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My brother’s wedding ceremony came and went and we were all excited to have Cristina in the family, me particularly so, given all that had transpired the night before the wedding.
I headed home the day after the ceremony and life went back to normal. A few months later I received a notice that my wife’s green card paperwork was processed and she was finally able to moved stateside with me.
I’d met my wife, Sarah, as she now liked to be called since no one could pronounce her real name, about a decade prior and we’d married after a few years of dating.
Sarah was 5’ 5”, had soft C-cup breasts with gorgeous light-brown areolas and pencil-eraser nipples. Even better, she still looked exactly as she had the day we met even all these years later. I am a breast guy, but I’d be lying if I said she didn’t also have a killer ass and legs that tapered perfectly down her slender form all the way to her feet. All in all, she weighed about 105 pounds and still maintained her schoolgirlish smile despite her having turned 40. She was a MILF who could pass for her late 20s given her genetic makeup.
When Jeff and Cristina visited us in Asia back when they were still dating, the women sort of hit it off instantly which seemed to my brother a further sign that he had chosen the right woman to spend his life with. “Never underestimate a family’s ability to get along when in-laws are concerned,” I’d told him.
And get along they did. On one occasion while making love to my wife during Jeff and Cristina’s trip out, she’d paused and asked if I’d thought Cristina was attractive.
Sarah and I have always had an openness in our relationship and enjoyed “quizzing” each other on who the other thought was the most attractive person in whatever place we’d happened to find ourselves. During that trip, I’d learned that in-laws were apparently no exception.
During another lovemaking session a couple of days later, I turned the tables on her and threw out my brother’s name, asking her teasingly if, given the chance, she’d let him fuck her. She smiled in the way she always did when these sorts of conversations came up, closed her eyes, and murmured her agreement as she opened her legs wider for me so I could enter her more deeply. That was her way of signalling her affirmation and it turned me on to no end.
——
Back to the present...Jeff reached out to me in a chat conversation that he and Cristina were looking to make a trip up to visit us over the summer now that my wife was here. We discussed options and settled on a date about 3 weeks later and everyone seemed excited at our first stateside reunion.
Weeks turned into days and before we knew it, we got the message that they’d left the house and were making their way up to us by car and would arrive the following morning.
Sarah was all giddy as we readied the apartment and even had a bit of trouble falling to sleep that night, a state of mind I can’t recall her ever having been in before.
“Come on, let’s get some rest,” I said, wrapping my arm around her as we lay in bed, “They’ll be here soon enough.” And then I dozed off.
At 5am I awoke to the sound of the doorbell and made a dash for the door, eyes still half-shut. They were here!
Sarah was still in bed, but I hugged my brother and sister-in-law, welcoming them in and giving them the quick tour of our place. They were clearly tired so I showed them to their room where they began unpacking some of their things.
Jeff came out to the living room after a few minutes and told me Cristina had crashed. “I don’t get it, she wasn’t even the one driving!” he joked. He asked for some water so I headed to the kitchen and poured him a glass. Then we sat down on the couch to catch up.
About a minute later, Sarah walked out of our room, still half-dazed, and saw Jeff sitting there.
“Hey! You made it!” she exclaimed, bleary-eyed.
“Hey to you too!” Jeff replied. “Yeah, we just got in a few minutes ago. Cristina just crashed in bed.”
He stood to give her a hug which was met with a warm hug of her own. Jeff gave her a once over with his eyes. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else under it.
Jeff must have felt her braless chest against his because he faltered for a minute, not sure whether he should sit back down or remain standing.
After a beat, Sarah came and sat next to me on the sofa opposite from Jeff putting her legs underneath herself up on the sofa. We made small talk, Sarah asking him about the trip and catching up on all the latest news.
At some point, Jeff’s face grew serious. It took me a moment but I realized why: Sarah had pulled her legs out from under her and put them up onto the sofa slightly spread apart as she continued along with her questions, oblivious to the fact that she was giving him a clean view of her pussy.
Jeff started to get nervous, which manifested itself clearly when he spoke. His voice cracked, “So, uh, what’s the plan for today?” he asked.
“I’m up for anything after you guys get a couple of hours of shuteye,” I said.
“We could take them to Sanders Park,” Sarah offered.
“Anything sounds good,” Jeff responded. “I think I’ll take your advice on that nap thing first though.”
“Ok,” responded Sarah, with a laugh. “You must be really tired!”
“Yeah,” Jeff said, trying his damndest not to look at anything but her eyes.
“I’ll make some coffee and we’ll plan some more stuff for us today. I don’t think I could go back to sleep now,” she said.
“Sounds good,” Jeff said, now trying for one last look at her body.
