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My name is Elizabeth. As you may remember from my journal which is entitled, 'Elizabeth's story', I am an electrical engineering student at UCLA.

That is where I met the love of my life, Robert. I fell deeply in love with Robert during my freshman year. I knew early on that Robert was the man with whom I wanted to spend my life.

But I had a problem, a complication of sorts. I had a deep, dark secret that had the potential of destroying our relationship.

I remember the night Robert proposed to me in vivid detail.

After months of agonizing over how and when to tell Robert about my illicit and inappropriate relationship with my stepbrother, I was forced to confess my sin after Robert proposed. I could not procrastinate any longer. I simply was not prepared to marry the man without telling him about my grave sin.

Finally, I revealed the sordid details. Robert already knew that my stepfather, a career military man, was killed by a roadside bomb while on duty in Afghanistan shortly before my seventeenth birthday.

Nervously, I told Robert how in our collective grief, my stepbrother, Gary, and I leaned on each other more than we should have. I confessed that our 'closeness' during this difficult time of mourning slowly crossed several lines. I confessed that I had witnessed Gary masturbating. I further revealed that at Gary's urging, I stroked him to orgasm, and allowed him to touch me. I confessed that ultimately I allowed my stepbrother to take my virginity.

I cried softly as I revealed my sordid past to my fiancé. Robert held me and reassured me as I talked.

I told Robert that I had only been intimae with two men, Robert and Gary. I made it clear that the only two men with whom I had been intimate were two men that I would always love, deeply.

I sat there terrified, paralyzed in the fear that Robert would be horrified at my revelation and end our relationship and our engagement.

I was elated to learn that Robert found the sordid details titillating rather than appalling. He did not see me as a pariah, as I feared he might. However, he had his own confession to reveal. Robert confessed a similar intimate and inappropriate relationship with his stepmother.

Initially, I was taken aback. I was shocked to learn that Robert and his stepmother had shared such intimacies. But I quickly realized that it was only his relationship with his stepmother that gave him the context that allowed Robert to understand that my relationship with Gary was something beautiful and something to be cherished.

I slowly came to understand that to Robert, his relationship with his stepmother was as beautiful as my relationship with Gary was to me.

I remember Robert saying, "Elizabeth, I love you enough to love and accept anyone you truly love. If you tell me that what you and your stepbrother shared was beautiful to you, and you cherish those memories, then it is beautiful to me."

I did not know quite how to respond. He was right. And if I loved him as much as I claimed, then I needed to see his intimate relationship with his stepmother in the same light; as something beautiful and something to be cherished. After all, that relationship was a part of Robert, and it helped make him the man I loved.

I spent that night in Robert's arms, thanking God above for sending this man into my life. I was convinced, there was no one else on this planet who was better suited to be my life's partner. There was no one else who would understand me so well, and accept me for who I was. 

The next day, I called Uncle Ralph to tell him about my engagement. He was thrilled for me. Uncle Ralph had assumed the 'father figure' role in my life since dad's death in Afghanistan in 2012. As dad's older brother, I told him that I wanted him to 'give me away' at the wedding. He was flattered. He insisted upon hosting an engagement party in my honor. He wanted an opportunity to meet Robert's family.

The engagement party was set for a little more than a month later, on the Saturday before Thanksgiving. Uncle Ralph would host it at his country club in Palo Alto. Mom and Gary would attend, as would Robert's stepmother and his father. It would be the first time I would meet Robert's father.

Robert and I drove from L.A, to Santa Clara, checked in to a modest but reasonably priced Holiday Inn Express and we rested until it was time to pick up Robert's stepmother at the airport. Cindy was flying in from New York for the engagement party. Her flight was scheduled to arrive after midnight.

Robert and I were standing at the San Jose airport baggage claim when I saw his face light up.

"Mom! Over here," he shouted.

I recognized Cindy from my brief visit to New York last Christmas. She was a very attractive woman. Her perky breasts and small frame, combined with a short, sassy hairdo, and her large green eyes, gave her a youthful, 'cheerleader-like' appearance that made her look considerably younger than her forty two years.

She wore a pleated navy skirt with matching pumps with three inch heels. I could see that her nipples were erect and clearly evident through her bra under her tan colored blouse. She was carrying her jacket over her arm as she approached.

She had a cute, petite, sexy appearance that I envied. I hoped I looked as good as she did when I was her age. I could see why Robert was so taken by this woman; hell, I was a bit taken with her myself.

I fought a slight twinge of jealousy as I watched my fiancé's face light up when he saw her. 

Although I know by any objective standard that I am a very attractive woman, I have always been a bit uncomfortable with my appearance. I had a tall, slender figure that was more athletic in appearance than sexy. I stand five foot, ten inches tall, with smallish, 34B cup breasts. My long legs and firm butt give me a model's appearance.

I had a pretty, cute face with long blonde hair, large green eyes and an engaging smile. Yes, objectively speaking, I was pretty.

Nonetheless, Cindy had the cute, petite 'cheerleader' frame, with perky breasts and round bubble butt that I always envied growing up. She was the type that the boys in high school chased rather than pursue my tall, slender, athletic figure.

