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 Title: Sister-in-law Christmas Present


Summary: Wife arranges a Christmas present for her sister.


Keywords: inc,fic





   At fifty-five Christmas is a lot different than it was when we were
kids, which is different from when we had a growing family in our arms,
which is different from when our kids were starting to strike out on their
own.  Each of these incarnations of Christmas meant changing or making new
family traditions.  Four years ago when the last of our four kids struck
out on their own, starting their own family, we again changed our
traditions.  Christmas Eve was now a quiet time for my wife and me.  The
kids all came back on Christmas day or after for a celebration with us and
their growing families.  That left Christmas Eve for us, just the two of
us.

   Trying to rekindle a little of the romance and playfulness in our
relationship we started a new tradition.  We shared personal gifts to each
other, which always included something sexy to wear, which had to be
modeled that night of course, followed by some Christmas love.  It was a
tradition I was thoroughly enjoying.  The new tradition had seemed to
awaken more than a little of the sexual playfulness that had disappeared
over the years raising our children, and the lack of privacy that entailed.
Last year she gave me a pair of absolutely microscopic underwear, that once
she modeled the lingerie I gave her, was completely incapable of containing
my growth, which seemed to be her plan.  We ended up making love under the
tree wearing only what we had given each other.

   As Christmas approached this year I was enjoying thinking back to how
her nearly naked body looked on the carpet by the tree, lit only by the
blinking lights as I lay on top of her, slowly stroking in and out of her
wet pussy, the only real sounds the gentle squish of her wetness and the
moans of her pleasure.  Unfortunately this year that memory may be the only
part of our newly minted tradition that I get to enjoy.  Why you ask? 
Because this morning my wife informed me that her sister would be joining
us for Christmas Eve.

   Don't get me wrong.  I like her sister.  She wasn't like a lot of
sister-in-laws.  She and I got along well.  I wouldn't say we were close,
but we were certainly friendly with each other.  When we saw each other we
usually ended up joking and even on occasion kidding each other with
sexually slanted comments.  But the last two years she'd been a real
downer, mostly because her ex-husband ran off with someone fifteen years
younger.  Now she seemed to be a much less cheerful person, prone to bouts
of depression.  My wife had taken it as her mission to try and help her
move beyond her ass hole ex and start looking at life through a new set of
glasses.  I suppose that's why she was going to have Amanda over for
Christmas Eve.  Dinner followed by church followed by our gift exchange.

   "Scott," my wife said, getting my attention as we sat on the living room
floor wrapping presents for our grandkids.

   "Yeah?"

   "You're not angry at me over Amanda coming over tonight, are you?"

   "Angry?  No."

   "What then?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Lover, we've been married for thirty-five years, you think I don't know
when you're upset about something."

   "Okay.  Disappointed I guess."

   "Disappointed?"

   "After last year, yeah," I answered her with a frown.

   "What makes you think this year will be different?"

   "Honey.  Let's face it.  You're not going to want to wear what I got you
in front of your sister."

   "No?  Why not?  You think that she's not seen me naked or something?"

   "What I got for you isn't naked."

   "Oh?  A little on the kinky side?  Or just plain slutty?  I know how
much you love seeing me in those sexy little outfits."

   "It's...  Um...  Interesting."

   "Oh really?  Well, what I got you is...interesting as well."

   "Oh?  Well I can still wear it for you in the bedroom tonight."

   "What?  Not going to model it when you unwrap it?  That was the deal we
made four years ago, right?  Unwrap and model, whatever it might happen to
be?"

   "Yeah.  But your sister?"

   "What, afraid that your half naked body might scare her?"

   "Not that.  You sure you want me half naked in front of her?"

   "Why don't you let me worry about that?  You just plan on modeling what
I got you and I'll model what you got me and we'll let Mother Nature take
its course."

   "Whatever," I said with a frown, deciding to let it drop there.

   We finished wrapping the gifts, started dinner and went to shower and
change.  When I came out of the bedroom in my suit and tie, Amanda was
already there, dressed in a red dress that was very uncomplimentary to her
figure.  Eve my wife, wasn't quite a carbon copy of Amanda, but they were
very obviously sisters.  Both had similarly long brown hair with natural
gray highlights and were almost exactly the same height.  Neither were the
slender proportions of their college years, having had a bit of the typical
middle age weight gain, though I wouldn't ever consider either fat.  I was
very familiar with my wife's dimensions, 36-32-36 with ample, almost
overflowing C cup breasts.  I guessed that Amanda was pretty close to the
same dimensions, including her breasts, though I'd never really had the
chance to see for sure.  She generally had worn outfits that hid rather
than complimented her figure, much like the dress she had on now.

   We sat down and ate dinner, a ham and potato casserole that I was
particularly fond of.  The girls chatted across the table, only
occasionally including me in the conversation.  After we finished my wife
got up and took Amanda along with her to the bedroom, which puzzled me a
little given that both were already dressed for church.

   "Come on.  We'll be late!" I called down the hall almost twenty minutes
later.

   "We're coming!" My wife called before clomping her way down the hardwood
hallway in her high heels, a second set of clomping feet following her.  My
wife walked past me toward the coat closet, Amanda following.  I did a
double take and whispered "Damn," under my breath at the sight of her.  She
wore a formfitting red wraparound dress that I recognized as one of my
wife's sexier dresses that she's only worn a few times, usually when she
wants to tease me.  The slick red material only came down to the middle of
her thighs, her legs glistening in a pair of nude color stockings, looked
even longer in the four inch red heels she had on.

   "I heard that," my wife said as she pulled on her coat.

   "Heard what?" I asked innocently as I turned and walked toward the
garage door to back the car out.  Retreat is often the best course of
action, and getting caught complimenting your wife's sister's outfit is
probably a good time to beat a hasty retreat.  Before I could hear her
response I was in the garage with the door closing behind me.  I climbed
into the car and backed out of the garage, waiting in the driveway for my
wife and her sister to come out through the garage.  In the headlights both
of them looked damn hot, considering we were going to church and not off to
some nightclub or party.  My wife climbed into the back seat and her sister
into the passenger seat and I backed out of the drive.  As I drove across
town, Amanda was illuminated in almost strobe like flashes as I passed
under the street lights.  I couldn't quite help but notice that the seat
belt had pulled her skirt up higher on her thighs, high enough that I could
easily see the tops of the stockings encasing her legs.

   "Scott.  If you keep looking at my sister's legs and not paying
attention to where you're driving, you're going to end up on the sidewalk,"
my wife said from the back seat.

   "I'm not..." I protested.

   "Liar!" my wife said from the back seat.  I could almost swear I heard
her giggle after accusing me.

   I looked over at Amanda in the flashing streetlights, a clearly
embarrassed look on her face, but making no attempt to pull the skirt back
down any lower, though her fingers were toying with the hem.  If anything,
her idle fingering the hem was inching it up higher, almost high enough
that I thought a few times as she shifted in the seat I might have caught a
glimpse of red panties between her legs.  I did my best to not look like I
was looking, even though I couldn't help but look.  The only time I'd ever
seen this much leg on her was when she was wearing one of her very
conservative one-piece swimsuits, and that was rare.  Many times she even
wore shorts over the suit, as if letting her crotch be seen was out of the
question.  I couldn't help but wonder if that had something to do with her
husband's exit from their marriage.

   "Here we are!" I said as I pulled into the church parking lot.  I didn't
get a response and I didn't really expect one.  I parked and got out of the
car, starting to walk around to the passenger side to walk my wife to the
building, as was my custom.  My wife looped her arm in one of mine.  Before
I could take a step, Amanda slipped her arm through my other arm so that I
had one of them on each side.  I felt a little conspicuous but no one
seemed to notice one way or the other.  We sat through the candlelight
service with Amanda on one side of me and my wife on the other.  Even in
church it was hard to ignore the sight of the tops of her stockings peeking
at me from under the hem of the skirt.

   The ride home was more typical of the last few years.  My wife sat in
the passenger seat, her skirt hiked up, either intentionally or
unintentionally, well up her thighs.  As she moved her legs around on the
drive it seemed to slide even higher, until I could see the white lace
panties she had on under the red Christmas dress.  "Keep your eyes on the
road there mister, not in my lap," she said with a grin.

   "I'm trying.  But it's hard when I can see your panties like that," I
said quietly enough that I hoped her sister wouldn't hear me.

   "Oh?  It's my panties that has you distracted?" she asked sweetly. 
"Well maybe we should do something about that."

   She pulled her skirt down, effectively ending the show I had.  I had to
admit I was a bit disappointed.  She pulled on her seat belt and then to my
surprise, she pulled her skirt back up for a moment.  I couldn't see what
she was doing in the dark between the street lights, but I couldn't miss
the result of her actions, a pair of white lace bikini panties landing on
the dashboard in front of me.  "There.  Now you can see my panties and the
road!"

