It was a Thursday night. I had just flown in from Boston. I was tired after three separate delays at the airport caused the flight to take three times the normal flight time. I wanted nothing more than a scotch on the rocks and some overdue playtime with Christine, my wife of exactly three years that day. We had celebrated our anniversary before I'd left the week before, but I was more than willing to celebrate again as long as it didn't require getting dressed and going out on the town.
Imagine my surprise when Christine greeted me at the door with the news that her sister had flown in earlier that day, and would be staying with us through the weekend.
"Eve is here?" I said, trying hard for a neutral tone.
"No," my loving spouse said with a bemused expression that had her eyes twinkling mischievously. "It's Amy. You haven't met her. She was in Spain when we got married, remember?"
In fact I didn't recall, but nodded as if I did. "Amy, huh? Any other siblings I don't know about?" Christine laughed that delightful laugh that always brought me around to whatever she wanted of me at the time. I truly loved her and I'm certain she felt the same about me.
"You'll love her, she's a real character, kooky-like, you'll see," and with that she whirled from me and ran up the stairs, yelling, "He's home! He's home!" Sounding much more like Paul Revere than the woman I'd married three short years ago.
Moments later, Amy appeared at the top of the stairs and stood there as if awaiting my inspection and approval. She was in her mid-twenties, a year older than Christine. She had a pleasant, almost but not quite innocent face, and looked spectacular. Her light brown hair was coiffed and glowed. Her eyes were made up abundantly, as was her mouth. The short skirt hugged her tightly as if painted on her frame. Her tits were bigger than Christine's and when she bent forward to shake my hand as I climbed the stairs to greet her; they almost fell out of her blouse. There wasn't much to restrain them.
"Hello, Lucas," she said in a husky voice. "It's time we met, don't you think?"
"Hello, Amy. Yes, it is."
"Sorry about the wedding," she said through semi-pouted lips. I knew she didn't mean it.
"That was years ago," I said softly, not wanting to put any inflection or meaning into my words.
"Three years, Lucas."
"So where have you been hiding?"
"I was traveling around the world," she replied as if it was something one did all the time.
We went down the stairs together, my eyes glued to her breasts bouncing liquidly with each step she took. We reached the bottom and I could swear she winked at me. A promise of something lewd in her eyes.
She laughed as Christine appeared and stood by her side inviting me to compare them together. I took them both in. It was obvious they were sisters. They shared a resemblance in their comparative beauty to Eva Green as she appeared in that classic film The Dreamers.
Christine was slightly taller, but Amy had fuller breasts. I managed to recall that Christine wore her hair s in a pony-tail most of the time, but this evening it was different, combed straight back above her forehead in sort of a lion's-mane effect. Their similarity continued in that each possessed high, prominent cheekbones that slanted their eyes just the tiniest bit. But they differed in that Christine's mouth loomed out at me and her full, sweet upper lip was so unusually short that it appeared unable to cover a perfect set of prominent upper teeth; whereas Amy's was wider with flashing teeth, and when she laughed several filling were visible at the back of her mouth.
We made our way out onto the veranda where Christine had a pitcher of Margaritas' waiting. I poured us each a drink and we sat there quietly waiting to see who would kick off the conversation.
I decided it would be me, so I said, "Sisters, eh, and only a year separating the two of you. There must have been some fights back then."
"Oh, no!" Christine exclaimed.
"Oh, yeah, there were some beauts," Amy said, contradicting her sister.
I took a gulp of my Margarita and waited.
Christine sighed and ruefully admitted they had their share of catfights.
"Without sister fights, life was dull," Amy admitted with a small smile. "I liked them because I was bigger and stronger; and I recall getting in a few good bites that left black and blue marks on her arms and legs."
"And that got me sympathy from Mom," Christine said with a big grin.
"And got me a spanking," Amy said with an even bigger grin.
"What about Eve? Where did she fit in?"
"You know, it's funny," Amy said, "I'm four years older than Eve, and Christine is three years older, but we always treated her like the baby."
"She was the baby!" Christine said.
Amy smiled and said, "Yeah, but we never seemed to compete with her."
