He couldn't get it out of his mind. The suggestion. And her sister. He was sitting on his couch and his sister-in-law, Debi, was sitting on the floor while he was massaging her head. His wife sat across the room in her favorite chair. Her sister was staying with them for the weekend and she had just driven 200 miles to get there, complaining of a headache. They had dinner and were on their second bottle of wine, when he offered to rub her head. The three of them chatted idly while he pressed his palms into Debi's forehead and rubbed her temples. He continued rubbing all of her face and the back of her neck. Debi was having trouble keeping up her end of the conversation and a lull fell across the room. She was murmuring softly to indicate her enjoyment of his rubbing when her sister broke the silence.
"He has great hands, don't you think?" "Mmmmmm," she responded. "Can you imagine how good it feels when he applies them all over your body?" Silence. "Take it from me, it's great. Or maybe you shouldn't just take my word for it. Maybe I should let him give you a full body massage. I don't think he would object. Would you, Ken?" "No objection here," he responded quickly, a bit shocked at his wife's suggestion. He continued rubbing trying to put all the sensuality he could muster while attending her neck and shoulders. "Well, would you like to have him give you a full body massage, Deb?"
Debi, who was only 20, nervously — almost unconvincingly — said 'Not right now.' While Debi was very cute she did have a lot of experience with men. She had dated but her natural shyness and proper upbringing resulted in a few relationships with men that had actually developed into sexual ones. She wasn't a virgin but was still a bit naïve. The comments by her sister broke the mood and she thanked him for the head rub, got up and excused herself to the bathroom.
"Would you really have let me give her a full body massage?" he said. "Yes, I would have, if she wanted it." Debi returned and sat on the opposite end of the couch from him. "Have you ever had a foot massage," he asked. "It's not a full body massage but would you like to try that?" "OK, I'll try that," Debi responded. She spread out her legs toward him on the couch. Her feet were already bare, so he got to work with his magic hands on her feet. Debi who had never really had a foot massage was amazed at how relaxing it was and how good it felt. He massaged one foot using both hands to squeeze a single foot and running his thumbs down the middle of her bottom. When he switched feet he rested her first foot in his crotch. He had a hardon (he had it since his wife had made that suggestion) and her foot rested just at the bottom of it. As he massaged the other foot, Debi would casually stretch the other one or move it slightly almost imperceptibly. But it was hardly imperceptible to him and it caused him considerable extra excitement, which he used as incentive to continue rubbing her feet. As he switched back and forth between feet Debi would take the opportunity to rub her feet up and down his crotch. Debi's sister sat in her chair and watched with a relaxed smile on her face. Actually it was quite a devilish smile, thought Ken.
Before long it was time for bed. He was the first into bed and is wife followed shortly. Debi was in the bathroom. He was lying in bed on his back, the existence of his hardon clearly visible under the covers. His wife left the door open as she changed into her nightshirt. "I see you liked rubbing. Debi." "Yes," he said, "your suggestion drove me crazy. Did you really mean it?" "Sure, why not. Debi deserves some fun. I think I would enjoy watching that. In fact, maybe we should invite her into our bed tonight, now that she has had some time to think about it. What would you think of that?" "I would have absolutely no problem with that, but wouldn't you get jealous?" "Not with my sister!" she said, "Not if she wanted it." "How far would you let me go?" he asked. "As far as she would let you go. Remember, she is just a few years into her womanhood and she might not be ready."
She crawled in under the covers, just as Debi came out of the bathroom. "Hey, Deb, come here a second." She appeared in the door. "There are more towels in the linen closet and an extra blanket in your bedroom closet if you need them." his wife said. "OK," Deb responded. Then his wife reached over the covers and cupped his bulging crotch with her hand. "Look at this Deb. I think he liked the massage more than you did!" and she laughed. "Here, take a better look." And she threw the covers back exposing his boxer shorts, grabbing his cock and pulling it out in plain view. It stood at complete attention in her hand which was wrapped around the middle, fully exposing it bulbous circumcised head. He was flustered for a second but recovered and decided he enjoyed watching Debi look at his excitement.
