Sisters, Friends, and Lovers - Book One
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 21: The ‘L’ Word
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21: The ‘L’ Word - Steve is surprised/shocked! The two girls he’s dating are sisters! A threesome forms then a third sister joins. Friends arrive causing additional loving and sexual relationships. He hides nothing as his sphere expands. He involves guy friends to help out with his ‘harem’. A wedding and highly sexual five-day ‘reception’ cap off the story, along with the perfect living situation.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
I caught the six-thirty a.m. Delta flight to Atlanta, and walked off the airplane at about nine in the morning at ATL. Directly in front of me stood a tall, statuesque beautiful woman that attracted the attention of every man getting off the plane. Jane lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw me, and rushed into my arms with a demure kiss as a crowd of other road warriors ate their hearts out. They’d be alone in their hotel rooms jerking off to Internet porn, and I’d have my cock buried in the pussy of the beautiful woman that had met my flight. Somehow, I think that message got telegraphed throughout the airport. I shared that thought with Jane and she blushed but laughed. I was trying for a little shock value.
We got our rental car, and were at TCI’s Atlanta office at ten o’clock. While I’d gotten the car, Jane had finally reached some of the project managers in the Atlanta office to tell them we were arriving early. She told me she explained our change of plan, and said appropriate words about just parking us in a conference room somewhere if there were other things that had already been planned. Just the way she talked with care about the feelings of the remote direct reports, I could tell Jane had lost some of her ‘Marine-like, take no prisoners’ attitude she’d had when we first met.
Jules Friedman welcomed us, and got us situated in a large conference room. He and his secretary, a nice woman named Bea, were setting up a new schedule for the week to make best use of our time between now and Friday at noon. The four of us talked about some ideas to improve our effectiveness during our visit.
The two of them left, so for the first time I was able to outline to Jane some new ideas I’d had over the weekend for improving the project teams, often with changes on both sides of the fence – my firm’s side and TCI’s. Again, she got enthused with the changes and saw their positive impact immediately. After an hour, I’d filled two flip charts with my ideas, and we’d had a good debate about a few items.
In a long silence, Jane looked over at me and I could see her eyes get gooey and watch her shoulders slump slightly as she leaned towards me in an intimate way. She whispered, “I want you to jump my bones right on this conference table. I want you to rip my clothes to shreds and plunder my body, leaving me sated and dripping your cum until you want to use me again, hopefully on and off throughout the day.”
Her statement was unexpected and caught me off guard. I stared at her and then had an idea from a story or two that I’d read on a website. I instructed her firmly, “Jane, I want you to get up from this table right now and go to the ladies room. Remove your panties and your bra and bring them back to me. You won’t need those items the rest of the day.”
Now, Jane’s eyes got really large as she tried to evaluate whether I was serious or not. I gestured with one finger that she should get up and head for the door.
Jane said with some skepticism, “Really?”
I replied, “Really. Now go before the others come back with our revised schedule.” At that instant, I got cold feet. I suddenly thought, ‘Oh, my God, this woman controls the fortunes of my company and about five hundred people that work on TCI projects. What if I just stepped in my own shit? I froze in position and watched Jane to see whether she was pissed off at me.
Jane gave me a humorous but evil eye, picked up her purse and headed off to the ladies room. I worked through a couple of emails and listened to a dozen voicemail messages. I sent a message to Fran, Sheila, and Ally that only said, “XOXOXOX, Love, Steve.” They’d been asleep when I slipped from the bed hours before, and started my long business day.
Jane came back into the room with little fanfare and sat down next to me. I held my hand out to her and waited.
“You want them?”
“Yes, I do. You keep the bra; I’ll take the panties for now.”
She reached into her large shoulder purse and pulled out a delicate pair of lace panties with an insert cotton gusset. After she put them in my hand, I made a production of finding the moist patch where her pussy had been, and then inhaling her essence. She watched me with great interest. Just as I tucked them into my pocket the door opened and Bea came in carrying a pad of paper.
Bea said, “Well, I’ve got you lined up with the team that covers Florida for the afternoon. The rest of the morning Jules would like to meet with you about some issues he sees in team management and results. We did better with tomorrow’s schedule, and the rest of the week things are pretty much the same – full, mostly with the other projects. We’ll get you out of here around eleven o’clock on Friday in plenty of time for your flights.”
