I couldn’t believe it. My wife was having a lesbian affair with my cousin!
She was doing it for my sake, in order to spare me the embarrassment to repel my cousin’s advances or – worse – the risk to fall to her charm.
Astrid never had any gay tendency, nor had ever been bi-curious. It had been a choice taken after cold calculation, which just happened to prove quite enjoyable.
I didn’t really regret her choice. I happened to state much in advance that a situation like that wouldn’t have been unacceptable for me, since I believe that such a relationship isn’t alternative to a husband-to-wife one, but it’s something completely different… Like a husband getting drunk with his pal. It’s also physical pleasure with somebody else than your spouse, but is also something your spouse doesn’t want or can’t really do with you personally, so it doesn’t represent a betrayal. Provided the spouse is fully aware of what’s going on, of course.
Well, I was fully aware of what was going on; I had been briefed in advance and updated while the thing was developing, and I had the chance to stop it before it happened, or at any moment later, if I only wanted. I was told my wife’s plans far in advance than Lella herself, and sometimes I even made suggestions.
You may agree or not with my point of view, but that’s what came out of it.
Our own family life wasn’t affected, apart from my wife’s reduced inhibitions and increased sexual confidence, since almost all her encounters with my cousin took place during my (and Lella’s husband’s) working time.
My pride as the only recipient of my wife’s lust was the only thing at risk… But it was really a small thing, given the situation.
The point is, Astrid wasn’t in love with Lella. Maybe there was something true the other way around, but my wife was just having fun, like playing some kind of sport she couldn’t share with me. There was no psychological trick about ownership of your spouse’s body, or shit like that involved either, since Astrid was in full control of the situation.
Basically, Lella was just my wife’s pet.
They had achieved a perfect domina-slave relationship, and my cousin had no degree of possession over my wife, while on the contrary my wife owned her body as much as her soul.
You will argue this might not be a problem for me, but was quite one for Lella’s hubby.
Wrong… Poor Michele had no clue at all about what was going on. Had somebody tried to tell him, he would dismiss the whole thing as a really sick fantasy. The poor Church-going, holy guy just believed in the sacrality of wedding wows, took his wife twice a month only in the dark, missionary-style and wearing a pyjamas.
Not only cheating was unthinkable for him, but incest and lesbian affairs were devil’s induced porn fantasies which only took place within X-rated products that – of course! – he would never read.
As you can see, everybody was happy. I had a dedicated wife who felt sexually fulfilled with me, had improved her self-confidence and had found both a company during her long days alone and a pet to play with. Michele wasn’t bothered any more by a sexually frustrated wife and could run his life as it fitted him the best. And Lella had finally found some sort of balance between her requirement to be true to her spouse and her own intimate sexual needing.
My only regret in the whole situation was that I had no chances to join the girls for a threesome, since the whole dirty story had been devised by Astrid to avoid me getting involved again with my deviate cousin.
As a bonus though, I was getting full, uncensored reports of all their private accomplishments.
After the first couple of meetings in hotel rooms, the two of them had agreed it was much more clever (and cheap!) to see each other at home. Astrid made it clear she wasn’t going to share our bedroom with anybody else than me, so it was Lella’s home they went to.
Astrid would just take the underground after doing her job at home and go there by noon. They would make love in Michele’s bed while he was at work, then Lella would cook for her master. They would eat together and then make love again, or take a walk toghether, depending on my wife’s mood. However, Astrid would be at the underground station to pick me up when I was back from work, with a new story for me and an increased desire to have sex with a man too…
The frequency of the affair was totally up to Astrid. Sometimes they saw each other almost every working day; sometimes, my cruel wife let Lella alone for full weeks, rebuffing all desperate pleas from her enslaved lover.
Once I got a call at work from my desperate cousin, who begged me to talk Astrid into seeing her the day after: the poor girl was love sick, sobbing all along the call. When I told Astrid about it, she just smiled; she knew she had her.
Early autumn I left for three weeks of English refreshment in England.
Astrid dated Lella for a couple of days, and then left Rome herself to go and see some friends of hers. When she came back after a few days, Lella was out of control. My cruel wife called her from home for some more days, pretending to be still away, and then just showed up at her place unannounced, summoning her out for the weekend without any warning.
The lovesick girl was so overjoyed to see her lover back that she didn’t think twice, threw a few clothes and her toothbrush into a bag and left. She called her husband from the hotel Astrid had booked in Sorrento, telling him she was going to stay away the whole weekend… The poor guy was quite pissed, but behaved as a good, understanding husband, and after having been reassured by Astrid and received the phone number of the hotel to call during the evening, he even wished the girls a fun weekend.
When he called on Sunday night, interrupting the girls’ intimacy at the wrong moment, Astrid was so pissed with him that she just told him they were going to stay an extra day; and they did.
The weather was very good, and the hotel rate cheap due to the late season, so the girls really enjoyed their time, getting a lot of sun, sea and sex.
When they were finally back, Lella was sexually satiated and her husband for once was in desperate needing himself…
I came back on Friday and got the whole torrid story, between one love session and the other, all through the weekend.
Again Astrid decided to discipline her pet for a couple of weeks, during which she didn’t even answered her phone calls, letting her fry in her own frustration.
I left again for a working week to Bavaria, and Astrid again took Lella out for a three-day event to Fiuggi spa, just fifty kilometres south of Rome. There again the girls shared a fantastic time between Jacuzzi, saunas, body massages and hot baths, mixing it all with a lot of sex in their private room. When I came back, Astrid was really in great shape, beaming and horny.
She didn’t cut Lella out again this time though, since she didn’t want my cousin to associate their best moments to my travelling away and their bad ones to my presence. They kept on seeing each other on a steady schedule about once or twice a week, generally at Lella’s place, otherwise somewhere outside Rome, but didn’t sleep out.
I never saw my cousin during these months; I happened to talk briefly to her on the phone when I answered her calls in the evening or when she was asking for intercession with her stone-hearted lover.
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Then my birthday came. I turned thirty-eight, and I wasn’t really thinking of a big party for myself… Most Italians tend to let their birthdays fade away after their twentieth, and just expect a greeting kiss or a birthday card; I wasn’t that lucky. For Danes, birthdays are serious business.
The first birthday I had with Astrid, she woke me up at six o’clock in the morning (Saturday, when non-Vikings are supposed to sleep till late), with music, songs and flags (Danish flags of course, we have nothing like Italian birthday party paper flags). I thought the Vikings were invading us…
By year 2000, I got accustomed to this tradition, and resigned to the idea of having to celebrate my birthday again. I smiled as I got my early morning party, followed according to this barbarian fashion to a rich and nice breakfast, and went to work without having any idea of what the evening would take.
When I came home, I found nothing strange, apart from my wife all dressed up and the table ready and dressed with our best dishes, silver cattery and candles.
Nice, I thought: Astrid prepared a romantic dinner for us…
I was directly ushered into the bathroom for a good shower, and when I came out I found clean clothes ready to wear on the bed. Thanks God no tie, but for the rest it was my best set of clothes.
I dressed up, shaved and put on some after-shave, and finally marched into the living room.
…And there, I got my birthday present.
Sitting at the table with my loving wife, all dressed up like her and smiling her best smile, was my cousin Lella.
I must say, they both looked great. Lella was wearing a loose purple blouse which enhanced her gorgeous breasts, one of her infamous knee-high skirts with long side cut, grey stockings and high-heel shoes. A golden necklace, a pair of heavy earrings and even heavier bracelets completed the setting.
My wife looked if possible even better. She wore dark blue shirt, my favourite leather miniskirt and boots, which gave a combined great look to her long legs and to her perfect ass.
Lella was paling down quickly after the summer, but Astrid was still quite tanned, and her complexion was such that she needed very little makeup and no pantyhose. My cousin had quite a lot of makeup on, but she was doing better than she used to, and I assumed Astrid had had a hand on it.
