Alone in a strange land - part 8.5 - my ending, a short story by dave.looker. Date added: 2009-08-28. Times viewed: 3266.

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Intro: Continuation of the series, mostly written by Sunderlad, brought to a sexy conclusion by me, with his permission.

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Rose was true to her word. She spent one last night in the apartment with Peter, they even had sex, and moved in with Adam the next day. Divorce proceedings started, both parties behaving amicably, the only fight being with each of their appointed lawyers to convince them that neither wanted any form of legal battle. The nearest that Rose and Peter came to an argument was over the division of their record collection, but once Peter realised that he could copy every CD that Rose wanted onto his computer, even that issue was solved. Rose even retracted her attack on Claire, when she had called her a gold-digger, after realising that as Diane's sister, they shared the same parents, the RICH Canadian parents, and although she had never met Claire, she remembered Diane telling her that her baby sister, 'Daddy's little princess', could have anything she wanted.

Claire wanted Peter, or at least, she wanted Peter's baby. Claire never did move in with Peter. She went home to mum. Peter still had 3 months of his contract to complete before he could join her, and a divorce to sort out. During that time he never saw Rose once. He didn't see anybody, except at work, and he didn't wish to talk to them about his problems. Now it was Peter who was all alone in a strange land. Rose was still his best friend. They communicated regularly via Internet, but Peter could never tell her how lonely he felt.

Eventually, after 3 months without sex, finally released from his contract, Peter was free to join his new love, but not in their humble love nest in U.K. Claire's father, although very unhappy about his daughter's relationship with an ADULTERER, felt very protective about the imminent birth of his first grandchild. He had an extension built onto their large house and paid enough for it to be ready for them to live in when Peter could join them. Peter flew to Canada. Life was not easy. The divorce was not settled, and the baby was due in two months. Charles, Claire's father, also discovered that Peter was almost 20 years older than his daughter.

There was no sex, because of the baby. Peter couldn't smoke, because of the baby. He couldn't even work. His qualifications were not recognised in Canada. He had to enrol in a home computer course to enable him to register his skills by taking new exams before getting a job. At least that gave him space to escape into his private area on the computer, to browse his favourite porn sites, and chat to Rose. The loving couple never got to go out together, not even for a meal. Mum did the cooking, and watched them eat it. Claire didn't even have to wash the dishes, the woman who came in to do all of the cleaning took care of that. As a result, Claire just grew fatter and fatter, not just a baby lump, by the time the baby was born, Claire weighed twice as much as the girl that Peter had met.

The relationship between Charles and Peter was strained, but polite. They both avoided each other. On the night the baby was born, they had a drink together, with Paul, Claire's brother. Paul was the only friend Peter had, or, more accurately, the only male he ever got to talk to. Paul was there to offer support, and help keep the peace. The divorce had still not come through. They were still not married. They should not have drunk so much.

"This ADULTERER has given me a BASTARD grandson", Charles shouted.

Paul needed the help of his mother to calm him down and get him into bed. Paul came back first to finish his whisky.

"Don't worry about it. Marry her, and you'll be a God. He's wanted a grandson for years. I'm gay, Dianne's a lesbian, your son will inherit the earth", Paul said.

The following day mother and baby came home, the date for final settlement of the divorce was announced, and everyone was happy. Neither party attended the final divorce proceeding. The U.K. court posted the papers. Wedding plans were made. 3 months hence.

3 months later, still no job, still no sex. Rose had agreed to come to the wedding. She even offered to come to the Stag Party. She offered to do a strip tease, and then fuck each and every one of Peter's guests. At first Peter laughed at the offer, and thought about inviting 30 or more friends, before realising, he had only one friend now, and he was gay. He thanked Rose for her offer, admitting honestly that he was looking forward to seeing her and adding as a joke that if she could seduce Charles, his prospective father in law, that would be enough. He had told her previously that Charles referred to him as the adulterer, and that he wished he could get some dirt on him to make things even.

"I'll see what I can do", Rose replied.

The wedding would be a small family affair; Claire's family. Rose was the only guest Peter invited. The stag do would also be a non event. Peter's soon to be father in law was taking him, Paul, and some of Paul's friends to a hotel for a meal. They would stay the night. The girls wanted time to mess with dresses at home. Rose booked into the same hotel. Peter saw her in the bar where they had all gathered for drinks before the meal. It was the first time he had seen her since she moved in with Adam. Rose was dressed simply, short black skirt and white blouse, but she looked stunning. She walked across to Peter confidently and kissed him. Peter introduced her to Charles. who was as polite as expected. He couldn't allow Rose to eat alone. She was to join them for the meal.

