7 comments/ 117933 views/ 12 favorites Keeping Secrets By: vacamper "All right, I admit it. Gigi is a looker. A fox. A hottie. A M.I.L.F. Enough already. We've had plenty of conversation about my mother. I'm glad that you and the rest of my friends enjoy checking out Kristen's mom, but let it go." Buzz never did know when to shut up and I had heard enough for the time. "Sorry pal, but seriously, look at those legs. You can't say you wouldn't wear 'em as earmuffs." Buzz continued ogling her from a slight distance. Being my mother, I hate to admit he was right. Gigi was going on fifty, but she was a fine looking woman. You know how every woman looks like her mom later in life? If Kristen looked like this at fifty, I would have no problem with that. Gigi has auburn hair, about shoulder length, pale blue eyes, and over all looks twenty years younger than she is. Buzz was right on that her legs are great. Smooth and tone from the toes to those... well you get the idea. But like I said, she's Kristen's mom. I did have my share of fantasies though. Well, maybe more than my share. We live next door to each other. For that matter there is a door connecting our apartments. Most of the time that works out well because we get along great and basically raid each other's kitchens, movies, etc. From time to time however, things can get a little close. Gigi has a tendency to barge in without knocking and men will be men. Several times Gigi had walked in when I was in boxers or just getting out of the shower. Once when I was laying naked on the couch, although I grabbed a blanket and didn't think she even noticed. But like I said, I have my fantasies. I would catch glimpses of her lounging in short nightshirts or dashing between bath and bedroom in panties. That was enough to get a raging hard on and get the mind working. Finally I started getting off to it; stroking my meat while I listened to her little pleasure moans coming from the shower next door, or beating off to some fantasy about her riding my cock. They became more and more elaborate. She would suck me off while I licked her cunt or we would have a quick fuck while Kristen or her father was just out of view. It was exhilarating. And again Gigi would walk in on me but without noticing or without having the timing to actually catch me. At least that's how it seemed to go. One day I was really getting into a fantasy. She was in my living room folding her laundry and the door to the bedroom was partly open. I was picturing her lips around my cock and then that gorgeous ass of hers rocking as she slid what I was sure must be the most talented pussy up and down my shaft. Lost in that state of mind, I must have called out her name. I heard footsteps and then her voice in the room. That set me off. I came so hard I shook, and with her only feet away. I was caught. I knew I was. I sat with my back to her waiting for the worst. But what was she saying? Didn't she know I was just fantasizing, dreaming about fucking her? "Did you need me for anything?" She asked me again. Oh yeah I needed her, but had she really not noticed? I played it cool. "I just wondered if you need some help out there." She said she was about done and left. I pulled it off. I came right in front of her and she had no idea. I cleaned up and walked out just as my wife came home. "So what have you guys been up to?" asked Kristen. Without a hitch Gigi answered back, "just jerking around." Then she winked at me. She had known all along and kept it our little secret. I wondered what other secrets Gigi and I might be able to keep. Two days later, I started to find out. It started out like any other day. Kristen's father works out of town for weeks at a time and he had just left on another trip the day before our first close encounter. Kristen works days and that left Gigi and I in the house, just the two of us. She had knocked on the door just after Kristen left and asked what I was up to with her coy smile. I told her "Not a thing at the moment." Then asked. "Why, do you have more laundry to do?" She laughed and said, "no laundry, just thought you might want to come watch TV or something." I had to agree of course. My day was usually pretty boring and my mother was great to hang out with. Plus I wondered where this would go after she had witnessed me masturbating. So far, nothing had even been mentioned. I sat down on the couch as she asked if I'd like a drink. "I'd like to use up this tequila so I'll have a fresh bottle when Brad gets back." She explained it so casually I didn't think anything of it. We turned on some movie channel and started drinking and making fun of the characters. The show went on and got more risqué as it progressed. Finally we were there on the couch together watching full out sex scenes on the screen. "They never seem to show a girl getting hers in these things," exclaimed Gigi as a pretty young brunette sucked down this guy's cock. I answered her, "Some guys just aren't into going down I guess." Bringing a silly grin to her face. The alcohol was setting in. She seemed to be getting restless as we sat there. She had moved toward me until she was sort of being held by me, as we were both stretched out on the sofa. Then I realized why she was wiggling. While she sat there practically in my lap, the movie had stirred her up so that she started touching herself. I was now holding my wife's mother as she masturbated. It took only a few minutes before I whispered to her, "would you like some help with that." She nodded weakly. I began kissing her neck, getting her even more worked up. I tried to take my time but did terribly at it. I stroked her shoulders and arms, then her thighs before reaching under her nightshirt to take away her blue satin panties. I was certain she had already told me what she wanted. I was going down. I had rarely enjoyed the taste of a woman's pussy, but she wasn't bad. I knew she had just showered before I came over. Mostly, I wanted "the girl to get hers." That was her wish. I devoured her. I put more effort into it than any woman before. I knelt there paying homage until she gasped and shook in orgasm. She pulled me to her, wrapping her arms around my neck, and kissed me softly, thanking me for the attention. Then she slid her hand down and griped my hard cock through my jeans. Without saying a word she gave me a lusty look and laid back, thighs open. I stripped down and came after my reward, not concerned with taking my time. I drove into her cunt with the perverted thought; here I was, fucking the hole that my wife had come from. It turned me on in some strange way and I hit home again and again as she moaned softly. Finally I felt myself filling her cunt, just as we heard Kristen's car in the driveway. We looked at each other with satisfaction as she calmly sucked and licked me clean. I pulled on my pants just in time to meet my wife at the door. Gigi followed just behind me, having covered up in pajamas. "Your hubby's been good enough to keep me company all day", she exclaimed. Kristen said how bored I must be as Gigi and I exchanged glances. "No honey. It really wasn't bad at all. More like a little quality time." Keeping Secrets This story is about three people learning to try new things and being comfortable around each other. There is some casual interaction between the male characters, but nothing too heavy. If you're an absolute homophobe, this may not be for you. +++++++++++++++++++ I'd only been away from home a few months for my first semester at college when my Mother's Aunt died. I didn't know her very well, aside from occasional family reunions, but it seemed important to Mom that everyone be home for the service. Grudgingly, I packed enough stuff for a long weekend and headed home. The girl I met in economics class was great, and I hoped to get past second base this weekend...but I suppose there would be plenty of time for that. I didn't buckle under Mom's nagging until the last second, and my room had already been promised to a cousin, so