0 comments/ 14075 views/ 2 favorites Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 01 By: leBonhomme Readers of chapter 13 of "Daughters and Fathers" will recognize that this is a part of that series, but people get tired of long series, and this can stand alone. A little background for newcomers: Lisbet knows what her husband does with their daughters (without any accusations, since she has begun to sleep with her own father and also to sleep with her brother again, as they did when they were younger). Lisbet is curious about what he does with the two girls and about what the girls do together, becoming curious enough to want to find out. Her old school friend, Randi, is just as curious, and more curious, when Lisbet tells her that she likes to suck her husband's cock, both something Randi has read about in erotic stories. Randi is a not uncommon Norwegian girl's name. This story and the related series are placed in Norway. In the last fifty years, the name is not as popular as it once was, perhaps because more parents have learned English words that aren't taught in school, which just makes Randi's name more appropriate in this context. During the next few weeks, between having sex with Lisbet and their daughters, he heard about the stories and more about Randi. He looked forward to Lisbet's next recital of her afternoon with Randi, now with unabashed descriptions of what they did. The first story she read, lying together with Randi in bed, was about two university roommates, both with boyfriends, but the story was only about what the girls did together. The next time, Randi thought they should read a story that included a man, as Lisbet quoted her: "just to prove that we like them as much." When they read about the girl sucking his cock, Lisbet couldn't help but remark softly that the author - a woman - knew what she was writing about. Randi then asked softly if Lisbet did it. She nodded. "And you let him, ... all the way, ... in your mouth, like in the story?" "Um-hmm, now." "Really?!" "Um-hmm. It tastes strange, like she says in the story." "But you do it?" "Now. We did before last summer, but I didn't want that to happen and always stopped before it did." "But then you did?" "Um-hmm. Oh, it was good, ... not the way it tastes, but that we did, letting him make it so good, like we do. It was so good, not to hold back and change positions, to know that I was making it so good for him, ... and he, for me. ... That's when our second honeymoon started." "Oooh! You make it sound good." "It is." "Lucky." "Um-hmm." Lisbet and Randi met every other Friday and enjoyed their sex together with relish. When one of the stories mentioned arousing assholes, Lisbet admitted that she liked that, and then they did that too. Whenever the stories included a man and the woman sucked his cock, Randi always asked if Lisbet really liked it as much as the woman in the story. She always did. Randi asked timidly once if he knew about them, and was very surprised and a little embarrassed when Lisbet replied: "Oh yes. He thinks it is nice that I - we - know and like what he enjoys so much." "Oh gosh! Really?" "Um-hmm. Why not?" "Hmm? I don't know. Just thought that he wouldn't." The next time that Randi mentioned sucking cocks, Lisbet chuckled and asked: "Are you curious? Want me to lend him to you?" Randi looked very surprised, but didn't shake her head or say no, just changed the subject. That evening at home, Lisbet mentioned Randi's recurring curiosity about cock-sucking. He replied: "If you tell her how much you like it." "Um-hmm." "Hmm?! You want her to find out? You want to lend me to her to try it?" "Hmm. That's what I did ask her. ... She didn't say no." "You really would? You want me to?" "Hmm? I didn't really think about it, when I told her that. ... Would you?" "Hmm! ... If you wanted me to. ... Of course, it would feel good." "Of course! ... You would like her, good figure still." "Like yours." "Better, nice firm breasts." "Hmm? You want me to." "If she does." "Hmm? ... Hmm! ... You'll have to ask her." "And you would?" "What are you going to do? Just watch?" "Hm-hmm! You told me that the girls don't just watch, ... or if one of them does, doesn't 'just watch'." "Hmm? If you want to, if Randi wants to." "If I ask her again ...." The next time Lisbet was with Randi, Randi mentioned cock-sucking without any reference to a story, and Lisbet replied: "If you are curious, you know I like it; want to try it?" "With whom?" "With him. I asked before if you wanted me to lend him to you." "Really?! Are you serious?! You want to let me do that to your husband?" "He said it would feel good." "You told him?!!" "Why not? Had to ask if he would." "Oh God! This is crazy!" "Just a little." "You can say that! ... You really would? He really would?!" "If you wanted to. Told him you are attractive." "Thanks. ... I don't know." "Only one way to find out." "You want me to, want us to?" "If you want to." "Hmm?! ... Oh, I am curious, but with whom? ... You really mean it?" "If you want to." "Oh gosh! I don't know. ... I guess I want to, ... but.... He really would? You would?" "If you want to." "Hmm?! ... Let's talk about this next time." At home in bed, Lisbet answered her husband's question: "She wants to, just can't say yes." "You want us to?" "If she - if you both - want to?" "Hmm?! ... If you want us to. ... Hmm? Can't think of a reason why I shouldn't." "I can't either." Two weeks later, after another weekend of sex with his daughters and Lisbet's nights with her father and brother, Lisbet told him: "She wants to, ... if you still do?" "Hmm? She just changed her mind, told you that she wanted to? Just like that?" "Umm? Not quite; I had to ask her again, and assure her that you did." "Hmm? You really want us to, want me to." "I want her to know how good that is, too." "I hope she thinks it is." "She will; she wants to, and she likes everything else." "I hope so." During the next week, they told the girls that they had been invited to a dinner party the next Friday evening, responding to the girls' smiles with a comment about hoping they would also enjoy themselves. The girls assured them that they would, not suppressing mild smirks. As he and Lisbet were going to bed that evening, he remarked with a smirk: "At least they know how good their evening will be." "Um-hmm, but ours will be, too. I called her today. She wants to serve dinner." "Well, at least we know that will happen." That weekend, Lisbet was visiting her parents as usual, and he and the girls slept together, Saturday night after they returned from dates to just a movie. Friday evening, he and Lisbet dressed more formally and as they departed assured the girls that they wouldn't be home before midnight. As they left the house, he remarked: "I wonder if their friends are waiting around the corner." "You think so? Both of them?" "Maybe, probably; that is what happened the time I visited your parents." "They told you? Well, of course. Both of them?! All in their room?" "Um-hmm, ... but it wasn't an orgy, just two couples in the same room." "Hmm! ... Oh, that's all right, then?" "Better than one of them using our bed, and letting her friend think we're that liberal." "Hmm! As though we aren't." They snorted with wry smirks and drove to Lisbet's place on the other side of town. On the way, he asked: "Are we really going to do this? It's going to be very strange meeting her, knowing what she wants to do." "She thinks so, too. Talked to her again today." "That's two of us. What about you? Just going to watch?" "Hmm? Maybe do what you told about the girls." "Hmm? Does Randi know?" "We haven't talk about that, but it happens in those stories." "So she could think so?" "At least, it wouldn't entirely surprise her." "Hmm?! ... I hope I like her." "You will. She's got a nice pussy, too." "And firm breasts. ... Oh? What does her pussy have to do with it?" "Oh? Well, I always want you then to do it to me, too." "And you want me to?!" "Wouldn't you? She would, if doing it to you arouses her like it does me." "Hmm? But maybe not, if she discovers she doesn't like it." "I doubt that; the girls in the stories all like it, and she knows that I do." "I hope so. And you want me to do it to her, really?" "I guess so; just seems natural. I've been assuming we would do more then just that." "'Just seems natural,' my wife telling me that she want's me to do it to her girlfriend." "Oh, you will want to: nice pussy, smaller, tighter than mine." "Hmm?! I should know that, too?! I've never complained." "But I bet the girls' are, too." "I've never complained." "Hm-hmm! But my brother. Oh, he didn't complain, just mentioned that he remembered that it had been tighter." "Hmm! Of course, when you were a teenager." Then they were at Randi's place. As they rang the doorbell, he muttered: "Going to be strange." Randi opened the door and greeted them. He felt himself blush slightly as they shook hands and thought that she did too. When they were in the living room, all smiling a little self-consciously, she remarked: "I've fixed an oven dinner, so it doesn't matter when we eat." "Good idea," Lisbet replied. He just nodded, wondering if Randi was suggesting or expecting that he would suggest that they do it before eating. Randi gave Lisbet a smile and then glanced at him and said: "Maybe would should have something to drink first, ... to break the ice." "Also a good idea," he agreed immediately. "Beer, wine, aquavit?" "Aquavit for me," he replied. "For me, too," Lisbet agreed, giving him a slight smirk. "Then for me, too," Randi agreed, giving him a more relaxed smile, adding: "please sit down," as she turned to go to the kitchen. She returned from the kitchen with a tablet and three glasses and a frosty bottle. She asked him to open the bottle, which was still sealed, suggesting to him that she had bought it for the evening, anticipating correctly that they all needed something stronger to break the ice. He handed her the bottle for her to pour, their hands touching. Without asking, she poured generous portions in all the glasses. When they had taken them, she offered "skaal," and the others responded, and they all drank. Only Lisbet needed to raise her glass a second time to empty it. As they smiled at each other again, he felt that he finally had to say something, the obvious first: "Thank you for inviting us for dinner. ... Lisbet said that you went to school together." "Yes, but we know each other a lot better now, ... as you know." "Um-hmm. ... I think that is nice." "I'm glad you do. Kind of funny how that happened." "Very, surprised me." "But it was your idea," Lisbet remarked, adding: "Telling me that." "What did you tell her?" "Hmm! ... This is a little embarrassing, ... that she would probably like doing it as much as I do." The women both snorted softly, exchanging glances, and then Lisbet replied: "He was right." "You were," Randi agreed, giving him a wry smile. He suddenly envisaged her lips around his cock, thinking that his wife had been right: that he would like her - and her firm breasts. Was she wearing a bra, did she need to wear one? She wasn't, her nipples evident when she notice that he glanced at them. When his eyes returned to her face, she smiled slightly again and asked: "Anyone want a refill; I do." They all had a slightly smaller second aquavit, saying "skaal" together and drinking, even Lisbet emptying her glass with one gulp. They exchanged more relaxed smiles, all snorting softly. After a moment, Randi repeated: "You were right. ... Thank you for making her curious. ... I was already, ... a little." "From the stories? Lisbet says they are good." "She told you? Yes, very good. The authoress obviously knows what she is writing about." "And writes about it well," Lisbet added. "Um-hmm. We discovered that." Randi and Lisbet exchanged smiles with a nod. "Nice that you were also curious," he remarked. "After reading those stories? Of course, who wouldn't be?" "Unless they had already done everything in the stories," Lisbet remarked, just glancing at him with her eyes. Randi snorted softly, nodding slightly as she gave him a bashful little smile. Again, he felt that they both blushed slightly. She looked back at Lisbet and remarked softly, almost in a whisper: "You have." Lisbet nodded and after a moment replied just as softly: "And you are still curious." Randi's cheeks flushed, but she nodded, then glancing at him. "If you want to," he murmured. He was surprised by his response, but liking it and that the aquavit had helped break the ice. Randi was still blushing, but nodded very slightly, looking in his eyes. He murmured again: "If you want to." Randi snorted and gave a small, wry smile and nodded again, and then snorted more sharply with a broad, wry smile and replied: "I've been wondering for days how I was going to admit that I do." "Me too, how this all was going to be. ... Hm-hmm! Thanks for the aquavit." "I needed it." "Me too." They almost grinned at each other. He didn't need her rubbing her hand over her aroused nipples to call his attention to them. She smiled wryly and murmured: "You were supposed to notice them." "Oh, I did. Lisbet said they are nice and firm." "Hmm?! You told him that?" "That he would like you. Don't you?" Lisbet added, glancing at him." "Oh yes, from the moment you opened the door, just too confused to think about it then." "Me too, 'confused'," Randi agreed softly. They smiled at each other, silent for a moment, as her again aroused nipples caught his eyes, and her eyes dropped down to his lap. Their eyes met again, and they both smiled shyly. After a moment; she murmured: "I said I wanted to." "Um-hmm. I do too." There was a short pause, their lips twitching. He again envisaging hers around his cock, as he wondered how they were going to get from sitting in the living room in their clothes. Then she said softly: "In some of the stories, they start by taking a shower together." "Like we did," Lisbet quickly enjoined. "You didn't tell me that, but a good idea," he agreed. They all nodded slightly, exchanging glances, just the ends of their lips twitching up. After a moment, Randi shrugged and looked at Lisbet, raising her eyebrows and tilting her head towards to her bedroom. Lisbet nodded, glancing at him as she moved her feet to stand up. Randi nodded, and they all stood up. Randi shrugged again with a slightly silly expression. As she gestured towards her bedroom, she murmured: "Funny, strange, ... I guess so." "Um-hmm, rather," he agreed. As he followed her, he adding: "Only if you want to." "I said so," she replied. Then the three of them were in her bedroom, exchanging slightly bemused expressions. It was obvious that Randi in just a dress and panties had less to take off, less than Lisbet's skirt and blouse, and his jacket, shirt and trousers. He shrugged and took off his jacket. Lisbet took it from him and hung it over the chair with obvious familiarity of the surroundings. When she began to loosen her skirt, he began to unbutton his shirt, and Randi reached back and unzipped her dressed, for a moment tightening it over her erect nipples. Then they were less apparent. Lisbet stepped out of her skirt and draped it over his jacket, and he hung his shirt on a corner of the back of the chair. As Lisbet began to unbutton her blouse, Randi kicked off her sandals and with a snort and smirk reached under her dress and pulled down her panties, tossing them on the seat of the chair. He stepped out of his loafers and opened his trousers, smirking slightly at Randi, as he took them off and revealed his jockey shorts. She smirked back, watching him put his trousers on the chair. She had reached up to slip her dress off her shoulders, but waited for Lisbet to take off her blouse. She tossed it on the chair, and reached back to unhook her bra. As it slipped down her arms, he remarked: "Still pretty firm," and sat down on the bed to take off his socks. "Not like Randi's," she replied, giving Randi a smile, as she began to take off her panties. He stood up and began to push down his shorts, waiting for Randi to take off her dress. "Too funny," she murmured in response and let her dress slip off her shoulders. Lisbet didn't see it catch for an instant on Randi's stiff nipples, since she was tossing her underwear on the chair, but he did, smiling at her as he let his shorts drop. She returned his smile, maybe more of a grin, as she stepped out of her dress. If she was blushing, he didn't notice; his eyes focused on her aroused nipples and obviously firm breasts, from the way they moved when she tossed her dress at the chair. His quick glance down at her pubic hair let him appreciate that it let her skin show through it. When he looked back up at Randi's face, he saw her eyes rise and thought that maybe she was blushing a little from his having caught her looking at his cock. As they both smirked slightly, he was glad that it was a little aroused - more for her to see; a suggestion that not just her nipples were responding to what they were doing. He resisted the urge to loosen the skin of his sack from his thighs and remarked: "The first naked girl I've seen since we married." "Just not counting our daughters, ... I hope," Lisbet replied. He blushed slightly, managing to reply: "When they were little, of course. Oh, and when they weren't so little, at the cabin." Randi and Lisbet snorted with nods, Lisbet giving him a wink. Randi didn't notice; her eyes had returned to his cock. Her eyes returned to his, which had been looking at her breasts and patch of pubic hair. When they met, they both smirked again. "Shower," Lisbet reminded them. Under the shower, she handed him the soap and said: "You go first." Obviously, they both didn't need to be washed, so he immediately started with her breasts, and they both snorted, smiling at each other, when he played with her stiff nipples. She chuckled when his soapy hand slid down to her pussy, and spread her thighs to let his fingers slip between them. When his other hand slid down between the cheeks of her ass, she snorted with a slight nod, and when his fingers rubbed her asshole, she gave an only slightly surprised "oooh!" and remarked: "I guess so. Of course, we do, and they do in the stories." "Um-hmm, feels good." "Hmm! Like in the stories, same for both." "Um-hmm." "Now my turn." She took the soap from him and lathered his chest. As she re-soaped her hands, she murmured: "And now. ... Hmm? I can't remember holding one that wasn't ..., well, you know." "Hmm! Standing up?" "Um-hmm," she agreed, glancing up at him with a smirk, as her hands slid down and fondled his cock and balls. His cock began to rise, and she chuckled and remarked: "More like I remember, and looked down, snorting as she watched her hands, then suddenly asking: "Where is Lisbet?" He glanced over her shoulder, giving his wife a grin, and replied: "Sitting on the toilet. Hm-hmm! Hoping or wondering if your doing it right. You are." Lisbet nodded with a grin and held her breast and pussy. As Randi soaped her hands again, she asked: "What's she going to do, ... you know?" "While we are?" "Um-hmm." "It's all her idea. ... Maybe what she's doing now." Randi looked around and snorted, murmuring: "I guess so." Then one of her soapy hands slid down in his crevice, and she murmured: Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 01 "And now for you. Hope she doesn't mind." Lisbet shook her head, as Randi's finger rubbed his asshole. "Oooh! That feels good. No, she shook her head." "That's good. ... I hope I like it." "Not more than I do." She glanced up at him with a smile and murmured: "She said I would." "Um-hmm. ... Rinse?" She nodded with a smile, and they rinsed each other, their hands helping, as they chuckled comfortably. She turned off the water, and Lisbet stood up and held out towels for them. She grinned with them, as they watched them dry themselves, both of them making a demonstration of drying their sex and she, of drying her breasts. Back in the bedroom, they discovered that Lisbet had thrown back the cover made herself comfortable at the head of the bed, her hands again already on her breast and between her thighs. Randi snorted and murmured: "Like in the stories, sit down." He did, and she dropped down on her knees between his. Tentatively, she brought her hand up under his balls, moving them gently for a moment. Then she snorted softly and murmured: "I guess so," and slipped the fingers of her other hand around his almost stiff cock. She glanced up at him, and he nodded with slight smile. She glanced down at his cock again and said: "Tell me if I am doing it right." "You will, ... can't do it wrong, ... like you read in the stories." "Um-hmm, they are right," Lisbet agreed. Randi gave her a brief, wry smile, and then lowered her head. He felt her lips brush the head of his cock, and then felt her tongue lick over it, and then that it explored around it. His cock began to rise. Randi chuckled softly, and her tongue circled the head of his cock, until he felt her lips around it. "Mmmm! Um-hmm!" he encouraged her, and her lips slipped down to enclose it. "Mmmm! Nice and warm," he murmured, and she lowered her head and sucked his cock deeper in her mouth, and her tongue found the sensitive little ridge of skin behind the head of his cock, making it twitch. "Uhnn! Like that! You're doing it just right!" he responded. Randi chuckled in her throat, and Lisbet murmured: "Like in the stories." He glanced over and gave his wife a smile and snorted at seeing that her fingers were rubbing her pussy. She smirked with a nod, and they both returned to watching Randi, who didn't need any more encouragement; experimenting with everything she could do: bobbing her head, licking and sucking, as her fingers fondled his balls, and those of her other hand held and moved on his cock, making him moan with delight. "Uhn-hnnn," Randi responded, and sucked harder. "Oooh! Not so hard, sucking," he murmured, and she nodded. Then she was doing it as good as Lisbet, Britta or Maren did, as good as it could be, making his cock surge and twitch. Randi hummed at her success. He could feel that her fingers were just clutched around his tight sack. Then she raised her head and smiled at him and murmured: "Good, I like doing it." "Not more than I do. You are doing it just perfect, and right to let me recover a little." "Hm-hmm! Like in the stories." "Scratch and stretch his sack, ... like in the stories," Lisbet advised. He and Randi glanced at her, seeing that her hand deep between her thighs. Randi snorted and remarked: "Oh, good, that you are also enjoying yourself." "Trying to, but not as good as you're going to make it for him." They all snorted, and Randi stretched his sack until she could move his balls again, smiling at him. Then she murmured: "Now the real test if I like it," and her lips slipped back down around his cock. He murmured: "I hope so," and she nodded as she began again to suck and lick. He tried to relax, to hold back his rising orgasm, as he moaned softly. Then his hips began to rock. He wanted to grasp her head and urge her to move it faster, but didn't. When he felt that he couldn't hold back any longer, he murmured: "Soon. ... Very soon!" She nodded with an "Uhn-hnn!" His hips rocked harder, thrusting his cock in her mouth, and with a grunt, he spurted. Randi gave a sharp moan in response, holding her head still. "Don't stop!" Lisbet commanded, as he spurted again. Randi's head began to bob again, and he spurted a few more times. Then he had to hold her head still. She drew it back a little, and he felt her tongue moving his thick semen, having to moan softly at the almost painful further sensation on his cock. "God, that was good! You did it just perfect, as good as it could be." Randi nodded with a hum, and then raised her head slowly, her lips closed around his cock to keep his semen from leaking. The head of his cock slipped from between them, and she looked up at him with close-lipped smile, and he saw her swallow. She nodded and snorted, and then said: "Oh, it really does taste strange, but it was so arousing to know it was being so for you." "Like I told you," Lisbet remarked. "Um-hmm, very! ... Hmm? ... I never thought about having to make it good for him - whomever - before. You know, really doing it." "Like boys don't think about having to make it good for girls," he replied. "Hmm? Um-hmm." Come, I want to kiss you." He reached down and urged her to rise on her knees. Randi gave Lisbet a questioning glance. She nodded with a smile. He didn't just give her a kiss; she responded eagerly, their tongues caressing, first in her mouth and then in his. He drew her with him as he lay back on the bed, continuing to kiss. She retrieved her tongue and murmured: "That was arousing." "Like when I do it, ... arousing for me." "Hm-hmm! Really?" "Of course." "Hm-hmm. I like that. I was, I am." "I want to find out." He was glad that Lisbet had anticipated that he would want to lick Randi's pussy and that she would be wanting him to. Randi, however glanced over at her and asked softly: "Is that all right?" "Of course. I told him that I always want him to, then, and that you deserved it." "Really? All right?" "Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! I told him that your pussy was probably nicer than mine." "You did?! That too?! You want us to?!" "Don't you?" "Hmm!" Randi nodded with a grin and turned her head back to his and kissed him, holding his head, then murmuring with a chuckle: "If she wants us to." "I do, but first I want to suck your firm breasts." "Hm-hm-hmm! Please!" She drew her knees up beside him on the bed and let his hands on her ass move her up over him, shifting her shoulders to offer him one of her nipples. Her breast was firm, not flattening as she pressed it to his mouth. As he sucked and nibbled, she moaned in appreciation, and chuckled, when his fingers rubbed the base of her spine. When she offered him her other breast, and his fingers then crept closer to her asshole, she snorted and murmured: "Like in the stories," "Uhn-hnn" he agreed, as he sucked and licked, pleased that she accepted and apparently liked that, too. For a few moments, he enjoyed her nipple - and let her enjoy it. She was making pleased sounding little moans. Then his hands urged her to move up on him. She immediately did, extending her hands past his head and sliding up his body. As she slid her hips up over his face, he wondered if she and Lisbet also did it that way, or whether she was doing what she had read about in the stories. Whatever? She was eager to let him lick her pussy, and he was eager to discover what Lisbet thought was a nicer pussy than her own. As his tongue explored it, he politely thought that it wasn't any nicer than his wife's; every pussy was nice, when he could do this, but it was more like Britta's and Maren's young pussies. If that was what Lisbet meant, she was right, but they all tasted equally good, and it was delightful to taste Randi's, to find that it was already so moist from her arousal at sucking his cock and having him suck her nipples. Neither of them noticed that Lisbet had slipped off the bed while Randi was moving, who had dropped her head down to watch him lick her pussy. He was, therefore, surprised to feel her hands on his knees, urging them apart, but only for a moment, recalling that he had told her what happened when he was with both their daughters. As her hands and then her mouth found his cock, he concentrated on trying to make it good for Randi. When he opened his eyes and looked up at her, she smiled slightly with warm "um-hmmmm!" He nodded slightly and moved his tongue faster on her clitoris. "Uhn-hnnn!" she responded more strongly, her eyes closing. His tongue slipped back to taste more of her moisture and explore in her opening, which she also appreciated with a moan. Her hole was really more like those of his daughters. And her other one? She had read about it. His tongue slipped out and over the firm little ridge behind it. She didn't resist, when his hands urged her to move her hips to let it slip further, but when his tongue found her asshole, she did response in surprise: "Oooh! Like that, ... too?" but she let his tongue probe, and then chuckled and murmured: "If you like it, I do." He nodded, and for a few moments they both enjoyed feeling it tighten and relax as his tongue probed. His cock was stiff and twitching in his wife's mouth, when his tongue returned to Randi's pussy. He wondered what she wanted to do and when Randi would notice that she wasn't still on the bed. He tried to distract her from thinking about anything except what he was doing, suddenly recognizing that her clitoris was larger than the other three he knew, and she loved what his tongue was doing, moaning with delight. But he was curious about what Lisbet wanted to do, and didn't want Randi to come before he found out. When his tongue returned to her opening, she didn't complain, agreeing: "Um-hmm, do that." Nice, good, he thought, she wasn't in a hurry, wanting to enjoy this as long as he did. When was the last time she had been with a man? Would they really do it together? Lisbet had seemed to think so, telling him that her pussy was tighter than hers. Well, now he knew that, from where his tongue was - and deeper in it? As tight as Britta's and Maren's? What did Lisbet want to do? His cock slipped out of her mouth, and her hands pressed down on his thighs. Then he felt one of her knees slid over his leg, and then the other one, and the mattress moved. As she moved up over his cock, Randi sat up in surprise, turning her head, first to see that Lisbet wasn't where she had been, and then back to see where she was. She gasped slightly and exclaimed softly: "Oh! That too?!" Lisbet nodded with a smirk, holding his cock back to guide it into her pussy, and murmured: "Like in a couple of the stories." "Hmm!! I guess so. ... He's your husband." His hands raised Randi's hips up, and he hummed, remarking: "I've got to read those stories." The women snorted, and Lisbet sank down on his cock with a sigh, and he raised his head to return to licking Randi's pussy. As she lowered her hips, and his head returned to the mattress, their eyes met, and she smiled wryly. As he closed his eyes and returned to arousing her, it occurred to him that his wife's pussy really wasn't as tight as those of their daughters, and wondered how tight Randi's was. But that didn't matter, not the way she was rocking her hips on his cock. When Randi snorted unexpectedly, he opened his eyes and saw that Lisbet was holding Randi's breasts and arousing her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. Randi hummed and murmured: "Anything you want. God, this is a lot more than I expected." He nodded, and Lisbet replied: "Than I did, too, but a lot better than just watching." "Not just for you! ... But for you too, I hope." "And better than just reading about it like this." "Hmm! For sure!" Randi encouraged Lisbet's hands on her breasts; and he stopped listening and began to lick and nibble again; and Lisbet resumed rocking her hips. With encouraging moans, they all did what they could to arouse each other and themselves. Then Randi's moans became more aroused and she exclaimed: "Oh God! Yes!" as her thighs and pelvis twitched. As Randi's body convulsed, Lisbet leaned forward and held her to her breasts. Randi's pussy flooded his face, as she whimpered like a pained child. Finally, she pulled Lisbet's hands from her breasts and dropped forward and rolled off his face with a gasp and long moan. Lisbet immediately dropped down over him, raising her hips as she demanded in a whisper: "Suck, fuck me!" She crushed one of her less firm breasts against his mouth, but her stiff nipple was larger than Randi's, and he sucked and rocked his hips up against hers. The slapping of their hips together made Randi open her eyes, and she remarked: "Oh! God, yes! Do it, ... good!" They did, with all the experience of years together - maybe more, from their more arousing summer. Lisbet gasped and moaned, as her pussy clutched his pounding cock. Then she was devouring his mouth, and they came together with pure animal sounds. Lisbet collapsed on him, still moaning and panting, as he caught his breath with deep gasps, raising her with his stomach. As they started to recover, Randi murmured: "God, it was never like that!" No one spoke for another minute. When his cock slipped out, Lisbet snorted and raised her head, giving Randi a wry smile, and remarked softly: "It isn't always with us either, but more often now, ... thank goodness." He nodded, and she kissed him. Randi nodded and then murmured: "Lucky! ... Hmm?! It's been better with you than back when, with boys - of course - but also later." "Maybe, if you do that with them." "Hmm?! I would hope so, ... but there isn't any them or him." "Maybe ..." he murmured, thinking that it would be nice - good, fun? - to try to make it that good for Randi - in her tighter pussy. He suddenly recognized that Lisbet knew from having her fingers in it – of course – but also in her own pussy. When, after the girls were born, when he wasn't at home? Or had she and Randi played with having their fingers in their own pussies and not just in each others? Lisbet snorted, as though she had understood his "maybe" and said: "Maybe this doesn't have be the only time we do this." "Hmm?! You mean it?! ... I mean, ... we've already done a lot more than I ever expected!" "Maybe," he murmured, then adding: "also a lot more than I expected." "Than I did, too," Lisbet agreed. He snorted, wondering if that was really true, but quite pleased with her suggestion that they might repeat the evening, then thinking that she also liked the idea - else she wouldn't have suggested it. Randi also had snorted, looking at them, Lisbet still lying on him, and muttered: "For sure, I never saw anyone doing do that." "I haven't either," Lisbet agreed, but smirked at him. "I certainly haven't either, he agreed. "Hmm! I should hope not," Randi remarked with a wry smile. "Haven't seen what you two do either," he lied. Lisbet's stomach tightened sharply as she responded: "Hmm! I certainly hope not!" "Hmm! Not much to see," Randi remark with a slight smile, adding: "Besides, that isn't why you're here. Dinner?" "That is what we're here for, ... at least, that is what we told the girls," he replied. "Oh, what are they doing?" Lisbet snorted and said: "If we know them right, not having dinner with their boyfriends. Wash a little?" The others agreed, and he helped her sit up. With broad smirks, they went to the bathroom. As Randi was handing them washcloths, he raised the lid and ring of the toilet, murmuring: "If you don't mind?" "Hmm! I guess not. Now I have to, too." As the women waited for him to use it, they exchanged wry smiles. Then Randi used it, while he washed, and then Lisbet. They waited for her to wash and then returned to the bedroom. As Randi reached for her panties, he and Lisbet exchanged questioning glances, and he nodded for her to say something. She snorted with a nod and said: "At home - when the girls aren't there - sometimes we just stay this way for supper." "Hmm?! Oh, after ..., like this?" "Um-hmm." "Hmmm? You must enjoy yourselves. But you're going home after dinner." "We promised the girls that we wouldn't be home before midnight." "Oh. ... Oh! This is all too funny! You really want to eat like this? Oh? And you think ...?" "After dinner? We would at home," he replied. "Again?" "Probably," Lisbet replied, adding: "But only if you want to." "Oh gosh! Hm-hm-hmm! This sure is a lot different than I expected! ... Not that I really knew how I was expecting it to be." "Nor did I," he agreed: "... but a lot better." "Oh, for sure. ... Hmm? If you want to." They nodded slightly, and Randi did with puzzled smile. When they returned to the living room, she snorted and remarked: "Oh, this feels strange, being in here like this, ... and then with company." She saw their glasses and the bottle and asked: "Another drink? The aquavit won't be so cold." "Cold enough," he replied, as Lisbet nodded. Randi poured normal portions. Still standing, they raised their glass and all said "skaal" and drank. When they exchanged smiles afterwards, their eyes dropped to enjoy each other's nudity. Randi's nipples popped out, and she snorted with wry smile and rubbed her forearm over them. "Nice," he remarked with a slight smile and nod, adding: "This is the best dinner party I've been to." "Hmm?! You haven't tasted the dinner yet. I hope it will be good." "But already tasted something else good." "Hmm! Hm-hmm! Me too!" she agreed with a grin and collected their glasses. They followed her to the small kitchen. She suggested that he could open the bottle of wine and turned to the oven. Lisbet found the corkscrew for him, and then rubbed his ass behind Randi's back. When they sat down to eat, Randi's nipples again popped out, as they looked at each other. This time she just smirked slightly and offered to serve them. After their first couple of bites, he and Lisbet praised her cooking. Then she raised her glass and said: "I'm glad you like it. Skaal." They responded. As they were putting down their glasses, she murmured: "This is the also the best dinner party I have been to, ... even if it is my own." The others nodded with smiles, and they ate in silence for a few moments. Then Randi snorted and asked: "And the girls, ... you think ...?" "They're doing what we are," he finished her sentence. "Hmm? Sure isn't like when we were that age. At least, I hope my parents didn't assume I was." "Nor mine," Lisbet agreed. He touched her foot under the table and then remarked: "Nor mine, but maybe they all did, ... some of them, at least." They all nodded, and Lisbet touched his foot in return. They returned to eating, and he asked Randi about herself, She seemed pleased with the change of subject and told about being an au pair in England and then studying in Oslo, and then about her work. Despite her repeated offer, no one took a second helping. She insisted that they remain seated while she cleared the table and served dessert. He refilled their wine glasses, emptying the bottle. While she was in the kitchen, Lisbet smirked and raised her glass to him with a silent skaal, and they drank, exchanging grins as they set down their glasses. Randi returned, and they enjoyed their dessert. When they had finished, he raised his glass and thanked her for the dinner, and they all drank, emptying their glasses. They exchanged glances in silence, a longer silence. Then Randi glanced at the wall clock and said quietly: "You can't go home yet; what would you like to do?" If her nipples hadn't popped out again, he thought that he would have let his wife reply. But they did. He smiled slightly and remarked: Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 01 "Maybe just take a nap. ... Oh, or you two can show me what you like to do." He thought Randi blushed slightly, for sure, her nipples were aroused. Lisbet sniffed with a slight smile and replied softly: "That's one idea." Randi looked at her with a questioning expression and after a moment asked: "The nap, ... or ...?" "We could call it a nap, ... but I was thinking more of the 'or'," Lisbet replied softly. Randi's eyes glanced over at him, and he nodded slightly. She snorted softly and asked: "And what are you going to do?" "My turn to just watch." Lisbet's foot touched his. He wondered if Randi's nipples has popped out again, or whether they had been stiff since before. She glanced down at them and snorted and whispered: "I guess so," and looked up at Lisbet and asked less softly: "If you want to?" Lisbet nodded with small smile. Randi smiled a little sheepishly, glancing at both of them, and said: "I can clean up later." They all smiled and got up from the table. As they returned to the bedroom, he followed the women. Randi murmured: "This is going to feel funny." "Not as much as before," Lisbet replied. "Hmm! I guess not." "Just forget him." "Hmm?" Neither of the women looked back at him as they got on the bed together. He watched them curl up together with obviously practiced experience, recalling watching his daughters do the same, then snorting silently as he remembered telling Randi that he hadn't seen two women that way. Maybe Randi was a little hesitant about starting to lick Lisbet's pussy, but when she immediately drew Randi's hips closer, then Randi's hand slid around Lisbet's hip, and their faces were hidden between each other's thighs. When he heard their muffled hums, he wondered if they really could enjoy doing it better than he did, maybe do it better, since they knew how it felt. He stood next to the bed, unconsciously fondling his soft cock and balls, wondering how long they would take to give each other orgasms. More from watching them than from his fondling, his cock began to grow. Then Lisbet drew her thigh up past Randi's shoulder. He considered going around the bed to watch her lick his wife's pussy, hesitating, for fear of disturbing her, if she saw him. Then Randi also drew her thigh up, and he could see his wife's face and busy tongue. Her eyes were closed, but he felt that she would have no problem with discovering that he was watching. His cock stiffened, and his hand automatically began to move on it a little. Then Lisbet's eyes opened. She raised her eyebrows and seemed to chuckle silently. Her eyes closed again, and for a few moments her tongue was busy on Randi's clitoris, Then her eyes opened again, and she moved her head forward to probe in Randi's hole. She raised her eyebrows again and lifted her hand and moved it further around Randi's hip, but when she raised it, she beckoned to him. Did she want him to join them? Want him to fuck Randi?! He had told her about doing it that way with the girls. Did she really want him to?! His cock wanted to, and Lisbet had told him that Randi's pussy was tighter than hers - because she had anticipated that maybe there would be an opportunity for him to? Randi would be very surprised. Or had she read about it in one of the stories? But still very surprised. Lisbet raised her eyebrows again, and then her tongue returned to Randi's clitoris - to leave her vagina free for his cock? Only one way to find out. If Lisbet wanted him to, her problem to explain to Randi. When the mattress move, as he began to get on the bed behind Randi, she murmured "Oh!" When she realized that he was lying down behind her, she muttered: "What are you doing!" "Too good to just watch," he murmured, curling up behind her and then sliding his hand between their legs and finding her breast, as his cock brushed down in her crevice. When she repeated her question more emphatically. He was relieved that Lisbet murmured: "Just let him." "Let him do what?! "Enjoy himself, too, ... help you enjoy yourself." "Like that? Like this? ... You want him to?!" "Um-hmm, why not? We have already." "Hmm? Really? This is unreal, ... only happens in a couple of those stories." "That's nice; then it probably was good." "Hmm?! Yes, ... but you want him to?" Lisbet's hand reached past Randi's hip and drew his hip closer, his cock sliding closer to her pussy. Lisbet snorted and replied: "So I can find out how good it is another time." "Another time? ... This is crazy!" He squeezed her breast and moved to push his cock closer to her pussy, close enough for his wife to lick it and direct it to Randi's opening. Involuntarily, she rocked her hips back, and the head of his cock slipped into her tight slippery hole. She gave soft, sharp "Uhn!" but held still, as he moved again and pushed it deeper in her, making them both moan softly. "Oh, gosh! I guess so," she murmured. Her pussy clutched tighter around his cock, and it twitched in response. When Lisbet began to lick her pussy, Randi snorted and drew Lisbet's hips closer again. Lisbet rubbed his hip. As the women returned to arousing each other, he made a final move to curl his hips closer behind Randi's and push his cock as deep in her pussy as he could. Then it was for him like the many times with his daughters, except that it was his wife who was occasionally licking his cock where it disappeared in Randi's pussy, that squeezed his cock and made it twitch, as his fingers pinched her stiff nipple. When Lisbet moaned with a nod of her head, he raised his and saw that Randi was rubbing her asshole, and then Lisbet's fingers found his. After a few moments, Lisbet gave a sharper moan, and then her finger probed in his asshole, not just probing, his asshole clutching it, as his cock surged, and Randi's pussy tightened in response. The women's tongues were making wet noises, and then he couldn't hold his hips still. As he began to fuck, Lisbet's hand encouraged him. Randi gave a pulsing moan: "Uhn-uhn-uhn!" as her pussy pulsed tightly on his thrusting cock. A few strokes later, he was delighted and pleased to feel her body convulse and her pussy flood his cock and balls, and then delighted and relieved as he spurted, not as strongly as he had in her mouth, but several times, as her body spasmed, and they both groaned. His wife had moaned in empathy. She rubbed his hip, as Randi recovered with moaning sighs. As they continued to sigh, it was clear that she wasn't going to return to arousing Lisbet. Lisbet patted his ass and rolled back. He reached passed Randi and fondle her breast. She put her hand on his and squeezed it. Randi's breathing returned to normal and after a few moments, she murmured: "Oh God, that was good! Too good! ... I just couldn't continue; sorry, Lisbet." "Hmm! Maybe I shouldn't have suggested it, ... but it was good before dinner for me, good enough not to need it now." "You suggested it?" Randi asked. He nodded and found her breast again, replying: "She sort of beckoned for me to join you, ... and I wanted to." "Hmm! ... Do I say thank you? Thank you both. ... Hm-hmm! 'Another time,' if you want." "But not tonight," he remarked and rolled back, his shrunken cock slipping out of her pussy. They all snorted, and Randi rolled back, lying half on him, and reached down and fondled his cock, snorting again and remarking: "All wet. God, that was good; thank you." "And you; takes two, ... or three, to do that," he replied, fondling her breast. When he and Randi had rolled back, Lisbet's hand had slid onto Randi's thigh. Her fingers slid onto the soft skin near her pussy, rubbing a little. Randi chuckled and murmured: "Enough; I know what can happen when you do that." "Um-hmm," Lisbet agreed cheerfully and held her fingers still, then adding: "Next time - like this - I'll try to make you come before we two do." "Hm-hmm?! You really mean it; we want to do this again?" "Of course, if you do." "Can't think of anything nicer," he agreed, squeezing Randi's breast. "Hmm? ... You two! ... we three!" "Um-hmm," the others agreed. Lisbet's fingers stroked closer to Randi's pussy, making her thigh twitch, as she repeating: "'We three'." Randi's hand fondled his cock again, and she snorted and murmured: "And I thought the stories were just her fantasies about what could be possible." "Me too," Lisbet agree." He thought his wife was just being polite, since she knew too well what he did with their daughters - why they were there with Randi, not just for Randi, so for her too. He replied: "What you girls read! But I'm glad you did, or we wouldn't be here." "Be here, lying in bed, and me fondling you," Randi responded, with her fingers, too, as she added: Hmm?! Can't remember that I used to do that." "Feels nice, ... just right." "And we're really going to do this again?" "I hope so," both he and Lisbet replied. "Me too," Randi murmured. They got up and washed again, after taking turns using the toilet. It was still too early for them to return home, so Lisbet suggested that they all help clean up. They immediately went to the dinner table, then exchanged slight smirks at their tacit agreement not to get dressed. They cleared the table and then cleaned up, all of them occasionally rubbing one another's ass, and exchanging smiles and soft um-hmms. When they had finished, it was late enough for them to leave, and they all returned to the bedroom. As he and Lisbet started to get dressed, Randi reached for her dress, but then snorted and remarked: "I don't have to. I'm beginning to like going nude." They smiled with nods, but then. when he was pulling up his trousers, her nipples popped out, and she snorted as she put her hands on them, murmuring with little wry smile: "But kind of funny, ... like this." "But lovely," he replied, smiling as his eyes took her in. She sniffed and lowered her hands, returning his smile, and then asked tentatively: "If you mean it, when?" "Next Friday, in two weeks?" Lisbet replied. "What are you going to tell the girls?" "Hmm! Not that we want to do what they might want to do," he replied. "We'll think of something. ... Oh, we can say that another couple at your dinner party invited us to play cards." "They won't be very curious, just pleased that we go out again," he suggested. "Hmm! I guess so, if you know that they have their friends there. ... Oh, both of them? Don't they share a room?" "Um-hmm," he replied with a nod, but we don't ask." "Hmm?!" "Just not in our bed," Lisbet added. They all snickered, and Randi said: "Then in two weeks?" and smiled. "Yes, thank you. You don't have to go to so much trouble with dinner. Oh, I'll bring a potato salad and some cold meat, so you don't have to do anything." "That would be nice, thank you." Then they were at the front door, about to shake hands, but hesitating, and Randi's nipples had popped out again. He smiled and murmured: "I want to kiss you." His arm went around her side and drew her closer. She turned her face up and they kissed, kissed for a little longer and much better than just to say goodbye. When they separated, Lisbet smirked slightly and said: "I do too." For just a moment, Randi looked a little surprised, but then embraced Lisbet, and they shared an equally good kiss. They all snorted slightly, and then said the appropriate Norwegian expression: "Thank you for the evening." In the car, Lisbet snorted and remarked: "I sure didn't expect it would be like that!" "You didn't?! What did you think I expected?" "But you liked it, ... and liked her?" "Hm-hm-hmm! I'm glad you anticipated that I would. Hm-hmm! And told me about her firm breasts and tight pussy." "Um-hmmm! But I really didn't expect that you would get to find out about her pussy." "Just encouraged me, when it looked like I could." "Um-hmm!" she responded cheerfully. She put her hand on his thigh, and they chuckled. When it moved up his thigh, he murmured: "Not while I'm driving, ... and not tonight." She took her hand away, and they soon arrived home. When they entered the living room, they found Britta and Maren clearing drinks from the coffee table, very surprised to see that they were both naked. "There you are already," one of them remarked, unconcerned about her appearance, but then gasping and adding: "Oh gosh!" as she blushed. Her sister also blushed, but they both had their hands full and couldn't cover themselves. They turned and rushed to the kitchen. He and Lisbet exchanged smirks. She replied: "Yes, here we are. Hmm! Must have been good." The girls just snickered in the kitchen. He snickered and said: "Want us to stay here and wait for you to go to bed, or should we disappear?" "Disappear!" the girls replied together. "Good night, then." "Good night," they replied, and their mother responded. Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 02 Lisbet and her husband had put on their clothes again after their evening with Randi, who was still naked. At the front door, about to shake hands, Randi's nipples popped out again. He smiled and murmured: "I want to kiss you." His arm went around Randi's naked body and drew her breasts against his jacket. She turned her face up and they kissed, kissed for a little longer and much better than just to say goodbye. When they separated, Lisbet smirked slightly and said: "I do too." For just a moment, Randi looked a little surprised, but then embraced Lisbet, and they shared an equally good kiss. They all smiled and then said the usual Norwegian expression: "Thank you for the evening," all chuckling with smirks at the understatement. In the car, Lisbet snorted and remarked: "I sure didn't expect it would be like that!" "You didn't?! What did you think I expected?" "But you liked it, ... and liked her?" "Hm-hm-hmm! I'm glad you anticipated that I would. Hm-hmm! And told me about her firm breasts and tight pussy." "Um-hmmm! But I really didn't expect that you would get to find out about her pussy." "Just encouraged me, when it looked like I could." "Um-hmm!" she responded cheerfully. She put her hand on his thigh, and they chuckled. When it moved up his thigh, he murmured: "Not while I'm driving, ... and not tonight." She took her hand away, and they soon arrived home. When they entered the living room, they found Britta and Maren clearing drinks from the coffee table, very surprised to see that they were both naked. "There you are already," one of them remarked, unconcerned about her appearance, but then gasping and adding: "Oh gosh!" as she blushed. Her sister also blushed, but they both had their hands full and couldn't cover themselves. They turned and rushed to the kitchen. He and Lisbet exchanged smirks. She replied: "Yes, here we are. Hmm! Must have been good." The girls just snickered in the kitchen. He snickered and said: "Want us to stay here and wait for you to go to bed, or should we disappear?" "Disappear!" the girls replied together. "Good night, then." "Good night," they replied, and their mother responded. With audible chuckles, they went to their bedroom, hearing the girls accuse each other for not having gottrn dressed. When they had closed the bedroom door, Lisbet grinned and remarked softly: "Like Randi." "Um-hmm. ... Hm-hmm! Nice firm breasts." "Hmm! You would know." They smirked at each other and went to bed and to sleep. In the morning, however, they both wanted to do the only thing they hadn't done the night before, and curled up with their heads on the other's thigh. The following weekend, while Lisbet visited her parents, he chided the girls about their having been naked and asked them how their evening had been. They snickered and asked if he really wanted to know. They were still in bed after Friday night together. He nodded with a grin. They had already spent one evening together with Lars and Maren's friend, Erik, but just in separate beds. When the boys arrived, they all knew what was going to happen, but started with drinks in the living room, soon not drinking, and went to the bedroom as they had before. This time they were less reserved about seeing each other naked and then made love with their partners. They went back and had another drink in the living room, chuckling about being naked there. Then Lars, who had spent a week at the cabin with both girls, suggested that they could all get together. Erik wasn't sure what they meant, but since the girls were enthusiastic, he agreed, and they returned to the bedroom. Erik had been surprised when Lars asked him to help put the girls mattresses together on the floor, but then understood and had no complaints when Britta chose to lie next to him. Maren and Lars had, of course, plenty of experience together, and led the way, soon curled up with his cock in her mouth, and then Erik and Britta were also curled up together. With a lot of snickers, they returned to the living room for another drink, the girls sitting on the boys' laps. Then someone asked what else they could do. The girls and Lars exchanged glances and smirks, and Erik asked why. The other three smirked again with snickers, and Lars said that he could only think of one thing, the girls doing it with each other. Erik was a little shocked, but the girls just nodded with wry grins. "And us?" Erik asked: "I'm not going to do that." Lars shook his head and said there was something else they could do. Erik looked dubious, but nodded. They finished their drinks and returned to the bedroom. With chuckles, the girls curled up together. When the boys' cocks were ready, first Lars lay down behind one of them, then Erik understood. "Oh, it was good!" Maren exclaimed to her father: "But I didn't know whose cock it was. Didn't matter." "Hmm! I guess not." "Oh, when it was over, of course, then I knew, Erik's again." "But then it was late," Britta explained: "And they had to help get the mattresses back on our beds and leave." "Why we were still cleaning up." "Hmm! As we saw, and so accustomed to being naked in the living room that you forgot." "Um-hmm, something like that." Her sister nodded with smirk and remarked: "But you didn't mind, did you?" "Hm-hmm, and your mother thought it was funny, too." "Oh, that's good." Saturday night, the girls went out, but with nowhere to sleep with their friends, returning home to sleep with their father, as they also did Sunday night, doing it that way and every other way they could. Early in the week, Lisbet told the girls that they were going out again that Friday evening. The girls hardly concealed their delight. When they heard her story about playing cards, one of them suggested: "Oh, that's nice. Some people play cards together regularly. Will you?" "This is just the first time; have to see how it goes." When she turned away from the girls, Lisbet smirked slightly, however, both at the girls' delight and the inference that there would be no problem about explaining further evenings with Randi, something she hadn't considered when she suggested the excuse of playing cards. In bed that night, she told him about the conversation, and they both snickered. Then she said: "I'm not going to ask what you do with them, but did they tell you what they did Friday night?" He chuckled and told her. She was a little surprised, then snorted and remarked: "Like Mother, like daughter." "Daughters - or the other way around; they did it first." "Hmm! Don't brag!" "Not with me, with Johan." "Hmm! Oh, right." The next day, Lisbet called Randi to confirm their plans. When Randi asked about the girls, she chuckled and told about their finding them naked. She was about to tell the whole story, but recognized in time that she and her husband shouldn't know the details, and then told that one of them had suggested that people often played cards together regularly. Randi chuckled and replied: "Good idea, ... if you want to?" "If you do. I don't have to ask him; he will." "Hmmmm! ... Hm-hmm! I don't have the read the stories now for my fantasies." Friday, Lisbet made her potato salad, offering to make enough for the girls and their friends. They thanked her, and she replied: "Just let them help you clean up before we come home." They all smirked slightly, and the girls agreed, asking when she thought they would be returning home, pleased when she replied that she thought it would again not before midnight. While she was making the salad, Randi called back. Lisbet's side of the conversation: "Oh, hey. What's up?" ... "Hm-hmm! You did?" ... "Now still? Hm-hmm! And?" ... "That was pretty direct. Of course, if you want to." ... "Hmm! Oh, he won't mind. Hm-hmm! More than not mind. Certainly clarifies things." ... "Really?! I didn't know that, wasn't in what we learned in English at school. Hm-hmm! Seems appropriate, if you don't mind my saying so." ... "Goes for me, too - and for him." ... "And for our girls, it seems." ... "Oh, I'll tell him. He'll be delighted." ... "Anything you want to." ... "Hm-hmm! See you soon. Hmm! Soon, like that." When she hung up, she glanced around, relieved that the girls hadn't overheard her conversation. Chuckling, she returned to the kitchen. When he came home, she told him that Randi had called, smirking and saying that she would tell him in the car, and that he should shower and shave. He snorted with a grin and went off to do so. When he had finished, she joined him in the bedroom, undressing. While he dressed, he asked if a coat and tie were necessary. She smirked and replied: "Don't you remember? They said 'very informal'." They both chuckled, and she went to take her shower. As they were leaving the house, the girls thanked her for the salad. Lisbet replied: "And remember to have the boys help clean up." Maren snorted and asked: "Oh, you want to see them, too?" "You know what I mean, before we come back," she replied in her sterner, motherly tone, but smiled. In the car, he asked: "And she called? Why?" "Hmm, I told her I would tell you." "So?" "Hmm! She said that she had cleaned the house in the nude." "Hmm! Nice." "And that she still was." "When did she call?" "Two hours ago, I guess." "And what else?" "Hm-hmm! That she wasn't sure if she wanted to get dressed before we arrive." "If she doesn't want? But it would be a little embarrassing, like when we started to get dressed. "All the more reason to get undressed." "As soon as possible. Takes care of wondering how the evening will begin." "Um-hmm. I said that you wouldn't mind." "Mmmm! Of course not." "Oh, do you know what her name means in English, spelled with a 'Y', but pronounced with a short 'A'?" "No. Did I miss something in school?" "We did, too." What?" "Hm-hmm! Lustful, sexually aroused." Hmm! Like 'horny' in American English. Hm-hmm! And she told you that?" "Um-hmm, trying to tell us something." "Hardly necessary, but a little too appropriate. What did the guys in England think about an attractive Norwegian girl with that name?" "I didn't ask, but I said it applied to us, too." "And our daughters." "Um-hmm, that's what I also said." "Are the guys already there, do you think?" "Probably. ... Hm-hmm! Maybe they won't wait till after dinner either." "She didn't think we would." "Hmm, starting like before?" "Not with a shower, why we had ours already." "Hmm? I rather thought so, but didn't think she would be so direct - randy Randi." "Hm-hmm! ... Hm-hmm! Let me know if you can't as much as we girls both want; I can wait." "Very thoughtful of you. I hope so. Just suggest that she does that again for me, and maybe I can." "That's good; I told her she could do anything she wanted." "Hmm! Generous of you. I hope I can, too." They both snickered, and he parked the car. At the door, they rang the bell and exchanged questioning smiles. Randi wasn't nude when she opened the door and greeted them, then snickering and asking: "Did you tell him?" "Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! I think he is a little disappointed." "Just a little," he agreed with a smile. "I almost did, but then, while I was just waiting, decided it would be too funny." "Hm-hmm! 