2 comments/ 45852 views/ 1 favorites Grateful Wife By: LitEroCat "Honey, what the hell are all these boxes out here? Looks like IPS got lazy again and left them far from the door." "How would I know? Bring them in and check the labels." Her annoyed tone could be very grating. The three big, heavy boxes were neatly stacked on the bottom two steps and overlapped. There was a large red heart sticker on each box. I soon discovered a familiar name on them. "They're all from your boyfriend Steve." THAT should irritate her. We'd been arguing again and this was my little counter attack. Steve frequently flirted with her even when I was near, and she didn't discourage it. We all worked at a supposedly ultra conservative, big computer company. The literally starched shirts at IIM had become mostly for image. Under them were often teddies or frilly underwear - even the women wore them! The common erotic chatter could make the founder spin in his grave. "You WISH he were my boyfriend. I know you want to watch me fuck someone else. What's in the boxes?" She was right about that. I love watching her squirm with embarrassment since I know she will then turn that into an all night sex fest if I do it right. There's little that she allows to embarrass her and I still don't fully understand it. She's often embarrassed by the oddest things that don't bother most of us. She still adamantly claims she's modest and shy, but heaven forbid I try to support that 'modesty'. Ms bashful usually goes to work braless in a buttoned shirt with several buttons open. I made the mistake of pointing out once, just once, that her tits were exposed and she loudly stormed off in a rage. We didn't talk for a week. She goes in and out of her exhibitionist denial phase without warning. Once, as proof of her modesty, she wore to a work party a mid calf but snug skirt with a small 10 inch slit. Hard to exploit that. Yet, she found a way. Getting out of the car with over a dozen people near, she pivoted one leg out of the car and paused. The long green skirt climbed above her knees as she held them spread as wide as the skirt allowed, then tried harder. She slid to the edge of the seat and ignored the skirt's ascension, but the rest of us struggled to guess if her panty was dark or all hair. I guess no one ever taught her how a 'lady' gets out of a car or seat 'properly'. She loved the tease, but couldn't admit that either. Her antics were a frequent cause of bitterness. I wanted to support whatever she wanted, if I could only figure it out. I was willing to expose her if that gave her a thrill, even willing to share her and learn to like it. MY anger, I finally figured out, was about being excluded, about the inevitable secrets, about being her strawman. Since Valentine's day was the next day, I wanted an unusual gift that she would enjoy and remember. I began to plot my scheme and hope for the best. "This first one has books, lots of books. The next one has cooking tools? And a card. It says 'Thanks for all your close and intimate help with my problem. Love Steve. P.S. Happy V.D. ;-))' What should I make of that? What intimate problem did you help him fix? Should I be worried?" "Well, my jealous man, I think he thinks it's intimate and I'm not sure I should tell even you about it." I could hear the tease in her tone. Maybe I really could ramp up a fake fight and get her to do what she enjoys but won't admit? "This stuff must have been VERY expensive to ship, so I doubt he thinks it's a joke. I wonder why he shipped it instead of dropping it off. He only lives a few miles away. He IS saying thanks for something, but I don't know what. It's a big deal to him and you can use all this stuff, so maybe you should send him a Thank You/Valentine's Day note. Want some help writing it? Ha!" Now she has the ball. "You're right. But a simple note won't do it. I'll think of a better way to thank him. Hmmmmm..... Maybe I'll stop by his place after work and show him how grateful I am." So, she is going to play. "Well, have fun. Let me know if I can help." As expected, she said nothing and left for work. She called at five to say she was working until six, then going to Steve's. Without prodding, she would probably hang out there a while then try to tease me that something happened between them. I decided to push her tonight and went to Steve's in time to see her ring his bell. After giving her a minute, I peeked in the window before knocking. It seemed innocent with both standing in the family room ten feet apart. I rang the bell and Steve quickly let me in. "Hi, what are you doing here? Sue JUST got here, we-e-e uh sh-e-e's uhh fine, there's nothing going on....' I wonder what he is so nervous about. "I was about to...." "Relax, Steve. We're fine. I just came