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An Unexpected Turn

By: amastis



This isn't really an incest story but does border on the theme. It was the closest matching Category I had to choose from so I chose it; so go into this realizing that it is not technically an incest story and only bash me on my choice of labeling if you can suggest a better one, because I'm at a loss. 

This is my first attempt to write a story for this site and my first attempt in writing in years. So feedback is greatly appreciated, as though I don't have a lot of time, I would like to continue writing and improving my skills.

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Under the waning sun, the two's conversations died slowly. The sky was becoming a dark, but brilliant orange and the smell of the ocean barely miles away filled the salty air.

Aiden let his eyes close momentarily to the sounds of tender leaves rustling in the tress. A light breeze grazed his relaxed skin. In his swimming trunks and a loose t-shirt, he felt comfortable and secure laying on his reclined deck chair just outside his open back door.

Jenny seemed just as comfortable and secure laying only two feet from him wearing only a modest string bikini. The outgoing twenty year old girl had no doubt been dropping subtle advances all day to her twenty-seven year old host, but like those flirtatious teases, she kept her bikini on the modest side; as modest as a string bikini can get of course.

"Kind of unexpected that we'll be alone together tonight," Jenny smirked.

Aiden's eyes slowly opened and stared into the nearly cloudless sky.

"Does it bother you?" he asked already guessing the answer.

"Not at all; in fact, it's nice."

"How's that?"

"Well, Hilary talks a lot about you at school. You're her favorite uncle –"

"I'm her only uncle."

"Well, yeah," Jenny blushed. "I mean, she really thinks highly of you. She trusts you more than anyone. Even more than her own mom."

Jenny waited with a pause but Aiden clearly didn't know how to respond. After almost a minute of silence, she continued.

"Well, I just hear so much about you. With us alone, I can now talk to you first hand."

"We've talked all day," Aiden pointed out the obvious.

"Yeah, but night times are always more intimate. I mean, not intimate like that, but I mean, like, more personal."

"So you want to know all my personal information?" Aiden asked non-threateningly, but still a bit defensively.

"Well, we could talk about Hilary."

"Okay."

"What do you want to know about Hilary from me?" Jenny asked.

"From you? I already know everything about Hilary."

"You don't know all the things that happen in college to her."

"Okay, are you two still taking classes together? I know you became friends in a theater class or something."

"We take at least one course together a semester."

"Who's this Jenny, wait you're Jenny, Jennifer than; who's this Jennifer girl?"

Jenny grinned wide.

"Jennifer is a horrible girl. She takes some of the classes we're in and she loves tormenting Hilary. Well, at least that's how Hilary sees it."

"You don't see it that way?" Aiden asked with interest.

"I think Hilary is just unlucky and Jennifer happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"From what I've heard, she stole Hilary's boyfriend."

"He broke up with her and started going out with Jenny, Jennifer. I tried telling her that at least he broke up with her and didn't just cheat on her. Any guy that doesn't want her isn't worth her."

"That seems almost – cold, coming from a girl."

"Are you sexist?" Jenny's voice perked up playfully.

"No," Aiden immediately defended. "It's just that usually girlfriends stick together and hate other girls that aren't in their group, or something like that."

"Wow, you're sexist."

"No, I'm just not good at explaining myself."

"Girls can be just as logical and realistic as boys. Sometimes, it's just funner to be mad. But I saw past that whole situation easily because I knew he wasn't good for her. And she was just using him to kill some time until she found the one. Even she knew he wasn't the one. She was just mad that Jennifer got him."

"So then it sounds like she wasn't good for him?" Aiden defended the man's point of view.

"No, she was definitely good for him. He was getting a lot of what he wanted, and she put up with it to kill that lonely time."

"What was she putting up with?" Aiden was now looked over to Jenny. His face began to show hints of sudden emerging anger.

Jenny gave a smug smirk to him.

"I thought you knew everything about your niece?"

"What was she putting up with?"

"Nothing too bad," Jenny consoled the increasingly agitated man. Something about his defensiveness toward his nineteen year old niece though gave her a tingling sensation that made her momentarily squirm in her chair.

"What?"

"You want me to tell you if they had sex?" Jenny lowered her voice halfway and rolled her body onto her side.

Aiden gulped. His face contorted in conflicting interests.

"What did he make her put up with?"

"They didn't have sex if that's what's worrying you. At least not real sex. Hilary is kind of conservative on that front. But to compromise, she had other kinds of sex."

Aiden's face was now dominated by anger, embarrassment and even confusion. His niece's best friend then continued the discussion.

"You want to know what kinds?"

The sky was becoming dark but the salty air still remained warm.

"Why are you telling me this?" Aiden asked in a new, almost pleading voice.

"I think it's interesting."

"You think it's interesting to discuss your best friend's sex life with her uncle?"

"It must be this night air making the conversation more intimate."

The two laid in silence momentarily before Jenny spoke back up.

"Well, I'm not about to discuss my own sex life with you. Besides, Hilary's isn't that bad. I doubt she'd mind you knowing. She does trust you more than anyone in the world."

"I doubt she would want me to know about her sex life."

"I think she would want you to know that she's still a virgin. And she hasn't even had anal sex either. The most she's done is cybersex, but even ten year olds do that. Well, she's also done, well, what girl hasn't," she trailed off, barely audible.

"So this guy made her cyber with him?"

"Not really. It's not that hard to cyber and with no real consequences, it's just harmless fun.

"So what did he make her do? Why are you being so cryptic?"

Jenny smirked very cutely to the twenty seven year old man.

"Because it's fun."

Another moment of silence passed between the two.

"He wanted pictures, and she was shy," Jenny finally came out with it.

"What kind of pictures?"

"Your mind always goes to the worst thing imaginable," Jenny said lightheartedly. "Not too long ago you thought she was being raped. Give your niece some credit."

"So they weren't bad then?"

"No, they were horrible. Extreme hardcore stuff." Jenny then lifted her shoulders to her face and with a big smile said, "Just kidding."

Aiden pushed himself sitting up on the deck chair he had been laying in now for just over two hours. Jenny quickly followed suit and attempted to lure him back in.

"Remember the pictures I sent to you of me when we were discussing this whole surprise for Hilary?" she asked.

"The two dozen pictures that I never asked for?"

"You never asked me to stop sending them. Nice of you to keep count though."

Aiden averted his eyes.

"Well," Jenny started again, "most of the pictures she sent weren't any worse than what I sent you. And I kept all my clothes on and everything," she finished proudly.

"Some of those weren't the most modest clothes though."

"Even still," Jenny stressed, "here, I can show you them. I have them on my laptop."

"I don't think I should."

"Come on, she's your niece. She's lived a good thirty percent of her life with you by her side. I'm sure you won't see anything you haven't before. Besides, some of them are really cute."

"Fine."

Jenny popped up from the deck chair and almost skipped into the house. A moment later, she was yelling out to Aiden.

"Come in. I'll hook my laptop to the TV so we can get comfortable."

Aiden complied, retreating to the house and onto the oversized couch. Soon enough, the lights were dimmed and he had a twenty year old college girl in nothing but a string bikini cuddling in next to him.

"My laptop came with a remote," she said proudly flashing a tiny remote control with five buttons on it.

It was clear that Aiden was uncomfortable at the start of the slideshow, but his worries seemed to subside after the first few pictures. There were very innocent pictures of his nineteen year old niece. She was wearing a baby blue, form fitting t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with a cute pair of pink and grey tennis shoes. In every picture, she wore the same outfit as if she were in a photo shoot.

As the pictures drew on, they began becoming less innocent, but still well within reason for modern society. It was obvious that the reason these pictures would be considered valuable was because of her face. Yes, one could clearly make out the very nice figure of her body, but it was her young, curious, and so innocent face that turned these seemingly average pictures into almost art.

"Okay," Jenny said, "that would represent the cutesy faze of their relationship. Now here is when they started experimenting with cybersex."

Before Aiden could object, she showed the next picture. His nineteen year old niece was looking into the camera with her arms pressed in together, mashing her small breasts into significantly larger ones. The cleavage was at least less than one would expect.

"I don't think I should be watching much more," Aiden gulped as she showed him the next one.

"You watch porn don't you? This is nothing compared to porn."

She clicked to the next picture. She was still in the same outfit. This set of pictures had clearly been taken all at one time. But the lighting and the slightly off quality of the photographs and the fact that he could recognize her dorm room in the background gave at least some relief that this wasn't from a professional agency his niece sold her body too for tuition. 

His niece was lifting her shirt over her bra; her lips were tensed with the cutest bit of shyness in this next photo. Aiden then felt something rub against the front of his swim trunks. When it stopped on top of his manhood, it was obvious what it was.

"I learned about this in psychology," the soft female voice spoke beside him. "How two conflicting stimuli can enhance pleasure. On the TV, pictures of your niece and right next to you, my body."

"What are you doing?" Aiden asked.

"I just want to have fun. I'll make it worth your time if you play along." Her hand was already reaching down the front of his trunks and wrapping its fingers around his bare shaft.