Robert picked her up as he hugged her, spinning her small frame around. The affection between the two was obvious and real. I thought to myself, 'He really does love her. I could never ask Robert to give her up'.

Once he put her down, she immediately hugged me warmly and said, "Elizabeth, congratulations. I could not be more happy for the two of you."

I sensed she really meant it. Her blessings and affections felt genuine. I could not help but like this woman. I realized that what Robert said to me about my stepbrother was absolutely true about his mom as well. If I truly loved Robert, I needed to love the people he loved. And he dearly loved this woman.

We dropped Cindy off at the Santa Clara Marriott a little before two o'clock in the morning. The plan was for her to call me in the morning to arrange a late lunch after she caught up on her sleep.

Friday afternoon

Cindy and I met for lunch at one o'clock on Friday. This was our opportunity to get to know each other a little better. We ordered cocktails. Cindy ordered a glass of merlot, I ordered a cranberry juice and vodka cocktail.

Cindy reached over and took my hand and said, "Elizabeth, I want you to know, I am very pleased to have you as my 'to be' daughter-in-law. I think you are a lovely young woman."

"Thank you. I truly appreciate the compliment. I want you to know that I respect and admire you as well. Based on some things Robert has shared with me, you and I share more in common than you might expect."

Cindy seemed to be both intrigued and concerned. After a brief paused, she said, "Interesting. Tell me more?"

"I know you and Robert have a special relationship. I am glad you are close. I am not threatened by it," I stated casually. 

I saw a bright crimson flushed across her face and shoulders. I had not meant to do so, but clearly I had embarrassed her by revealing that I knew her secret. I could see her struggling with what to say, but she decided to remain cautious and remained silent for several seconds.

"I did not mean to embarrass you. On the contrary, I want you to know that I am pleased that you two are so close," I added, trying to relieve her anxiety and embarrassment.

I could see she was trying to determine exactly what I knew. After a pause, she finally spoke.

"Robert is very special to me. He always has been. I just want him to be happy," she admitted honestly. It was a candid, but innocent sounding answer that did not admit to anything improper.

I smiled and offered, "I want that too. I just want you to know that I am okay with the two of you remaining close." I took a sip of my cranberry and vodka cocktail and continued, "I have a bit of a confession as well. You and I have more in common that you might imagine."

Cindy raised her eyebrows as if to invite me to continue, but said nothing. 

I placed my hand on top of hers and confided, "After our dad was killed in Afghanistan, my stepbrother and I became 'close' too. We were both emotional wrecks and we leaned on each other, perhaps more than we should have. What I am saying is that I understand how these things can happen. I understand how people might cling to each other when they are emotionally vulnerable in ways that society might frown upon."

She sat there speechless. I could see she was struggling to find anything to say. She finally uttered, "Thank you for being so understanding."

I then added, "Robert knows that Gary and I remain close. He accepts the fact that my stepbrother and I will always share an intimacy and closeness. I have told him that I understand his need to remain close to you. What I am saying is, you do not have to end your closeness because of me. I like knowing that you two continue to share this bond."

She was clearly uncomfortable that Robert had shared their secret; but I sensed that she was also relieved that I was not appalled by the details of their relationship. But most of all, she seemed intrigued by my willingness to allow it to continue.

After a moment of silence, she asked, "Does Robert know you are okay with this?"

"Yes, I told him I was meeting you for lunch. In fact, while you are here, I will make him available to you. I really do understand how you feel about him."

"I don't quite know what to say. Thank you, I guess. To be honest, I assumed once you two became a couple, that this chapter of my life was over. I had accepted that fact. Elizabeth, I want you to know that I am not proud that I ever allowed my relationship with Robert to become... well... intimate. It never should have happened."

I interrupted her, "Cindy, I understand better than you how something innocent can slide into something more. Some day I may share with you how Gary and I accidentally ended up being closer than we should have been. But I know that I needed him and he needed me at the time. I know that Robert and you needed each other too. I don't want to take that away from him. You are the only woman I will ever share him with. He will come see you tonight. Okay?"

Squeezing my hand, she simply said, "Thank you."

During our extended lunch, Cindy also confided to me that she was feeling quite anxious and nervous about the engagement party planned for Saturday night at the country club. She indicated that she was dreading seeing her ex-husband at the engagement party and meeting his new, much younger, trophy wife. She lamented that she would not even have a date for the evening.

I contemplated how I could possibly alleviate some of her discomfort at Saturday's party. Perhaps my stepbrother, Gary could help?

 Friday evening

Friday evening we had a casual dinner at Uncle Ralph's home. It was a great opportunity for the two families to get to know each other prior to the more formal dinner on Saturday. Robert's father did not attend the Friday night dinner, so Cindy was relaxed and seemed to enjoy herself.

When Robert and I drove Cindy back to her hotel that evening after dinner at my uncle's house, I insisted that Robert stay with his stepmother. It was a gift that I wanted to give to both Robert and Cindy. Besides, I needed to spend some 'quality time' with my stepbrother and reassure him that my engagement did not have to mean he was losing me from his life.