I kept sneaking looks at Amy while pretending to glance back and forth at each of them. I knew they could tell what I was doing, but I didn't really care.
Amy wore sandals and her toes had a pale pink nail polish on them. She also wore small silver earrings, in the shape of little rabbits. She smiled easily; and she was a definite flirt, as least as far as I was concerned. Christine knew, but let it go. She also spoke quickly, and used 'Yeah, ' instead of 'Yes'
How far would she let her sister go, I wondered. I started to fantasize that after a few more drinks Christine says she's tired and retires after telling me to stay up with her sister.
A hour and a couple of drinks later, we're both kind of high; Amy excuses herself to go potty, and when she returns we decide to call it a night. I get a warm, appreciative kiss, feel those tits pressed against me then she's gone off to bed.
I put the glasses in the sink, and do a little bit of cleanup then head to our bedroom, Christine is snoring lightly. I pass her and enter the master bath wanting to take a quick shower before retiring.
I'm just walking into the shower when Amy storms in demanding to know what I've done with her personal stuff.
"What personal stuff?"
"I don't know what you're talking about and lower your voice, Christine's sleeping."
"My panties are missing!"
"You think I've got them? You need to rinse them or something?"
"I can't sleep without this particular pair."
"I don't have them."
"You're a liar!"
Rather than wake Christine, with further arguing Amy left the bedroom only to confront me again when I ventured out into the kitchen after wrapping a towel around my mid-section.
"I know you took them. You want a pair of panties to sniff or whatever you do with them, I'll give you the pair I just took off."
"I don't smell people's underwear!"
"You saying they walked off on their own?"
"I don't know how long were you wearing them?"
"No, fuck you! You're a guest in my house and you're nothing but trouble."
"I wouldn't be trouble if you hadn't stolen my panties!"
Amy whirled away from me and stormed to the bar and poured herself a shot of Tequila and threw it right down. She coughed and dropped the glass, and promptly bent to pick it up. Her breasts almost leaped out of the peasant blouse she was wearing.
"It may be inappropriate for me to say it, but you have lovely tits. Thank you for showing them. If I had your panties I'd gladly give them back for an even better view."
With an alacrity that startled me, Amy pulled the peasant blouse over her head and tossed it on the bar.
"Have a good long look, than gimme back my panties." Both nipples were fully aroused. They were slightly larger than Christine's; and probably longer, but I wasn't certain.
She licked her lips. I knew it wasn't the Tequila she tasted.
"Wait!" I said.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong ... this just isn't right. Christine's sleeping right down the hall."
Amy giggled. "We won't wake her. She can sleep through an explosion."
"You don't know her," I said.
"She's my sister for Christ's sake. I know I've had several of them in her room. I fucked a guy in her bed, and she didn't even stir."
"She might have pretended to be asleep."
"Of course I do. Sisters know those things."
"You do, huh?"
"Yeah, I do."
I had had enough of her bullshit and grabbed her by the hand and pulled her toward the doorway. "Hey, what are you doing?" She protested weakly.
"Testing a theory."
"C'mon, we'll see if you can have an explosion without waking her up."
"You're kidding me!"
"No, I want you. I want you very much. It's going to happen, Amy."
"No it isn't."
"I knew it when you let me see those tits."
"Lots of guys have seen 'em, but that's all."
I opened the door to our bedroom. Christine was sprawled across the bed, the sheet wrapped around her.
"Is she hot or what?" I said, more to myself than to Amy. But Amy replied as if I'd spoken to her. "Yeah, she could hop out of a sauna and look good enough to eat."
I noticed her hand had a tight grip on my towel while she started at her sister, whose ass was now jutting provocatively in the air although for the moment still covered by the sheet. It was an invitation I recognized. In fact, I had accepted a similar invitation just before leaving on my business trip a week earlier. It had been the wildest and longest ass fucking I'd ever participated in.
Amy nosily drew in a breath, prompting me to tell her to be quiet.
"Yeah, yeah," she said, and followed with, "she won't wake up, I'm telling you."
She moved closer to me and devilishly nipped at my ear lobe.