I had to stay with my brother and his wife. Mom avoided having anyone else stay with them, since their house was hard to find and not convenient to the funeral home. Matt and I got along pretty well, so I wasn't upset about the arrangements. We were five years apart, so I guess we weren't as close as we could have been, but Matt was definitely important to me. Always willing to try anything, he seemed far more adventurous than me, and his wife was equally daring. Matt and Rachel had been married less than a year, but had already shared an impressive list of activities from rock-climbing to skydiving. My parents hoped that marriage might calm my brother's thirst for thrills, but it seemed he found a kindred spirit. "Hi there, Jeffy!" Rachel squealed, hugging me as I walked in the front door. She knew calling me by such a childish-sounding name irritated me, and teasing me was one of her favorite pastimes. "Damn...that athletic program has you filling-out. I should have waited and married the younger brother." She said, giving me a peck on the cheek. "Hands-off the baby bro'." Matt said cheerfully, coming down the stairs. "But she's right...you're getting some nice tone." "Thanks guys. I had no idea that weight training for soccer would be so intense, but even I'll admit that it's doing me some good." I was pleased they noticed the results of so many grueling hours in the gym and at practice. "When you take scholarship money for kicking around a ball, I guess you have to play like you mean it." Matt said, bumping me in the shoulder as he grabbed my duffel bag. After settling-in, discussing school over pizza, and watching a movie...the evening went by quickly and I was starting to get sleepy. Excusing myself after helping with the paper plates, I went up to my room and drifted-off. I rolled over at about 1am, looking at the clock when I heard some enthusiastic grunts and giggles coming from across the hall. Of course, I knew what was likely happening, and did my best to ignore the sounds and go back to sleep. But after a few minutes of burying my head in the pillow, curiosity got the better of me. Rising from the bed and being careful not to make the floors creak, I slowly opened my door and stepped into the hall. Matt and Rachel's bedroom was diagonal from mine, and I was shocked to find their door wide open. Their house was built in the twenties, and I knew some of the doors wouldn't stay closed unless you latched them...but this seemed like a strange thing to forget with company in the house. Inching closer to the door and peering around the frame, I certainly got an eyeful...even in the dim lighting. Rachel was on her knees, clutching the headboard with Matt kneeling behind her and ramming his cock deep into her pussy. "Ooohh yyyeeess....fuck me baby, fuck me!" Rachel hissed through gritted teeth. Matt didn't respond with words, but began thrusting harder and faster with every coo of pleasure from his wife. The moonlight didn't reveal many details, but I could still clearly see my brother's balls swinging between his legs and Rachel's breasts swaying in rhythm with every stroke. My own cock was now painfully hard and poking out the fly of my boxers as I continued to watch a scene that was hotter than any porn video. I had no idea how long they'd been at it, but it seemed that the end was getting near. "Oh fuck, baby...your pussy is pulsing like crazy!" Matt said, bending over Rachel's back and grabbing her breast with one hand while teasing her clit with the other. "Mmmmm...uh-huh...uh-huh...yyyeeesss!" Rachel squealed, seemingly trying to keep her voice down as the wave of climax washed over her. Matt grunted in low, deep tones. The muscles in his ass flexed as he pushed tightly against his wife's ass They remained in position for a few moments, catching their breath before slowly moving onto their backs. As Matt pulled away, I caught a glimpse of Rachel's pussy...the lips puffy and shiny, with her husband's seed dripping from her snatch. "Oh shit, that damned door swung open again." Matt said, rising up on his elbows just as I pulled my face out of view. "It's ok, sweety. Jeff's door is closed, and he's probably deep asleep by now." Rachel whispered before leaning over to take Matt's soft and sticky prick into her mouth. I took advantage of my brother's distracted state, and crept back to my room. My heart was pounding at how close I came to being caught. If Matt had gotten up to close the door, there was nowhere I could have gone. Thankfully, a full box of tissues was on the nightstand to clean the mess I was soon to make. ++++++++++++++++ The next morning, Matt and Rachel acted as though nothing happened, and I never gave any indication that I'd witnessed more than I should. The funeral was mercifully short, and the usual ritual of being passed around the relatives wasn't as painful as I feared. The whole thing was over by two o'clock, so I got a ride from Dad back to my Brother's place so I could change and go for a run. Matt was going back to work for a while, and Rachel agreed to help my Mom put some things away. The run was great, and it felt good to get some exercise after being used to a regular routine at school. No one else was home yet, so I jumped into the shower to cool off and remove a layer of sweat. After drying off and wrapping the towel around my waist, I started to walk back to my room, but looked down the hall at the other bedroom door. I have no idea what came over me, but I felt like I had to reimagine the scene from last night. The door was open, and their bed hadn't been made. In the corner, near the closet door, I saw a pair of panties and boxers lying crumpled on the floor. I was now doing things without even thinking. Stepping to the corner, I picked-up the soiled underwear. The boxers had splotches of dried cum, and the panties retained the sweet smell of Rachel's pussy. I've never been a "sniffer", but the need to inhale the scent of my sister became overpowering. Even the salty smell of Matt's cum seemed to have an effect on me. "What the hell, dude?" Matt said calmly, standing in the door and tugging at his tie. "Is this something else I should keep a secret, like the time I caught you circle-jerking your buddy Eric?" I nearly jumped out of my skin. I was so focused on the items in my hand, that I never heard anyone enter the house. "Oh fuck...shit, man...I'm sorry!" I stammered. "And don't ever bring that shit up again." "Hey...it's all good...whatever gets your rocks off." Matt replied, pulling the tie out of his collar and leaning against the door frame. "Is that why you're sniffing my wife's panties? Is your girlfriend not giving it up?" "Just...just shut up, man...let me out of here to die of embarrassment. You can gloat later." I said, tossing the underwear back into the corner. "Honey...do you think Jeff will be around for dinner?" I heard Rachel ask in the background, walking up the stairs. "I'm pretty sure he will...unless he bursts into flames in the next few minutes." Matt said, leaning his head back toward the hallway. All the air seemed to leave the room, and I felt like I could faint as Matt moved out of the doorway and let Rachel walk inside. We just stared at each for what seemed like eternity before Matt broke the ice. "I think we might have been a little loud last night, dear." He said, standing behind his wife and caressing her shoulders. "My brother was enjoying your panties when I walked in on him unexpectedly. Jeff already knows I can keep his secrets, but I think he'll feel better if you assure him that everything's ok." "Oh my gosh...Oh Jeffy...I'm so sorry...don't be embarrassed. I think this is so sweet!" Rachel said, walking up to me and wrapping her arms around my bare torso to hug me. "It's so wonderful that both you men are so comfortable in your own skin." "Uh...yeah...I guess." I mumbled, not knowing what to do as my sister kissed my cheek while I stood in her bedroom wearing only a towel. "Rachel is a very daring woman, Jeff. She's