'Nomen est omen'." "She told you that, too?" "Um-hmm, and I wondered what the boys in England thought about an attractive Norwegian girl with your name." They were all going to the kitchen with Lisbet's food. Randi glanced at him with a wry smile and replied: "Probably what you think, but a couple of them weren't very subtle about it, and, ... well, back then I was pretty much of a good girl." "And the father in the family? One hears that they sometimes ..., well, you know." "Oh, he was real nice. Not like that. He immediately warned me that my name could give guys the wrong idea, suggesting that they call me something else." "That was nice of him, but you didn't?" "Hmm? Tried to, but then forgot the first time I introduced myself with other young people." They had put down the food, and there was slight pause. Randi smiled slightly and asked: "Aquavit again." The others nodded. As she reached up for the glasses, he saw her breast move and then thought that the light cloth of her dress revealed that she wasn't wearing panties. He was still trying to see if he was right, when she turned back with the glasses and saw that he was looking at her hips. She smirked and murmured: "Um-hmm, this is all I have on. Feels a little funny." "Sorry for staring." "Oh, that's all right. Just sort of a compromise. Hm-hmm! Just don't want to sit down like this." They all snorted with nods, and she poured generous portions of aquavit. When she and they raised their glasses, they all smirked slightly, and she offered: "Skaal." "Skaal," they responded, and he added: "to a pleasant evening." They smirked more broadly and drank, no one emptying their glass, and smiled at each other again. Randi raised hers again and repeated his words, and they all emptied their glasses, this time more smirking than smiling as they looked at each other. There was another pause, and they exchanged slight, questioning smiles. Then Lisbet snorted softly and murmured: "If you don't want to sit down ... like that, ...?" Randi smiled wryly and murmured: "randy Randi." He saw that her nipples were aroused and replied softly: "Randy Lisbet, and randy me, too," he murmured, smiling at each of them. They all snorted and nodded. After a moment, the fingers of Randi's empty hand gathered up a fold of the skirt of her dress. The others both noticed and watched her fingers gather up another fold. Lisbet murmured: "I feel overdressed," and reached for a button of her blouse. "Me too," he agree, also reaching for the top button of his shirt. They all smiled and set down their glasses and Randi turned to lead them from the kitchen. As he and Lisbet continued to unbutton, she began to gather up her skirt with both hands. "Mmmm! Nice legs, he murmured. Randi chuckled, waiting until they were in the bedroom to go further. His chest was bare and Lisbet's blouse open, revealing her bra, when Randi turned, her skirt raised high up her thighs. She hesitated a moment, but when she saw him begin to open his trousers and Lisbet reach back to loosen the waistband of her skirt, she sniffed with a grin and began to draw her dress up, immediately revealing her pubic hair. As her breasts came into sight, he stepped out of his loafers, while he pulled his shirttail out of his trousers, and then pulled his underpants down with his trousers. Lisbet's skirt dropped to the floor as she flipped her blouse off her shoulders, while Randi struggled to free herself from her dress, but then her face reappeared. She grinned again and tossed it on a chair, and then watched the other two finish undressing. They both grinned back with chuckles, seeing her aroused nipples and seeing her hands rise to them, but not to hide them; her fingers playing with them. Then she reached out her hands and said: "Let me help you with your clothes. They handed her their shirt and blouse. She hung them on the back of another chair, while Lisbet took off her bra and panties and tossed them to Randi. They stooped to pick up the rest of their clothes, Lisbet took his with a snicker and said: "Take of your socks; looks too funny." "Um-hmm," Randi agreed, grinning again, but she wasn't looking at his feet. He was aware of his cock as he stooped to take them off, and it was fuller when he stood up and tossed them to Lisbet by the chair. They grinned for a moment, as their eyes appreciated the others' nudity: his cock and the women's stiff nipples. Then Randi glanced at Lisbet's face and murmured: "I want to do it again." Lisbet smiled and replied: "I said: 'anything you want to'. I always can." Randi gave her thankful smile. He nodded with smile and stepped towards the bed. Randi shook her head and murmured: "Keep standing; I want to do everything I have read about." "Hmm! If you want to. Not sure what that all could be." He stood still and watch Randi drop to her knees, glancing again at Lisbet, who nodded with slight smirk. He also glanced at her, and she nodded again. Then he looked down at Randi. She moved a little closer on her knees, and the back of one hand slid up the inside of his thigh. Her fingers moved his balls in his very loose sack. She looked up at him with a smile, and then returned to looking at his cock and balls. His cock was now standing out a little from them. Her fingers explored; stroking the back of his sack, then jostling his balls again. She murmured: "I want to lick and suck them." "Anything you want," Lisbet replied, adding: "I'm going to lie down; this could take a while." She got on the already open bed, moving so that she could watch. When he glanced over at her she grinned and put her hand on her pussy. Then he was just watching Randi. She chuckled softly at what she was doing, and then lowered her hips a little and leaned forward and held one of his balls closer and licked, caressed it with her tongue. He hummed encouragingly. "Uhn-hnn," she agreed, and her tongue tried to slip under it. She pressed it between her lips and sucked it into her mouth, gently closing her mouth around it, as her tongue caressed. "Oooh! That feels good," he murmured, as he watched his cock slowly rise, brushing up her cheek. "Uhn-hnn," she agreed again, her response vibrating on his ball. After a moment, she released it and murmured: "Um-hmm, like in the stories, nice." She glanced up at him with a smile, and he nodded, returning her smile. She looked back down at his cock, that was now horizontal, and wagged it with her other hand and chuckled, murmuring to it: "Just wait. Now the other one first." He chuckled with a nod, and glanced at his wife, who also nodded with smirk. For a moment, he watched her fingers move on her pussy. Then he returned to watching Randi, as she licked and then sucked his other ball in her mouth, and murmured: "Also feels good." This time she hummed in pleased response, letting him feel the vibrations again. He murmured: "Feels even better when you hum like that." She did, chuckling, as his cock brushed up her temple. She chuckled warmly again and then released his ball and licked up the back - now the front - of his cock, making it twitch strongly when her tongue reached its head. She chuckled again and murmured: "You like that," and licked there again, and it twitched again. "You do," she murmured. He just nodded, understanding that she was speaking to his cock, more obvious, when she murmured: "Now it's your turn." She made it twitch again, and then he saw and felt her lips slip around it. So warm and moist! And caressing it with her tongue where it was most sensitive, making it surge and twitch in her mouth. He moaned softly, and she hummed in apparent delight at her success. He murmured: "Those stories must be good!" She nodded with another hum, and he heard his wife murmur from the bed: "They are," but he didn't glance over at her this time. He was captivated by the view of Randi sucking his cock. He suddenly wondered if that was what his daughters were also doing at that moment, and then wondering how long those young boys - no, young men - could bear the arousal before they came. It was feeling almost too arousing for him already! To his relief, Randi raised her head. He saw her lick her lips and felt her fingers trying to pinch a tight wrinkle of his sack. As they were successful, he snorted and asked: Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 02 "Is that in the stories, too." She glanced up at him with smirk and nodded. When his sack was soft again, she murmured: "Can you do it standing up?" "I think so. Hm-hmm! Maybe if you hold me." Her other hand immediately slid up his thigh, up to the bottom of his ass. As it grasped him, she snorted and remarked: "Oh, that too. ... Hm-hmm! Like in the shower." "Oooh! Yes! ... Please." They both chuckled, and her fingers crept closer to his asshole. Then his cock was back in her mouth, and her fingertips found his asshole. It twitched, and his cock surged and twitched. They both moved a few more times, and then his hips also began to, just occasionally, but then more insistently. She grasped his cock, letting it slide in her hand, as the head of his cock thrust deeper in her mouth, both of them moaning. Lisbet was also moaning, now with both hands on her pussy, one with two fingers thrusting and clutching in it, while those of her other hand were rubbing quickly back and forth on her clitoris. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and almost cried out: "Oh God, yes! Now! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Uhnnn!" He spurted with each of his groans, and Randi gave satisfied sounding moans as he did. Lisbet also moaned louder, as her pelvis twitched, and her shoulders jerked up from the pillow. He held Randi's head still, fondling her hair as he felt her tongue continue to move. His overly sensitive cock twitched despite the slippery layer of semen between her tongue and where it was moving on his cock. He moaned softly and then urged her head back. She tried to keep his semen from escaping between her lips, but there was a white rim between them, when she looked up at him. She smiled and then swallowed and licked her lips, snorting as she licked it into her mouth. She swallowed again and chuckled, murmuring: "Still tastes strange, but I was looking forward to it; wanting it; wanting to taste it again." "Couldn't have been as good as it was for me. Come, kiss me; I want to taste it too." She looked slightly surprised, as he helped her stand up, replying: "You do? I swallowed it all." "Still." They embraced and they kissed, his tongue searching in her mouth for last traces of his semen. She snorted and rubbed the soft bottom of his tongue like she had his cock. Then her tongue was in his mouth, apparently a little too long in Lisbet's opinion; she made her presence known by remarking: "It must have been good; it sure looked and sounded like it was." They broke off their kiss, still embracing, and looked over at her with nods and smiles. She gave them a wry smile and added: "It was for me, too. Very arousing to watch. Hmm! I never thought would be watching anyone doing that, much less, my husband." "You said I could: 'anything I want'," Randi murmured a little apologetically. "And me, too," he agreed. "I did, just hadn't considered what it would be like to watch." She reached under her thigh and felt the sheet, sniffing with a nod and remarking: "All wet, better watching than just imagining." "Hmm?! When did you do that?" he asked. Lisbet smirked and replied: "What did you think I did - do - when I'm visiting my parents?" "Not that!" he replied with a chuckle. She also chuckled with with a slight nod. Randi also chuckled, nodding and remarking: "Oh, that's good. I never used to go all wet when I did it. Hm-hmm! Better now, though, and I've been doing it a lot more often since I started reading the stories. Hm-hmm! And a lot better the last few weeks, especially the last two!" "Wet, too?" he asked. "Um-hmm!" Randi agreed emphatically, rocking her hips up against him. "Those stories must be real good, though, at least as inspiration for doing that to me." "Hm-hm-hmm! Yes! I went back and found all the passages about doing that. ... Hm-hmm! Hard to hold the magazine still in one hand and do that with the other one." He and Lisbet joined in her smirking chuckle. Then he looked at his wife and asked: "And you used to do that? How often? Not very flattering for me." "Hmm? I guess not. Just sometimes, when you weren't home." "Hmm? At least, you admitted that it wasn't as good as this time." "Um-hmm, really. ... Oh, I did it a lot when I was visiting my parents in June, while you were at the cabin with the girls." He snorted, hoping that Randi couldn't imagine why Lisbet had winked at him. Their hips were still pressed together, but their hands had slid down to the other's ass. At the mention of the girls, Randi snorted and said: "And they have their friends over again this evening? Gosh! I hope they can't imagine that we're doing this." "I doubt it," Lisbet replied with shake of her head, smirking slightly and adding: "And I doubt they give it a thought, happy with the thought that we're just playing cards." "Oh, yes! I forgot that." "Strip poker," he suggested with a smirk and rubbed Randi's ass. When she rubbed his in return, Lisbet snorted and said: "Just tell me, if you want to start all over again." "Oh no, ... not by ourselves, anyway," Randi replied. She glanced up at him and let her hands slid off his hips. He snorted and said: "Any way," adding for clarification: "But any way." The women chuckled. He slapped Randi's ass gently, and they separated and joined Lisbet on the bed, lying on their sides with her between them. Randi snorted and reached under Lisbet's thigh and felt her wet spot. She snickered and remarked: "Oooh! Really wet; glad it was so good for you too." "Um-hmm, thinking about how good it was being for you." "And for me. Someone should give those stories to young girls." "Like your daughters?!" "I doubt that they need them now," Lisbet replied: "but we sure could have needed them, when we were their age." "Hmm! Hm-hmm! Then I really would have been "randy Randi" in England." They all laughed, and then he replied: "But then we probably wouldn't be here now." The women nodded. His and Randi's hands were resting on Lisbet's stomach, just comfortably. There was a pause in their conversation, and their fingers moved a little on her. The pause continued for a few moment, then Randi glance over at him and asked: "Want to watch me suck her nipple?" "Of course, if she wants you to." "Hm-hmm! She always has." "Um-hmm," Lisbet agreed cheerfully, then adding: "But what if I want to suck and lick your, too?" "Oooh! Nice. ... Oh, like in that one story; scoot down the bed." For a moment, he wondered how they both could suck each other's nipples, but as his wife moved down the bed, and Randi moved to have her feet on the pillow, he understood, nodding and chuckling to himself. As the women moved so that Randi could lean down with her breast over Lisbet's mouth and her mouth over Lisbet's, Lisbet snorted and remarked: "But that was just the start; they then wanted to do something else." "Hm-hmm! You remember. And if we do?" "Hmm! Please help yourselves - each other," he remarked. He had a good view of them. Randi dropped down and held one of Lisbet's breasts, softer, that flattened a little too much when she lay on her back, but it curved up again in Randi's hand, its nipple stiffening before Randi's tongue began to circle it. Randi's firmer breasts had a perfect shape when they hung down, reminding him of the legend that Napoleon had had wine glasses made in the form of Josephine's breasts, thinking that Randi's could serve just as well for a model. And his wife didn't have to hold it, as the tip of her tongue flipped over its stiff nipple. Oh, he knew how nice it was to arouse it like that! And he understood, when he saw Lisbet's hands drew Randi's body down so that she could suck on it; that was even better! He recalled sucking them before he had urged her to move up and let him lick her pussy. She hadn't needed any urging! Was that what they also wanted to do? Probably, surely, the only thing the two girls in the story could have gone on to do, and Lisbet and Randi had a lot of experience doing that. He hummed in appreciation. They didn't need any encouragement from him. When Randi licked her way to Lisbet's other breast, and her other hand pressed it up, Lisbet urged her to shift and let her arouse her other nipple. They continued to arouse each other, letting him hear their delighted little hums. It was arousing to watch two women arouse each other. His hand found his cock. Then he noticed his wife's thighs press together and rock back and forth a little. She was aroused, there in her pussy, too. Then Randi's hips twitched. When they twitched again, Lisbet's hands slid back on them, and she drew up her knees and let her thighs flop open. Lisbet's hands needed to give Randi only a slight urge to move down. She didn't lick her way down to Lisbet's pussy; she almost dove down her body, her hands grasping her hips, as she flattened herself on Lisbet and buried her face between her open thighs, who drew Randi's hips down and raised her head. "Mmmm!" he hummed. Arousing to watch! His cock was filling his hand. For a few moments, the women lay like that, exchanging appreciating little moans. Then Lisbet urged Randi to roll on her side and followed her. They drew their thighs up under each other's head and continued to arouse each other with more delighted moans. When Lisbet drew her other thigh up on Randi's shoulder, and she did the same, he suddenly remembered seeing them do the same two weeks before, and remembered Lisbet's having beckoned for him to join them, but now he could only see the back of her head. But that time, he had fucked Randi, and afterwards she had said that the next time he should fuck his wife, and she had said that she would try to make Randi come first, since she hadn't, when Randi's orgasm was so good that she couldn't continue to arouse Lisbet. Randi wasn't going to be surprised this time to find his cock wanting to find his wife's pussy. Lisbet wasn't either, when his now stiff cock slid down the crevice between the cheeks her ass. She responded with a humming chuckle and murmured: "Oh, yes!" She rocked her hips back before Randi recognized why, but then she did, as he felt the head of his cock touch her tongue. "Oooh! Yes!" she murmured, and then her tongue licked his little slit. "Um-hmm," he responded and slid his hand over Lisbet's side and held her breast, as he shoved his hips down and rocked them in behind her ass. Randi licked again and then held her tongue against the head of his cock and helped guide it into Lisbet's pussy. "Mmmm! Um-hmm!" she responded as it slipped in, and Randi chuckled. Then it was like two weeks before, when his cock had slipped into Randi's pussy. He moved to push it deeper in Lisbet's, and the women returned to arousing each other. He held still, hoping Lisbet would be able to make Randi come first, enjoying the arousing sounds of their licking tongues and the way Lisbet's pussy held his cock. When he felt Randi's hand slid over his hip and find his asshole - again - he raised his head and saw that Lisbet's hand was out of sight between the cheeks of Randi's ass. His asshole tightened and relaxed in response to the probing of Randi's fingertip, and he heard her slightly surprised, sudden moan. How far had they gone doing that, he wondered. Randi gave another surprised moan, letting him think that his wife had remembered her promise to try to make her come first, but if she did, would Randi then still want to help Lisbet come? Would Randi's orgasm this way be less exciting than when he had also been fucking her? They had done it to each other so many times without him, and being licked and fucked must be more arousing. He hoped so, knowing he could give his wife a good orgasm fucking her from behind. How to help Randi have hers? His hand found her breast and aroused nipple. Her hand slid over his hip, her fingers creeping down to his asshole. Make it good as good for her, Lisbet: he thought, as Randi's finger probed on and then in his asshole. Randi was moaning, and her hand and plunging finger were encouraging him to rock his hip, but he resisted the reflex to move his cock in Lisbet's clutching pussy, aware that Randi's hips were twitching against Lisbet's mouth. Then he heard a louder moan from Randi as her body tremored, and Lisbet gave a surprised, satisfied sounding moan. He hoped because Randi had spurted her warm love juice in her mouth. The women both moaned again and were silent and still for a moment. Then Lisbet demanded softly: "Fuck me!" Her pussy clutched his cock, and his hand found her breast again, squeezing it, as he bagan to move it in her. Immediately, Randi's hand and finger began to move again, encouraging him, and he heard her licking tongue. Then her hips twitched, and her hand stilled, as she murmured: "Again?!" He saw Lisbet nod. "Uhn!" Randi responded, and her hand encouraged him to fuck, and her finger made his asshole tighten around it. All three of them then did everything they could to arouse each other. When they continued longer than he had expected, he wondered if his wife's not so tight pussy was less arousing for his cock than Randi's tighter one, and if it was less arousing for her - or whether she could control her arousal from more experience, apparently wanting to give Randi another orgasm first. It seemed that she did, but maybe just a smaller one. Randi's hips jerked, and she moaned, but that seemed to increase her efforts to give Lisbet and him theirs. Her finger was even deeper in his asshole, that twitched as his cock surged in the repeated clutches of Lisbet's pussy. He groaned, and his hips thrust harder, and he felt his cock spurt. He thrust again, and spurted again as his wife moaned and her pelvis twitched rapidly, as he pumped his spurting cock in her clutching pussy a few more times. He held still, feeling her pussy clutch his cock a few more times, as she gasped and moaned. Then he felt Randi's finger slip slowly out. She murmured: "Oh? It was all the way in. That never happened before." "But felt good," he murmured. "Hmm! ... Hmm? ... Well, I guess; that happened in the stories, too. Oooh! Yours too!" He assumed that Lisbet's finger had been just as deep in Randi's asshole, who added in a surprised tone: "But I didn't notice, ... just that it was feeling good and arousing." "Um-hmm, I know the feeling too," Lisbet murmured. She reached back and rubbed his hip and added: "Oooh, that was good! Thank you both." He squeezed her breast in response, while Randi snorted and replied: "And you did it real good too, thank you. Hm-hmm! Like you said last time, making me come first, ... and then again, ... but I managed to keep on. ... Hm-hmm! Maybe it takes more experience to do that." "Hm-hmm! Maybe," he agreed, adding: "I certainly won't mind if you want more." They all chuckled, and he rolled back, his softening cock slipping out of Lisbet's pussy, and Randi rolled back. The women fondled one of the other's breasts, snorting softly and exchanging an "Um-hmm." After a few moments of silence, Randi chuckled and said: "Time to get up and wash for dinner." The others chuckled and agreed, and they all got up. As the previous time, they all had to go. Lisbet gestured for Randi to go first, and then smirked at him. He smirked back and said: "Sometimes I use the washbasin." "Or we do it in the shower," Lisbet added. "Hmm?! Do you? ... If you want to." He turned to the washbasin, and she stepped into the shower. Randi snickered as she watched Lisbet's stream arch out. He washed his hands and cock and balls, while Lisbet took the shower head and rinsed her pussy and legs and then her face, chuckling with a grin. Randi handed them towels and then washed and dried herself. With chuckles, they went to the kitchen. When he saw their glasses, he remarked: "I think this calls for another toast." "It does," Randi agreed with a smile and nod. "And we can't go home before midnight," Lisbet added. "And I was only planning to serve beer this time," Randi remarked, adding: "So we can still have another aquavit." "Um-hmm," the others agreed with smiles, nodding. She got the bottle from the freezer and poured - as generously as before. When they had taken their glasses, he raised his and said, looking at Randi: "Skaal! Without using an English word, I think your are the nicest hostess I know." "We know," Lisbet interjected. He nodded, giving her a smile. Before he could continue, Randi added: "And the nicest guests." The others nodded with smiles, and they all drank, smiling at each other, and then emptied their glassed and smiled again. Randi told them where to find cutlery and let them start to set the table, while she got plates and beer glasses. At the table, Lisbet snorted and whispered to him: "You should do that with her, ... like we did." "Really? Don't need three for that," he whispered. "But she would like it; ... you would too." "Hmm? And you?" "Oh? Just said that at the sight of the empty table." They both snorted with quizzical smiles and returned to the kitchen. They had a pleasant meal, joking about what kind of card game they were supposed to be playing, agreeing that it had to be one that the girls knew they could play, which ruled out bridge. Children's card games were also ruled out, when Lisbet pointed out that adults wouldn't meet regularly to play them. Randi snorted and smiled at the implication that they would meet regularly. They agreed that two couples could meet to play canasta, and that they also might play a board game, maybe one of the new games that they had heard about. They finished their meal with another skaal. Lisbet suggested that they clean up, so that they could take home her bowl for the salad and the plate for the meat. They cleaned up everything, not without individual glances at the clock to assure themselves that they still had time to do something else. Again, they all occasionally let a hand touch the other's waist or hip. When everything was cleaned up, Randi thanked them for their help, and then they glanced at each in silence. Their glances weren't just at each other's face, as they all noticed, when they were. After another moment of silence, he murmured: "We only talked about card games for four people." The women nodded slight, but smiling slightly. Randi's nipples popped out in the following moment of silence, and she murmured: "I'm not going to say that again." The others snorted softly, recalling her "randy Randi." In the silence, he glanced at his wife, also at her breasts, her nipples then popping out. She smirked slightly and looked at Randi and asked softly: "What would you like to do? ... Be honest." Randi snorted, blushing as she glanced down at her aroused nipples. Without looking up, she murmured: "Something, ... anything." "'Anything', ... but especially?" Randi looked up at her, her eyes glancing over at him. He was aware of his cock, knowing it was growing a little. After a moment, Randi replied very softly: "You said: 'anything I want to'." Lisbet nodded. There was a longer pause, during which they all exchanged glances with furtive smiles and questioningly raised eyebrows. He hoped his cock wasn't as obviously aroused as the women's nipples. When he and Lisbet were both looking at Randi again, a slight, wry smile played over her lips. Her knees twitched, and she rubbed a forearm over her stiff nipples, which didn't make them relax. She snorted softly again, glancing back and forth at them. Lisbet murmured: "Anything." Randi's blush continued, and her knees twitch again, and then she murmured tentatively: "That must have been good, ... real good, ... what you two were doing last time." Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 02 Lisbet nodded and then gave her an open smile, nodding more strongly, and replied in a less soft tone: "It was. ... You want to do that?" Randi nodded, blushing even more, if possible. When she glanced at him, he also nodded, knowing that his cock was now showing that it thought that was a good idea. He did, too, recalling how nice it had felt to have his cock in her tighter pussy - almost as tight as his daughters'. He also flushed slightly at the inappropriate thought. His wife noticed and remarked with a snort: "He looks a little bashful about saying that he likes the idea." He nodded with a grin, and the women both grinned, but Randi then asked: "You want us to? What are you going to do?" He replied immediately: "She can do what you did; we haven't done that either, yet, ... tonight." The women snorted at his last word. He smirked and added: "Doing it the other way, so that you can ... play with each other's breasts or something." Randi looked surprised for a moment, then glancing at Lisbet, who nodded with a smile, but then glanced at him and asked facetiously: "Where did you get that idea? You haven't read the stories." "But I have a good fantasy, ... after seeing how much - how - you two enjoy each other." "Hmm! We do!" Lisbet responded, glancing at Randi, who nodded with a relaxed smile. They all grinned and snorted at the oblique way they had come to an agreement. He snorted again and said: "If someone had asked me what I wanted to do, I would have immediately told you." Randi gave him a sweet smile and nodded. Lisbet replied with a grin at him: "I probably could have answered for you." They all snickered and hurried back to the bedroom. His cock had relaxed a little, when he lay down with his hips on the side of the bed. Lisbet snorted and nodded, as she watched Randi immediately kneel down between his legs. She waited to see her grasp his cock and see its head disappear between her lips. With another snort and nod, she clambered over his face, before she lowered her hips, snorting again and remarking: "You and your 'fantasies'." "Enjoy them," he replied as he guided her hips down. He snorted in response to her emphasis of "fantasies" to imply that she knew he had done like this with the girls. "How many times?" he wondered, as his tongue found his wife's pussy. She hummed, as she watched Lisbet suck his cock, who looked up at her with smiling eyes. Lisbet returned her smile with a nod, and for a while, she moaned encouragingly; and he, in aroused appreciation; and Randi, in delight when his cock twitched. When Lisbet saw it twitch a couple more times, she murmured: "You'd better do something else, ... unless you just want to taste it again." Randi snorted with a shake of her head and then a nod at Lisbet's suggestion that she fuck her husband. His cock slipped out of her mouth, and she rose up and straddled his hips. As her hand guided his cock to her pussy, she looked at Lisbet, who nodded with a slight smile. His tongue stilled for a moment, as he felt Randi slide the head of his cock on her pussy until it found her opening. They both moaned as it slipped slowly into her as she lowered her hips until they were resting on his. He began to lick again, reaching up to hold his wife's breasts, wanting it to be a gesture of appreciation for her letting him fuck Randi - or her fuck him, since she was beginning to rock her hips to and fro, moving his cock slightly in her nice tight pussy. Lisbet had been right, he thought, being fucked and licking another pussy at that same time was no fantasy; he knew it would be good for him, that the pussy holding his cock - Randi's, Maren's, Britta's ... or Lisbet's - would take care of that. Now, to try to make it as good as possible for the pussy on his face. While he did, Lisbet and Randi everything he could imagine that they could. He felt Lisbet's arms brush his when she reached to hold Randi's breasts and arouse her nipples. Then he felt her urge Randi to lean back so that she could suck and lick them. That made Randi stop rocking her hips, but feeling her lean back and pull his cock back was also arousing. Then they sat up and embraced - Randi's breasts touching the back of his hands - as he heard them chuckle and then heard moist kissing. After a few moments, Lisbet leaned back and Randi's hand moved one of his off Lisbet's breast, so that she could suck and lick it. Lisbet chuckled warmly in response. He took the opportunity to shift her hips so that he could lick and arouse her asshole, making her moan in response. Then she sat up again, and his tongue returned to her pussy. For a while, he was unaware of what the women might be doing with each other, too busy enjoying arousing Lisbet and what Randi's pussy was doing - squeezing his cock as she rocked her hips again. But then he felt fingers on his pubic hair - whose? - and then that they were finding Randi's clitoris. He tried to increase his efforts to give Lisbet her orgasm, knowing that Randi would soon have hers. She began to moan more insistently, and the movement of her hips and clutching of her pussy became more intense. He was a little