After dropping Cindy and Robert off at the Marriott, I picked up Gary and took him to my hotel, Gary and I enjoyed a wonderful evening, during which made love many times. It was emotionally and physically satisfying evening for both of us.

Saturday night

The night of the engagement party came off without a hitch. I had arranged for Gary to be extra attentive to Cindy during the party to give her ex-husband something to think about. Gary pulled it off like a pro, and actually spent the night with Cindy. It was yet another 'gift' I was pleased to give to this woman.

I really did feel a unique and special emotional connection to Robert's stepmother. I enjoyed pleasing her and making her feel loved and accepted. I cannot fully explain why this was so important to me, but it was.

Robert and I made love and got a decent night's sleep. I think he and I were both feeling a bit sleep deprived from our evening of debauchery; Robert with his with his stepmother, me with my stepbrother, the previous day.

We needed a night off and some extra sleep.

Sunday brunch

Robert and I woke Sunday morning, well rested and feeling good.

We met Cindy and Gary for brunch at eleven thirty on Sunday morning. We chatted over Bloody Mary's and mimosas.

Cindy thanked me profusely for make her last two nights so memorable, first with Robert, and then with Gary. I was honestly glad to do it. I really liked this lady. And I will confess, I was strangely attracted to her.

I suggested that the four of us, (Robert, Gary, Cindy and me), go on a double date Sunday evening. We agreed to go out as a foursome without actually discussing who would be whose date.

Sunday evening - I get to know Cindy much better

We dined at Tarragon's, a very upscale restaurant in Palo Alto. We flirted. joked, and drank over dinner. Cindy insisted on picking up the check since she was the only one gainfully employed.

We then went dancing at Opal's. Cindy and I danced with both Robert and Gary. The alcohol consumption had lowered our inhibitions and there was considerable kissing and touching on the dance floor as well as under our table.

Cindy and I were teasing and flirting with both of the guys. We seemed to truly connect with each other as well. I cannot explain why the connection with Robert's stepmother felt so real and so natural, but Cindy and I simply seemed to connect.

The music was too loud and I was having trouble hearing. I was actually getting a headache. I suggested that we take our little party back to Cindy's hotel and test the hot tub and spa. 

Cindy explained that she did not bring her swim suit. I responded by telling her that neither did I.

I suggested that she and I could enjoy the hot tub wearing just our bra and panties. The guys could wear their boxers.

"We can't walk through the hotel wearing just a wet pair of panties and a bra," she protested.

"We can wrap ourselves in towels. It'll be fun," I assured her.

I could see her blush at the very prospect of what I was proposing. She was so cute. She wanted to be naughty, but she was so shy. I wanted to hug her right then.

"I guess that would work,. Actually, I have two nice, plush Marriott robes in my room for you and me. The hotel provides them with the suite. The guys can make do with the towels," she offered nervously.

I squeezed her hands and said, "I like the way you think, Cindy. Does your room have one king, or two double beds?"

 I was caressing her hands as we spoke. I was flirting with her shamelessly. I felt a unique attraction to this woman. There was something about her demeanor that prevented me from thinking of her as a forty year old woman. She looked and acted much younger and more vibrant. And her shyness was terribly appealing.

"I have two doubles, a couch and a little sitting area in my junior suite," she replied.

"Great. after the hot tub, if we've had too much wine, we can all crash in your room, if that would be okay?"

With a noticeable quiver in her voice, she answered, "I suppose we could do that... all crash in my room tonight."

She started to ask me about the sleeping arrangements, but changed her mind. Her nervousness was precious.

 We arrived back at the hotel a few minutes before eleven o'clock. Robert handed the car keys to the valet attendant. 

I grabbed a bag with two bottles of wine, some plastic cups and a wine opener. Robert led us through the lobby to the elevator banks. We rode the elevator to Cindy's suite. 

 Cindy's hands were shaking slightly as she fumbled to retrieve the electronic card key from her purse. I can only guess that crossing the threshold with her stepson, his fiancé and my stepbrother felt wicked and dangerous to her, despite the fact that she had already slept with both these young men.

Once inside her room, I took the two bottles of wine out and set them on the coffee table that was in front of the small, two person couch in the sitting area. I also took the plastic cups and wine opener out. 

Cindy looked surprised when I removed a tube of warming massage oil from the bag and set it on the nightstand between the two double beds. I smiled at her and simply said, "This is for later. We can have the guys give us a massage after the hot tub."

I found her nervousness absolutely adorable.

 I opened one bottle of wine and poured two large large plastic glasses of wine. I handed one to Cindy. 

 We were both already feeling a bit light headed from the alcohol we consumed over dinner and at the dance club. But if I was going to get Cindy to relax and abandon all inhibitions, one or two more glasses of wine might help. 

I offered the guys some wine, but Gary indicated that he was going to head to the lounge and grab a couple of beers for Robert and him. Robert offered to accompany Gary, leaving Cindy and me alone to prepare for our hot tub adventure.

"Where are those robes?" I asked as I unzipped my dress and stepped out of it as Cindy stared admiringly. My bra and panty were a light beige or 'off-white' and very shear. I glanced in the mirror to see that the darkness of my areolas was plainly visible through the thin, diaphanous material.

