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Subject: {ASSM} Once Around the Family Chap 3
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Once Around the Family
Chapter Three


"I liked it to, monsieur," came a female voice from the direction of the 
doorway.
Both our heads snapped sharply in the direction of the voice.
"Monique!" I exclaimed as both Jessie and I jumped to our feet.
Coming towards us through the blue veils was my parent's maid.
"Its good to see you...again, monsieur Michael," Monique purred. The 
obvious meaning of her comment was not lost on either Jessie or I as 
Monique's eyes locked on my now flaccid cock and the tip of her tongue 
wet her succulent lips.
Turning her attention now to Jessie "And you Mademoiselle. Oh excuse 
moi, Madam. It's always a pleasure to see you too. You were missed...very 
much."
Was it my imagination or did Monique just make a blatant overture to 
Jessie? Judging by the way Monique's eyes were now scanning up and down 
my bride, it was probably safe to say, "You're damn right she did!"
"Monsieur and Madam must have many questions regarding..." Monique ended 
the statement with a wave of her hand indicating the décor and of course 
the girl on the dais.
"Permit me to show you to the room your mother would like you to have 
first. After, while you freshen up, I will let your parents know you 
have arrived. Your questions would be more appropriately answered by 
them." With that said Monique turned and withdrew through the veils 
towards the door.
Jessie and I followed her movements in disbelief. It may have been a 
tactful move on Monique's part if she had ignored catching us in a 
compromising position but she acted as if she hadn't even seen the girl 
on the dais, like the girl was just a piece of furniture. Staring each 
other in the eyes all we could do is shrug our shoulders and follow 
after Monique.
Gathering up our clothes I didn't see the point in putting them on, 
Monique had already seen all there was to see, so with one more glance 
at the visibly sweating girl, we headed towards the hallway.
Monique met us at the door, our luggage apparently already moved to our 
room. "Your mother has selected the Terrace View room for your visit," 
she said as she led us further down the hall. Rather than the third door 
on the right as I had selected, the fifth door on the left was now ajar.
  My parents were not the uptight super-rich type who needed everything 
to conform to their standards and the standards of elite society. In 
fact, growing up, I had always found the atmosphere to be laid back and 
relaxed. For example, the staff weren't forced to wear the stiff starchy 
formal uniforms one would normally expect a maid or butler to wear but 
rather they were encourage to wear whatever they choose, provided the 
choice was appropriate for their duties that day. On rare occasions, 
when more formal attire is required, the staff would be uniformed. My 
father would often say "people are at their best when they're 
comfortable". This is a practise that he installed in both his personal 
life and in his many holdings, which benefited him by gaining many 
wonderful friends, loyal employees and successful business ventures.
However, as I could recall, my parents also didn't permit staff to dress 
inappropriately. Maids could wear jeans but not jeans that were so tight 
they did little to conceal the charms hidden within. Other items of 
apparel that would not be tolerated were black chemise tops that stopped 
just below the bust line with no bra and nipples poking out in front by 
half an inch, not to mention white four inch stiletto heels. But this is 
exactly what I was looking at as Monique proceeded up the hall in front 
of us. Not that I was complaining mind you. Monique's rather ample bust 
line was doing all that it could to push the bottom of her top away from 
her smooth flat abdomen. As an added bonus the jeans rode so low on her 
hips the tops of a lacy white thong panty appeared above the belt line.
"Man, she does look good," I thought to myself as she walked ahead of 
us. Her feet crossing in front of each other gave her butt the kind of 
sultry sway that would turn any man's head. Her short dark brown hair 
accented the depth of her brown eyes and the rich fullness of her bright 
red painted lips parted to show near perfect pearl white teeth whenever 
she smiled.  There was no doubt in my mind that Monique had obvious 
personal attributes that normally would be lost on a domestic in any 
other household.
It didn't take a Rhodes Scholar, which both Jessie and I were, to figure 
out things were not as they were when last I was here. Granted I had 
been away to Oxford for the past six years, only returning for short 
durations during holiday seasons and summer vacation but I'm sure I 
would have had to be completely blind not to have noticed this much of a 
change.
"Monsieur et Madam, voici,"exclaimed Monique as she ushered us into our 
apartments.
"I will leave you alone now and go find your parents." With that Monique 
left pulling the door closed behind her.
"Wow!" said Jessie. "Your mother definitely isn't the jealous type 
having her around the house."
"Things have really changed while I've been away. Monique is one thing 
but naked girls hogtied in the bedrooms, I don't think we're in Kansas 
anymore Dorothy" I quipped.
"Well, let's freshen up like she suggested and then go find your folks. 
I think we can assume they will be expecting to answer a lot of questions."
A short while later, Jessie and I both dressed in shorts, T-shirts and 
sandals, found ourselves heading down the hall toward the grand 
staircase. As we started down the steps Jean Paul's voice rose from the 
foyer below, "Monsieur Michael, it's so good to see you again. And Madam 
Jessie, we are so glad to have you here."