All in all, two very sexy women, with two bodies to die for.
“I thought that after all the patience you showed the two of us, you deserved yourself some satisfaction and a very special present…” Astrid said with a smile, caressing my cousin’s cheek: “Happy birthday, my love!”
I got my loving wife kiss, while Lella was blushing at her master’s wordings, which implied she was my birthday present.
Then she rose on her feet too, and came to kiss me happy birthday: “Hi, cousin… I hope you are happy to see me.”
I was, and I showed my appreciation with a deeper-than-brotherly kiss, as my wife smiled her permission.
We sat at the table and enjoyed a tasty light dinner. It was Astrid’s typical kitchen: a beautiful salmon fried with rice and vegetables, supported by a good bottle of Pinot Grigio from Trentino.
The two girls were sitting at my sides, facing each other, and never lost an opportunity to smile or touch me. It was a beautiful torture to be teased through the whole dinner, until the fish and the wine were over.
Then it was time for the Tiramisù, sided by a bottle of Moscato d’ Asti.
I popped the bottle open, and the cork bounced on the ceiling to fall on Lella’s shoulder, which triggered some happy laughing.
“Happy birthday, my love…” Astrid kissed me again, holding her just filled glass: “Isn’t it time to open your present? Or should I say, to undress it?”
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Roberto smiled from one ear to the other at my remark, while Lella blushed of embarrassment.
I was very satisfied of myself.
My husband rose from his seat and moved behind his cousin, caressing her shoulders.
“You may kiss your present,” I allowed with a benign smile.
Roberto kissed Lella’s delicate neck side, making her shiver. I knew all too well how hot the chick was.
When I told her what my idea for Roberto’s birthday was, the week before, she almost cried of happiness. My pet went on thanking and kissing me for hours, and behaved even more submitted than usual. Even her oral ministrations were far more loving and passionate than I was used… I came twice under her tongue that afternoon!
After a brief look at me to get my approval, Roberto kissed his present on her trembling lips, while his hands were wandering on her body.
I saw their tongues play between their lips, and wandered weather I was feeling jealous…
I didn’t. I organized the event, and it was my game. My present to my husband, to show my appreciation for his tolerance and patience with my unconventional affair with his cousin and own former lover.
Lella wasn’t a threat to me any more: she was my dedicated sex slave, and I could do whatever I wanted to her, including sharing her with my husband… Without that representing an intrusion in my own marriage.
Lella was a more-than-willing offer, but Roberto looked still a bit hesitant at taking full advantage of her… So I decided to take the show into my hands.
I reached them behind the table and kissed my husband, like the other girl wasn’t even there: “Can I help you, lover? You know, I got some experience at unwrapping her, recently…”
He looked like a child in a toy shop, and kissed me fondly. I felt his hand on my breast as I placed mine on Lella’s.
I started unbuttoning her blouse and slowly opened it on her beautiful décolleté.
Her lacy bra showed up in all its transparent beauty.
I placed a hand on my husband’s crotch and moaned: “Hmmm… I can feel you like your present!”
I know he can be rather clumsy undoing a bra, so I continued opening the hook and unwrapping Lella’s breasts from their laced cups.
I felt the girl shiver when my hands caressed her erected nipples.
I stopped kissing Roberto and went down kissing my lover for just a second, before going down to her tits to sip a nipple.
I looked up at my horny husband and smiled, “Take the other one… It’s tasty!”
He gladly met my suggestion, and the two of us proceeded suckling and nibbling Lella’s swollen, dark nipples untie she gasped and let go of a long moan of pleasure: “Oohhh… Oh my God, it’s so good! Sooo gooooood… Hmmm…”
My lover’s hands went to caress both our heads as we made love to her breasts.
She was still sitting on the chair, buckling and thrashing on the cushion under our combined mouth job.
I felt my husband’s hand on my ass, and knew he was still fully aware of me… He wasn’t lost in his lust for that hot cousin of his! But still, he wasn’t taking the initiative as he used to.
Again, I took it into my hands.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I proposed to him with a dirty smile: “We can finish unwrapping your present there!”
I grabbed my pet’s hand and drove her over to our bedroom, with my husband taking my arm and fondly caressing my leather-clad buttocks.
I pushed Lella on our bed, and she sat, all so happy to be at the very centre of our combined attention.
Her bare chest showed in all its beauty. Roberto sat next to her, and started again caressing her firm breasts, kissing her on the neck. I remembered from his tales he liked to mark her there before sending her back home, and thought it was a good idea.
So I sat on her other side and proceeded doing the same… After all, she was my pet, and I thought it appropriate she sports my mark too.
“Aahhh…” Lella moaned as we suckled her neck from both sides, “Michele will notice the bite marks on me…”
“Your problem,” I commented mercilessly, grabbing one of her tits and cruelly pulling a nipple: “Stop complaining now, and forget your husband… It’s my husband you are here to please today!”
“Aww!” she cried as I pinched her swollen nipple as to pull it out of her chest.
The little bitch didn’t complain any more and reeled in our attentions to her body.
We made love to her upper body for some minutes more, relaxing her to the point she was moaning and shivering almost continuously, then it was my dirty-minded husband the one who went the first between Lella’s legs.
He opened her knees and pushed a probing hand under his cousin’s skirt, exploring between her open thighs. I saw delight on his face as he realized she wasn’t wearing anything under her garter; it has always been one of his favourite fetishes, the lack of undies under a woman’s skirt.
Lella shuddered, and I understood Roberto had started masturbating her.
I kissed my lover, sipping her tongue until she started watering, and grabbed a handful of her tits into my hands.
“Oohhh…” she moaned, “I like it… It’s so nice… You make me melt! Hmmm…”
I thought it was a good moment to get rid of unnecessary garments. While my husband was taking good care of our sex toy, I rose on my feet and slipped out from my own skirt and shirt. I threw my bra on Lella’s face, grinning at her surprise, and then I climbed back on my bed, naked but for my leather boots, my watch and a golden waist lace.
Roberto was suckling Lella’s nipples while finger fucking her, his hand concealed under the hem of her skirt. The girl’s breath was quickly accelerating towards a point she could only cry out…
“Aahhh!!!”
There it was, I knew it. I knew my sex pet pretty well by then, and her breathing rhythm was so precise an indicator of her approaching orgasm.
“Okay, my dear,” I smiled to my husband, as he pulled his wet fingers out of Lella’s body: “I think it is due time we offer you a demonstration of what we have been doing the last couple of months. Would you like a show?”
Roberto withdrew with a wide smile to a chair next to the bed, leaving me to deal with our sex toy.
I quickly finished undressing her, pulling down her skirt and getting rid of her blouse until Lella was naked in her stockings, garter and high heels.
Her nice clean skin was a bit pale compared to mine, but her hairy pussy was nicely trimmed according to my instruction, perfectly shaped in a black triangle which contrasted with the white of her belly and upper thighs.
“You got your high, sweetheart,” I grinned, grabbing her hair and pushing her head between my open thighs: “Now it’s my turn… Lick me!”
Lella gladly went down on me, kissing my moist pussy as I closed my legs around her head.
I felt her probing tongue wandering amongst my own curls until it found my labia, and then it slowly opened me, exacting a slow moan directly from the depths of my throat.
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Hmmm…" I groaned, “Yesss! Yes, that’s it little girl… Lick me. Lick me as I thought you… I like it… I like it… Hmmm…”
My lesbian lover tongue-fucked me, relaxing my slit until I opened up completely and started getting more and more wet. Meanwhile, I was slowly playing my clit, while caressing her head with the other hand, my own head relaxed over the pillow.
The combination of my running fluids and of her own saliva was making Lella’s face pretty much wet, and Roberto was clearly enjoying the view of our nasty performance.