gotten me to try things I'd never imagine." Matt said, sitting on the bed to remove his shoes before turning to speak to his wife. "It might be premature, sweet-heart, to think that Jeff is as open to things as we are." "Oh...I don't know...I think something like that tends to run in the family." Rachel said softly, running her finger down the center of my chest. "Do you like watching, Jeff? Would you like to do that again without having to hide?" she whispered in my ear. "Have a seat, little brother, before you fall down." Matt said with a grin and nodding to a bench against the wall. "I'm afraid you've gotten her all worked up, man....and there's not much I'll deny her when she's like that." I was so stunned that I couldn't speak, and clumsily sat on the nearby bench. Rachel kicked-off her heels as Matt moved behind her and lowered the zipper of her black dress. "Can we share some fun with your brother, sweet-heart...would you be ok with that?" Rachel asked her husband, turning her head to kiss him as he stood behind her. "He's someone I know well...so I could make that happen for you, baby." Matt said hoarsely before looking straight at me. "How about it, Jeff? Can you make this special woman very happy, and keep everybody's secrets? We planned to come home for a quickie...but it seems we could all use a little fun." "I...uh...I've never...done anything like this." The words barely escaped my lips as Matt pulled down Rachel's dress and revealed her firm breasts. "Don't do anything you don't want to. Your brother tried this once before we were married...but the other guy disappointed me." Rachel said without a fake pout. "Matt and I aren't afraid of new things. I'd love to share what we've learned with you." "Relax...take it easy...jump-in whenever you'd like, or run for the door...whatever works for you." Matt said with a wink as he lowered Rachel's dress to the floor. With the light of the afternoon sun filling the room, instead of muted moonlight, it was easy to see how gorgeous Rachel was. Her soft, but athletic body was as beautiful as any I'd seen in magazines. The pink lace panties she wore were a perfect complement to her form, and matched nicely the tone of her erect nipples. My eyes were focused on her as she moved next to Matt and began unbuttoning his shirt. My brother kneaded his wife's breasts and kissed her neck while she nibbled on his exposed chest. I could hardly believe that either of them was so calm about having me in the room. I grew slightly more uncomfortable, however, as Rachel came to her knees in front of Matt and tugged at the belt around his waist. The thought occurred to me that I should leave this loving couple to their own devices, but I was also strangely curious. Even after last night, I had never actually seen my brother's erect cock. He had caught me several years ago doing some bullshit experimenting with a high-school buddy, and I was so deeply embarrassed that I never did anything like it again. To his credit, Matt was very cool about it, and never talked about the incident. We'd seen each other naked any number of times getting out of the shower or changing clothes...but nothing like this. It seemed Matt could sense my discomfort, and tried to give me an out. "It's only going to get crazier from here, dude. Rachel is sure to cast a powerful spell that neither of us will be able to shake." Matt said in a reassuring, brotherly tone. "We'd like you to stay, but we understand if it's just too much." "Oh now...I'm not that scary, am I?" Rachel said with a seductive grin. "Besides...we're all family...nobody is going to get hurt...just a little adult fun." The notion that Matt was giving me full permission to ride this out helped calm my nerves, at least a little. Nevertheless, my heart rate jumped and my throat tightened as I watched Rachel unzip his pants and release Matt's swollen tool. The first thought that entered my mind was "holy fuck!" At a nicely thick seven inches, I'm no slouch, but my older brother had another inch and bit more girth as well. It only stood to reason, since he's taller and bigger built than me...but I guess it had even more impact as it slapped against the bottom of Rachel's chin. Matt's muscled and rugged frame came from his work in landscaping, and seemed quite imposing against his wife's feminine form. "Oh...fuck...that feels good!" Matt moaned as Rachel licked his cock from balls to tip and back again. By now, I was rock hard and pre-cum had formed a spot on my seriously tented towel. I was witnessing one of the most enthusiastic blowjobs I had ever seen, as Rachel swallowed her husband's tool to the root and spit dripped from his balls. "Mmmmm...I'm willing to bet that both the Miller boys have tasty cocks." Rachel said, looking at me and curving her finger to motion me toward her. "Care to give me a sample, Jeffy? I'd love a taste test." Once again, I'd gone mute and struggled to say anything at all. "Go ahead, man. You won't believe how talented she is." Matt said, staring at the condition of my towel. Nervously, I rose from the bench, my damp towel sticking to the cushion and leaving me naked. Rachel reached out to grip my cock and pulled me next to her. I gasped for air as she nuzzled my balls and ran her tongue along the bottom of my shaft. My brother wasn't kidding. His wife's oral talents far exceeded any of my girlfriends'. From this act alone, I could understand why Matt was so willing to try, and do, anything for her. "You're both so fucking delicious!" Rachel squealed, turning her head from one to the other dick and giving expert attention to both. "I want a favor, boys." Rachel said to both of us, with a sultry look in her eyes. "Can I have them both? Will the brothers man-up and double-dick my nasty mouth?" First, I was more than shocked at how dirty my sweet sister could be. Second, the idea that all three of us would make full contact never occurred to me before this moment. The possibilities were still spinning in my head when Matt took the initiative. "She wants it bad, dude. This kind of action is her biggest fantasy. Just go with it...it won't kill us." And then he moved closer, allowing Rachel to press the heads of our cocks together and slide them into her waiting mouth. "The lady just wants to enjoy us both...and for all of us to be comfortable enough to enjoy each other. There won't be any chains, whips, or forced activities." Matt said with an easy laugh. Weird...holy shit, this is fucking weird. That was the only thing I could think as I felt my brother's prick slipping against my own. For her part, Rachel seemed like a bitch in heat, and her enthusiasm for giving the world's best blowjob increased ten-fold. The sensation was so bizarre, and so taboo, that I couldn't stand much more. I could feel my balls tighten and knew that holding back was not an option. "Aaarrrggg...oohhh...fffuuuccckkk!" I groaned as four or five heavy streams of cum flowed from my cock. My spunk covered Rachel's face, coated my brother's cock, and splashed onto the floor. My knees shook and my legs felt week, so I fell onto the nearby bed before collapsing on the floor. Rachel giggled and cooed while cleaning my cum off Matt's prick. "Mmmm...so tasty. Jeffy might be a little sweeter than you, babe". "Is that so?" Matt asked, before pulling his wife off her knees to stand in front of him. He embraced Rachel tightly and licked white fluid off her cheek before kissing her and jamming his tongue into her mouth. "You might be right. It's the first time I've tried any other than my own, so I'm hardly an expert." Matt then picked her up and tossed Rachel onto the bed next to me. "I told you it wasn't anything to be afraid of. Now don't you feel a little silly?" Rachel asked Matt in a playful tone while reaching over to lazily stroke my chest. "I guess it helps knowing who the other guy is, and that he's not going to blackmail me." Matt answered with a grin and slapping my thigh before bending down to suck on Rachel's nipples. "How about you, Jeffy? Are