My reflection also showed that the crotch of my panties was sufficiently transparent to determine that I shave my vulva. 

Cindy handed me the robe which had not been worn yet and was still hanging in the closet. I placed the robe on the bed, and remained somewhat exposed in my shear bra and panty set. I liked the admiring look in Cindy's eyes and I did not want it to end.

I kicked off my shoes, and wearing only my bra and panties, I walked over to the closet to hang up my dress.

"I don't want to look like I slept in this dress tomorrow," I said casually. 

"Let's get you ready for the hot tub, Cindy," I said as I took the plastic cup of wine from her hand and set it on the dresser. I turned her toward the mirror and standing behind her reached up and unzipped her dress. 

Cindy stood there, motionless, allowing me to slowly remove her dress. I detected a slight nervous tremor under my touch. 

 I lowered her cocktail dress off her shoulders and she stepped out of it. Without saying a word, I left her standing there in her black bra and panties as I hung up her dress, next to mine in the closet.

 Cindy stepped out of her high heel pumps, and then stood motionless, staring at her reflection in the mirror, not quite sure what to do next. 

"You really are quite lovely in your black bra and panties. You are absolutely stunningly beautiful," I said as I walked back and stood behind her.

Without looking at me, she softly mumbled, "Thank you."

She was obviously nervous, but I sensed she was also feeling wickedly naughty as well.

 At five foot ten inches in height, I was a full six inches taller than her. Cindy has the cute, petite frame of a cheerleader. As I mentioned earlier, it was the body type I coveted while growing up. She had the small, perky breasts, and round 'bubble butt' that the boys all chased. Her stomach was flat and firm. She was very attractive.

I rubbed her shoulders from behind as we both stared at the sexy image reflected back at us. Very slowly, making sure I did not 'spook' her by moving too quickly, I ran my hands over her shoulders, barely touching her breasts. My palms gently grazed over her erect nipples brushing against them. 

She started shivering ever so slightly at my touch.

"Are you okay? You're shaking," I asked.

"I'm just a little nervous, I guess. This is uncharted territory for me," she confessed candidly.

With the palms of my hands barely touching her erect nipples through the thin material of her bra, I asked, "Should I stop?"

I truly did not want her to do anything she might regret later. After all, she was going to be my mother-in-law in a few months.

She shook her head and softly answered, "No, I am enjoying your touch. I'm just a little scared."

I teased both of her nipples between my forefinger and thumb through the shear black material of her bra and reassured her, "You don't have to be scared of anything. I won't push you into anything you don't want to do. We can go as slowly as you need. I promise."

 She closed her eyes, laid he head back on my shoulder and quietly moaned as she savored my touch. 

 I ran her hands lower, stroking he abdomen and said, "Oh my, you have a beautiful body. Your tummy is so flat, and your breasts are still so firm and perky. God I hope I can look this good when I'm your age."

Cindy moaned and stammered, "Thank you."

I was slowly moving my hands over her breasts, down her abdomen and placing the very tips of my fingers into the waistband of her bikini panties, teasing her sensitive skin with my touch.

 She would moan and quiver each time I traced my finger tips across her very erect nipples. I was becoming very aroused myself. I could feel my vagina to begin to 'open up'. I was leaking into the gusset of my panties. I became very aware of my pulse in my erect and swollen clitoris.

Cindy allowed me to gently caress her for several minutes, cooing and moaning softly. The caresses were more sensual than sexual, but there was no question that she was enjoying my touch. She did not make any attempt to touch me intimately. However, she did reach behind herself and grasp my thighs in her hand and squeeze them as I continued to caress her.

Suddenly, we were interrupted. The door clicked and Cindy jerked forward, breaking our contact. She seemed startled by Robert's and Gary's return. I could see her face, neck and shoulders turn a bright crimson from embarrassment. She reminded me of a little girl who had been caught being very naughty.

The guys returned each carrying three beers that they decided to purchased from the commissary in the lobby rather than pay the exorbitant prices in the bar. 

I casually stepped away from Cindy as the door opened. The guys did not see me touching Cindy.

Both Robert and Gary made it clear that finding Cindy and me stripped down to our underwear was an unexpected, but very pleasant surprise. 

Robert exclaimed, "Well hello, ladies. You two are looking good."

Cindy and I put on the hotel robes. Gary and Robert striped down to their boxers and t-shirts. The guys wrapped a towel around their waists. I topped off both of our plastic cups with the wine, emptying the bottle. Both Robert and Gary emptied a beer into a large solo cup.

We had our drinks, our towels and robes; and we headed out to the spa.

The athletic club and spa were on the third floor. We found the place dark and deserted. The sign on the athletic club indicated the hours were 7:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m. It was now well after eleven o'clock. The facility was closed and the lights were out.

Cindy appeared ready to abandon our quest for the hot tub since the spa was closed. I was a bit more persistent.

"See if your card key will open the door," I instructed. 

To all of our surprise, Cindy's room key did unlock the door to the spa and athletic club. Apparently, although the pool and spa were supposed to be closed, they did not disarm the lock after ten o'clock

I exclaimed, "Disco! Victory!" as the door opened.