by to lend a hand if needed. Sue just wanted..." "...to express my gratitude for all you sent me. I really appreciate the sentiment and it wasn't necessary." "Oh, please. There's no need to thank me for a Thank You gift. That can get awkward and make someone uncomfortable." "You hear that, hun? You're making him uncomfortable." Time to push her limits. "You're standing there so stiff, in your business clothes, it's no wonder. Relax and loosen up some and we'll all feel at ease. Though I love your royal blue outfit, at least take off your jacket." Sue arched one eyebrow and paused silently a few seconds. "Umm, sure. You're right. After all, this isn't a business meeting with the stuffed shirts at IIM." Steve dipped his head and coughed loudly. "I want you to feel comfortable." As her jacket languidly slipped off her shoulders, she thrust her chest forward. Her swelling nipples strained her white, silky blouse in testimony that she was, as usual, braless. The three open buttons allowed her billowy blouse, now unconstrained by the heavier jacket, to expose her always surprising cleavage from her barely-B cups. So, she was finally listening to my advice to tease and expose slowly! But now? I took a second to confirm that Steve's eyes were locked on her individually swinging breasts before admiring them myself. "There, that's better. Ummm, I still feel too formal and constrained. I'm going to take off my panty hose, if that's OK with you two." "Well, uhh, whatever makes you more at ease." Steve replied, with a furtive and nervous glance at me. "Why don't we sit a minute?" Steve and I sat on a sofa and Sue moved closer to us. She kicked off her shoes and tried only hiking her skirt to mid thigh and tugging on the hose. She knew that wouldn't work, so she already committed to working the game. "This damn skirt is too tight to do this." So Sue reached back and unzipped the skirt. Somewhat flushed, she looked back and forth at both of us before obviously deciding.... The skirt, already unhitched, quickly fell to the floor. Steve's jaw dropped. Though I'd seen her shed all her clothes thousands of times, sitting next to a near stranger who also watched her strip was different. As far as I know, she never went this far before. The tight hose further sculpted her already sexy and shapely legs. "Now I can get these off." She lifted her shirt to grab the waist of the hose and rolled it down. Her silky white panties were loose and slid down slightly. Steve pushed his jaw closed and, trying to hide his growing rod, shifted on the sofa. When Sue bent to roll the hose down her calves, her blouse billowed and we caught a glimpse of a turgid, perfect nipple topping her loose tit. Steve groaned and rearranged his pants. My exhibitionist wife still hid her arousal behind a naive facade. She kicked the hose to join her skirt. "There. Is that better? Everyone relaxed now?" "Well, honey, your blouse still screams WORK. I think you should remove it to show how concerned you are with our comfort. Don't you agree, Steve?" He stammered a bit in disbelief, but managed to nod his head. I noticed his eyes briefly look past her. She was too committed to making her point to back off now. Yet, she also seemed to be enjoying the attention. This could all go very badly for me later, but I hope she appreciated my special gift to her. "Well, alright. I know you both look down or into my shirt every chance you get, and have already seen them, but my itty bitty titties are really not worth looking at. They're so small, yet sag some and are different sizes. I don't know why you guys like to see even my flawed tits." She unbuttoned the blouse as she spoke. I loved her 'flawed' tits and now I could openly solicit Steve's opinion. She paused with her blouse hanging open, yet still covering her tiny titties. After the tease, she put her blouse on the nearby chair and flaunted her bare chest. Looking a little flushed and breathing in shallow pants she continued, "There. Steve, let me say that..." She pulled her silk panty tight into her swollen camel toe. Steve coughed loudly and nervously again. This time we heard it echo into the other room. Steve tugged at his pants. We heard chairs drag along the dining room floor and voices gasp and get closer. Sue turned toward the sound, "Umm, Steve, is there something you want to tell me?" "I can't stand up at the moment for, ummm, obvious reasons, but these are some of our bosses from work and their wives. I think you know them." Sue covered her tits as the men greeted her. Their broadly grinning wives, no longer hiding, now lightly applauded Sue. All were in cocktail dresses and semi formal clothes, even more formal than work suits. They encouraged Sue to keep going. Steve picked up on the challenge. "Umm, ahh