I was still quite far from my high, but I was enjoying Lella’s mouth job quite a lot: the girl had been an attentive disciple as I thought her how to please my pussy, and I must admit she was quite better at that than my husband. I red usually women are better at giving head to other women, but I started getting good evidence of that, also considering Roberto claimed to be quite good himself at that… And I had no other experience like that with other men, since Nordic guys are not as much into it as southern Europeans.
I let Lella play with me for quite a while, but in the end I felt like I had to restate my dominant position, so I pulled hard her hair, lifting her face from my pussy. She was quite a mess, all dripping and wet on her chin and cheeks: I loved it.
I rose to face her, and stamped a wet kiss on her juicy mouth, tasting my own body on Lella’s lips.
“Good job, sweetheart,” I smiled, “But now, let’s change position.”
I pushed Lella down and squatted over her head, facing my husband with a wide grin over my face. I clenched my lover’s head between my legs and slowly started fucking her face, enjoying the feeling of her trashing and gasping for air under me…
Soon I felt her tongue slipping again inside me, as my toy resumed her mouth job, and I let go of a long moan of delight: “Aahhh… Yes! Oh, Yes! Yesss…Oh, like that! I like it… I like it… Aahhh…”
I pushed my cunt harder over her face, until she almost chocked, and then I suddenly leaned over her convulsing body, reaching with my head between her nylon-coated legs and pushing my mouth on her black-haired pussy.
Lella moaned loudly under me as my tongue opened her slit and sipped her honey.
My lover produced far more juice than me, fully betraying her slutty nature. I can’t say I came to love the taste of her cunt, but surely I got used to eat her, and she didn’t taste that bad… I mean, I still enjoy men far better, but girls are quite fun too.
I went for her clit, causing her to convulse violently under the abuse, but I knew well she enjoyed that game far less than me, so I quickly reverted back to eating her cunt. But my clever pet got the point and moved her own tongue up to please my clitoris.
“Oohhh…” I groaned happily, “At long last! Lick it! Lick it, you idiot… Oohhh yeah! Yeah! Yeaaaaahhhhhh…!”
I sixty-nined her for at least twenty minutes, sucking her cunt and eating her come, until she managed to push me over the edge with her tongue.
I felt it coming, suddenly powerful and overwhelming, and my whole body shook and convulsed as Lella’s tongue tweaked my suddenly overexcited clitoris.
I raised my face from her cunt and hissed a long “Uuhhh!!!” as I orgasmed on her face.
I went totally blank, as I felt on the crest of the wave of my own orgasm and the power of it washed through my body and my brain…
…And then I fell down, breathless, back on Earth.
As I reopened my eyes, my husband stood in front of me naked and with a full erection in front of my face, a wide grin on his happy face.
I breathed hard, and just gobbled his cockhead into my mouth, closing my cold lips on her root of his shaft.
Roberto played with my short hair as I blew him to his hardest and Lella slowly resumed licking me.
So strange, to shift from a pussy to a cock! Their taste is so different, and still so close to each other… Sour-sweet the one, more salty the other. A fantastic mix! It may sound obvious, but they do go toghether!
I tried again Lella’s pussy, and then again I swallowed Roberto’s cock.
Delicious!
I kept on feasting on my two partners’ sexes, enjoying every sip and bite. If only I could sip some sparkling wine, to accompany the combined taste! I took a mental note to keep a glass of bubble next to me the next time…
Lella’s cunt was open and ready for a cock, and I felt like it was no time to be selfish, not after the climax the girl just gave to me after such a long and good mouth job.
I gave Roberto’s cock a last, wet blow, and then I manoeuvred it into Lella’s cunt with a determined move.
My husband groaned with satisfaction, as his cock slowly entered his cousin, and she yelled with joy from under me: “Hmmm… Oh my God, yes! Yes! Yesss…”
Just under my nose, my loving husband’s cock ploughed into my lesbian lover’s cunt and disappeared inside her belly.
I shivered in excitement, as two opposite jealousy waves washed over me, and vanished away at the same moment. It was me, the one who made it happen; I consumed their unholy conjunction… And enjoyed it. I had nothing to be jealous for.
I saw their pubic hair mixing into a heap of curls of the same colour, enhancing the feeling the two lovers were strictly related.
I darted my tongue in, trying to lick the very junction of their bodies and to follow Roberto’s cock into Lella’s pussy. Suddenly, the tastes of my male and female lovers melted into a single, combined flavour of raw sex.
I heard a muffled growl of pleasure, and I realized it came from my own throat as well as from my partners'.
We were fucking each other, the three of us… There is no other way to say it. It was a threesome, at its maximum extent.
Slowly, Roberto started fucking Lella’s cunt. Her legs opened up to allow his thrusts to better hit home, and he lifted her knees to position himself in the best way to hammer her properly.
I gave a last sip at the junction of their bodies, licking Lella’s clitoris and Roberto’s shaft in one single, long drive, and then I rose back on my knees, still holding my cousin-in-law’s head between my legs.
My husband’s face was now right in front of me, all red for the effort to nail his cousin. We smiled at each other, and we French-kissed open mouth.
Our tongues intertwined and played between our open lips, as we both fucked our sex-toy: Roberto doing her cunt as I did her face.
“I love my birthday present,” he whispered between our teeth.
“Hmmm…” I smiled back, “I’m glad you appreciate it… Because I’m really enjoying it myself!”
Flat under our combined hammering, Lella couldn’t say anything; she just moaned her appreciation.
“Only,” I breathed slowly, “Don’t come inside her… She’s trying to get pregnant, and I don’t want you to be the father.”
He nodded his agreement, and I knew I could trust him on that. She would probably love to knock her down, but not at the price of my rage.
And, if he had to knock down a gal, I had to be the one. Over.
I reached for the junction of their bodies again, and my fingers found Lella’s clit.
I stroke it hard, and she thrashed and tossed under my cunt at the brutal abuse.
She wasn’t to last long: with the other hand, I started playing hard on her tits while Roberto went down on her with all he was worth, slamming her hungry belly like a jackhammer.
“Aahhh! Aahhh! Aahhh! AAAHHHHH!!!” The girl screamed out her devastating orgasm, convulsing under our merciless screw.
I felt her climax shacking her body in waves, as Roberto kept on fucking her relentlessly, until her spasms subsided and she lay in shambles, like lifeless.
Still, Roberto kept on fucking her at a high-pitch tempo, and I realised he was going to come all too soon.
Suddenly he felt it coming, and tossed himself out of his cousin’s belly, aiming at her flat stomach and at my navel.
No idea to waste all that male seed, so I dived on him, just in time to get his first shot of sperm over my face and into my open mouth.
I gobbled his spasming cockhead into my jaws, and the following shots all ended up into my mouth, filling it with hot sperm.
I didn’t swallow. I sucked hard, until I was sure my husband’s balls were empty for the moment, and then I raised my head and tossed around, leaning over my lesbian lover.
Her face was all red and sweaty for the tremendous exertion, her eyes shone in amazement and pleasure, and her lips opened in a wide smile as she met my sight.
I disclosed my lips, and all my husband’s come fell into Lella’s open mouth.
The girl coughed, tossed and blinked, caught by surprise by my sudden move, but the long rope of thick sperm leaked almost completely into her jaws, the rest of it splashing over her nose and cheeks.
All messed up in her face, Lella gagged, coughed and finally swallowed, then she shook her head and bursted into laughing.
“So… Nasty!” she smiled at me joyfully, licking her lips clean of her cousin’s sperm.
I leaned down on her and kissed her dirty mouth clean, until our tongues embraced inside her lips and our breasts splashed into each other in a mess of satisfied female meat.