   "Shit." I swore quietly, realizing that if those were her panties, then
she wasn't wearing any, any longer.  "Did you really just take off your
underwear?"

   "Could be.  Wanna see?" she asked playfully, toying with her skirt in
the little flashes of light.

   "Hell yeah!" I answered with a laugh.

   "Here," she said as we flashed through a bright spot, her skirt about
half way up her thighs.  "There," she said as we flashed through the next
bright spot, her hands already pulling the skirt back down.

   "Hey, I didn't get to see!" I protested.

   "Too bad.  I suppose you'll have to wait until we get home then.  I'd
hate to distract you too much," she said with a soft chuckle, knowing that
she had just perpetrated her most diabolical tease to date.

   "Not fair," I said quietly, shaking my head at how turned on her little
game had gotten me.  So much so that I'd almost forgotten that her sister
was sitting in the back seat watching the whole thing.

   "That's what you think.  You should feel how wet I am already," my wife
said with a giggle.

   I reached across the center console, reaching to her lap, only to get my
hand slapped.  "Uh uh.  Too distracting.  Both hands on the wheel big boy."

   I drove the rest of the way to the house in silence, wishing that when
we got home we could do something about the bulge in my pants, but with her
sister here, it was clearly going to have to wait until bedtime,
unfortunately.  I pulled into the drive and stopped in front of the garage,
hitting the door opener.  My wife and her sister got out of the car and
headed into the house through the garage.  I could see them talking as they
walked, clearly in no particular hurry.  They stopped in the middle of the
garage and as they stood in the headlights I watched Amanda lift her skirt
higher on her thighs, reach under with her fingers and pull down her
underwear, wiggling to work it down over her butt without lifting her skirt
all the way up.  She pulled it down and stepped out of it, walking after my
wife to the back door.  I watched her walk into the house, the door closing
with the red panties hanging on the doorknob of the now closed door.

   "What the hell is my wife up to?" I asked myself as I pulled the car
into the garage.  I climbed out and grabbed my wife's panties off the dash
and then headed into the house, collecting Amanda's underwear on the way.

   "Well, there you are.  Ready to open presents?" my wife asked as I
walked into the living room, the tree lights all turned on and only a few
of the room lights on so it was semi dark in the room.  "Amanda's passing
out our gifts for each other.  Go ahead and sit down."

   "Okay, sure," I answered, still not at all sure what the hell she was
playing at.  In our new little tradition, we jointly passed out the gifts
to each other, making sure to put our special package on the bottom for
last.  I knew how I wrapped my special present for her and it was most
definitely NOT on the bottom of the pile.  In fact, it was practically on
top.

   "So you want to go first?" my wife said.  "You are the youngest."

   "Yeah, by a few dozen days." I chuckled, playing the game we did every
year.  It was tradition in our family to open from youngest to oldest. 
Without the kids, I was the youngest, a fact she liked to rub in each year.
I opened my gifts from her, some new hunting bib coveralls, a new fishing
reel, a few fishing baits and a new pair of high power binoculars.  The
last present was, well, a Santa hat.  Not a big one, just a tiny one with a
long string.  I looked at my wife curiously and put the hat on my head. 
"How's this?"

   "Wrong head lover!" she said with a grin.

   "Huh?"

   "I said, wrong head.  It goes on the other one."

   It took several seconds before I realized what she was saying. 
"Seriously?"

   "Completely.  Now you know the rule.  Gotta go put it on."

   "But with your sister here?" I asked a little surprised.

   "Why not?  Didn't you say this summer you wanted to take me to a nude
beach?  If you're willing to do that, what difference does it make if my
sister sees part of you?  I mean the important parts are all covered,
right?"

   I opened my mouth to protest again and then closed it.  She was right. I
had suggested we try a nude beach, even though so far she'd refused.  I got
up and walked to the bedroom, stripping off my clothes and putting the
little hat on over my dick and balls.  I tied the string around my waist
and looked down at what little was covering me.  If she really wanted me to
walk out there like this, well why the hell not?

   "Ohhhhh Now that's a Santa hat!" my wife said with a huge grin.  "Don't
you think Amanda?"

   "I have to admit it looks about like you said it would."

   "You do realize what's going to happen when he remembers that neither of
us are wearing underwear, right?" my wife asked, slowly sliding the hem of
her skirt up her thighs until she had it bunched up around her waist.  "You
do remember that, right?" my wife asked me.

   "Oh damn." I muttered as she spread her legs to let me see her
surprisingly freshly shaved pussy.  I hadn't seen her do that since my
birthday almost ten years ago.

   "Come on Mandy," my wife said to her sister, using the nickname I hadn't
heard since they were much younger.  "Everything I do, right?"

   "I don't know if I can," she answered her sister.

   "You can," my wife said, looking over at her.  As I stood there staring,
Amanda reached for the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up her thighs,
exposing the tops of her stockings, then the creamy white bare skin above
the stockings and finally pulling it all the way to her waist.  Even before
she spread her legs I could see that her mound was shaved clean, and as she
spread her legs apart I was treated to a perfect view of her entire pussy
as she sat on the edge of the sofa next to my wife.

   "Ohhhhh," Amanda said as the view of their two bare, very similar
looking pussies had the effect my wife was apparently planning.  I could
feel myself hardening and it only took a glance down to see that the tiny
Santa hat wasn't going to contain my length very long.  I looked back over
to the girls sitting on the edge of the sofa and sat down in my chair
again, my now hard cock sticking up with the small hat perched on top
covering only about half its length.

   "My turn now!" my wife said cheerfully.  "Let's do this one first," she
said picking up my special package.  She opened the package and grinned. 
"Ohhhhh, Now this is sexy.  I'll be right back.  I gotta put this on," she
said, getting up and heading toward the bedroom.  "Make sure you keep him
hard!" she called over her shoulder.

   "So, you like what you see?" Amanda asked in a clearly nervous voice.

   "I don't think...  hell I KNOW I haven't ever seen anywhere near this
much of you," I answered her.

   "Probably not.  But do you like it?"

   "It's very sexy," I answered honestly.

   She spread her legs a bit farther apart and reached down between them,
tentatively stroking her thigh, her fingers inching slowly toward her
smooth pussy lips.  As her fingers moved closer, she spread her legs even
farther apart, the tips now stroking along the right side of her full round
lips, her protruding inner lips spreading slightly as they glistened
slightly in the blinking tree lights.  "It feels smooth.  Kinda a turn on I
guess."

   "For both of us," I answered quietly.

   "Well what do you think?" my wife asked wearing the outfit I had gotten
her.  She stood in the entrance to the living room looking like she had on
nothing but a giant red ribbon.  The top of the outfit had red cups
supporting her large soft breasts, looking like parts of the bow, with a
single wide strip of red ribbon extending down over her stomach and between
her legs.  I could just see tiny red strings holding the outfit in place,
but it most certainly had the effect I'd hoped for when I ordered it
online.

   "God you're hot looking," I answered her.

   "I'm glad.  I kind of feel like a package to be opened.  Maybe later
you'll have to do the honors."

   "That was kind of the idea," I answered her as she walked back around
the sofa.

   "So let's see what else I have," she said as she sat down and picked up
the next package.  I'd gotten her a new bottle of her favorite perfume, a
few new blouses and a new pair of Beats headphones.  "Thank you lover.  I
think I'll leave unwrapping me for later.  Okay Mandy.  Your turn."

   "Um.  Okay," she said, reaching down for one of the four packages she
had on the floor next to her feet.  She opened what was obviously a
clothing box and drew up a satin blouse that looked like it would be
extremely seductive.  The second, also a flat rectangular box, was a short
black skirt, easily as short as the dress she had on, if not a little
shorter.  The next to last box was a pair of black silk stockings and a
black garter belt.

   "Looks like you have a new outfit to wear tomorrow," my wife said with a
grin.  "And look what it doesn't have, none of those industrial strength
bras or old granny panties.  I bet my husband is gonna be hard all day
watching you walk around in that."

   "This is all really nice, but I couldn't possibly wear any of this
without underwear," Amanda protested.

   "Can and will.  But you have one more package.  Just like us, it's a
special package and you have to wear only what's in it."

   Amanda picked up the last package and opened it without another word. 
She pulled out a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs, holding them up curiously.
"These aren't to wear."

   "But they are.  But just for fun, why don't you let Scott undress you.
Might be more fun that way."

   "Honey?" I asked her in surprise.

   "Oh come on lover.  You know you want to see her naked.  Besides, all
she has on is the stockings and the dress.  I had her take the bra off when
we got home."

   "You really want me to do this?"

   "I'm not threatened by having you undress her, why should you be?  Just
have a little fun with it.  It is Christmas after all."

   "If that's what you want," I said as I stood up.