yes, come on Sue. I won't believe you're sincere unless you drop everything, come clean for me, really drop your, ummmm, guard. I dare you to keep going." I guess he knows she won't pass up a dare. All the women chimed in, "Sweetie, we all watched you strip for Steve. You're almost done. Show us your all." Their men were afraid to speak up. Steeling her nerves and already exposed, she agreed "OK, Steve. Just for you." She dropped one hand to her crotch. Despite exposing her now swollen and perfect, bared nipple, all eyes followed her hand as she pressed it into her swollen pussy. The panty immediately soaked thru. Eight hushed groans filled the room. She turned her back to Steve and put both hands on the panty waist before sliding her hands over her pillowy ass. Her fingers grabbed the panty, starting at the bottom, and pulled the tapered sides into her ass crack. She braced herself and gulped. Backing toward us, she bent slightly to allow her jostling tits to blatantly tease the dinner guests. She swayed her beautiful, curvaceous ass from Steve's face to mine. We could easily smell her aromatic arousal. I could see her scent had the same dizzying effect on Stave as it always has on me. When she reached the top of her panty, she snagged the waist and pulled it down a bit, exposing the top of her deep crack. She giggled, flushed and looked at me. I rubbed my cock and pointed to Steve's. She saw his eyes fixed on her ass, saw his bulge and noticed the other eyes in the room silently staring intensely at her, the only one about to be completely naked. With legs spread slightly, she aimed her crack at Steve and slowly peeled her panty away. When it reached her legs, everyone got a long, clear look at her most private part. She turned to show them her shapely, bare ass and show Steve her cropped bush, moist labia and stiff clit. OUR intimate secret, her beautiful, moist, sculpted and swollen labia were abruptly displayed to seven strangers. As she lifted one leg higher than necessary to slide the panty off that leg, her steamy sex gaped open. She stood up, akimbo. With a huge embarrassed yet excited grin, she looked over her shoulder and watched the other couples' arousal. OUR secret was out. "Honey, Steve is looking very uncomfortable in his tightening pants. Would you help him somehow? Bring your sweet ass closer to us." She again backed closer. When she was just inches from us, she bent over again which put her quim within arms reach. Steve leaned forward to pat her silky soft ass. He stared, bug eyed, at her swollen pussy, then looked to me for consent. "Take it Steve. She wanted to show you she is grateful so now you can have proof. Push your fingers into my wife's pussy, lick her tasty twat, smell her sweet aroma." He followed my suggestions tentatively at first. The other guests moved behind us to closely watch my wife's lusty display. When Sue felt Steve's fingers enter her pussy, she gasped and turned to stare at me, wide eyed. I smiled at her "Happy Valentine's Day my love." And she looked back at the crowd. They watched Steve's fingers more and more forcefully penetrate Sue's puss. Despite their reserve, some began openly fondling each other. Two women had a breast pulled into the open. The other's strapless top was down at her waist. Two men sucked her tits while each fondled another woman's. All three dicks were out and getting some manual attention. Sue had to lean on a table when her arousal began to peak and Steve leaned his tongue into her virgin ass. He licked her beautiful exposed and opening crinkled hole before sliding it down to further split open her wet gash. He licked his fingers and her pussy at once. Sue shuddered. When his thumb grazed her clit, she exploded with a shriek and a slight gush of female honey. My own grunt told how much I wanted to drink up my wife's juices. I held back to let her enjoy her experience without my interference. Once she was fully aware again I said, "Honey, now you have another reason to be grateful. Show us, and relieve the pressure in our pants." Sue stood and turned to face us all. A male voice from behind the sofa whistled, "Sue, they may be small and uneven, but I LIKE those titties and the tall, hard nipples on them." The women kindly agreed. Sue blushed again and the two women wearing halter tops untied and dropped them. The other wife stepped out of her dress. She stood in the middle in just her panty and thigh high stockings. Two men sucked her tits and one hand, not her husband's, was inside her panty. She moaned and we all stared for a moment. Her husband slid her panty over the other man's hand and off her. The third man bent to lick her bush and clit. Sue pressed on Steve's cock thru his pants. "Can I give you a hand, Steve?" He nodded