Sarah stood up and tussled his hair as she passed him on her way out of the room, her shirt shifting around her upper thighs as she disappeared into the kitchen.
Jeff shot a look in my direction and mouth, “Oh my god!”
I shrugged back, cracking a grin.
Jeff stood. “Dude, she wasn’t wearing any panties...I saw everything!” he said, conspiratorially.
“Get some sleep, man,” I said, laughing.
—
Sarah and I lounged around watching a bit of TV and around noon she asked if we shouldn’t wake them up.
“Go ahead,” I said.
I had a clear line of sight into their room. Sarah opened the door, entered the darkened room, and walked over to the closest side, not sure of who was where and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Hey you two, wake up. It’s 12 o’clock,” she said, rubbing her hand on the body nearest her. It was Cristina.
“Hey...Sarah!” Cristina said, disoriented at being woken. “Sorry, we were just so tired! It’s so good to see you!” She sat up and gave Sarah a hug.
“It’s okay. We agreed to wake you at noon and it’s noon now, so....” Sarah explained.
“Aww, thanks. Yeah, we’ll get up now,” said Cristina. “Give us a couple of minutes.”
“When you’re ready, there’s still some coffee left over from this morning,” Sarah said, standing and heading for the door where I now stood.
We went back into the living room and a few minutes later, Cristina appeared. “Jeff said to give him 15 more minutes, but I need a shower. Do you guys mind if I borrow yours?”
Sarah replied, “Actually, we have a really nice bath here. It’s not like the one we had at our place when you visited us overseas, but it’s still nice.” She continued, “Actually, would you mind if I join you? I didn’t take one last night.”
Cristina paused, lost in thought. “Umm, really? It feels strange doing that here in America.”
Sarah laughed, “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before! Besides, we’re family now!” At those words, my mind raced back to my trip to Cristina and Jeff’s place which sent shivers down my spine.
“You two enjoy yourselves. I’ll make us a light brunch,” I offered.
“Alright,” Cristina ceded, “why not?”
The ladies stood, then disappeared down the hallway into the bathroom. A few seconds later I heard the bath being drawn and the sound of their voices, carrying through the air. The thought of the two of them together naked again in this new context was almost too much to bear, even if I knew that bath time wasn’t an erotic thing for my wife. But still...
I started cooking up some eggs and bacon and a few minutes later heard Jeff’s voice behind me.
“Hey, where is everybody?” he asked, still dazed.
“You’re not gonna believe it, but they’re taking a bath together,” I replied.
“Wh...what?!” Jeff sputtered.
“Yeah, like before when you visited us, except it somehow seems sexier now,” I said, chuckling.
“Do you think they’ll do anything?” Jeff asked.
“Doubtful,” I laughed, “but we can always use our imaginations.”
“Ugh, I’m still so tired. Whatcha making? It smells good.”
“Eggs ‘n bakey!” I replied. “Do me a favor and clear all that shit off the table?”
“Yeah, sure,” said Jeff.
Before long the food was ready and I heard the sound of the girls’ voices combined with water draining from the tub. A couple of minutes later, they appeared in the dining room wearing their t-shirts, towels wrapped around their heads. Cristina had her pants, bra, and panties in her hands and I could safely assume she was naked under her shirt which wasn’t quite as long as my wife’s. Her small figured looked fantastic, and my mind recalled what she looked like naked from our last escapade.
“Have a good bath, ladies?” Jeff asked, smiling.
“Yeah, I feel so much better!” Cristina replied, with her now chipper voice. “I’ll be right back...need to change.” Jeff slapped her on the ass, “Hurry up! We’re starving!”
Sarah guffawed, then the women disappeared again, each to opposite ends of our place.
—
Brunch went fine and the park was a hit. Sanders Park, as it was known, featured a massive water fountain in the shape of a lion and was surrounded by acres of sprawling grass interspersed with large oak trees. We’d brought some wine and cheese and enjoyed ourselves in the warm afternoon sun, surrounded by the sound of birds and k**s playing nearby.
By the time the sun started to dwindle on the horizon, we were thoroughly smashed, but managed to walk ourselves to the edge of the park and call ourselves a ride back home.
It was already dark by the time we returned, so I turned on a few lights, dimming them as far as possible. Jeff, Cristina, and Sarah kicked off their shoes and crashed on the sofa while I headed to the kitchen to grab us all some water.
Back in the living room, Jeff leaned over and kissed Cristina. Sarah, who was sitting next to her, watched them both as I reentered the room, setting down cups for everyone on the coffee table in front of the couch.
Everyone went for their cups and Sarah murmured playfully, “Where’s my kiss?”
