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It was late and I was bone-weary. Coming up to the door to our sitting room, I could hear little panting breaths from within. On opening the door, I was greeted by the most beautiful sight. Mary and Holmes were both bare, and she straddled his lap. His perfect fingers were between her thighs, working in and out, while his mouth was on one of her luscious breasts. One of her hands was tangled in his hair, holding him against her, while the other fondled her other breast. The noises she was making were restrained but glorious. He was hard beneath her, the movements of her hips rubbing him and making him leak.
“I do believe we’re being watched, my love,” Holmes murmured, his eyes drifting over to me.
Mary giggled. “I think you’re right. Do you think he’s enjoying it?”
“I would say so,” he chuckled. “Should we give him a little more?”
She cupped her breast, circling the nipple. “This was lovely,” she murmured.
He took the bud back between his lips and she arched against him with a beautiful moan. He increased the pace of his fingers, and she lowered her hand to his cock. Never taking my eyes from them, I undid my belt and pushed down my trousers and drawers. I worked myself with long strokes as they continued their ministrations on each other.
“Sherlock,” she breathed raspily, “want you in me. Let me ride you.”
He released her nipple, then sweetly kissed her lips. “Yes, Mary. Do it.”
He removed his fingers from her, and she raised herself up, then lowered herself onto his cock. Both of them groaned as he filled her up, and I worked myself faster, eager for my release. As soon as she had seated herself fully upon him, she began to move. He met her movements with thrusts of his hips, their paces becoming increasingly erratic as their excitement built.
Unable to keep away from my loves any longer, I went to them. Still working my shaft with one hand, I smoothed Mary’s hair away from her neck with the other and lowered my mouth to her soft skin. I kissed, nibbled and sucked at her flesh worshipfully as she rode our lover. She had begun to shiver minutely, so I knew she would not last much longer.
She gave a great sigh of bliss and collapsed forwards, away from me. His hips juddered and I knew he was spilling into her. Watching his face, I found my release too, spilling over my hand. I guided myself to the sofa beside them and subsided against the cushions, lazily wiping up my spend with a handkerchief. They had rearranged themselves so that Mary sat across Holmes’s lap, her head pillowed on his shoulder. He slipped his free arm around my waist, and we cuddled together, sharing the afterglow.
“Should we apologise for starting without you?” Holmes murmured, before pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head.
Mary giggled, clearly completely unrepentant.
“Not at all,” I replied, snuggling closer to his side. “It was a beautiful sight to come home to.”