Jean Paul stood in the middle of the foyer looking up at us. Like 
Monique, Jean Paul's brilliant smile was one the first features one 
noticed. However one's attention would soon be drawn to the powerfully 
built arms and broad muscular chest tightly packed in a black T-shirt.
Like Monique, Jean Paul's hair was thick, dark and wavy just resting on 
his ears. His phenomenal upper physique led to narrow hips and well 
muscled legs moulded in skintight jeans.
Moving to the bottom of the staircase Jean Paul greeted me with a vice 
like handshake and a pat on the shoulder. "You've been working out I 
see," he said as he gazed up and down my physique, "I am impressed."
"Both Jessie and I were on the swim team at university. You can't do 
that many laps of an Olympic pool and not put on some muscle. Of course 
lifting the odd barbell might have helped to," I said laughing. "Jean 
Paul it's good to see you again."
"And you also Monsieur. Well we must make you feel at home immediately. 
Your parents are waiting for you by the pool."
Jessie and I walked hand in hand as Jean Paul led the way through the 
house to the large French doors that opened onto a large stone patio 
which in turn opened on several acres of landscaped gardens comparable 
to those found on many European estates.
We followed a red brick path, which led to a tall privet hedge that 
surrounded the pool. We could hear several voices, music, laughter and 
splashing of the water.
Turning to us, Jean Paul stopped and said "Une moment. Before entering, 
the bride and groom must be announced". Stepping through the opening in 
the hedge his voice could be heard over all the other voices "Attention, 
Attention." All sounds of a party suddenly ceased. "Monsieurs et madams, 
I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Michael Weston."
Jean Paul then stepped back through the opening and ushered us forward 
just as the sounds of the Bridal March boomed from the stereo system.
As we stepped through the opening several people, most with drinks or 
ordeurves in their hands, began cheering and calling our names. Most of 
the people I recognized as neighbour or friends but there were a few 
unfamiliar faces.
My father and mother were approaching us from the far end of the pool 
near the sauna both waving and smiling proudly as they twisted their way 
through the crowd. Much to our surprise, Jessie's parents, Roger and 
Tammy Blake, were hot on their heels.
Moving forward to handshakes, slaps on the back and congratulations we 
finally managed to connect with our families. Mothers and fathers both 
hugged and kissed their respective child and then switched to others child.
Eventually we were led to a table where we given drinks and seated. 
Between the many questions from our parents about how our honeymoon 
went, did we enjoy ourselves, what was the weather like, etc. we found 
ourselves greeting everyone else. After more than an hour of this my 
mother announced, "You boys stay and chat. We girls have some chatting 
to do of our own." Before I had a chance to object the two mothers each 
had one of Jessie's hands and were leading her away through the crowd.
I watched them disappear and then turned to my father, "Dad do you think 
we might have a chance to talk, in private."
"Sure Mike. Monique told us you would have some interesting questions 
about some things you, let's just say, saw" he said while chuckling out 
loud. "Grab your drink and let's go for a walk. Roger care to join us?" 
he invited Jessie's father.
"Why not?" replied Roger as he rose from his chair.
Startled at Mr. Blake being asked to accompany us, I stuttered "ah Dad. 
What I have to talk to you about is kind of personal, no offence Mr. Blake."
"No offence taken, Mike. And isn't time you started calling me Roger? We 
are family now."
"Mike, if you don't mind, I have a pretty good idea what you want to 
talk to me about. It's about something you saw in the Blue room. Am I 
correct?"
"Well, ah yes sir. Yes it is." I responded.
"In that case Roger may be very helpful in explaining things. Trust me."
"Well, ok, if you say so," definitely confused about how my 
father-in-law was going to help my father explain a naked girl in the 
bedroom.
We made our apologies to the other guests and headed off along another 
path towards the gardens. Before we actually left the pool deck I swore 
I saw my father look over at Monique, who was serving ordeurves, and nod 
his head to which she responded with a similar nod.
After a while we came to a clearing with a patio and chairs in the 
middle. Each of us took a seat as my father passed out cigars. Once 
everyone was comfortable my father began.
"Mike as you know your mother and I first met Roger and Tammy at your 
engagement party at their house in the Hampton's. What you don't know is 
we found that we had many different interests in common and now I'm sure 
it's safe to say, we have become best friends."
"I'll agree with that," chirped Roger.
"After you and Jessie left to return to Oxford, the Blakes invited your 
mother and I to stay on as their guests for a few more days. We found we 
enjoyed each others company so much that we in turn invited them to come 
and stay here with us. Ever since at least once a month..."
"Sometimes two or three times a month," interjected Roger.
"Yes sometimes," my father smiled over at Roger. Returning his attention 
to me now he continued, "we often stay at each other's homes.