and slid to the edge of the sofa. She unzipped his pants, but couldn't get her hand inside so she unbuckled him and pulled the pants off. After briefly squeezing his tented pole, she opened my pants and pulled them off. "I'm happy to see you both saluting me. I hope you other happy men will bring your dicks closer for inspection." She squeezed my pole then pulled my briefs off before turning to Steve to pull his shorts off too. She squeezed both ruddy, stiff cocks. I saw her lick her lips before dropping to her knees between us. We both had a big glob of pre cum begging for her attention. "Thank you for your Thank You, Steve. I'm really soooo grateful you sent me those gifts." He got her tongue first. She took a long lick of his rigid dick while holding and slowly pumping my swollen rod with her other hand. After the briefest pause, she pulled back his foreskin and licked the sweet, clear, sticky blob off his cock before swallowing the head completely. Both moaned simultaneously. His stiff cock popped noisily out of her mouth and she licked my dick the same way. Her licking and sucking was much more aggressive than usual. Steve squeezed her right tit and pinched that nipple hard. She moaned on my dick. Still jacking him, she managed to take me into her throat. When she started to hum, I struggled to keep from bursting too soon. Suddenly, she groaned loudly with my dick still deep in her throat. My seed roiled up my shaft and charged directly into her belly. When I could open my eyes, I saw the reason for the groan. One of the other men was on the floor with his head between my wife's legs and drinking from her fountain. We could hear his tongue lapping at her pussy. The rest of the night is best left for another tale. All the women and one of the men thanked me for giving my wife such a thoughtful Valentine gift and giving them all a holiday memory none of us will soon forget. =========================== ============================= /\__/\( ~ ~ ) > * ============== 13485 chars, 3018 words ======= Submitted | posted=2/02/09 | [grammar ck 2/2/09 ] Grateful Wife & Sis In Law I got the call around 7:30, my Jenn was completely hysterical. Her kid sister Anne had called and she'd sounded terrible, begging her for help. Jenn said she'd sounded all woozy, rambling over & over that she was at this big grey house over on Fairmount with some guys and she thought they'd slipped her something. Then the call disconnected abruptly, and no matter how often Jenn tried she couldn't get Anne back. Anne is my wife's younger sister, she'd only turned 19 a few weeks ago. We'd tried to watch out for her ever since we buried Jenn's parents about a year back year, eventually setting her up at a nearby college. Jenn's call played over & over in my head as I raced across town to Fairmount. My blood was starting to boil. I screamed down the street, scouring for any sight of her car. I finally spotted it in a driveway of an old grey house. Jenn called me as I pounded on the door. I told her where I was and made her promise to call 911 in 5 minutes if she hadn't heard back from me & then hung up. I could hear people inside but no one was answering my pounding. I hit Anne's speed dial and it rang and rang, I thought I heard faint hints of it ringing inside, maybe- I stood there for maybe 2 seconds debating and then I grabbed the big flowerpot on the porch & smashed my way through the front door. As I raced inside I spotted two young guys in their boxers running up the stairs. I followed yelling Anne's name. They ducked into a room and I crashed into a surprisingly sturdy bedroom door as they tried to close it. The one behind the door got pummeled and flew back into the wall while the other grabbed a baseball bat. Behind him I saw Anne- laying stark naked on the bed and babbling incoherently. I charged the guy with the bat and took a vicious hit to the arm before crashing into him and driving my shoulder into his chest. He rose slowly, swinging the bat, and grinning wildly. I feinted left and after he swung I threw all my weight into his right knee which snapped loudly and sent him sprawling in agony. Then suddenly I crashed into the floor hit me from behind from the other guy. I fell onto bat boy and went for the bat, he held on tight right up to the moment I drove my knee into his nuts with all my weight. Lifting his bat I turned to see his partner charging. Somehow I managed to sidestep the direct blow and took another excruciating hit to my left arm, then I clocked him as hard as I could in the back with the bat. When he started to rise I kicked him and heard a gratifying squeal as I broke some of his ribs. Gasping for breath against a dresser I heard Anne blubbering and crying so I went to check on her. She was pleading incoherently