"Hilary?"

"I won't tell her." Her hand was slowly pumping his smooth, fully erect organ. She proceeded to the next image. Aiden's niece was now in just a bra and panties, her jeans fallen down to her knees, her face smiling so coyly.

Her bra and panties looked to be of a set. Her bra was almost blocky, but still round. It was a strange illusion that made them more mesmerizing. It was pure white, covering her two small breasts with a linear band between them. The band wrapped around her sides to her back as well, but the fabric was seamless. Two more, much thinner bands rose over her shoulders

The panties she wore were a pure white. The design was like two bands, one for around the waist and the other looping underneath, seamlessly flowing into each other with subtle, smoothing curves where they met. They matched perfectly with the bra. Almost blocky, but strangely no corners.

Jenny continued dry masturbating her twenty-seven year old host under his swim trunks. The pictures continued until his nineteen year old niece was on the big screen with her bra straps hanging loose on her arms and her panties scrunched almost halfway down her hips. Jenny was effectively showing the man his niece strip naked in slow motion stills.

At that point of the slideshow, Jenny seemed confident enough in his loss of control to proceed in removing his swim trunks all together. He gave no resistance, his eyes strained on the television screen.

"Here," Jenny said putting the remote into his hands, "this button to go forward. Not too fast though, you don't want to spoil the fun." She then crouched onto the ground and climbed between his legs, taking his large, hard member back into her grip.

Taking his testicles in one hand, she used the other to guide his manhood into her salivating mouth. This man was her best friend's uncle, and he was looking at pictures of that best friend stripping naked.

Aiden moaned audibly at the sensation of entering the twenty year old's mouth, her fingers caressing his balls between memorizing the texture of his scrotum. He clicked next. His little niece's bra was now gone.

The girl's nipples were the size of quarters, her breasts he guessed at barely a B-cup. Her best friend was giving him a blow job.

The man tried desperately but didn't have much of any control over the situation, and so he failed in just two minutes between all the stimulations. He prematurely ejaculated into Jenny's warm, suckling mouth. 

The first shot of hot cum splashing into the girl's throat seemed quite a surprise, but she appeared to be fast at adapting. The twenty year old swallowed spurt after spurt after spurt after spurt. This was clearly an unusually strong orgasm for the man and to not detract from the amazing pleasure he must have been feeling, Jenny kept her attention on massaging his testicles while her mouth moved up to suck the tip of his member.

It took numerous gulps but she drank all of his seed. And then she slurped off of him and looked back to see which picture did it. She was topless. Her best friend was topless with her panties only halfway down her hips.

Jenny quickly took the remote from Aiden's hand and climbed onto the couch with him. He was silent.

"Was I good?" she asked.

"Yes," Aiden replied stoically.

"You want to play with my breasts?"

"What?"

Jenny was already pulling the knot loose on the back of her bikini top. The strings fell to her sides as she pulled the one undone from around her neck. And like that, the girl was topless.

She eagerly lay down onto Aiden's naked lap leaving her bare breasts exposed up to him. The light in the room was dimmed to a low golden color and tinted with other hues from the television. It made her skin almost glisten.

"I just sucked you off, the least you could do is play with my chest some," Jenny smiled up to the dumbfounded man. He obliged.

Aiden caressed the girl's breasts for some time, occasionally focusing his increasing attention to her erect nipples. Jenny released soft sighs and moans; noises of a young girl in pleasure, but she kept them modest. It seemed she would rather leave him wanting to hear more than to wish he heard less.

And it appeared to be working. Not fifteen minutes later was there something pressing hard into her spine. She lifted her chest up and let him get comfortable before setting back down. It wasn't long after that she felt one of his hands wandering over her ribs and onto her stomach.

Jenny clicked to the next picture.

"Seriously?" Aiden asked.

Jenny smiled, but said nothing.

"Do we have to watch them?"

"I was the one taking the pictures. It doesn't bother me at all. If anything, it brings back good memories."

"Why me though?"

"Because I craved you so much when I took them. I longed to be the one on the other side of the camera so I could send the pictures to you. And seeing them now, while I'm actually with you; please don't stop." Jenny reached her hands to the one Aiden had on her belly. Coyly, she pushed it further down.

She let go hesitantly but he seemed to have gotten the point. His fingertips dipped below her bikini bottom and glided gently over her hairless mound. She could feel his middle finger slide over her clitoris before dipping between her lips. Her voice quivered.

Soon, his large hand was cupping her vagina, gently caressing her lips in wavelike pulses. Her stuttering finger accidently clicked through several pictures. 

The man's niece was still in her panties. She was lying on her dormitory bed. Her thumbs were pressed into either side as she smiled seductively, yet coyly.

Jenny could feel that girl's uncle covertly humping her naked back. She closed her eyes and clicked the next button.

Aiden was staring at his nineteen year old niece nearly completely naked, laying on her bed with her panties halfway down her hips. Her hands were shyly covering her breasts. Her face was beyond seductive in it's out of place innocence. Next picture.

Aiden gave an audible groan as his hips involuntarily thrust into Jenny's back. Jenny opened her eyes and looked to the screen. She could feel his finger entering her body as she processed the image.

Hilary was in a nearly identical position as the last picture. The only, and big, difference to this one was that the bottom of her halfway on panties had been whisked to one side, as if on accident. The result was that Aiden was looking at his niece's bare vagina. Her vaginal lips, her vaginal crack, and even a hint of the sheath that covered her clitoris. A full two-thirds of her most private part was open to his view.

"You like her pussy?" Jenny moaned. "You like your little niece's pussy?"

Aiden moaned but didn't reply as now two of his fingers worked their way inside the girl.

"You want to use mine and pretend it's hers."

Jenny pulled her upper body forward and quickly scooted back before climbing on top of Aiden. On her knees, she stared at him momentarily before passionately forcing her lips down onto his. Her hands wrapped around his neck as she twisted and turned her head to find the best way to make out with the man.

Aiden's hands were falling down Jenny's back. They fell to her bikini bottoms but didn't stop. They only dragged the fabric down with them. With some quick pulls at her knots, he had completely removed them from her body. She was completely naked in his arms.

Jenny broke her lips off his unexpectedly, almost reluctantly.

"No," she said in confusion. "Wait," as if she was talking to herself. She then turned her head and picked up the forgotten remote.

She went to the next image, then the next, and the next in rapid succession. Her weight and one gripping arm were simultaneously pulling Aiden off the couch and onto the ground overtop her.

Aiden found his eyes more drawn to the television screen then he did the naked girl below him. His niece posed in various positions with her underwear still only half on. Outside of that one picture his heart so leapt on, she kept her female opening well hidden. But now desensitized by her flawless young breasts, his eyes always darted to her hips with each new slide. 

On the ground, he let Jenny pull the shirt from his body so that they were both completely naked. And after so many more pictures, so was his niece on the TV.

His niece, Hilary, only nineteen years old was on her bed completely naked. She had one hand squeezing her left breast and the other was covering her feminine mound. He still couldn't see it, but there were no clothes on her. She was buck naked, and her right hand was between her spread legs cupping her exposed vagina. Her face was one of pleasure.

Aiden could feel the knees of the girl under him rising on either side of him. She was mimicking his niece's pose.

"Aiden," Jenny cooed up to him.

"What?"

"Will you pretend that I'm your niece?"

"What?" Aiden voiced with confusion.

"Not Hilary. But if I was your niece. If you were my real uncle, I would want you to do this so badly. I want to fantasize that you're my uncle."


An Unexpected Turn



"Okay." There was only so much will power a man had before he had submit to whatever words came from the mouth of the desperate, naked woman below him.

"Look at her while you fuck me. Let me feel what it's really like to be your niece. Fuck me like I'm Hilary."

"What?"

"Fuck me Aiden!"

Aiden didn't need any more encouragement. His manhood was already lined up by Jenny's hand so all he had to do was push. And with one slow thrust, he forced his entire length into the girl, pressing her cervical cap deeper into her body then it seemingly wanted to go.

He pulled out of her hot, moist canal and then forced right back in. Again and again he repeated the monotonous motions. Sounds of slurping began adding to the sounds of soft moans and grunts. She was getting wetter. More liquid was coating his shaft now than when he first entered. Warm juice was now coating his balls. It increased the sound of contact when they slapped against her wettening butt cheeks.

"Look at her," Jenny pleaded and used her hand to guide his view to the television.

Her hand then retreated and coupled with her other, moved Aiden's to her breasts.

"Imagine that they're hers. Feel her breasts. I'm your niece. You're having sex with your niece."

Aiden seemed not to care anymore. He thrust into the girl below him as he stared up at his niece splayed out identically to one he penetrated.

The picture changed. Jenny was still feeding his libido with new content. Hilary's body hadn't moved much, but it didn't need too. Hilary was already in the position every guy wanted. Her hand did move though. It was now squeezing her lips up into her closing palm.

The new action showed more skin in that singular region that Aiden couldn't stop staring at, but it was only stretched skin of what he had already seen. But then there was the now bulging exposure of the sides of her lips pressing outside the cover of her hand.