   "It is, and after you're done unwrapping her you can unwrap me," she
added as she stood up and reached for her sister's hand holding the
handcuffs.  She drew Amanda up off the sofa to stand next to her, the two
waiting for me to come to them.

   I reached out tentatively, undoing the small belt around her waist, and
unwrapping the red dress.  The material unraveled around her, freeing one
bare breast while still covering the other, a single thin tie holding the
left side in place.  I pulled the string, untying the small bow, allowing
the material to separate and spread exposing her other breast.  I couldn't
help but appreciate just how good she looked.  Her stomach was smooth and
firm looking, her breasts, slightly larger than my wife's hung like large
teardrops on her chest, her dark pink areola perfectly round with a large
nipple hardening in front of my eyes.

   "All the way off," my wife whispered from where she stood next to me. 
Without answering, I reached out and pushed the dress off Amanda's
shoulders, letting it slide down her arms to pool on the ground at her
feet, leaving her in nothing but her stockings and high heels.  "Tell us.
Does she look sexy?"

   "Yeah.  She does," I answered.

   "If you weren't married to me, would you want to have sex with her?" she
asked as she reached behind me and untied the string still holding the
small Santa hat on my cock.  She pulled it off leaving me completely naked.
"Would you want to stick this big hard cock into her pussy and fuck her
until she comes?"

   "Yeah.  I would," I answered as I looked down at Amanda's body.  My wife
reached for Amanda's hand and pulled it up, guiding it toward my now
exposed cock.

   "How about you Amanda.  If he wasn't my husband would you want to feel
this sliding into you?"

   "Uh huh," Amanda answered breathlessly, looking down at my cock as her
hand slowly stroked me.

   I felt my wife grasp my hand gently and lift it toward my cock, placing
it on Amanda's hand.  I wasn't at all sure what she was driving at.  It
almost felt like she was suggesting that her sister and I have sex, but
that would have been a completely ridiculous suggestion.

   "You know, she's supposed to be wearing these," she said holding up the
pink handcuffs.  "But let's face it, handcuffs need to hold something," she
said, reaching down and snapping one side of the cuffs to Amanda's wrist. I
expected her to reach over to Amanda's other hand and cuff them together,
so you can imagine my surprise when the other end of the fluffy cuffs
snapped onto my wrist.

   "What?" I asked, pulling on the cuff and in turn pulling Amanda's hand
off my cock and up with mine.

   "A little twist to our game this year lover.  You're going to give your
sweet sister-in-law a little Christmas gift.  You two are linked.  I'm
going to go to the bedroom now.  You can come and get unlocked only after
you make each other climax.  And lover, I expect you to make it a really
good one for her," she said kissing me on the cheek.  She turned and
started to walk away.

   "Hey Eve, wait!  Are you serious?" I asked loudly.

   She paused at the entrance to the room and turned to face me, still
wearing the red ribbon outfit.  "Tell you what lover.  You don't get to
take this off of me until I hear her climaxing, so yes, I'm serious," she
said before turning and heading down the hall.  "And I'm damn horny, so
don't take too long!" she called down the hall.

   "Is she serious?" I asked Amanda, who was standing, clearly blushing
even in the dim light.

   "Faid so.  This was her idea," Amanda said quietly.

   "She really wants me to have sex with you?"

   "She said you were on board with this, that it was your Christmas
present to me," she said hesitantly.  "Aren't you?"

   "Let's just say that I'm surprised.  Not that the idea isn't
interesting, but I just wasn't ready for something like this."

   "She said you've thought I was hot for years.  Is it true?"

   "Well, you do a good job of trying to hide it, so considering what you
were wearing tonight, yeah, you're every bit as hot as she is and you KNOW
how hot I think she is."

   "She thinks that this will help me get over Alan and what he did to me."

   "Don't know if it will or won't.  That'd be up to you."

   "Well.  I guess if we want her to unlock these we should at least sound
like we're enjoying ourselves."

   "Are you suggesting we fake it?"

   "Seems like a reasonable thing to do, if you're not really into doing
it."

   I chuckled.  "You know Eve.  I wouldn't put it past her to check and see
if your pussy is full of cum before she unlocks us."

   "She wouldn't, would she?"

   "In a heartbeat," I answered before pushing her gently back to sit on
the sofa.  "Come on.  No telling how long she's been planning this, so we
might as well at least make it sound like she didn't waste her time."

   "You're seriously going to do this?"

   "You wore that red dress and took your panties off in the garage,
right?"

   "Yeah, why?"

   "Pretty obvious, either you're completely on board with her game or
you're unwilling to tell her no.  Either way, I don't think I'm going to
say no, not with you handcuffed practically naked to me.  Always been a
little curious just how much you're like her, guess this is my chance to
find out," I said as I knelt down between her legs.  With one hand
handcuffed to her I was a little limited on movement, but I did want to at
least take a taste of her clearly wet pussy.  I looped my left arm under
her right leg and lifted it onto my shoulder, wrapping my arm around her
stocking covered thigh so I could use my fingers to spread her lips.

   I lowered my face to her pussy, seeing the apprehension in her face as I
slowly licked up her wet slit the first time.  She closed her eyes and
tried to lift her pussy involuntarily toward my face as I stroked up across
her already hard clit with my tongue.  "Oh my," she breathed softly as I
stroked a second time, pushing my tongue between her lips slightly deeper.
Her pussy was wet with her tangy juices as she spread her legs wider,
inviting me to continue my oral ministrations.  "Ohhhh my, that feels
good," she moaned softly as I stroked up her slit over and over, teasing
the tip of my tongue over and around her hard clit with each stroke.  "You
keep doing that and you're going to make me climax."

   "That is the idea, isn't it?" I said, pausing my attentions to her pussy
for a moment.

   "But Alan always said it was gross when I came," she panted as I dug my
tongue into her and slid up between her wet lips again.  Her juices had
ceased to be sharp and tangy, now a much softer, sweeter flavor as she
inched closer to climax.  I lifted my handcuffed hand toward her chest,
closing my fingers around one of her hard nipples while I teased her clit
with my tongue.  "Oh fuck Scott!" she gasped, pushing her pussy toward my
face again.  "Oh God Scott!  Ohhhhhh, Oh shit!" she squealed loudly as her
legs clamped around me, one under my right arm and the other against the
side of my head.  I felt her juices flowing copiously down my chin,
dripping to the carpet below me.  "Oh my god Scott!" she squealed as I
sucked her clit between my lips, squeezing it while I squeezed and twisted
her nipple.  "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." she gasped, reaching down with
her free hand to push my head from between her legs.  "Oh god Scott," she
panted, pushing me back by the shoulder as she leaned toward me.  She
rolled me back onto my back, sliding off the sofa and onto the floor over
me, one knee on either side of me.  She leaned her face down to mine and
pressed her lips to mine in an aggressive urgent kiss.

   "I wanna feel your cock in me now," she panted as she parted her lips
from mine, her handcuffed hand pulling mine down toward her legs as she
reached between her spread legs for my shaft.  She grasped me and
unceremoniously rubbed my head around her wet pussy.  "OHHHHHHH FUCK!" she
moaned loudly as she slid down my shaft, her sopping wet pussy spreading
around my shaft.  "I wish Alan would have done what you did."

   "I didn't do much," I said softly, almost moaning the response out as
her bare ass pressed against my thighs, my cock stuffed deep in her pussy.
She began riding up and down my shaft, sliding wetly along the length of my
cock, my engorged head stroking the inside of her tunnel with each plunge
down onto me.  Her bouncing took a rhythmic rebound, her ass slapping
loudly on my thighs and her tits flying and bouncing like crazy as she
pounded herself down on me.

   "That's it baby.  Come for me," she coaxed.  "I can feel how big you've
gotten.  I wanna feel you unload in me.  I wanna feel your cum filling my
hot pussy.  Oh baby, give it all to me.  Send me to the moon again with
your cock!" she moaned as she pounded herself down on me, driving my well
teased body racing toward climax.  "Come on sweetie.  Give it to me.  Fill
me with your cum!" she cried as her own legs started to tremble against me.
"OH god!  OHHHHH fuck baby!  You're gonna make me come again!"

   I felt her tunnel start to convulse around my cock, the changing
sensations driving me over the precipice.  My body jerked and with a grunt
as I involuntarily tried to jam my cock even deeper into her bouncing
pussy. "Oh fuck," I grunted as a surge of hot cum lanced up into her.

   "YES!  OH FUCK YES!" she practically screamed as she climaxed around me,
no longer trying to ride up and down on me, but instead grinding herself
down onto my twitching and jerking cock.  She sat, trembling for long
seconds before laying on top of me, pressing her bare tits and hard nipples
into my chest.  "OH fuck Scott.  No wonder Eve thinks you're so damn good
in bed.  Jesus your cock feels so good in me.  It's been so damn long since
I've had a cock fill me up like this.  Not since...  Well, never mind who,"
she said, her face clouding over for a few moments before softening to look
down into mine again.  "Now I think we should get you hard again before we
take you back to your wife."