I began to consider the possibility of doing them at the same time. I could wake Christine up and see if she wanted to have a go at a three-some.
But found myself muttering to Amy, "We don't want her waking up."
"Pull the sheet off her," Amy whispered in my ear.
I wondered why she was whispering now, after making so much noise earlier. But I didn't answer. I too was caught up in Christine's unsullied beauty as she lay sleeping.
Then I remembered why we were in the bedroom. "Lose the skirt, or whatever the fuck you call it, Amy."
She shucked the skirt and stood there pantiless. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and she had a star tattooed on the innermost part of her right thigh. Then seemingly needing something to do, she ran her fingers over my chest.
"So what are you going to do if Christine wakes up?"
"Yell rape, I guess. She knows you, and will probably believe me."
Amy laughed lewdly at my remark and pointed a red fingernail at me as if in reproach. "I like that; you're a naughty, naughty man. I bet you give great head."
"As a matter of fact..." I said but stopped in mid-sentence for Amy had bent her knees ever so slightly pressed her fingertips into the puffy cheeks of her pussy and pulled them apart. I licked my lips in anticipation.
She smiled lewdly as she slowly pried the inner lips away from each other, and then used her thumb to nudge the hood back leaving her clitoris exposed. After waiting several seconds to ensure I had seen it all, Amy inserted her index finger into the pink wetness then offered it to me. I sampled it and grunted in satisfaction.
While I was sampling her nectar, she ran a hand under the towel I was wearing and said, "Relax." I parted my legs to give her hand the freedom it needed. The towel floated to the floor as her hand began a slow journey up my inner thigh to the point midway between my balls and my asshole.
"Mmmm," she said, and on cue I replied, "Mmmm."
Amy let her fingers glide over and around my balls. The effect on me was apparent. She rested her forehead on my hip. "Mmmm, balls he's got, big balls for sure," she said, and carefully gave them each a squeeze.
I managed to remain steady although I felt anything but as Amy eased her thumb along my inflamed crotch until she came to the start of my ass. After a brief pause she began to press upward, massaging the area in a gentle circle. The effect was invigorating.
"Does Christine do this for you?"
"C'mon, does she?" There was a hint of jealousy in her voice, they were sisters after all and I was familiar with the concept of sibling rivalry.
"Lucas, are we gonna do it?" Amy whispered.
"Yeah, we're gonna do it."
"Right here! Get down on your hands and knees."
"Lucas, she'll hear!"
"What about her sleeping through an explosion?"
"I was kidding!"
"Hands and knees – now!"
"Lucas, we can't!" But she was already on her knees.
There was one last squawk of protest from her, "Lucas!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"I can't! I really can't!" Her eyes told me she was torn between hopelessness and hope. A woman's most vulnerable state.
"What the fuck's your problem?"
"I don't ... I don't want Christine to know. I want you ... I really do. I mean, my fucking nipples ache for it."
When she paused, I prodded her. "What else?"
"There's ... this spot between my puss and my asshole..."
"What about it?"
"When it starts to itch I go crazy, and..."
"I get so hot there ... I get all buttery there..." she was panting with the exertion it took to get the words out. I had never seen a woman like this before. I could smell the light urine scent of her pussy and the heat of her body through the perfume she wore and realized she had placed the scent between her legs for me.
"Hands and knees ... now!" I growled although I made sure my voice wouldn't carry to where Christine lay quietly.
Amy was on all fours without another word. I studied her bottom for a full minute. Somehow I knew she would permit me this pleasure. Perhaps in her mind it was important that I find her ass to be a magnificent sculpture, worthy of worshipping in the most lascivious ways. Then again, it might have been the fear of detection that kept her quiet.
I contemplated the pale, rounded hillocks of her ass then kissed each cheek in turn. And as she murmured her approval, I quickly spread her apart with my thumbs and sent my tongue into her perfumed star-shaped orifice.
"I knew you would, I just knew you would," she moaned obscenely as I sucked so hard her inner walls surged outward.
Just then, Christine moaned and turned over, exposing her almost nude body as the sheet fell off to one side.