Aiden pushed particularly hard into the girl below him from the sight. And then Jenny showed him one last picture.

His nineteen year old niece was in nearly the same pose, though this time her left hand was firmly pressing into her tensed, bare belly. And her right hand had all but left its blocking view of her most private part. 

Hilary's palm had moved up onto her mound and her fingers had open up. Her index finger was to the left of her bulbous left vaginal lip and her ring and pinky fingers were to the right of her right one. Her middle finger was pressed between the two squeezed out lips. Aiden still couldn't see that almighty sight; he still couldn't see that so insignificant yet so imperative crack in her body. Her one single finger was lodged inside it.

Aiden then felt something very nice. A sudden burst of hot liquids washed over his shaft just as the canal he penetrated contracted to half its size. He forced himself out and then back in two more times through the powerful convulsions before he rested the head of his manhood on the girl's cervix. There he took the onslaught of her orgasm while he stared so intently at the two rolling hills between his niece's fingers, at that middle finger, through that middle finger.

Numerous shots of searing cum then escaped him, splashing into the girl's cervical wall. Again and again and again his own convulsions implanted her womb, fighting past the aftershocks of orgasm that triggered them. All his pent up libido was being expelled into Jenny's body, deep into that all important hole between her legs. His muscles quivered and his neck tensed back as his eyes glazed over.

Aiden finished inseminating the girl and let his head roll over his shoulder and fall forward. His eyes closed. He held his position moments longer in the silence, still with his hips forcing himself into Jenny's bubbling over canal. The two naked lovers were soaked in sweat and near silently panting for decent air. 

Aiden's face then fell to Jenny's as his body gave way. Jenny's breasts mashed into his descending pecks as she reached her arms around him into a hug. After only a minute though, the two rolled to their sides, not bothering to disconnect their body parts.

They stayed interlocked together for several more minutes in heavy breathing before Jenny finally spoke.

"You're the biggest pervert I've ever met."

"What?"

"You openly fucked your niece."

"No I didn't."

"You fucked me while you watched porn of your little niece. You fucked me wishing I was her."

"What's wrong with you?" Aiden's voice began hinting at aggression.

"I want to fucking marry you," she blurted out.

"What the hell?"

"Oh shit. Forget I said that."

"Said what? What the hell?"

"Shh. Let's fall asleep like this. You smell so good." Her voice then faded into a sleepy softness. "I'm just kidding about the other stuff. You fucked me and there's clearly no denying it."

Aiden was asleep within half an hour and Jenny followed shortly after.

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Aiden woke with the sun breaking through the front windows. Jenny was still lying nakedly beside him from the amazing sex he had with her the night before. Her eyes were just as opened as his, very. They had both woken up to the same thing.

"What the Fuck!?" Hilary's voice burst through the silent living room.

"What the FUCK!?" she yelled again. 

Jenny grinned wide as Aiden turned his head, found his shirt, and immediately covered his private. He didn't say a word.

"What the FUCK!?" Hilary declared again, clearly at a loss of anything else to say.

"I guess I'll be on my way now," Jenny smugly said as she grabbed and disconnected her laptop from the television. "I'll email you those pictures," she said and then bolted from the house completely naked.

"What the FUCK Aiden!?" Hillary yelled again.

"Um, she came down to surprise you, and things got out of hand. I'm so sorry," Aiden pleaded barely able to string his words together.

"What the Fuck! You fucking had sex with the worst girl on the planet. She fucking stole my boyfriend and now this; you!?"

"What? She didn't steal your boyfriend."

"Yes she did! That's fucking Jenny Holist. She fucking torments me every day and she stole my boyfriend! Now you're sleeping with her?!"

"I thought that was Jennifer?"

"Jennifer!? Jennifer is my best friend! What the Fuck! Jenny Holist is a crazy freak! She fucking torments me all the time!" Hilary's eyes began dripping. "What the fuck!" Her voice began shaking, losing its resolve.

Aiden was speechless, sitting on the floor naked, covered only by his t-shirt over his hips.

"I can't believe this," Hilary quivered, now unable to hold her tears in at all. They streamed down her cheeks. "She fucking got to you to finish me off."

The nineteen year old turned and quickly stomped from the room, slamming her bedroom door behind her moments later.



An Unexpected Turn in Events Pt. 01



A few months ago I had what you would call something of a shock to the system. It started on a Friday morning, I been through my normal routine getting myself ready for work. I had just finished brushing my teeth and was heading up to bed to give my wife a goodbye kiss before heading out for the day.

On entering the bedroom I had quite the surprise before me. The wife works part time and so usually has a nice lie in as she does not work Friday's. However rather than being cosily wrapped up in a duvet. Liz was up and about; well actually when I say 'up and about' that is something of an understatement.

Liz was dressed in her red skin tight t-shirt dress. Generally Liz tends to wear this as a top only as the length is very short. If I was to say that the hem of the dress just barely covered the curve of her arse, then that would mean she had recently pulled it down. The top of the T-Shirt dress was fairly revealing too. Liz's tits were already spilling out of the top of the dress as she was stood still, but if she was to bend over, then anyone looking could see right to the bottom of whatever bra she happened to be wearing, if she was wearing one.

Whilst at first I just thought mmm yummy, the surprise was that she was not just getting ready for the day. There was no bottom half going to be applied to this outfit. Liz's was already dressed in her heels.

I moved over to her to give her a kiss and compliment her on the outfit, but she pushed me back on to the bed. Feeling up my thighs and crotch, I could see her gorgeous breasts pushed high together, brushing against my body. As she crawled up my body my mind was torn between wanting to fuck her right there and then and knowing that today I had no time for fun and game. I had to get to work on time today due to an early morning meeting.

Liz continued to grope and claw at my body. But as her face met mine I craned my neck to kiss her. Instead she pushed

me away. Now I love being teased but we had no time for a prolonged session. I hastily had to get to work.

As I start to object Liz spins around on top of me pinning my hands under her legs and taking on the 69 position. With her legs now spread wide either side of my face her slut dress was riding high on her lush ass and OMG her panties were inches above my nostrils.

Liz shouted back don't you dare touch me, this is my fun. This was exceptionally cruel and frustrating as she was wearing a very naught set of panties. The knickers are fabulous as the physical cover her ass and cunt completely. 

In a very plain shape. Yet visibly they expose her completely. They are made of a very thin mesh netting making them clearly see through.

Her pussy lips exposed and wow she had trimmed her mound into a little sexy neat landing strip.

At this point she lay her head down and took one hand. Reaching between her legs she started to trace a finger over the outside of her panties over her pussy and up and down the lips of herself.

It was quite clear how turned on she was as her pussy was so engorged her lips were nice and wide showing off a very hot clit begging to be played with.

At this point Liz starts to talk to me.

"Hunny, I've been a very very bad wife, I know you love it when I dress like a cock teasing slut.

Well today I'm not going to be a cock teasing slut, but a cock pleasing slut.

You see this pussy, it's not yours today. I've been chatting to a really hot guy on the internet over the last couple of weeks and when you're in work today, he is going to come around here and fuck me."

At this point I'm somewhat taken aback, not sure what to think. 

Is she just role-playing with me? 

Is she just being cruel wanting to send me to work with naughty thoughts in my head? 

We had always played together as a couple when we went swinging. So surely this was not for real.

Still somewhat puzzled by Liz's teasing and tormenting of me, my arms still pinned in place, the wife continued to talk and finger herself through her panties.

"It's been so horny honey, knowing that you are not going to be the one parting my pussy lips today.

I was never quite sure whether I would have the nerve to go through with talking to someone on-line without you, never mind meeting up with them, whilst you are going to be in work.

But I managed to find a lovely young man, who was keen to help me become a dirty cheating wife."

"I know you love watching all those flirty sluts on line, all those bad girls who fuck other men behind their hubbies back. So I thought why not give you a little taste of what that is like for real."

Liz must have been talking about some of the porn searches that I had done. It was true that cheating wives would have been one of those search terms that I had entered. But fantasy and reality are not always the same.

Just because you watch and enjoy something on-line, does not mean that it's something you want to try out in reality!

"But honey?" I started.

"It's only a bit of fun that I indulged in when you were not in the mood; you are not serious about someone coming round here today are you?"

Liz was still rubbing her pussy inches from my face, my arms were beginning to lose some feeling as the blood was being prevented from circulating.

"Now Mark you are not going to stop me having this fun are you?" "It's taken me ages to make sure I had the right day and the right guy"

"He's a hot young student from the local university. He's 21 and just about to graduate this year. He's young and slim and has a hot body and he's been so naughty with the texts he has been sending."

"I think he; and I will be a little disappointed if we don't get the chance to fuck each other's brains out." 

"He's really looking forward to fucking your wife, safe in the knowledge you have a meeting this morning that you can't afford to miss and so there is no way for you to stop him fucking me."

"But even though you are a dirty perve, I had a feeling that you may freak out on me once I let you know."

"So I've made an agreement with Dave. I told him that there was no way I was not going to tell you and that I would let you know this morning." 

