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!

NB: If you haven't already, read the back story or a lot of the dialogue will be difficult to follow.***

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Wondabyne on the Hawkesbury, Australia, Feb 29th 2020

Well then, here we are.

It is 2 years, almost to the day, since I had found out all about my man of mystery. Ever since the magical night that had followed between he and I, he'd cast off the curtain of night that surrounded his presence and truly bloomed. As a man, a husband and a father, not necessarily in that order though. The fatherhood for a second time some nine months after the night I lost my virginity to him. How's about that then?

Over time I also found out a lot more about his business interests as well, which have since come to intrigue me almost as much as they did him, I suspect. Though it was true that I would never really understand the mathematical genius behind his algorithms.

Very soon after he had said goodbye to Charlie and Kate and Sarah headed off to her period of internment, his newly appointed lawyer had put him in touch with an old school pal whom he knew had some dealings funding such endeavours as Conor's. This was none other than Kelly's dad, who had already made a minor name for himself in the investment banking industry picking successful technology related initiatives to back financially. None of those came near the scale of what he was about to develop with Conor though.

After a relatively short period of time Kelly's dad, Simon Barclay, had steered Conor away from his original work with Charlie; that was the development of a series of algorithms that could successfully forecast the daily movements of any particular capital market to reliable accuracy of 72% or more. Simon believed that this kind of tool had the potential to destroy the free movement of the world's markets if it got into the hands of too many of the wrong folks and he wasn't willing to play with that kind of fire.

Instead, they had licensed the algorithms to a small number of not-for-profit superannuation funds and charities, tightly secured so they couldn't be copied or distributed. They felt this was an ethical way to garner enough revenue to develop other uses for Conor's skills.

In the end, the simplest solution proved true. Conor just adapted his original work with Charlie to enable research programs to predict the most successful outcomes and adapt their automated research systems on the fly. Artificial Reasoning as Conor called it, and much faster than the human brain could compute the multitude of problem/answer equations and come to the same accurate conclusions. Multi-nationals such as pharmaceutical companies couldn't get enough of his work. In some cases, research programs that might have taken years had been reduced to a few months.

It was this solution and its various offshoots that had made Conor, Simon and his solicitor David Howarth, very rich men. It had also been managed in a way, at Conor's request, that almost no one outside of their tight inner circle had even heard Conor's name. Conor wouldn't have had it any other way, as he jealously guarded his privacy and that of his daughter.

"His new wife is also thankful for that!" I thought to myself, not for the first time. The idea of ending up like those folks in the glare of the media spotlight day after day terrified me. Especially now that I was a relatively new mother myself.

And then there was Halligans.

I was particularly curious about that and Sarah's enigmatic reference to Conor's mother Grace on the disclosure of his purchase of Halligans. As Conor ended up explaining to me one night, Grace's dad had made his wealth from owning a string of pubs throughout Ireland. He had hated the poor Irish Catholics of the land he shared with them. But at the same time, he apparently had no issues with emptying their wallets in his pubs and sending them home drunk to continue the cycle of domestic violence that was the centre point of the Irish family's troubles throughout the 20th century.

I believe that Conor had it in mind as a way of saying "I am your da's equal now and you didn't run for nothing mama." He didn't quite put it this way when he told me his reasons, but I read this intent clearly between his words. I'm not sure what Grace would have made of it though. I think it was just something he needed to do.

Thankfully for us too. Mr and Mrs Walker, only a year into our marriage. If it wasn't for Halligans, we might never have met.

So anyway, after a couple of wonderful years together, we had finally decided to gather up our new little group of family and friends and escape to where Conor had grown up in Wondabyne for a few days.

The strangest thing about the place was there was absolutely no reason for it to even to have a name. It consisted of a now defunct stone quarry, a train station and a half dozen dilapidated houses spread along the opposite side of the inlet from the station. As Sarah had said to me that night, "such a beautiful and abandoned place you never did see."

