3 comments/ 58046 views/ 15 favorites My Sister Wife Ch. 01 By: Renaearden Couple Seeks Woman for Intimate Relationship It was a long time coming. We both knew we needed a change. Something different, to spice up our lives. It was time to place an ad. * Wanted: Woman 25-35 to share a passionate relationship with couple. Must be bisexual! Must be willing to please us both, together and apart. Pic gets pic! * Short, sweet and to the point. I was constantly wondering how long it would take to find her. How long would it take to find the woman my husband and I would include in our sex life. We interviewed at least 20 ladies over a period of four months. If one made it through the first, joint interview, she didn't make to the third. The last two interviews were private, one each, my husband and I. Was it because he interested? Maybe she wasn't? Maybe I wasn't serious? Was it because no one was just right? It felt like she'd never come. Three months had gone by since we even received a reply. I had given up hope, and our sex life remained what it was. Stagnant. Boring. After a long day at work, I sat down in front of the computer to check my email. One in box message from my husband. Subject line: She's the one. He had forwarded me her response and picture. His email read; What do you think? -Love Michael The picture was of a pretty lady. Long brown hair. Green eyes. Full figure. Not thick, yet, by no means was she thin. She was wearing a lime green nightgown that fit perfectly. Her tight, large, round breasts barely concealed by the lace and silk top. I couldn't tell from her picture how tall she was, but her detailed message said it all. 27 years old. 5'6''. 163#. 38 32 36. ;) C My pic gets yours! Single and willing. -Yessie <3 I quickly shot of a reply, with a recent photo we took of ourselves on our anniversary. Me in a tank and panties, sitting between his legs. Him naked, with his hand up my shirt, cupping a breast. Me -- 35 years old. 5'4''. 165#. 38 36 38. Just big enough. Him -- 28 years old. 5'10''. 170#. 8'' hard. Can't wait to meet. 931-8832 -Reece and Mike I replied to Michael's email, one word. Yup! <3 I didn't expect to hear from her so soon. She called back right away. So quickly, I began to wonder if she was a fake. Hopes a little dashed, I asked her if she'd join us for dinner at Tuesday's, a small, intimate restaurant close to our home. She agreed, so I texted the hubs to let him know to meet us there. Tonight wasn't the night, so, even though I showered and shaved, I didn't make too much of a fuss. I wore a brown blouse that hugged my breasts, yet hung loose enough so not to reveal every flaw, a pair of hip hugging jeans and light brown boots, and lip gloss. Michael and I arrived at the restaurant at the same time. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, taking my breath away. It had been a long time since he had kissed me like that. "Ready babe?" He asked. He always looked so classy in his suit and tie. His black hair slicked back, mustache and goatee neatly trimmed. Tonight he was wearing a dark purple button down, with a matching silk tie. "Let's do this." I replied happily. Not too jumpy, but excited. We had just ordered our drinks when she came in. Spying us, she waved, and the hostess showed her to our table. Both Michael and I stood. I shook her hand, cheek kissed both of hers and sat. He pulled out her chair, and patted her shoulder, when she sat down. She ordered her drink, and we just jumped right into conversation. She was very comfortable to be with. Sweet. Funny. Interesting. Yes, she might just make all three rounds of questioning. Our first meeting wasn't going to involve all the intimate details. At least, it wasn't planned that way. As we were wrapping up dinner, Yessie, as she liked to be called, excused herself to the ladies room. Unexpectedly, she leaned down, softly brushed her lips across my ear. "I'd love to make your fantasies a reality," she whispered and left Michael and I alone to talk it over. "So?" He asked. "I like her." We both said at the same time. We both laughed. "Should we set up a time for your one on one?" I asked him. He just shrugged as she came back to the table. "So, when should we plan a little 'preview'?" Yessie asked. Michael suppressed a laugh, causing him to cough a little to catch his breath. "When is good for you?" He answered. "I'm game. Your place, or mine?" "Wow," I said. "Guess there's no need for rounds two and three." We followed her to her home, not too far away from our own. I was a little more than excited. It had been years since I had been with a woman, and together, Michael and I had never had a threesome. "I was surprised to find your advertisement. I'm really glad you posted it. I've always wanted a couple. Who's first time?" Yessenia was very talkative. Not nervous, just curious. Michael cleared his throat, and raised his hand. "It's me." Both Yessie and I laughed. "It's been a while, for me. But, I've been wanting this for a while now." I told her. "Lucky me." She replied. She served