head. I reached around and undid my bikini top pulling it over my head. Then I dropped my bottoms onto the pier next to where my top had landed.

"Remember what happened the last time I showed you my bits in public husband?"

"Oh yeah. We fucked and I knocked you up." He chuckled. I grinned at him then and bent over in front of him in an exaggerated diving pose before launching myself into the cold salty water. I felt the various pains and strains melt away as I floated away from the pier on my back, staring up at the whispery clouds that floated across the sky.

The sun had not yet risen over the escarpments that surrounded the small inlet that led to Wondabyne, to bathe the water with light and the morning air was still and peaceful. I looked over to where Conor's yellow sea plane was bobbing gently at its mooring and let my mind wander back through the last two years to the night on the balcony of Halligans with Conor and everything that had come of it. So many 'what ifs' popped through my mind in those few moments.

Somehow fate had led me to a time and place that I couldn't imagine could be more wonderful. What a man I had met and married. That he had waded through so much grief and pain and come out the other side as the man he was, spoke volumes of his nature.

I felt arousal flow through me then just at the thought of him and his relatively close presence. A warmth spread between my thighs, despite the cold water. Quickly I swam back to the pier and climbed up the small ladder to kneel in front of him.

"How's about we see if another public display can end with another bun in the oven then shall we husband?"

He looked down at me, a mixture of surprise and lust on his face. "Really Samantha? You want to go again already?"

"I do Conor. I like being the mother of your babies, don't you know?" I whispered the last into his ear as I started to tug at his shorts and he lifted his butt off the chair to assist.

I slid my hands up and down his thighs as we made out for a while and I felt his passion rise to match my own. By the time I settled a hand around his penis, it was hard and I smeared a drop of pre-cum around the end, before ending the kiss and dropping myself back down on my thighs.

I snaked my tongue out and licked up and down his shaft for a while before closing my mouth around the end and sliding my lips all the way down to his belly, feeling the tip slide into my throat. I held it there for a while, swirling my tongue around the sides of his now slippery cock.

Just as I started to run out of breath and pull my lips back up along the shaft, we both heard the sound of a boat motor, apparently heading in our direction. "Ah, Sam? One of the tourist boats is heading up the inlet. It's pretty close babe."

I popped the end of his dick from my lips and looked up at him with a lop-sided grin. "Well then, we'd best show them how the locals do it eh?"

He just groaned then as I rose up off my knees and drooped my legs over the arms of the chairs he lay back in. "Don't hold back my love. Put your cum inside me and make a little boy or girl while the whole word is watching. I want them to see how much you mean to me and how much I want your babies. Do it now!" I almost shouted as I felt his stomach ripple with his passion.

As I heard the boat motor getting louder and louder I increased the speed of my arse up and down on his penis, wondering what the scene must look like from a boat on the water looking back at us.

Suddenly I heard the raspy sound of a voice coming from the PA system on the boat. "And if you happen to look over to your right just about now, you'll see a fairly common species to be found around the Hawkesbury this time of year. The newlyweds." There was a brief pause from the speakers then as I heard a couple of whistles and cat calls waft across the water from the boat.

Almost sub-consciously I felt myself lift my arse a little bit higher and my thighs widen. If I was going to give them a show, I thought, I might as well make the most of it. I trailed my free hand down aross my arse, pulling my arse cheeks open.

Then PA man spoke again. "Morning Sam. Morning Conor."

Holy shit. Busted. Conor slowly lifted his hand and waved in the direction of the boat as I followed suit with the hand that wasn't otherwise engaged. A few more laughs wafted back from the boat as it disappeared around the bend from the front of the cottage.

"Jack Singleton." Conor said as I looked up at him with an unspoken enquiry, my lips still tasting the salt water from his chin. "He was at our wedding bash last year." I chuckled briefly and then proceed to finish what I had started.

With both hands I started pumping my hips faster, letting my lips and the muscles of my cunt play with the tip of his slowly pumping penis. I felt the tell-tale throb of his cock a couple of times before his warm cum flowed into my vagina and I slowly lessened my body's movements up and down his own.

"Ahh wife, I'll never get tired of that gift."

