Chapter 9: Brother-in-Law to the Rescue

I walked into the guest house bedroom at exactly 8 p.m., wearing nothing but a half-length robe and a hopeful expression. Three fragrant candles and dimmed recessed lighting set the mood — basically “seduction on a budget.” Rita and Gloria were polishing off a bottle of champagne. I was pretty sure it wasn’t their first. Rita wore a sheer beige babydoll with nothing underneath. Gloria had on a red negligee that left zero doubt about the excellent condition of her titties, even in the low light. Both had gotten their hair done earlier that day in fancy updos, like they were attending prom instead of a mercy-fuck tutorial.

“Take that robe off and come sit between us,” Rita ordered with a tipsy smile.

I obeyed. My dick was already straining toward its personal best of six inches. As I settled on the bed, Rita gently stroked me like she was calming a nervous puppy. In her soft instructor’s voice, she told Gloria, “Take off your negligee and hold his cock.”

Gloria did, looking equal parts curious and apprehensive. Rita coached, “Now stroke it.” I stared at Gloria’s tits again and thought, God, I want to titty-fuck those beauties. Almost like she could read my filthy mind, Rita said, “Gloria, kneel on the pad and put his cock between your boobies.”

I cupped those perfect orbs and massaged them while my boner reached maximum stiffness. At Mark’s spa, I’d noticed her areolas were small — barely bigger than mine — but now, as her nipples hardened, the whole setup puckered into cute little cones that felt rock-hard under my fingers.

I glanced at Rita. “Weren’t you supposed to get naked for this program?”

Without a word, she slipped off the babydoll. She kissed me passionately, tongue and all, then told Gloria, “Just the head — put it in your mouth.”