us drinks, and we all made a little small talk. I looked at Mike, he looked a little uncomfortable, but not so much that I thought we should call it off. Yessie moved closer to me on the couch. She put her hand on my leg, high up on my thigh. She leaned forward, and kissed me. Slowly, her lips brushed mine. Her teeth nipped at my lips. I opened my mouth to welcome her tongue as she thrust it in. Already, my valley was growing warm. "Come on, Michael." She said to my husband, patting the couch next to her. "Come over here, and kiss me." "Come on Mike." I teased. "Come play too." My sweet, shy husband followed our commands, and came over to the couch, where Yessenia turned to him, put her fingers in his hair, and pulled him to her. His lips parted. She put her mouth to his, and kissed him. Deeply. She sucked his tongue as he returned her kiss. "It's ok, Babe. Touch her." I told him. I was sitting on the other side of Yessenia. I was rubbing her breasts through her shirt. I could feel her nipples growing hard under the cloth of her bra. Michael ran his hand up the length of her leg. His knuckles brushed her crotch, and shyly, he pulled away a little. She pulled his hand back, and pressed it a little harder against herself. She held his hand, guided him to rub her harder, and turned back to kiss me. I pulled my shirt off over my head, revealing the white lace bra I was wearing. My nipples, pink, were hard, protruding through the material. Michael moaned a little, and winked at me. Yessie stood, removed her own top, and came to sit behind me. Now, I was sandwhiched between her and him. He pulled me to him, and kissed me. His kiss passionate and demanding. One hand was squeezing, kneading my breast, teasing my nipple, while she was using his other hand to rub herself between the legs, while her other hand was massaging my own pussy. I was growing more excited by the moment. Wet, I wanted out of my clothes. I spent time rubbing Michael through his slacks. Feeling him grow hard at my touch. "There now, my love." He loosened his tie, and opened his buttons, bare chested. I helped him take it off. He opened his fly, and guided my hand to his penis. I rubbed him, slowly, but hard. Tugging, teasing, squeezing. Yessenia unfastened my bra, letting the straps slip from my shoulders, it fell loose in front. Her hand was a little rougher this time, pulling and pinching my nipple. I arched just a little, to feel her. Behind me, she was kissing the back of my neck. Licking, biting, nipping, sucking. "I need out of these pants." I gasped. I stood. She pulled Michael to her. She kissed him, and rubbed him. She trailed her tongue from his lips, to his neck, where she nipped and bit, to his nipples, where she licked, sucked them into her mouth, grazed them with her teeth. He let his head roll back in ecstasy. I pulled off my boots, and then my jeans. My panties, white, silk and lace, matched my bra, were a bit wet, so, I took them off too. I rejoined them on the couch. This time, behind Yessie. I rubbed my breasts on her back, as I kissed her neck. I twisted my hand in her long hair, pulled her head back, so that I could bring my mouth crashing down onto hers. I desired the taste of her warm, wet mouth. She stood then, and again, Michael pulled me to him. His pants now were open. This time, he crushed me to him. His mouth found my breast, and he bit at my nub, chewing it, flicking it with his tongue. He rubbed, and pinched it, and again, consumed it with his mouth. This side of him, demanding, was incredible. We watched as Yessenia removed her own clothes. In a slow, seductive private little dance, she touched herself, rubbing her own breasts, she trailed her fingers down her sides, as she slid out of her panties, she moved her hand to her cleanly shaved pussy, she pulled her bottom lips open, showing us her clit. She massaged her pussy, and slipped a finger inside, bringing it back out shiny, wet, brought that finger to her mouth, and rubbed it across her lips. She then straddled my husband and kissed him, putting her sent, her milk into his mouth. She pushed into him. Rode him, without letting him inside. She pulled me to them, and kissed me. I could taste her salty cream still on her lips. I was lost now. I wanted more. I wanted to have her in my mouth. She came to me then, straddled my lap, she rode me, just as she did Michael. He stood, removed his own clothes. He was so handsome, even more so, enjoying Yessenia and I as we fondled, tasted, teased, and kissed each other. Yessie pulled me down to the floor, all the while, she licked me, from my mouth, to my breasts, down the length of my torso, my navel, she spent time on. Licking, nipping. She then went down further, pushing her face into my pussy. She licked my snatch, pulling my clit into her mouth, biting it. Chewing. I arched my back, pushing myself deeper into her mouth. She was divine. Michael knelt down beside me. He kissed me, and then he straddled my face, encouraging me to suck his balls. I did just that. I licked, sucked them into