"So you have got 1 minute to decide about whether you are really going to object to this, but before you make that decision you have to know. If you stop this, it will not come back. I'm not going to role-play these fantasies with you if you don't have the balls to see them through."

"As far as swinging goes, then if you don't agree to this tonight, we may have to stop swinging as well, because I would not want to hurt you if you can't stand the thought of me being with someone else and whilst you says it's different with you watching me, who knows what damage that maybe doing to you sub-consciously if you object when I suggest a little cheating slut wife fun?"

"Don't answer right now honey as you may rush to judgement. Have a real good think for a minute then give me your answer."

All at once I was both turned on, sick in my stomach, dizzy in my head and completely torn up inside.

It would have been one thing for her to confess to me that she wanted to see someone, without me being around; even saying she had started chatting about it on-line would have been shocking but something we could have talked about. But to have gone through all of that, right up to making arrangements to meet him and dressing up ready to be fucked by someone, before telling me was just a total mind fuck.

Also Liz had no intention of making it any easier for me to decide. Because as I had to contemplate this fucked up situation, she was continuing to stimulate herself.

Describing how she was looking forward to tasting his cock and spreading her married fuck hole for another man. That whilst at first she found my cheating wife fantasies somewhat weird and confusing. The ability to be a total whore without a husband being around to regulate and control her slutty behaviour did appeal. It would allow her to do all kinds of filthy things with a stranger who would not judge her and someone she would not have to see the next day if she felt ashamed of the levels she plunged herself too.

All the talk of her opening herself for another man and enjoying the fact I was not going to be there was a huge distraction from the sickness in my stomach. But I still had terrible doubts as it would be a sexual experience we would not share and that was something we had always agreed would be a deal breaker.

"Well that's it sweetie! Times Up!"

"Are you going to let you horny little married wife, have a hot young stud come round and fuck this slut hole, to make me into a terrible cheating wife. Can I let him know that I've dressed in your favourite panties and that you've seen how I've shaved my snatch nice and trim just for him and that you will have to wait to use this pussy until he has had his fill of it."

"Look at the time, babes, you have to go, so I need an answer now."

I looked over at the clock, she was right. I had to get going or I was going to be in a fuck load of trouble at work, and for some reason the worry about work lifted some of the worry about not being part of her sex life for the first time in 18 years.

"Ok babe, you can go ahead and have fun but..."

"Erm, no but's honey. I said you had 1 minute to decide and you've had that minute. I was always going to go with your first answer. So get the fuck off the bed and out the house. I need to make sure the place is ready for me to be that cheating wife you like so much in those porn flicks."*

Before I could even catch another breath, Liz was ushering me out of the room, her scantily clad pussy nothing but a brief memory and I was rushed down the stairs to the front door.

In the few seconds it had taken to enter the kitchen I had been unable to mutter a single word. Moving in some sort of daze and trance, whilst Liz busied herself, loading up my bag, quickening my exit out of the door.

"Honey?" I questioned!

"No babes" Liz interrupted me. 

"Don't question the decision you have made, don't spoil the lovely image I'm going to have of you walking out that door, unsure and unbelieving that your wife is about to be with a hot younger man."

"Just think, whilst you are at work, sitting around in that boring meeting, I'm more than likely going to be totally naked, with a stranger banging away at my married pussy, as I scream and orgasm all over our marital bed."

As she spoke, Liz was either consciously or subconsciously straightening herself up, tussling her hair into some unknown new position.

I looked deep into her eyes, part of me wondering if she was just fucking with my mind, the other part questioning why I had left myself in this strange scenario and wondering whether this was all my fault as it certainly felt like I had somewhere done something wrong.

Liz continued, "Look honey, there are no backsies or refunds on this!"

"I told you only a few moments ago, no matter if you change your mind, I was only going to go with your first answer. First instincts are always the most honest don't you think."

"I'm sure you will cross my mind during the day, maybe. Just like the thought of me being a dirty slut, may cross your mind."

"Have a good day at work sweetie!"

With that she opened the door and guided me outside. Whilst a warm summer morning breeze hit me, the fresh air only rejuvenated that slightly gut wrenching feeling as I walked across our path, opened the door and got into the car.

As I turned the engine on and the motor turned over, I had my doubts, about whether my legs would operate the peddles.

I moved the car slowing out of the drive way onto the road. 

Suddenly there was a, TAP TAP!

I came to me senses with a rapping against the windows.

Just at the side of the car stood my wife, clear as day to any neighbours happening to be wandering about. I rolled the window down and my wife leaned into the window, her 36C tits jutting out at me through the window, leaning in like a lady of the night talking to a curb crawler. Who knows how high that short slut dress was riding on her lovely curved ass.

"Honey, I could not let you go to work on a lie."

"Sorry but I did tell you a slight lie whilst we were inside."

The blood ran back to my feet and my hands, Oh My God; she had just been teasing me, but what a relief!

"It's not actually a guy coming to fuck me today, I kind of got over excited when I was looking on-line, so it's actually two guys coming to fuck me hard all day. Have fun at work babes!"

And with that she totted off back to the house, high heels clicking all the way up the drive.



An Unexpected Turn of Events



It was a cold, gray Monday outside as I sat listlessly at the computer researching web sites and business publications for job opportunities. I had been out of work for almost six months, living off my severance package, a victim of the latest, greatest merger at MacroHuge Limited. Coming on the heels of my divorce a year earlier, it was quite a shock. Thankfully my employment contact provided for just such an occurrence; I would have little to worry about for quite some time to come.

In some ways the last six months had been quite beneficial and relaxing. Exercising every day had me in the best shape of my life; I had dropped 25 pounds and cut 3 inches from my waist line. Now my shoulders were wider than my waist again, and my stomach was as flat as a twenty year old kid. My sister, who was a stylist, cut my hair short -- to hide the fact I was slowly losing it -- and she had convinced me to dye my goatee to get rid of the gray. I know I must be looking better because last week I ran into a young woman I knew from MicroHuge and she invited me back to her place for some extracurricular activities. Not bad for an unemployed, 42 year old, 5'9" office jockey. 

None the less, I was getting bored. Looking for work is a full time job, and very time consuming. I followed the same routine most days; wake up early, work out for a while, make cold calls to businesses on my target list, reach out to contacts and colleagues looking for advice and leads, then spend the rest of the day browsing the web and trade pubs for opportunities. 

I was just about to shut down for the day and head out to the local pub when the shrill ring of the telephone jarred me back to consciousness. Startled, I hit the speaker phone button on the third ring.

"Hello, this is Paul Baker." I said, probably sounding as bored as I felt.

"Mr. Baker? This is Nina Mendez. I believe Jerry Robinson told you I would be calling?" The voice was feminine -- warm and friendly but also slightly husky and deep -- with just a trace of an exotic accent. It was a voice that was dripping with sexual intrigue and erotic imagery. "Down boy," I thought. "Just keep this strictly business."

I instantly snapped back into the present. "Yes, of course. XMZ Products... Jerry mentioned it last weekend."

Nina asked, "Is this a good time? I hope I am not calling too late?"

I thought I detected a trace of salsa in her accent. "No, don't give it another thought." 

"OK, great! I assume Jerry told you about the role?"

"Yes, you are looking for a new CIO."

"That's right. As you know we have had several holes open up in our executive team in the last few months. My priority is to fill that specific hole right away."

That bit about "filling a hole" instantly had my penis swelling. Her voice was so sexy and seductive that I was reading sexual innuendo into everything she said. I blurted out a rather impulsive response. "Well, I would love to fill your opening." 

I was sure I detected a saucy little giggle before she continued, "Jerry wanted me to have you come for a day of interviews. Does that sound OK?"

"Absolutely!" I said enthusiastically while thinking, "Oh, god. Did she actually say she wanted me to cum? I'll do anything you want, baby; as long as I get to see the body behind that voice!"

We agreed upon Thursday as the best day for the interviews. "Well, that just about does it," Nina said. "Are there any questions you want to ask me?"

I sure did! "How old are you? Do you have any pictures of you naked? Will you go out with me...?" But I didn't ask any of them. It is a good thing speaker phones don't have cameras, because the bulge in my pants was positively obscene. 

"No, I can't think of any right now."

"Well, be sure to call me if you think of any. I am really looking forward to meeting you in person Paul."

"Thanks Nina. I am looking forward to it as well."

"It was great talking to you. Good bye."

"Good bye, Nina." I hung up the phone and just sat there for a couple minutes until my raging hard on subsided. Then I headed out to grab dinner and a beer at my usual watering hole.

I had a few too many at the pub that evening, and stumbled back to my condo very late. I went into the bathroom, returned about a gallon of rented beer, and then somehow managed to shuck my clothes and pull on a rumpled pair of pajama pants before passing out on the bed. 

Several hours later, I awoke abruptly. My breathing was ragged, my heart was pounding a hole in my chest, and I was bathed in sweat. There was also a noticeable sticky wetness in my pants. I thought "What the fuck," as I sat up, flipped on the light and pulled down my pajamas. My entire tummy and groin were covered with globs of sticky, white cum. 