The two of us were hunched over in the doorway to the room. I heard the gasp from Amy before I saw what it was that caused it.
My wife was wearing a pair of lime green panties and nothing else; they were Amy's lime green panties.
"The fuck?" Amy muttered to herself.
"Told you," I said.
"I told you I didn't have them."
"Oh ... yeah, you did."
Amy appeared lost in thought while I added a second finger to her asshole. Still nuzzling her rectum, I managed to get a third finger in there and her sounds told me all I needed to know about moving ahead. I used my other hand to palm her pussy and thumbed her clit until she was moaning uncontrollably. It was frightening how similar she was to Christine in that department.
Her first climax arrived while I gnawed happily at her ass and frigged her with three fingers. It was with some reluctance that I left her asshole and went looking for her clit. My face grew soggy with her juices as she spent a second and perhaps third time, while remaining amazingly quiet.
I unleashed my dick, and fed it into her from behind with her watching me.
"Oh, you're bigger..."
"Than what, a breadbox?"
She giggled and humped back at me. "That feels so good!" she whispered over her shoulder. I grunted in reply, and on the following stroke, found myself fully immersed in her sodden cunt. I squeezed the cheeks of her ass and made her groan.
"Fuck me hard!"
"Fuck me harder!'
I did, and she demanded more.
Just to spite her I switched to long, deep thrusts that accentuated the length of my dick as it penetrated her. She seemed to like this, because she turned her head to ask, "You fuck Christine this way?"
"I fuck her every which way."
"No wonder she loves you, Lucas."
"And now I'm going to fuck your heinie."
She barked a soft, mischievous laugh. "My fucking heinie?"
"You prefer anus, or rectum, or asshole over heinie?"
"I don't care — it's just — unusual to hear that word used in that context."
"Are you an English teacher?"
"Then shut the fuck up!"
Angling myself for insertion, I heard her whimper, but I wasn't concerned. I had spent time lubing her anus up and after having had several orgasms, Amy was ready for some backdoor nastiness, she readily accepted my erection and we were off on a meandering ass-fuck.
"Yes," she groaned, as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Yes," she sighed as her body shuddered and gave way again and again.
The sighs turned to moans and then short barks as Amy was overtaken by cascading spasms. Pushing and then pulling my cock in her ass, I watched her melt while impaled on my thick cock. For pure amusement I reached around her, found a nipple and pinched it hard.
The house was suddenly eerily quiet. We both knew Christine had to have been awakened by that screech. I looked up and saw Christine with both hands between her legs; her juices gleamed enticingly in the dim lighting.
I abandoned Amy and fell upon Christine; roughly shoving her hands away from her sex and hoovered at her with both mouth and tongue while her hips rose and fell from one precipice to the next.
I felt Amy's fists pounding on my head and back, but paid scant attention to her. Only when she started raking at my spine with those long, red fingernails did I swat at her and sent her flying off the bed onto the hard wooden flooring with a loud thud. Fearfully, Christine pushed me away from her and we both went to see after Amy, who lay on the floor, legs akimbo, but apparently unhurt. Her main concern was for her sister, and vice versa.
A minute passed, and then Amy said, "You ... you took my panties!"
Christine looked down and sheepishly grinned. "So I did. How about that."
I knew then I wasn't in trouble and that the two of them had probably set something like what had happened up deliberately.
"Let's hear the truth, ladies. The honest truth, with no flourishes or ambiguities."
"Is he a lawyer, Christine?" Amy asked coquettishly.
"No, but he is fairly intelligent."
"I've noticed that," Amy said and gave me a smirk.
"I have a confession," Christine said with a smirk reminiscent of her sister's earlier.
"Go on," I said, sitting back on my haunches.
"I wanted to have a really memorable anniversary. Me and Amy talked on the phone and well ... she told me how horny she was ... so I got to thinking and the next thing I know we set this little evening up."
"It wasn't exactly like that," Amy said, jumping in. "She told me how hot you were ... in great detail and there I was masturbating over the phone."
The image of Amy doing so filled my mind, and then I wondered why they were bothering to tell me all this usually hush-hush stuff.