As I was kissing my lover, I saw with my eye side Roberto cleaning his sticky thing over Lella’s nylon-coated thigh, and then lying on his back next to me to rest while watching at us.
We made love to each other’s mouth until we felt clean of male seed, and we kept on sipping our mixed saliva, rubbing our hot, naked bodies against one another until the excitement started fading away, leaving space to a satisfied fatigue.
When I finally lifted my head, I looked into her happy eyes and smiled.
“Do you think he is finished?” I asked.
Lella shook her head smiling, “I don’t think so.”
“So, help me pulling him back up… It’s still his birthday, isn’t it?”
We rolled over to Roberto, one of us on each side, and just went for his spent cock.
Without even looking into his face, I got hold of his cock and sucked it into my mouth.
It tasted strongly of Lella. Gosh it was strange! A cock that tasted like a pussy! I was really having a gourmet sex session…
I sucked it clean of my lover’s juice, and I soon felt the shaft twitching back to life.
Once again, no reason to be selfish: I let go of the cock and I offered it to Lella, still stroking it with my hand.
Without holding it, my cousin-in-law got it in her mouth until her lips reached my fist, and started blowing.
As Lella was giving head to my husband, I kept on jerking him and meanwhile I leaned with my face between his hairy thighs until I could dart my tongue over his hard-working testicles.
Roberto growled contentedly.
I licked and sucked his balls while pumping his cock hard into Lella’s blowing mouth… What a birthday, my love! He couldn’t complain, could he?
I could feel under my lips and tongue Roberto’s swollen nuts working hard to produce new stuff for the two of us… And I was looking forward to get it all!
I went back with my mouth to my husband’s cock and contested it to my lover in a tongue duel up and down his hardening shaft.
Our two darting pink appendices worked along the hard dick until they met at the very head of it and intertwined in a joyful sapphic wet kiss, before going back down to the real business.
We repeated the game quite a few times, alternating hot lesbian kisses and long, determined mouth jobs over the cock we both were craving for, until it was all nice and hard for us to fuck.
“My turn!” I claimed, striding my man and impaling myself on him.
“Oowww…” I moaned, feeling the cock sliding all inside my starving cunt: “Yesss… Fuck me now! Show me you still prefer your wife to your slutty cousin.”
I felt his hands grabbing my hips firmly, and soon he started bucking into me from underneath at the same rhythm I was pumping myself up and down on him.
His cock was sinking into my pussy with double strength due to our combined and opposite thrusts, and in a matter of seconds I felt it slamming hard into my cervix.
“Aawww!” I yelled in pleasure, “Oh my God, yes! Fuck me. Fuck me harder! I like it… I like it… Aahhh… Aahhh!”
Lella wasn’t going to sit down… Not on the chair at least.
After looking at the two of us taking off with our fucking tempo, our common lover jumped on, strode Roberto’s head and sat on his face, rubbing her sloppy pussy on his upturned face.
As my husband started mouthing her, she was moaning and caressing her breasts right in front of my face.
Without slowing my rhythm, I leaned forward and reached for her nipple with my mouth. I felt it, hard and swollen between my lips, and started sucking it hard.
“Aahhh!” Lella cried out: “Yes! Yesss… Lick me! Suck me! Use my body… Make me come! Make me come again… Oohhh… Oohhh… Oowww!!!”
Lella is a comer. I know it all too well, so I wasn’t surprised as she jerked in orgasm on Roberto’s mouth as I was biting hungrily at her long nipple. She jerked and jumped over his face, screaming out obscenities that a good church-going girl shouldn’t even know, and then she fell down and laid on her back, breathing heavily.
I was so excited by the lewd show: I was so hot, I suddenly felt I was coming too, and it took me as a surprise.
I jerked my head behind and screamed, as Roberto’s hands grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard: “Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaghhh!!!”
I felt my pussy muscles contracting and spasming, chewing my man’s cock with a strength I know to be impossible for a male to resist… So I wasn’t surprised when Roberto rolled me over in the middle of my orgasm, bottomed me flat on my back, raised my naked legs until my booted calves rested on his shoulders, and nailed me down into the mattress with a breathtaking burst of thrusts which left me breathless.
“Now it comes…” He panted, “Now… Now… Nooooowwwww!”
He slammed himself into my belly, and blasted his come straight into my own, still ongoing orgasm.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh…” I hissed breathless, feeling hot jets of come washing my spasming pussy walls as my mind blacked out.
My husband prevented me from fading away into oblivion in the aftermath of my prolonged climax by falling on top of me, exhausted and spent.
I gasped and jerked under his weight, and then I laughed and kissed him wet on his face, trying to pull some more life out of his spent body.
To no avail.
After a short break to gain back my breath, I slipped from under him and reached for my female lover.
She looked as finished as the male one. But hey, she was my sex pet to use and order, so I just summoned her back to life, grabbed her hair and pushed her face into my freshly used pussy.
It was time for Lella to taste her first creampie.
I assumed she would like it: she was the oral sex freak, so she was supposed to love eating her male lover’s come leaking out of her female one’s pussy…
I proved right.
I felt Lella’s tongue probing into my sloppy open cunt and reach the sperm I was filled with; immediately she started licking and sucking like a hungry kitten.
“Aahhh…” I panted, feeling my abused pussy getting over stimulated so roughly: “My God Lella, you’re killing me! It’s too strong… Too strong… Aaugghhhhhh!!!”
I thought it was impossible, but I came again. It was almost painful this time, but I did. I exploded into Lella’s mouth, gushing a mixture of Roberto’s come and my own juices straight on her face, drenching and chocking her so hard that I feared she would sink.
She didn’t die. She coughed, and she resumed eating me and all what was coming out of me, licking me clean of all the sperm Roberto had filled me with.
“I am dead,” I panted. “Go and see if you manage to raise him up another time… I need to rest a second.”
The little nymph raised her cute face at me, smiled happily between my naked thighs, and off she went.
I closed my eyes for a second, trying to gain back full control of my used body.
I heard next to me muffled sounds, the unmistakable noise of a purposeful blowjob and the painful moans from my exhausted husband.
My God, however incredible it was, the evening wasn’t over yet.
I had one last present for my husband, and even if we were both far too tired, I was going to give it to him.
I reopened my eyes and rose on my elbows, looking at the other two.
Lella’s bottom was showing in all its glory, highlighted by her black stockings, suspenders and garter. Her head was bobbing up and down between Roberto’s muscled thighs, as she was blowing him with determined strength.
I smiled at my husband expression, both horrified and delighted at what his deviate cousin was doing to him… And I smiled even more devilish at the sight of Lella’s exposed ass.
I reached for my drawer in the bedside helper, and got hold of my Vaseline dispenser.
I went on my knees behind my crouched and blowing sex toy, and leaned forward to kiss her rounded, full asscheeks.
Lella waved her butt joyfully, not expecting what was going to happen to her.
I licked down the crack of her buttocks to the crispy rim of her asshole, and let go of a glob of saliva over it.
Lella shivered at the new, unexpected sensation. Never before I did something like that to her… I have never been interested into somebody else’s ass. The attentions my man gives to mine is far enough for me. That is, until that very moment.
I poured a liberal amount of Vaseline on my hand, and placed it on the girl’s upturned ass, rubbing it on her sphincter and into it.
Lella jerked, suddenly alarmed by my activities behind her.
Roberto realized what I was up to, and grabbed her head forcing his cock deep into her throat.
The girl chocked on it, gagged by the intrusion of his cockhead, which was now stretching her throat. Forced into this stronger-than expected mouth job, Lella went on with it and deepthroated her cousin without giving more thinking of what I was doing to her.
I slid a finger into her asshole, forcing some Vaseline into it, and at the same time poured more of it on top, greasing the whole area and rubbing the lube around and into her nasty hole.