for help. I wrapped her tightly in the bed spread and threw her over my good shoulder and made for the pick up. I heard the first sirens as we tore ass for the hospital. While the nurses pulled Anne from the jeep I'd parked on their sidewalk, I stopped & called my wife. The cops arrived just about when the doctors were wheeling me in for an X-ray. The police had dragged 2 pricks to the same hospital. Apparently I'd shattered bat boys knee but good, and ruptured one of his balls. His buddy had fared no better with internal bleeding, a broken nose, and several broken ribs. The shit was in the fan for weeks. I had to spend 3 days in the hospital recovering from surgery to reset my arm. I spent a lot of time talking to the cops and giving a formal statement those first 2 days. I had to hire a lawyer, who eventually told me that the police had found videos at the house of 3 other women that pricks had drugged and raped. We were shocked to find that one of the pricks turned out to be the grandson of Eldridge Cooland. The Cooland family was wealthy & quite well known in the area. They owned the huge 'Sunny Farms' dairy, whose longtime motto 'goodness from our table to your table' started making me cringe. The only good thing to come out of the whole shitstorm came after this sleazy lawyer for the Coolands visited me at my hospital bed and cryptically threatened me with years of very expensive lawsuits if I spoke to the press about the Cooland boys involvement. Thankfully I got a nice recording of the whole conversation on my iPhone which my lawyer then used to turn the tables on the Coolands. In the end we got a huge settlement from them that covered all of our medical expenses and fattened up our bank accounts nicely. I did manage to avoid speaking with the press vultures. Two of my more inventive buddies kept them at bay by installing a very 'robust' sprinkler system at our home, triggered by motion detectors it totally doused each and every reporter stupid enough to make a go for our front door. The two pricks quickly pled guilty and the whole mess began to die away. It took me a while to recover, but it took Anne even longer. I was totally beat up. I spent weeks in a cast and a then several more at rehab. But poor Annie was emotionally shattered by it all. With the help of another friend and a great contractor we immediately gutted my home office and moved Anne in. The school even graciously agreed put her tuition on hold and gave her a semester off. My Jenn's wonderful caregiver nature bloomed and she took loving care of her two patients. I was her hero for life for saving her kid sister & the wonderful look in her eyes alone was worth every bit of the pain. The first night I was home she helped me into bed and then gave my broken body the sweetest blowjob in history. My wife gently sucked me off each night that first week. We'd always had a good sex life, but now... wow! After a week at home I went back to work. My desk was swamped but everyone jumped to help, and I was so grateful. Slowly things settled back to normal for me. It took Anne a while more, but eventually she began cracking an occasional smile again. The two of us started to become quite close. When she first moved in she slept very poorly at night. She got most of her sleep that first week curled up next to me as I laid on the couch in my cast. I held her and comforted her, and after a while she finally started talking about it. Jenn kept out of sight when the two of us first started talking. Initially every time we talked Anne ended up in tears. But with time and Jenn's help she began to work through it. By night things never got back to normal, Jenn and I fucked like we'd never done before. She told me that it was her plan to personally make up for all the pain and damage my body had incurred while rescuing her sister, with all the sex I could ever want! We were having a blast. By the end of spring we'd all settled into a comfortable existence. Jenn took Anne out for some new clothes, and she'd also gotten a whole new look with a short haircut. I was healed and enjoying the heck out of my very grateful and very frisky wife, and Jenn could not have been happier. Our cape is a small house and we were all crammed together a bit, so every once in a while our rejuvenated sex life spilled out in front of Anne. Once when Jenn and I were fooling around in the bathroom I spotted Anne watching us. Once I started looking, I started noticed her watching a few more times. Then Anne started leaving the bathroom door open when she showered and we bumped into each other naked more than once. Anne was a hot little 19 year old coed, with the perfect little 5'2" body. I'd never forgotten the sight of her naked body on that bed. Seeing her in her underwear