Robert led the way to the hot tub, which was on the opposite side of the pool. He found the controls and soon had the heater and jets working.

It was dark, but the illumination from the exit signs gave us enough light to find our way. We were like high school students sneaking into the locker room when the school was closed. The risk of getting caught while sneaking into the spa after hours added to the naughtiness and excitement of what we were doing.

Both of the guys dropped their towels and climbed into the warm, effervescent waters of the spa. I tossed my robe on a chair by the hot tub. I turned to Cindy and untied the rope holding her robe closed and removed it. After placing her robe next to mine, I took her hand and led her to the spa. 

Cindy was clearly the most submissive one among the four of us. She was allowing me to lead me wherever I chose. I recognized that I needed to go slow and not scare her off.

In the soft glow of the exit sign, I saw my sheer bra and her panties literally disappear as they became wet. Truthfully, I would not have been more exposed if I was naked. The thin, diaphanous material of my underwear seemed to simply evaporate once it was wet.

Cindy's black bra and panties were quite revealing, but did afford a little bit more modesty than my beige underwear in the warm, swirling waters.

Cindy looked at me with complete lust and admiration, "God, you are a sexy sight." 

I smiled and said, "Thank you. You look very sexy yourself. God, I hope I can look half as good as you when I am forty."

"Elizabeth, you are so tall and statuesque. I always wanted to be tall and slender like you. I would kill to have those long beautiful legs of yours," Cindy complimented me.

Now my head was spinning a bit from the praise.

I giggled and replied, "That is so funny. I always wanted to have a cute, petite, cheerleader figure like you have. I guess it's just human nature to not fully appreciate what you have and to think someone else has it better than you, huh?"

We continued complimenting each other for several seconds before being interrupted by Gary. "Girls, girls, girls, you are both pretty."

We both laughed at Gary's sarcastic remark mocking Cindy and my game of 'you're prettier, no you are'.

Nonetheless, Cindy clearly liked hearing the compliments. My desire for her was increasing by the second. There was something about her shyness, her innocent reluctance, her sensual nervousness, that I was suddenly finding irresistible.

She was physically attractive, no question about it. But her appeal was more than that. I had only been intimate with two men in my entire life, Gary and Robert; and both had also been inside her and me. Both had driven her and me to orgasm. 

There was something endearing knowing that she and I both shared intimacies with the two men that I loved. That made is 'sisters of the soul', so to speak.

But even more than that, I had never been with a woman before, and I felt strangely attracted to this forty two year old, who just happened to be my fiancé's stepmom. She was cute, perky, shy and, in a strange way, a little bit innocent.

Oh I know, it sounds bizarre to call someone who slept with their stepson 'innocent'; but she actually was. Cindy seemed to be reluctant to be naughty, but she was simply unable to actually stop herself from being just a little bit wicked. She seemed unable to stop her own seduction.

Robert had told me how it was he who seduced her; she relented very reluctantly, and only after great pressure from him. Robert had explained how she had tried to resist his temptation, but was simply unable to say 'no' to him. I was sensing the same thing with how she was responding slowly and reluctantly to my advances. And that made her seduction even more arousing for both of us.

Yes, I admit that I felt a strange sense of power and control as I slowly seduced this forty two year old MILF; and this sense of power over her aroused me.

I would never force her into doing anything she did not actually desire; but I was getting aroused at the thought that I would get her to explore aspects of her sexuality that she would otherwise 'leave in the deep dark recesses of her mind'.

Just as her stepson had done several years ago, I would force her to face her deepest desires. I would awaken desires inside her that she did not know existed.

But the seduction needed to proceed slowly.

We sat 'boy-girl-boy girl' in the hot tub. I was sipping my wine, the guys were drinking their beers from their plastic cups. 

Cindy could not stop staring at my breasts as they floated on the effervescent waters. I sat up high enough to keep my nipples at the water level. I liked having her stare at my breasts with such lust and desire.

We chatted and flirted as we sipped our drinks. Combined with the wine we had at dinner and at the dance club, these last two cups at the hotel had both Cindy and me feeling fairly inebriated. The alcohol had lowered both of our inhibitions considerably. 

I set my cup down and turned towards the side of the spa. Kneeling on the bench, I positioned myself so that the jet was pulsing directly on my clitoris. 

"Oh Cindy, come here. Please, hold me in place," I begged. 

Cindy set her cup of wine down and moved behind me. She positioned herself behind me and wrapped her arms around me pushing me into the pulsating jet. I was rocking my hips now as the jet of water stimulated my clitoris, pulsing through the thin material of my panties. 

Robert and Gary watched in amazement as I humped against the strong, pulsating stream of water as Cindy pushed behind me, holding me in place, bracing me and forcing my vagina into the pulsating stream.

I brought her hands up to my breasts as I allowed the pulsating jets of water to stimulate my clitoris. I wanted her to feel my tits as I let the pulsating water masturbate me.

"Oh god, Cindy, this feels so good on my clit. I think I can cum this way. Hold me tightly. Please. I am so turned on. I need to cum," I begged, knowing that my arousal would stimulate her.