I looked over, and could see my husband’s cock was back into full shape; weather this was due to his cousin’s oral ministrations or to the view of my activities behind her, I couldn’t say… Probably both.
I smiled: “Well, my love. Here is my final birthday present for you: a cute, warm and ready virgin ass for you to break and thrash as you please!”
Somehow, Lella managed to let go of Roberto’s cock and screamed in horror, “No! No way I’ll do it… I don’t want to!”
I smiled cruelly: “Calm down, sweetheart, you don’t want to spoil the party, do you? You’ve better relax now, or it will hurt you much worse. And I speak out of experience, believe me…”
I dumped a third layer of lube and fingered it into the sphincter rim, rubbing the rest all around to soften up the tender flesh about to be violated.
“Come on, my love,” I called on my husband: “She’s hot and ready for you!”
As fresh as just arrived, Roberto jumped on his feet and came around his moaning cousin, to position himself for the onslaught.
Just as I expected, Lella was making no resistance. She was sobbing her fear, but her submission by now was so complete, that she was ready to surrender her last virginity.
I grabbed Roberto’s thick cock and sucked it into my mouth, coating with a layer of mouth juice, then I rubbed more lube on all of it, with special regard to its flat cockhead.
I kissed him full on his mouth: “Happy birthday, my love. She is yours, now: split her in two!”
Then I positioned his cock myself at Lella’s rear entry, and pushed it hard into her gaping asshole.
Roberto held her tight by her wide hips, and drove in slowly and steadily.
“Aaghhh!” Lella squealed: “My God, it hurts! It hurts badly… You will rip me apart!”
Oh yeah, sweetheart," I grinned: “He will rip you open… And you’ll love it!”
Bewitched, I watched Roberto’s cock pushing into Lella’s asshole, stretching it open and slowly sliding into it…
“Aargghhh!” Lella screamed in agony, “You’re killing me! It burns like hell… Ah! Aahhh!”
…And suddenly the cockhead disappeared into the girl’s body. So easy.
Roberto staid still. It wasn’t the first anal cherry he was popping, and he built up quite some experience… My poor ass knew something about it!
I used really a lot of lube: I knew it wasn’t that bad, and most of all, it wasn’t going to take long. Lella’s ass wasn’t all that tight, and the girl was pretty much relaxed after all her orgasms.
The overstretched tissues got the time to get used to the brutal intrusion, and Roberto started screwing slowly into the lube.
Lella was sobbing: “It burns… It burns… My God, Michele will see it! Please stop, you are hurting me so badly…”
Roberto’s cock sank between Lella’s buttocks for a few centimetres, and then came back and stopped, giving the poor girl some rest.
“It burns… It burns like hell… Mercy…”
Roberto screwed in some more and than came back, but less then before.
“You’re opening my bowels… I must be bleeding…”
“Don’t be stupid, sweetheart,” I laughed: “I’m watching it closely, and you’re not bleeding… You’re just taking it in the ass, like the slut you are.”
Roberto’s cock was more than half way in now.
“Aahhh! I can’t take any more… It burns! You are wrecking me…”
Roberto pushed in some more, and I could see his balls slapping Lella’s wet pussy.
He staid a few seconds, and then he withdrew until the crest of his cockhead rested against the inner rim of her sphincter.
And then he rammed in all the way, impaling her to the hilt.
“AAAAARRGGGHHHHHHHH!!!” the girl shrieked out loudly, feeling badly stabbed by Roberto’s rod.
“Here you are, sweetheart,” I quietly told her: “You’re broken now… It will hurt less and less, and you will soon start liking it.”
I didn’t know that, of course. Not all women manage to enjoy anal sex… I don’t find it all that pleasurable myself, I just enjoy the intimacy and the debauchery to commit such a forbidden thing with the man I love, but I can’t come with it. Clitoridean types hardly can. Vaginal types, on the contrary, can reach the orgasm being penetrated anally, because the cock can stimulate their G-spot from behind. Depending on the individual, some women may get off even stronger if taken anally… And I was betting Lella was one of them.
“Oh my God…” Lella was still sobbing: “Oh my God… You have spoiled me for good! My husband will find out… I am finished… Hmmm…”
Roberto started fucking her, slow and steady. His well lubed cock started pistoning into Lella’s rectum, screwing it open and stimulating its inner walls, which pushed in turn against the back of her vagina. The sphincter was completely stretched open now, and wasn’t really hurting any more.
“How is it, sweetheart?” I asked, “Does it still hurt you so bad?”
“Ouch!” she panted, “Fuck it hurts… It burns… Hmmm… Oh my God, it burns! But… But it burns nice! Oh fuck, it burns and it tickles! Oh! Oohhh… Oh my God! Oh my God! Oohhh… Oh yes! Yes… Yes, fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck meee… Aahhh… Aahhh! Aaaahhhhh!!!”
Roberto started fucking Lella’s ass with growing tempo, screwing her mercilessly as she cursed and screamed, horrified and delighted at once at what was being done to her.
I went in front of her and kissed her full on the open lips, tasting again her watering mouth.
“You’re beautiful…” I whispered, as I caressed her tits.
I met Roberto’s hands there: since she wasn’t resisting anymore, he had left go of her hips and went for her swaying breasts, squeezing them as he ass-fucked her.
Time for me to get my share. I laid in front of Lella, spread my legs open and pushed her face back into my cunt.
I didn’t need to urge her: my pet started eating me all the way, as she was getting sodomized by my husband.
I got eaten at the same rhythm she was getting fucked in the ass, and it was getting so good that I started rubbing my tits and rubbing my nipples hard, feeling my high approaching fast and powerful.
“I am coming…” I panted in disbelief, “I am coming… Ah! Aaaahhhhh…”
I exploded once again, being the first of our final onslaught.
I felt it spark in the very centre of my brain, and then bursting all along my convulsing body, to finally reach my pussy… Which flooded!
I felt my fluids leaving me and drenching Lella’s face, as the orgasm washed through me with overwhelming power.
I was almost fainting, when I heard Lella screaming out loud: “Oh my God I am coming! I am coming hard! I am… AAAWWWWW!!! Yes! Yesss! Aahhh… I feel it! I feel your sperm! It’s filling me! It’s filling meeeeee! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
I could hear my man’s muscles slapping hard against my girlfriend’s asscheeks as he emptied himself into her burning rectum, filling her with the last of his semen and ending up the job he had undertaken so many years before…
When I reopened my eyes, for a moment I couldn’t understand where I was. The light was off, and I was cold. I was still naked, but for my boots, and I laid on the bed in an unusual position, with no sheet nor cover on top. I was spooning my husband, who in turn was spooning his cousin.
They were both naked and sound asleep.
I watched the bedside clock and gasped: it was almost 03.15, and we promised Michele she was going to be home by midnight!
Fuck, the poor guy was going to be really pissed this time… I jumped on my feet and went for the phone. I called him, waking him up and telling Lella and I had quite a party and got pissed drunk… We were at my place, and now we were feeling better: Lella was washing up and would be at home in half an hour.
He growled his agreement and I hung up, then I called a taxi and went to wake my pet up.
I turned on the light, and couldn’t help laughing. There was a reason why they were sleeping in a spooning position: Roberto’s cock was still fully embedded into Lella’s ass, which had closed back on it after its deflation… For sure my cousin-in-law was going to get no troubles at getting sodomized again!
I woke her up and helped to get quickly back into her clothes. I noticed a droplet of come trickling out of her and dripping down along her inner thigh, staining the nylon stockings, but I thought it naughtier not to tell her… She was too sleepy to notice herself, and her hubbie was probably too, so it didn’t really matter.
I just wore the fur coat over my naked body and went downstairs to help my hapless pet into the cab.
When the night taxi came a few minutes later, I placed a note in his hand, telling him the address, and then I hugged my lover and gave her a long, open-mouthed kiss.