"So the thing with the panties was part of it?"
"No!" Amy said.
"Yes," Christine said.
"Christine, explain, please."
"Well, honey, I knew about Amy's panty fetish."
"Yeah ... she has to sleep in her favorite panties. They're always green ones. So I took them out of her suitcase and hid them until I went to bed. Then of course, I put them on. Do you like them?"
"I love 'em, but they're not yours."
"Will you buy me some?"
"I'll buy you both a dozen after tonight," I said, brightening both women's faces.
"But first I have to take a quick shower."
"Why?" both of them whined.
"I had my dick up Amy's heinie and need to clean it off before using it again. Sanitary reasons, I know you'll understand."
"Hurry dear," Christine said, and I ran into the bathroom, turned on the shower and cleaned my dick as thoroughly as possible with two other people crammed into the shower with me.
Once we were all satisfied that I had done a commendable job of cleansing my manhood, Christine was inhaling it while Amy worked a finger into my ass.
I had some difficulty standing while they worked me over. I moaned with pure pleasure and Christine hummed with satisfaction. I yelped when Amy's tongue slithered into my puckered anus, and repeated the yelp when Christine's mouth absorbed both my balls.
I was more than ready to blow tubes.
But Christine had the devil in her and stretched out the moment, abandoning balls and dick, she looked up at me and grinned. Amy kept her tongue working and had started fondling my balls. I was nearly in heaven; certainly nowhere near hell when my wife tugged her sister away from my ass to join her in blowing me.
"Suck, suck," and they passed the baton. It didn't matter who did the sucking. I mean, each had a slightly different technique, but when the pleasure is that intense does it matter whose mouth is doing the sucking at a given moment?
"Suck, suck," my cock slithered out of one mouth and in the other. Accommodating lips, lascivious tongues ... pure pleasure.
The deep-throating segment was interesting too, in that neither one of them had a problem with inhaling my full length, some seven and a half inches, if it matters.
I was moaning non-stop when Christine left Amy to finish the blowjob and slid between my legs and attacked my asshole by laving her tongue in a wide swath around the space between my balls and anus commonly referred to as the taint.
I had been resting my hands on Amy's head for balance as she sucked away at my dick, which had now nearly vanished, but at Christine's lunge I clutched at her now tangled light brown hair to pull her head even closer. I saw her cheeks hollow with applied suction as she grimaced in pain.
Moments later I roared, "Gonna cum! Where do you want it?"
Instantly, like two hungry Japanese Koi, Christine and Amy had their mouths gaping in front of my throbbing prick. A second later the first line shot out, hitting Amy in the left eye. The next two filmy white ropes caught Christine's mouth and tongue and I managed to direct the last two directly into Amy's still hopeful mouth, evidently satisfying the both of them for the moment.
"God damn it, I can't see a thing!" Amy swore while rubbing at her semen filled eye.
Christine started to laugh then thought better of it and murmured consoling words to her sister.
We were back in the bedroom when Christine asked if I would go down on Amy.
I was agreeable and helped the half-blind lovely to the bed, spread her legs apart and went to town.
I stroked the back of Amy's knee and felt an involuntary quiver. She was still rubbing the eye when I glanced up at her. Her hair was tousled from the shower and beads of water trickled across her taut body to wet the sheet she lay on. When adding the crust of drying semen on her lips and chin I had to admit the cumulative effect was exceptionally sensual.
After five minutes of non-stop munching I came up for air with Amy's pussy juices dripping down my chin. Christine had settled down on her haunches and was happily fingering herself while watching me work on her sister in the mirror next to our bed.
I slipped my hands under Amy's small ass and urged her to rise up a bit so I could breath. Then I poked my nose up into her pussy and went to work again with my tongue on her clit. I was vaguely aware that the two girls had also begun playing with each other's tits; all four nipples were being rolled between thumb and forefinger. Amy's hips picked up speed as she climbed toward her next climax -- I had already lost count of them -- and where she went I was close behind. Amy left off her sister's tits and put her mouth to work licking the base of my cock and chewing on my pubic hair. Her hard nipples brushed against my abdomen stimulating me further and her new position allowed me to breathe easier. I stroked her curved, muscular back and squeezed her firm ass as my hardon returned to form and I thought about which one I would fuck next.