“Hold on, hold on,” I said, still shuffling things around so they wouldn’t get knocked over or have water spilled on them if a cup tipped over.
Sarah took a sip from her own cup, set it down, then leaned over and put her head on Cristina’s shoulder and put her arm around Cristina’s waist.
Cristina stirred from her own cup, leaned forward to set it down, then leaned back and tilted her head towards Sarah’s. “Aww, don’t feel left out,” she said, as she took one of her own hands and placed it on top of Sarah’s.
“What am I, chopped liver?” I said, sarcastically, now making my way over to Sarah’s end of the couch. “Hey you, scoot over!” I prodded.
Everyone shifted sluggishly down the sofa a bit to make room for me, but Sarah reattached herself to Cristina. She looked so relaxed.
“Let me put on some music,” I said, not wanting to stand up after I’d just sat down but doing so anyway. I shuffled over to the computer that was in the corner and fired up a relaxing mix on Spotify, then made my way back to the sofa again.
No one spoke for awhile. We just sat there letting the music wash over us.
After a few more minutes, I looked over across the sofa. Cristina was now rubbing Sarah’s forearm with her free hand, then turned her head to Sarah as much as she could and seemed to be smelling her hair. At that point, I thought Sarah might have fallen asleep, but I saw her lift her head in Cristina’s direction. For a few seconds she tilted her head to and fro as if searching for something and I soon realized she was searching...for Cristina’s lips.
The most beautiful sight then unfolded before my eyes: Cristina began kissing Sarah back, their soft lips tugging at each other’s. Jeff’s head turned in my direction and he saw it too. Our wives were kissing each other, tentatively at first, but with building confidence.
Sarah opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue a little bit to trace Cristina’s lips. After a bit of this, Cristina responded by taking Sarah’s tongue into her mouth, swirling her own tongue around it as their lips locked.
I flashed Jeff a look that said, “Holy shit, I can’t believe this is happening!” and his eyes said the same thing back to me.
Not wanting to be a mere spectator, I placed my hand on my wife’s thigh and began caressing her leg, working my way up slowly towards her inner thigh. Jeff saw this and began doing the same to Cristina.
Cristina took her hand away from Sarah’s hand and wrapped it around her other side, pulling Sarah closer. They were completely locked in an embrace now, each others’ tongues fully enveloped in the others’ mouths.
“It’s really hot in here,” Sarah suddenly blurted out. For a moment I thought she’d try to stand up, but it was soon apparent that she’d decided against it after realizing she probably couldn’t. She turned to me, “Can you open the window a little bit?”
As I stood to do her bidding, she pushed her back up against the sofa, undid her pants, then shimmied them off onto the floor. I thought Cristina might do the same, but instead she took her right hand and moved it up and down over Sarah’s now-exposed lower body, caressing her from her knees to her waist. As her hand approached Sarah’s panties, Sarah groaned and pushed her legs open, inviting Cristina to venture further up. Cristina worked her hand further inside her inner thigh and leaned in to begin kissing Sarah again.
At this point, I looked at Jeff and then stood to take my own pants off. He motioned to do the same and in a flash there we both stood, pantsless, watching our wives pawing at each other.
After a slight pause, Jeff took some initiative, leaned over, and began undoing his wife’s pants for her. She maintained her lip-lock on my wife as she shifted her weight from side to side to allow her pants to come free. But it wasn’t just her pants; he removed her panties as well, and now her slender legs and closely shaven pussy stared back at us from the couch.
Sarah put her hands on Cristina’s shirt and helped her pull it over her head, followed by her bra. Now completely naked, Cristina squirmed a bit as she fought to regain Sarah’s mouth. Once she found it, Sarah took her free hand and ran her fingertips over Cristina’s nipples, circling her now hard areolas, and caressing her breasts.
Since my wife’s shirt and bra were still on, I sat down on the sofa next to her and helped her take them off. With all restrictions now gone, the two women began discovering each other in earnest, spurred on by each other’s nakedness and being watched by their husbands.
Not entirely sure how to insert ourselves further in all of this, Jeff and I sat down next to our wives and began using our hands to pleasure them, moving in large circles at first, but soon smaller, more directed movements. The women responded by opening their legs as wide as possible. When they realized their legs closest to each other couldn’t move as much, Cristina lifted hers and set it over Sarah’s.
Both women were now thrusting their hips to match our fingers, which were now exploring inside them. As these movements continued, the women took turns caressing each others’ nipples with their hands, still liplocked on each other.
Next, Sarah moved her right hand down to mine and began massaging Cristina’s pussy herself. As soon as she did this, Cristina let out a gasp. Before we knew it, both ladies now had their hands on each others’ mounds and were fingering each other as they moaned with pleasure.