you having fun giving me an afternoon that more women fantasize about than you can imagine?" Rachel said, turning her face toward me while pushing Matt's head down toward her pussy. "Uh...well...not what I thought I'd be doing today." I mumbled, watching by brother eat his wife's cunt. Matt looked up from between Rachel's legs and gripped my right ankle. "Were both real pervs...but I guess you figured that out." He said with a wink and a playful grin. "I really like to watch. How about giving my wife the same sixty-nine treatment you gave that slut girlfriend of yours a few years back?" "You were watching us?" I asked, without the full implication of his request registering in my brain. Matt stepped back and sat on the same bench I occupied earlier. Slowly stroking his hard cock while staring at the two bodies on the bed, he finally replied. "I got home early one day when you had that cheerleader bimbo in your room. She was brainless, but damn nice to look at. It took a lot of restraint not to barge-in and join you." "Ooohhh...I bet the young lady would have enjoyed that!" Rachel hissed, rubbing her clit and nibbling on my ear. "Feed me that hot cock, Jeffy. I'd love to clean it up for you." My mind raced with images of the girl I broke up with as a junior in high-school. My brother was right...she was no rocket scientist...but she was a fun fuck, and had the reputation to go with it. The visuals in my head, and in the room, soon got my dick swelling again. "Go ahead man. I bet Rachel's pussy is sweeter than any you've tasted." This whole situation was quickly going from bizarre to completely surreal. I couldn't help but wonder how many times my brother spied on me. I began to feel like a pervert myself, as the notion aroused me even more. I offered no response, but simply found myself following Rachel's guidance as she tugged on my limbs until I was hovering over her body, with my knees ahead of her shoulders. I looked down to see a neatly shaved pussy, with only a small patch of pubic hair at the top. The aroma of her sex was intoxicating and I soon lost my inhibitions as she gripped my ass and pulled my cock into her waiting mouth. Running my fingers across her moist folds and teasing her clit, Rachel moaned in appreciation without ever releasing my cock. I could feel her hand running up my back before pushing my head into her sopping gash. My tongue immediately darted between her puffy labia, savoring the sweet nectar that coated my nose and lips. Rachel's body writhed beneath me as my hunger grew for what was indeed the best pussy I had ever tasted. "Fuck, man...you're hitting all her buttons." Matt said, rising from the bench. "I hate to interrupt, but I need a piece of this action." My brother grumbled, gently lifting my head out of the way before plunging his hard cock into his wife's gash. Keeping Secrets I was a little stunned, my face only inches away from their sudden union. My body rose instantly, pulling my cock from Rachel's mouth. She quickly wrapped her arms around my thighs, preventing me from backing away and suddenly buried her face and tongue into the crack of my ass. "Oh...fuck!" I yelped as my eyes shot wide open. A bolt of pleasure shot through my body, unlike anything I felt before. Matt chuckled at my shocked expression. "Wild as hell, isn't it? Thought my dick had never been so hard the first time she ate my ass." He then casually wrapped his hand around my prick as though gauging its firmness. "Seems to have had the same effect on you." My brother slowly ground his cock into his wife's tunnel. Rachel's body flowed beneath me like a wave of flesh...her tongue, and then a finger, invading my sensitive pucker. Purely as a reflex to maintain balance, my hand reached out to grip Matt's shoulder as a shudder raced through my body. "Are you ok with this, Sport?" Matt asked, gently stroking my cock as his wife shoved a second finger into my ass. "I've always been curious about swinging and seeing her with another dude. Rachel said I might enjoy it with the right guy." Without thinking, I reached down to knead Rachel's breast as she teased my prostate and lapped at my balls. My mind raced a million miles-an-hour as brief, but quickly dismissed fantasies from the past filled my thoughts. Of course, I'd been curious....I would have never touched my high-school buddy if I wasn't. Girls and pussy, however, were always the major focus. This shit was starting to get way too real, much too fast. Still, I had never been involved in anything so wildly erotic in my life. Even now, I vaguely realized that this whole thing had potential to create deep regret...but the flood gate was open, and I wanted to experience sex in ways that I would have never allowed myself before. These were people I could trust, who wouldn't judge me, and could keep a secret. "Yeah...I mean...shit...this is intense. I...I need...to cool-off a minute." I stammered between ragged breaths before lying down on the bed next to Rachel. The two lovers needed a change of pace as well, and Matt soon moved onto the bed behind his wife, both lying on their sides and spooning each other. Rachel turned her head to share a deeply passionate kiss while Matt raised her left leg and pushed his rigid cock into her pussy from behind. My brother's loose, shaved sack rested on Rachel's thigh as he thrust into her soaked tunnel. Rachel cried out frequently with her eyes closed and one hand franticly rubbing her clit. Feeling bolder than I would have ever imagined, I inched closer to the pair. Moving Rachel's hand aside, I tentatively extended my tongue and flicked the pearl just above my brother's tool. "Aaaahhh...yyyeeesss! Oh god, yes!" Rachel screamed, placing a hand at the back of my head and pushing me closer. "Oh hell yeah, man...keep going! You've got her clamped around my dick so tight!" Matt grunted as his thrusts became deeper and faster. Rachel tugged at my aching cock, pulling me toward her waiting mouth. She nibbled on the spongy head and rolled my balls between her fingers. Damn, she really knew how to suck cock! More of my sister's sweet nectar flowed out from around her husband's prick and onto my tongue as her excitement increased. The shaft of Matt's tool glistened from Rachel's lubrication and a new curiosity came over me. Unsure of my brother's reaction, I extended my tongue and sampled more of his wife's juices from the bottom of his shaft. "Fffucckkk....feels good...weird...but so damn good." Matt moaned softly, reaching over to squeeze my arm. Breaking away from my dick, Rachel looked down to see what had her husband so pleased. "So hot...so fucking hot!" she nearly screamed. "You guys are the best...so brave...so damn hot! Lick his balls for me, Jeffy! Let me see you suck on your brother's nuts!" Oddly enough, I hesitated for a moment, but eventually thought "what the fuck", and did as the lady asked. Rachel's body seemed to tense the very moment my nose nuzzled into the silky flesh. My brother's scrotum was shaved smooth and felt soft against my lips as I gently suckled each walnut-sized orb. I kept telling myself I was doing this to please one of the most over-sexed women I'd ever encountered, but in truth I found it strangely satisfying to be enhancing everyone's pleasure. After only a few moments, Matt's sack began to tighten and drew closer to his crotch. Rachel began whimpering and a red flush seemed to wash over her chest and face. "Oh shit...oh shit...you feel so good, baby!" my brother said while nibbling on Rachel's ear as his climax became inevitable. "Ooooohhh...fffuuucckkkk!" I could see Matt's cock pulse as he emptied an ample load into his wife's womb. Rachel's body seemed to shiver and convulse as a strong orgasm rippled through her. She was still playing with her clit and keeping herself on the edge as Matt slowly withdrew his softening cock and a trail of cum leaked from her slit. "Mmmm...mmmm...more...give me more!!" Rachel squealed, fingering her sloppy gash. "Oh shit man, she still has