and naked around the house was very pleasing- but it was an awfully big temptation. One night, as Jenn and I lay naked in bed gasping for air after she'd ridden my pole to oblivion, we talked about it. I told Jenn about seing Anne watching us and her 'comfortable' dress etc. Jenn laughed. "I know, she's become a bit jealous of me... she's in love with you- you know." I stared back in surprise. "Jeez Paul really," she gasped in exasperation, - "you're the knight in shining armor that came to her rescue. You heroically saved her from being raped by those 2 pricks, and you got seriously hurt doing it. What did you expect from her, every woman in the same position would throw herself at her hero." "Oh boy!" I gasped and sat back. "I'm a little bit more in love with you for what you did too," she tittered as she took my deflated dick into her mouth and gave me another of her great blowjobs all while staring into my eyes. And that's how I came to live with two beautiful women- my wife and my sister. One who fucked me at every opportunity, and the other who teased me at every opportunity. Every Saturday morning, while Jenn was off volunteering, Anne would come downstairs barely dressed, kiss me good morning, and then sit down for breakfast. I quickly got to know all of her underwear and nightgowns. At night she usually wore just a t-shirt over panties when we sat at the TV. She became a constant source of wood, wood that my wife gladly serviced at the drop of a hat. My birthday is August 7th, and on the first Jenn started making plans. She and Anne kept joking that they were going to do it up real big for their hero. I laughed. On Friday night after the three of us had enjoyed a movie Jenn and I called it a night and closed our door for some ribald sex. As I marveled at my wife's sweet body Anne slapped the door and laughingly begged us to be quieter. The next morning Anne came downstairs in her underwear, kissed me and sat down. Then she started, "Paul how come you never touch me? You can, I want you to... "Anne, I'm married to your sister. Be serious! "If Jenn agreed would you? I stared, "yes, probably." "Probably? she pondered semi insulted. "Ok yes, She stood smiled and spun and left me sitting there with another hard on. SHIT! I called Jenn and we met for lunch and we had a serious talk. "We really need to resolve this. I've kept it in my pants so far, but I'm only human Jenn. Christ she's a 19 year old version of you- Jeez!! And she literally begs me for it. I'm going to break down sooner or later. Jenn sighed, it was a conversation we'd had before. And we went around and around about it again. I loved my wife, but Anne was making me nuts. That night Anne braced Jenn, she wanted her ok to sleep with me. And she wanted it to be my birthday present. Jenn and I talked about it all night. By the time we fell asleep, I'd sworn that it was totally up to her, and that I'd always love her and be faithful to her whether she said yes or no. She knew Anne got me hard, she'd blown me dozens of times to release the heads of steam her baby sister had built up. And she also knew that I'd never touch her otherwise. "Do you want to? she asked. "Of course I do on some level, she's very hot and she's a 19 year old version of you- Jeez!! "Then lets go have breakfast and talk- the 3 of us. We were at the table when Annie came down in a sheer wifebeater and skimpy panties. Wow. We got our kisses and then she sat and sipped her coffee. Jenn started, "Annie, we've been talking about Paul's birthday, and your present." Anne sat up quickly and smiled. "Tell me how you see this present." "I uhm," she considered her words carefully as her big opportunity presented itself, "I want to take you to my bed and fuck you over and over all day long." My dick was rock hard under the table. "And afterwards?" Jenn added. Anne scrunched her face not sure what Jenn meant. "That's up to you sis. Whatever you say... I waited. Anne waited. Jenn sipped her coffee and looked back and forth. "Jeez! You've really earned a special gift haven't you... But- Annie you have to convince me that you understand that Paul is my husband and that is not going to change." "Of course it's not going to change. It's clear to everyone how much you two love each other. And I'd never do anything to hurt either of you. But I kinda love him too- you know." she noted softly. "Please!" "Ok, on his birthday Paul will be free to sleep with you." Annie jumped up and kissed her and then kissed me. "Thank you, thank you! We ate breakfast and then I grabbed Jenn and pulled her upstairs to fix the raging hard on in my pants. Annie joked, "hey- save some for me sis, his birthday is only 2 days away." I arranged a personal day at work for my birthday. On Tuesday morning Jenn woke