   "She might appreciate that."

   "Uh huh.  And it lets me stay on top of you longer," she said as she
pushed herself up to sit on me again, my shrinking cock still inside her.
She pulled my hands up to her tits, covering both of mine with hers to
squeeze her own breasts through my hands.  "Do you suppose that if I keep
wiggling on it that it'll get hard again?"

   "It might."

   "Eve says you like it when she talks dirty to you.  Tells you about
things she might do to tease you.  That it really turns you on.  How about
me?  Did it turn you on while I was pulling my dress up for you in the car?
Could you see my panties?  I was getting so turned on thinking about you
seeing my panties.  I wondered if you could see how wet they were," she
said softly as she wiggled her ass slowly on my lap, working my cock around
inside her tunnel.  "I was getting so horny sitting in the car on the way
to church.  Every time I took a breath I could feel my nipples rubbing on
the dress, I wondered if you could see how hard they were.  Then on the way
home, while Eve was teasing you, I had my fingers in my pussy.  I was
pushing one finger in and out, thinking about what it would feel like to be
fucked in the car going down the road.  Have you ever had sex going down
the road?  I bet you have.  I bet Eve has sucked on your cock while you
drove."

   "Oh damn," I groaned, thinking about her sitting in the back of the car
with her panties pulled to the side, fingering herself.  "That's almost as
hot as Eve taking her panties off in the car.  Something else she hadn't
ever done before tonight."

   "Seems like a lot of firsts tonight.  But it seems that it worked.  Your
cock is getting fucking hard again.  I can feel it growing inside me. 
Mmmmmmm it feels so good.  Remember camping last year?  We were in the same
tent.  Can I tell you a secret?  I saw you naked when you were getting
dressed one morning.  I could have crawled under the curtain and sat on you
like this.  Can you picture me bouncing on your cock in that hot tent? 
Does it turn you on knowing I saw you naked?  Would it turn you on to know
that I lay there and touched myself while I watched you.  Mmmmmm.  It does.
I can feel you getting so big in me.  In some ways I hate to, but I
promised.  So should we go get unlocked?"

   "Yeah.  Probably should," I answered, letting go of her big tits and
letting her climb up off of me.  I could see our cum tricking down her legs
as she stood bent over, waiting for me to get up off the floor.  I stood up
and we walked hand in hand down the hall to the master bedroom, my again
hard cock swinging side to side with each step.

   "God it sounded like you two were having one hell of a fuck," my wife
said as she sat on the bed still in the red bow.  "No.  I don't want any
details.  I just want to know that Mandy enjoyed it."

   "Trust me I did."

   "Good.  Now you two can get uncuffed as soon as you find the key, which
is hidden on me someplace."

   "Like there are too many places to hide a key in that outfit," I
chuckled.

   "Should make it a short job then," she answered with a smile.

   I started by feeling up her tits in the red cups and then untying the
strap around her neck holding them in place.  I pulled the cups down,
exposing her breasts and the lack of any key.  I eased the thin little
straps holding the ribbon in place down her stomach and between her legs,
letting her lift her butt off the bed so I could pull it all the way down
and then off her legs, leaving her completely naked.  I looked at her
curiously, wondering where the key was hidden, since she didn't have any
clothes left.  "I give," I said.

   "Tell you what.  Put that nice hard cock where it belongs and I might
tell you where the key is," she answered quietly.

   I looked at Amanda and let her crawl on the bed around to my wife's left
side so I could crawl between her legs.  I eased up, pulling her legs over
my thighs and inching myself closer to her on my knees until my engorged
head was brushing her already spread and very wet lips.  "Looks like
someone was busy while we were busy," I said as I rubbed my head up and
down between her soft hot lips.

   "Uh huh.  I had no idea my sister was so loud," she moaned as I pressed
my cock an inch or so into her.

   "I had no idea your husband had such a fantastic tongue or cock," Amanda
answered as I inched my knees farther forward, working my cock a little
deeper into my wife.

   "Oh god.  Yes," she moaned, pushing her feet on the bed to lift and
lower her ass from my thighs to move me in and out of her.  As she pumped
herself up and down on me, she reached out to Amanda and pulled her toward
her chest, drawing Amanda's face down toward her tits.  "Least you can do
is suck one of my nipples."

   "If you want," Amanda answered as my wife pumped her hips up and down in
front of me, working my hard cock in and out of herself.

   "Uh huh.  Oh god.  I'm already so close," she moaned as Amanda engulfed
one of her areola in her mouth.  "Oh shit.  Oh Scott.  I'm going to come."

   "Do it," I grunted, trying to rock myself in time with her strokes to
move my shaft deeper in and out of her.  Amanda tried to contain one of her
breasts with her free hand and still lean over and suck on her nipple, a
difficult task with us still cuffed together.

   "SHIT!" my wife screamed as she started to climax, her pussy convulsing
around me as her body shuddered and trembled.  "Ohhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck," she
breathed quietly as she lay there trembling around my hard dick.

   "Looked like it felt every bit as good as what he did to me," Amanda
said, sitting back up on her knees next to me.  "So?  Key?"

   "What, you don't wanna sit and watch us fuck more?"

   "To be honest, it's making me horny as hell again, so no."

   "Okay," my wife answered, reaching into the bun her long hair was pulled
back in.  She pulled the small key out and held it out to Amanda.

   "Nice.  Wouldn't have thought to look there," she answered as she undid
the handcuff from her wrist.  "Maybe sometime I'll use these again," she
said, laying the key on my wife's stomach and then sliding off the bed.

   I picked up the key and freed my wrist from the cuff, tossing it and the
cuffs onto the night stand.  I pulled myself from her pussy and then
climbed off the bed.  I didn't bother closing the door, but turned the
light in the hall and the light in the bedroom off, leaving only the
twinkling lights of the Christmas tree shining down the hall.  I crawled
into bed, gently rolling my wife onto her side facing away from me.  I
snuggled up against her, my still hard dick poking against her thighs as I
wrapped an arm around her and cupped one of her tits.  I could almost feel
her smile in the dark as she reached between her legs to tease my head
between her lips, allowing me to push into her again from behind.

   "Go for it lover.  You know how I love feeling you cum inside me."

   "Uh huh," I whispered, rocking my hips gently against her, pushing my
cock in and out a couple inches.  This was never really meant to be a hard
and fast fucking position.  This one we enjoyed more because it was snuggly
and gentle, which is exactly what I thought we both wanted right then. 
"Tell me.  Why?"

   "Why what?"

   "You've never shown any tendency toward doing anything with another
couple, or multiple partners with the two of us.  So why Amanda?"

   "She's my sister.  I thought maybe it would help her realize that she
can have more in a man than what she'd been getting.  I mean if I can get
her to date a little she should have some understanding of what good sex
is."

   "So you thought I'd just jump at the chance to have sex with your
sister?"

   "Of course not.  If anything, I expected you to refuse flat out.  Why do
you think I did the handcuffs?  But you did enjoy it, didn't you?"

   "Mostly."

   "Only mostly?"

   "Well," I answered quietly, still sliding my cock in and out of her.  "I
had to admit you two had me sufficiently warmed up with all that teasing."

   "Oh really?  You enjoyed that?"

   "I did."

   "Did you like it when I took my panties off in the car?" she whispered.

   "Uh huh," I answered, stroking a bit faster at the mental image of her
pulling her skirt up in the car and taking her underwear off.

   "What would you have done if I took my dress all the way off and was
naked?  Would you like that?  Maybe I'd just lean over and open your pants
and pull out your cock.  It'd be hard by then, wouldn't it?  Oh yeah.  I'm
sure it would.  Just like now.  My mouth sliding up and down your big fat
shaft while you held the wheel with one hand and used the other to grab at
my tits and maybe even finger my pussy.  Would you make me come in the car?
Would you finger my pussy until I creamed all over the seat of your car
while sucking her big fat cock?"

   "OH fuck!" I grunted as my cock surged, spurting a gush of cum into her
tunnel.  I felt her hand pull my hip toward hers, my arm squeezing her tit
and pulling her back into me as my body jerked and shuddered.  "Ohhhhh
fuck," I groaned softly.

   "One of these days I'm going to have to get brave enough to try that.  I
love how hard you come when you think of me naked and playing with you in
public."

   "It does get my motor running," I panted.

   "Uh huh.  Like a hopped up funny car!" she giggled.  "But I'll take it.
I love making you come."

   "You're very good at it."

   "As are you lover."

   I leaned my face to her neck and gave her a gentle kiss as the two of us
settled in to go to sleep, my softening dick still embedded in her.