Over the few years he was building his business, Conor had built a new cottage right next to the tiny fibro shack where he had grown up. The owner of the property had been the son of the old oyster farmer who had let Conor and his mother stay there rent free for so many years. Conor had refused to pay him less than triple the value of the property.

He had also learnt to fly and had bought an old seaplane from a struggling tour flight operator that ran flights out of Sydney harbour. It allowed him to fly from his place at Greenwich up to Wondabyne at whim, so he could escape the real world and spend his spare time reliving the all too brief period of happiness he had with his mother, before she passed.

So, we had all come to celebrate his birthday, the first I would experience with him and the last for another 4 years, given the oddity of his being born on February 29th. We also had another mission to fulfil tonight, to, well.... let's just say get some other things out of the way.

Conor's voice interrupted my reverie as I watched the last train from Gosford trumble away along the waterfront tracks of the Hawkesbury towards Sydney.

"We're ready for you wife. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Oh yeah husband. I am sooooo ready." I whispered as I moved into his arms. "Is wee Liam asleep then?"

"He is and I hope it stays that way, though there are plenty of hands available to address that problem if he wakes. Our son is not short of loving aunties, for sure. Your brother texted me as well. He and Aoife have set up camp and are happily toasting baked bean jaffles over their fire for dinner."

I smiled at the scene. My brother Robbie was now 15 and Conor's daughter Aoife, 10. Despite the age gap, they had quickly become best friends and we had agreed to let them go camping for a night in a small clearing along the shoreline, where the oyster farmers used to settle in for the night in times long past. This suited us fine to get them out of the house, to be honest. We had adult things in mind tonight.

Conor spoke again after a short silence as his hand gently stroked my back. "I'll not say that I'm sure I'm comfortable with this course you ladies have put before me, but I understand your reasoning and I'll do my best Sam."

I momentarily thought back to a line that Kelly threw at me in the midst of our once off passionate encounter a few years ago "What if I was she and she were you?", alluding to the idea of her and Sarah and Conor sharing me.

"There is still a small cloud that hangs over us all Conor that we need to clear away. And, I suspect a few wish-list items that need to be ticked off. If we can manage to keep the green jealousy monster away, I suspect we shall all find ourselves very spent and walking a little lighter, come the morning."

"OK well, there's naught I can do now but go with the flow and the mistress of ceremonies has demanded your presence, stat!"

I relinquished Conor's embrace and chugged the last of the bubbly fluid from the glass left almost forgotten on the railing of the veranda that faced out into the dark watery inlet in front of me.

As I cast a final glance towards the faded grey side of the old fibro shack that lay off to the side of the new cottage I was about to enter, I felt a sudden whisper of breeze float up from the water. I spoke to the breeze from within my head. "I'm not sure if a part of you is still there Grace, but I hope you would approve of what is about to happen."

With that I slid open the glass door to the living room and took in the countenances of Kelly and Sarah sitting side by side looking up at me, expectantly.

"Ok then Kelly belly. Let's make this so....." I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.

"You would make the worst random nickname generator in world history Samantha. Thank God he brought me into your world to make amends." Then she glanced around at Sarah and Conor as I took my place next to him on the couch opposite where Kelly sat. Kelly and Sarah had moved the coffee table away and only a plush woollen rug lay on the hard timber flooring between us.

"So, who wants to go first then?" I asked softly, begging it not to be me. I looked around and neither Sarah nor Conor looked all that keen either.

With a gentle sigh Kelly spoke up again. "I guess it'll be me then?" Everyone nodded in unison with a common look of gratefulness passing between Conor, Sarah and I.

We had agreed to try a sort of Truth AND Dare approach to the evening, without the usual kid's game approach of one-upmanship. Everyone was to ask a question and request an action in turn. We had all agreed to do our best to be honest and stick it through to whatever natural conclusion might arrive.