But I still had Amy to think about, and so I gradually worked my thumb into her asshole which had closed up, but not all that much. With just the slightest exertion on my part, the thumb popped through her sphincter. A second later the entire thumb was embedded in her rectum and her shuddering gasps combined shock and pleasure. When my thumb twitched she whimpered and dug her fingers into my stomach. Her body shook and her clit trembled under my tongue. All three of us were gasping for breath as Christine brought herself off and half-collapsed on top of Amy, pinning me at the bottom of the heap.
We lay there for several minutes until I finally realized I'd be able to breathe more easily if I weren't buried under two still very horny women. I wormed my way out from under the heap of feminine flesh and took stock. I still had a major woody; both sisters were still ready for action.
"I know it's late, but I'm starving; how about you two?"
We agreed on Chinese and called in an order. It's amazing how at two in the morning the restaurant still managed to deliver our order. The only requirement being that we order more than fifty dollars worth of food. We were happy to do it.
It was after three by the time we finished our Chinese feast and returned to our bedroom proclivities.
Christine kicked it off by dabbing at my balls with her hot, pink tongue. "She's gonna suck you so dry you won't get it up for a month," Amy chuckled.
In my mind I knew she was serious, but my maleness prodded me into replying inanely, "We'll see about that, little Miss Green Pants," An allusion to Amy's preference for going to bed in a pair of lime green panties.
Fifteen minutes later, it was Amy with my cock in her mouth while her hands roamed over my ass and between my legs, probing at the base of my balls and the rim of my asshole. She was taking her time, in no hurry at all: Exquisite.
My wife, Christine was lying on her side, one leg nearly straight up in the air. The soft hair in her crotch formed a cushion almost back to her asshole. My face was buried in it, enjoying the pungent aroma of her previous orgasm. It was obvious that no guy's tongue had ever explored so deeply between her legs before, from the way she squirmed and the little sounds of startled pleasure she made. I nibbled at her clit, pushing its sheath back with my lips and sucking hard on the red protrusion the hood revealed. The muscles in her thighs fluttered.
We went round and round the circle like that for half an hour, all three of us rising to a fever pitch. Then out of the blue, Christine croaked, "Fuck her, Lucas! Fuck Amy!"
I nodded compliance and shook my sweat soaked head once or twice before moving up along Amy's sweat-streaked body and flicked my cock against the lips of her gaping cunt. She gasped and her lashes flickered. I eased her heels over my shoulders so her knees were up against her chest. Her athletic condition and small build gave her more flexibility than Christine could manage, and her pussy gaped wide. She hunched her hips upward, perhaps unconsciously, and I slid into her vibrating cunt. She moaned and the already snug tunnel squeezed my organ even tighter. I grasped her wrists and pinned them outstretched above her head. I felt her toes curl as her heels pressed down against my shoulders more firmly. My cock pushed against the end of her cunt at each stroke and she drew a sharp intake of breath each time, not of discomfort but because of the electricity passing between us. I glanced down to watch my cock disappearing into that dark jungle and noticed her clit winking in time with my strokes.
"Do it hard, honey," my wife whispered in my ear. "She loves it hard!"
I began to slam into her with enough force to make her breasts bounce, but not enough to actually cause her pain. She wanted hard, I was giving her hard. Besides, I was enjoying it myself. I pulled her wrists a little straighter and her fingers writhed and curled into fists.
"Hook your ankles together behind my neck," I rasped, and she did. If I had had the opportunity to script this scene, I would have wound a telephone cord or something around Amy's ankles and tied her wrists to a couple of chair legs. Now her eyes were closed and her head swung back and forth. She was even biting her lip. I leaned down and kissed the side of her throat, then moved up to the hollow space behind the hinge of her jaw. Then, as I thundered into my orgasm, I bit down slightly on her earlobe.