One time while they were here the four of us went for a stroll through 
the gardens. It was just turning to dusk when we approached this 
clearing and I thought I could hear sounds. Being cautious of 
trespassers we just moved to the edge of the trees over there," he said 
pointing to a dense patch of woods.
"When we looked over here on the lawn we could see two people making love."
Again Roger interjected, "not just making love. He had her bent over 
this table and was pounding at her ass like a man possessed. I tell you, 
up to then I had never seen anything like it."
"I don't think any of us had seen anything like it," added my father. 
"Anyhow, at first I was embarrassed and upset that my guests had to be 
exposed to this type of behaviour and I was about to chase the couple 
off, but..."
"But? But what?" I begged for an answer.
"I realized I recognized the couple. It was Monique and Jean Paul. Well 
initially we were shocked, especially because we knew them. But knowing 
them also brought the voyeur out in us. It was amazing. We just stood 
there, even the women, no one making a move and not making a sound, just 
watching them going at it.
Your mother and Tammy had been walking in front of us when we came to 
the clearing so we were still standing behind them, like I said, 
watching. Well we're all human and watching them going at it like that; 
it started to have its affect on us. Before I actually realized what I 
was doing I had your mother's breast in my hand and was grinding my hips 
against her ass. She wasn't putting up a fight either; in fact I'd be 
willing to bet all she wanted was to get some of her own.
Anyway, after a couple of minutes of this, I finally remembered where I 
was. When I looked over at Tammy and Roger he not only had his hand on 
her boob but he also had her blouse open, bra pulled up and his other 
hand jammed down the front of her pants."
At this point Roger took up the explaining, "Your father didn't know 
what to do. Both the women were transfixed on Monique and Jean Paul. He 
and I were just starring at each other's wife's charms.
Once before Tammy and I had been involved with another couple but it was 
only a one-night thing. We had talked about it many times since but we 
both agreed if we ever did it again it would have to be with someone we 
knew and really wanted to share with for a long time, like your 
parents." Dad and Roger took this opportunity to give each other that 
knowing smile.
	Again Dad took over the explaining, "well the girls didn't seem to mind 
and I think it was obvious we were all horny as hell. Well we just kept 
going. Before we knew it I had your mother down on all fours and was 
pounding into her just as hard as Jean Paul was doing Monique. And Roger 
was doing Tammy right beside us.
	We must have gotten a little noisy because all of a sudden Jean Paul 
and Monique both jumped up but instead of running away, they came over 
to us. Monique went to Tammy and Jean Paul to your mother.
	Monique got down on her knees in front of Tammy, took her head in her 
hands and then stuck her tongue as far as she could down Tammy's throat. 
Tammy loved it and so did Roger.
Meanwhile Jean Paul also got down on his knees in front of your mother. 
When she looked up, she was staring straight at his erect cock only an 
inch from her mouth. Jean Paul moved forward and she opened up. Every 
time I pounded into her I drove her forward on to his cock."
"While that was going on Monique was heating things up for Tammy and I" 
Roger added to the story. "She got on her back and beneath Tammy. In 
this position she could lick Tammy's pussy while I fucked her.  Then she 
had a hold on my balls and began using them to guide our copulating. 
Every few strokes in Tammy, Monique would make me pull out and she would 
swallow my cock. After three or four strokes in her throat she put me 
back in Tammy's cunt and went back to licking Tammy's clit.
The next thing I know Tammy moves herself over Monique in a 69 position 
and starts going down on Monique. The two of them began moaning and 
screaming while keeping their faces buried in each other cunts like two 
women possessed. I know Monique came three or four times and Tammy 
probably just as many times if not more.
When it became obvious that I was about to blow my load Monique 
positioned Tammy directly in front of my cock. Tammy didn't need to be 
told what to do next and wrapped her lips around my dick. That wasn't 
the first time she sucked me off but that was the first time she ever 
took me in so deep, all but the last inch or so. Not only that but I 
thought she was trying to suck my balls right up through my prick.
Monique moved around behind me, reached around and grabbed Tammy's 
hands. She placed each of her hands on each of my ass cheeks and then 
had Tammy spread them wide.
I had never felt anything like it before. Monique must have tremendous 
tongue muscles because in one shot I know she shoved it up my ass well 
past the sphincter. She kept pumping that wonderful tongue in and out of 
me. It was heaven.
Now Tammy's never had a problem turning me on. Our sex life has always 
been active and good, but that night was something else. When I could 
feel myself starting to cum I grabbed Tammy by the back of the head and 
pulled her onto my tool, something I would never have done before nor 
would she have let me. I dumped bucket loads down her throat. I never 
came that hard in my life.
When I let her go she sat back on her haunches, smiled up at me and 
licked her lips. Monique moved around and used that wonderful tongue to 
lick up what Tammy had missed from her chin. Then the two of them went 
back to trying to choke the other with their tongues. It was something 
else."

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