   I rolled over and felt for my wife and found her side of the bed empty.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked at my watch, almost eight.  I
groaned and rolled onto my back, kicking the sheets off in preparation for
getting out of bed.  Before I could push myself up my wife stepped out of
the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her freshly showered body. 
"Morning sleepy head!" she said with a grin.

   "Morning," I answered with another yawn.

   My wife walked to her dresser and then back to the foot of the bed. 
"Had fun last night?" she asked with a smile as she opened a package.

   "It was an interesting night," I answered.

   "Good," she said as she held up a pair of black stockings.

   "Ohhhhhh real silk?"

   "Is there another kind?" she asked with a giggle, lifting one foot to
set it on the footboard.  I watched as she rolled the stockings in her hand
and then slipped her toe into the doughnut.  She slowly drew the black
stocking up her leg, encasing it in the shimmery black sexy material.  She
knew that I loved seeing her in stockings and my cock was hardening almost
as fast as the stocking was sliding up her leg.  She switched feet, picked
up the other stocking and then repeated the process, encasing her left leg
as she had her right.  By the time she was wrapping the black garter belt
around her hips my cock was sticking up toward my face bouncing slightly
with my heartbeat.  "You like?"

   "Uh huh."

   "Well, just wait," she said with a grin.  She walked to the closet and
disappeared into it for a few moments, coming back a few moments later
carrying a black sweater dress.  She stood at the foot of the bed and
pulled the dress on over her head, sliding the clingy material down over
her body until it was pulled down over her curvy figure, the hem coming
only to the middle of her thighs, barely longer than the tops of her black
stockings.

   "Damn you look hot!" I said quietly.  "Kinda dressy for Christmas
morning though, isn't it?"

   "Maybe a little.  You think the stockings are too much?"

   "Maybe a little."

   "Well, then maybe we can do something about that," she said, hiking the
hem of the skirt up to her waist, exposing her bare pussy, framed by the
black garter and stockings.  She unclipped the garter from the stockings
and pulled it off, leaving her bare between her belly and the tops of the
black silk.  "Maybe you should take these off then?" she said as she
stepped around the side of the bed, still holding the sweater dress up over
her stomach.  She stepped onto the bed and straddled me, one foot on either
side of my hips.

   She grinned down at me as I slid my hands up her right leg, feeling the
smoothness of the silk on her legs, knowing damn well how turned on I get
with her in these.  She bent over slightly and held the headboard of the
bed for balance while lifting her left foot and teasing my rock hard cock
with her stocking covered foot.  "You like that lover?  Does the feel of
silk on your cock turn you on?"

   "You know damn well it does," I groaned softly as she slid her foot
gently along the length of my shaft.

   She grinned down at me.  "I know something else that turns you on." She
cooed softly as she set her foot back on the bed and squatted slowly down
over me.  I felt her hot lips press against my shaft before she began to
slowly rock her hips, sliding her wet pussy back and forth along my shaft.
Her hot wetness caressed me from my balls all the way to my head, her
motion allowing her lips to spread and engulf my engorged mushroom head. 
"You know what I really like about this dress?"

   "What's that?" I asked as she slid back and forth on me.

   "You can slide your hands right up under it all the way to my tits."

   "You mean like this?" I asked, sliding my hands up her legs to her ass
and then up the front of her body, my wrists pushing the dress farther up
until both my hands cupped her big soft tits.

   "Uh huh.  You know.  I bet I can come just like this," she whispered,
dragging her clit along my shaft with each stroke.

   "I bet this'd help," I whispered back, letting my fingers squeeze and
pull her nipples gently as she rocked herself on me.

   "Oh yeah.  Perfect," she moaned, sliding herself along my shaft faster.
"Oh god I love how hard your cock feels against my clit."

   "Uh huh." I grunted in return, her sliding motion coaxing me closer to
my own climax.

   "Shit sweetie.  I'm gonna come!" She breathed quietly, her legs starting
to tremble a little.  "Ohhhh yeah.  OH SHIT!" she squeaked as she pressed
down hard against my shaft, her whole body trembling and shuddering.  I
held my hands on her breasts, letting my fingers gently rub back and forth
across her rock hard nipples as the shudders raced up and down her body
before slowly subsiding.  "Mmmmmm that was nice," she cooed, letting go of
the headboard and lowering herself down on me, her sweater dress covered
tits pressing against my bare chest.

   "You know what I think?" she whispered after a long erotic kiss.

   "What's that?"

   "I think I'm gonna leave my stockings on and just tease the shit out of
you alllll day."

   "Oh?"

   "Uh huh.  How would you like that?  Getting teased all day by my sexy
body?  Having me flash my pussy at you, or rubbing my pussy on your cock or
pulling your hands under my dress to my tits.  I know how that turns you
on, feeling me up under my clothes when you think no one is looking," she
whispered, rubbing her pussy on my still rock hard cock.

   "I think if you keep teasing me, you'll probably end up getting fucked
before the day is out," I answered, trying to rock my hips far enough to
let my head, being stroked by her wet lips, slip into her tunnel.

   "Not if I don't let you.  Just think how big and hard you'll be
tonight."

   "I don't know if I can last until tonight if you're gonna do that."

   "Well, we'll just have to see then," she said as she pushed herself up
off of me just as I managed to get my head to engage into the entrance to
her tunnel.  "The kids will be here soon.  You should probably shower and
dress," she said as she leaned over to pick up the garter belt and clip it
back around her hips and then to the tops of the stockings.

   "Damn you look good in stockings and no underwear."

   "Then I'll have to make sure you get lots of chances to see it and maybe
feel it," she said with a grin.  "Better wear something that I can get into
easily if you wanna feel me grinding my wet pussy on your cock!" she said
as she knelt on the bed to lean over and kiss my rock hard cock.  For a
second I thought she was going to engulf my head, but just as she closed
her lips on the tip she pushed up and away.  "One more thing," she said as
she pushed herself up from the bed.

   "Yeah?"

   "I told Mandy she could use our shower after I was done."

   "Oh.  Okay.  I'll wait until she's done then," I said, feeling a little
frustrated that I was going to have to wait longer to get showered.

   "Why?" my wife said, smiling before turning and walking out the door.

   "Why?" I asked myself as I pushed myself up out of my bed.  "No reason.
Why would I possibly wait until AFTER my sister-in-law takes her shower?"
Over the years I've seen my wife in all kinds of moods: Sexy, businesslike,
playful, horny, angry, quiet, depressed, but I don't think I've ever seen
her quite like this.  I mean I'm a guy.  I look at pretty girls going down
the street and she knows it.  As long as I don't make it obvious she
doesn't mind or complain.  But it has always been a long standing rule, no
touching, under ANY circumstances.  So last night was so out of character
for her it was a shock.  I wasn't sure what brought it about, but I had to
admit that it was a lot of fun, so I didn't dig too deep.  But to see her
like this again today, well it had me wondering.  But it also looked like I
wasn't going to get any answers any time soon.

   I headed to the bathroom and into the large walk-in shower.  I adjusted
the temperature and stood under the water for a few seconds, letting the
hot water cascade down from above me like a drenching rain.  I reached for
the soap and drizzled some of my Old Spice on the fluffy luffa.  As I
started to wash my arms with the luffa I felt a pair of arms slip around my
waist, one hand sliding up my wet skin to my chest and the other down until
her fingers were gently stroking around the base of my half hard dick.

   "Eve said that you liked having your back washed," Amanda whispered
quietly, sliding the hand that was on my chest down my arm until she could
take the luffa from me, pressing her body against me from behind, her hard
nipples pressing into my back.  Once she had the luffa, she pressed against
me to push both of us from under the spray, gently turning me to face her.
"I wanted to say thank you," she said just loud enough for me to hear over
the sound of the falling water as she began to gently rub the soapy luffa
around my chest.  She slowly worked it down to my dick, using one hand to
soap around it while the other gently grasped it and began to stroke it
slowly.  "It really did feel wonderful having a man inside me again."

   "You're welcome," I answered as quietly as she stepped closer to me,
sliding the soapy luffa down my arm until she could press it into my hand.
I grasped the luffa and allowed her to draw my hand to her chest, clearly
inviting me to soap her big soft tits.

   "You know when she said you'd be happy to treat me like a woman should
be, I wasn't sure what to think.  I mean I'm not sure I'd want my man doing
the things to another woman that you did to me last night."

   "Kinda surprised me too," I answered as I used both hands on her chest,
cupping and rubbing both big soft tits, the thumb of my free hand back and
forth across her hard nipple.

   "She tells me that you like being teased and that if I wanted to, I
could tease you any time I wanted to today.  I hope she was being serious."

   "Oh?  Do you like teasing men?" I said as I slid the luffa down and
gently soaped between her legs.

   "I don't know.  Haven't had much practice.  But I do know I love getting
my nipples teased and of course, having my pussy stroked," she said huskily
as I slid my free hand down between her legs and started to gently rub her
now soapy pussy.  "I can tell you though, that if you keep doing that I'm
not going to be able to resist putting this hard cock of yours someplace."
She breathed raggedly as my finger drew across her hard clit.  "I wonder if
she'd mind if I borrowed this again."