The taxi driver gulped, maybe realizing I was naked under my thick coat, and I smiled inside myself, feeling my lover shivering under my arms.
Then I hurried her into the cab and waved goodbye as the car drove away in the night.
I went back upstairs and quickly came back to bed, reaching my sleeping husband. The day after was a Saturday, and we had all the time to rest before making love again…
My sister-in-law and I have always had a good relationship. I’ve found her very attractive since the day I first met her and I believe that she has always felt the same way. Over the years, there have been numerous occasions where we’ve flirted with each other, but we have never acted on anything. I am very happily married, and I’ve never wanted to jeopardize my marriage. My wife has mentioned more than once that she thinks Elise has a thing for me, and she has tried to question me about what I think about Elise, in her own sly way. I always know exactly what she’s getting at, and have never fallen for her tricks. Elise and I have never vocalized any type of feelings. Our flirtations have always been physical; smiles, knowing glances, flirtatious touches, etc. I have fantasized about her while masturbating probably hundreds of times, but I never expected anything to happen between us.
For the past three years or so, Elise has been dating an asshole named Ben. Ben is your typical jock, meathead asshole. He’s always been friendly to my wife Kim and me, but we’ve always suspected that he treated Elise like shit. We both have spoken to her about it, trying to feel her out, but she’s never given us any information. The two of them have broken up at least three or four times since they’d been going out. One of the breakups occurred after I saw him at a bar with another woman. I immediately told Elise and she freaked and dumped him, but got back together with him soon after. Ben is well aware of how Kim and I feel about him, so we have seen very little of them recently, even though we live only about ten minutes from each other. Since they are sisters, Kim has been much more vocal about our opinions of Ben than I have, but Elise knows how I feel as well.
Last Thursday was an ordinary, boring evening. I was home watching the game, and Kim was out with one of her friends. At about ten, the phone rang. I expected it to be Kim, but it was Elise’s name on the caller ID. I waited too long to answer and the machine picked up. I could immediately hear that she was crying, so I picked up the phone. “Jack, don’t tell Kim who it is.” She said immediately.
“She’s not here, Elise. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I asked.
“I broke up with Ben.” She answered.
“What did that asshole do?” I asked. “If he did anything to you, I’ll kill that fucker!”
“No, calm down, it’s not like he hit me or something.” She said.
“Well, whatever, I’ll be right over.” I answered.
I threw on some shoes, and darted out the door. I hopped in the car and flew over to her house in record time. I dashed out of the car and into her house. Elise was curled up on the couch when I entered. She had stopped crying, but had a box of tissues next to her. As I walked into the living room she stood up and greeted me with a big hug. “Thanks for coming, Jack.” She said.
“Don’t worry about it. How are you doing? What happened?” I quizzed her.
“Oh, it’s a long story.” She sighed.
“Well guess what, I have all night, so let’s have it.” I told her.
“We had plans to go out tonight, and I was all dressed and ready to go when he called me. He told me that he was sick and couldn’t go out tonight. I didn’t think anything of it, in fact, I felt bad for him, that son of a bitch. I thought it would be sweet to make him some chicken soup and go and visit him. When I got to his apartment, I could hear music blasting through the door. I still was naïve and didn’t question anything. When I got inside I called out for him, but the music was too loud. I headed back to his bedroom figuring he was resting in there. Well, it turns out that he wasn’t alone. When I walked into his room, there he was fucking some slut!” She elaborated. Elise’s hurt had appeared to become anger as she relayed the story.
“What a schmuck!” I said. “What kind of an asshole would do that to you?”
“I know, I know.” She continued. “I should have known. I knew he’d done it before, but I hoped he’d change. What an idiot I am.”
“Come on Elise, don’t beat yourself up.” I consoled her. “It’s not your fault the guy’s a prick.”
As we talked, she cozied herself up next to me and I put my arm around her. She smelled great, and I was enjoying the close proximity.
She continued on about how she’d wasted her time with Ben and that she would die lonely and on and on.
“Elise, shut up!” I said sternly. “You’re an amazing girl. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re sweet, and you’re beautiful! What guy wouldn’t want you?
“Really? That’s so nice of you to say, but you didn’t have to exaggerate.” She said, smiling.
“I wasn’t exaggerating!” I replied. I really wasn’t. She is very smart and very funny, and probably the nicest person I’d ever met. Like I said, I’ve also always found her extremely attractive. She’s not a striking beauty, I guess, but I’m very fond of her. She’s about 5'9” and 140 lbs. She has short black hair and a fair complexion, and she’s got a great set of large breasts and a tight little ass. She always dressed to impress; showing off all of her assets.
“You’re just saying that to cheer me up, Jack.” She answered.
“No I’m not; I’ve always thought that you’re hot.” I said. I didn’t realize what I was saying until the words came out of my mouth.
Elise smiled and looked at me with a surprised look on her face. “You think I’m hot?” she asked, again smiling.
“Well, yeah, of course.” I said, stammering.
“You’re not so bad yourself!” She told me, in a sexy, suggestive tone.
I smiled and blushed. It was beginning to get uncomfortable. I really wanted her and I had just accidentally told her. Then, she went and told me basically the same thing. ‘I’m sorry Elise; I shouldn’t have said that, maybe I should get going." I said. I stood up as I finished the sentence.
“Get back here!” she said, reaching out her hand. I took her hand and sat back down next to her. “Why are you apologizing?” she asked me. “You think I’ve never noticed the way you look at me? The way you check me out every time I’m near you?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to backpedal, albeit poorly.
“Oh please.” She answered. “We both know we’ve been flirting with each other for the last ten years!”
“Elise, I really think I should go.” I said. This time, I stood up and walked straight for the door. Elise though did the same. She ran in front of me and stood in front of the door.
“You’re not going anywhere!” She snapped. I looked into her eyes, and she looked into mine, and then it happened. She leaned up and kissed me directly on the lips. It felt amazing; she has the softest, sweetest lips! I kissed back for a few moments, but then pulled away.
“Elise, I can’t do this.” I stuttered. “What about Kim? I can’t do this to her!”
“She’ll never know a thing.” She answered. “It’s just one time. We need to do this; we need to relieve this tension that’s always been between us. It’s okay, don’t worry about a thing. It’ll stay between you and me.”
I knew this was wrong. I knew I had to stop, but I wanted her so bad! I’d wanted her for so long, and here was my chance. I wanted to leave, I really did, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t fight the urge. Instead I leaned into her and kissed her. That was it; it was too late to stop now. She kissed right back, her tongue tracing my lips. As we kissed, she pushed me down the hallway to her bedroom. We collapsed together onto the bed. Elise was on top, and as we kissed, my hands found their way down her back to her ass. She was kissing me like I’d never felt. The heat between us was over powering. She broke our kiss, and began kissing my chin and then my neck. As she smothered my neck, she began unbuttoning my shirt. When she was done, she moved down to my chest and my stomach. Her lips and tongue on my stomach was driving me wild. I was afraid that I’d lose it before we even started, so I moved her off of me and onto her back.
Somehow, she still had her sandals on, which I promptly removed. I gave her feet a few seconds of attention, then moved up her body to her lips again. I then followed her cue and began kissing her neck and the top of her chest. She had on a low-cut black and white blouse that allowed me plenty of access to her cleavage. I had to see her breasts though, so I reached down and pulled up her shirt. She leaned up off the bed, allowing me to pull it over her head. I kissed the tops of her breasts, since she still had on a lacy black bra. Even through her bra, I could see that her nipples were standing straight up. I reached down and cupped her breasts as I smothered her neck with kisses. I slowly moved my hands from her breasts, around to the clasp of the bra. I fumbled with it, until she mercifully helped. I tilted my head up from her neck. The bra was still covering her tits. I cupped her breasts again, squeezing the bra into the palms of my hand. I moved my hands away and her huge tits sprang free. They were very large, at least a high C-cup, maybe even a D. She had medium sized light brown nipples. I was surprised to find that her breasts sagged a little. She’s only in her early thirties, so I expected them to be more firm, but they still looked great! I buried my head between them and tweaked her nipples with my fingers. Her chest and neck was beet red from her excitement. Since she is so fair skinned, it was very evident. She was incredibly quiet during all this, letting out only a few low moans.