Cindy pushed her vulva into my butt, forcing my clit into the jet. I could feel her rocking her hips as she pressed her mound into my firm ass. I knew I could cum like this, but I was pleased that Cindy was getting so aroused too.

Her fingers were tweaking my erect nipples through the thin, wet material of my bra. 

My movements became more dramatic. I could feel my climax building. Suddenly, my body stiffened and I began to quiver and moan, "Oh, shit.. I'm going to go off... oh fuck... hold me Cindy... oh shit it's a good one." 

Cindy pressed her entire body into mine, and held me tightly against the jet. I felt her shudder and shake as I came. I was not sure if she had an orgasm too.

"Thank you, Cindy. That was wonderful. Let's go back to the room," I suggested as Cindy released me, allowing me to float away from the jet.

We climbed out of the spa, dried and donned our robes. The guys climbed out, each sporting a major hard-on. They wrapped towels around their waists, but their erections were still quite obvious. We could only hope that we did not meet anyone in the elevator since Gary and Robert each looked like they had a tent pole under their towel.

We walked silently down the corridor to the elevator. Robert and Gary walked closely behind Cindy and me, using us to shield the huge boners that were so very obvious under their towels.

 Quietly we snuck back to Cindy's room. Robert bolted the lock as the four of us entered Cindy's junior suite. I immediately stripped out of my wet bra and panties, tossing them in the sink. 

I posed naked in front of my three admirers for several seconds, allowing them each to admire my naked body. I liked being exposed and admired this way.

"I like that you shave. So do I," Cindy commented, referring to my shaven vulva.

I was glad to learn that Cindy shaves herself as well. I was not certain what to expect since most older women I see in the locker room of our gym back home do not shave their parts.

I grabbed the tube of warming, massage oil and handed it to Gary. I wanted to keep the guy's interest high even though my primary attention was this gorgeous and sexy lady.

"You and Robert need to give Cindy and me a nice massage and back rub to get us in the mood," I directed. "Cindy get out of those wet clothes and come lie next to me on the bed."

 She nodded, said nothing, but as we all watched, Cindy reached up between her breasts to unhooked her soaking wet bra, and pulled down her panties, tossing them in the sink along with my underwear. She stood naked in front of all three of us. 

 I stared at her for several moments. She was so sexy standing there naked. She was gorgeous.

She was obviously uncomfortable being exposed this way. She kept raising her right thigh a bit to shield her vagina from my gaze. Cindy also seemed to be unable to keep her hands from wandering up to cover her breasts.

I found her innocence and her shyness absolutely intoxicating. I smiled and thought to myself, 'This is the woman I choose to explore my female sexuality to with. This is the woman I want to be my first, and only female partner.'

I walked over to her, took her hand and removed them from her breasts. I stood back admiring her lovely figure and simply said, "Very nice. very nice indeed."

Cindy looked at the floor in front of her, unable to look me in the eyes in her nakedness. God, I was so aroused by this woman.

Instantly, both Robert and Gary removed their wet underwear as well, freeing their very rigid and erect penises.

It was s surreal sight, these two magnificent erections, both of which had driven me to orgasm previously. I stared at these two naked specimens in front of me and wondered who was larger, my stepbrother or my fiancé? Their erections were quite similar in size, but it appeared that Robert's erection was slightly larger and thicker; but both penises were truly magnificent.

I also liked the thought that these were the only two penises I had ever taken inside me. I intended that these remain the only two penises I sample for the rest of my life as well.

 I reached out and gently cupped one of Cindy's breasts, and said, "I just love your body. Your breasts are so firm and perky," as I gave her 34B cup tit a playful squeeze. I took her hand, led her to the bed where we both laid down on our stomachs, side-by-side.

I was curious, which guy would massage which female? 

Gary, decided to give me a back rub directing my fiancé to massage his stepmother. Robert sat on the bed next to Cindy. I held Cindy's hand as Gary massaged my shoulders, back and buttocks.

Both men quickly moved from our shoulders, to our backs and buttocks. Robert and Gary seemed to be synchronizing their massages, attacking the same area of Cindy's and my body simultaneously. Laying naked together with this beautiful, older woman, I opened my legs as Gary's fingers traced up my inner thigh, searching for my opening.

"Cindy, Gary's fingering me," I cooed as she squeezed my hand tightly. "Oh my, he's got two fingers inside me now."

 I wanted her to know precisely what my stepbrother was doing to me as he did it.

 Cindy panted, "Me too." It was all she could do to speak coherently as Robert penetrated her vulva with his fingers.

Soon I was moaning loudly, "Oh that's it... oh fuck... right there... oh shit... keep doing that."

 I was arching my hips up, pushing back on Gary's hand. I realized that I was much more vocal than she was.

 Gary was massaging the front wall of my vagina, pressing his fingers into my g-spot. My arousal was growing rapidly. Cindy and I were both humping and moaning as our taboo lovers finger fucked us simultaneously.

"Oh right there... that's it, that's... right there... don't stop... oh fuck, Gary, you're going to make me cum... oh fuck... keep doing that... deeper... I can't hold back... Cindy cum with me... oh fuck," I cried out.