I think we each had our own demons to slay and all agreed it might be best done with the same best practice of removing a Band-Aid. We had prepared for the evening with showers and the donning of our usual night wear, following by a single glass of champagne. I had added quick nervous cigarette to my preparations, hence my recent presence on the veranda outside.

Kelly, ever the least shy of our group, was wearing only a basic white cotton singlet and panties. Her long nipples, contrasted against her small breasts, were already making their presence known. Sarah, a little more subdued, wore a full t-shit and a pair of Hello Kitty white satin boxers over what I was pretty sure would be modest underwear. Cute, I thought. I had on one of Conor's old black cotton business shirts that I had taken to wearing to bed and nothing else. It barely reached the tops of my thighs and I was very aware of the fact as I shifted carefully on the couch.

Conor was wearing a black cotton singlet and tight fitting cotton boxers. The attire did little to hide the shape of his toned body and his daddy package, even though he was clearly far from aroused at this moment. I tore my gaze from his body as Kelly spoke again.

"Sarah, my question is to you. I want to know about the first time that you had sex with Conor?"

Sarah's mouth dropped. "How did you know? I've never spoken a word about that and I'm damn sure Conor wouldn't have either; even to Sam!" Sarah looked across to me then, looking for confirmation. I just shook my head and turned to face Conor.

Conor was staring at Kelly, his eyes somewhat withdrawn to the man of mystery of old. "She sure knows how to hit straight to the heart. I suspect that was a fishing job and you swallowed it whole Says."

Sarah looked back at Kelly. "What?" Kelly's eyes dropped then to where her fingers were twiddling between her thighs.

Despite the tenseness of the moment I almost chuckled as I spoke. "Well there's the first 'first' of the night. Kelly's just discovered how to look sheepish. And Says, you the psychologist in the room falling for that." I tried to keep my tone light, understanding how deeply personal the question must have been, given that neither Sarah or Conor had ever spoken of anything more than a platonic, if deep, friendship between them. I continued. "But now that the cat is out of the bag so to speak, I want to hear the answer."

I reached over to grasp Conor's hand, wanting to let him know I wasn't angry or upset. I needed him to feel comfortable with what we were doing.

Sarah's eyes turned slowly from where she had been staring daggers at the top of Kelly's head, back to mine. They softened somewhat as she blew out a long breath and began her answer.

"As you both know, Conor had shown an extraordinary measure of forgiveness bringing me into his home and into the life of his daughter, after what I had done to them." She turned her face to Conor then and her eyes met his. I realised straight away that she was preparing him for what she was about to say and trying to let him know it was OK.

"I had been living with them for about 6 months and life had fallen into a nice routine. I had begun some extra studies and was doing some pro-bono counselling out of one of Conor's front rooms, mostly for drug addicts and former prisoners. I felt I had a lot of debt built up to pay back to the world and Conor's generosity was providing me with a means to begin that process.

"But there was something still not quite right between us. I felt that despite what he had done for me, there was still something uncertain hovering closely beneath the surface. I felt his eyes upon me sometimes while I was doing mundane around the house things. Making coffee or ironing; reading a book. Almost like he was always on the cusp of saying something he desperately wanted to get out there.

"But, whatever is was it never came. Even to this day. Whatever that feeling was, it stopped the day after you and Conor first....well you know."

"Fucked?" I bumbled.

"Made love, Sam. I think that was the key. You made love and that was his medicine.

"When Conor and I first, well....." She trailed off as if searching for words, then quickly made a decision and let it all go. "He didn't make love to me. He didn't have sex with me. He just fucked me, hard, fast and passionless. He dropped his load and left me. He didn't speak to me for a week afterwards."

"Oh Conor." I whispered as I looked over to him. "That was cruel." His eyes were still smoky and guarded and I could see his own internal shame and embarrassment there. And then I noticed he was hard. Even as Sarah was revealing his shame, his body was conjuring up its own natural response to the memory.

I made a decision then that I later came to thank with all my heart. "Show us how it happened Sarah. Conor. I want to see this. No, I have to understand this thing that my husband did to you."