I was shocked and a little embarrassed because I hadn't had a wet dream since my first semester in college. I thought to myself, "This isn't supposed to happen to 40 year old men." Flopping back onto the pillow, I closed my eyes for a second, waiting for my breathing to return to normal. Suddenly, the memory of the dream rushed back into my head; a vivid, highly erotic dream. 

I was standing in a small circle of light in a very dark room. My hard cock was sliding through a circle of slippery fingers tipped with deep red; sliding repeatedly into the warm, sucking tunnel of a woman's mouth. For a just a fleeting moment I caught a glimpse of a pair of full, pouty lips, as she pushed them down over the fat head of my swollen cock and wiggled her tongue back and forth along the underside of my very sensitive glans. 

"Do you like that, baby?" she asked, pulling her mouth off me and using her hand to pump up and down on my dick. "Do you like the way I suck your cock? Do you want to cum in my mouth, baby?" 

I recognized the voice instantly; the girl from the call today! It was Nina's voice! A shock wave of excitement coursed through me, causing my heart to race and my cock to swell even further. I still couldn't still see a thing, yet somehow I knew she was naked and kneeling in front of me. Looking down, I saw only her eyes; deep, dark pools of desire staring back at mine, needy and demanding.

She quickly assumed a regular rhythm, sliding my rigid tool in and then back out again, her deep, red lips forming a tight ring around the slick shaft. I reacted to my rapidly growing need and reached out blindly, grabbing a handful of her soft hair, guiding her sweet mouth over my throbbing penis and ensuring she couldn't pull away. Her technique was incredible and her talent undeniable; I quickly lost myself in the sheer pleasure of it.

"Oh, fuck," I warned her, "that's gonna do it. I am going to cum!" I could feel it starting in my balls, a burst of warmth that grew and spread until I exploded convulsively, spewing cum into the warm, moist cavern of her pretty mouth. She never stopped sucking as multiple jets of cum splattered against the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow hard several times as she tried to keep up with the flow from my spewing hose. 

When I finally stopped shooting, she pulled back and let my limp dick slip out of her mouth. 

"Ummmmm," she said, licking those painted red lips, "That was just right." 

That must have been the point where I woke up. I climbed out of bed and staggered into the bathroom to clean myself up, the memory still vivid in my mind. "Goddamn, I can't wait to find out what she looks like." I thought as I crawled back into my warm bed. Then I realized I still had two more nights to dream about her and I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.



An Unexpected Turn of Events



Bob sat on his couch staring at the TV. It was two years to the day since he'd buried Melissa. Hiss were coming over "to remember her," and he dreaded their arrival. It wasn't that he didn't like them; they were great. He had no family other than Melissa's, and had nothing when Melissa brought him home and announced they wanted to get married. Her parents had treated him like family from the start. Katy, her sister, hated him. He'd tried his best in the intervening years, but she still treated him with contempt. 

The doorbell rang and he steeled himself for the onslaught. He hadn't expected to see Katy, with her girlfriend Donna. "Hi Donna, Katy."

Donna stepped up and hugged him tightly. "Hey there, how are you?"

"Kinda down, as you can imagine."

"This your idea?" Katy was about as unhappy to be there as he was to have her there. He swore to himself to be nice.

"No, Mom asked if we could do this, and I couldn't say no." (Be Nice!)

"Well, MY mom can be pretty sappy some times."

The doorbell saved Bob, announcing the arrival of hiss. Greeting his mother-in-law always made him feel better. She was a tiny East Texas woman, with a heart the size of Alaska. She had never referred to him as her son-in-law, or Melissa's husband, but has her son. He was always amazed by her strength of will. Melissa's father was a tall, quiet man who had long ago learned to pick his battles, and normally gave in to his wife's every whim. When he stood his ground, however, he was the proverbial immovable object. Their obvious disappointment in Katy's lifestyle didn't prevent them from showing Donna the same love as well, for his mother-in-law hugged her and kissed her cheek, just like she did her daughter.

The following four hours went miserably slow. Talking about his late wife, while surely therapeutic, only served to make things worse. Bob tried to save himself as much as possible by making snacks and trying to make dinner, though his mother insisted on helping or doing it herself, which made the escape value lessen. 

Halfway through preparing dinner, Bob's father stuck his head in the kitchen and asked, "Bob, should we open a bottle of wine?" 

"Go right ahead. That's what they are there for."

Turning to his wife, he said. "You know wines, go pick one out." This sent her bubbling out to the bar to select one of the forty or so bottles of wine Melissa had stocked their wine rack with.

As soon as she left, the older man turned to Bob, "Sorry I didn't think of something sooner. She's trying to help as best she can, but she can be a bit much."

For the first time that day, Bob kind of half laughed. "Thanks. Let there be no doubt, I love Mom, but she was driving me nuts." 

At that point, she burst back in, talking a mile a minute, carrying a bottle of wine, bustling about looking for wine glasses and a corkscrew. "ThiswasMissy'sfavoritewine. Itsashirazfromaustratlia.Theydon'tmakeitanymore..."

Bob redirected her to under the bar where the wine glasses and corkscrew were.

When she left, his father asked, "What did she call that stuff?"

"I missed it. Melissa was the wine drinker. I'd generally rather have a beer, myself."

"Me too, but we're wine drinker's tonight."

Dinner and the wine made things go a little better. After dinner, Mom, was feeling the effect of her glass of wine pretty heavily, so thes made their round of hugs, and went home. Bob expected Katy and Donna to bail pretty quickly as well, but Katy sat in the living room and began to vent. 

"Well, that was awful. At least we have another year to wait before we do it again."

Bob added, "Don't forget Christmas."

She glared as him, "Thanks for ruining my dream."

"Sorry. As much as I hate this, I'd do it again tomorrow if Mom asked."

"I don't even want to think about that possibility."

Donna tried to change the topic. "That was a nice bottle of wine."

"I've got another ten or so of it. Melissa found out the winery was closing and bought every bottle she could find. Want me to open another?"

Two more bottles of wine and they were sprawled on the carpet doing exactly what they'd done before, talking about Melissa. Only now the stories were covering topics that would never be mentioned in front of her parents. After the third bottle was gone, Bob asked if they needed another. 

Katy answered, "It's very sweet of you to keep letting us hang out here and drink, but I know you don't even want me in you house."

Bob leaned over and hugged her, the wine making him speak from the heart, "You are always welcome in Melissa's house. And if I ever move, you're welcome there too." When he finished, he kissed the top of her head and stood up. "You're both too drunk to drive anyway, so I'm getting more wine."

He came back with two bottles and a corkscrew. "Might as well be prepared."

As he filled the glasses, Katy spoke up, "I have to admit it. You're a really sweet guy, and were very good to Missy, but what did she ever see in you?"

"KATY!" Donna was aghast, but drunk too, so she giggled while she was shocked.

"I mean, I know she loved you, but how did you get together in the first place? She was so hot and you were so plain."

"That's so rude!" Donna still couldn't believe her girlfriend.

"She's right. I was." Eyeing Donna he added, "I bet you don't even remember when we met."

"Sure I do. It was after you and Melissa started dating, a couple of months before Katy and I finally came out and admitted we were more than roommates."

"Nope. I sat across the table from you in Durston's chemistry class the fall before that."

"That was you? I cheated off of you on the final."

"Yes, and every other test too. In trade you always gave me a great view down your shirt."

Donna blushed, "And on test days I didn't wear a bra, hoping you wouldn't notice me cheating."

"I remember."

"So you've gotten a look at my girlfriend's tits?" Katy pretended to be offended.

"Yup, several. But the point was, Donna, I was so average you don't even remember flashing the girls at me."

"So still, how did it happen?" Katy demanded.

"You remember Stu, my roommate?"

"Yeah, kinda." Katy demurred.

"Kinda? You fucked him often enough; you should remember him." Donna interrupted.

"Well, that was Stu, always in someone's pants. Anyway, he dragged me to some party and hooked up with Melissa's roommate Tiffany."

"She was such a whore." Katy laughed.

"You were too," Donna added.

"Well, Tiffany and Melissa were at the party together, and Tiffany was trying to keep Stu to herself, knowing he'd be happy to nail both of them, so she conned Melissa into keeping me busy while she flirted with Stu. After the party, we all headed back to their apartment. Before long, Stu and Tiffany were in the bedroom knocking boots and we were getting drunk. Between the beer and the happy couple in the next room, the conversation turned to sex. Melissa asked me if I was a virgin, I said no, then she asked me about the best sex I ever had. I didn't go too into details, but she seemed pretty worked up anyway, so she made me an offer, one night, no strings, no returns. Not being stupid, I took it. The next morning, she told me to come back that night, and I kept coming back."

"So you went from workout partner, to boyfriend over night?"

"No, it was just pretty much workout sex at first. But after a few weeks, it was more than just fucking. Well, it was never 'just fucking' to me. I was crazy about her from the start."

Donna spoke up, "Must have been doing something right."