Suddenly, my entire body went through a series of convulsions. The sensuality of my orgasm, my moans and cries of pleasure, and the contortions I made arching my ass backward to force Gary's hand deeper inside my cunt was too much for Cindy to witness.

"Oh, baby... I'm cumming too... oh god, I can't help it... oh baby, so good," Cindy cried out squeezing my hand tightly as we shared our orgasms together.

We lay there, side-by-side, panting, trying to recover our senses. 

After a few minutes, I heard Cindy say to my fiancé, "Okay, baby, you got me good."

Robert and Gary both withdrew their hands from our dilated vaginas.

I knew the guys needed some relief now. But I did not want them pumping our vaginas full of their semen quite yet. So I suggested that Cindy and I take care of our men orally.

"Cindy, let's take care of our men now. They deserve some relief. But let's not let them fuck us quite yet. I want to taste you later before anyone cums inside you. Cindy, which one do you want?"

"Oh my, I can't choose. I like them both," Cindy replied.

"Well, since I can be with Robert anytime I want back at school, I think I'd like to take care of Gary, if that is okay?" I answered.

Without waiting for an answer, I sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned Gary to stand in front of me. 

 Cindy turned her attention to Robert, who moved into position in front of her.

Sitting on opposite sides of the bed, Cindy and I simultaneously delivered our best fellatio to two men who we each loved dearly.

 I heard Cindy tell Robert, "you certainly have a marvelous erection here, young man."

I thought to myself, 'He certainly does, and he's my fiancé.'

 I slowly opened my mouth to allow the head of Gary's erection to slip past my lips. I began sucking slightly, wrapping my tongue around the underside of the ridge that separated the shaft from the glans. 

I stroked downward with my fist.

 Gary was moaning loudly, as he massaged my head while I teased his cock. I knew he was approaching his orgasm. His moans grew louder and louder, and he began arching his hips more violently.

"Oh damn, Liz, I can't last long," Gary moaned.

Obviously, the excitement of seeing his stepmother and his fiancé climax together had him on the edge already. 

Suddenly, Gary stopped moving his hips and just stiffened his thighs, allowing me to simply suck on his cock and pump the shaft more rapidly. Within a few seconds, his breathing began to quicken and I knew that his arousal was increasing and he was approaching his climax. My stepbrother was going to cum. 

I continued to stimulate the head of Gary’s cock with my lips and tongue while pumping the shaft. Instantly, he erupted and a large rope of slightly salty tasting semen shot into my mouth. I continued pumping his cock as I swallowed his load.

I heard Robert grunt. The sounds were unmistakable. He was ejaculating in his stepmom's mouth as well. Cindy and I had given our men the release they so badly needed.

After Gary finished spurting his ropes of semen in my mouth, I kissed his penis several times before releasing his cock.

Robert placed his fingers under Cindy's chin, lifted her face, and said, “Mom, that was beautiful. I love you so much. Thank you.”

I truly enjoyed witnessing the love and affection my fiancé and his stepmother shared together.

I turned to my stepbrother and joked, "My god, Gary, you could drown a girl with that," even though the actual volume of his ejaculate was not that great. I am not certain why, but I felt the need to introduce a little levity into the moment.

"Liz, that was great. You two ladies are so fucking sexy," Gary exclaimed.

"Okay guys, now that we have 'taken the edge off' for you so to speak, grab a beer and sit over there. Cindy and I want to explore our feminine sides, okay?" I instructed as I pointed to the chair and two person love seat in the sitting area of the suite.

The guys nodded and accepted their instructions. Each grabbed a beer and sat obediently. Cindy and I watched with keen interest as their penises swayed in front of them as they walked to their assigned seats. Their cocks were not rigid, but were full and heavy looking, and stuck straight out, horizontally. I suspected that it would not take much to make those two marvelous penises stand straight up again.

But right now, I wanted to concentrate on this beautiful, shy and sexy woman who would soon be my mother-in-law.

I was drawn to her charm, her beauty, her intellect and her warm sensuality. But most of all, it was her innocence, shyness and quiet reluctance that I found so appealing.

I sat next to her on the bed, our thighs touching. I placed my hand on her knee and asked, "May I kiss you?"

"I've never kissed a woman before," she confessed.

"Well, neither have I and I want to be your first. May I?"

 Cindy quietly nodded and said, "I think I would like that."

Before allowing me to kiss her, Cindy looked over at her stepson and said, "Robert, are you okay with this?"

"Oh fuck yeah, Mom. I am more than okay. I want this to happen," Robert reassured her, as I knew he would. After all, Robert and I had discuss this as a possibility before we went out that evening.

 I placed my palm on her cheek and turned her face towards me, and slowly our lips touched. It was more sensual than sexual. Our lips parted slightly at first. I felt the tip of her tongue flicking along my full lips. I opened wider and gently sucked her tongue into my mouth. 

 I took her right hand and placed it on my left breast. Hesitantly, she explored the contour of my breast, gently massaging it, rolling the erect nipple between her index finger and thumb. 

"Oh, that feels nice," I moaned before resuming our kiss. I loved her touch. 

