For good or bad, Concentric Circles derives its characters and circumstances from Points of Convergence
Activities continue after the Thornton's pool party in Points of Convergence.
Concentric Circles
By Euclidean
Chapter 1: The Gormans
Wendy woke first the following morning. Sunlight filled the room and she blinked several times as her eyes adjusted to its presence. Rising to a sitting position proved more difficult than usual as every muscle in her body seemed to ache. She massaged her arms in an effort to persuade them to function.
Her husband, Curt, lay sprawled on the bed next to her. His chest rose and fell, so she knew she did not need to call an ambulance. Other than that, he appeared dead to the world. Wendy slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. She checked the small clock they kept in there. It was 10:00 am.
Jennifer would need to be picked up after noon. They might be able to fudge on that a bit without annoying the grandparents too much. She had showered before bed, when they returned from the party, but still felt the need to wipe herself off. When she reached her crotch, she winced. Then she smiled. It had been a good, no great, party.
Stepping back into the bedroom, she paused to take in the sight of her husband laying there in all his naked glory. Curt did not get to sleep in the all-together much anymore with a three-year-old running about in the morning. His dick was flopped over. It looked delicious.
Even in her bruised and exhausted state, she could not resist the vision of a readily available cock. Easing herself onto the bed, she laid on her stomach perpendicular to her prey. She started to reach out with her right hand, then changed her mind. Propping herself on her elbows and scooting forward a little, she bent her head down and extended her warm tongue.
The little redhead used her tongue to scoop up the head of his dick, then closed her welcoming lips around the head. Her lips began a gentle massage just below the crown of Curt's cock while her tongue slowly circled it. A tingle ran down her spine as she felt it stiffen.
As he grew, she took more of the shaft into her mouth, but kept her pace slow and steady. There was no rush, and she loved having her husband's dick in her mouth. As she sucked him, she thought about the events of the day before and a warmth flowed through her body.
She had fucked three guys, including the Heileman's son, and had watched Curt with Pam Landry out on the patio. They had talked. They had talked dirty. Tim Heileman had fucked her into submission and carried her to a lounger to sleep the sleep of the sexually satisfied.
They had talked, she and Tim and Curt and Pam. She remembered asking Tim about his aunt, and his grandmother. He had seemed so at ease. Of course, her pussy was wrapped around his cock at the time. It was wrapped around that magnificent cock. She had asked Curt about her sister.
The pace of her sucking increased and her husband began to stir. His arms moved first as he brought them in toward his body from their splayed position. He uttered a quiet moan of appreciation and tilted his head up slightly to make sure he was not having another dream about yesterday.
Curt watched the red hair bobbing up and down and, almost imperceptibly, began to roll his hips upward to match his wife's rhythm. He propped himself on his elbows.
"Good morning," he said softly.
"Hmm, hmm," she replied.
He let her continue her ministrations, slowly laying his head back on the pillow.
"Damn, that feels good," he said. "Do you want me to do anything?"
It sounded like she said "not yet", but she was hard to understand with her mouth full of dick. He settled back to enjoy the blowjob.
Wendy was going to sit on his face, but decided she wanted to see it instead. She stopped sucking and straddled his hips. She held his cock in place and slowly eased him into her dripping pussy. The Heilemans, and that kid, had done a number on her at the party, so she was not ready to attack Curt like a maniac.
She braced her hands on his chest and rolled her hips more than rising and dropping down. Again, her pace was languid. She smiled down at her husband.
"I'm worn out, but you looked too good to pass up," she told him.
"Thanks, even worn out, you look hot as hell," he replied.
She rode him like this for several minutes. The only sound was their breathing and some noise from the movement of the bed.
"I had a great time at Ann's party," she finally broke the silence.
"That was pretty obvious. So did I," he laughed.
"We did it with teenagers. Oh, my god," she laughed with him.
"It was crazy. Crazy good. Who would have thought?"
"So many options," gushed Wendy.
"You were so sexy riding the Heileman kid's dick out there by the pool," he said as he stared hotly into her eyes.
"How did you like that pussy you were eating? Pam Landry is amazing, huh?"
Curt could sense her grinding becoming more intense.
"She was tasty. And she sucks a mean dick," he offered.
"She can really eat pussy, too," she said. "It was hot fucking Derek with her."
"It was quite a crowd."
"A lot of family members there," she said between breaths. "Were you surprised?"