I moved my lips over on top of her right nipple, flicking my tongue over it as I sucked it into my mouth. When I started nibbling it, she let out another moan. I then switched to her other nipple and did the same. As I played with her nips, she placed her hand on top of my head and pushed me lower down her body. I covered her soft, inviting belly and navel with kisses, swirling my tongue in her belly-button. She giggled as I did that. I knew what she wanted though, and I wanted the same thing. I undid the snap at the top of her tight black dress pants, and then moved back down to her feet. I kissed the bottom of them as I took hold of the bottom of her pant-legs. When she moved her feet away from my mouth, I tugged at the pants. They were surprisingly tight, so I focused my attention on removing them. Elise lifted her ass of the bed, allowing the pants to slide down and off her buns. I threw her pants aside and kissed my way up her legs. She now was wearing only a tiny black pair of panties that appeared to be a thong, even though I couldn’t see her ass. About the time I reached her knees, she placed her foot on my crotch. “Lose the pants!” She said, seductively. I did as I was told and now had on only a pair of boxers. “That’s better!” She answered. Again she placed her foot on my crotch, teasing my dick with her toes. I wasn’t ready for that though. I continued up her thighs, savoring each inch of flesh, until I reached her crotch. I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy. As I kissed around the inside of her thighs, she began to giggle. I looked up at her and smiled, then placed a kiss on her panty-covered pussy. Her panties had a large wet spot right over her pussy. I rolled her over onto her stomach to get a look at her ass. I was right; she was wearing a thong, which showed off her cute little ass. I grabbed onto both cheeks and kissed my way around each. Again, I positioned her onto her back.
I pulled my head up from between her legs and looked at her. I took all of her in, stunned by the fact that I was about to eat my sister in law’s pussy! I had fantasized about this countless times, and here it was, actually happening! I looked at her face and she smiled. “Do it Jack, eat my pussy! I’ve waited for this for so long!” She said. Hearing those words from that voice was it! I placed two fingers under the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down. They clung to her moist pussy as I pulled them off. I was surprised to see a large patch of light-brown hair above her pussy. As I said earlier, she has black hair on her head, and I never knew she dyed it. I looked down at her moist pussy, and ran my tongue over it in one long stroke. Her sweet nectar covered my tongue, and I took a deep breath to absorb her faint sweet scent. I was through teasing and buried my face into her valley. I entered her hole with my tongue and licked as deeply as I could. I began rubbing her nub with my right thumb as I ate her. All of a sudden, Elise became very vocal, crying out as I pleasured her. She started out squirming beneath me slightly, then more and more, eventually pushing her hips into my face. She let out a loud cry and her pussy seeped out a small amount of juice over my lips and tongue, obviously from her orgasm. I licked her a little more, enjoying her sweet tasting juice.
When she regained her composure, Elise took a handful of hair and pulled me up her body. We kissed deeply; my tongue entered her mouth, allowing her a taste of her own juices. I was worn out just from eating her pussy, but I was ready for more. Elise reached down and grabbed my cock through my boxers as I moved onto my back. She pushed the waistband of my boxers down under my cock and started stroking me. Elise broke our kiss and headed down to my dick. She pulled my boxers down the rest of the way and tossed them aside. She continued stroking me as she moved her mouth towards me. She flicked her tongue over the tip, which drove me wild. Then, she did it again, and again, and again. She must have done it ten times! She knew I was going insane from the teasing, but she didn’t seem to care. She was giggling the whole time. Finally, when she leaned back in for what I expected to be another teasing lick, she completely devoured me in her mouth. She was able fit almost all of my eight inches. The warmth of her mouth felt amazing. As she sucked me, she still continued licking the tip of my length, but since I was engulfed in her mouth, it felt even more amazing! I hoped that she didn’t plan on sucking me for long, because I knew I wouldn’t last long. Thankfully she must have been well aware. “I better stop before you fill my mouth!” She said. “Besides, I want to feel you inside me!”
She moved onto the bed next to me. We kissed for a few moments before I climbed on top of her. As I moved onto her, I again took a few seconds to try to absorb what was happening. I didn’t hesitate long though. Elise grabbed my cock and moved it to her pussy. I eased the head into her, and then looked deeply into her eyes as I plunged into her. She let out a loud cry as I entered her. She was incredibly tight. It was a great feeling fucking her tight pussy, feeling her vaginal muscles pulling me deeper into her. We worked up a rhythm, me slamming into her as she pushed her hips up into me. We were both very vocal as we fucked, moaning and groaning with each thrust. She looked so beautiful; a look of pain and bliss as I fucked her, my sister in law. She began crying out as her pussy quivered around me. She wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me into her. I was on the brink as she came all over me. The warmth of her pussy juice over my cock was too much for me to handle. I cried out, “Here it comes Elise, do you want my come?
“Yes, yes, let me have it, Jack. Come in my pussy!” She answered, ecstatically.
I did as she asked, filling her with wave after wave of come. I collapsed on top of her, my cock growing soft, still inside her. As I rolled off of her, my come began oozing out of her lips. As we our bodies became disentangled, we were interrupted.
“You fucking bastards!” The voice cried out. I knew immediately who it was and looked up to see my wife Kim standing in the doorway. “Next time, erase the fucking message, you idiot!” She screamed. I leapt out of bed and ran after her, completely naked. She was too quick though and was already speeding off when I reached the door.
Elise walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my stomach. We just looked at each other. We’d been caught red-handed. My wife had just caught me fucking her sister. How was I going to fix this?
By the time I got dressed and hurried home, my wife had gone to bed. Our bedroom door was locked.
“Kim, let me in, let’s talk about this.” I said.
‘What the fuck is there to talk about?” She asked angrily. “I’ll see you in the morning, maybe.”
I knew I was in deep shit, so I figured I’d just settle in on the couch downstairs and hope that maybe she’d calm down after a night’s sleep, but I doubted it.
The next morning, my wife didn’t even mention what had happened. She went about her day acting as if nothing had changed, but then when it came time for bed, she headed upstairs and locked the door. This went on for three days. I didn’t know what to do. I decided that I’d just let it lie, hoping that at some point things would get better. I was afraid that if I said anything, she would explode.
The next Monday, I was late coming home from work. A lot of things had gone wrong, and I was stuck cleaning up the mess. Even though we hadn’t been speaking much lately, Kim was calling me constantly. She must have called four times to find out when I was coming home. I thought for sure that she was ready to discuss everything, and she was just anxious for me to get home. Finally, at around 10pm, I was ready to head home. I gave Kim a call, like she’d ask, and let her know I’d be home in about ten minutes. When I got home, Kim was nowhere to be found. I figured she must have gone to bed, so I headed upstairs. As I ascended the steps, I heard a strange voice; a man’s voice. Immediately, it hit me. She had been calling me so often because she wanted me to walk in on her with another guy. I have to admit, even though I’d totally screwed her over, I was a little upset with this. As far as I knew, my wife had only been with two other men before me, and none since we’ve been together, so I knew it took a lot to lead her to this. Even though I was pissed, I figured the best thing for me to do was to take my medicine and walk in on them. I continued down the hall until I got to the entrance to our bedroom. The door was wide open, and I quietly walked in. I was stunned by what I saw. My wife was lying on the bed, sandwiched between my best friend Bob, and his wife Anne! I was beyond pissed now. Not just at Kim, but also at Bob. How could that fucker be involved in this? After considering it though, I understood. He was a guy, and my wife was a beautiful woman, why would he pass up easy sex with her? I was also shocked to see Kim kissing Anne. Kim had never been with a woman before! As pissed as I was, I was also intrigued by the scene before me. As Kim broke her kiss with Anne, she made eye contact with me. She looked directly at me, but acted as if she didn’t see me. She just turned her head towards Bob and kissed him. What I wanted to do was leave, but I just couldn’t. I had to watch this. I had always had a thing for Anne, and I wanted to watch her with my wife. My first opportunity, I slid into the closet sneakily so I wouldn’t be spotted.