another wave building-up! Get in there, dude! She hasn't been this wired in a long time!" Matt said, kneeling over his wife's head, raising her thighs and spreading them wide. "Oooohhh...fuck me, Jeff...please fuck me!" Rachel said in a pleading tone. I was so fucking horned that the idea I was about to fuck my brother's wife barely occurred to me. The reality became all too clear, however, as I took position and noticed her well-used cunt. Matt placed his wife's legs onto my shoulders, slipped his sticky prick into her mouth, and waited to see me mount her. Taking aim, I closed my eyes and easily sank into Rachel's warm and sticky tunnel. I could hear the squishing sound as their combined fluids oozed around my aching shaft and flowed over my balls. Rachel's vagina immediately tightened around my cock and began pulsing strongly as her need began to build once more. Participating in sloppy-seconds wasn't anything I had ever fantasized about, but I had to admit the sensation was much different than being the first inside. By the time I was fully inside her, Matt removed his limp, cleaned cock from Rachel's mouth and lay down beside his wife...kneading her breasts and whispering into her ear. "Holy shit, baby...it's really happening. My little brother is going to fuck you and fill you with cum!" Rachel then reached out, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss. Her legs slipped off my shoulders and wrapped around my waist with her calves pressing against my ass. My sister's lips and tongue were still coated with my brother's seed and the salty taste was evident as we shared a lustful kiss. "Fuck her hard, man. She's so close to seeing fireworks!" Matt said, playfully slapping my ass. It was clear that we both needed to get-off badly, so any gentle build-up seemed unnecessary. I paused to kiss Rachel's firm breasts before rising up and stuffing a pillow under her hips. The movement caused me to withdraw from her pulsing snatch, forcing me to see the creamy coating of another man's spunk on my cock, before ramming it back inside her. The thrusts were hard and fast. My balls slapped against Rachel's ass and her breasts jiggled with every push. Matt kissed his wife as her whimpers and moans became increasingly louder. I couldn't stand much more. I'd never felt a pussy convulse as strong as Rachel's, and despite the extra lubrication, her snatch became tighter than any I'd experienced. "Uh-huh...uh-huh...uh-huh...ooohhh god!" Rachel screamed. Her body shivered and the familiar flush returned to her chest and face. Her nipples stiffened and breathing became ragged as a powerful orgasm consumed her senses. The resulting climax nearly put a clamp around my dick and I shot almost immediately. I could only grunt and groan through gritted teeth as forceful streams of seed filled Rachel's already saturated vessel. Breathing heavily, I leaned back onto my calves and stared at the milky stream that flowed from Rachel's cunt. My mind was still in a fog when Matt leaned over and took my softening prick into his mouth, cleaning me and milking the last few drops of cum. I rolled onto the bed, exhausted, watching my brother kiss his wife and share the fluid gleaned from my cock. Rachel clutched my hand and cooed softly as Matt moved between her legs and gently lapped the oozing spunk from her pussy. I must have fallen asleep shortly after what was undeniably the wildest sex I'd ever had. When I awoke, I found myself spooned against Rachel's back with Matt's arm draped over both of us. The two lovers were slumbering when I eased off the bed to take a much needed piss. Returning from the bathroom, Matt and Rachel were awake and sharing tender kisses. "Thank you, Jeff. Thank you so much for helping us feel something so incredible." Rachel said softly and earnestly. "How do you feel, bro? Will you be ok with the trip we took today?" Matt asked, lazily playing with his wife's breasts. I sat on the edge of the bed, giving serious thought to my brother's question. I couldn't deny having enjoyed it...but in hindsight, it did seem more than a little strange and taboo. "I guess it depends on how much importance you guys put on it. I mean...it was wild as hell and a lot of fun...but I don't want to become your guys' fuck-toy." Matt smiled and Rachel giggled. "We understand your concern." Matt said seriously. "This might never happen again. If we ask, and you're not into it...we can respect that. Feel free to ask us if you have a scene you'd like to try...we'll always answer honestly." "Don't let our freaky side interfere with your own relationships, Jeffy." Rachel said, dragging her foot along my leg. "Today was on open expression of love that I'll never forget. I'm more than happy if this is the only time I get share the two hottest men on the planet." The three of us shared a shower together, and the feeling of respect and love was obvious. The next morning was remarkably calm, with no hard feelings or remorse. I was actually amazed at how well the whole thing seemed to resolve itself. ++++++++++++++++ Over the next several months, I was able to put that one afternoon behind me and managed to build a great relationship with the girl in economics class. We were having fun, but it seemed clear to both of us that it wasn't the stuff of life-long commitment. School was a huge focus for us both, and I was happy to leave it that way for now. Thanksgiving break came around before I knew it, and soon headed back home for a long weekend. It was the night before the big gathering, so Rachel came to our parent's to help bake pies. Matt showed-up after work, and we all had a good time talking about our messed-up cousins, Aunt Clare's horrible slaw, and various other family topics. Eventually, I went up to my room to find some sweatshirts I wanted to take back to school with me. "Hey, Jeff...you in here?" I heard Matt say from the door to my room. "Yeah...in the closet...give me a minute." I replied, balancing a stack of sweaters inside the walk-in closet of my room. "Actually...this is good." Matt said, now standing behind me and closing the door to the closet. "I'd rather Mom and Dad didn't hear us right now." "Ok...so what's this shit? I know you didn't kill the cat." I said sarcastically. "I'll make this quick, dipshit." My brother said, smacking the side of my head. "I want to see if you'd be willing to grant Rachel and me another favor." "Oh...I see...guess that's not something everybody should hear." My cock suddenly felt a bit more sensitive. "It's ok if you don't want to. We know we're asking a lot." Matt shifted nervously on his feet. "Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass? More precisely, would you like to?" "Uh...no...but I've probably not done any of the things you guys think up. I...well...I'm not sure if we should go down that road again." "Rachel wants us both in her at once." Matt said, mindlessly adjusting his crotch. "We've tried meeting other guys and couples...but you're the only one we trust. For some fucked-up reason, I get-off sharing her with you. Not just somebody we meet online." "I love you both a lot, and shared more than I ever imagined. I'm just afraid of making this a routine thing." I said, trying to deflect the proposition, even as my cock slowly swelled. "Well...ok...you've been honest, and you're probably being more rational than we are." My brother said, glancing down at the bulge in my sweatpants. "But if your dick starts winning the argument...be at our house Saturday night." "I'll think about it...but it's not likely to happen." I replied, even as mental images of the possibilities flashed in my head. "Fair enough." Matt said before reaching into my sweatpants and collecting pre-cum with his finger. "A present for Rachel...at least she'll know I really asked you." Matt left me shocked and speechless as he opened the door and walked away with a shiny index finger. About an hour later, and after jerking-off in the closet, I found the nerve to go downstairs. Matt and Rachel were