my mouth, and nipped, teased, tasted. He slapped at my lips with his throbbing hard cock, that spilled just a little pre cum. I loved the taste of my husband's salty, almond flavored milk. It made me even more wildly excited than feeling Yessenia eat me out. I raised my head so that I could take my husband's rod into my mouth, and suck him. As I sucked, he massaged my breasts. She rose. "Wanna swap?" She asked him with a wink, and grin. She kissed him, and as they passed each other, he slapped her ass. This time it was him, between my legs. Teasing, nipping, biting, and chewing on my clit, pulling it, pinching. He slid his fingers inside me, brought them out, licked them. Slid them back in, thrusting, pumping harder, so that the palm of his hand pushed up against my clit. I bucked into him. I loved fucking his face, as Yessie pushed her pussy into my mouth, letting me lick her, thrust my tongue inside her, chew on her lips, finger fuck her. Yes, I do believe this could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship! My Sister Wife Ch. 02 Yes Mistress Yes Finally, noon! I was tired. Ready, to be off work. I just wanted to go home, take a long, hot bath, and take a nap. Michael was on a business trip, not due home until tomorrow. It would be nice to just have some alone time. I wasn't expecting Yessenia. I was locking up, when she snuck up behind me. She kissed me teasingly. "Hey hot stuff! I have a surprise for you." She told me, as she walked behind me and blindfolded me. "Hey!" I tried to protest. She put her lips to mine, to quiet my objection. "No need for words. I'll take care of everything." Silently, she led me to her car. I was intrigued by what she had in mind. But, I'd never been blindfolded before, it was just a little discomforting. It was totally and completely dark. I felt utterly bewildered. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Some place." She answered, brusque. Almost cold. "Now, if you'll just relax. We'll be there soon." It wasn't long before we were parking, and she was leading me. I heard her key turn in a door. All the while, it was dark. I couldn't see, and damn if the silence was deafening. When the door closed behind me, Yessie pushed me up against the door. Her mouth consumed mine, in a crushing, tongue tantalizing kiss. Her hands were rough, as she squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples. I grew hard under the fabric of my bra. Already, I was creamy between my legs. She started undressing me, and she wasn't gentle at all. She pulled the top off over my head, taking the bra along, without even unclasping it. She brought her mouth down to my breast, where she bit me. Not a teasing bite, but, honest to goodness, hard, mean bites. I could feel as she moved her mouth over my body, down to my waist, where with her mouth, she pulled the cords of my skirt, loosening up, so it just fell off my hips. Her mouth found my mound, warm, a little wet. She pressed her face into my crotch. Licking, biting my clit, through my panties. She then pulled the panties down my legs, and tossed them aside. I tried to raise my hands to her hair. She grabbed my arms, and spun me around, so that I was facing the door we just walked through. "Don't move!" She told me, as she pushed me into the door. This was a side of her that I'd never seen. It was... I don't know. It was... Thrilling? It wasn't long before she came back, and twisted my arms, raising them up over my head, where she tied a binding around them. I could hear water running in the not too far distance. "Come, let me wash you," she said in a husky whisper. I loved hearing her voice soft, and dark. It always turned me on. She pulled me into the shower. It was hot, not scalding, but very near. I could feel that she stood naked. I wanted to touch her, to feel her body next to mine. She wouldn't allow it. "Please, Yes. I just want to feel you." She slapped me hard on my ass. "Shut up!" She had me completely washed, soaped, rinsed, shampooed, and dried before I even had time to comprehend her attitude. "Tonight, you are to be my bitch! You, will be my slave, and you WILL do EVERYTHING I say, exactly as I say it! Do you understand?" She commanded as she dried me with her tongue. I could only nod. She led me to a bed where she pushed me down into the sitting position. She straddled me, and thrust her tongue into my mouth, and her hands into my hair. Finally her breasts were pressed against mine. Her crotch, grinding with mine. Oh how my pussy was throbbing with need. I tried to kiss her back, but she pushed me again, this time, I was lying down. She had untied me, only long enough to tie each of my wrists to a bed post. All the while, she was pinching, squeezing, teasing my nipples, or flicking my clit. I struggled, in mock fear beneath her. The more I protested, the more rough she got. She laid her body over mine. She dry humped me, she rubbed her tits on my face, her nipples over my lips. She traced my jaw line with them, down the length of my neck. She squeezed or breasts