"Would you like to help me put an end to his swelling?" He was shocked and unfortunately so was Debi, whose face turned a bright red. "No, no, I think that's your job, sis," she said and turned away toward her bedroom. As she was walking away, his wife yelled, "If you change your mind, just come on in." His wife laughed, enjoying her joke on everyone. Debi had left all flustered and confused and he had been embarrassed by having his privates exposed. Something about the situation tickled his wife and she continued laughing as she began to stroke his cock.
The light was still on and the door open, but she resisted his suggestion that they close either. "Maybe, she will change her mind," she whispered in his ear. "Or maybe she will just want to peek. I'll bet she masturbates tonight. Can you imagine her masturbating in the other room Ken?" Ken was so excited. His wife was driving him crazy with these thoughts of his sister-in-law. He rolled over, slid his body against hers, lifting her nightshirt to feel her nakedness and rubbing his hips against hers. It wasn't long before his uncontrollable hips, rubbing against her, brought him to a hard spurting orgasm. It would only be the first of three before they went to sleep.
The last orgasm came in the dark while his wife slept and he listened carefully to the low moans coming down the hall from Debi's room. He thought he was spent until he heard her moan in the quiet night. Thinking of Debi masturbating and wondering what she was thinking about. How good a massage would feel. How she might help her sister comfort him in his time of need. Sneaking down the hall and watching. Did she watch he wondered? With the light on and the door open it was be easy for her to watch undetected. Is that why she is masturbating now, an hour and a half after bedtime? Was she deliberately moaning loud enough for him to hear? Did she want him to go to her? He began thinking about licking her tight pussy and playing with her clit. Thinking about her rubbing her clit right now as stroked his own cock and he came for a third time, perhaps just when she did because she seemed quiet then.
He slept solidly and got up late — after the two women were up and dressed. He had hoped to be awake when they went prancing around in the morning. Oh well, Deb was staying for another night and he would probably have a hardon all day thinking about what might happen.
Debi had all day to think about it, too. She kept recalling the sight of his huge cock, lying against his naked stomach when her sister pulled the covers back last night. He wanted her. He wanted her bad and she did notice his crotch all day and saw the outline of his hardon a couple of times. Poor baby, she thought and realized that she enjoyed teasing him. She thought she was doing her sister a favor by teasing him. She certainly seemed in a good mood this morning. So she kept flirting with him all day. She used word play with suggestive double entendres. She touched him frequently with her hands. Occasionally bumping into him, body against body; her firm breasts pressed up against his shoulders or his back.
She decided that if she had the opportunity, she would take him up on his body rub tonight. But as they lay down around the living room, after dinner, she became impatient with waiting for one of them to raise it and finally asked. "Is your offer for a massage, still open?" She was lying on her side in the middle of the living room. "Yes! Yes!" he said trying in vain not to sound too anxious. She put the throw pillow under her head and rolled over onto her stomach. "Well I'm ready," she said.
"No, no, we must do it right," her sister jumped in. "Let's get set up. You need to take off those clothes in order for him to use his long smooth strokes. While your doing that I will put some cushions on the floor."
When Debi returned from the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, the lights in the room had been replaced with the light from about eight candles spread around the room. The cushions from the couch had been placed on the floor and a sheet wrapped around them. Her sister was sitting in the single chair that framed the open space now filled with the makeshift bed. Ken stood next to the bed towering over it watching Debi with intense eyes as she walked into the room.
Debi quickly got down on the sheet removing the towel from her as she lowered herself, laying it across her behind. She was proud of how gracefully she was able to make this move in one easy movement. Ken got a glimpse of her breasts and she knew that. He also noticed she was still wearing her white cotton panties. It signaled her blushing innocence and Ken found that even more exciting.
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