Rose sat next to Charles. They chatted a lot. Charles talked about his little princess. Rose told Charles that Peter had been a kind and thoughtful husband. She reminded him that she had left Peter to move in with Adam, omitting to mention that Peter had already made his little princess pregnant. As Rose talked she nervously played with one of the buttons on her blouse. She soon unfastened it, but continued to gently pull on it, pulling her shirt open just enough for Charles to see her nipple. It was a trick she had practised to perfection. Peter couldn't see the nipple, but he knew that Charles could. He watched him looking into the blouse of his ex-wife. Peter was beginning to get an erection.

Everyone drank a lot of wine. Rose managed to train the blouse to gape open sufficiently without the need of her pulling on it. She was more relaxed now. She could use that hand to pat Charles' thigh as she laughed at his stories. It didn't take her long to find his erection. She accidentally stroked it with her fingers, just often enough to keep it erect. Soon Charles was returning the complement, gently squeezing Rose's thigh each time he leaned forward to whisper one of his daughter's secrets into Rose's eager ear. Somehow Rose had managed to hitch her skirt up. Charles was very aware that Rose was wearing stockings and suspenders.

The meal over, the group remained at the table drinking more wine. Peter walked round topping up all the glasses. As he filled Rose's glass he heard her whisper to Charles,

"Careful. I'm not wearing any underwear".
Her timing was perfect. She knew that her ex would be able to hear. Peter watched Rose grab hold of Charles hand, part of which was on the flesh above her stocking top, and slide it up just enough for his little finger to come into contact with her naked pussy. She held his hand there as she leaned across and whispered,

"You're making me get all excited".

Charles blushed. He didn't know what to do, or say, but he didn't pull his hand away. He just stared down into the front of Rose's blouse, not even noticing Peter fill his glass. Peter got the chance to confirm that Charles could indeed se Rose's nipple. He could see it himself. It brought back good memories. He hadn't had sex in months and his dick was reminding him. Just looking at his ex wife's nipple was enough to make it throb. Knowing that his future father in law was also touching his ex wife's pussy was almost enough to make him cum. He wanted to fuck her.

"Can I have a word", Peter asked his ex. He needed to stop this game. Rose took the opportunity to rub all of Charles' fingers across her naked sex lips as she adjusted her dress before standing up to talk to Peter. Peter put his arm around her and dragged her away to talk. He was asking her to stop, but Rose was telling him that she hadn't even started yet. She whispered something into his ear, then went to speak to Paul, before returning to Charles.

"The men want to move into the bar. I think Paul has something planned; Boy's stuff. Shall we leave them to it ? Will you escort me to my room ?" Rose asked Charles. Always the gentleman, Charles stood u immediately, placed his arm around Rose and walked with her towards the lift. The lift was empty and waiting. They entered and selected her floor. The doors closed. Rose immediately placed her hands onto the front of Charles' trousers.

"Is it really that big ?" she asked, taking his penis inside her grip and squeezing it hard.

"I had to find out", she added, to explain her behaviour. Charles stood grinning proudly, allowing Rose to hold him, squeezing his dick, pumping it up to a full erection. The lift jerked and the doors opened. Rose released his penis and searched for her room card as she walked along the empty corridor. Charles followed. He watched her open the door and use the card to switch on the lights. He was about to leave.

"Please come in. I want to see it", Rose said, holding the front of his trousers and pulling him into her room. Charles stepped forward and slammed the door shut behind him. Rose was unzipping his pants. She soon had his dick in her hands and then in her mouth. Charles stood motionless watching this young lady sucking on his dick. Rose could sense that this was a new experience for him and that he didn't know what to do. He was likely to stand there, just watching, until she made him cum.

"Do you like me sucking your penis ?" She asked. Charles nodded.

"I like having my breast sucked", Rose told him. She stood up and unfastened her blouse. Charles was happy to oblige. He cupped her breasts with both hands and pulled one of her nipples into his mouth. As he wrapped his wet lips around her nipple, Rose wrapped her fingers around his penis and held it for him. She needed to keep it aroused, but not too excited. It was obvious Charles did not know how to handle this situation. Rose had to direct his head onto the neglected nipple. She unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers down whilst he sucked on her second tit. Now she could cup his balls with one hand and squeeze his penis with the other one.