me standing by our bed with Annie standing before her naked with a little red bow on her left breast. "Happy birthday lover..." Annie giggled and crawled up the bed as Jenn smiled and left the room. Annie crawled up the bed pulled back the covers and kissed me. My hands pulled her to me as our tongues hungrily ravaged each other. She tasted sweet and giggled as she pulled away. My hands roamed her back and pulled her back to me. We kissed again as I groped her ass marveling at the soft curves. Annie moaned loudly as my fingers found her wet pussy. Her hands went right for my hard cock and guided it home. She was wet and tight and I readily slipped inside my sisters hot pussy. She settled down on my hips grinding to get everything inside her and then whispered gently, "I went on the pill the other morning. I'm protected, you can cum wherever you want... here...," she teased slipping her hand between her legs, "or up here," she mouthed with a big smile as she pointed to her open mouth and traced her lips. I groped her firm breasts as she slowly ground herself on top of me. We went slow and I caressed and explored all the curves and hollows of her soft body as she stared deeply into my eyes and pleasured me with her tight pussy. Annie came with a whimper, her nails digging into my chest as her throes took her. I held out for as long as any man could ever hope to and then grabbing her tight ass I jammed her hard and came in buckets. Annie moaned quietly, and then gently laid herself across my chest. I could hear her crying and softly whispering my name. I held her, alternately hugging her tightly and softly tracing her lower back with my fingers. We laid together for quite a while before she rose up and scuttled off to the bathroom with my tee shirt jammed between her legs. I pulled on a loose pair of sweats and mosied on down to the kitchen where Jenn had been cooking a big breakfast. I hugged and kissed my lovely wife, "happy birthday big guy," she beamed and held me. "So how's big Willy this morning?" We laughed and she gave me her present, which turned out to be an iPad- very nice! Annie strolled in with wearing a huge grin & a tee shirt- just a tee shirt from what I could see. She kissed Jenn and I and plopped down in her seat announcing, "I'm famished!" We all stared and then burst out laughing. We all ate french toast and bacon and drank lots of tea. While cleaning up Jenn announced plans to do some shopping, and with a wink she left us alone. Annie slipped onto my chair straddling my legs and kissed me. "Paul," she whispered as she softly caressed my face, "...I want... I want you inside me all day long." Her lips grazed mine as she teased me. The reaching down she whooshed off her tee and smiled as my face registered the sight of her hot body, "I like that look, when you look at me like that..." "That's the look of lust my dear..." I teased back and carried her back to the bedroom giggling. I spent the whole day in bed with my nubile little sister, all in all a rather nice way to celebrate ones 32nd birthday. Jenn returned around 5 and woke us laughing at the sweaty jumble of flesh that lay across the bed. We showered and enjoyed some big juicy steaks on the grill. Later that night my wife and I made love softly and quietly, and it was by far the best sex of my day. Annie and Jenn came to a reckoning later that week. On each of our birthdays, mine and Annies, we would be free to play, provided we both still wanted to. Annie's birthday was in January so that meant a day every 5 or 6 months. Annie was pleased, and Jenn looked happy too. For years Annie would go around & mark the dates on every calendar in our home. With our newly restructured relationship clearly defined, Annie got even more comfortable with strolling around our house half naked or wholly naked, eventually Jenn took to doing the same and I enjoyed the hell out of it all. Jenn and I continued to enjoy a vibrant sex life, as she worked to make up for my pain and reward her valiant knight each and every day. A few weeks later Annie returned to her classes, and she worked hard with a new found determination. Jenn and I were both pleased to see the sparkle starting to return in her eyes. Annie made a few new girlfriends and dated a few boys sporadically. My arm mostly recovered, although I'd never pitch those 90 mph fastballs again (like - I ever had). Birthdays became a very special affair in our home. So for Jenn's 30th that April I took her to Rome and Venice. We we were all happy. We had a nice pile of cash in the bank, Annie began talking with Jenn more, recovering nicely from her assault, we had great birthdays, and on occasion Jenn would invite her kid sister to join us for a special evening. Ahhh the life of a valiant knight....