"I'll say," Katy added, "Melissa was as much of a tramp as any of us. You must have been pretty good to make her want it from just one person."

Bob blushed, "Well to be honest, it wasn't just me. She still liked to drag Tiffany into the mix, and we did a little swapping sometimes with whoever Tiffany or some other girlfriend was dating at the time."

"That little tramp! She let me think she gave up on that stuff. Until you came along we used to trade partners ourselves now and again."

"Yeah, she mentioned that. She was always afraid I'd lose interest in her if I slept with you."

Sensing the awkwardness of the moment, Donna spoke up, "Anyone need more wine?" 

"Sure."

"Yeah."

Suddenly thoughtful, Katy looked out into the backyard and asked, "So do you still use pool?"

"Not much. I keep it up, and always think I'm going to, but I rarely do."

"Jacuzzi still work?"

"Yep." Bob looked out the back window. "See the steam, I turned on the heat this morning, figuring I might need a hot soak and a beer after this ended."

"Anyone up for a hot soak?" Katy asked.

"We didn't bring suits," Donna protested.

"He's already seen your tits, and as much as I fucked his room mate, he's probably seen mine too. And since when did you wear a suit in a hot tub?"

Bob changed the subject. "I still have all of Melissa's clothes, she had a bunch of suits."

Katy sauntered up to him, sipping her wine, "Hmm. Notice the him changing the subject." Turning to her girlfriend, "So you up for it?"

Donna downed her wine, "Sure. Bob, honey, show me to those suits."

As Bob led them to the bedroom, added, "By the way, Katy, I have, and they were the most amazing I had ever seen before Melissa." 

Donna looked down at her own chest and giggled as she, blurted out, "I would be offended if I didn't agree." 

As they started digging through Melissa's dresser, looking for suits, Katy dug out a tiny little white bikini and handed it to Donna. Here you go sweetie. You'll look great in this." 

Donna held up the bottoms, which consisted of little more than a triangle of fabric and some string. "Sure honey, and you can wear this one." She pulled out a pink mesh one that was about the same size. 

Katy looked at Bob, "Did she actually wear these?"

"Not usually for very long. She bought them for our trip to Jamaica." 

Bob grabbed his suit and sent the girls into the master bath to change. "I'll get changed and meet you out there." He hurriedly changed into his suit and went out to the pool, wanting to get into the water before the girls had a chance to see the tent in his suit.

He'd just settled in, taking the spot facing the back door, so he could see them coming, when the girls came out wrapped in towels. As they removed the towels, Bob shifted hoping they wouldn't see his erection. Katy looked like a shorter, bustier version of his Melissa. Both blond haired and blue eyed. Where Melissa had been 5'9", Katy was 5'4". Melissa had taken after her dad's side of the family, tall and lean. On her frame, her C cup breasts had been just the right size. Katy took after her mom's side of the family, short and petite. Only her hips and bust could be called big, and where Melissa had a hard, flat stomach, Katy had just a hint of tummy. Her C cups seemed too large for her frame. The end result was a pink mesh suit left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were beginning to poke through the mesh, and Bob was sure he could see her lips through the mesh. 

Donna was beautiful dark-haired woman, a couple of inches taller than her girlfriend, and roughly the same build, except she wore a D cup, making her bulge out of the top that she wore. The tiny white suit didn't match up with her tan lines, which showed that while she didn't mind exposing skin, she normally didn't expose quite so much. The bulging flesh combined with the exposed tan lines created one of the sexiest images Bob could remember seeing. The thin fabric looked like it was about to burst at any moment. 

While Donna crawled immediately into the water, Katy took the opportunity to pose and twirl, showing off her body. "Tada!" As she turned, she took the opportunity to 'accidentally' drop her towel. She straightened her legs and bent over to pick it up giving them both a fantastic view of the thin string that ran from the 'waistband' of the suit, between her lovely cheeks, and only partially covering her lips. 

While Bob was silent, Donna cheered and whistled. "If only I had a dollar. How about a lap dance."

Katy grinned as she climbed into the Jacuzzi. "Maybe later darlin'. Don't know how much more our host could handle."

"You are such a whore." Donna shook her head.

"Yes, but you love me." She leaned over to kiss her girlfriend. 

"Yes I do." She leaned into Katy's lips and pulled away as Katy groped her breast. "Later baby." 

"Do you want me to go in the house, or do you want to use the guest room?" Bob teased.

"Not right now. But I do plan on messing up the sheets in that room later, if you don't mind." 

"Feel free."

"Crap!" Donna sat upright. "We forgot the wine."

"I'll go get it," Bob started to get up.

"Sit down Captain Clueless," Katy interrupted. 

Dripping with sarcasm, Donna said, "That's okay I'll get it." She slowly stood up, revealing a now transparent suit that showed two beautiful, large nipples and a dark landing strip. She slowly turned and climbed out of the water, giving Bob an intimate view of her body.

"Who's a whore now?" Katy called.

"I can't be a whore, I never charge for it." Donna feigned innocence as she wrapped a towel around herself and went in the house.

"God she's beautiful. I am so damn lucky." Katy watched her go, and then laid her head on the edge. 

"Have you looked in a mirror?"

"Whatever. You don't think I'm pretty."

"You're right, not pretty. Gorgeous, beautiful, stunning, but not pretty."

Katy looked hard at him. He met her eyes and said, "But then again, I'm biased. You look like Melissa."

"How come you are always so wonderful to me when I'm such an asshole to you."

"I've always had a soft spot for you. Also, Melissa always wanted us to get along, so what else could I do."

Donna arrived then bringing a bottle, and plastic cups. "Here you go." As she took off her towel and climbed back in Bob didn't even pretend not to stare at her now naked breasts. She settled in; her now rigid nipples right above the water level. 

Katy looked as her, "Lose something."

"Sorry, it was too tight, and it didn't hide anything anyway. Besides you've both seen my tits."

"Good point," Katy agreed, sitting up and removing her own top.

"Well, not that I'm complaining, Donna, but I'd really only gotten lots of cleavage and hints of nipple. But thanks anyway, both of you." He lifted his glass to them. 

They continued drinking and let the conversation take itself where it would. They talked frankly of sex: the good, bad and ugly. Bob learned more about his sister and her partner than he ever thought he would. When they ran out of wine again, Katy volunteered to get out and get it, giving them both a great view of her body again. Pouring their wine, she made sure her breasts rubbed into Donna's face, giving Donna a chance to capture a nipple in her mouth momentarily. Bob nearly came in his pants at that. Leaning over to pour Bob's wine, she didn't lean quite as close, but dangled her breasts within inches of his face. 

As she sat back down, Katy looked over at him, "I've been thinking, I only remember fucking Stu in the dorm once while you were there. I was pretty sure you slept through it, and I didn't even take my sweater off. Though I imagine Stu lifted it up to get to the girls."

"What?" 

"I'm trying to figure out when you saw my tits." 

"Oh, that. It wasn't with Stu. Do you remember that big party out at the lake? We all brought tents and stuff and spent the weekend? It was about two weeks before I hooked up with Melissa."

"I must have missed it." Donna looked confused.

"You were too busy orbiting 'Planet Billy' that weekend." Katy answered. 

"Mmhh, Billy," Donna said dreamily.

"Me and Susie shared a tent, and a guy that weekend."

"What ever happened to her?" Donna asked.

"No clue. She left school that summer and disappeared. Quit answering emails and everything." Turning to Bob, "Did I take my top off or something? Or did someone take it off for me?"

"Well you did, but I missed it, apparently. While the party was going on that night, Susie grabbed me and dragged me off to your tent." He looked at her wondering if she'd start to remember.

"That sounds like her. I knew of at least two guys she fucked that weekend." Katy was still not catching on.

"You interrupted her and a guy in the middle of a sixty-nine?" Katy was wide-eyed and suddenly quiet. "And you just crawled in and joined in with them?"

"Oh my God! That was you?" 

"What happened?" Donna asked.

"Oh my God." Katy slammed her wine.

"What happened?" Donna looked over at Bob, and tried to glare at him. "Djo make luv ta my woman."

While Katy hid her now red face, Bob looked over at Donna, "I wouldn't call it making love. It was more like rutting." 

"Susie always said that she was too drunk to remember that guy's name."

"She was pretty pissed at me in the morning. Apparently I wasn't supposed to fuck you after she told me too."

"Damn." Katy looked at him entirely differently. "NOW it all makes sense. Man that was incredible. Did Melissa know about it?" 

"What makes sense?" Donna seemed lost.

"I was cold, and went back to get a shirt to cover up with, and walked in on Susie and this guy sixty-nining. I was supposed to hook up with Stu, but he was off knocking boots with some chick, so I said 'Fuck the party!" and joined in. It was dark in the tent, so I wasn't sure who it was we were fucking. I had a suspicion, but I was so drunk I didn't really care. Between this guy and Susie, I lost count how many times I came." 

Donna was incredulous. "You fucked him all night and didn't know it?"

"It was dark. I knew someone had been fucking the shit of Susie, but I didn't know who it was." 