We thanked Bea for her organizational skills. Just as she left, Jules came in carrying a tray with three coffees on it. We sat around the conference table, and Jane and I got in listening mode as he made many astute observations about the projects, staff, effectiveness, and results implementation. He gave us a unique look that we wouldn’t have had otherwise because he had this dedicated time with us. I made a note to find a similar person at each of the other locations remote from New Jersey.
The day unfolded pretty much as we expected. We finished the Florida review at four. I looked at Jane and said, “You know, we’re through here for today. Why don’t we check-in the hotel and take a swim.” I gestured to the beautiful warm weather outside.
Jane was on her feet and stuffing her notes in her briefcase before I realized she liked the idea. We checked into the Marriott, and as soon as we were in the large room we were in each other’s arms.
Jane said, “Do you have any idea what you did to me today? Since you made me give you my panties and take off my bra, I have been craving you every second we were there. I always felt I was seconds away from jumping your bones. Twice – I repeat, Twice, I had to go to the ladies room and wipe down my pussy because I was getting so wet I was dripping and I could smell myself or I was afraid I soil my skirt. You made me very horny.”
I leaned forward and kissed her; “Those are exactly the kind of reactions I’d hoped to provoke.” I ran a finger down her neck, circled her naked breast and gently pinched her nipple, and then continued slowly down her body until my finger slid along her soaking cleft.
Jane had shut her eyes to focus on the exquisite torture I delivered, “Will you fuck me now?”
“No.”
Jane’s eyes shot open. “No? Why not?”
“Because we have about an hour or two of good sunshine on the outdoor pool, and I want to swim. I also want to see how other men gawk at your horny body, and see how they develop hard-ons because they’d like to have you back in this room so they could fuck you until you begged for mercy, maybe five or six of them at a time.”
Jane’s look softened. “I may have to then wear the more revealing of the two swimsuits I brought with me, if that’s what you hope to see. Maybe if enough men ogle my body, you’ll be more appreciative of it ... and take better care of it in a sexual way,” she teased.
I kissed her and licked my finger wet from her slit, “In no more than two hours; I may not even last fifteen minutes with you looking so hot.”
Jane pulled a new micro-bikini from her roll-on suitcase. There couldn’t have been more than a few square inches of bright white material to cover her vital areas. I watched as she slipped the tiny bra on and adjusted the two pieces of material so they just covered her areolas and nipples. The bottom half, covered her landing strip of pubic hair, but only had butt floss in the back. I marveled at how a mid-forties woman could look so good and so appealing in something so small and revealing.
I quickly slipped into my modest bathing suit, glad that I’d retained some ab muscles and kept a relatively flat stomach. Jane put on a cover-up, as she called it. I put on a casual outer jacket, and we took the elevator down to the pool level. Only a few people were about on the pool deck, but I noted that it was just before five o’clock, and I deduced that at five the major conference of doctors being held at the hotel would adjourn for the day, and a flood of horny MDs would surge onto the pool deck looking for eye candy.
I picked two chaises in the sun, and we spread out our towels. We took turns spreading sunscreen on each other, and then we both stretched out to read. After a few minutes, Jane flipped onto her stomach. She reached around her neck and back and slipped out of the top part of her bikini, her modesty intact as the front of the bra still covered the vital part of her boobs, and of course she was lying on them anyway.
About that time several sets of double doors opened near the hotel conference rooms and a flood of mostly males surged onto the pool deck, hungering for some real sunlight after the day-long pasty glow of fluorescent bulbs in their large conference room.
I estimated that it took less than two nanoseconds for the first males to spot Jane’s now monokini, her rounded ass, and her mostly nude body. I had to admit, the way she lay gave her ass a more shapely appearance than when she stood, and it was very inviting.
Slowly, groups of men started to circle the pool so they could walk by our recliners. I decided to feign sleep, so I allowed the book I’d brought to slide onto my chest and I shut my eyes only slightly behind my sunglasses. I wanted to see the looks on their faces.
Jane faced away from the flow of admirers as the first several groups came by and ogled her shapely legs, perfect ass, bare back, and obviously well-endowed tits. She kept reading her book, occasionally turning a page.