Sarah didn't blink an eye. I think she needed to do this as well. She needed to look back at a long withheld sense of sorrow and pain and spit it in the eye. She stood up and moved over to the kitchen counter that ran along one side of the living room and stood over it, facing away from us. Then she continued with as much confidence as she could muster, though we all heard the trembling in her voice.

"I was making toast in the kitchen one morning and Conor was behind me, sipping away at his coffee. Hang on, something isn't quite right". She slipped her fingers into her satin boxers and pushed them down around her thighs till they spilled at her ankles, before she kicked them away with one foot. She was now dressed only in her white panties and shirt, her hair drawn up in its usual pony tail.

"It was one of those moments I described before. I could feel Conor's eyes on me and I slowly turned around. She turned to face us as she spoke, recreating the moment.

"He was wearing loose grey boxers and a white singlet. And he was erect. 'This is a first!' I thought at the time. In hindsight, the prior times I had felt this feeling, we weren't getting around in our sleeping kit like we happened to be this morning. So this mightn't have been the first time he had reacted that way while watching me."

Conor sensed it was his turn at that moment and that he had some explaining of his own to do. "I suspect that every time you had that feeling I was hard Says." This was almost a whisper.

"I hadn't been with a woman since Kate. When you moved in I started to remember what it felt like having a woman around. The fact that you are also startling beautiful didn't help." Sarah let a very slight smile show then just as a tear formed at the corner of one eye and her bottom lip trembled.

"The looks you sensed from me weren't anger directed at you Says. I was angry at myself. Despite what I have since found out about what Kate was really like, I thought I was betraying her memory feeling lust towards the woman most responsible for her death and nearly that of Aoife. I was disgusted with myself."

Sarah's tears were falling openly now, but it seemed she had already made a decision to follow through with this story and she spoke again. "This is what happened, Kelly, the first time. I knew I had to let nature take its course and I made a quick decision at the time that I am still not sure was the right or wrong one."

She turned around again towards the counter and bent over it, pushing her arse in the air. She reached back with her hands and slid her panties down off her hips tell they fell to the floor.

"This is what I said to him then: 'Come on then Conor. If this is what you want, come here and fuck me. Use me.'"

I looked across to Conor then. He was watching her. We all had been as she exposed her butt and pussy to us. He let go of my hand and stood up, pushing his boxers down as he walked towards her.

"I didn't say a word to Says at the time. I just did what she asked." He walked up behind Sarah and without missing a beat, aligned his hard cock with her vagina and pushed forwards into her in one sudden movement.

I looked across at Kelly. She had her hand over her mouth and silent tears were flowing across her cheeks. I had a sudden inkling then of what might have been developing between her and Sarah. I think this was the most upset I had ever seen her. I got up from my position on the couch and moved over beside her. She rested her head on my chest and we both watched as Conor pumped his dick in and out of Sarah.

Sarah lay there spread across the kitchen counter unmoving except for the jolt of her hips against the counter as Conor thrust his hips against her. After only a couple of minutes, Conor pulled his dick out of Sarah and pushed her t-shirt up as far as he could before spraying his cum up across her arse cheeks and over her back. I couldn't believe what he did next. He lifted his hand up and just once, smacked her arse with the flat of his hand. She didn't make a sound. She knew it was coming.

Conor spoke again then as he stood behind her, head down, watching his cum pool in the small of her back and slide down across her arse. "And that is exactly how it happened. And the next 5 times too before I met Sam. Happy now Kelly? Eh?" He turned around and I saw he had tears of his own then. The first and last time I ever saw my husband cry.

Kelly got up off the couch and wandered over to Sarah, gently pushing Conor out of the way. She bent down and kissed Sarah's arse check where the red impression of Conor's hand showed striking against the white skin surrounding it. She continued to kiss in outwards circles until she reached the first glob of Conor's cum. With only a short pause, her tongue snaked out and lifted the small white pool into her mouth.