Once again, Jeff and I looked at each other. What should we do? We seemed stuck in having to choose between watching or in participating further.
Cristina spoke next. “Let’s go to the bedroom, yeah?” Sarah murmured in agreement.
The ladies stood, orienting themselves, and we all headed to their room. Once inside, the ladies both crashed on the bed, side by side, where they began kissing again, this time wrapping their legs around each other.
Jeff and I took our places on the outsides spooning our wives and rubbing our hands up and down their bodies. After a bit, my hand arrived on my wife’s ass and I took the opportunity to reach under it for her pussy where I began massing her slit from behind. She always liked that and tonight was no exception.
A few moments later she spoke, “I want Jeff to do that to me.”
Slightly shocked, but incredibly turned on, I asked, “Do you really?”
“Mmm”, she affirmed.
I looked at Jeff. “You heard the lady,” I said.
Jeff paused then extruded himself from his position behind Cristina, stood up, and swapped places with me. I nestled in behind Cristina who arched her back at my touch. She turned her head in my direction and began kissing me deeply. Judging by the sounds opposite us, Jeff and Sarah were now doing the same.
I was painfully hard at this point and I can only imagine Jeff was too. I guided Cristina’s hand behind her body to my very erect penis. She grabbed it, working her grip around it delicately, making her way down my shaft, caressing it all the way.
I was already dripping precum which she now began spreading around my head with her fingers in a swirling motion. After a few moments, she raised her outer leg, arched her back a bit more, and guided me lovingly inside her.
As I entered her she let out a warm groan. She was very, very warm. I began working myself in and out of her slowly, making sure to push myself in all the way until my head pushed against her cervix, then back out again all the way outside. Cristina was in heaven.
As I continued my slow thrusts, I propped myself up slightly and watched my wife lift her leg and guide Jeff’s head back and forth across her opening. She was in deep thought. After a few moments, she placed him at her entrance and backed her waist down against his thick shaft until she too was taking him in.
“Fuuuuuuck...” Jeff groaned.
“You like being inside me?” Sarah teased.
“Y...yeah,” Jeff said, “you feel amazing.”
The thrusting continued for both of us.
After what felt like ten minutes, Cristina pulled her hips away from mine and rolled over towards me. She pushed me over onto my back and crawled on top. With my hard cock directly beneath her, she lowered herself slowly onto the head, taking me inside. Her eyes rolled back into her head. “Oh....” she moaned. Every couple of strokes when I was all the way in, she’d press herself down fully with all the strength she could muster and rock her hips back and forth slowly, using my head to massage every square inch inside of her. She was extremely wet but also very, very tight.
Sarah and Jeff motioned to do the same. Jeff laid on his back next to me and I watched as my wife mounted him and guided him in. She smiled at him once he was fully inside, took his hands in hers, then pulled them above his head as she laid prostrate on top of him, kissing him deeply and grinding her pelvis onto his. The fact that she was older and more experienced showed. Jeff was short of breath, but she knew when to press harder and when to let up. My wife was reading him like an open book.
Soon, Cristina laid down on top of me as well, trying her best to grind her hips as I thrust upward with mine. The thought of filling up my younger brother’s tiny wife grew with each passing second. At times, I feared breaking her, but then she would raise herself, take some deep breaths, and then thrust her hips violently back and forth over my shaft.
“I hope we can do this every time we meet,” Sarah said to everyone and yet no one in particular. “Yeah”, we all replied, drunk with lust.
“Jeff,” Sarah continued, “I want you to cum inside me. Will that be okay?”
Jeff shot a look to Cristina, his eyes begging for permission.
“Only if you’ll cum inside me,” Cristina replied, as she looked down at me.
“I’m not waiting for a second opinion,” I blurted out, sitting up. “Switch positions with me?”
Cristina dismounted and rolled onto her back where I had been laying. I entered her from on top, my thrusts taking me deeper than I’d been before. Cristina moaned, then held out her hand to Sarah. “Come lay beside me,” she beckoned.
Sarah picked herself up off of Jeff and took his place on her back, scooting as close as possible next to Cristina until their shoulders touched.
As Jeff reinserted himself inside my wife, the ladies held each other’s hands and began kissing deeply, tongues flying every which way.
We continued like this for a few minutes when Jeff let us know he was going to cum.
“Let’s do it together,” Sarah suggested.
For the next couple of minutes, the pace of our thrusts increased, the ladies’ tongues probed deeper into each other mouths, and the smell of sex blanketed the room. I closed my eyes and focused, waiting for signs that my brother was at the point of no return.