I was mesmerized watching my beautiful wife with this other couple. Kim is about 5'3 and 130 pounds. She has short blonde, curly hair and a large, inviting ass and average B-cup breasts. Anne on the other hand, is about 5'7", slender, with about the same size tits, and long, flowing blonde hair. Bob is average height, about 5'10" and well-built, but not overly muscular, just fit.
Kim was being very passive in all this. She was just lying on the bed as Bob and Anne took care of her. Up to this point, they had only been kissing, but things soon progressed. As Anne and Kim kissed, Bob moved to the foot of the bed. He removed my wife’s shoes and socks, and then began massaging her feet. In the meantime, Anne had begun unbuttoning Kim’s shirt. By the time she removed it, Bob had moved back up to join them. He reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my wife’s jeans as Anne moved to her feet and pulled them off. Kim now was wearing only a floral blue bra and panty set. Anne began kissing Kim’s legs as Bob removed her bra and started playing with her tits. Kim had a huge smile on her face, obviously enjoying herself. As Bob continued with her tits, Anne had moved between my wife’s legs and was rubbing her pussy through the panties. After a minute or so of teasing, Anne removed Kim’s panties, exposing her hairy pussy. Kim has never been one to shave, and I’ve always enjoyed her full bush. I was fascinated as Anne began eating Kim’s pussy. As Anne ate her pussy, Kim pulled Bob’s cock out of his pants and had begun jerking him off, inches from her face. When Bob was at full length, Kim accepted him into her mouth. On some level, I was really enjoying watching this. I had never imagined my wife letting another woman eat her pussy, let alone sucking on another man’s cock. Kim was squirming all over the bed as Anne played with her pussy, and I could hear all kinds of muffled moans. I could see Anne’s face glistening with Kim’s juices as she licked her way around her pussy. I was a little surprised when Bob moaned out that he was going to come. I would have though he’d want to fuck my wife, but I guess he couldn’t hold out, as I could see his come leaking out of Kim’s mouth. Kim had never been willing to swallow my come, but she licked his cock clean, savoring each drop. Bob rolled off of my wife and lay on the bed, watching his wife and my wife. Anne moved back up towards my wife and kissed her, sharing her husband’s come with my wife
As they kissed, Kim moved Anne onto her back and climbed on top of her. She began kissing the top of Anne’s chest and soon removed her tank-top. Anne hadn’t worn a bra and her tits were now in plain view. Anne had tiny little nipples, which Kim nibbled and sucked on. As she played with her nipples, Kim moved her hand down and unbuttoned Anne’s jeans. She tried pushing them down her legs, but they were too tight. Instead, she pulled away from her tits and moved down to pull them off. She eventually wiggled them down Anne’s legs, leaving Anne lying on the bed with only a pair of silk aqua panties on. I had never known Kim to like feet, but she took her time sucking and nibbling on all ten of Anne’s. She then took her time enjoying Anne’s calves and thighs. Anne was lying motionless the whole time; her eyes closed, obviously savoring Kim’s attention. When she reached her crotch, Kim wasted no time ripping Anne’s panties off. Unlike Kim, Anne had only a blonde landing strip above her pussy. Instead of devouring her pussy, Kim leaned up and kissed Anne on the lips. As they kissed, Kim began fingering her friend’s pussy. Anne’s pussy must have been soaked, because I could hear sloshing noises, even though I was at least ten feet away from them. Kim slowly moved down Anne’s body taking her time with Anne’s tits and then her belly. I was dying to see Kim have her first taste of pussy, but she was taking forever. I think she was nervous. At one point, Anne took hold of Kim’s hand that she had been using to please Anne and moved it to her own mouth. Kim took the hint, and took her own wet fingers into her mouth. Kim still wouldn’t eat her pussy though, instead placing her hand right back between Anne’s legs.
Finally, Anne had had enough. “Please Kim, eat my pussy. I need to get off, and I want you to do it. Please.” She moaned. Kim nodded at her and slowly moved down between her legs. She was still very hesitant, but eventually she relented. She gently placed her tongue on Anne’s button. Very gradually, she started getting more and more into it, until she was fully into it. I was still mesmerized by it all, though by now I had begun jacking off watching them. I was entranced seeing Kim eat another woman’s pussy. She must have been doing a good job because Anne was crying out as she thrust her pussy up into Kim’s face. Kim had gotten accustomed to it and was now lapping at her friend’s pussy like it was a lollipop. Anne yelled out as she came on Kim’s mouth, and then fell back on the bed motionless.
Bob placed his hand on Kim’s face and pulled it towards his. He stuck his tongue out and licked Kim’s lips, tasting his wife’s pussy. Like me, he had been jerking off watching the two of them, and was mow rock-hard.
Kim looked down at his dick and said, “I’ve always wanted to be fucked in the ass!”
Bob looked at Anne and smiled, then said to my wife, “That’s great, Anne would never let me!”
Now, I have tried to get Kim to let me fuck her in the ass numerous times, but she’d always been disgusted by it. Now here she was begging for it from another guy. I knew she was just doing it to get back at me. She took it another step, by kneeling on all fours and looking directly towards the closet. Bob moved behind her and rubbed her pussy with his hands and then rubbed the moisture around my wife’s asshole.
“Oh shit!” Kim cried out as Bob eased into her. Bob’s tool was about 6" long, but was rather skinny, so I figured it was a good “beginner” dick for her ass. As Bob slowly sank into her, Kim was still looking directly towards me, with a look of pain on her face, her veins popping out on her forehead as she struggled to accept him into her virgin ass. Bob was able to get a few inches into her before he pulled back out. Each time he thrust into her, Kim groaned in what looked like a mix of pain and pleasure. Bob fucked her very slowly; I guess because she was so tight. As he was fucking her ass, I blew my load into a pair of her panties that I had pulled out of the hamper. Finally, Kim cried out, “I can’t take it anymore, stop, I can’t do it!”
“I’m almost there, just give me a second!” Bob answered forcefully. Kim began thrusting her ass back into him, trying to bring him to orgasm. It worked, as only a few moments later; he pulled out of her ass and came all over her cheeks.
Kim and Bob fell back on the bed, joined by Anne in a sweaty, entangled mess, their juices covering each other.
A few minutes later, Anne broke the silence, “We better get going. Jack should be home soon, shouldn’t he?”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Kim answered. “We wouldn’t want him to walk in on us!”
“Thanks for inviting us over, Kim.” Bob told her. “We’ve wanted this for a long time.”
“Maybe next time you can get Jack to join us.” Anne chimed in.
“Well see, I don’t know if he could handle it.” Kim giggled.
Bob and Anne dressed hurriedly and kissed Kim goodbye before heading out. When they were out of the room, I emerged from the closet. I sat next to Kim on the bed and we had a much needed talk. We both agreed that our relationship had been changed forever. We’d both been with other people, and there was no way to change that. We both admitted that we had enjoyed it, and that we would like to do it again. We agreed that, at least for the time being, we would try out an open marriage and see how it went. We were both excited by the new opportunities, and agreed that we’d like to do something together the next time as a couple.
That night, Kim let me back into our bed; after I changed the sheets, of course!