just leaving, so I grabbed their jackets and met them at the door. Hugs were traded all around, but Rachel put a finger in her mouth and leaned close to my ear. "I loved the sample...but Saturday is still open if you'd like to give us more." Watching them get in the car and drive away, I knew that I should let it drop...but realized I'd be giving Matt and Rachel exactly what they wanted. Keeping Secrets In a way, this is like traveling back and forth in time. Though this is my life, and I thought I knew what was happening in it, it appears that much of what I thought I knew was wrong. So now I go back and forth in time, looking at how my life is now and how it actually came to be that way. That night at the Camel's Breath almost two years ago is when it all started, or so I thought at the time. Iris and I were sitting at the bar, sharing a drink after a dinner at Black Angus when she pointed over at two men who had just walked in. "That's them," she hissed as they made their way over to a table. All I saw was two construction worker types, one white, one African-American, who looked to be in their mid to late thirties. I had no idea what my wife was talking about and told her so. "That's Leonard and Steven. The two guys from the campground." Just three weeks before Iris and her close friend Ann had taken her RV up to the mountains for a long weekend. My wife had told me about two guys who were camping near them, and had helped them get a fire started the first night up there. She teased me about how good-looking and strong they were, knowing I've fantasized for years about her fucking another guy while I watched. She told me the two guys were always hanging around the campsite, and that if Ann had been willing, they probably would have turned the camping trip into one long orgy. I assumed it was all just talk; we had never done anything about making the fantasy real, Yet here were two men that I already knew she found hot; maybe we could make something happen tonight. We sat at the bar talking a bit. The two men hadn't recognized Iris, so if something were going to happen we would have to initiate it. My wife told me it was my fantasy, so I would have to be the one to tell the two men I wanted them to fuck my wife. It was a long walk over to their table, and at first both of them looked at me like I was some kind of faggot nutjob. But once I pointed out Iris, they were all for the idea. "Hell," Steven (the white guy) laughed, "we were looking to fuck her and her friend just a few weeks ago. We didn't care if the husbands knew a damn thing about it or not." The four of us got of the bar in a hurry, and drove to our house. Iris rode with them, and from the way her head was sometimes disappearing, she was doing more than just giving them directions. Once we got to our house, my wife pulled her two future lovers right to our bedroom while I got our camcorder out. I wasn't going to miss the chance to record this event. When I came into the bedroom to set everything up, Iris already had both cocks out and was working at them like a kid on a hot day trying to keep both a vanilla and chocolate ice cream from melting. Both cocks were a little longer than mine, which I knew would please Iris, and Steven's girth made it look like a coke can. Damn, that thing was really going to open her up. My wife was having a hard time getting more than the head of it in her mouth, but she didn't stop trying. For the next two hours, I filmed my wife take on the two studs in every way possible, (she wouldn't let them fuck her in the ass, either because they were too big, or the issue with diseases, or because she thought it might bother me.) There was a cock in her pussy and/or her mouth at all times, and she couldn't get enough. Leonard came in her three times, once in her mouth, the other two times in her abused pussy. Steven only came twice, both in her pussy, but he seemed to be able to stay hard forever. I wondered if he were some kind of Zen master or something. When they were done, Leonard volunteered to film me getting my first 'sloppy seconds', (or 'sloppy fifths', since she already had four loads in her!). The cunt felt amazing! The interior was so wet, loose, and slippery that I wasn't getting much friction (after they left Iris admitted she could hardly feel me), but the heat and sheer nastiness of it was overwhelming. I tried not to cum too fast, and was probably able to make it last a little over five minutes, but way before I wanted to I was blasting yet another load in her already overflowing pussy. I didn't think we'd ever be able to match the first time Iris became a 'hot wife'. Of course, now two years later, I know that wasn't her first 'hot wife' episode. Iris admitted that she and Ann had spent that entire weekend getting the shit fucked out of them by Leonard and Steven. After the two guys had helped them build the fire, the four of them had shared some grass that Steven had. They got so high that when Leonard suggested that the women might enjoy a couple of 'bigger joints', the women didn't hesitate. They gave the guys blowjobs right by the fire. Iris said it was burning low by that time, but she admitted it was light enough for other campers to see what they were doing if anyone was still up. Iris said she had never fucked more in her life than that weekend, even as wild as things have gotten over the past two years. They fucked while they were out hiking, whenever they found even a slightly private looking spot. They fucked when they rested, getting the RV rocking enough that another couple nearby made a joke about how the stabilizers didn't seem to be working right. And they fucked all night, doing things we had never done. In fact, Iris admitted that the first DP she had ever tried was that weekend, and that she fucking loved it. Ann tried it afterwards, and Iris said she loved it as well. Apparently, however, the men were less than enthralled with Ann's lovemaking abilities, as Iris found out later. The trouble was that Ann didn't want her husband Bob to know, so Ann made Iris swear to keep it a secret. Which she did for two years until Ann and Bob moved away last month. When Steven called a few days after their shared camping trip and asked to get together again, Iris was flattered and asked if he had called Ann yet. When Steven told my wife that Leonard and he agreed that she was much better in bed, Iris was even more flattered. She got together with the two men that very weekend for a threesome, then got the two of them to agree to meet at the Camel's Breath in front of me, and pretend it was all a coincidence. The amazing thing about Iris fucking these two men twice before doing it in front of me is that my wife kept it a secret for three weeks. A running joke throughout all our years of marriage was that Iris was constitutionally unable to keep a secret from anyone, least of all me. Yet she kept this huge one, and more besides. Now that Iris was a full-fledged 'hot wife', she decided she liked the lifestyle. She continued to get together with Leonard, Steven, or most commonly both, every two to three weeks for over a year. She probably could have handled them more often, but she didn't want to 'get spoiled'. I sometimes kidded her that her pussy tasted of cum even when she hadn't seen her lovers for a while, and she would tease back, saying, "Honey, you're like Pavlov's dogs. Every time you go between my legs now, you think you're tasting a cream pie." Unfortunately, she wasn't into doing a double penetration scene with them, but after much begging on my part to give it a try, Iris finally consented. Of course, she demanded a price be paid first. I had to be the 'entertainment' at bachelorette party a co-worker had. I not only had to strip, but also jerk off in front of twelve women! Fortunately, I only knew two of them slightly, and I did get some great video of the sandwich Steven and Leonard made out of Allison! Eventually, all good things come to an end. Steven got married and Leonard moved