together, pressing hard into me, like she couldn't get enough. Soon, she was rubbing my now dripping mound with them. Teasing my clit with her nipples. It was delightfully arousing to feel all of her all over me. She spread my legs apart, and lay down between them. She buried her face into my pussy. Using her nose, to tease my clit. She blew a warm breath over me. She could see as my clitoris grew hard, and watched as it throbbed for her. She bit it, pulling it, stretching it out. Held it with her teeth, as she flicked it with her tongue. All the while her fingers just brushed my hole. Feather light, she brushed her fingers over it. Teasing. "Please." I choked out. "Please, what?" She demanded. "Please, Mistress?" I answered. She purred, almost sounding like a real cat. "Yessss," she hissed. "Say it again." "Please, Mistress." "Please, Mistress, what?" "Please, Mistress, fuck me." She laughed, and stood up. I could hear her rustling through things in the corner of the room. And then I heard the cracking, of what sounded like a whip. It was loud, as if she has snapped it against a wall. Was she going to use this on me? I wasn't really one for whipping. Pain. I'd find out it wasn't a whip, but riding crop. "Please, Mistress, what?" "Please, Mistress, fuck me." I whimpered again. She slapped my crotch with the crop. Not violently hard, but, hard enough that it stung. I began to writhe on the bed. Thrashing around. Silently begging for her to do it again. She did. Harder this time. I liked it. The sting. The burn. I cried out. She laughed, a guttural sound. "Do you like it? Do you like it when momma hits your pretty kitty?" She asked me, her voice low. "I like it." I replied quietly. She slapped me again. "What? Speak up, you fucking slut!" "I like it." I answered again, louder this time. She hit me again. "Come on you fucking whore. Tell me." "I like it." Louder yet. She hit me again. I'm sure by now my pussy was flaming red. "What... Did... You... Say...?" She demanded. I liked this side of her. "I like it!" I shouted. Her mouth crashed down on mine again. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. She sucked mine into her mouth. She chewed it, she sucked it. She flicked it with her own. "I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you when I'm damn good and ready. Do you understand?" "Yes." She smacked me again, this time, my breast. I flinched. "Yes?" She questioned, and hit me again. "Yes?" She was nearly screaming at me. "Yes, Mistress!" I replied, tone matching tone. "Yes, Mistress. I understand." "Good." She answered, lowering her mouth to my breast, licking the spot she had smacked. She licked it, slobbering, wetting the spot with her spit. She rubbed the spit into my skin, to cool the warm spot. She sucked the spot, and bit. She licked it again. "That's the way I want my little girl to behave." Again, she spread my legs, and lay between them, and again she buried her face in my snatch. This time, she thrust her tongue into me. Thrusting it in and out like a dick. Thrusting hard, hard enough, that her teeth scraped my clit. I arched into her. I loved feeling her tongue inside me. I couldn't wait for more. She slid both of her hands up my inner legs, til they rested on my inner thighs. She slid her fingers to my pussy, feather light. Using two fingers each, she spread my pussy lips apart, displaying my cave wide. She held it open, as she licked, and bit the sides. Her tongue would flit over my clit, in and out of my cunt. I could feel an orgasm building up inside. I was about ready to cum in her face. Yessenia knew. She could feel it. "Gonna cum all over my face, baby girl?" She asked. I arched into her. "Gonna cum in my mouth, sweet little girl?" Oh, God, I wanted to cum. Suddenly, she pinched my clit, and twisted it. "You had better NOT cum!" The pain was incredible. It did hurt, but, it was sexy. Inviting. But, I held back. I wouldn't cum, I'd hold off as long as she demanded. "When?" I asked, my voice quivering. She smacked me, using her hand this time. Not as hard as she did with the crop, but it felt the same. It hurt, tingled, stung. But, damn, if I didn't want it again. "Do it again?" I asked. She did. She licked her hand, making it nice and wet, and slapped my pussy again, hard. Again her mouth consumed me. Teeth biting, teasing, tasting, thrusting. Her fingers this time, teased too. Caressed, pinched, poked. She slid one, then two inside, thrusting them in, pulling them out, quickly. She'd bring them to my mouth, and shove her fingers in, making me taste my own salty juice. She'd push them back into my wetness. Thrusting. She'd wiggle her fingers around inside of me. It kind of tickled. I arched into her, to feel her fingers deeper. "I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to fuck your cunt, bitch, until you scream. I'm going to fuck your cunt, until you beg me to stop. I'm going to fuck this sweet, tight, little hole until you cum all over my face." She told me. Man oh man, was this wild side of my darling more incredible, than any I