relieved that Lisbet's pelvis began to twitch, and then she was moaning just as insistently. When his hips began to thrust, Lisbet moaned sharply, and then she must have felt his first spurt; she gasped, and her pussy clenched his cock even tighter, as he felt her warm pussy juice wet his pubic hair, and then Lisbet's wet his face. Success! When they all stilled, still gasping and sighing with moans, he reached up and felt that the women were embracing. He held a breast of each of them and heard them each respond with an "Um-hmm." Then he felt them move and heard them kiss again, then both chuckling. Then Randi murmured: "Oh God! That was good! ... Oh, it was already being so good, but then when you urged me to do that, too. Thanks. Just what I wanted, but I felt it would be sort of cheating to do it to myself." "Anything that feels good." He freed his mouth from Lisbet's pussy and agreed: "Especially when it makes it feel so good for me, too." "Like you did for me," Lisbet added. They all exchanged a pleased and satisfied "um-hmmm!" They chuckled, and the women rolled off him, lying on each side of him. They all found something to fondle: he, their breasts; Randi, his cock; and Lisbet reached over him and found Randi's pussy. She snorted and raised her thigh a little, rocking her hips forward to invited her to cup her fingers around it. They all chuckled again, and he remarked: "Pleased with ourselves." "Very!" both women responded. Their fingers underlined their agreement, and they chuckled again. They were silent for a few moments. Then Randi snorted softly and murmured: "This is wicked." "Wickedly good," Lisbet replied." "Too wickedly good, ... discovering how good it can be with two other people, and ... then, ... well, ... with another woman's husband." "It was my idea to share him with you, ... so just wicked of me." "Not in my eyes," he remarked, adding: "So it shouldn't be for you, Randi. ... Maybe for others, but they're not going to be asked." "Hmm?! I guess not." She fondled his cock and then added: "If you both think it isn't, ... I won't. ... Hm-hmm! Just 'too good' without the 'wickedly'." They fondled and hummed their agreement and were silent. After a few moments, Randi sniffed and then snorted again, and remarked: "Only problem is that I have to go to bed here, smelling my moist bed." "Hmm! Pleasant dreams!" Lisbet replied. They all snickered, and then she added in a more serious tone: "Sometime you have to visit us, just difficult with the girls there." "Um-hmm," he agreed: "but they shouldn't complain, considering what they are probably doing." "Their friends are there? Both of them?!" "They were last time. Caught them cleaning up, still naked." "Just the girls," Lisbet quickly interjected." "Just them naked?" "Oh, the boys had gone home already." "A treat to see," he remarked." They all chuckled, and then Randi murmured: "That would be nice, though, if it worked out." He squeezed her breast and agreed: "Um-hmm, it would be." "Um-hmm," Lisbet agreed. They were silent for a few moments. He thought the silence indicated that they had confirmed again that they all wanted do this more often - as they had when talking about playing cards. Lisbet broke the silence: "This evening, we told them to clean up before we came home." "And to let the boys help," he added. "Hmm?! Sure isn't like it was when I was a girl." "Nor when I was, ..." He squeezed Lisbet's breast as she continued: "But, ... well, we know they do, and they have the pill. Different era." "That's for sure! ... Hmm! Look at us!" "Um-hmm," he and Lisbet agreed, and they all fondled, chuckling softly. He murmured: "Our good luck, theirs too." "Um-hmm," the women agreed. After a few moments, he murmured that he had to go to the bathroom, and they all went, as they had before supper. After washing, it was still too early for him and Lisbet to leave, and they agreed to have another beer. Since Randi didn't turn to the bedroom, suggesting they get dressed first, the others followed her to the kitchen. They all smirked slightly as they faced each other and raised their beers and said skaal. They drank and smiled at each with chuckles. He snorted and asked: "Who won the card game?" "Hmm?! Hm-hmm! I wanted Lisbet to, wanting you to do it like that with her." "But you got to do what you wanted to do," Lisbet responded to her with a grin. "Hm-hmm! I sure did, thank you." "And I got to do everything I wanted," he rejoined. They all nodded and said skaal again. Then Lisbet snorted and asked him: "Didn't you want to do it to Randi?" "Of course, but .... Hm-hmm! Something to remember for next time." The women nodded with smiles as they glanced at each other and then at him, and they drank again. As they were finishing their beers, Randi said: "Then next time here again?" The others agree with smiles and then smirks, when he added: "The girls are going to like our new interest in playing cards." Back in the bedroom, Lisbet offered to help change the sheet on the bed, but Randi just chuckled, shaking her head as she replied: "and take the fun out of my dreams?" When the other two were half dressed, they all noticed that Randi's nipples had popped. "Nice," he murmured. "Hmm? Didn't think that would happen again," she replied. She brought her hands up, but not to hide them; her fingers circled them, as she smirked slightly. He grinned and said: "Oh, I wanted to lick and suck them, too." "Next time," she replied with a grin. At the door, this time they immediately took turns embracing and kissing Randi, and then he also embraced and kissed Lisbet. Then they were off. In the car, he remarked: "I like this." "Me too, ... and especially that you do. What if you had been all upset when I told you that we had done it?" "Unlikely, as you probably assumed, since I had told you about the girls." "Hm-hmm! And not been upset. Besides, it was you who suggested that I would like doing what the girls do together." "Oh, right, ... but you suggested including me, ... and not just to watch you two!" "Hm-hmm! Kind of forgot, she needed a cock to suck." "Thanks for sharing mine with her." They both chuckled with smirks, unseen in the dark. After a moment, Lisbet asked: "I wonder if they do that with the boys?" "Lick each other? Must have at the cabin with Lars, so probably." "Hmm? Of course." "Um-hmmmm! Hmm? I wonder if they do that with the boys?" "Must have at the cabin with Lars, so probably." "Hmm? Of course." Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 03 At the door, this time they immediately took turns embracing and kissing Randi, and then he also embraced and kissed Lisbet. Then they were off. In the car, he remarked: "I like this." "Me too, ... and especially that you do. What if you had been all upset when I told you that we had done it?" "Unlikely, as you probably assumed, since I had told you about the girls." "Hm-hmm! And not been upset. Besides, it was you who suggested that I would like doing what the girls do together." "Oh, right, ... but you suggested including me, ... and not just to watch you two!" "Hm-hmm! Kind of forgot, she needed a cock to suck." "Thanks for sharing mine with her." They both chuckled with smirks, unseen in the dark. After a moment, Lisbet asked: "I wonder if they do that with the boys?" "Lick each other? Must have at the cabin with Lars, so probably." "Hmm? Of course." He turned on to another street, and after a couple of blocks she said: "Why don't you spend next Saturday night with her? We can say that you're visiting my parents again." "You mean it?!" "Shouldn't make any difference to me whether you sleep with her or the girls." "Hmm?! ... Guess you do ..., from that logic." "And she would like it, ... and the girls would, too." "If they do everything we can imagine." "Um-hmm. ... Hm-hmm! Not much more than we do." "You really mean it?" "Why not? ... If you don't mind what I do at my parents' home?" "We settled that, but won't she be too surprised, if you suggest it for this weekend, and the girls, too? You should have mentioned last week that your brother wouldn't be there." "Maybe you are right. ... But you would?" "Have you already discussed this with her?" "Oh no. Maybe the idea came to me while we were setting the table." "Thinking we should do it on the table, and you told me that I should do that with her?" "Um-hmm. Bet you both would like that." "Hm-hmm! Of course, but not better than doing it with you, ... or the girls, before you ask." "I was about to. ... Or are you just being polite?" "Well, of course, the first time has a unique charm." "Um-hmmmm! It did. We have to do that again." "Of course!" They exchanged glances as they snickered and then were home. There was just a table lamp on in the house, but the girls called goodnight to them from their room. They had cleaned up, as told. He and Lisbet went to bed and slept very soundly. They were awakened in the morning by the sounds of the girls' making breakfast. They washed and dressed and join them. When the girls asked how their evening had been, they managed to make a story of it, the girls' especially appreciating it, when they said that they were going to play cards again in two weeks. They didn't ask how the girls' evening had been. The following weekend, Lisbet visited her parents. Friday night, the girls slept with him. When they told him at breakfast that Maren's friend was out of town, he suggested that Britta could tell Lars that Maren was visiting her grandparents. The girls didn't understand immediately, but then both grinned at him and Maren asked: "You mean, just as an excuse for my not sleeping in my bed?" "Um-hmm, something like that." "With you?" "If you want, ... just to be nice to Britta and Lars." They all laughed. They agreed that she and Lars couldn't come before his usual bed time and that Lars had to leave before breakfast. He and Maren were in bed long before his usual bed time .... When Lisbet returned on Monday, she suggested at dinner that he join her again at her parents' house. He wasn't sure that she didn't mean it, forgetting for a moment that his visiting her parents was the subterfuge for his spending the night with Randi. He suggested that one of the girls visit the grandparents. Neither of them looked enthused by this suggestion, so he agreed, catching his wife's wink, but wondering if she had told Randi yet. The girls' remarks about how nice they thought it was that he wanted visit hiss suggested that they were already planning in their minds how they wanted to spend Saturday night. The following Friday night, he and Lisbet were again with Randi, and he got to lick and suck her nipples and also her pussy - among everything else they did together. As they were getting dressed, Lisbet surprised him and Randi - much more - when she remarked softly: "Why don't you two spend next Saturday night together." Randi looked shocked, staring at Lisbet, blushing as she glanced over at him. He shrugged and murmured: "This wasn't my idea." "Hmm?! You mean it?!" "Why not, ... since I'll be visiting my parents? ... Just seems like the nicest way for you two to enjoy the weekend." "Hmm!! Hmm?! You really mean it!" "I think so, ... I said so." Randi glanced at him again, and he shrugged again, but with wry smile. Randi returned it, raising her eyebrows questioningly. She looked back at Lisbet and then at him again. He murmured: "If she wants us to?" Randi broke into a nervous laugh, catching her breath and blurting out: "This is crazy! You want us to sleep together?" "Isn't that what we've been doing? I just happen not to be able to be there." "It's still crazy!" Randi glanced back and forth at them - with very erect nipples. He smiled wryly again and snorted, remarking: "The girls will think it is a good idea." "That you're here sleeping with me?!" "Oh no," Lisbet interjected: "He'll be visiting my parents." "Hmm! ... The girls will think so?" Randi asked. "Um-hmm, he has before, once. Should again, taking the train Saturday morning and returning on Sunday to be here for work." "But you want him to come here and spend the night with me?" "I thought it would be more fun for him - for you both - than his visiting his parents." "Oh gosh! This is crazy!" Randi looked at him, and he nodded with wry expression, agreeing: "It is." "Do you want to?" "Rather than visiting my parents, ... a lot better." Randi snorted with a slight smile, nodding once slightly. She glanced at Lisbet, who also nodded. Randi sniffed and snorted softly and murmured: "If you really mean it." Lisbet nodded again. Randi glanced at him. With another wry smile, he also nodded. Randi snorted again and remarked louder: "This is crazy, ... but if you want to? ... Of course, I do, ... just crazy." They all began to laugh, nodding and grinning at each other. Lisbet remarked: "You'll have a better weekend than I will." "I hope not," he replied, knowing she would be sleeping with her brother that Saturday night, but then immediately corrected himself, glancing at Randi: "No, I am sure we will." Randi gave him a slight smile, missing Lisbet's wink. They parted with the now usual embraces and kisses. He had rubbed Randi's ass while they embraced, something he hadn't done the previous time. She had nodded slightly. Lisbet also had with a slight, approving smile. In the car, she remarked: "Oh, that was good. Of course, she was surprised, but she sure didn't object." "Um-hmm. No, ... yes, she didn't object, just need a lot of assurance that you really meant it. I was also a little surprised, not expecting you to suggest it just then." "I had been thinking that I would call her and suggest it, but then it seemed better to do it right then, while we were all still enjoying what we had done, and with you there to speak for yourself, instead of my trying to." "Hmm, I guess so. ... Hm-hmm! If she really knew what we both would otherwise be doing Saturday nights ...?" "Hm-hm-hmm! Yes! ... Oh, she knows my brother, ... well, who he was, two classes ahead of us." "Hmm! And he, who she was. ... Hmm? Does he know what you two do?" "No. ... That would surprise him." "I bet." They chuckled and were silent until they got home. Again, the living room and kitchen were cleaned up, and the girls called their goodnights. He and Lisbet replied, she smirking at him and adding: "Your father won tonight." The girls replied, congratulating him. He returned Lisbet's smirk, and they went to bed. As he curled up behind her, he murmured: "'Won tonight'? More like: you let me win, and arranged that I will next weekend." "Um-hmm. Hope you don't mind." "Hmm? No, just crazy, as Randi said." When he came home from work the following Friday evening, the girls were open about expressing their delight that he would be also be away from early Saturday morning until late Sunday afternoon. When he asked if their boyfriends already knew, they both smirked and nodded, and one grinned and remarked: "Their parents think they are going hiking and camping for the night." "Hmm! I was wondering about that. And tonight?" "We're just going to a movie, ... so they can get an early start." "So we'll be home fairly early." "But you don't have to wait up for us." "Hmm, just as well; I need an early start, too." They had supper, and the girls went off. He wondered if they all had indirectly agreed that they wouldn't sleep together that night. He snorted to himself, wondering when the last time was that they could have but didn't. He couldn't remember. He went to bed before they came home, thinking that it would probably be good if they didn't join him, since he was going to be seeing Randi in the morning - and have plenty to do. He was awakened by the key in the door, and then the girls' calling: "Are you still awake?" "Now." "Sorry to wake you." "But if you are, now ...?" "If you want to ...?" "Hmm? Maybe, ... no, just save it, ... or do something with each other." He heard them chuckle and one reply: "Maybe." "We will," the other replied decisively. "If you want to." "Goodnight," he called, and they responded. He went to sleep envisaging how it would be to greet Randi in the morning, different scenarios of how she would greet him: tentatively, a little embarrassed about the situation; more directly, immediately enthusiastic; or even more directly, already ready to - undressed, dressing gown, nude already? He had a confused dream. He was knocking on a strange door, but then recognized it as that of the house of a colleague he had once visited, who had a very attractive wife. But it wasn't she who opened the door, but an also attractive woman, who in the dream didn't have a face, since she was already naked, and he thought he recognized her body as that of an earlier girlfriend, the one with the best figure - better than those of his daughters, Lisbet or Randi. Then he was in Randi's living room, with lots of nude persons, and he was also suddenly naked, which seemed appropriate. He was a little surprised that Lisbet and Britta and Maren were in the group of men and women, but they seemed comfortable with the situation, also his brother, whom he hadn't seen in several years. He was a little surprised that he had such a long cock. Even his father-in-law was there, which didn't disturb him, nor did he seem to be uncomfortable with the situation. On the contrary, he greeted him with a smile and glances at Lisbet and his granddaughters. His cock was also longer than he expected, but seemed appropriately similar to his son's. He recognized the faces of a few of the other people, without recalling their names: a couple of colleagues with whom he had exchanged male jokes; the secretary from his first job - still looking as young and attractive as she had been then - not that he had ever seen her naked. Another woman was a saleswoman of supplies for his employer, who always dressed to emphasize her good figure. Naked - in his dream - it was at least as good as he had always imagined. No, he didn't like the big circles around her nipples; reminded him of those of girls with too big breasts that he had seen in a male magazine. Those of that girlfriend were much nicer, but she had disappeared. Then he saw Lars' face, but he couldn't see his cock. Then he felt that everyone was looking at his and began to feel uncomfortable with the situation, although the others still seemed unconcerned about their or his being naked. When he woke up in the morning, he recalled the dream, wondering that he couldn't remember how it ended, if it had just stopped with his becoming uncomfortable. But his cock was all stiff, inviting him to hold it. He did. For a few moment, he envisaged what he might have done with his daughters, and then remembered that he was going to spend the rest of the weekend with Randi - "randy Randi." That was even more interesting to envisage, not knowing what would happen, but then he had to go to the bathroom. He got up and went in the washbasin, forcing his cock down, as he rationalized that he should save everything else for her. He showered and shaved - more carefully than usual. Still naked, he packed his overnight bag, suddenly wondering if Randi's neighbors would see him arrive with it and think the obvious, deciding to go to the station and check it and pick it up the next day. Pleased with this idea, he put his toothbrush and razor aside. As he was dressing, the girls called "good morning" and that they would start breakfast. When he joined them, he was surprised that they were naked. They just gave him grins, and one said: "Like that first morning at the cabin." "Hmm! Yes, but ..., and you're planning to stay like that till they arrive." "Hm-hmm! Maybe." "Hmm! I hope they don't ring the doorbell with all their clothes in their rucksacks, but I don't want this to be my last image of you two, ... nice as it is." The girls grinned with nods, posing for a moment, and went off, returning in summer dresses, too light for the fall temperature. He nodded with a snort and remarked: "I know, that's all you have on, but maybe I can forget that on the train." They nodded with grins, and this time the other one replied: "If you want to." He gave her awry smile, shaking his head. The girls snorted, and both gathered up their skirts and showed that they weren't wearing panties. After breakfast, he fetched his bag and raincoat, not letting the girls see him put his razor and toothbrush in its pocket. He wished them a pleasant weekend. They snorted and wished him one too, with greetings to their grandparents. Then one of them embraced him and gave him a better kiss than most daughters give their father, and he fondled her ass. The other one wanted the same, extending her kiss - and her tongue - until he fondled hers a little longer, and until his cock began to respond. Then he was on his way to the station, snorting about their parting; and then smirking to himself about how they were going to be spending the weekend without him; and then snorting questioningly about he was going to spend the weekend with Randi, suddenly again recalling his dream: in her living room, but she hadn't been there? He checked his bag at the station, there in time for the early train to Lisbet's parents, too early, he thought, to arrive at Randi's place by bus. He decided to walk the mile or two, thinking it could still be too early, but she knew that he was supposed to be taking the early train. He didn't hurry, recalling his thoughts as he fell asleep the night before, and liking that he hadn't slept with his daughters, and liking the feeling in his shorts at the thought of what they might have done. When he saw a florist shop on the other side of the street, he crossed and bought some, deciding that roses would be too suggestive. Pleased with the decision, he continued, liking the idea that having flowers for her would add something to ease their greeting each other. He thought it was still quite early when he arrived at her street, but he couldn't just wait, possibly attracting more attention. As he rang her bell, he remembered the first time he had brought a girl flowers and had been a little embarrassed by the gesture, feeling somewhat similar at the moment. It was a moment or two before she opened the door. She also looked a little embarrassed, smiling slightly and extending her hand. They shook hands, just saying "Hallo." He gave her the flowers. She smiled, seeming more relaxed, and thanked him, as she closed the door. Then they were both silent, slight, nervous smiles playing at their lips. He felt that he was blushing, and thought that she was too. He murmured: "This wasn't my idea. Oh, the flowers were." "Nice, thank you. ... It wasn't mine, either. ... But, ... well, here you are." "Um-hmm, well, here we are." They exchanged slight smiles, and she said: "Let me take your coat. You must have walked; with the bus you would have been here earlier." "Seemed too early, and then I wouldn't have thought of the flowers." He insisted on hanging up his coat by himself, and they went in the living room - the one he remembered from his dream, but just with the two of them, and with their clothes on. He wondered if it was warmer than in most homes, or whether he just imagined that it was. She smiled at him and held up the flowers, thanking him again, and then repeating his "well here we are." They smiled and nodded, and she said that she would get a vase. He followed her, suddenly recognizing that she was wearing the dress she had worn four weeks before, when she had admitted that that was all she had on. Now too? No, he could see where her bra hooked, so she must also be wearing panties. In the kitchen, she gave him a smile as she put water and then the flowers in the vase, and they returned to the living room, where she put the vase on the dinner table, reminding him that it had been the catalyst for his being there. They looked at each other, both snorting softly, and then she snorted more sharply with a wry smile and remarked: "It's warm in here; I forgot to turn down the heat." "Um-hmm, a little. ... When did you turn it up?" "Yesterday. ... Hm-hmm! If you want to know, when I finish grocery shopping on Fridays, I clean house, ... and ... well, in recent weeks, I turn up the heat and take everything off." "Hmm! More fun than just being the cleaning woman." "Um-hmm!" She grinned, and he grinned, then replying: "And you forgot to turn it down?" "I usually do." They smirked slightly. He snorted and said: "And forget 'everything' else, too?" "Usually." They looked at each. He thought she looked as though she were about to say something, but she didn't, and didn't after a slight pause. Finally he smiled slightly and said softly: "Sometimes at the cabin, when it's warm, we forget, too." "With the girls?" He knew he was beginning to blush as he replied: "Only when they were little." "Hm-hmm! But you got to see them a few weeks ago, when you got home." "Um-hmm. Funny, well, surprising, very, knowing why they were." "I can imagine." They grinned again. Then she asked softly: "Want me to turn down the heat?" "Not if you don't want to, but we could take a walk, ... or something. Museum. Hmm? I could be your brother visiting. ... Neighbors?" She shook her head slightly with an even slighter smile and murmured: "I think they know I don't have one; only make them more curious if they see us go out and return." "Of course. Hmm, it is nice and warm in here." "I could turn the heat down." "Only if you want to?" Randi shook her head again, this time with a slight grin. He returned it, remarking: "Have to suggest to Lisbet that she cleans house that way." "It was her idea, ... not getting that way to clean house." "Um-hmm, it sure was. The girls really think I'm on the train with the bag I checked at the station." "Clever. And they ..." " ... are probably already waiting for their boyfriends, probably not by now." Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 03 "Hm-hmm! And turned up the heat?" They both grinned again. He replied: "Maybe, to be more comfortable." "You think they want to be, like that?" "Without 'everything'?" he replied, nodding and smirking slightly. She chuckled and nodded, and he nodded and agreed: "I think so, too." They both smirked broadly at their devious arrival at an agreement. She nodded towards her bedroom, and they began to undress on the way. When she reached back to unhook her bra, she snorted and said: "This was just going to be too funny, wondering what would happen at the door. I didn't want them to pop out right then. Oh, they did, but I didn't want you to see them." "I was also wondering how it would be. It was better than I thought, a lot better." "Um-hmm! Hm-hmm! Talking about the heating wasn't planned, ... at least, I don't think so. Hm-hmm! Won't tell you what I think about when I'm cleaning house." "That's enough." "Um-hmm!" They watched each other take off their underpants, smirking. He waited for her to say something. After a moment, she sniffed and asked: "What are we going to do now?" Before he could think of a reserved reply, she giggled and then laughed and remarked: "Well, 'that', of course, but I didn't mean right now." "You saved me from asking. Read the newspaper?" "Hm-hmm! If you want to. I haven't read it either." "Hmm! If you want to. Suddenly, when I said that, I thought you might suggest reading the stories." "Oh! If you want to; good idea." "Seems like we don't need to any more; couldn't be better than ..." "Hm-hmm! No, ... but they are still delightful, ... the stories, the situations she develops. ... Stories or newspaper, let's go sit down. I'll get towels, an idea from the stories." "Hm-hmm! Seems that they are quite detailed, true to life." "Um-hmm, as though she had done it all. I'll get the towels. He nodded, and she went to the bathroom and he, back to the living room. Before she returned, he unconsciously jostled his balls. She joined him, smiling pleasantly, and asked: "Where do you want to sit? The armchair, if you want." He nodded, liking that she hadn't immediately assumed that they would sit together on the sofa, and reached out his hand for a towel. She nodded and handed him one. While he put it on the armchair, which was at right angles to the sofa, on which she spread the other towel. They sat down and exchanged smiles. Then she said: "Oh, I was going to ask you if you wanted coffee." "Yes, please. That would be nice; got up a little earlier than usual this morning." She smiled and got up, and he followed her to the kitchen. While she put coffee in the filter, she glanced at him with a slight smile and remarked: "Kind of hard to remember normal hospitality, being like this." "Um-hmm. But you did, ... like my happening to remember flowers for the hostess." They chuckled and waited for the water to boil, both leaning comfortably against the counter facing the stove. After a moment, he asked: "And the stories are good?" "Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! I appreciated how good after, ... well, you know." "You read them again?" "Um-hmm, ... some, a couple of times." "And Lisbet has read them, too?" Randi started slightly at the mention of his wife's name, but nodded as she glanced over at him with a slightly wry smile, then remarking: "Not all of them." "Which ones did she like?" "Hmm! The ones I showed her, ... all of those." "Ummm? More about girls?" "Oh, guys are in most of them, too." "That's reassuring." "Um-hmm, don't have to tell you that we like men, too, ... just as much." "No, thank goodness." They smirked at each other, and then the water was boiling. She began to pour it slowly in the filter on the coffee pot, and they were silent until she was finished. She quickly got cups and saucers and spoons, asking him "Cream and sugar?" He nodded, and she put them on the tray, and they returned to the living room. They sat down again, and she poured. When he had taken cream and sugar, they glanced at each other. She smirked slightly and remarked: "like normal people." He nodded, and they had a sip of their coffee. After she set down her cup, she remarked: "Oh, the first couple of stories I gave her were just about girls, ... of course, what we were doing, after I had admitted that reading about it had intrigued me. So she wanted to read those, too." "I had told her that I thought it must be good, since I like it so much." "Um-hmm, she mentioned that sometime. Nice, that you thought so." "And then?" "Oh, of course she wanted to read other ones. Funny, she really liked the one about the girl's - I always think she is the authoress - doing it with her brother." "Really?!" he replied, surprised, but immediately understanding why Lisbet would have found it interesting. "Um-hmm. She - the girl in the story - wanted her brother - older - to know what girls like, not just climb on and off ..." "Like I did back when." "And like I assumed was all there was to it." They smirked at their common experiences and had another sip of coffee. Then he remarked: "Nice of her to want to ... 