I could sense her nervous from how timidly she touched me. 

 I broke off our kiss momentarily to reassure her. "It's okay, Cindy. Relax. Let's just get to know each other a bit here."

"I've never touched a woman before. I guess I'm a bit nervous," Cindy confessed again.

"I know. I can tell. Just touch me the way you like to be touched."

 I ran my hands over her breasts, fondling the nipples, tugging at them.

"Oh god, I love your tits. they are so firm and perky. I love how big and erect your nipples are," I said as I teased her nipples. 

 I leaned forward and took Cindy's nipple into my mouth and sucked. Cindy caressed my head while I nursed at her breast. Cindy moaned out loud as I sucked on her tit. 

 I removed her nipple from my mouth and gently pushed Cindy onto her back. I kissed her again, kissed and sucked on her neck, biting it slightly. I worked my way back down to her breasts as she massaged my head and shoulders.

With her nipple in my mouth, my fingers traced their way down across her flat stomach and down to her vulva. My fingers quickly found her very wet slit as they opened the lips of her labia. 

 Cindy lay there panting, caressing my head as she opened her thighs to grant me access. I found her erect nubbins and rubbed tiny circles around it with the tips of my fingers, causing Cindy to shudder and moan. 

Soon she was arching her hips, humping up against my fingers as I teased her sensitive clitoris. She was so wet. Her labia was coated with her secretions.

I knew that all of her doubts and inhibitions had evaporated. We both wanted this now. 

 I started kissing her way down her tummy, heading to her pussy. 

 I started to climb between her legs to lick and kiss on her, but she stopped me.

"Elizabeth, turn around, and climb on top of me. I want to taste you too," Cindy requested.

For an instant I did not understand her request. Then I realized that she was suggesting we get into the sixty nine position.

 I liked this thought of us tasting each other, licking and sucking on each other. We would simultaneously taste our first pussy. I thought to myself, 'This is how it should be.'

 I climbed on top of Cindy, straddling her face, placing the two of us in the 'sixty nine' position. Since I was taller than Cindy, I was able to arch my back to place my vagina inches above Cindy's upturned face as I opened her labia with my fingers.

Cindy placed a pillow under her head, propping her head up towards my vagina.

 She moved her arms around my waist and reached behind me to open my vagina.

I lowered my head and using my fingers to open her labia, I studied Cindy's shaven vagina. It was the first time I had ever looked at the inside of another woman's vagina. It was beautiful. I liked her scent.

I was still studying her opening when she flicked her tongue across my clitoris. I moaned approval as I touched my tongue to her clitoris.

Soon we sucking and licking each other, each moaning from the pleasure we were receiving. Having climaxed minutes before, I was not certain I would cum again, but that did not detract from the pleasure and intimacy of my first lesbian experience with this beautiful, older, sexy goddess. 

Cindy was clearly responding to the way I was stimulating her clitoris. She was grinding herself into my mouth and chin as I was sucking her swollen clitoris. She would shudder every time I would take her clit into my mouth and suck on it.

Cindy flicked her tongue over my clitoris timidly at first, unsure of what to do, but she became more assertive as her own arousal grew.

I took her clitoris into my mouth and sucked on it like a nipple. Cindy shuttered and arched her hips upward, grinding her vulva against my mouth. Her moans were muffled by the fact that her mouth was pressed firmly against my pussy but the sounds of pleasure were distinct and unmistakable.

I felt her fingers, toying with the very opening of my vagina as she sucked on my erect nubbins.

I lifted my head just long enough to hiss, "Oh shit...you're getting me...you're going to make me cum...fuck, I can't hold out."

I buried my face into her vagina as I felt the first waves of my orgasm approaching.

I moaned loudly as my body quivered and shook as she continued to suck on my clitoris as I climaxed.

Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around my torso and hugged me tightly as she arched her pussy up and started shaking. The moans and grunts left no doubt that she was cumming as well.

After twenty or thirty seconds, she raised her head, and said, "Oh too much...too sensitive...please."

She grabbed my shoulder and tried to pull me up, to make me stop sucking on her engorged clitoris, but I ignored her pleas and kept sucking.

She grunted, "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum again," as she buried her face back into my pussy. She shook violently, her screams of pleasure again muffled by my vagina. I felt her thighs tighten around my head as her body quaked violently.

Cindy's reaction caused me to climax again as well.

Finally, with both of us exhausted and sated, we stopped sucking on each other. We had both had violent orgasms together. We needed time to recover

Our bodies were slippery with our sweat. We panted, struggling to catch our breath as our breasts pressed into each other's abdomen.

I heard movement, and looked over to see Gary and Robert approaching the bed, their erections straining straight up. It was clear that they intended to fuck us both. Who knew in what order and what combinations Cindy and I would get fucked tonight, but there was no question, we would be fucked often and fucked well.

I rolled off Cindy and said, "I think the guys are looking for a warm wet place to put their boners. Got any suggestions for them?"

Cindy looked up and said, "Oh my, those are two big erections, huh? I better get my diaphragm in place."

I giggled and said, "I think you'd better, girl. I think you'd better."