"Yes, and surprised at how that played out," he admitted.
"Melanie and her son," she said.
"That, for sure."
"Should I have been more shocked, or grossed out?" she asked.
"Maybe. But you weren't. I could tell that from your teasing of Tim, asking him about his aunt and grandmother. That was, um, interesting," he said as he flexed up into her for emphasis.
She giggled a little.
"What?" he asked.
"And you," she said.
"Me what?" he was puzzled.
"I got you, too," she said.
He looked up at her, confused. Perhaps he did not remember, she thought.
"Remember what I asked you?" she asked him.
"What?"
Now she rose up until only the tip of his hard cock still lodged between her pussy lips. She held herself there for a moment, then plunged down violently. Her tender pussy convulsed and she bit her lower lip. She did it again.
"Did you fuck my sister?" she growled.
Her husband had forgotten that part of the poolside conversation. He smiled at her, enigmatically.
"No comment?" he tried.
"Fuck you," she cried out and slapped his chest.
Curt burst out laughing.
"Baby, no. I haven't fucked your sister," he assured her.
"Oh."
"But I ate her pussy," he teased.
"What?" she shrieked.
"I'm kidding," he said as he crossed his arms in front of his face to ward off any potential attack.
His wife stopped moving and gazed intently at him. A wicked smile crossed her face and her right hand crept down to her pussy. As her fingers began their work her hips began to rock again.
Her eyes closed and her mouth opened slightly. As she fucked him harder and faster, he held her hips and pressed up into her straining cunt. She seemed lost in her own world.
Their bodies began to glisten with sweat as their exertions increased. Wendy's pussy was sore but, rather than cause her to slow or stop, it turned her on more as she remembered why it was so tender. Derek's big cock, Andre bending her over the couch, Tim's young cock all flooded her mind. The brief possibility that her husband had fucked her own sister. Her orgasm washed over her body as all those thoughts flashed through her mind.
Curt knew something was going on to which he was not privy. He did not care. Wendy was sexy as hell and was pushing him to the brink. When he felt her insides spasm around his cock, he let loose a torrent of cum. It felt like he came forever. He was spent and flopped into the same position he was in when the morning began.
Wendy fell across his chest gasping for breath. She had now fucked four different men in less than twenty-four hours. Never in her wildest imagination would she have thought this possible even six months ago. Even after her rendezvous with Derek Heileman at her sister's apartment. That had been a randy, alcohol induced impulse. This was thought out and expected.
As Curt's erection receded inside her, she could sense his load leaking out of her pussy. The housewife in her realized some laundry must be done later in the day. She smiled, thinking it was a small price to pay.
The weary wife crawled off her husband, cupped her oozing pussy and stumbled to the shower. She toweled off and began drying her hair. Curt patted her butt as he passed her on his way to the shower.
They dressed and had a quick bite to eat before heading over to her in-laws to pick up their daughter. Curt's folks asked the usual questions about the party. Did they have a good time? Were there a lot of people there? How do they all know each other? Curt and Wendy were as vague as they could be without sounding purposefully evasive.
On the way home, Jennifer chattered non-stop about her Saturday with grandma and grandpa. There was a trip to the splash park, there were games played, there was ice cream. She was already asking when she could visit them again. At this, her mother and father shared a glance and a snicker.
*****
"Success!" proclaimed Wendy a couple of weeks later.
She and Curt were getting ready for dinner and Wendy had been on the phone with his mother. He turned to her.
"Well?" he asked.
"Your mother is good with watching Jennifer on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Now I can finalize the arrangements at the club," she said.
Wendy had been itching to use her yoga certification again to teach classes. She had convinced the golf club to let her use one of the fitness rooms twice a week to offer something different to the members. All that was left was to cajole Curt's mother into watching her granddaughter for a few hours on those days. It had not been difficult.
The meeting with the club manager and activities coordinator went smoothly. Members, particularly the women, were looking for another fitness related offering. Many had free time in the mornings and were eager to earn their lunch at the club's grill.
An email blast went out and notices were posted at several spots in the club. Wendy was pleased when she heard the response was positive and fifteen people signed up right away. She was mildly surprised to see that a couple of men would be attending.
A couple of days later she got a call from Melanie Heileman.
"Wendy, honey, I got an email saying you are running a yoga class. Is that true?" asked Melanie.
"It sure is," bubbled the redhead.