had yet to see. My Sister Wife Ch. 02 Pt. 02 It was amazing! I'd never known lust to feel so, so... So fucking incredible. I was beginning to wonder if she was going to use me like this all night. Don't get me wrong, I relished in the pleasure of her doing things to my body that no one ever had, and I could probably let her keep me tied up as long as she wanted, but... "Break time?" She demanded, more than questioned. First she untied my feet, then she released my hands just long enough to bind them at the wrists. "Yessie, love." I started. "When can I touch you?" I asked. She didn't reply, or remove my blindfold. She led me to the restroom, where she pushed me to the toilet so that I could relieve myself. Ahh, it felt good to release the pressure that had been building in my bladder for some time. She cleaned me with a warm, damp cloth, and took me back to the other room where she so generously offered me a drink. She held the glass of what smelled like red wine to my lips, and gently tipped it so the slightly chilled liquid could quench my thirst. Just as quickly, she pulled the glass away, and licked the extra fluid from my lips. Suddenly, she was at it again. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as her hands squeezed and teased my breasts, trailed down my belly until they reached my sex, where she pinched my clitoris, and shoved her fingers inside me. I quivered at her touch. She was just so fucking good. Just as quickly as she finger fucked me, she stopped, grabbed a fist full of my hair and forced me to my knees. She pushed my naked body forward over what felt like a padded table, that was only big enough to rest my torso. Again she tied my hands and legs so that I could not struggle, much. Now I was bent over, doggie style, so she had access to my ass, which she was already between, squeezing, and slapping, and my pussy, which she was teasing by letting her fingers lightly glide over it. Yessenia was on her knees behind me. She was massaging my ass cheeks. She bit them. Kissed them. Licked them. She would make them wet, and then hit me with her crop. A couple of times it was hard enough to make me cry out. Behind me, she pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my most private spot, and she blew a warm breath over my puckering hole. She spit on it, rubbed it in. Blew it again. By now goose bumps were taking over my flesh. I'd never been ass fucked before, and as worried as I was what it would feel like if she stuck something inside, I loved the way it felt as she played with me. She smacked my asshole with her riding crop. Then swiftly kiss it as I jerked from the pain. She switched from my ass to the moist cavern between my legs, flicking her tongue, or rubbing her fingers over them, or the crop handle. It was simply exsquisite. She rubbed my ass with her tits, tease the hole wither nipples. Then she leaned down, and buried her face in my crotch where she chewed on my lips, and pressed her tongue deep inside me. Oh I how I wanted to cum. I could tell she could feel I was on the verge of climax, for she suddenly stopped fucking me with her mouth. "You better not cum, bitch." I sighed, as much from pleasure as disappointment. She was standing now. I could hear her rustling around, going through something. Unwrapping something. Then I heard her open the door, and close it again behind someone. My heart beat faster from anticipation. It was Michael. I knew from his cologne, but I said nothing, and he remained silent. I heard him kiss her. She moaned as their tongues dueled in pleasure, he took from her mouth the taste of my juice. I heard him undressing. I heard her laugh, her giggle husky and soft, as again, she knelt down to bite and chew on my ass. She spread my cheeks apart and again used her mouth and fingers to tease my asshole. He was standing in front of me now. I could feel the warmth of him on my face. Roughly, he grabbed a fist full of my hair, and yanked my head up. I gasped, just as Yessenia slid her tongue into my tight, unexplored hole, and when my lips parted, Michael thrust his already throbbing cock into my mouth. He continued to fuck my face, as she stopped fucking my ass, licked my pussy, and then thrust a rubber molded cock inside my wet, throbbing snatch. It was lavishing being forceably fucked from both ends. I delighted in having my husband shove his prick in so deep that it touched the back of my throat, causing my gag reflex to tighten my throat over the head of his rod. "Keep it up, baby and I'll cum." He sighed. "So cum," Yessie told him, as she continued sliding her toy in and out of my dripping cauldron. Just as she said it, he did. He pulled out just as he was shooting his creamy, salty milk and came in my mouth and all over my face. Yessenia came around then, to the front, and consumed my lips with hers, sucking his warm cream from my mouth, licking what was spilled from my face and his cock, she removed my blindfold, kissed me, again licked Michael's dick, which was growing hard again, got up, and left us alone.