   "You keep doing what you're doing and I'm pretty sure that I'm gonna do
it whether she minds or not."

   "In that case, why don't we make it worth both our whiles?" she asked,
letting go of me and turning around to face away from me.  She stepped
toward the wall two steps and then bent over, reaching out for the glass
wall of the shower.  She looked over her shoulder at me, inviting me with
only a look to fill her pussy with my hard dick.

   I stepped behind her and rubbed my soapy head up and down her soapy
pussy lips, letting it spread her lips and then slowly slide into her
tunnel entrance.  "Ohhhhhhhhh," I groaned softly, still extremely turned on
from my wife's teasing.

   "Oh yeah baby.  Give me the whole thing," she moaned as I pressed into
her until her bare ass was against my body.  I started to stroke, only half
thinking about how it felt for her, my own body already on overload from my
wife's pussy teasing me only a short time ago.  "Uh huh.  Do it.  Fuck me
hard!" she moaned as I stood behind her, pumping my cock in and out of her
rapidly.  My thighs beat against her bare ass with a loud slap at the end
of each stroke, little grunts and groans slipping from me as I pounded into
her.  I could see the sides of her tits appearing and disappearing as they
swung wildly below her, my mind trying to fill in the picture of what she
must look like, bent over, being fucked from behind like this.

   "Shit.  Gonna come," I grunted as the feeling of urgency suddenly
started to spread like wildfire in my body.  If she'd have said stop I
don't think I would have been able to, my body running almost on automatic
pilot as I slid my hands from her firm round ass to her tits, capturing
both of them as I bent over her back and pounded into her.  "UHHHHHH FUCK!"
I grunted loudly as my body spasmed, jamming my cock into her and surging a
gush of cum into her.  Over and over my body bucked, jamming hard into her
quivering and spasming pussy until we both stood bent over, panting to
catch our breaths.

   "Geez.  I'm gonna be leaking that all day," she said breathlessly as she
gently pushed me back and stood upright.

   "Yeah?" I answered as breathlessly as she turned us and pulled us under
the still hot water spray.

   "Yeah.  And since I'm not wearing any panties all day, a suggestion Eve
made so I could tease you better, it could be interesting."

   "No underwear?"

   "Uh uh.  None.  No bra and no panties.  Just the dress she gave me," she
answered as she rubbed her hands around my body.  "You know.  For as old as
we are, you're not at all hard on the eyes.  My sister is pretty lucky."

   "Thanks," I answered, feeling a little embarrassed.

   "Do me a favor?"

   "Sure."

   "Don't wear any underwear today either.  I wanna be able to feel your
cock when we're alone."

   "It could be a bit obvious if I don't."

   "Well, think about it anyway," she said as she wrapped her arms around
my neck and pulled herself up against me again.  Standing on her tiptoes
she pressed her lips to mine, giving me a long hot seductive kiss.  "Just
saying thank you," she whispered before walking out of the shower.  She
grabbed a towel and disappeared from the bathroom.

   I stood under the shower for some time before the water started to get
cold.  I dried off and started to dress.  After thinking about it several
times I tossed the underwear back onto the drawer and pulled on something
that I thought might hide my hardon a little bit at least, a pair of
moderately snug sweatpants.  At least they were tight enough to keep my
cock from sticking out.  A long football jersey shirt that came down over
my crotch would complete the ability to conceal my hardon, at least most of
the way.  I walked to the kitchen and the smell of breakfast cooking.

   My wife was standing at the stove, so I walked over to her, leaning my
softened dick against her ass as I cupped both tits through the sweater
dress.  "Your sister visited me in the shower," I whispered.

   "Uh huh," she answered.

   "You knew she was going to, didn't you?"

   "Uh huh," she answered.  I could feel her smile as my cheek pressed
against hers, my fingers teasing her nipples through the material.

   "You want to know what she did?"

   "I'm pretty sure I already do," she answered as I slid my hands down to
the hem of her dress, pulling it up and sliding my hands under the
material. I slid my hands up her bare skin until I could once again reach
her nipples, cupping each soft orb.  "If she didn't, you'd be pressing a
hardon between my ass cheeks."

   "True," I answered.

   "Is she as good as me?"

   "She's different than you," I whispered before turning my head to kiss
her cheek.  "But between the two of us, I like the way you do it better."

   "You're such a liar," she said with a giggle as I teased her nipples. 
"But I like it just the same."

   "I think you just sprouted a new set of hands," I whispered as I felt my
sweatpants being pulled down, freeing my mostly soft cock to nestle between
my wife's firm ass cheeks.

   "Really?  Guess that means we're not alone anymore."

   "Would seem not."

   "Then I guess I can't tease you any longer," she said, laying down the
spatula she had been stirring the pan with and pulling my hands from under
her dress.  "We wouldn't want someone to see what we were doing, would we?"
I reluctantly let go of her and shuffled back from her, pulling my
sweatpants back up.  "Now why don't you go find Mandy and tell her
breakfast is almost ready."

   "Sure," I answered with a sigh as my wife pulled the hem of the dress
back down to cover her bare ass.  I walked to the living room and saw
Amanda standing at the front window by the blinking Christmas tree.  She
had on a frilly white blouse untucked from a very short black skirt, bare
legs and a pair of moderately tall high heels.  I walked to where she stood
looking out the front window and stepped next to her.

   "Eve said breakfast is almost ready."

   "Good," she said, turning to face me.  She reached for my hands and
pulled one to her thigh, pulling it up under the skirt and the other to the
bottom of the blouse, pulling it up until our wrists had pulled the slick
satin material up to allow my hand to cup her bare breasts.  "Like I said,
no underwear.  Any time you wanna do this, feel free," she whispered,
letting go of my hand between her legs and reaching out for the waistband
of my sweatpants.  She slipped her hand inside and found my hardening cock,
closing around it and stroking it slowly.  "You know.  I didn't get a
chance to do something I've wanted to do for years."

   "Oh?  What's that?"

   "This," she said as she moved both hands to the waistband of my sweats
and pushed them down as she squatted down in front of me, pulling her pussy
out of reach.  I looked down, still holding one of her big soft tits as she
wrapped both hands around my hard shaft and then leaned her face toward me,
engulfing the head of my cock.

   "Oh damn," I groaned as she teased my head with her tongue, sliding it
around and under as she bobbed her head slowly on and off my cock a couple
inches, her hands sliding back down to make room for her mouth.  On and off
she stroked her mouth, her wet tongue stroking under my head as her face
moved toward and away from me.

   "God you have a good cock.  Eve is such a lucky sister," Amanda said
softly as she pulled off my cock and looked up at me.

   "I agree, I am.  But breakfast is ready!" she said from the doorway.  I
was a bit nervous about what she was going to do as she walked toward us,
but to my surprise she squatted down next to her sister and leaned her face
toward my cock, still held in Amanda's hands, and closed her lips around
me. She slowly bobbed her head on and off my cock for several way too short
minutes before pulling off of it with a slurp.  "Come on you two.  Time to
eat."

   The two got up and walked away, leaving me standing with my hardon
poking out and my sweat pants around my ankles.  I shook my head, fixed my
pants and headed to the kitchen, finding both of them sitting at the table,
waiting.

   Breakfast was good, eggs, sausage and hash browns.  The view was good as
well, both of the girls standing up occasionally and flashing me parts of
their bodies.  My wife slipped her foot into my lap from across the table,
trying to work it down into my sweatpants.  I eventually pulled them down,
letting them pool around my ankles so I was sitting essentially naked from
the waist down.  She quickly took advantage, forcing my legs apart with her
foot and rubbing her silk covered foot up and down my hardon.

   "You keep that up and I'm going to have to come over there and do
something about it."

   "Promises, promises," my wife said with a giggle.

   I stood up, walked around the table, or more appropriately shuffled my
way past Amanda, who reached out to grab my hard dick, to stand behind my
wife.  I stroked both hands down her front, cupping both big tits through
the sweater dress.  I gently kneaded and squeezed her breasts, teasing her
nipples as best I could through the heavy material.  "Mandy, don't you have
something to go do?" my wife asked her sister.

   "You're right," she said with a smile, getting up from the table. 
"Don't go away."

   "The kids will be here soon.  Don't take too long!" my wife said.

   "I won't," Amanda said over her shoulder as she walked away, headed
toward the bedroom.

   "So what is it she has to do?"

   "You'll see," my wife said with a giggle.  "Now, if you wanna play with
my tits, wouldn't it be easier to pull my dress up to uncover em?"

   "It would," I agreed, sliding my hands down to the hem and pulling up,
finding that she had already slipped the dress from under her firm ass so
that it came easily up her body.  I cupped both bare breasts, holding them
up with my fingers under them and my palms pressing against her hard
nipples.