Something occurred to Donna. "So since it was dark you didn't really see her tits, did you?"

"Not at first, but I woke up with them in my face in the morning."

"Wow." She turned to her now blushing girlfriend. "You never told me about this."

"It's even worse." Bob said, and through Katy's groan, he continued. "Like I said, I woke up to the most fantastic breasts I'd ever seen. So like any horny twenty-year-old guy, I reached between her legs with one hand and started tonguing her nipples. I was groping her crotch and sucking her nipples, and when she started groaning, I worked my way down between her legs and went to work." 

Katy interrupted, "When I tried to sit up to see what was going on, Susie straddled my head and I couldn't see. So all I saw was the top of his head, and then suddenly I got a face full of pussy. He ate me till I came, and then rolled me over and fucked me while I ate her and suddenly I was cumming again. Pretty soon, he came in me and we all collapsed together and when I woke up they were both gone. I've jacked off so many times over that night: I was almost not sure it really happened."

"Damn." Looking at Bob, Donna asked, "You ever tell Melissa?"

"Remember that "Best Sex Ever" question? I didn't mention any names, but apparently she'd already heard the story from someone else, and put two and two together. I didn't find out about you two being sisters until about a week after that. Looking at Katy, he added, "That would be why she never offered to share. She was afraid I would lose interest in her if I slept with you again."

"That's nuts. She was so beautiful." 

"Everyone has insecurities."

"How could she be worried about me? The few guys we shared always showed more interest in her."

"I did tell her you were my best sex ever." 

"That must have been some good sex." Donna was still not believing the story she was hearing.

"Still, what could I possibly have she didn't?"

"When you came in, and Susie sat up, you went down on me, and I thought I was in love."

"Must have been one hell of a blow job." Donna sounded impressed.




An Unexpected Turn of Events



"Katy's the only woman who ever managed to get me all the way down her throat. It bugged Melissa to no end that she couldn't."

Donna protested, "I've SEEN your wife take a dick down her throat. You're shitting me."

Katy looked at him, "Show her." 

"Show me what?" Donna demanded.

"His dick."

"I don't know..."Bob started to protest.

"I've seen big dicks. Billy, if you remember, was pretty big."

"Honey, I couldn't even touch my pussy for days when he was through with me." Turing to Bob, "C'mon, drop 'em and show her."

"If he's bigger than Billy, I can't wait to see this."

"Come on, we'll take ours off too. Drop 'em sugar." She stood up and dragged the pink mesh to her ankles. Bob remembered that shaved crotch well. He'd fantasize about enough, it even when married to her sister.

Not to be out done, Donna stood, hooked her thumbs in her waistband and pulled hers down too. 

Bob stood up and began pulling his trunks down. His cock sprung out half erect and Donna gasped. "Oh damn!" She looked at her girlfriend. "Baby, can I, please?" 

Katy walked over to her girlfriend, grabbed her by the head, kissed her deeply and whispered, "Just plan on sharing."

Bob finished stepping out of his trunks and started to sit back down. Donna grabbed him by the hand, "Oh no you don't." With that she guided him to the edge of the jacuzzi.

He looked at Katy for help. She reached over and stroked his length slowly. Kissing him softly on the lips, she whispered, "Have a good time." 

Donna leaned down in front of him, taking his dick in both hands, she ran both hands up and down its length. "Oh Damn! It's still growing!" Unable to wait any longer, Donna wrapped Bob's dick between her breasts and stroked it, taking the head in her mouth as she slid down. Keeping him in her mouth, she used her breasts to jack him off.

Bob hadn't been touched by a woman since before he and Melissa had found out about her cancer, over two years earlier. Naturally enough, he was ready to explode entirely too soon. Grunting a warning to Donna he managed a weak, "I'm gonna cum."

Bob expected her to release him to lose his load onto her breasts, or into the water, but instead, she let go of the mounds of flesh that engulfed his shaft. Grabbing his hips, she took him deeper in her mouth and swallowed as much as she could. With cum dribbiling out the sides of her mouth she continued to suck him dry until he finally could take no more and pulled her head up.

After kissing away the mess on her lover's face, Katy looked at Bob innocently, "I seem to remember it taking me longer to get that reaction."

Sliding back into the water, Bob tried to defend himself, "Gimee a break. It's been a bit longer between blowjobs this time. No one's done that to me in a long time."

Donna sat in his lap, "Then I guess it's up to us to build your endurance back up, isn't it." Leaning into him she kissed him lightly on the lips. "When you get your breath back, you're welcome to return the favor." Looking over to her girlfriend, she asked, "Ready to share, sweetie? I may not leave anything."

"You go ahead. I'll get mine later." She retreated into the far corner of the jacuzzi, all of three or four feet away, and reached between her legs.

They kissed like a first date, tenderly exploring each other's lips; gently nibbling an ear or neck. Holding her his arms, Bob, gently caressed Donna's hips, thighs, and the small of her back. Had her thought of it, he would have laughed at the thought of being hesitant to touch the body of the naked woman in his lap who had just given him a blowjob. Since he didn't think of it though, he just continued to kiss he like he was scared to touch her.

Feeling left out, and getting very horny at the anticipation, "C'mon, you just came in her mouth, it's okay to play with her tits!"

While Bob kissed nibble her neck behind her ear, Donna panted, "Hush, you." However, she did take the interruption as a chance to take Bob's hand and guide it to her breast.

Having spent the better part of a semester daydreaming about the breast in his hand, Bob took his time caressing it. He kissed down he neck, down the swell of her breast, and took the nipple between his lips, causing her to gasp. He slid his hand back down her body and cupped her ass, squeezing her cheek while he played with her nipple with his lips. 

Turning her back to him, Donna felt him coming back to life as his hard on pressed between her cheeks. As she turned, Bob let the hand that had been supporting her slide around to her chest, while he took the hand that had been squeezing her ass slid around her hip to run his fingertips through her thin strip of pubic hair. Donna gasped again as slid his fingertips down between her legs and parted her lips slightly with his middle finger. He quickly found her clit and made tiny circle around it with his fingertip. With a groan, Donna turned reached back, grabbed the back of his head and groaned. "Ohhh, that's good."

Katy held her wine in one hand and had the other between her legs. "I wanna see fucking!"

Between gasps, Donna managed to gasp out, "I'm okay with that."

"What, and skip one of my favorite parts?" Bob picked Donna up in the water and moved her head and shoulders against her girlfriend. Positioning himself between her legs, he reached between them, grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her up until her pussy was at the level of the water. Putting her legs over his shoulders, he pressed his face into her crotch. 

Setting her wine on the edge of the pool, and taking her fingers out of her pussy, Katy brought her hands up and filled them with Donna's tits. She used her fingertips to toy with Donna's nipples while kissing her on the neck.

It didn't take Bob long to get Donna moaning again. Using his tongue, he flicked her clit, occasionally letting his tongue slip into her pussy. Bob loved eating an unfamiliar pussy, and took great pleasure in experimenting with it. He especially liked when a new lover let him know when he was getting it right. 

Donna let there be no doubt when he got it right and before long she began grunting and quivering. Feeling her impending eruption, Bob focused entirely on her clit, which when combined with what Katy's fingers were doing, sent her loudly, thrashing over the edge.

Letting her legs slide down, and moving forward, Bob let her envelope him in her arms and legs. Pressing her against her lover with his body, Bob just held them both in his arms.

Katy leaned forward and kissed him briefly. While Donna regained her breath, Katy held Bob's gaze with her eyes. Any worry of jealousy evaporated. Bob recognized the lust in her eyes. 

When Donna could finally speak, she panted. "I need you in me." 

"Why don't we move inside. We're getting all pruny." 

Both girls agreed, so they got out of the water and wrapping all three in their towels dried each other off. 

Taking them both by the hand, Bob led them both to living room. Donna collapsed on the couch, as Bob took a blanket from the back of the couch and spread it out in the middle of the room. As Bob took them by the hands and led them toward the blanket, Katy pulled her hand away, and leaned back into the couch, letting them know she was still just watching.

Bob pulled Donna down until she was straddling his hips. Sitting upright, he caressed a breast as she pressed her pussy against his length. As she felt herself getting more and more lubed, she reached between her legs and guided the head of his cock into her opening.

"Okay, just let me get used to this." She slowly began working herself up and down. Bob joined her until they got a good, slow rhythm going. 

Putting both hands behind her back, Bob used his lips and tongue to tease her nipples. As Donna worked herself up and down on him, Bob leaned back until he was fully reclined, again taking the opportunity to grope her tits. Bob barely registered Katy moving up beside them. Leaning over him, she asked, "Having fun?" Without waiting for an answer, she straddled his head, facing her girlfriend, and started grinding against his face. 

Though Bob had loved his wife like no other, and had never once been unfaithful to her (it wasn't cheating since she always participated), this was the ass he dreamed of for eight years. He buried his face into Katy and searched out her clit with his tongue. His nose was almost touching her asshole, and kneading her cheeks, he occasionally let a fingertip caress it. Melissa had told him that her sister didn't like anal play, but she ground into him harder whenever he touched her asshole.