"I want to suck it again. Let's get onto the bed", Rose requested. She undressed Charles completely before letting him lie down. She removed her own skirt before climbing over him. She straddled him in the 69 position and placed his dick into her mouth again. Charles was staring at her naked cunt, but made no attempt to lick it. He grunted with pride when Rose said, "I don't think I could get all of this inside my pussy". Rose felt his breath on the lips between her legs, but still no tongue. She crawled down the bed to try.

The size of Charles dick was quite average, Rose had certainly experienced much bigger, but she knew exactly how to seduce this newcomer. He was delighted when she managed to swallow all of his manhood inside her pussy and really began to get into fucking her properly once he had managed it. Rose allowed him to get on top, so that he had to do all the work. He fucked her hard and fast, like a young stud. He groaned through his climax noisily and collapsed on top of her. Rose allowed him a couple of minutes, slid his body to lie on his back alongside her, placed her head onto his stomach, held his penis between her fingers, kissed it, and watched it shrink. Charles fell asleep.

The knock at the door woke him. Charles was surprised to find Rose in bed with him. He looked at his watch. It was 8 a.m.

"I ordered us breakfast in bed, so that nobody would see us, and I wanted you to make love to me again" Rose explained, then shouted, "Just a minute". She slid out of bed, unlocked the door, climbed back into bed next to Charles and shouted, "You can come in now".

The door opened. Peter entered the room. "Charles !" he exclaimed, genuinely surprised. Peter turned his attention towards Rose. He held out a bunch of flowers. Rose had ordered him to bring them for her at exactly 8 a.m.

"I've brought you these. I wanted to say thanks for coming to my wedding", Peter stammered.

"How sweet. You always were very thoughtful", Rose announced. She jumped out of bed, pulling the single white sheet with her, holding it wrapped around her body to take the flowers from her ex husband. Charles was now uncovered, totally naked in the bed of the ex wife of his new son in law. Charles crossed his wrists above his pubic area, trying to hide his nakedness. Rose let the sheet drop, revealing all of her nude body as she took the flowers.

"If Claire is only half as good in bed as her father, then you should have a very happy marriage", Rose said. She kissed her ex husband, on the lips.

Peter's dick grew instantly hard again, but he had to turn and leave the room. Rose was pushing him out. She didn't have sex again with Charles, he was far too afraid. He got her to check that the corridor was clear before creeping along to his own room, where he could undress again and try to wash the memory away in the shower. He had to see Peter again before leaving the hotel. Peter was staying another night, after which Paul would collect him and take him to the office where the marriage was to take place. Charles shook his hand. He even gave Peter a hug before leaving. Neither man spoke a word.

Peter joined Rose for dinner. Even whilst reading the menu he placed his hand onto Rose's thigh. She wasn't wearing stockings. Her brown legs didn't need them. She only wore stockings when she wanted to look sexy. She still looked sexy even without stockings.

"Are you wearing any underwear ?" Peter asked.

He was pushed away before being able to find out. Not by Rose. Dianne had come to join them. She pushed Peter away, squeezed herself between them and kissed Rose on the lips.

"I bet she's not", Rose said whilst lifting Dianne's short skirt at the back and treating Peter and the waiter who had rushed to set an extra place at table to a view of Dianne's naked arse. They also got a glimpse of her pussy lips whilst she was still bending. Dianne merely laughed. Her sexual approach was always much more direct than Rose. Her breasts were clearly visible through her sheer shirt, of unknown colour. The waiter was quite happy to look at them as he set the plates in front of the chair she had seated between Peter and Rose.

Dinner passed without incident. Peter had enjoyed sex with Dianne in the past, many times, but he knew that she preferred girls. The invitation had to come from her. At the end of the meal Dianne announced that she had booked the hot tub for an hour. She was addressing Rose. Rose stood up and grabbed hold of Peter's arm.

"Come on", she said. She obviously intended to include him. Peter followed quite happily. He was the first one to get undressed, hiding his naked body in the warm bubbling water. He sat smiling watching the two girls get undressed. His dick started to grow as he watched his ex wife climb down the steps into the water beside him. He could see the lips of her cunt being pushed from side to side as she staggered for balance, swaying on each step as her body adjusted to the water. Dianne's cunt was not so obvious. She avoided the steps and sat on the ridge around the small poll, dangling her legs into the water. Her legs were parted sufficiently for him to see the secret part between them.