'educate' him. How did she know?" "Oh, in the story, she had had a really good experience as an au paar in New York." "And showed him what else he could do." "Hm-hmm! Couldn't show him that, of course, but what she could do, and then, ... well, he didn't have much choice but to reciprocate." "Hm-hmm! And then she told him what to do, what was good?" "She sure did, and he did!" "And Lisbet liked that?" "Of course, and I did, too. By then, I knew that you did it just as good." "Had we, or had she told you?" "Hmm! She only had told me." "My good luck, if you thought it was good. ... Well, of course, you knew by then that it was, no matter who was doing it." "Yes!" She smiled with nod. They took longer sips of their coffee, and she refilled them. After he had stirred his, he asked: "Did she only sleep with her brother?" "Oh no. In another story, she had slept with her university roommate - same period. Maybe one would say that she had seduced her. She had done that in the States, too, and they agreed that it was good way to keep her roommate from cheating on her boyfriend back home." "Oh, that's good!" "In the story, it's very logical and convincing. ... Hm-hmm! Oh, she sleeps with another student, both of them delighted that the other does that too. He learned in France, from his cousin." "Hmm! Lots of ... family!" "Um-hmm, but if it was good ...?" "Hm-hmm! I'm sure it was in the stories." "Of course," Randi agrees. "And then: she's sleeping with her brother, her roommate, and this student?" "Um-hmm. Then in one story, they all come together." "The three of them?! ... Uh? ... Like, the two guys, she and her roommate?! "Hm-hm-hmm! Oh no! Not like that. One Sunday - the story is titled 'The Hattrick' - she and her roommate do it before breakfast, and then in the forenoon, while his conservative roommate is at church, they do it. That had become a regular thing. And then ..." "In the afternoon, she sleeps with her brother, the hattrick, three goals in one game." "Um-hmm, exactly!" Randi agrees. They smirked and drank again. He was a little surprised that they were talking so much about sex without his cock responding, nor till now her nipples. But when he glanced surreptitiously at them, they did. He hoped that what he felt in his cock was not visible. He smiled and said: "I don't think I need to read them; your telling about them is good enough." "Oh, there are others: the time she meets her roommate's boyfriend and they spend time together on a small island. ..." "And she sleeps with him? All three of them? Her roommate wanted her to sleep with her boyfriend?" "Um-hmm, for the last couple of nights of her period; thought it unfair that she had to know what they would be doing." "Hmm?! I bet you both liked that one!" "Um-hmm, but it seemed too farfetched ... until we all had. Lisbet seemed less surprised. When she liked it, I read it again. Hm-hmm! A couple of times after Lisbet suggested that you join us." "Hmm?! I hope I was as good as her young boyfriend." "Oh yes!" She grinned and raised her cup as though toasting. He raised his, and they drank together and grinned. As they set down their cups, he snorted and asked: "And they did it day and night?" "Mostly nights." "Hm-hmm!" She grinned and crossed her thighs, then remarking: "Of course, the girls did it with each other, too." "Of course, he couldn't do everything." "Oh, he did, they did, ... like we do." "Hmm!? ... For how many days and nights?" "Can't remember exactly, more than a week." "Hmm, sounds like the authoress may have exaggerated what a man - even a young man - can do." "Maybe, but it sounded good, realistic." He noticed that she squeezed her thighs together and murmured unconsciously to himself: "Just one night." She looked at him and replied just as softly: "And part of two days." He glanced at her with a slight smile, nodding slightly. She returned his slight smile. They both snorted, as he felt his cock move and saw her eyes notice. They returned to his, and they both involuntarily raised an eyebrow. His thighs twitched slightly, and he saw hers move. The corners of their lips twitched. After a moment, she murmured: "I want to, ... you know how." He nodded slightly, feeling his cock move again, and his thighs twitched again, and he opened them a little. She nodded with a soft hum, and then murmured: "In the stories, she often tells that she - the girl - likes to start when it's still small." He nodded with a slight chuckle and remarked softly: "He probably did, too." Their eyes met, and she nodded, hesitating a moment before she repeated softly: "I want to." "Me too. Hm-hmm! Before you say it too often, and then it isn't." He opened his thighs, as she uncrossed her legs and moved forward off the sofa. He felt his cock begin to swell as he watched her drop to her knees and heard her murmur: "Never thought I would just say that - like that - especially about doing this." "I guess we were both wondering how it would start." She glanced up at his face with wry smile and emphatic nod, as she moved closer between his thighs. They both looked down at his cock, now longer, looking like it was about to rise. He snorted softly and murmured: "Sorry, too late for it to be all small." She nodded slightly, as her hand came up under his still slack sack, moving his balls, as they watched his cock stiffen and begin to rise. He murmured: "Maybe another time. Just don't talk about it so much." She glanced up at him, nodding with a grin. She jostled his balls, and the fingers of her other hand raised his cock, pulling his foreskin back the last bit to expose the ridge around the head of his cock. She hummed softly and then extended her tongue and licked. His cock twitched. And they both chuckled, and then her lips slipped around it. "Uhmmm!" he moaned, as it twitched again. As she began to suck and lick, it occurred to him to tell her what Lisbet had suggested, that he should lick and fuck her on the table, but it seemed the wrong time to mention his wife again, and explaining that would be to involved at the moment - much too involved, while she was making his cock twitch! Would she slow down and let him relax, stop and stretch his sack? Did he want her too? Oh, it was probably going to be enough, since he hadn't done anything the previous night, and they were certainly going to be doing a lot more. And she didn't need his hand on her head to encourage her; she was moving it - fucking his cock with her mouth - eagerly enough. Whatever they did later, it would be good to arouse her, to show his appreciation - as if his twitching cock weren't doing that enough already! He reached down and fondled her breasts. She moaned in response, the vibrations arousing his cock a little more. He returned her moan, as he squeezed and pulled on her aroused nipples. She moaned again with a nod, and then it was obvious that she wanted him to come in her mouth. His hips twitched, and then again, and she moaned, nodding again, squeezing his cock in her hand. She wanted it! His cock wanted to give it to her! His hips began to twitch faster, as he moaned louder and pulled on her nipples each time his hips twitched. She moaned in response, nodding quickly. "Uhnn! Yes!" he groaned and blurted. His hips thrust his cock more strongly in her mouth, and he felt it spurt. She gave a sharp moan, and he clutched her breasts and spurted again and again, as they both responded with short moans. Before she could continue to lick his cock any more, he murmured: "I want to taste it; kiss me." His hands urged her to rise on her knees. As she did, she snorted, smiling wryly with her lips closed. He leaned back and drew her up, his hands sliding down to her hips, urging her to clamber up and straddle his legs. She did with a chuckle, nodding, her smiling lips still closed. Her knees slid past his thighs, as he drew her hips closer, She hummed with smirk and lowered her face over his. His hands slid up and embraced her, and hers went around his shoulders, as their mouths met and opened. He got more that just a taste of his semen, and her tongue followed, swishing it around in his mouth, as she chuckled in her throat. When he had swallowed, she snickered and murmured: "I thought you would want to, like all the men in the stories. At least, none of them didn't want to." "Hmm! She must have known," he replied. "Um-hmm! She wouldn't have written about ones that didn't." They both nodded with grins. As she sat up straighter on him, his hand slid back down to her hips, resting on the top of her thighs. Suddenly her expression changed to very wry one. She began to chuckle and then almost laughed. He chuckled in response, wondering what had occurred to her. Randi caught her breath and remarked: "Oh, this is crazy! Not that you're here - oh, that too - but that I like to do that so much. I just love to suck your cock! Well, it's the only one I have; probably just love to do." "Not to be too personal," he murmured with a nod. "Um-hmm, she agreed with nod and small smile in response to his understanding why she had added her last remark. Then she grinned again and repeated: "Just love to do it. Hm-hm-hmm! Don't know what would have happened in England if randy Randi had known that back then." "Made some guys very happy." "And me too. It's just so good. Thank goodness for the stories and Lisbet's telling me that she likes to too, ..." "And especially for her wanting to let you find out," he interjected. "Very! It's just so good! I never thought about sex that way before, wanting to make it feel so good for him. Oh, of course, I assumed that it was for him, in me - in my pussy. Of course it was, for him, and sometimes for me, but I was just taking it for granted that it would be for him. It always was, of course - however that feels - and hoping that it would be for me." "I hope it was." "Sometimes; but he - they - were also just assuming it would be good enough." "Like I used to, Lisbet too." "Um-hmm, she said so too. It's just so good now, knowing I can make it feels so good for you - for a cock - and wanting to. Mmmm! And I just love to feel it in my mouth, to caress it. That feels so good, and feeling it move, knowing that it's feeling so good for your ..., for a cock." "Don't have to tell you that it does." "Hm-umm! And then I want to know just how good it is being, wanting to have it show me. Oh, it still tastes a little strange, but I want it, want to feel it spurt in my mouth and to taste it, to have the confirmation that you - that your cock ..." "A cock," he interjected to take the personal reference out of her remark. She nodded and continued: "that a cock has enjoyed it so much." She smiled at him a little wryly. He nodded with a smile and agreed: "Just like that. That was delightful, just how I - how any man - would like to think that you - or Lisbet or any other woman - would, should feel about doing it." "You're sweet! Said just what I was hoping. I was thinking about it last night, wondering if and how I could tell you, hoping you would like to hear." "Delightful! And a little arousing." "Hm-hmm! Not as arousing as doing it. I went all wet, almost dripping." "Mmmm! Like I do, when I am doing it to you." "Or Listbet." "Of course, not to be too personal." They exchanged mild smiles, nodding at their agreement. Then she smiled a little wryly and remarked: "Hard not to be, like this." They looked down at the way she was sitting on him, and her nipples popped out. He nodded and slid his hands up from her thighs, sliding them over her firm breasts, just holding them in his palms, and murmured: "Can't be helped. It was her idea." She nodded with a smile and replied: "Hope she doesn't mind." He nodded, then smirked and agreed: "So do I. We can tell her. Hm-hmm! Tell her it was her fault." His fingers fondled her breasts, catching her stiff nipples between his fingers. She hummed with a smile and and replied: "If you say so." "Oh? Maybe she wasn't thinking about just the two of us being together, but she did think of something she thought just the two of us should do." "Hmm? What? Really? Told you at home?" "No, when were about to set the table, saying I should do that to you." "Do what? Why the table?" "On the table, like we have in the kitchen at home." "Oh?! Hm-hmm! Never thought of that. And she thought you should - with me, here?" "Um-hmm, good idea, maybe better, that she doesn't just have to watch." "Hmm! Maybe; I wouldn't want to just watch. Hm-hm-hmm! And since she suggested it, she can't be upset if we do. Oh, this is a little crazy! She really suggested it?" "Um-hmm, yes," he replied, flipping his thumbs over her nipples. "Hmm? I guess so. She must have been assuming we would do anything we want to. Hm-hmm, hope she isn't thinking about us now, or tonight in bed - but probably, then." "Probably," he agreed with a grin, squeezing Randi's nipples, but wondering if Lisbet really would think of them while sleeping with her brother. Randi snickered and remarked: "If she wants us to, and you keep doing that. Mmmm!" He nodded with a grin and murmured: "Wet again?" "Not yet." "You know what I can do about that." "Hm-hmm! On the table? And not just that?" "Hm-umm, told you it makes me aroused to do that." "Hm-hmm! Say it! You want to lick my pussy." "I want to lick your pussy, with all the thoughts you have about sucking my cock: I just love to lick your pussy and know it is feeling so good for you, however that is." "Mmmm! Very! The way you do it." "Almost as good as Lisbet does?" "At least, but we can forget about her, if she wanted you to do that too on the table." "She did, at least, that's what we did." "Mmmm, maybe I am getting wet." "I hope so." They grinned, and Randi slid her legs back and stood up. He stood up and they hurried to the dining table. He helped her up on it. She immediately dropped back on her elbows, smirking at him as she drew her thighs up and between them watched him drop to his knees. She snorted and let her thighs flop open, remarking: "Utterly shameless! ... Lick my pussy!" He did, recalling and comparing her recital of how much she liked to suck his cock with his own delight at licking her pussy, thinking that a pussy provided a greater variety of things to do with his tongue. She was obviously enjoying what he was doing: in her hole, sucking on her inner lips, and tickling and nibbling her clitoris. As she moaned appreciatively and chuckled, he thought pussy-licking must be the more delightful oral experience for the pussy-licker, wondering if he could ask her or Lisbet - or his so experienced daughters - their impressions. And it tasted so good! And it gave him more ways to prolong his and her pleasure. Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 03 But he had forgotten something else. Randi drew her thighs up to her shoulders, rocking her hips up with a snicker, and demanded softly: "There too." Of course, he thought, as his tongue found her asshole. She moaned louder and murmured: "You know that feels good too. Hm-hmm! I like that, that we both know how that feels - good!" He nodded with an "uhn-hnnn!" and tried to make it feel as good as he could, as good - maybe better - than she or his wife or daughters had made it feel for him. For sure, Randi let his tongue arouse her asshole for longer than he had with them, or they had aroused his, and its contractions and her aroused moans confirmed her pleasure at what he was doing. Anything and everything she wanted, he thought, surprised when she chuckled and said: "I will too, but now lick my pussy." His tongue returned to it, and she encouraged him, not just with appreciative moans, telling him how good it felt, their eyes meeting a couple of times. But then it was too good for words; she dropped back flat on the table with a more aroused moan, clutching her breasts. He held her hips and looked forward to experiencing her orgasm, knowing it would be a juicy delight for him too. Her pelvis began to twitch, and then with whimpering moans she lost control of her body, her head and shoulders jerking up, as she wet his face with her hot pussy juice. The moment her spasms stilled, he rose up and plunged his cock in her open pussy. "Oh God!" she cried out, as her pussy clutched his cock, and then: "Oh, the devil!" a common Norwegian expression, as he began to fuck her, but she wasn't complaining; after only a few hard strokes, she was coming again. And then she reached up and drew him down over her. After fewer more thrusts of his cock than he expected, he came - stronger than he expected. But she wanted more, locking her feet behind his ass and rocking her hips up to meet the wet sounding slapping of his hips against hers. As he continued to fuck her, surprised by her so intense desire for more - at least as strong as any he had experienced with his daughters or wife - he wondered if it was from her deprivation or because she had a greater capacity for sexual arousal. Whatever? She wanted more, her clutching pussy wanted more, and made his cock want more. He wasn't sure if she came again - or more than once; they were both fucking so vigorously - before he finally came again, obviously together with her. Her pussy juice was running down his thighs, as she gasped a final time with a moaned and cried out: "Oh fuck! Enough!" He slumped over her inert body with a nod, feeling her pussy squeezing his cock, just aware of their stomachs rising and falling with their gasps and moaning sighs. Finally, she murmured: "Oh God, that was good! ... Too much! ... God, it's sinful, ... not morally, I mean, ... just, I shouldn't know it can be that good, that much, ... and the other too, both ways." He rose up on his elbows with a nod, smiling slightly, and agreed: "Maybe. ... But it sure was good." "Hmm! And how good!" "Um-hmm." They both snorted with wry smiles. He rose up, and his cock slipped out of her pussy, with more liquid. They both snorted again, and he murmured: "It was running down my thighs." "Hmm! And down my ass. Don't let me slip off the table." He helped her sit up. As she slid off the table, her ass wiped some of her moisture over the edge, it dripping on the floor. She snorted again and murmured: "I didn't know it could be that much." He nodded, and they smirked at each other. She murmured: "Clean it up first? ... No, I've got to go." "Me too. In the shower together." "Hmm? If you want." They hurried to the bathroom and stepped into the shower stall. He wanted to drop down and taste her stream, but didn't, waiting for her to go first. She looked up at him with a quizzical expression, and then her stream arched out, splashing on his leg. She snorted and shifted so it didn't, murmuring: "I can't aim like you can." "Doesn't matter; I like it, raunchy, but intimate, ... this too." He reached down and caught a handful and brought it up to his mouth. With a very surprised expression, she remarked: "Oh?! You want to taste it?! That too?" He did, nodding, and then replying: "Sometimes. We do a little, when we haven't washed. Tastes less strange than I do." "Hmm?! You like it?!" "Hm-hmm! Sometimes tasting more than just a handful." "Really?! ... Oh?! Really? Like ...?" "Um-hmm, right in my mouth." "Oh gosh! You do?!" "Too late, now." Her stream had died down. She still looked surprised, and then his stream arched out. When he grasped his cock and directed its stream across her thighs and then higher up, she snickered with a slight grin and murmured: "Warm. And Lisbet does that, too? More than just a handful?" "Um-hmm." "Hmm? ... If she does ...." Randi reached down and cupped her hand against her pubic hair, catching what was flowing down on her stomach. With a snort and quick smirk, she brought her hand up and let it flow in her mouth. She snorted again, licking her lips, and then smiling wryly as she murmured: "You were right, not as strange as the other. Hmm! Funny. ... You really get down and ... well, let her do it in your mouth?" "Um-hmm, sometimes." "Hmm! Crazy. But all this is." "Um-hmm, very, ... but very ... good, ... bad? Enjoyable?" "Just 'very', but I'm enjoying it, too." He drew her closer, and they embraced and immediately kissed, the tips of their tongues just confirming that they both wanted to. Then she murmured: "shower," and they separated. As she adjusted the water, she murmured: "I don't know if we should kiss ... like that." "When we're not ... 'making love'? He used the English expression." They washed each other under the shower. He fondled her breasts with soapy hands and then washed her pussy, while his other hand slid down between the cheeks of her ass. When his fingers rubbed over her asshole, she nodded with a chuckle and remarked: "Oh, that was good, real good. I'm always a little surprised when I find my fingers there, or yours or Lisbet's - or a tongue. Hm-hmm! Mine too, when she starts to lick mine." "Um-hmm, about how I feel, both ways, but you wanted me to, and I wanted to." "Real good, thanks. I couldn't ask you to do it. Must feel as good for you, has to feel the same." "I like to think so." She was washing his cock and balls, snorting softly as she watched her fingers push his foreskin back. She murmured: "Maybe next time I can start when you're nice and soft." "Talking to my cock?" he asked with a chuckle. "Hm-hmm! I guess so," she replied, grinning up at him and adding: "And I'll do that too." She soaped her hand again rubbed his asshole. He nodded, returning her grin, and said: "Something to look forward to." "Um-hmm," she agreed with a nod. They rinsed each other, chuckling as they made sure there would be no taste of soap anywhere their mouths could be. When they were drying themselves, he asked: "Do we deserve a beer?" "I think so." They smiled and went to the kitchen. After they had said skaal and drunk, smiling easily at each other, he snorted and asked: "What do you two do?" "Hmm? You need to ask?" "Oh, I guess I meant, how?" "Hm-hmm! Good!" "I assumed that." She grinned at him and replied: "I know what you mean. The first couple of times, we both did ... at the same time. And then - maybe from the stories - one of us wanted to do by herself. Oh, that's good, and she thought so too, just being able to enjoy it to the utmost, either way." "Like when you did it to me?" "Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! Even when I'm doing it to her, just enjoying it so much." "Um-hmm, that's the way I feel, too. Skaal!" "Skaal!" They grinned and drank and grinned again. She snorted and asked: "Anything else you want to know?" "I doubt it. ... Anything in the stories that I can't imagine?" "Hmmm? Want to go sit down?" He nodded, and they returned to the living room, now both sitting on the towel she had put on the sofa. They had a sip of beer, and then she replied to his question: "I don't think so, just more nice situations. She either has had a lot of varied experiences or a very fertile imagination." "Nice." "You want to read some?" "I'd rather have you tell me." "Hmm! If you want. Lisbet liked the one about her brother." He nodded, hoping his expression didn't suggest why. Randi continued: "A couple, in different stories. I told you about her roommate and her boyfriend. After they had done that - and not just that time - her roommate asked him - the only boy she had slept with - if she could sleep with someone else, since he had with her - the authoress." "'What's good for the gander is good for the goose." "Hm-hmm! Something like that. So she arranged for her brother to sleep with her." "Hmm! Hm-hmm! And they did?" "Of course! In the story, anyway, and she joined them. Oh, she had to admit to her roommate that she slept with her brother." "That must have shocked her roommate." "Oh, it did. Can't remember how she managed that in the story, but it worked out, and the three of them spent a night together. She always has more girls than boys - men - in the stories." "Oh, I like that, ... know a little about how good that is." "Hm-hm-hmm! Of course! And we like it that way, too." "I hope so. ... She - the authoress - must like the prickle of writing stories about siblings." "She sure made it seem good with her brother. Oh, she wrote another one as older cousin of a young student who hadn't yet slept with his girlfriend." "But she slept with him?" "Um-hmm, and taught him everything he needed to know." "Hm-hmm! Must have been good." "Um-hmm, and the sequel, when he returns home from looking for a student room. Both sets of parents had assumed that they had already slept with each other and assumed that they would spend the night at her house, her parents already at their cabin." "She does have a lively imagination or a whole lot of experiences." "Um-hmm. ... Oh, in another story, she meets a Swede, and they do, and then she is invited to Stockholm .... No, after his wife visits her, and they do too. And then in Stockholm, all three of them and then the wife's sister. Oh, the sisters had with each other already, and he knew about it." "Hmm! ... Hmmm? Makes one wonder about siblings." "Um-hmm, but I don't have any." "Nor I." "But two daughters, and Lisbet's brother." "Hmm? You want me to ask them?" "Gosh, no!" Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 04 With beers after their shower, Randi continued telling about the erotic stories she and Lisbet had read. "She sure made it seem good with her brother. Hm-hmm! I mean the authoress made what her main character did with her brother." "Hmm? Sounded like the authoress might really have done it with her own brother?" "Um-hmm, it sounded like it, that she was only telling her own experience in the third person." "Must have been good, maybe wanting readers to think that she was." "Hm-hmm! About what Lisbet said. Oh, she wrote another one as older cousin of a young student who hadn't yet slept with his girlfriend." "But she slept with him?" "Um-hmm, and taught him everything he needed to know." "Hm-hmm! Must have been good." "Um-hmm, and the sequel, when he returns home from looking for a student room. Both sets of parents had assumed that they had already slept with each other and assumed that they would spend the night at her house, her parents already at their cabin." "She does have a lively imagination or a whole lot of experiences." "Um-hmm. ... Oh, in another story, she meets a Swede, and they do, and then she is invited to Stockholm. No, first his wife also visits her, and they do too. And then in Stockholm, all three of them and then the wife's sister. Oh, the sisters had with each other already, and he knew about it." "Hmm! ... Hmmm? Makes one wonder about siblings." "Um-hmm, but I don't have any." "Nor I." "But two daughters, and Lisbet's brother." "Hmm? You want me to ask them?" "Gosh, no!" They laughed, he wondering what he would have replied, if she had said yes. They sipped their beers and continued talking about the stories. When they had finished their beers, Randi suggested that it was time for lunch. He followed her to the kitchen. She started preparing lunch. When he offered to set the table, they both smirked and remembered that traces of their loving making had to be wiped up. He did, and set the table. When he returned to the kitchen, seeing her again, naked, was a slight surprise for an instant, apparently for her, too, when she glanced at him, at first with a wry expression, then smiling with a slight nod. Then she grinned and remarked: "Oh, I forgot: that young student also had younger sister." "Really? That too?" "Um-hmm, it always seems just reasonable in her stories." "Hmm?! And ...?" "Oh, his sister's boyfriend - sort of a boyfriend. He was shy, and they had only kissed. He was visiting relatives here on the West Coast, first with his parents in their place here in Bergen and then for a week with them at their cabin. They had two daughters." "Hmm! I can see where this is going." "Um-hmm! Hm-hmm, and they ... well, sort of seduced him." "Both of them?" "Hmm! A team effort. So when he returned home, she was surprised that he was less shy." "And liked that?" "Of course!" They grinned, and Randi handed him a bowl of salad and plate of cold meat to put on the table, asking if he wanted another beer. He nodded, and then they were sitting down to eat, both again for a moment more aware that they were naked. After serving themselves and skaals, he asked: "That was the end of the story?" "That one. The sister also visited their older cousin in Oslo, and then her brother is there, invited for dinner once a fortnight and spending the night." "Hmm! Lucky guy. ... Oh, if those sisters seduced her boyfriend, where were their parents?" "Too convenient! They had two cabins: one with just one bedroom - the parents' - and a larger living room, etc., and a cabin nearby with two bedrooms and just a small common area. His parents slept in one room and the girls in the other. The first week, he slept on a cot in the common area, but then his parents returned home. Well, you can imagine the rest." "I sure can." He hoped his reply wasn't too emphatic as he recognized that story described exactly his family's cabins and was too close to what the girls had told him about Johan's first visit to be fiction. To meliorate his remark, he added - hoping Lisbet hadn't mentioned that they had two cabins like that: "But it sounds pretty farfetched." "Lisbet thought so, too." "She read it?" "Um-hmm, and liked it. Don't know why I forgot it before. She said something about hoping her - your - daughters weren't like that." "Hmm! I do too," he agreed, relieved that Lisbet hadn't said anything, but wondering how the writer could have thought to describe so closely what Britta and Maren had done with Johan, if he or his girlfriend could have told the writer. They smiled and drank together, and continued eating in silence for a few moments. Then he changed the subject, smiling wryly and asking: "And what do you do, when you aren't reading such stories?" She snorted, accepting his change of topic, and they finished lunch talking about other things. After cleaning up in the kitchen, they looked at each, smiling slightly with quizzical expressions. After a moment, she suggested softly: "Nap, or newspaper?" "Hmm? ... Whatever you want?" "Hmm! Do you think we could just take a nap?" "Do you think we could just read the paper?" "Hm-hmm! I don't know. We could try." "We could. ... Hm-hmm! I wonder if she anticipated our having so much time together, ... having to figure out how to spend it." "I doubt it." They exchanged slight smirks. After a moment, he asked: "Want to go out for dinner this evening?" "And put on clothes?" He saw her eyes glance down and up at him, and his also did at her. He snorted and replied: "Well, that seems usual." "Hm-hm-hmm! Of course, but I have everything to cook dinner for us." "And I like your cooking. So, newspaper or nap? Since you suggested the alternatives." "I like a nap on the weekends, but since you mentioned before the newspaper ...?" "You're the hostess; we'll do what you want." They both smiled with soft snorts and went to the bedroom. As she opened up the bed, he remarked: "After the beers," and turned to the bathroom. She followed him, and they use the toilet and washbasin again and her washcloth. Back in the bedroom, she gestured for him to lie down first. He lay down, moving over and lying on his back. She joined him and started to pull up the covers. Then she got up again and closed the door and opened the window a bit, then turning down the thermostat on the radiator. "Good idea," he remarked as she joined him again and pulled the covers. They lay on their backs, just their shoulders touching. They both snorted slightly. After a moment, she remarked: "Can't remember the last time I took a nap like this ... with someone." "Really?" "Not here. Oh, when I once spent a vacation with a guy. That was nice, but more because of ..., well, the thrill of actually doing it, back when, when we would have been too timid to book a room together in a hotel here." "Hm-hmm, I can imagine, know the feeling, so never dared. Where was that?" "In Ireland; they don't ask for ID." "Signed in as mister and missis?" "Um-hmm, and still worried." "Hope it was still good." "But not as good as it could have been, ... if we had known what I do now." "But then we probably wouldn't be here." "Hmm? Maybe, ... but not with him - me with him. A whole week together, ... day and night .... Well, we discovered that was all we had in common, ... and that not so good." "Better that way than not discovering." "Um-hmm." They were silent for a while, so long that he began to feel drowsy. He murmured: "I snore, when I sleep on my back, at least, she says I do." "Hmm? ... Oh, he did, too. At the time, that disturbed me, thought it was sort of ignoring my presence, his just lying there as though I didn't exist." "Hope that wasn't the problem." "No, ... just part of it." "I seldom fall asleep lying on my back." "But when you do, you snore?" "Probably when I've had too much to drink." "Hm-hmm! But we haven't. ... Which