10-8 Silver Lining - Sex Stories

10-8 Silver Lining

Themes: mast, lez, Asian/Indian, anal, dp

This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-9) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.

Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.

Chapter 10-8 Silver lining

by StackofBooks

(2399 words)

It was a very sad time. For at least a month.

The phone calls and Emails from India stopped. Abruptly. We tried many ways to get any information at all. Nothing.

Luckily, Adrian (Mike's brother) the hot tub guy did a lot of installations for diplomats and government bods. It was very lucrative for him as they were all willing to pay top notch prices (claimed on expenses of course), either at their own house or at their mistress' residence.

One of his recent customers was in the Foreign Office and at Ade's request he contacted his counterparts in Mumbai and New Delhi and pumped them hard for updates. And eventually it came through that Mr & Mrs Gandhi had indeed succumbed to the C-19 virus while out there. It was rife and the medical facilities in the village they were in were severely understaffed and lacking in drugs and equipment. And beds. The hospital didn't even have 24/7 electricity. To cap it all, there just weren't enough face masks for ...

... everyone. It made me sick to think how much money that country spends on its space program, yet millions were starving and dying in the pandemic.

We immediately sent Beth and Suze away to pyjama party hosts, leaving us alone in the house with Bindi. I think she'd sort of seen it all coming (or had a premonition), as we sat on the sofa either side of her and told her the little we knew. She cried a bit (definitely not crocodile tears - she really loved them), but in general was very brave, mature and stoic. We took her into bed with us, insisting she stay the whole night, and every subsequent one for as long as she wanted. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

As the morning light peeped through the curtains, I felt a warm mouth on my cock. It wasn't unusual for Margey or the girls to do this. But the former was lying facing away from me, and the latter were not at home, I remembered. I leaned down and gathered the Indian girl into my chest, feeling her ever-erect nips on her bare breasts drilling into my skin, and buried my face into her long dark hair (thus fulfilling my dream from when I first met her).

Darling Bindi, my precious surrogate but thankfully unsassy daughter! You know you can stay here for ever if you want. But there's no payment necessary such as doing what you're doing.

Margey was now rubbing her eyes awake.

Steve, Margey, I just love you both so much. You're two of the nicest people in the world. I'd already made my decision about everything before ...