Dianne's legs were not parted enough for Rose. She grabbed hold of her knees, yanked them apart and placed her head between them. Rose held her head as far away from Dianne's cunt as her long tongue would allow, to enable Peter to watch her teasing Dianne's sex lips with just the tip of her tongue. Dianne's lips slowly opened up to allow access to her clit. Rose concentrated on teasing just that tiny part, ignoring all of Dianne's complaints. She knew instinctively when Dianne was ready. She plunged her head forward, gently bit on Dianne's clit, then pulled her head completely out of the way for Peter to watch Dianne's cunt throbbing through her mini orgasm.

"His dick's rock hard", Rose announced. She was holding it at the time. Peter slid his hands across Rose's breasts, beneath the water, letting one hand continue down to her cunt.

"Not here", Rose whispered. "I know that watching isn't enough for you. You like to join in. I'm sorry. I should have known that before. Tonight you can. I promise"

Dianne slid into the water and tested Peter's hardness for herself. This was the invitation he had been waiting for. He slid his hand across her buttocks, beneath the water, and onto her cunt. She didn't push him away.

"We'd better get started. I don't think he'll last much longer", Dianne announced. She used his dick as a handle to pull him out of the water and lead him out, along the corridor to her room. Rose followed. Dianne pushed Peter onto the bed and the two women attacked his penis together; not roughly, they were both planting gentle kisses onto his shaft, moving slowly upwards, across the purple tip, each mirroring the movement of the other. When they ran out of dick, they both kissed each other, on the lips, then started to move back down again. When they reached the base, Rose stopped, but Dianne continued down across his balls, kissing him very gently.

Rose started to travel back up again. When she reached his helmet, she opened her mouth wide and took as much as she could inside. At the same time Dianne sucked one of his testicles into her mouth. The two girls were playing with him, and he was loving it. Rose knew exactly how her ex husband liked his dick to be sucked, and delighted in proving that she remembered. Dianne added to his pleasure by licking both of his balls, teasing him, trying to make him ejaculate. Peter knew that there was a danger that she might succeed. He used all of his man strength to push Rose off, pull Dianne onto the bed, and penetrate her in one swift poke. He knew that if he was going to fuck them both, he would have to fuck Dianne first. Rose kept her quiet by straddling her face and forcing her to lick her cunt.

Peter discovered that in this position he could suck on his ex wife's nipples whilst he continued to bang Dianne hard. One of them had an orgasm. Peter wasn't sure if it was Dianne, or Rose, who Dianne had been licking furiously. It didn't matter. It was time to switch women. He pulled out of Dianne, allowed Rose to suck her juices off his cock for a couple of minutes, then spun her round and entered her doggy style. This allowed Dianne to slide beneath Rose and to lick her clit whilst Peter slid his dick slowly in and out of her. Occasionally he would stop, holding himself as deep inside her as he could manage. Each time he did this, Dianne would lick his balls, forcing him to shudder and then withdraw quickly before shooting his load. He wanted to last.

He managed to last throughout the intense orgasm that Rose experienced. This time he was in no doubt. This was something he remembered well. After that he forced Dianne to suck Rose's juice off his dick. She was lying on her back on the bed and he was fucking her mouth with it. Rose placed her head onto her stomach and started to lick her clit, whilst finger fucking her. Peter could hold back no more. The first shot might have been squirted down Dianne's throat, but he pulled out as quickly as he could and sprayed most of his appreciation onto the face of his ex wife. Rose didn't move. She continued until she made Dianne cum.

Peter was still asleep in bed when Paul came to collect him the next morning. They all were - the same bed. Paul didn't seem too surprised to find Peter in bed with his sister, even though he had come to collect him to marry his other sister. He ordered Peter to take a shower. Peter slid out of bed and walked naked into the bathroom. He cringed when he heard Paul say, "Nice dick" This was one member of the family he did not want to fuck. Fortunately Paul did not follow him into the bathroom. Peter managed to get himself ready and Paul took him to the appointed place to await his bride. Peter sat waiting, remembering how he got here. It all started at the gym

Claire saw her sister Dianne for the first time whilst they were posing for photographs before the ceremony. "Where were you last night ?" she hissed.

"Fucking your husband", Dianne replied, not at all bothered.

Claire was not too surprised, but she was angry; with her sister, not with Peter. She knew that they had done it before, she had even watched them do it, but last night she should have been with her and not with him. She contained her anger and the ceremony passed without incident. Charles blushed when Rose winked at him as he walked Claire down the aisle, but nothing was said. The first words that Peter said to his new wife

"Will you promise to start going to the gym regularly ?"

"I will".

 

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