   "Much better," she cooed softly, allowing me to stand there and tease
her breasts, both of us enjoying my ministrations.

   "I can only wear this a few minutes, but Eve thought you might enjoy
it." I heard Amanda say, drawing my attention to her as she walked into the
room.  She had on almost nothing, or more to the point, an outfit that
looked like little more than two lightweight see-through strips of white
cloth extending from their pointed bikini style triangle tips covering her
nipples, down her front to her ankles.  The two strips were barely four or
five inches wide, held to her waist by a single string, and held up over
her fantastic looking tits by a set of strings reminiscent of a bikini top.
She turned a slow circle for me, allowing me to see a similar but wider
strip of cloth extending from just over her firm ass down to her ankles,
her legs protruded from the strips of cloth, bare and sexy as she stood in
a pair of white high heels.  Her shaved pussy showed through the thin
material, making her look so incredibly sexy.

   "Damn!" I answered, holding my wife's tits.

   "You like?"

   "He does.  I can feel his hardon twitching against my back," my wife
said with a soft chuckle.  "Now I know how I look in that outfit.  Pretty
damn hot."

   Amanda walked over and stepped behind me, rubbing her body against mine.
She leaned herself against my back, wrapping her arms around me to grasp my
cock, her cheek pressing against mine.  "If I could I'd wear this all day
so you could just slip the material aside and fuck me with that fantastic
cock of yours," she whispered ever so quietly.

   "Ohhhhh," I groaned softly as she squeezed my cock.

   "Seems that Mandy is a bit of a tease too," my wife said as she pushed
herself up from the chair.  She pushed the dishes aside and bent herself
over the table, her ass sticking out at me.  "Better make sure he still
knows where it belongs!"

   I looked at my wife's bare ass sticking out at me, her pussy pushing out
at me from between her slightly spread legs.  There was no doubt that I was
horny as hell, and the view of my own wife bent over the table was an
invitation I couldn't resist.  I pushed the chair aside and stepped behind
my wife, aiming my cock at her wet lips.  I pressed my head against her
soft protruding lips, spreading them and sliding into her.  I felt Amanda's
hands stroke my bare ass as I started to slide in and out of my wife, the
two of us groaning in pleasure as my cock became more lubricated and slid
more easily into her.  The table rocked and our bodies slapped loudly
together as I drove into her, our mutual climaxes building.  I have no
doubt that the two of us would have come in very short order, had the
doorbell not interrupted us.

   "Oh shit!" Amanda squeaked, running, well sort of running in the high
heels, out of the room and down the hall.  Eve pushed me back, forcing me
out of her pussy and away from her.  She pulled her dress down to cover
herself.

   "Better pull those up," she said breathlessly, brushing a lock of hair
out of her face.  "Michael and Jenny are here, and I doubt you wanna be
showing that off to them or the girls."

   "Yeah.  We don't need to do that," I agreed, bending down to pull up my
pants while my wife headed to the front door to let my son and his wife and
our two sweet granddaughters in.  I was still fixing my pants and shirt as
my wife opened the door, hearing my son greeting my wife.

   "Hey there they are!" I called as I walked out and saw Steph and Emily
running in through the door.  I squatted down and clasped them both as they
launched themselves, nearly knocking me over with their hugs.  I just about
recovered from the hugs when Amanda came back out in a blue mini-dress.  I
doubted that she had any underwear on, which would require some interesting
sitting positions to keep from flashing herself.  I could also see her tits
wiggling under the thin material, her hard nipples tracing back and forth
in the top.

   True to their word, the girls kept me teased.  Any time I left the room
one of the two made an excuse to follow me, flashing me their breasts or
pussies, sliding their hands down my pants, and on one occasion, Amanda
snuck into the bathroom with me, playing with me after I peed until I was
hard enough to slip into her for a few strokes.  By the time dinner was
done and the kids had gone home, I was so damn horny that I was about ready
to strip my wife in front of the kids and fuck her brains out.

   "Okay Mister.  You sit right down here," my wife said standing next to
the sofa while Amanda turned all the lights in the living room off except
for the tree's blinking lights.  I sat down where she pointed, in the
middle of the sofa.  "Now don't move until we come back," she admonished me
as she and Amanda walked away.

   I only had to wait a short time before they came back.  Both of them
were dressed in lingerie I'd never seen before.  My wife in what I would
call a black lace teddy with red edging.  Where the crotch material would
be were two strips of lace, leaving her pussy completely exposed.  The cups
of the top consisted only of the framework, minus the lace material that
would normally cover her big breasts, leaving them as bare as her pussy. 
Amanda wore a black bra and panty set, cupping her voluptuous breasts and
shaved pussy, her nipples peeking out a slit in each cup, held closed by
only one small bow in the middle.  Her pussy likewise was threatening to
slip completely into view if the single black bow were pulled, allowing the
material to split apart.

   My wife stepped over to me, her big tits wiggling enticingly in the open
cup outfit, and held a hand out for me.  I stood up and allowed her to
start undressing me, not that there was all that much to take off.  "You
know.  I think every man has a fantasy of having sex with two women at the
same time," she said quietly as she pulled my shirt off and tossed it
aside.

   "I didn't..." I started to protest.

   "Oh lover," she whispered as she pushed my sweatpants down, allowing
them to slide down my legs.  "I found your little stash of porn videos
years ago.  You know the ones.  A little heavy on the threesome action."
she said as she squatted down in front of me to pull my sweats off my feet,
leaving me completely naked.  She stood back up as Amanda walked over
toward us, her hands behind her back.  She reached out with an eye cover,
similar to what someone might use to sleep on an airplane, and placed it
over my eyes, the elastic band wrapping around my head.  I stood there,
unsure what to do as both women gently teased my body with their
fingertips. I felt a hand close around my dick, reasonably sure from the
position that it was my wife's hand, and then a hot mouth engulf my cock.
She sucked on my cock for several long slow draws down the length of my
shaft, clearly not working to make me come, but to tease me even harder. 
The mouth pulled off and was replaced with another.  Though it felt very
much the same, the technique with her tongue was slightly different, making
me think that Amanda was now sucking my hard dick.  They switched back and
forth for several minutes until my wife abruptly pulled off.  "I think it's
time to lay down." She coaxed, pulling me gently to the carpet.

   I lay down on my back, wondering what was coming next, and hoping that
one of the two would ride my overly excited cock.  I felt movement over me
and then felt a bare pussy press to my face.  I reached out with my tongue
and stroked along a very wet and excited pussy, my hands finding her bare
thighs and sliding up to her body as I teased between her lips.  I let my
hands explore up her body until I felt the black cups of the bra, finding
the tiny bows and pulling them to allow my fingers to tease Amanda's hard
nipples.  "Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned softly as I teased my tongue across her
excited clit.  She let me pick the pace and lick up and down her wet slit,
my attention briefly diverted as a hand closed around my hard cock.

   "Ohhhhhhhhh," I heard my wife moan as she pressed my engorged head
between her lips and slid down my shaft, settling her bare ass against my
thighs.  Up and down she started to ride, rocking her hips to and fro with
each stroke so that her clit would drag along my hard shaft.  Little grunts
and moans slipped from her as she bounced faster on me, clearly excited and
working her climax toward a quick completion.  Up and down she bounced,
driving me along with her as she forced my shaft quickly in and out of her
pussy.

   I groaned into Amanda's pussy as my wife began to climax on my shaft, my
own climax inching ever closer.  Her legs shuddered against my sides as she
bounced wildly on my cock, her bare ass slapping rhythmically on my thighs.
I felt her tunnel begin to quiver as she kept bouncing, her gasps and moans
getting louder as her climax grew.

   I finally couldn't hold back any longer.  My body bucked up into her,
surging a massive gush of cum up into her pussy.  I felt my wife slam
herself down and utter a breathless "Fuck yes" as my cock spurted shot
after shot into her wet depths as she sat on me, quivering and trembling.

   There are some things in this world that really, really, really turn me
on.  One is having a wet pussy to eat out and the other is big soft tits to
play with.  Even though my wife had just taken care of my cock, I turned my
attention back to Amanda's pussy on my face.  I felt her hands move mine
from her tits and then draw them back again, the top of her outfit now
discarded so that my hands had full access to her tits.  I concentrated on
her clit, making her squirm and grind against my face, clearly teasing her
toward a climax.

   Over the years my wife had sucked on my cock, but not frequently. 
Usually it was just a short teasing suck like earlier in the day, what I
would call a prelude to the main event.  She didn't exactly like the taste
of cum, and on the one occasion she sucked me until I came in her mouth,
made sure I realized that it was a special favor that she didn't really
enjoy.  So you can imagine my surprise when she pulled off my half hard
cock, covered with my own cum and hers as well, and began to lick and suck
it.  I groaned into Amanda's pussy as my shrinking cock was suddenly being
teased toward hardness again.  Even though she had allowed me to have sex
with Amanda last night and again this morning, she had made it clear that
she didn't want to watch, or have any details.  So you can imagine my
surprise when Amanda slipped off my face and pushed down my body, my own
wife holding my mostly hard cock up for Amanda to sit on.