She jerked once, then again, and uttered a small cry. And then she was flooded by a paroxysm of a climax, her thighs jerking, her arm muscles spasming, as she came and came.
Finally, both of us ran down and I relieved the strain on her wrists. She let her feet fall to the floor and wrapped her arms loosely around my neck. All she could say between gasps was "Wow..."
I held my weight above her on my elbows but kept my cock in her for a few minutes. I pushed into her a short distance every fifteen or twenty seconds and her cunt jerked. She giggled at her own reaction and squirmed with delayed responses. This was something else I had learned from my wife — that a girl's cunt is very sensitive to aftershocks — and I was passing that knowledge on to her sister, who apparently had never experienced it before.
I slid the palms of my hands under her upper back and arched her ribcage upward so I could reach her nipples with my mouth. They were also hypersensitive now and when I sucked on each one for a minute or two, Amy moaned and hugged me tighter.
Finally, I began to develop a cramp in my upper arm and, regretfully, I withdrew my cock from her and rolled over onto my side. I studied her face in some fascination, my head propped up on the palm of my hand. Her eyes were half-closed, from physical exhaustion as much as sexual satiety, I thought. Her breathing was becoming regular again and there were beads of musky sweat drying on her body. Her pubic hair was stiff and spiky with escaped semen and red patches on her body showed the pressure of my weight on her.
Her knees were still bent and her legs parted. She looked rather like she had lost a wrestling match, except that the slightly dazed smile on her lips was happy and satisfied. My arms and legs were stiffening up and my cock felt worn to a stub. There was a mixture of semen and the cunt juices of two girls stiffening in my pubic hair as well. It had been quite an evening ... but it wasn't over yet.
I looked around for Christine, but didn't see her. There were however, moans of a sexual nature coming from the master bath. Holding a finger to my lips, I signaled Amy that I was going after my wife.
She giggled happily and waved me off.
I paused and looked down at her lithe, firm nakedness, now displayed full-length. She stretched again, partly for my benefit, eyes closed and smiling. Very nice indeed.
I padded quietly to the entrance to the master bath and peeked inside. It was pretty obvious, from the rhythmic creaking of porcelain and the breathy gasping sounds, what was occurring inside. I opened the door and stepped in.
Christine had straddled the toilet and was facing the wall. Her right hand appeared to be buried in her cunt; the left was bracing her from falling off the porcelain bowl onto the tile floor.
With each thrust of her hand her breasts bounced and jiggled and her hair flew in all directions from her strenuous exertions. Christine looked over her shoulder and smiled at me for a moment but never changed her rhythm. I moved closer and squeezed both of her lovely tits. She smiled again. Then I felt a small, warm hand on my shoulder blade and another hand slid smoothly down my ass. Amy had joined us, standing on tiptoe to see her sister's masturbation. Moments later she rested her chin on my shoulder for a better view.
Christine held out her hand to her sister and drew her around from behind me. She moved Amy's hands to her breasts and encouraged her to squeeze and fondle them as I had done. Amy didn't hesitate, which surprised me a bit — though it probably shouldn't have by that time. In fact, she positioned herself so that I had access to her breasts and I promptly began rolling her still-prominent nipples between thumb and finger while nipping lightly at the back of her neck.
I sent my thumb back into Amy's ass, which was still sweaty and internally moist and my finger crept past her snug sphincter with little resistance. It was a sensation I've always had a taste for, though I was seldom able to indulge it with anyone except Christine.
Amy trembled a little and arched her back farther as my finger gradually slid in until the palm of my hand was flat against her buttocks. I wiggled my finger experimentally and Amy gasped in response.
"You like that?" I whispered behind her ear.
"Mmmm ... yeah, I really do!" Her hands continued to knead Christine's tits and my wife looked like she was building to an explosion.
"Kiss her, Amy," I whispered. "Kiss her deep, like you would a guy."
There was no hesitation by either girl: Amy lowered her face and Christine tilted hers upward. The joining of their lips was steady and prolonged, involving much activity by at least two tongues. I curled my buried forefinger and lifted a bit — a favorite maneuver that nearly always had the desired effect on the recipient —and Amy moaned passionately and clenched her ass muscles, squeezing my finger in a warm, wet, tight embrace.