side?" "Doesn't matter; your choice." "Are you being difficult?" "No, just trying to be a nice guest." "Hmm! Hm-hmm! Then towards me, with your arm around me. I used to like that." "And I do, too. Just didn't want to seem too forward." "After what we've done?" He only snorted, and they rolled on their sides, then moving closer, as she moved his hand up on her breast. He squeezed it, and she squeezed his hand, and they were silent. He wondered if they could really fall asleep, if she could fall asleep, lying with a man's hand on her breast, wondering when the last time she had had been. She squeezed his hand again slightly and murmured: "nice." He hoped she could relax and tried to himself, listening to her even breathing, remembering that he had usually fallen asleep in that position after having sex with Lisbet, Maren, Britta. Why Maren before Britta? Anyone else? Of course, but he couldn't remember her name or the actual occasion, just that he knew he had. Randi's hand slipped down from his. Nice, he thought, that she could doze off. If she could, he could, and if she wanted to do something when they woke up, that would be nice, especially nice, that they had managed to go to sleep together without doing anything first. He dozed off ... and dreamt, eventually. He was with two young girls, faceless young girls, and he was still a teenager with no experience. The girls also seemed not to have much experience, but they were taking the initiative, and he was letting them, embarrassed, apprehensive of what would develop, especially when he became aware of his cock and knew that the girls could see it. And they were all naked! They could see his stiff cock! Terribly embarrassing! But they weren't, also not about his seeing them naked. They just smiled - somehow still faceless - and then one wanted to touch his cock! She did! He let her! And even rubbed it in her warm hand! And she rubbed it! For some reason, pressing, something pressing against his lap, and she moaned softly. He woke up, immediately aware that his cock was between someone's thighs. The experience was too familiar to surprise him, although he didn't know or care whose thighs they were, still more involved in his dream, wanting it to continue, and thinking it might, when the girl moaned again. But then a hand found his hand, and he was aware that his arm really was around someone - a female, of course - and her hand put his back on her breast. His dream had only been a dream. Which girls? He was lying with his arm around a woman with his cock between her thighs. Suddenly, he remembered that he was with Randi, that they had taken a nap - and really fallen asleep! But now his stiff cock was between her thighs. He squeezed her breast, and she squeezed his hand with another soft moan. Didn't Lisbet know?! No, she had instigated his being there with Randi - randy Randi. "What do you want to do?" she murmured, squeezing his hand again." "Anything you do," he murmured. "Hmm? Anything it wants to do?" "Anything you want to do with it." "Hm-hmm! Only two alternatives." "Um-hmm. Or one and then the other." "Mmmm! I would like that. "Um-hmm." "How did it get there?" "Dream, something like that story, my being with those two sisters." "Hmm! Nice! And they seduced you?" "Almost, not yet. Suddenly we were all naked - embarrassing, but they weren't, but I sure was, with it sticking out." "Hm-hmm! I know where." "When I woke up, and then I did, too." "Hmm! Nice, that we really went to sleep, so that you could dream that." "Um-hmm. I could have expect that, ... not the dream." "You have more experience than me." "But I love what you do." "Me too, now." He squeezed her breast again. She chuckled and rolled back against him. He moved back and let her lie on her back. She reached down and found his cock, still a good handful, and chuckled again, asking: "Will it get all small again? So that I can start with it like that?" "Hmm? Maybe, but maybe not, if you keep holding it." She fondled his cock and murmured: "I'd rather hold it; I can wait." "I can too, and it likes to be held." "Hm-hmm, that's good," she replied, fondling it some more. They both chuckled, and he fondled one of her breasts. "Mmmm, nice, just being able to be like this, no hurry," she murmured. "Um-hmm, very." They exchanged warm chuckles, when his cock responded to her fondling, and her nipple popped out, letting him squeeze it between two fingers. "Who were the girls ... in your dream?" "Hmm? No faces, even though I saw them smile. Must have been the ones in the story." "Of course. ... Hm-hmm! Sometimes I dream that I'm one of the girls in the stories." "And then?" "Hm-hmm! Then I wake up and keep fantasizing." "And do what feels good?" "Of course. Oh, the last few weeks, I think the dreams have been about Lisbet and then with you, but - like your girls - faceless." "Maybe next time you can admit that I'm the man." "Hmm! 'The man of my dreams?' No, of course not like that, just not faceless." "While I'm doing something that feels good." "Um-hmmm! Your eyes smiling up at me, while .... Hm-hmm! Don't want to arouse you with my fantasizes." "Tell me another time. Maybe I will learn something new to do." "You won't; you wouldn't. ... That was a compliment." "Same to you." "Thanks, but I haven't done it yet when it's all small." "It won't be, as long as you keep doing that." "I know, but it's so nice to be able to. I just love - shouldn't have used that word - to be like this, able to talk about it; never did before." "It is. Lisbet and I like that we also now do." "Nice, and nice that you thought to mention her." "Um-hmm." Their hands stilled, and they were silent for a while. His cock softened in her hand, and her nipple slipped from between his fingers. His cock retreated in the loose grasp of her fingers, as they almost dozed off again. Then he moved slightly as his muscles relaxed completely, stirring her. Her fingers recognized that his cock no longer filled her hand, closing a little, only three fingers around it. She hummed with a soft, questioning "uhn?" waking him up. His fingers recognized that they were on her breast and held it. She chuckled softly and murmured: "Won't get any smaller," and tightened her fingers around his small cock for a moment. "Uhmmm, no," he murmured in agreement, squeezing her breast. They both chuckled. She took her hand away, murmuring: "Before it changes its mind." He nodded and squeezed her breast again, then chuckled and whispered: "Just don't tell it what you want to do." She rolled towards him with chuckle, raising her head over his and whispering in his ear: "I want to suck him, ... and your balls. Mmmm! And do that too." "Um-hmm, you forgot them before." he whispered back, and they both snickered. "On the table, you this time," she replied, no longer whispering. "And then you." "Mmmmm!" He flung back the covers. The cool air surprised them. She murmured: "It's warmer in there." They chuckled and left the bedroom, closing the door and hurrying to the table. As he leaned against it, they looked at each other - down and up - smirking. She dropped to her knees, smiling up at him as her hand slid up to fondle his sack. She looked back down at his cock and murmured: "If I want it when it's still small, I better forget about them." "Um-hmm." They snorted, and she raised his still soft cock to her lips. He watched them slip around it and felt her suck it into her mouth until her nose was brushing in his hair. He chuckled warmly in appreciation, and she responded, caressing it with her tongue, and then humming, as it grew larger in her mouth. "Uhnn!" she responded as it began to stiffen, drawing her head back and licking the back of its head. It surged, and he moaned. When it surged again, he wondered if she had forgotten about wanting to lick and suck his balls. It seemed like it. He murmured: "And my balls?" She nodded and drew her head back. Without looking up at him, she nodded again and said: "And that too; sit on the table." He reached back and pushed himself up on the table. She glanced up with a nod and then back down at his bobbing cock. She had to massage his sack and balls before she could suck one into her mouth. She closed her mouth around and caressed it with her tongue, humming. He hummed in response, appreciating that her deeper hum vibrated better on it than the higher-pitched hum of one of his daughters -- forgetting which one at the moment. She glanced up at him with smiling eyes. He smiled with another hum and said: "Feels good; nicest way prolong my pleasure." She nodded, sucking and caressing and humming for a few moments more. Then she let it slip from between her lips. As her fingers scratched behind his other ball, she murmured: "Mine too." Then his other ball was in her mouth, receiving the same mildly arousing sensations. When it slipped out, her hands urged him to raise his legs, while she murmured without glancing up: "And now that too." As he drew them up and dropped back on the table, he replied softly: "Can't surprise either of us now." She nodded and pushed the cheeks of his ass apart, and then he felt the tip of her tongue. It lapped over his asshole. When it contracted, she chuckled, and he responded: "Oooh! Still a little surprising." "Uhn-hnn," she agreed, but her tongue didn't hesitate to explore and find its center and probe, and she chuckling in her throat, when it contracted again, and a few more times with the tip of her tongue probing almost in its grasp. He moaned and chuckled with her. Finally, her tongue licked up to his balls. His cock was sagging towards him. She snorted softly and murmured: "Silly, sort of." "But I liked it, thank you." "I did too, but still a little silly, strange, that we do." She glanced up passed his cock at him and murmured: "And now the real treat." "Mmmmm! Um-hmmm! ... before yours, mine." When she grasped his cock and pulled towards her, he propped himself up on his elbows and watched her lips slip around the head of his cock, which immediately responded to her sucking and licking. They both moaned. It was soon obvious that she wanted her treat without further prolongation of his pleasure; when his cock twitched and surged, it seemed only to increase her efforts. He moaned and murmured: "You do it so good; you must enjoy it almost as much as I do." "Uhn-hnnn!" she agreed emphatically with a nod, bobbing her head as she licked and sucked, "Fucking good," he murmured, feeling the head of his cock rubbing against her pallet and feeling that his sack and drawn up in her hand, that her fingernails were scratching behind it. His hips began to twitch. She nodded again with another moan. She wanted him to come, he thought, wanted him to spurt his semen in her mouth, wanted to feel it spurt in her throat and to taste it. Was fucking any better than this?! He moaned and then grunted as he felt his first ejaculation shoot through his thrusting cock. She moaned, and they both moaned each time he spurted again, and then exchanged softer moans as her tongue savored and caressed his cock with the creamy liquid. After a moment or two, she sucked gently and raised her head, letting his cock slip from between her closed lips. She smiled up at him, then obviously swallowing, and murmured: "I missed something good when I was younger." "I did, too - this, ... and now what I want to do." "Hm-hmm! Missed that, too." They both nodded with a chuckle. He sat up and helped her stand up with his hands under her arms. They slid down and drew her to him, as his ass slipped off the table, her firm breasts pressed against his chest. Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 04 "But not yet," he murmured, adding: "first kissing your cock-sucking mouth." She chuckled as he did, his tongue thrusting between her lips, their tongues caressing. After a few moments, he retrieved it and murmured: "Now I want to taste you. Tastes better." "Hmm, I don't think so, not any more. ... Hm-hmm! But if you do, I sure want you to." They chuckled again and turned to let her get on the table. He helped her up. She immediately dropped back on her elbows, smirking at him as she drew her thighs up and between them watched him drop to his knees. She snorted and let her thighs flop open, remarking: "Utterly shameless! ... Lick my pussy; make me come." He did, and not just licking her pussy, sharing their pleasure for tongue and asshole arousal. When his tongue returned to her pussy, she encouraged him, not just with appreciative moans, telling him how good it felt, their eyes meeting a couple of times. But then it was too good for words; she lay back flat on the table with a more aroused moan, clutching her breasts. He held her hips and looked forward to experiencing her orgasm, knowing it would be a juicy delight for him too. Her pelvis began to twitch, and then with whimpering moans she lost control of her body, her head and shoulders jerking up, as she wet his face with her hot pussy juice. The moment her spasms stilled, he rose up and plunged his cock in her open pussy. "Oh God!" she cried out, as her pussy clutched his cock, and then: "Oh, the devil!" a common Norwegian expression, as he began to fuck her, but she wasn't complaining; after only a few hard strokes, she was coming again. And then she reached up and drew him down over her. After fewer more thrusts of his cock than he expected, he came - stronger than he expected. But she wanted more, locking her feet behind his ass and rocking her hips up to meet the wet sounding slapping of his against them. As he continued to fuck her, surprised by her so intense desire for more - at least as strong as any he had experienced with his daughters or wife - he wondered if it was from her deprivation or because she had a greater capacity for sexual arousal. Whatever? She wanted more, her clutching pussy wanted more, and made his cock want more. He wasn't sure if she came again - or more than once; they were both fucking so vigorously - before he finally came again, obviously together with her. Her pussy juice was running down his thighs, as she gasped a final time with a moaned and cried out: "Oh fuck! Enough!" He slumped over her inert body with a nod, feeling her pussy squeeze his cock again, for a while, just aware of their stomachs rising and falling with their deep breaths and sighs. Finally, she murmured: "Oh God, that was good! So good again! [Apologies to attentive readers who recall that they fucked the same way in the morning. How could it be much different, any better?] He nodded and kissed her, their tongues just mildly caressing for a moment. He rose up and helped her sit up, his cock slipping out of her pussy and dropping down. She snickered and murmured: "I'm leaking again; from me or you?" "Maybe more from you; I'd like that." "Hm-hmm! And I'd like that it's more from you." "Enough, more than I expected." They chuckled, smirking at each other. Then with a wry expression, she asked: "Are we funny or something, wanting to do it so much?" "Hmm? Not funny, more like late starters, or a second youth, ... with Lisbet, too." "Um-hmm, with her too, and that we both discovered that we like it together." "Like I do, too." "Nice," she agreed, stroking his cheek. Then she chuckled, wrinkling her nose, and said: "'Second youth.' I like that. Hm-hmm! I feel like I imagine maybe your daughters do, doing it -- whatever, what all they're doing with their boyfriends. Hmm? Do they all with each other?" "I'm not going to ask them, but probably, ... well, I could imagine that they could, sharing, like in the stories." "Like you and Lisbet do." "And you." "More both of you sharing. ... Crazy!" "Maybe. Maybe just not as unusual as one would think, if the authoress writes so much about it." "Yes, we can blame her. Without the stories, this would never have happened, be happening." "Is happening'," he confirmed. She nodded, looking like she wanted to kiss him, or for him to kiss her. Before he reacted, she murmured: "We shouldn't. Wash? Shower again?" "I need one after that." "Me too." They smiled and went to the bathroom. Under the shower, they just rinsed each other. He fondled her breasts and then washed her pussy, and she washed his cock and balls. Their hands slid around and rinsed each other's asshole, almost embracing again, their bodies in contact from their thighs to her breasts on his chest. She looked up at him with a chuckle as her fingers did a little more than rinse, and his did the same, both of them smirking slightly. He snorted and murmured: "This could become an excuse to kiss again." "If we needed one, but I don't think we need to right now." He nodded with a smile, and they let their hands slip back, but still held the other's hip close for a moment longer. She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower and handed him the towel he had used before - one of the two fresh towels she had put out before he arrived. Smiling at each other, they dried themselves. He murmured: "You were probably right about the kissing, but I don't think she would mind, ... probably would assume it would happen, if she had thought beyond the table." "Hmm! Probably, ... just still a little funny, wanting to, standing under the shower together like that - with another woman's husband - and, of course, after 'that'." "But no question that she wanted 'that'." "Hm-hmm! I guess not." They smiled again. She had to dry her hair and reached for her hairdryer. He sat on the toilet and enjoyed watching her, enjoying watching how her breasts moved as she guided the hairdryer and brushed her hair up with her other hand. She smiled with a slight smirk, obviously aware of where his eyes were directed, and murmured: "I like this too, having you watch me." He glanced up at her face and replied: "Hmm? Was I staring?" "But I liked it, ... having someone - you - appreciate how I look." "Very nice, ... and not just to be flattering after having been caught staring." "Hm-hmm, and I like to look at you, too." They both snorted with smiles and slight nods. When he spread his thighs a little, she snorted again with another nod and grin. They were silent until she finished drying her hair, just exchanging smiles when their eyes met after focusing elsewhere. As she turned off the hairdryer, she said: "I think I can start preparing dinner now." "Um-hmm. Can I help?" "Set the table. Oh! Hm-hmm! Have to clean it up first." They both chuckled and left the bathroom. They snorted at the sight of the slick areas on it and the floor where their juice had dried. She fetched a moist dishcloth and towel and began to wipe them, presenting him with a view of her pussy between her thighs as she stooped to wipe the floor. He snorted and remarked: "Did I tell you that you have a pretty pussy?" She snorted and turned her hips to the side, glancing back at him with a smirk and asking facetiously: "Can't you think of anything else?" "Hm-hmm! Guess not, ... at least, when I happen to see it." "Hmm! Try to ... for a while. ... Aren't they all the same?" She finished wiping the floor and stood up, waiting for his reply. "Hm-umm. Not flattering to Lisbet, but, well, after a couple of kids .... Oh! She said you did, before we met." "Hmm! She did?!" "Um-hmm, she was right, not just wanting to make you sound attractive." "Hm-hm-hmm! She had to talk you into joining us?" "Not very hard; I was just dubious about how it would be." "Not any more than I was. ... Hm-hmm! She didn't tell me about you, ... not like that." She grinned and added: "Didn't have to." They both snickered, and he followed her to the kitchen. She hung up the towel and rinsed the dishcloth, giving him a smirk, and then asked: "Something to drink? Hm-hmm! We can get a little high, since you don't have to drive home." "Um-hmm, good idea. Hmm? Might be all I can still do." "And all I probably want after 'that'. I have wine for dinner, beer or aquavit now?" "Aquavit, ... even if maybe I can then just talk about it." "Hm-hmm! That would be nice, too. The bottle is in the freezer." They grinned and chuckled. He got the bottle and she, glasses, not shot glasses. He poured them half full, and they said skaal and drank, almost emptying their glasses. They smirked at each other and she told him to set the table. When he returned to the kitchen, her glass was empty. He emptied his. She nodded with a grin, and he replenished them. They grinned and drank, again not emptying them. They grinned at each other again with nods. She remarked: "Enough, or I won't be able to cook, but you can refill your glass and go read the paper or something." "Hmm, thanks, ... or remake the bed." "Um-hmm! Nice." He went off and did so, returning to find her glass empty again. She winked with a slight nod and smirk, but refused his gesture to refill it. He poured himself another half glass and then raised it in a silent toast to her and took a sip. They smiled, and she suggested again: "Paper?" "I'd rather stay here, ... to make sure you don't run off and get dressed." "Hmm! Not likely. I told you that I like to stay like this on weekends, ... even just by myself." "Um-hmm. ... Hm-hmm, and doing what?" "Hmm?! Nothing as good as what we've done." "I hope not." "Just as good as I can, ... with the stories, ... and now, thinking about you and Lisbet." "Not much help." "Oh, better. ... Hm-hmm! Especially since she arranged this, ... letting my fantasies go wild." "Mmmm! Mine too, a little. Hope they weren't too good." "Hm-hmm! Better than it has been? No way!" She gave him a grin and reached for his glass and took a sip, remarking: "But that is the last one." They grinned at each other, and he took a sip and leaned against the window sill. She snorted and remarked that it was good that the curtains were closed, and they chuckled. Then she suggested that he open the wine bottle. He did, and for the next half an hour or so in silence, he enjoyed watching her cook, watching her moving unconcernedly naked in the kitchen. As he sipped his aquavit, he couldn't help but compare her figure with those of his wife and daughters - and those of the couple of girls he could remember. Hers was better than Lisbet's, but he knew that already; not really better, just that her breasts were still firmer, more like Britta's and Maren's very firm breasts. What were they doing? God, would they be surprised to know what he was doing?! Have to remember to give their greetings from their grandparents. Would they tell him what they had been doing; their friends probably with them since he left the house and until shortly before he returned home? Would they want to sleep with him when he returned home? Wouldn't they and he have had enough sex by then? Randi interrupted his thoughts with a glance and question: "What have you been thinking about?" He was glad that she turned back to her cooking, not seeing his slight blush as he replied: "That you have a nice figure, and that I must remember to tell the girls greetings from Lisbet's parents, ... and then wondering what they are doing." "Hmm?! With their boyfriends?" "Um-hmm, ... not that a father should, ... any more." "I guess not, if you know that they are." "They are, ... pretty sure they both are with them." "Oooh! All four of them together?" "Um-hmm? Probably." "Hm-hmm! We sure weren't like that." "No." "Hm-hmm! But we are now, pretty much." She turned her head and smiled. He nodded, returning her smile, and they were silent again. After a few moments, she snorted and then asked softly: "You mean ..., you think the girls do it with each other, too?" "Hmm? I'm not going to ask, but if you and Lisbet do, ... and we like that you do. Hmm? Why shouldn't they? ... Not just because they are sisters." "Hmm? I guess so. Wonder what their boyfriends think about that, ... if they do, ... if they know?" "Hm-hmm! Probably don't mind, if they are like me; could spoil them for married life, though." "Hadn't thought of that. Yes." "But nice that we ..., well - Lisbet and I - have discovered it and that you are included." "Very, thank you!" She gave him a big smile. He nodded and replied: "Thank Lisbet." She nodded and returned to her cooking, while he thought that he should remember to tell Lisbet about the conversation to avoid her telling Randi that they knew too well what their daughters did. Then Randi was dishing up, and he helped carry the serving dishes to the table. As they sat down, she glanced at where she had wiped away her pussy juice. With a snort, she remarked: "It's never going to be the same again, seeing this table." "Not for me, either." They smirked slightly, and he poured the wine, while she put food on their plates. They said skaal and drank, smiling, and began to eat. He complimented her cooking, and they had a few more bites. Then she glanced at the end of the table again and without looking at him murmured: "Hardly dinner table conversation, ... but now at this table, ... how can she ... or I, ... if we did 'that' again, join in?" She ventured a shy glance over at him. He snorted with slight smirk, and then she smirked, nodding to confirm that she wanted a reply. He sniffed and smirked again, after a moment replying: "Hmm? Well, sort of like when you two do it and I join in, except that one of you just has to enjoying licking." "Of course. I like that, if something else follows." "Didn't the writer have any suggestions?" "Yes, I guess. Kind of forgot about her, thinking about the three of us. Oh, I guess we've really done it about every way we can, just not on the table." "Lisbet's suggestion." "I hope it was - is - as good with her that way." "Oh, yes! But not twice on one day." "Hmm? Maybe we shouldn't tomorrow." He shrugged with a slight nod. She gave him a wry expression again and remarked: "Oh, this is crazy, really! Talking like this about it all: my asking how else we could do it, hoping you had done it with your wife as well as you did with me. Just crazy!" "I think so. Yes, sort of crazy, when you put it that way, not to mention our wondering what our daughters are doing with two friends - together." "That too! I wonder what. A little crazy, my acting like I were their age. I feel a little like I am." She smiled wryly. He nodded with smirk and replied: "Nice, me too, but already with Lisbet." "That's good. Skaal." "Skaal." They drank and smiled at each other, nodding. After a few more bites in silence, Randi looked up and said: "Oh, you must tell her that we did it, like 'that', that it was very ... very good." "Of course, ... but, ... hmm? ... maybe it would be better that you told her ... how good it was." "Oh? Oh, of course. Even if it was her idea, kind of funny, your telling her that." "Um-hmm, what I was thinking. ... Maybe you two should get together without me to find out if this has been a good idea." "Um-hmm. ... But it has been." "Um-hmm, is being, very, ... but ... you two should agree about that." She raised her glass, and they confirmed their consensus, raising their glasses and drinking again with a silent toast. As they set down their glasses, he remarked: "She'll ask how it was. I'll tell her that it was good, but that she should ask you how good." "Hope she doesn't think that it was too good." "Um-hmm." They smiled. He refilled their wine glasses, and they ate for a while. Then Randi snorted softly and murmured: "I can tell her that we figured out how it could be just as good for her." "Hm-hmm! Since we can't do that at home with the girls around." "Um-hmm!" They grinned and raised their glasses again. As they were finishing their meal and having the last of the wine, he thanked her for the dinner. She said that it was nice that he liked it, and they emptied their glasses. As they stood up, she glanced at his cock and remarked: "Funny! I sort of forgot that we were naked." "Me too, even though I could see your nice firm breasts the whole time." "Hm-hmm! And you forgot about the rest?" "Really, ... but not any more." "Even if we have maybe drunk a little too much?" "Just not forgetting." "Hm-hmm! My pretty pussy?" "How could I? You want me to?" "Just not to forget." "Hm-hmm, if that's all. I'll help clean up." They cleared the table and washed the dishes and pots and pans. When he had a hand free, he rubbed her back, or ass, or one of her breasts, when it was convenient. She occasionally rubbed his ass with a wet hand, and they exchanged smiles at their intimacies. He felt that his cock was hanging a little more loosely, but didn't look to check. She did, and let him know with a slight smirk - and it was then hanging even looser. When she had wiped the counter, they hung up the dishcloth and towel. She faced him, smiling with her breasts thrust out, and her hand dropped down and touched his cock, making it swing. She tapped it again with a smirk and murmured: "Lisbet could have told me that you have a nice cock." "Hmm! You said that she didn't need to." "Um-hmm, but I think it is." "Hm-hmm! Me too, but it's the only one I have." "Uhmmm, only one I've had in a long time." "We have all night and tomorrow." "Um-hmm, but it's already night." "I was thinking about later." She tapped it again, it swung a little, but less than before; now fuller. She smirked slightly and murmured: "But I think it thinks it's late enough." As he snorted, her fingers slipped around his cock, filling her hand, and he murmured: "If you think so, but you're still going to have to convince me." "Hmmm! Nothing I would rather do. Maybe I have been thinking about it too much, washing dishes with my hands in the warm water." "Hm-hmm! Is that what happens on the weekends?" "Sometimes, thinking about what I can then do, making myself clean up first." "Hm-hmm! Sounds like Pavlov's dogs." "Um-hmm! But now I don't have to use just my fingers." She squeezed his cock, now full enough to surge in her hand. He snorted and remarked: "Maybe you're right, if you think it can." She smirked and replied: "If I suck on it?" "Oooh! But don't expect that it could be like this morning, both ways." "Hm-umm, just so that I know I can have it in my pussy." "Hmm! You didn't used to talk like that." "But now I do: I want to have your stiff cock in my pussy, in my wet pussy." "I think it want's to be there, too." "It does." She released his cock and turned her hand and grasped it again, moving his skin back and forth. It surged again, now standing up by itself. He chuckled and murmured: "Maybe you know it better than I do. Seems like you won't need to suck it." "But I want to, want to suck your cock." "Just remember that you want it - stiff - in your wet pussy." "I think it is already." "Oooh, nice. Maybe I should found out, ... and we just do that." "Hmmm? But I want it - your stiff cock - in my wet pussy." "Hm-hmm! It likes it either way, ... and I'm the guest here, so whatever you want." "Uhmmm! Nice guest! With a nice cock. ... God, this is fun, being able to say just what I want. I want to suck your cock a little and then have it in my aroused pussy. It already is." Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 04 "And it then tastes so good; why did I suggest that I wanted to be a good guest?" "Hm-hmm! We still have plenty of time for you to be a bad guest." "My choice next time." "Um-hmm, but now mine, ... in the living room." She turned and led him out of the kitchen with his cock still in her hand. He sat down on the chair again, and she dropped to her knees and lowered her head over his cock. She sucked and licked, massaging his balls, as the fingers of her other hand found her pussy. When his sack drew up, she rose up and this time immediately got her feet on the chair beside his hips and guided his cock into her slippery pussy. They both moaned as she sank down on it, sitting on his lap. She chuckled softly as her pussy squeezed his cock and murmured: "Just like I wanted, just to sit here and feel your cock in my pussy ... and squeeze it ..." and she did again: "... and do anything else I want. Hm-hmm!" "Hmm?! I'm afraid to ask." "Have you suck my nipples, and kiss me ... real good - but just 'making love'?" "That will be easy," he interjected. " ... and, ... well, you don't have to do anything else, really; I just want to feel you in me." She paused, and her pussy squeezed his cock again. She continued: "Like that, something better for it to hold, ... while I just sit here." "Hm-hmm! Still sounds easy, ... and very good. Feels good already." "Um-hmmmm!" Her pussy squeezed his cock again, and they nodded with smirks. Then she added: "Oh, if you want to do something else, you can rub my asshole." "Mmmm! While I'm sucking your nipples and - no - or kissing you?" "Uhm-hmmm! ... If it isn't asking too much?" "Don't think so. Are you going to sit still?" "Hm-hmm! As still as I can." They both snickered. His hand slipped down over her ass. He snickered again and murmured: "No one ever told me she wanted all that." "You probably already were or knew." "Maybe, but it is nice to be told, ... rather than just hoping I was doing what she wanted." "Hmm! Stop talking and do what else I want to make my pussy do that without my having to think about it." His fingers found her asshole. She chuckled and said: "Yes, rub ... my asshole. Hmm? Don't think I ever said that word." He did, and more, making her pussy squeeze his cock. She snickered with a nod and murmured: "If my mother could hear me?!" "I hope not." "Hm-hmm! Or see me. She's always been a little worried -- since I didn't marry -- that maybe I wasn't so interested in men." "Want me to tell her?" Randi shook her head with grin, and and let his finger probe, responding with a pleased moan, and his cock twitched in response to her pussy's clutching. She put her arms around his neck and started a kiss, her tongue immediately worming its way between his lips and teeth. As he sucked, their tongues entwining, and then they were in her mouth, and she was sucking. His fingers were having the desired effect, making his cock surge. His other hand found her breast and pinched and twisted her nipple, making her moan, until she released his tongue and murmured: "That too; suck the other one." She loosed her hold around his neck and leaned back, offering her breast. He lowered his head and found its stiff nipple with his mouth, sucking and nibbling, not just with his lips, his teeth holding and and pulling on it. She gave a sharper moan, and her pussy tightened on his cock, but she encouraged him, murmuring: "Oooh! Like that! Both of them." He obliged her with his fingers and mouth, and a finger of his other hand accepted the invitation of her twitching asshole to probe. "Uhnn! Yes!" she agreed, and it slipped further each time her asshole relaxed, her pussy tightening on his cock when it clutched his finger. "Uhn-hn-hnn!" she responded, as the tip of his finger wiggled in her. Her pelvis began to twitch, moving his cock in her pussy, and they both moaned, continuing to moan as his mouth and fingers continued to arouse her - and her twitching pussy aroused him. Her hips began to move more vigorously. He wondered how long she could stand just rocking her hips on his lap, humming as he enjoyed the sensations on his cock and waiting to find out. Finally, her arms tightened around his neck, forcing his head up from her breast, and she blurted out: "Oh God! I can't stand it any longer. Fuck! I have to fuck you!" Her arms pressed down on his shoulders and her hips began to ride up and down on his cock. Involuntarily, when her hips dropped down, his finger plunge as far as it could into her asshole. "God, yes!" she responded, and then her hips were moving up and down on both his cock and finger. His cock was surging and twitching in her clutching pussy, and then he couldn't keep his hips still. They rocked up to meet hers, as he groaned with her. God, he had to come again, he thought, wondering if he could, if she could without his coming. She could - and did, as violently as he could imagine, with as much warm pussy juice as he could imagine - and then he came finally, to his relief, as she slumped against him. He hugged her to him with one arm and then slowly slipped his finger out of her asshole, and held her ass. It was a minute or two before they recovered. Finally, she raised her head from his shoulder and with a snort murmured: "As long as your cock is still in me, we're 'making love'. Thank you." In another situation, her aggressive kiss could have been the start of 'making love', but now it was sort of a postscript, confirming with her tongue what his cock had done, and then his doing the same in her mouth. But then her pussy tightened again, and his cock slipped out. They both snorted, and murmured together: "not any more." They chuckled, and she sat back, and they smiled at each other. He hummed and murmured: "But we sure were." "And how! Thank you, ... again." "'And how!'" he repeated: Thank you!" "No 'thanks'; it was my idea, ... and so good." "Couldn't have been better than it was for me, ... especially since I didn't think it could be again." "Hmm! Wicked, sinful me, making you have to do it again." "Hm-hmm! Making me have to enjoy it again! Just wicked, not sinful." "I'm going to kiss you, anyway." She did, and he did; again, just the tips of their tongues caressing each other for a moment. Then she snorted and murmured: "I'm too old to be sitting like this so long; help me up." "Not 'too old', just unfortunately not in training." "That, for sure." They chuckled, and he helped her raise her hips, holding them as she got her feet back on the floor, and then until she was steady on them. He snorted and murmured: "Funny, that young guys think they have to be on top and do everything." "Um-hmm, when the girls know better what they need." "Hmm! You sure did." "Um-hmm! But only since I met you and Lisbet, ... met her like this." "Hmm?! Nice; it's all her fault." "Um-hmm, nice; so we're just willing partners." "Very willing ones." They chuckled, and he stood up. Since she didn't move back, he embraced her. She nodded, holding them together with her arms around his waist. For a few moments, they enjoyed the sensation of their bodies' being clasped together. Then they separated, smiling slightly at each other. "What now?" she asked. "Too early for bed? A beer? I suppose we could wash, but it's kind of nice to feel ..., well, like we're not that fastidious." "Um-hmm. A beer. And then maybe we can go to sleep." "Hm-hmm! And if we can't, don't expect anything else." "I won't. A beer." They smiled and went to the kitchen. He opened two beers, and with skaals they drank from the bottles. They drank them in silence, just smiling at each other, finishing them more quickly than they would have in company. When their bottles were empty, they smiled and went to the bathroom, where she used the toilet, while he used the washbasin. As he washed his cock, she murmured: "Maybe I'll want to do that too, tomorrow, like in the shower." Then she joined him, just wiping her pussy with her damp washcloth. Still silent, they went in the bedroom. She drew back the covers and lay down. He joined her and drew the covers up over them, and they got comfortable. When he put his arm around her, she nodded and murmured: "I won't tell you long it has been since I slept someone - really slept, all night." "I didn't ask, ... and this wasn't our idea." "But a very nice one, ... the nicest I could imagine." "Um-hmm, for me too." He added the common Norwegian expressions: "Thank you for the day. Thank you for the evening." "Hm-hmm! And the same to you," she replied, the usual response in Norwegian. She squeezed his hand, that had found her breast. He held her a little closer and blew a warm breath on the back of her neck. She murmured: "Uhmmm, nice, good night." "Good night. Sleep well." "You too." As he was relaxing, he felt her hand leave his and then feel it slid over her hip and down between them, her fingers finding his soft cock. He squeezed her breast, recalling that the daughter sleeping behind him had also usually wanted to go to sleep with her hand cupped around his cock and balls. He expected then another soft comment from Randi, but not what she then murmured: "Hm-hmm! I dreamt a couple of nights ago that I had fallen asleep with your cock in my mouth, just soft like this;" her fingers moved on it: " ... just like a child sucking its thumb to go to sleep, recalling that I did." "Hmm? What was I doing in your dream?" "Nothing, ... that I can remember. ... Oh, I kind of knew that we had been doing it to each other. You know how dreams are. I guess we just stayed that way and fell asleep." "Can't remember that ever happening, ... maybe waking up from a dream thinking someone was, but not all soft then." "Hmm! I guess not." "It's not likely to do anything now, even if you did have it in your mouth." "Your thigh is always a nice pillow." "Yours, too, just the right size." "Hmmm? May I try it? Oh, I know we can't sleep like that, won't stay like that, ... but when else can I relive a dream. ... I sort of have been all day." "Um-hmm, me too, ... not so much reliving any dreams, just that it all has been one." "Um-hmm, thank you." "Thank you. If you want to. I like the smell of your warm pussy; can't go to sleep with my tongue in it." "Hm-hmm! I guess not, and I wasn't thinking that you would, just wanted to be a grown-up little girl with a cock instead of a thumb in my mouth." "Hm-hm-hmm! I hope no little girls think about that when they have their thumbs in their mouths." She laughed with him as she rolled over under his arm. She put her arm around him and murmured: "And I wanted to give you a good night kiss." They kissed lightly, and he replied: "I should have said that, but what you've suggested sound sort of like one, too." "Um-hmm." She began to move around under the covers, and he move down the bed a little, drawing up his thigh, and they got comfortable together. He urged her to move her thigh up past his shoulder and arranged the covers over them. "Um-hmm," she agreed and then repeated: "Good night." With her arm around his hips, she drew her head further up his thigh and then his soft cock was in her mouth. He also drew her hips closer, murmuring: "Feels nice. Smells good, too, here; good night." She nodded. He breathed slowly, enjoying the mild warm scent of her pussy, aware that she was also breathing slowly, as he felt her gently suck on his cock, just rhythmic mild sucks, her tongue moving slightly on the foreskin covering its soft head, just holding it in her mouth. He relaxed, breathing with her, and feeling that she also relaxed, her legs and arm moving slightly as the last tension left them. He wondered if little children continued to suck their thumbs after they fell asleep, wondering if she would, but he fell asleep, himself, before he could discover if she stopped sucking his cock. He was roused from his sleep when she extended her leg and rolled on her back. He felt her pull the covers back to free her face. In his half-sleep, he assumed that they must have fallen asleep after making love that way, not considering whom he was sleeping with, with whom he had been making love. He was drifting back to sleep again, when Randi murmured: "Oh, like this? Hm-hmm! Oh! I wanted to do that! I really did it, like in my dream." By the time she had finished speaking, he was fully awake, a little chagrined that he hadn't immediately known where he was and with whom, and that he had forgotten about her dream and wanting to fall asleep with his cock in her mouth. She rolled back towards him and found his cock again with her hand, chuckling. He nodded and agreed: "Um-hmm, you really did, and we really did go to sleep with it in your mouth. I was wondering if children still sucked their thumbs in their sleep, but I fell asleep before you stopped, if you did. It was very nice, felt very good." "Hm-hmm! It did, better than sucking my thumb." "Also nice, that your dream could come true." "Um-hmm, very." She fondled his cock and balls and added: "Sort of just the way a girl should go to sleep after making love all day." "Um-hmm, showing that she still loved his cock even when it couldn't do anything more." "Hm-hmm! Yes! Want me to try again?" "If you want, but I would like to roll over." "Hmm, me too. Move over and I'll come back up and we can sleep like before." "Um-hmm." She clambered over him, as he moved over in the bed, and they curled up together again with his arm around her, holding her breast. "Nice," she murmured, and he blew a warm breath on the back of her neck again, and they were still, soon sleeping. 5 He was roused from his sleep when she extended her leg and rolled on her back. He felt her pull the covers back to free her face. In his half-sleep, he assumed that they must have fallen asleep after making love that way, not considering whom he was sleeping with, with whom he had been making love. He was drifting back to sleep again, when Randi murmured: "Oh, like this? Hm-hmm! OH! I wanted to do that! I really did it, like in my dream." By the time she had finished speaking, he was fully awake, a little chagrined that he hadn't immediately known where he was and with whom, and that he had forgotten about her dream and wanting to fall asleep sucking his cock. She rolled back towards him and found his cock again with her hand, chuckling. He nodded and agreeed: "Um-hmm, you really did, and we really did go to sleep with it in your mouth. I was wondering if children still sucked their thumbs in their sleep, but I fell asleep, before you stopped, if you did. It was very nice, felt very good." "Hm-hmm! It did, better than sucking my thumb." "Also nice, that your dream could come true." "Um-hmm, very." She fondled his cock and balls and added: "Sort of just the way a girl should go to sleep after making love all day." "Um-hmm, showing that she still loved his cock even when it couldn't do anything more." "Hm-hmm! Yes! Want me to try again?" "If you want, but I would like to roll over." "Hmm, me too. Move over and I'll come back up and we can sleep like before." "Um-hmm." She clambered over him, as he moved over in the bed, and they curled up together again with his arm around her, holding her breast. "Nice," she murmured, and he blew a warm breath on the back of her neck again, and they were still, soon sleeping. In the morning, he woke up from a slightly disturbing dream: his cock was in someone's mouth, but without any response in his dream, making him worry about his potency. Once awake, however, he connected the dream with the previous evening and then wasn't surprised that his cock was stiff, its head nestled between her thighs, recalling immediately that he was in bed with Randi. He snorted slightly, understanding his dream as a consequence of all the sex they had had - and probably would have, wondering if he subconsciously had doubts about being able to satisfy her as often as she might want; she had certainly become more direct about telling him. Whatever, at the moment his cock was stiff and where it should be, like so often before with Britta or Maren - and Lisbet, of course. He could wake her up and let it do what it liked. Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 05 In the morning, he woke up from a slightly disturbing dream: his cock was in someone's mouth, but without any response in his dream, making him worry about his potency. Once awake, however, he connected the dream with the previous evening and then wasn't surprised that his cock was stiff, its head nestled between her thighs, recalling immediately that he was in bed with Randi. He snorted slightly, understanding his dream as a consequence of all the sex they had had - and probably would have, wondering if he subconsciously had doubts about being able to satisfy her as often as she might want; she had certainly become more direct about telling him. Whatever, at the moment his cock was stiff and where it should be, like so often before with his daughters, Britta or Maren - and Lisbet, his wife, of course. He could wake her up and let his cock do what it liked. His hand had dropped down from her breast. It found it again, and he rocked his hips forward, pushing his cock a little further between her thighs. She stirred slightly with soft hum. Then her hand found his, and she hummed again, then murmuring: "Nice. Good morning." "Um-hmm, very. Good morning." He rocked his hips. She snorted and squeezed his hand and chuckled and rocked hers back, remarking: "Oooh! Like that, already. Hm-hmm!" "Um-hmm, it likes to wake me up like this." "Hm-hmm! Nice. Sometimes when I wake up I wish I had a cock - not like that - one like yours to enjoy." He rocked his hips again, and she did, both chuckling softly as his cock moved between her thighs, continuing as he asked: "And then you do what you can?" "Um-hmmm! If I have time to in the morning." "We have plenty of time." "Um-hmm, ... and you have a cock ..." "For you to enjoy," he interjected." "Hm-hmm! And I have a pussy for you to enjoy." "Oooh! What a nice coincidence! Show it to him." "Hm-hm-hmm!" She reached down between her thighs, and her fingers found the head of his cock. Snorting, they both moved a little so that she could guide it to her opening, and then he moved again, pushing it further in. "Uhmmm!" she moaned in response, and her pussy tightened for a moment. "Can we do it like this? I never have." "Without Lisbet. Um-hmm, nice and slow." "Hm-hmm! Just the way I want it, for as long as we can." "Um-hmm, me too." He moved down the bed a little so that he could push it a little deeper in her pussy. Then he reached down and urged her to raise her thigh and roll on her back. When she did, he moved his hips closer in behind hers and held her other thigh between his, pushing his cock all the way in her pussy. It squeezed it again, and she hummed, turning her head to him with a smile. He returned it as he reached over and squeezed her other breast. She snorted softly, and her pussy held his cock tighter again, making it twitch. Then she grinned and said: "Oh, this is great: going to sleep with it in my mouth and then waking up with it almost already in my pussy, and now in it, like I sometimes - too often - want when I wake up, ... but never thinking of doing it like this." "Um-hmm, just nice and lazy." "Hm-hmm! You must know; my good luck that you do." "Mine, too. It just loves to be held like you're doing." "And I love to hold it; it just belongs in there, ... not necessarily yours, of course; I'm just lucky to be able to borrow Lisbet's." "We're both lucky that she wanted me to lend it to you." "Mmmm, yes." He fondled her nipple. She nodded with a slight smile and then murmured: "Since you know, how long can we do this?" "As long as you want, if you keep reminding it how much you like to hold it." She snorted and clutched his cock with her pussy, remarking: "Like that?" "Um-hmm, or do whatever you like to do that feels good." "Hmmm! Play with myself." "You know what feels good." "Too well, ... too often, ... since Lisbet and I met again, and much too often since we did." She snorted again and began to rub her pussy. They both chuckled and then exchanged soft moans when her pussy tightened and his cock twitched. For a while, she just rubbed gently, enough to make his cock twitch every now and then, but then began to rub more vigorously, moaning with each breath. He murmured: "Remember, you want it to take a long time." Her fingers stilled. She snorted and agreed: " Yes, easy to forget. ... Hm-hmm!" "Um-hmm." "Hmmm! ... Will you come if I do, ... without doing anything?" "Probably. No, I think, for sure, but I can't promise that I wouldn't do anything." "Hm-hmm! Probably not. ... And, ... uh, ... sometimes I like to do it again. Not sure I would, if a cock is in my pussy." "You sure wanted to again yesterday on the table." "Oooh, and how! But you were fucking me so good. If you don't do anything, as little as possible?" "I'm lazy; I think it would be very enjoyable." "And you would come again?" "I'd sure want to, so probably, ... if you let me fuck you." "Of course!" They smirked, and she began to rub again. This time, when she became more aroused - and also his cock - he let her continue, his fingers doing what they could with her nipples to help. Her eyes were closed, and it seemed apparent to him, that for her it was a solo experience, just heightened by having his cock to fill her pussy and clutch. Her fingers were going wild, as she moaned and then began to gasp. Despite his efforts to control his hips, the insistent clutches of her pussy forced him to give in to his aroused reflexes. When her head and shoulders jerked up with loud grunt, he had to thrust harder, and his cock surged and spurted, and her warm pussy juice flowed. She moaned in response, and her body jerked again, as he spurted again, and then three or four more times, until her fingers stilled, and her body relaxed. She sighed with a long moan. After a few deep breaths, her eyes open, and after a moment she turned her head to him, smiling slightly and then murmuring: "God, that was good, ... and you came, too. I never felt it like that before. Hmm! Too much fucking movement." "Um-hmm, real good, for me too, just letting you milk my cock." "Hmm! My pussy sure did. He nodded. She extended her fingers and felt his cock, where it disappeared in her pussy. They slid back up to her clitoris and began to rub gently back and forth over it. She snorted and murmured: "And now again, and you can fuck me. ... Hm-hmm! I guess that was more just doing it to myself, ... sorry, ... but so good, so much better than when I really am just by myself." "Um-hmm. It sort of looked like that, but it was still just as good for me, ... also because I could enjoy it without the 'fucking movement'." "Hm-hmm! Lazy." "No, just you were making it happen, like when you suck my cock." "Hmmm! And I'm going to do that again today, ... at least once." "Hm-hmm! I hope so. ... But for now ..." "Um-hmm." Her fingers moved less gently, and he rocked his hips, pleased that his cock was still stiff enough. Then it was stiffer again. This time, her eyes stayed open, glancing over at him, as she moaned. When it started to get better, he curled his head down and began to suck her nipple. "Oh yes!" she encouraged, and then his mouth and fingers were doing things that might have been painful, but she just moaned in response, as her fingers moved even faster. He let his hips do what they wanted, and then they both were moaning - pulsing moans: "uhn-un-unn!" - as his cock pumped in her pussy with wet noises. Then she began to spasm, in her pussy and her whole body, with more intense moans and then crying out: "Oh God! Fuck!" With loud grunts, he came again in her clutching pussy, his orgasm as intense as before, a great relief for his cock and for him after his exertion. With a moaning sigh, he let her nipple slip from his mouth and rolled his shoulder back, just holding her other breast as he caught his breath. For a minute or two, they both just moaned each time they exhaled. Then she held his hand and turned her head and murmured: "God, that was good!" He just nodded with slight smile. She returned it and continued: "Mmmm! I can't say I love you, but I love what you do for me, the way you 'make love'." "The way we 'make love'." "Um-hmm, 'the way we "make love".' Kiss me." They untangled their legs, and she rolled towards him, half on him with her leg between his, and kissed him, her tongue caressing his, as they embraced. She retrieved her tongue and murmured: "But I got to go to the bathroom. Hmm! As if I didn't already wet the bed." "Um-hmm, something like that." As she began to get up, she said: "And I want to do that, really taste that too. Hm-hmm! I hope you can wait till I've gone." "Until I have done it first." "Hm-hmm! Hurry." In the shower, they smirked, and he dropped to his knees. She looked down at his waiting face, his mouth open and tongue extended. She snickered, and then her stream arched out. He closed his eyes and moved his face into it, letting it fill his mouth and then having to close it to swallow. He did that a few times more, until her stream died down, and then held her hips and kissed and licked her pussy. When he looked up at her, she snorted with a wry grin and murmured: "If you can, I can." He stood up, and she knelt down and grasped his cock, just looking at it as she waited for his stream. She snickered as it started, splashing in her chest. She directed it to her nipples and then up to her face and open mouth. As it filled it, she responded with a strange sounding "awnnn", and then had to swallow, it splashing on her face when she closed her mouth. She swallowed more mouthfuls and then sucked his cock in her mouth. He snorted and held it with her, stroking a few more drops from it. She snorted and sucked and licked for a moment and then raised her head with a very wry grin and licking her lips. He helped her stand up, and they smirked at each other, then chuckled and embraced and kissed again. When they separated, he snorted and remarked: "I don't think that is 'making love', but it still seemed right to kiss afterwards." "Hmm! I think so too," and they did, chuckling as their tongues explored for a few moments. Then she murmured: "Also a little crazy, but they also did that in a couple of stories." "Then we aren't really so crazy." "Hmm? I'm not sure. And now to shower." "And shave." She rubbed his cheek with a nod as she asked: "Where's your razor?" "Hmm? In my coat or jacket pocket." "I'll get it after our shower." "Thanks." They had a good shower with lots of soapsuds and special attention to each other's erogenous zones. After they had dried themselves, she went and got his razor and toothbrush and offered to start making breakfast while he shaved. He offered to make a big omelette for them. She was delighted with his suggestion and went off to do everything else. His four egg omelette with ham and cheese and onion was a great success. As they were eating, she remarked: "Lisbet is very dutiful about visiting her parents - my good luck this weekend." "Um-hmm, he agreed. Maybe his slightly wry expression from knowing why caught her eye. She glanced at him again and asked: "Oh, I know about her mother, but visiting them every couple of weeks ...?" "Hmm?" "What's that mean?" "Hmm? ... Her brother also visits them." "That's nice, but ..., well, ... not much special about that." He wasn't sure whether he had nodded or shook his head, but she added: "Or is there?" "Hmm? ... Hmmmm?" This time he knew that he nodded. She looked at him with a quizzical expression, waiting. He snorted, feeling that he was blushing slightly, and finally replied: "They sleep with each other." "They do?! Brother and sister?! And you know?!" "Um-hmm, ... kind of always have, ... well, ... did, except for the last twenty years or so." "Really?! And she told you?!" "Um-hmm, after her first visit this summer." "Oh, gosh! ... Oh?! And what about her parents? Do they know?" "Her dad does, ... always did." "He does? 'Always did'?! When did that start?" "Hmm? Don't know if I should have started telling you this." "But you have. I won't tell her. ... Oh, maybe that's why she doesn't mind your being here." "Could be. I guess we're a pretty liberal family: the girls and their friends, this, and that, although I didn't know it till last summer." "Hmm! I guess so. ... And her dad always knew? When did it start?" "They shared a room at the cabin, and when he returned from his military service after two years, ... well, she wanted to see male, hadn't till then, and got undressed with him without turning away, and he did, and ... well, .... As she told me, he didn't mind letting her see what she wanted and that it wasn't unaffected by his view of her." "Hmm? So they did?" "Um-hmm." "Hm-hmm, why she liked the story about the brother. Oh, and maybe why she thought to share you with me, since you accepted that you were sharing her with him?" "Something like that, I guess." "And their father knew, ... and didn't do anything?" "He found a condom wrapper. Oh, she didn't know that until last summer, when he told her. Of course, he had wanted to say something, but then decided it would be easier to ignore it, since they were obviously being careful, and it would just be a big scene, and they might still, anyway." "Oh, my gosh! So they kept sleeping with each other until they got married or were sleeping with a friend, and then they got back together last summer?" "Something like that." "And you aren't - weren't - upset?" "I guess not. Surprised, but if they always had, ... and I wasn't there." "Hmm? Hm-hmm! Just here, now, ... so she can't mind either." "I hope not. ... Oh, her brother really liked that she did - does - something they hadn't done before." "Hm-hmm, sucking his cock." "Um-hmm, and he now likes to do it to her, too." "Hmm! She tells you everything. Hm-hmm! Nice that they can do it even better now." "Um-hmm. So that's why she's so dutiful about visiting her parents." "Hmm! So she can ... sleep with her brother. ... Oh, but they couldn't just say that they wanted to." "No, of course not. The parents use their two rooms now, and she was using the parents' room, you know, twin beds together. When he came to visit, she said that he didn't have to sleep on the couch, that they had always share the room at the cabin. Of course, now with hindsight, their dad must have understood." "Hmm! I guess so. ... Nice to know that she was also enjoying herself last night." "Um-hmm." They grinned at each other, a little wryly, and chuckled and then laughed. He remarked: "I like the way your breasts move when you laugh." She put her hands up under them, lifting them slightly with a smile, and replied: "I like to feel them move, too," and she moved them alternately, grinning at him. Then she asked: "Don't you like to feel yours move - not your breasts, of course?" "Of course! Nice, at the cabin, without underpants, feeling them move in my shorts." "Hm-hmm! Like when I don't wear a bra and feel them moving in a blouse." "Rubbing your nipples a little, like my feeling my shorts rubbing." "Hm-hmm! Doesn't that make it ..., well, you know, like my nipples popping out?" "When I was younger, it did. Tried it without underpants when I was thirteen or fourteen, but it kept wanting to stick out." "Hm-hmm! Embarrassing." "Um-hmm. Not until I started sleeping with girls was that not a problem -- less of one." "After it knew what was really arousing?" "Something like that, maybe just less sensitive to a little rubbing." "My nipples still pop out, like I told you yesterday morning, but I guess also maybe not - if I'm not thinking about something to make them." "But men like to see them." "Um-hmm, but girls don't want everyone to notice them." "Could make the wrong guy's pants bulge." "Um-hmm!" She had let her hands drop, but now with a grin raised them again and rubbed a finger around her nipples. He snorted and remarked: "You'll have to look under the table to see if that works." She smirked and replied: "If I look under the table, I'll probably not just want to look." "Let's finish breakfast and clean up, before we test this." They snickered and finished eating, and cleaned up in the kitchen, exchanging snorts and smirks, and a few touches of each other's ass. She dried her hands and glanced at his cock, wrinkling her nose as she remarked: "That's not fair; I wanted it to be like last night." "Should have told me that before, ... and not told me that you like to feel your breasts move and what followed." "Hm-hmm, but that was fun." "Um-hmm, but if you want to start all over, maybe I should read the paper or something." "You'd have to go outside to get the Sunday paper." "Yesterday's would be good enough. Besides, ... well, if I had pants on, there still wouldn't be a bulge." "Seeing me standing here naked? That isn't very flattering." "I thought you wanted it to be smaller." "That was just before. I like it the way it is. Hm-hmm! I like it any way it is." "Hmmm? But just to look at?" "Hm-hmm! I'm not so sure now." "Fickle women! They never know what they want." "Oh, they do; they just change their minds." "How convenient! ... Oh, there's a joke about that: why do women have cleaner minds than men? Because they change them more often." She laughed, and he chuckled, again appreciating how her breasts jiggled. Then she snorted with a grin and replied: "Oh, that's good, but it depends what they change them to." "Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! Which boyfriend they want - if they have choice." "Or what they want to do with them, ... with him." "Of course. ... They could have very clean thoughts about that." "Hmm! Maybe, ... if they were married to him; then they would be clean thoughts." "Well, maybe not so clean, if they wanted to do that in the shower." "Hm-hmm! Maybe not, but if they wanted to, they wouldn't think so." "So still clean thoughts, ... if they were married." "Um-hmm. But if they weren't?" she asked with a grin. "Then she would be having all sorts of dirty thoughts." "Hm-hmm!! Like me!" She grinned at him, snickering. He feigned surprise and replied: "Oh? I was just thinking about women in general, didn't know you weren't." "Hm-hmm! I don't believe you." "Hmmmm! So tell me what sort of dirty thoughts you have, ... that you could change." "Hm-hmm! Many, but I haven't changed my mind. Hm-hmm! I still just want to suck your cock." "Oooh! Very dirty!" "Not your cock; I washed it real good." "Hmm! A little more than just washed it." "Um-hmm, and now I want to suck it again, ... even if it isn't as small as I wanted it to be. Oh, I changed my mind last night, about how I wanted to sleep." "Um-hmm! Also not the cleaner alternative." "Is just wanting to fall asleep like that, like an innocent child sucking its thumb, not clean?" "If you were still an innocent child." "And wanted to suck a cock, even my brother's, if I had had one, like Lisbet?" "Hm-hm-hmm! She didn't do that back when she was innocent, and I doubt she's gone to sleep with his in her mouth, like you did." "And I don't want to do it like that now, either." "Oh, if you really want to, ... and don't decide to change your mind ... to something more appropriate for a Sunday morning." She shook her head with a smirk, then snorted and said: "Oh, I am going to get down on my knees. Isn't that appropriate for Sunday morning?" "Hm-hmm! Very, but without changing your mind - your dirty mind?" Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 05 "Um-hmm!" "Want me to do anything?" "No, ... well, not right now: 'it's better to give than to receive'." "Oh, of course, and I can give, too, but then you will be receiving. Uhm? Maybe just give a little." She licked her lips with smirk and nod, replying: "I hope so, but the giving will certainly be better than the receiving, but that will be very good, too." They both snickered, almost laughing, enough so that her breasts jiggled a little again. She glanced down at his cock and remarked: "Oh, I think it's almost as small as I wanted it to be." He looked down at it with smile and replied: "As small as it's going to get." "Um-hmm. Come along." She led him to the armchair in the living room, smirking as she gestured for him to sit down. He did, and she dropped to her knees between his, folding her hands and bowing her head for a moment, before looking up at him with smirk. He returned it and said: "If you want to start when it's small, you better not wait; I think it's beginning to understand what you want to do." "It does." She leaned forward and raised his cock to her mouth, opening wide, so that she didn't push back his foreskin. As her tongue caressed it, and her fingers fondled his loose sack, she didn't have to push it back; his cock began to swell, and its head slipped out of his foreskin. She let it extend into her mouth as far as she could and then drew her head back, until she could tickle the bottom of its head with the tip of her tongue. His cock twitched strongly, and he moaned and murmured: "I love what you do for me, too." She nodded and continued, chuckling in her throat when his cock twitch - each time she made it twitch. Then she sucked it deeper in her mouth, rubbing its head on the curve of her pallet. He moaned and remarked: "Don't hurry." She glanced up at him with a nod and drew her head back, letting his shiny cock spring up, and smiled up at him and remarked cheerfully: "I just love to do this, to know I can make it feel so good." "You sure can." She moved her knees closer, under the seat of the chair, and sat back on her feet and began to loosen his tight sack, replying: "I think this is the nicest thing I can do for anyone, now that I've learned how." "For any man." "This way, of course, doing the other with Lisbet is just as nice." "Maybe better than I can, since you know how it feels." "You do it just as good as she does. Maybe it feels even better, knowing you're doing it." "If you think so, nice. I also think it's the nicest thing I can do, just selflessly giving pleasure, ... well, not entirely selflessly, since I just love it when you come, letting me taste it." "Not as much as I love it when you do, when I can let you taste it. ... Oh, Lisbet comes real good; I love that as much as tasting you." "Don't have to tell me - that she comes good - but not better or more than you do." "Hm-hmm! That's what she thought, too." She noticed that his cock had begun to drop down and leaned forward - just a couple of inches now in her new position - and stuck out her tongue and lapped up the back of his cock until it rose up again and twitched. She snorted and murmured: "I just love to play with it, to be able to make it do that. Pity she didn't discover doing this with her brother; they could have had so much fun back then, even before they really did it with each other." "Oh, I think they had plenty of fun doing what they did. She tasted it once, licking her hand, but didn't like it, why she was so reluctant to do this all the way." "Such young girls shouldn't like it, a taste just for grown-ups, something to look forward to." "Something like that, but she sure knew more about playing with it than any girl had before." "Hm-hmm! So, with hindsight, you can't mind that she practiced with her brother." "Um-hmm, and not that she does now." "You're both so generous - my good luck." "Ours, too, if I can speak for her." "Oh, she thinks so, too. I better lick again." She did, this time for a little longer, with the tip of his cock between her lips, making it twitch a couple of times and then twitch up from her lips. She snorted at her success and grinned up at him. They both chuckled with nods, and she remarked: "When I make you come, I want it all in my mouth, not like when it's back in my mouth and I have to swallow some without tasting it." "Hmm! Of course, any way you want. I'll like knowing that you want to taste it all." "Have my mouth full of it." "I hope so, not so sure after what we did this morning." "Oh, it will be enough, more than when the big first couple of spurts disappear down my throat." "Hm-hmm! Whatever you want, I'll like it." She licked his cock again, just enough to make it rise back up as high as it could, and then remarked: "Oh, and it was so good that you suggested that she would like what you do. Maybe I said that before." "It bears repeating. She does. Oh, I was surprised when she first told me about you, and then that you had done it, and that you were going to do it again." "Oh yes, we had a lot of fun discovering that we could give each other so much pleasure. She was lucky - we were lucky - that I had read the stories about it and was also curious. Don't know if we would have, if I hadn't." "Sure would have made it more difficult for her to talk you into it." "Um-hmm, but it wasn't, thank goodness. The authoress sure knows what she's writing about." "With men, too." "Um-hmmm! Better than I ever did, ... till now." She grinned and fondled his balls in his slack sack, and then licked up his cock again a few times. When it was standing up, she glanced up and asked: "Want me to do it now?" "I think we have talked about almost everything we can say about it." "Um-hmm, me too, and I want to have your cock in my mouth again; it feels so good to hold it and caress it." "It does! When you do." She pulled his cock down, and it disappeared between her lips. She sucked and licked, sometimes sucking it deeper, and then raising her head until just the head was betweem her lips, even letting him see the ridge of it on her upper lip. She aroused and teased him longer than she ever had before, responding with throaty chuckles when his cock twitched and he moaned. Then she seemed to forget about wanting to taste all his semen, fucking his cock with her bobbing head. As it throbbed in her mouth, after another moan, he murmured: "You wanted to taste it all, soon." She drew her head back, sucking and licking where it was most arousing for him. His hips twitched, and she nodded, and they twitched again, and then again, and with louder moan he came. She moaned in response, and his cock spurted again and again, as they both moaned. She stopped sucking and licking him there, but he felt her tongue moving in her mouth. Then she let it slip out. He her saw her frown slightly, and then she remarked: "Oh, the devil! I just swallowed it all. I didn't want to do that yet." She gave him a wry smile, licking her lips. He grinned slightly and replied: "Sorry about that, and I was sort of hoping you would share it with me." "I wanted to, but then, ... well, I was enjoying slashing it around in my mouth and then just swallowed it all." "If you liked it. I like that you did - do. You deserved it; that was so good, as good as it can be, also with all our talk, fun." "Um-hmm. It was the best time for me, better than any - all the very good - ones before." "I thought so, too - really - but didn't want to suggest that Lisbet can't do it as good." "I doubt it, as good as she does it to me." "You'd better tell her the details; I don't want to. Oh, I would like to tell her, and she will certainly want to hear, but not any comparisons. Oh, I can tell her that we both appreciate that she wanted us to, but she should ask you for details, if she wants to hear them." Randi nodded with an understanding smile. Then he added: "But if you say it - anything, everything - was the best, based on your experience, she would probably like that." "Um-hmm, it was - has been, is being. Oh, I think she'll like that we did - do - it so good, ... kind of a compliment to you." "Hmm! Thanks, but not without you, your doing it as good as I can remember, and the fun of talking about it, your being so direct." "Not at first, yesterday morning, but then after our nap ..." "Telling me: 'Utterly shameless! Lick my pussy! Make me come!'" "Uhmmm! Did I say that?" He nodded with a smirk, and she did, adding: "Oh, I know I did, and you did!" She rose up between his thighs. He grasped her ass with both hands, and her arms went around his neck, and they kissed, his tongue finding still a faint taste of his semen in her mouth. They loosened their embrace and smiled slightly. He helped her stand up, still holding her ass. She stretched her legs, looking down at him, and murmured: "I guess we won't do that again - on the table." "Could be anticlimactic." "Um-hmm." "Save it for another time." "With Lisbet, ... if she wants to." "Wants to let us." "If she can, too, but I don't know about that happening twice in one evening." "Hm-hmm! Nor do I, ... especially." He he held her hips a little closer and leaned forward and kissed her stomach, tickling her bellybutton. She chuckled and replied: "Wrong place, but the right idea." "If you want me to." "Not right now. Hm-hmm! Doing that makes me thirsty for a beer, maybe because it's always been in the evening - until yesterday. " "Good idea, not that I deserve one yet." "You will." He stood up and they went to the kitchen. After saying skaal and smiling, she scowled slightly and said: "Not nice to think about, but when do you have to leave - hm-hmm - when does your train arrive?" "Hmm? Near six, five something, and I have to go to the station to pick up my overnight bag." "Oh, don't forget your razor and toothbrush!" "Remind me later." "Um-hmm, but then we can have coffee before you go, maybe even with clothes on again." "Um-hmm, good idea - even if I don't really like it." She nodded, and they drank again. Then she smiled wryly and said: "But till then: lunch and another nap." He nodded and then smirked slightly and said: "A better nap." "For sure. Hm-hmm! To earn your beer - and maybe another one - and .... Oh! Maybe I could really fall asleep like that." "Hm-hmm! One way to make sure it's small." "Um-hmm!" They grinned and had another drink. Then she smiled slightly and said: "We'll need another shower - maybe not like that - so maybe we should think about lunch already." "Then a light lunch. I know Lisbet has something for dinner for us at home." "Oh! The girls - and their friends." "Without their friends, of course." "But they've had the run of the house since yesterday morning?" "Um-hmm, and all young and probably even more overly ... - no - just normally sexed." "Hmm? Are we over-sexed?" "I don't think so, just lucky to have someone who wants to do everything and as much as others might just like to." "For sure." She raised her beer and stepped closer to him and fondled his very loose cock and sack. He fondled her breast, and they drank again. She murmured: "I like this - this too, ..." still fondling him: "... but as much, that we can talk so openly and agree how it all with end." "Um-hmm, for this weekend." "Until Lisbet joins us. No, better expressed: until I can be with you and Lisbet." "Um-hmm, nice difference. ... Hmmm? Hmm! ... Maybe she could tell her parents - and brother - that we have to go to a party one weekend, and she could spend it with you." "Three nights? Oh, letting the girls think she is with them. And what would be your excuse, ... or did you just want to let us spend three nights together?" "Hadn't really thought of that. Where could I be? Saturday, maybe also Friday night?" "The girls would sure like that." "Hm-hmm! And their friends, ... and not ask many questions, but still. What could Lisbet and I be doing - no, only me - for a night or two, without her?" "Visit your parents?" "Passed away." "Oh, sorry. It would have to be out of town, and for two nights, more than just a party, and one that Lisbet wouldn't go too." Or one for her, that I went to, then telling the girls. Hm-hmm! In Oslo, taking the night train both ways!" "Hm-hmm! Friday and Sunday nights. Just need a plausible excuse for going to Oslo on that weekend." "Or any other, since it wouldn't have to be about her visiting her parents." "Oh, yes. Opera, concert, someone's birthday, twenty-fifth wedding anniversary." "Hmm! Good, but kind of funny for us to use that as an excuse," he remarked. "Um-hmm. Of course, she would have to want all this." "Um-hmm, after - if - she has become comfortable with what we've been doing." "Um-hmm. Still too early for lunch?" He nodded, and they agreed to read the Saturday newspaper, sipping at their beers. Eventually, Randi put her section of the paper aside and suggested it was time for lunch. He nodded, and they went to the kitchen. She fixed a light lunch, and they had another beer with it, seldom speaking, exchanging mild smiles. When one of them shrugged with a slightly quizzical expression, the other then nodded with a small smile. After sharing another sip of beer with a silent toast, the other one then shrugged that way. After a few bites, he murmured: "Nice, that we don't have to talk." "Um-hmm. Nice, what I was thinking, too." "Maybe too much talk about just one thing?" She nodded, but replied: "But I wouldn't wanted to miss it." She then smirked slightly and added: "Not just the talk." "Nor I," he agreed, with a grin. They smiled at each other, nodding, and said "skaal," and drank and smiled at each other again, looking in each other's eyes. They finished eating in silence. As they were taking the last things off the table, they glanced at each, exchanging smiles. In the kitchen, cleaning up, Randi remarked softly: "Maybe that would be fun, what we were talking about - a long weekend together with Lisbet - but I don't know if that would really be good." "Occurred to me, too," he agreed with a nod, adding: "Was a little too enthusiastic." "We know why." "Um-hmm, but it would be too much, even if we all wanted to - if we could arrange it." "Um-hmm, might spoil things, might not turn out to be as good as we, including Lisbet, hoped." "Um-hmm. Better this way, ... I mean, with Lisbet." "Of course." They smiled and exchanged nods. When they had finished cleaning up, he chuckled and said: "But I still have to say that I have to go." "Me too," she agreed with a grin." They hurried again to the bathroom, using the toilet and washbasin, listening to each other after two beers and exchanging smirks in the mirror over the basin. She grinned and murmured: "More than this morning." "Yours too. You were thinking about doing that again?" "No -- really -- that just occurred to me." "I just had to go." He shook his cock and rinsed the washbasin. She gave her pussy a quick wipe with toilet paper and flushed. She looked up at him and asked: "A nap now?" "If you really mean it?" "We could finish reading the paper." "A nap sounds better." "Um-hmm, just a nap." "We can try," he replied. She nodded with a slight smirk, and they returned to the cool bedroom, closing the door behind them, and slipped under the covers. They lay on their backs, their shoulders hardly touching. After a moment, she murmured: "I really meant it, just a nap." "Then I like to sleep on my side," he replied and rolled away from her. "Me too," she agreed, and rolled away from him, but moving back till their asses and shoulders were in contact. He agreed with nod and hum, and they were silent. He wondered if she really meant that she expected they wouldn't do anything more, if she didn't want to. Or did she think that they shouldn't do any more before he left? He didn't need to, not after all they had done, pleased with himself that he had been able to come as often as she had wanted to. Had he come so many times in two days with Maren and Britta? Oh, them? What all had they done - maybe still be doing - with Lars and Erik? Probably more than he and Randi had done, so much that they didn't want to do anything at home with him? He didn't need more; it would be nice just to lie in bed and recall everything Randi - randy Randi - and he had done. And if doing that turned out to be a little arising, it would be fun fantasizing about her and all they had done. Could he remember? But the girls would be assuming that he had only slept with Lisbet during the night, maybe assuming that they hadn't done anything, and he hadn't with the girls Friday night. Even if they were satiated from what they had done with their friends, they could think that he expected them to sleep with him. Would they feel sort of obligated to suggest something? Since their vacation at the cabins, he couldn't remember a time when at least one of them hadn't offered - wanted - to sleep with him, and they always had. He repressed a snort, only smirking, as it occurred to him that they - if they wanted to - would find it unusual that he didn't. Maybe it was a good idea of Randi that they taper off. What was Randi thinking about? Or had she really fallen asleep? Before she did, she must have also been thinking about all they had done together, but she couldn't have followed his thoughts of anticipating that his daughters could want to do as much as one or both of them could do with him. He shifted his thoughts to how Lisbet's weekend was being: Friday night with her father; Saturday night with her brother -- her father having to accept that she slept with both of them. But he knew that she would sleep with him again tonight. Were Randi's thoughts including Lisbet: her having suggested that the two of them sleep together; his having told her that Lisbet was sleeping with her brother; Lisbet's reaction to hearing what he and Randi had done? Even if she didn't ask him or Randi, she would certainly wonder what they had done during two days and a night: plenty, everything they could, and all the ways Lisbet could imagine! Thinking about that on her trip home would be more entertaining than recalling the events of another weekend with her father and brother. Or would she be having misgivings about her having suggested that he and Randi be together without her? Maybe it had occurred to her to wonder what they were doing, while she was in bed with her father or brother? Sucking one their cocks and suddenly wondering if Randi was sucking his? "Hmm," he couldn't repress his snort, thinking that Randi probably could have been; she loved to do it so much, and had told him with so much delight. Would Lisbet really not have misgivings about lending him -- her husband -- to Randi, her bisexual girlfriend, for a whole weekend? His thoughts returned to wondering if he and Randi wouldn't do anything more. If she didn't suggest it, he wouldn't, in respect of her decision, not because he was anticipating that Maren or Britta could expect that he wanted to. They couldn't imagine that he had been having more sex in two days than he had had with them - well, as best he could remember. He had to snort softly again, thinking: and the best he could remember. He admonished himself for the superlative. Of course, sex with his daughters and wife had been and were just as good, equally good. With his wife and then with his daughters, he politely corrected the order, but then snorted softly, having to admit to himself that sex with his daughters had been better before it was that good with Lisbet. Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 05 "You're not sleeping," he heard Randi murmur. "You aren't either." "Hm-umm." "Both thinking?" "Hmm? You too? Maybe too much." "Maybe. Just maybe; it was Lisbet's idea." "Thinking about her too?" "Um-hmm, thinking she must be wondering what all we have done, or will, tomorrow on her trip back." "Nice, that you were also thinking about her." "And you? How?" "About the same." "She probably didn't before, like we didn't." "That's for sure!" Randi rocked her hip back against him. He moved away, letting her roll back. She moved away from him, inviting him to roll back. Looking up at the ceiling, he remarked: "You can tell her that we just take a nap today." "Hm-hmm! She won't believe that, and we didn't." "No! What were you thinking about her?" "Hmm? Wondering she would regret that she suggested this. And you?" "About the same. My word was her having 'misgivings'." "Should she?" "I hope not, don't want to think so." "Me too, ... but if she does?" "She really can't blame us." "But she could, ... women's changing their minds." "Like you did." "Uhm-hmmm! But differently." "We'll just have to hope she doesn't, that you can tell her, so that she understands." "Hmm?! That we just 'made love'? Hm-hmm! That I just 'love' your cock, only one I could in a couple of years?" "Something like that, just my cock." "Hm-hmm! And your tongue, too." "She could understand that too." "I hope so, but if she thinks I do, ... just 'like' them too much?" "Like I like your pussy and tongue, but she does too." "Hmm! I hope so, but not as much as I like your cock." "She does too, now, like you do." Randi snickered and slid her hand over his hip, finding his cock with her fingers. She chuckled and murmured: "Couldn't like it better than I do, the way I do." "Like you told me? No one could." "No!" she agreed cheerfully, fondling his cock with success. She snickered and added: "Best fucking cock I know." "Hmm! Don't tell her that!" "Hm-hmm! Maybe she would like to hear it; its really 'her' cock." "Yes, and should be the best one she knows, but I like that you think so too." "Oh, I really do! What about her brother's?" "Hm-hmm! You'll have to ask her." "I won't. ... But what if she gets all upset that we have had so much fun? Not 'fun', you know what I mean." Randi's fingers stilled, just loosely holding his cock. He nodded and agreed: "Um-hmm. She should be envious, but not 'upset', I hope." Randi nodded and resumed fondling his cock, but murmured: "But what if she is 'upset'?" "Hmmm? Maybe you can tell her that we were always thinking about her." "That's a good idea, but if she still is upset?" Randi's hand on his cock was suggesting that she didn't want to wait to find out if Lisbet would or would not be upset. His cock didn't care what she could be thinking, just enjoying what her hand was doing. He hummed in response and murmured: "If she is, that can't be helped, ... if she will be." "Before she finds out, ... I want to again, and it does too." She squeezed his cock to underline what she meant. He chuckled with a nod and agreed: "It does. Wasn't sure it would." "It does," she replied with a grin, rolling towards him. He snickered with another nod and said: "And loves to be in your pussy." "Mmmm! Clever of him to know that my pussy feels the same way." They both snickered with grins. She drew her thigh up over his and rolled further, straddling him. She grinned down at him, as her hand guided his cock to her pussy. He grinned back, and then their grins faded as they both moaned, when she lowered her hips, and his cock slipped deep into her warm, slick pussy. She dropped down over him and began to fuck. She found his mouth with hers, her tongue thrusting. He found her breast with one hand and then the other one slid down and found her asshole. She nodded, retrieving her tongue for a moment, and murmured: "Yes, do that" Her tongue was back in his mouth, and his finger was probing and then plunging. She nodded with an aroused "Uhnn!" They fucked. Almost desperately, they fucked, their hips moving incessantly, slapping together; his hand encouraging hers to pound down to meet his, as his finger thrust in her clutching asshole, clutching together with the pulsing tightening of her pussy. It wasn't 'making love', he thought, animal copulation, but they both wanted it: wanted to come sooner than they did. But when they did, it was a great relief and great release of their orgasmic fluids. She collapsed on him, still gasping and moaning, her pussy still clutching his twitching cock. He embraced her tightly, their heaving stomachs moving her body. Finally, their breathing returned to normal. A few moments later, she managed to raise her head and murmur: "God, that was good! I just had to have it one more time." "And I wanted it, too." "Hmm? So much for tapering off with a nap." "Um-hmm, but we wanted it." "And how! Foolish of me to think we didn't, ... wouldn't." "Hm-hmm. Better to have done it than to have wished we had." "Hmm! Um-hmm, ... I guess so." "It was. ... Shower?" "Um-hmm! I need one, maybe a cold one." "Me too, but you can have your cold one by yourself." They chuckled, and she moved off him, more liquid following his cock, as it slipped out of her pussy. They got up and had their shower, washing each other without overdoing it, just snickering when they both went a little. After they had dried themselves, they returned to the bedroom and started getting dressed. They smiled wryly, as they watched each other put on their underwear, her pussy and his cock disappearing from the other's view, and then her breasts, from his. After they were completely clothed, she snorted and remarked: "Back to normal, back to being proper citizens." "Um-hmm, sort of, but - hm-hmm! - just on the surface." She laughed, nodding, and he chuckled, then snickered and added: "Still wish I could see your breasts jiggling." "Stop it! ... But I wish you could, too." He nodded with a smile. She nodded and said: "Maybe we still have time for coffee, ... coffee for proper citizens." "I hope so. I'll try to behave like one." "Hm-hmm! Me too." They chuckled and went to the kitchen, where she made coffee for them. There was still time before he left to have it with pastry at the table, "like proper citizens," as he remarked when they sat down. They smiled and were silent for a while. They both snorted with smiles, when they saw the other look pointedly at the table, shaking their heads slightly to indicate that they didn't want a comment about the table, but confirming that they knew the other was recalling how good they had fucked on it. Suddenly the phone rang, surprising them. Randi went to answer, shrugging at him: " Hallo. ... Could have thought so. ... Greetings and love to them too." She turned her mouth away from the speaker, covering it as she smirked at him, beckoning for him to take the phone. When he did, Lisbet was still speaking. He interrupted her: "Me now. And greetings from the girls too. ... "Hm-hmm! Yes, tell them they both had a date last night - like we did." ... Of course, so that our stories match, when they ask me. ... Hmm! Your dad said that! Special greetings to him. I think I have a very generous wife too. Randi nodded." ... "And you have a pleasant evening too." He hung up, smirking and chuckling. Randi took her hand from her mouth and almost laughed, and then they both did. Randi caught her breath and said: "You do have a very generous wife, but what did her father say?" "That she has a very generous husband." "Hmm? Oh, her sleeping with her brother?" He thought it had been more about her sleeping with her father, but quickly picked up on Randi's understanding and lied: "Well, he didn't say that directly, just indirectly, that it was so nice that they got to see both their children again this way." "You are a very generous couple." "Aren't we ever! But -- hm-hmm -- the blessing of giving is very pleasant." "Um-hmm, and you're both being so generous to me." "I'll tell her that, ... and that you are one of our blessings." He smiled. Randi only nodded with a warm smile. They sat back down and finished their coffee. Then it was time for him to leave. At the door, when he was putting on his raincoat, she remembered his razor and toothbrush and hurried to fetch them. They both smirked as he put them in his pocket. Then there was slight pause - when 'proper citizens' would have shaken hands. They looked at each other, smiling slightly. Then she said: "We've always kissed, when she was here." "We wouldn't be here, without her." "Hmm? Sort of." They snorted with smiles and embraced with an almost arousing kiss. They separated, smirking slightly. She held out her hand, and he took it and said: "Thank you for the coffee. Thank you for the day. Thank you for the evening, and thank you for yesterday." She snickered at his recital of the standard Norwegian expressions and replied in the same way: "And the same to you.." They both grinned, squeezing the other's hand, and then he left. During his walk to the station to get his bag, he tried to count the number of times they had made love, but gave up, then disliking the idea that he had wanted to, remembering that his wife had wanted them to - at least one way. That had sure been good - twice! - but everything else, had been too - not just the sex - and, of course, Lisbet had known that they wouldn't just do that - while she was sleeping with her brother. Oh, and he had told Randi about that! He would have to admit that to Lisbet, ... or maybe not? Better to tell her than keep a secret with Randi, one that might come out anyway. Hmm? Did her brother know that he knew that they slept with each other? He got his bag at the station, shortly after "his train" arrived. Since the weather was good, he decided to walk home, thinking the increased time from Randi would be good, then thinking that it would be good to give his daughters more time before he arrived. What had they been doing? The story continues with "Daughters and Fathers, chapter 14".