   My head spread her lips and pushed easily into her already excited
pussy, sliding fully into her as she settled herself on my thighs.  I slid
my hands up her body again, cupping her big tits, only to have my hands
pushed away and pushed down to her thighs.  I felt her lean forward and
begin rocking on my cock, her actions sliding herself forward and back on
my shaft, her rock hard nipples stroking my chest as her big soft tits
swung back and forth in time with her actions.  Not a word was said as
Amanda rocked herself on and off of my cock, little grunts and moans the
only sounds coming from her.

   In and out my cock went, my right hand pulled off Amanda's thigh and
pushed encouragingly between my wife's legs.  As Amanda rode on and off my
shaft I teased my fingers up into my wife's incredibly wet pussy, fingering
deep into her and then sliding them along her slit to tease her clit.  We
kept this going, Amanda riding my cock and my wife being fingered for, well
I don't know how long, before my wife pulled my hand from between her legs.
I felt and heard her get up, and move around me, Amanda pushing herself
back upright.  I felt a pussy press on my face, my wife settling onto me
and surprisingly facing Amanda.  My hands were pulled up to Amanda's tits
as she rocked herself on my cock, grinding her clit against me as my hands
were trapped between two soft sets of tits.  My mind could only picture the
sight of my wife and Amanda facing each other, my wife riding my face and
Amanda grinding herself on me as the two hugged.  The sounds that filtered
down started soft and sporadic, then more aggressive and intense, the sound
of a very wet erotic kiss punctuated with moans and groans of pleasure.

   I concentrated on teasing my wife's clit, trying to drive her excitement
higher as my brain, filled with the images of my wife and her sister making
out on top of me, drove my own excitement higher.  I felt Amanda climax on
my cock as she ground herself into the base of my shaft, her legs quivering
and her tunnel spasming around my shaft.  Her long moan and gasp sounded
almost familiar.  My wife pulled off of my cum covered face and reached
down to pull the blinders off.  It took several seconds before I realized
that the pussy on my face, the one that I had so eagerly climaxed into
first, was not my wife, but her sister.

   My wife sat on me, grinning down at me wearing the bottom half of the
outfit that Amanda had been wearing originally.  She looked over at Amanda
, who stepped over and helped my wife up.  The two walked wordlessly around
the sofa and bent over the back, facing the tree and where I was laying,
their butts pushed up into the air by the sofa back.  "You going to lay
there all night or come finish what we started?"

   "You want me to come and...?"

   "Uh huh.  Pump us both until you come again.  I know how long you can go
the second time, so you should still have plenty left to make Amanda come
again, not to mention give me a bit more," she said with a smile.

   "Shit," I grunted, pushing myself up from the floor.  I walked around
the sofa and stared at the two asses and pussies pushing out at me,
surprised at how similar they were.  So similar that my wife had engineered
to change places with Amanda and I hadn't even noticed.  I lined my cock up
with Amanda's wet pussy, and pushed deep into her, drawing an appreciative
moan from her.

   "Oh fuck yes.  He gets so deep this way!" Amanda moaned to my wife.

   "He does, doesn't he?" she answered her sister.  "You better keep mine
warmed up though," she added to me, looking back over her shoulder.  I
looked up toward the tree and realized that the living room curtains were
still open, the darkness outside making the glass more like a mirror than a
window.  I could see our reflection, Amanda's tits swinging wildly as I
stroked quickly in and out of her pussy.  In and out I drove, slapping my
thighs against her bare ass for several minutes, my fingers teasing my
wife's pussy next to her.  I pulled out and switched, driving quickly into
my wife, getting a grunt of surprise followed by a long moan of pleasure as
I started stroking in and out of her.  My wife's tits were almost as big as
Amanda's, and in the reflection of the two sets I could see that my wife's
were slightly firmer, hanging down only a little less than Amanda's, but no
less exciting a view.  I pounded into my wife, her body quickly responding
and renewing the excitement that had been building while she was riding my
cock.  If she climaxed, it was a small one then, but I could tell that what
was coming was much bigger.

   I watched in the window as Amanda leaned over toward my wife, reaching
under her chest to cup one of my wife's wildly swinging tits, her face
leaning toward my wife's until the two were kissing aggressively.  "Oh
fuck! Gonna come!" my wife cried, breaking the kiss.  I could feel her
pussy start to clench on me as the shudders raced up her legs and arms,
finally bringing her whole body to shake in a massive orgasm that I'd only
seen a few times since we were married.  Her pussy gushed juices out around
my cock, drenching me until her cum was running down my legs like water. 
She lay over the back of the sofa, trembling and shaking, gasping for
breath as she climaxed around my still sliding cock.  "Okay.  Stop." she
panted, reaching behind her to push me away.  "You have another pussy to
fuck yet."

   "Definitely!" Amanda answered as I pulled out of my wife and stepped
over to her.  I pushed my woman cum covered dick into Amanda and started
stroking into her, driving deep into her with each stroke until my thighs
slapped against her bare ass.  My wife pushed up off of the sofa and
reached over, undoing the two straps that held the outfit on Amanda,
coaxing the material off her body and down her legs without me having to
stop fucking her.  The three of us now were completely naked as my wife
stepped around the sofa and lay down on it.  I saw her lift her head and
grasp one of Amanda's swinging tits and guide it toward her mouth, sucking
Amanda's nipple deeply, and drawing a loud moan of pleasure from her.  "Oh
fuck.  Ohhhhh my god yes," Amanda moaned as I pounded into her.  I saw in
the reflection that my wife had wormed one hand up between the sofa and
Amanda's body, working to where she could rub Amanda's clit while I pounded
her from behind.

   "OH FUCK!  FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Amanda cried as my wife found the sweet
spot she had been aiming for.  "OHMYGOD!  I'M COOOOOOOMMMMINNNNNNG!" she
screamed into the room as her whole body dissolved into shudders and
trembles.  I could feel her pussy clenching and tightening around me as I
pumped in and out of her.

   "Oh god," I groaned, looking down at my wife, no longer holding Amanda's
swinging tit, but still trying to capture her nipple with her mouth as her
hand stroked her own pussy, her legs spread wide, one foot on the floor and
the other hooked over the back of the sofa.  The sight of the two women was
more than I could take and that familiar sensation washed across me.  My
body jerked hard, driving into Amanda as my cock pumped a gush of hot cum
into her again, for the second time that night.  I stood there, my body
jerking and spasming as I emptied a good half dozen shots into her pussy.

   My wife pushed herself up from the sofa and stepped around behind it to
stand beside me.  She stroked her fingers up and down my chest and gently
kissed my cheek.  "Amanda says I'm a lucky woman.  That my husband is one
hell of a hot, sexy stud.  I'm inclined to agree," she whispered as she
eased me back to pull from Amanda's pussy.  "I have to say that you looked
pretty fucking hot pounding into me, even though it wasn't me.  Not too
many women get the chance to see what they look like getting fucked by
their man."

   "And not too many sisters have a sister like you Eve.  I never in a
thousand years would have had the chance to experience the kind of sex
you've been telling me about all these years if it wasn't for this.  Thank
you, to both of you," Amanda said, stepping against the two of us unto a
three way hug, two sets of soft tits pressing against my chest.

   "Night's not over yet," my wife said.  "This was your Christmas present
from me," she said to me.  "A fantasy most men have but can never enjoy.  I
want you to enjoy this.  You have the two of us until morning.  Now that
you've unwrapped your present, feel free to play with it, us, any way you
want," she whispered, giving me a kiss.

   Amanda waited for my wife to finish kissing me and then turned my face
to hers.  "Merry Christmas Scott.  And I hope many more to come," she said
softly before pressing her lips to mine.  "Now.  Where should we go next?"

   "I think the bedroom.  I'm guessing that things might be a bit more
comfortable, there.  Besides, we don't want to leave too many cum stains on
the sofa with the girls coming tomorrow," my wife said with a grin.  "We do
have until about ten tomorrow morning, don't we lover?" she asked me.

   "Uh huh," I agreed as my wife pulled me toward the doorway on the way to
the bedroom.  I wondered how many three-way fantasies I could manage to
squeeze in between now and tomorrow morning.  Not that I had to, the one
that had already been fulfilled was more than enough for one Christmas!

   "You know lover.  I was thinking, maybe Amanda would want to come on
vacation with us this summer?  Might be fun to have some company when we go
up north camping, right?" my wife said as she led us down the hallway,
leaving me in stunned silence at the implication.
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