Katy leaned forward and caressed her lover's breasts. She began nibbling on her girlfriend's neck, and before long Donna picked up speed. She started quivering and Bob began driving his hips up to meet her every stroke. Almost immediately, Donna began screaming again. This time, however, she kept humping until she felt Bob suddenly stop and explode inside her. She collapsed against Katy, panting while he went soft inside her.

Donna kissed her lover, going for tonsils. As the two beautiful women on top of him made out, Bob wormed his way out from under them and took in the view. 

When the girls finally came up for air, Donna sprawled onto the blanket. Bob sat up and kissed her, sharing the taste of her girlfriend with her. Not to be left out, Katy half tackling him into her lover. As she stretched out on top of him, Bob kissed her like he'd wanted to since that memorable night in the tent. Katy returned his kiss, and for a while nothing else existed to him. 

Donna watched her lover through glazed eyes. It had been over seven years since either of them had been with a man without the other present, and for the first time in all since then, she had the urge give her some privacy.

Bob broke the spell. Rolling Katy into Donna, he came up for air and started to get up. "Be right back. Don't go anywhere."

Donna wrapped her arms around her lover and drew her close, "Hurry back or we may start without you."

"May?" Katy wasted no time searching out a nipple with her lips.

As much as he wanted to stay and watch, Bob wanted to be back soon too. He went around the house checking the locks and making sure all the drapes were closed. Retuning to the living room, he found Donna on her back, legs spread, with Katy' face buried between her legs. He took a moment to admire the beauty of the two women. As Donna noticed him, she held a hand out to him. When he took her hand, she pulled him to her, and drew him into as long and deep a kiss as she could manage under the circumstances. When they broke the kiss Bob kissed and nibbled his way down to her breasts, circling each lovely pink nipple with his tongue, flicking them, working them with his lips, and caressing them, until Katy's hands came up and enveloped them.

Leaning back, Bob crawled behind Katy and began stoking her slick pussy. Only the fact he'd already blown his wad twice kept him from cumming as soon as his dick touched her lips. She gasped as he entered her. He knew from past experience that she would feel wonderful, but it was even better than he'd remembered. Grabbing her by the hips, he started working his length into her as slowly as he could manage. 

As they worked out their rhythm together, her tongue slowed to a stop on her lover. Donna took the opportunity to turn herself around and worked her way under her girlfriend until her face was directly under Katy's swaying tits. Using her tongue, she flicked Katy's nipple as they bounced back and forth. When she could, she caught one in her lips, making Katy moan even louder. As the couple above her sped up, she worked her way further down until she had her face underneath Katy's shaved pussy. Leaning up, she searched out her lover's clit, sending her into an incredible orgasm.

Bob had seen Donna start working her way under Katy, and knew from the noise Katy was making that something was going on. Even then, it was a surprise when his balls started slapping against her forehead. Whatever she was doing made Katy start shaking and moaning. Picking up the pace, Bob used his hips to pound Katy screaming over the edge. Bob kept up the pace, slamming her until she collapsed on top of her girlfriend. 

Rolling Katy off of her, Donna turned around and pulled Bob down on top of her. Kissing him, she reached down and guided him into her. He slipped in much easier this time and started off slowly sliding into her.

Donna made it clear what she wanted. Wrapping her heels around his ass, she said, "Fuck me hard." 

Happy to oblige, Bob picked up where he left of with Katy, and fucked her as hard as he could. 

Momentarily spent, Katy could only watch as her lover received a royal fucking. As much as she wanted to join in, she was frozen in place by the beauty of her partner's breasts, bouncing back and forth. As Bob leaned into his work, Donna turned her head toward her and mouthed three unmistakable words, "I love you."

Writhing underneath him, Donna soon exploded into her third orgasm of the night. Feeling his own climax coming, Bob kept going, extending her orgasm until finally he unloaded inside her again.

Out of breath, he collapsed on top of her. When he could move again, he leaned up and kissed her gently, before rolling off, and lying between the two beautiful women who snuggled up to him.

After a few minutes, Donna sat up. "Wow," she murmured. "I think I've had enough. I'm going to bed. Baby, come find me when you're done." She leaned across him and kissed Katy deeply. Looking down at Bob, she whispered into his ear, "Don't just fuck her this time." As she wandered off to the guest room, Katy was pretty sure she was walking funny.

As they watched her beautiful ass sway out of the room, Bob propped himself up on an elbow, "Not that I'm complaining, but I thought you two were lesbians." 

"I like men. I just happen to have fallen in love with a woman. It's probably a good thing too, since I have never cheated on a woman, and have never been able to stay faithful to a guy. Not sure why. Why don't we go to the bedroom and do this right."

Bob had an idea. "Let's get in the a shower and clean up a bit first. Since that night we got all sweaty in the tent, I've wanted a chance to soap you up."

Bob gently soaped up every inch of her body, starting with her feet, and up her calves to her thighs. As he knelt beside her, he gently kissed her thighs, her stomach, her ass and any other surface that wasn't soapy yet. Skipping her crotch, he stood behind her and soaped up her stomach and chest, somehow missing her breasts. He then moved to her arms and then her back. He soaped up her neck, and then her face. Rinsing her off, he kissed her and said, "Now the fun parts." He wrapped his arms around her and soaped her ass while kissing her. As he kissed her, kneading her ass in his hands, he worked his way behind her and began soaping up her breasts. Releasing them, allowing the warm water to rid them of soap, he reached down and soaped up her crotch. Taking down the showerhead, he switched it to pulse and moved it down to her crotch to make sure everything was rinsed. Already breathing heavy, Katy's legs went weak when the pulsing water hit her clit. "I learned that from your sister. You like it?"

All Katy could manage was a weak nod and an, "Nh huh."

He guided her to the wall and put her hands on the towel rail. " You're going to want to hold on." He stood behind her and filled his hands with her breasts, nibbled her neck, and worked his rigid member between her legs, rubbing it against her lips. He released a breast and reached down and grabbed himself, pressing his cock up against her, moving his hips back and forth, causing her to groan. Backing his hips up, he released his dick and caressed her ass while kissing his way down her back. When he got to her ass, he reached between her legs and caressed her pussy, while alternating nibbling each cheek. He inserted his thumb in her and brought his other hand down and spread her cheeks. Using the inside of his hand on her clit, he fucked her with a thumb and slowly ran his tongue around the rim of her ass hole, occasionally letting the tip of his tongue press at the opening. Katy moaned as he worked on her, quivering until she started bucking against his face. Cumming violently, she screamed until he pulled his face away and stood up. "Give me a minute to brush my teeth, and I'll be back."

Before he could open the shower door, Katy grabbed him. "I have a rule, if you can lick me there, I can kiss you after you do." She then did her best to lick his tonsils. When they broke, she turned around and pressed him against the wall with her back, reaching between her legs, she took him in her hands and guided him into herself. Bob took control then and move her back into position against the wall. He slowly worked himself into her until he was fully in and then began slowly fucking her. One hand caressed her breasts as he fingered her clit with the other. All the while he kissed he neck, nibbled an ear, or kissed her when she could manage to turn that far. Not wanting to finish quickly, he took his time, going slowly until he felt her start to quiver. He picked up speed and began hammering her. She screamed as she climaxed, but Bob didn't let up, keeping her climax going until finally her legs gave way. 

Bob held her until she could support herself, still inside her. When she was coherent again she extracted herself from his embrace and knelt in front of him. Taking him in her mouth she slowly began working him into her mouth, taking him into her throat and swallowing him, bit by bit until her nose pressed into his pubic hair and her chin met his balls. She began working his hips back and forth, until it he was no longer getting a blowjob, but was fucking her throat. She caressed his balls, and it wasn't long until she felt them tighten in her hand and against her chin. As he started to erupt, she pulled back so only the head was in her mouth, wanting to taste the load. As she pulled him out of her mouth a few drops of cum finally dribbled down her chin. Swallowing his load, she wiped her chin and stood up. She held him, kissing him until the water turned cold. As he reached around her and turned off the water, she looked him in the eye. "Can I stay with you tonight."

Without a word, Bob leaned down and kissed her gently. "I'd love it. Will Donna be okay with it?"

"She said to come find her when I'm done. I'm not done, just tired."

He retrieved a towel and dried her off, taking extra time on the fun parts. Wrapping it around her, he grabbed one for himself, dried himself off, and led her from the bathroom. As they approached the bed, his and Melissa's bed, they both paused uncomfortably.

Katy broke the silence, "Why don't we spend the night in the guest room with Donna?"

"Good idea. Now that you don't hate me, I don't want to get her mad at me."

Donna barely moved as they climbed into bed. She mumbled something that was unintelligible to Bob, but Katy clearly understood. 

Kissing her on the cheek, Katy whispered into her ear. "I love you too." 

Snuggling up to her girlfriend, Katy went to sleep entirely spent, sandwiched between her greatest love and her greatest fantasy. 

For the first time in over two years, Bob's last thoughts as he went to sleep were not about how much his life sucked.