Both girls came moments later. We decided that we'd call it a night and tumbled into bed without showering again.
Amy left the following afternoon, and Christine and I were quiet about the events of the previous night for several days. Then over steaks we grilled on the barbeque, we discussed what had happened. I assured her that I had no regrets and asked if she did.
"The incestuous part bothered me. It bothers me a lot."
"What incestuous part are you talking about?" I asked gently.
"What Amy and I did together."
"All I saw you do was kiss. How incestuous is that?"
"Is that all we did?"
"Well, aside from, say you putting my dick in her, or vice versa, I'm not sure as to who did what to whom, but, yeah, that's all. Oh, yeah, she rubbed your tits a little, but that's hardly incestuous."
"I thought for sure I'd gone down on her."
"No way, I took care of all the pussy eating at the festival."
Christine laughed then giggled. I felt an enormous pressure lift from my shoulders. "You did, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I did."
"And you were very good. I gave you top marks."
"Thank you, I did my best."
"Did you enjoy our little surprise?"
"I loved every minute of it."
"So, would you be open to a repeat performance?"
"After an appropriate rest period, yes."
And so, three months later, Christine and I went to vacation in New Orleans. It wasn't a coincidence that Amy lived in Metairie, which was a stone's throw from our hotel.
The girls wanted to spend the afternoon shopping, knew it wasn't my cup of tea and so Amy scrounged a ticket for me to the Saints game that afternoon. I went alone and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Following the game I took a taxi to Amy's apartment in Metairie.
In the elevator on the way up, I was already getting hard in my pants, thinking about Amy's naked body and her sex drive. What lay in store for me this time? Would the girls cross the line and engage in some incestuous acts?
I pressed the buzzer, and my wife, Christine let me in. She wore a skirt and a soft sports bra, nothing else.
She pulled me inside, and closed the door. "You're early! How was the game?" She said and melted into my arms as our mouths renewed acquaintances again. My hands automatically covered her body, one hand under her skirt to palm her damp pussy, the other under the sports bra to find her very pliant breasts.
"Get a room will you?" Amy's chipper voice called out as she entered the room and gave me a kiss on the lips with just a little tongue added for good measure. She was wearing a royal blue sundress, and I wondered if she had her favorite green undies on beneath it.
"This is the room," I said and cupped her ass with the hand that had just been rubbing my wife's pussy.
"My, aren't we eager?" Amy laughed as she pushed my hand away. "Don't worry; you'll be getting plenty." So, it would be a repeat performance. I thought happily.
"C'mon, sit down; we have some drinks made," Christine said casually. I sat down on the couch; there were small bowls of snacks on the table, some cheese, crackers and fruit. Amy started pouring what turned out to be vodka martinis into three cocktail glasses.
"I've been thinking about sex all day," Christine giggled, and I knew this wasn't her first drink of the day. "I mean, with you. Amy has too," she added and giggled again like a mischievous child.
"Well, I can't believe how lucky I am."
"We think we're lucky too, sweetie. You know, most guys would find this ... being with me, or I should say, us, weird." Christine smiled. "Am I weird?"
I laughed. "Sweetie, we've got high sex drives, and urges that are compatible, and a little kinky."
She laughed, and we spent some time just looking into each other's eyes, and then she broke the contact to gulp down most of her martini and quickly poured herself another.
"Don't get drunk on me," I said trying to make it humorous and not bossy-sounding.
Christine adjusted her bra, making her breasts jiggle. "I was thinking, maybe in the bedroom, we could let you decide what you want to do ... you know, with us."
"That sounds great," I said. "But I don't care what we do as long as everyone is agreeable beforehand. We don't want anyone to be hurt. We're here to have fun and enjoy ourselves, right?"
Both women agreed with me, and Christine began unbuttoning my shirt.
"Doesn't he have the most fantastic chest, Amy?"
"Mmmm, yes, he certainly does." A moment later there were four hands roaming my chest. It felt pretty good.
"I should return the favor, ladies. Let me see those tits, will you?"