out of the area a little later. But Iris and I had gotten used to a little spice in our marriage by now. On a trip to New York just over six months, she had me approach three different men to tell them I 'needed help satisfying my wife'. Two took me up on the offer, and one even allowed me to videotape the session. Shortly after returning from the vacation, Iris found another lover who she is still seeing up to the present time. Arthur, her lover, is a couple years older than us and married. His wife, Callie, knows of the arrangement and approves. Having lost virtually all interest in sex since her hysterectomy, she prefers her husband have regular lovers that she knows instead of chasing all sorts of tramps behind her back. Even though Arthur is older, he has tremendous stamina, and Iris assures me that he is a better lover than either Steven or Leonard. The two of them get together at least every two weeks, and I have dozens of hours of video of them making love in all sorts of positions and places. Occasionally, Arthur will bring a young friend of his, Rainier, to have a threesome with my wife. Iris always enjoys that, but has not yet done a DP with the two of them. Her asking price has been too high. (She has told me she wants to watch me suck her lovers off or at least clean them up after they're done fucking her.) I just have to be satisfied with seeing my wife taking cocks repeatedly in her pussy and her mouth. How tough do I have it, huh? What a great hot wife I've got! Just over a month ago, Iris confessed to yet more secrets: she actually loves being DP'd, and often let's her lover double-team her when I'm not around. She was fucking around on the side without my knowledge! A lot of fucking on the side! She was getting laid by either Steven or Leonard at least once a week, and whenever all three of them could get together she spent most of the time as filling! She also had other lovers as well. When I asked how many, she just smiled and said, "Hey, I have to have some secrets left, Randy." "Who are they?" "I'm not the kind to kiss and tell, honey. Or suck and tell . . . or fuck and tell . . . or . . ." "Come on, at least tell me if you've been fucking any of my friends!" "Randy, I would think that if they're fucking me, and screwing you, they're probably more my friends!" I couldn't believe what Iris was telling me. "I can't believe you've been doing this! I've given you permission to fuck guys, haven't I? As long as I'm around to watch, you can . . ." "Honey, a real 'hot wife' doesn't need permission. We fuck who and when we want to. I'm not asking for permission and I'm not agreeing to any conditions. My pussy's mine to use as I please and to please who I like." Obviously Iris was burning at a higher temperature than I realized. She was right, I suppose; we had said at the beginning it was about her pleasure not mine. I guess I always truly believed she was doing it all for me. It was a shock to be disabused of this belief. "But why cheat on me, Iris? You could have at least told me." "Telling you might have helped you, honey, but not me. You see, after that first weekend with Leonard and Steven I found out a few things. First of all, I love sex. At least good sex with guys that have no trouble getting hard and can cum more than once a night. I wanted to do more of that. A lot more." The comments about the good sex hurt. "But Iris, I never tried to limit you. It was you that limited yourself to how much you saw your lovers." "That's true, but that's because I learned a couple of other things that weekend. I'm a lot nastier when you aren't around. That's why Steven and Leonard thought I was so hot compared to Ann. I think I just feel dirtier when I'm doing something behind your back. Nasty, cheating sex means more orgasms for me. And that's even true afterwards. I get so turned on feeding you a cream pie without your knowing it. I can cum almost as soon as I feel your tongue on my lips. Even your fucking gets better—for me—if another guy or two has already been inside me. Honestly, Randy, lying to you is a big turn-on for me." Apparently it wasn't just a turn-on for her. Arthur and Callie were in on it as well. According to my wife, 'helping to hang the horns on Randy' (which was how Arthur put it) was the only thing that got Callie in the mood to make love. Even though Arthur could fuck my wife whenever he wanted, all three of them preferred to do it in secret. Allison admitted she had done several DP's with Arthur and Rainier, as well as with several other friends of Arthur's. She also told me she had gone to swinger's club with him, (something she had never consented to do with me) and even participated in a seven-man gangbang. I was stunned by all the information she was giving me at one time. "Why are you telling me this now? I thought you said you liked keeping all this secret from me." "I guess the idea of letting you know just how 'hot' I am started to appeal to me. Aren't you happy to find out just what a cheating, unfaithful slut I am? (I wasn't too sure about that.) "And I'll still have secrets. Now whenever I tell you I'll be late coming home from work, or I'm going to exercise, or I'm going shopping, or I'm going to see a friend . . .Hell, whenever I'm out of your sight, you are going to be wondering 'Is my wife cheating on me? Will I be eating another guys cum tonight?' The idea of keeping you wondering like that, all the time, just got to be too much for me. So, am I as hot a wife as you hoped I would be?" More than I had hoped. Iris is out late tonight; she says she had a dentist appointment she forgot to tell me about. And she was right; I've been spending the late afternoon wondering just what is being put in her mouth. And last night I got a call from Callie. She told me she hoped I would be willing to pay Iris' price to video another DP soon; otherwise she might have to convince my wife to 'turn off the heat'. I wasn't sure what she meant, but I have a feeling I know. Keeping Secrets Being a service mechanic for the local water department, I am on the street for my entire shift. My job is to respond to customer calls of water leaks and service problems. When there are no calls, I usually find a quiet place to park and relax. This one day, I stopped into a parking lot of a nearby lake and decided to enjoy a nice cigar. As I sat in my truck, a young Mexican guy came up and started up a conversation with me. He said his name was Pablo. Pablo asked me in very broken English what I was doing in the park and what I did for the company. He said he lived across the street and pointed to the house. He said he just moved into the first floor apartment with his sister, Maria. Pablo said that his sister's English was not as good as his, which made me laugh a little. Pablo realized why I laughed, and laughed as well. As we spoke, I would stop every once in a while, to relight my cigar. At one point, I pushed too hard on the match stick and it broke in half and landed on my crotch. Pablo laughed when he saw where it landed and indicated how it could have lit my crotch on fire. He gestured that he was going to pick the match off my groin and waited for my approval to do so. When I nodded that it was ok to pick up the match, I sat motionless watching him pick the match off my cock. To my surprise, the guy started to rubbed my dick through my pants. To my even greater surprise, my dick started to get hard. I've never thought of a guy doing anything to me, but, for some reason, the fact that a total stranger just started rubbing my dick, made me dizzy from excitement. Pablo then gestured that he wanted to unzip my pants. I gave him a nonchalant approval, by shrugging my shoulders, and looked away, as if I was pretended to not notice what he was doing. After Pablo pulled down my zipper, he boldly pull my growing dick from my pants. He indicated that it was big and began to slowly jerk his hand up and down the shaft. For some reason, I decided that this would be a good time to ask my new