"And I'll never tire of giving it husband." I returned as I dropped my face from his and slowly moved my lips down his body until I reached his thighs and I felt his fingers gently collect my long wet auburn tresses away from my face.

Then a soft voice interrupted our private moment. "And I'm pretty damn sure I'd never tire of watching it." I looked up from Conor's crotch and saw Sarah, standing a few meters back on the pier. She was wearing what suspiciously looked like Kelly's singlet from last night. Only on Sarah it left her breasts barely covered and only reached somewhere at the junction of her thighs. I followed the cotton down until I saw wispy brown hairs escaping from the bottom of the hem. The fact she was comfortable presenting herself to us like this spoke volumes about the success of last night's activities.

Then she continued. "That was just about the hottest thing I've ever seen guys. Am I to be an aunty again then? I'm guessing you'll both be the talk of Brooklyn within a couple of hours either way!

"I had to interrupt because Robbie just texted and he and Aoife are packing up and, well Kelly and I have something to announce and we'd appreciate your presentable selves when you're ready?"

"Sure Sarah, we'll be right up." I winked at her and she chuckled as she spun on her heel with a final glance at Conor's naked body and then sauntered off back along the pier, half her butt cheeks fetchingly wobbling at the bottom of the singlet.

I looked down at Conor then and there was no hint of surprise at all on his face. I raised my eyebrows a little then in a questioning manner. "Ah c'mon Sam, I might be a man but I'm not completely stupid. I saw the newly opened bottle of champagne in the kitchen when I got up and Sarah disappearing into their room with 2 glasses in hand. It's not hard to guess at what she was up to, given the sudden need for 'an announcement'.

He paused for a moment and sighed deeply. "Though, I had been thinking we could take the plane up to Port Macquarie maybe for lunch? I'm sure, Sarah and Kelly will be happy to do their auntie thing for a few hours and something tells me Robbie and Aoife will keep themselves entertained anyway. Maybe this just gives us an extra reason to be away?"

I smiled and sighed as I lifted my face up to his and accepted and long, soft kiss. "A few hours of just you and me sounds lovely babe."

"Alright then, it's a date. How's about we go on inside, feign general surprise at their announcement of impending matrimonial bliss and then I'll go online and log a flight path. We could be back for dinner."

I dropped my head up to his chest and sighed as for some strange reason a shadow moved across my soul just at that moment. There's no way that life should be this wonderful. "No tomorrow, no tomorrow."

"Damn you Gary" I whispered, not for the first time in my life.

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Craig Averson was just pulling in one of the float lines from his oyster runs when he heard the familiar sound of the engine of the small plane that came and went from his little world several times a year. "That'll be Conor leaving with his family." He thought to himself as he smiled broadly.

He'd sold his family holding to Conor a few years ago for an outrageous price. Partially because of the money Conor had insisted on paying him, he'd never need work again. But he couldn't bear to give up his oyster shoal holding. What the fuck would he do with himself? So he'd slowly passed off his licenses to other oyster farms in the area and just kept enough to give himself something to do of a day.

He let his mind wander back to Conor and Samantha's wedding party a year ago. The local folks of Brooklyn and Wondabyne and the surrounds had been brought to life that night for a once in a generation event. Conor had sent out an open invite to the surrounding communities and he and his young wife had turned the defunct stone quarry of Wondabyne into an oasis of light and music and, well, any other pleasures an oyster farmer or fisher could bring himself to endure.

Some of the older residents had known Conor the boy very well, along with his parents and felt deeply for the sad ending of that little family. Naturally by the time the party had started, those who didn't know the story had heard it and all were very happy to see how life had worked out for him in the end.

Craig himself ended up feeling very happy towards the end of the night as he was cornered by an older women present at the party; evidently she worked at one of the firms related to Conor's business interests. They had sneaked away together for a drunken skinny dip and she had shown him a couple of tricks of the female body he'd never dreamed existed until that night.

He chuckled to himself then at the memory just as the sound of the plane engine grew louder and the bulky yellow shape of the seaplane erupted from the inlet that led from the Hawkesbury up to the Wondabyne. He paused in his work for a moment watching as the plane gained height and banked to the left, heading for the mouth of the Hawkesbury and the open sea beyond.