friend if he was gay. He defiantly denied being gay. Yet, his hand never stopped jerking me off. A wave a fear and excitement rushed over me! I didn't know how I got into this predicament and was wondering to myself, just how far I was going to allow this go on. After all, I was a married, straight, man that, until this moment, never thought of another man in a sexual way. I asked nervously, almost petrified of the answer, if Pablo was going to suck my dick. He said no but continued his long, rhythmic strokes up and down my cock. This denial worked to snap me out of my trance. I realized that I allowed this situation to get way too far. I quickly shoved my dick back into my pants. I shouted that he had to go and quickly closed my door and drove away, leaving Pablo standing in the parking lot. I was petrified! Yet, I could not stop thinking about just how hard I got, having this guy jerk me off. I spent that night wide awake. Every time I closed my eyes, I pictured what had happened and my eyes flew open, to stop this ridiculous thinking. The next day, I went to work and began feeling better. It seemed that the work kept my mind on my job, and less on what happened the day before. All this nonsense about man love was finally out of my head. Just as my shift was about to come to the end, I got a call to see about a house with a leaking water meter. It was down the street from that infamous lake. I started to get nervous all over again. I knew I was going to have to drive past Pablo's house. The leak call went quick and I began driving back to my workout location. As I drove past his house, I saw Pablo crossing the street and going into his house. I don't know what came over me but I pulled to the side over the rode and parked my truck. I walked up to the door and rang Pablo's door bell. When he answered the door, he was in shock. He looked excited to see me, but also petrified that his sister, standing behind him, will find out about what had happened the day before. I knew he was afraid his sister might find out he secretly liked men. I looked over his shoulder and saw Maria. She was beautiful. She had long black hair, dark skin and a hour glass figure. She must have been about nineteen or twenty. What I could see from behind Pablo, she had nice sized breasts. I quickly introduced myself as the water man and stated that there was a report of a possible theft of water service in their house. I demanded that I be allowed to go down to the house's water meter, to inspected it. Maria and Pablo followed me down the stairs to the meter. As I approached it, they looked on. I rubbed my hand over the dials and fiddled with the connections. I finally turned to Maria and Pablo and told them that the report was true. There was evidence that they were stealing water. The two looked shocked. They denied that they ever did such a thing. That's when I said that if we could not work out a deal, I would have to report them. They both got very nervous. Pablo asked to speak to me in private. When we were along, Pablo asked what I was doing. I told him that although I came for him, I now wanted to have him convince his sister to have sex with me. I also said that if he didn't, I would tell his sister what he did the day before. He reluctantly agreed and turned to speak to Maria. Although I did not speak Spanish, I could tell he was admitting to have tampered with the meter. Since I knew the plan, I also knew that he was telling her that she had to do something to keep him from getting in trouble. Finally, Pablo turned to me and asked, if his sister had sex with me, would I consider not reporting him. I fawned deep thought and then agreed. Maria looked relieved, as did Pablo. He told me that as he began talking to his sister, that it was she who suggested the sex part. We all went back up into their apartment. As Maria took my hand to lead me into the bedroom, Pablo turned to go sit down on the couch. I turned to him and told him that I wanted him to come as well. I told him he should have to watch, since he was the one that caused his sister to save his ass. Maria and I got naked. As she laid back onto the bed, I got my first look at her pussy area. She had a well trimmed bush, with jet black hair. I knew I had to eat that first. I crawled up between her legs. Before I began to eat her out, I turned to Pablo and told him "I want you naked as well." Pablo quickly removed his shirt and fumbled to rid himself of his pants and underwear. I could see a slight grin forming on Pablo's face. After he removed his clothes, he asked me where I wanted him. I told him that I wanted him to kneel next to Maria's face. As I placed my tongue on Maria's pussy lips, I noticed that she was wet with anticipation. I couldn't help but think that this might be the first time Maria had any action since moving in with her brother. I was going to make this lick session one for everyone to remember. I looked up at Maria's face. She seemed thrilled to be involved in this. Her large breasts were heaving up and down from her nervous breathing. However, when I instructed her to suck her brother's dick, while I eat her out, she had a look of apprehension. That quickly passed, as I watched Pablo slowly stick his dick in Maria's mouth. I then went down to give Maria's pussy all the loving I knew it deserved. When my tongue touched her lips, she shuddered and gave a soft moan through Pablo's dick. This must have had a good effect on him, because he moaned in approval as well. As I started to eat her out, I reached up and started to play with Maria's clit. It seemed that the more Maria got turned on, the more of Pablo's dick she swallowed I wasn't sure if I was imagining it or not but it seemed that Maria and Pablo were pretty comfortable about what they were doing to each other. I thought, maybe Pablo and I weren't the only ones with an inappropriate relationship going on. The effects of me eating Maria's pussy and playing with her clit had done its job. Maria tensed up and began to shudder from the on slot of her orgasm. She immediately took her brother back into her mouth and sucked his dick for all it was worth. Pablo could not hold off any longer and shot a huge load down his sisters throat. When they came down from their euphoria, I stood up from the bed and told them that it was my turn to come. I looked at Maria and told her that she should not have to pay for her brothers crime. I asked her if she had any petroleum jelly. When she said yes. I asked her to go get it. I then told Pablo to lay on the bed. When Maria came back, I began spreading it over my cock and placed a large glob on Pablo's asshole. As expected, Pablo's dick began to grow and stiffen up. Maria stood in shock, unable to believe what I was going to do to her brother. I slowly began rubbing my dick over Pablo's rectum. When I thought he was ready, I started to insert my dick into his ass, a little at a time, stopping, to allow his asshole to get used to the penetration. When I finally had the entire seven inches of my dick up Pablo's ass, I kept it still and used my greasy hand to start jerking Pablo's dick off. With my other hand, I reached out and squeezed Maria's left tit. I could feel Pablo's ass squeeze my dick as the effects of my hand job was taking its toll on his. The feeling was incredible! Here I was, with my dick up another man's ass and his naked sister was getting felt up by me as well. Suddenly, Pablo squeezed his ass around my dick and began shooting out huge ropes of come into the air. I could feel each surge of come travel past my dick in his rectum. The come began to puddle onto his stomach. I could not hold out any longer. I too began shooting what felt like an eternity of come, filling Pablo's ass with my seed. When I recovered, I slowly pulled my spent dick out of Pablo and began to clean myself up. I got dressed and told Pablo and Maria that I would not report them for tampering with the water meter, unless, they refused to do it again, the next time I come calling.