A few seconds later...”Oh shit!”, he said, “I’m cumming!”
Sarah knew what to do. She pulled her knees to her chest and spread her legs and wide as she could, allowing his thrusts to penetrate as far as they could. “Right there,” Sarah said, “I want you to cum inside me as deep as you can.”
My mind raced. Seeing my brother inside my wife, his now rock-hard cock buSarahd inside her was something I’d fantasized about for a long time. And here I was doing the same with his tiny bride.
“Ungh!” I grunted. Cristina pulled me closer as I splayed her legs as wide as they would go. “I’m cumming too!”
My thrusts became slow and deep and within a few seconds I felt the orgasm overtaking me. Images of Cristina in her wedding dress flashed before my eyes, interspersed with her naked body beneath me in the present.
Jeff came too. He’d thrusted harder and faster until he couldn’t do more of either. When he climaxed, he thrust his pelvis forward, ejecting his seed into my Sarah. At the same time, she pulled him close and kissed him, his sperm, no doubt, still gushing out inside her.
After a few more seconds, the ladies leaned in once again and began kissing, lighter this time.
“You’re the best sister-in-law I could have asked for,” Sarah said to Cristina.
Cristina smiled in return. “You’re not bad yourself. Thanks for letting us come up and stay with you.”
“Of course,” Sarah responded. “If only you lived a bit closer, we could do this more often!”
Cristina smiled. “Yeah, that would be nice...”
With that, Jeff and I collapsed on both sides of the women.
“Anyone need some water?” I asked.
“Yes!” came the reply from everyone.
“Alright, hold tight,” I said, as I rolled off the edge of the bed and found my feet.
As I exited the room, I saw the ladies turned to each other and begin kissing again.
“What did we get ourselves into?” I thought to myself as I entered the living room and began searching for our cups.
I headed home the day after the ceremony and life went back to normal. A few months later I received a notice that my wife’s green card paperwork was processed and she was finally able to moved stateside with me.
I’d met my wife, Sarah, as she now liked to be called since no one could pronounce her real name, about a decade prior and we’d married after a few years of dating.
Sarah was 5’ 5”, had soft C-cup breasts with gorgeous light-brown areolas and pencil-eraser nipples. Even better, she still looked exactly as she had the day we met even all these years later. I am a breast guy, but I’d be lying if I said she didn’t also have a killer ass and legs that tapered perfectly down her slender form all the way to her feet. All in all, she weighed about 105 pounds and still maintained her schoolgirlish smile despite her having turned 40. She was a MILF who could pass for her late 20s given her genetic makeup.
When Jeff and Cristina visited us in Asia back when they were still dating, the women sort of hit it off instantly which seemed to my brother a further sign that he had chosen the right woman to spend his life with. “Never underestimate a family’s ability to get along when in-laws are concerned,” I’d told him.
And get along they did. On one occasion while making love to my wife during Jeff and Cristina’s trip out, she’d paused and asked if I’d thought Cristina was attractive.
Sarah and I have always had an openness in our relationship and enjoyed “quizzing” each other on who the other thought was the most attractive person in whatever place we’d happened to find ourselves. During that trip, I’d learned that in-laws were apparently no exception.
During another lovemaking session a couple of days later, I turned the tables on her and threw out my brother’s name, asking her teasingly if, given the chance, she’d let him fuck her. She smiled in the way she always did when these sorts of conversations came up, closed her eyes, and murmured her agreement as she opened her legs wider for me so I could enter her more deeply. That was her way of signalling her affirmation and it turned me on to no end.
——
Back to the present...Jeff reached out to me in a chat conversation that he and Cristina were looking to make a trip up to visit us over the summer now that my wife was here. We discussed options and settled on a date about 3 weeks later and everyone seemed excited at our first stateside reunion.
Weeks turned into days and before we knew it, we got the message that they’d left the house and were making their way up to us by car and would arrive the following morning.
Sarah was all giddy as we readied the apartment and even had a bit of trouble falling to sleep that night, a state of mind I can’t recall her ever having been in before.
“Come on, let’s get some rest,” I said, wrapping my arm around her as we lay in bed, “They’ll be here soon enough.” And then I dozed off.
At 5am I awoke to the sound of the doorbell and made a dash for the door, eyes still half-shut. They were here!
Sarah was still in bed, but I hugged my brother and sister-in-law, welcoming them in and giving them the quick tour of our place. They were clearly tired so I showed them to their room where they began unpacking some of their things.
Jeff came out to the living room after a few minutes and told me Cristina had crashed. “I don’t get it, she wasn’t even the one driving!” he joked. He asked for some water so I headed to the kitchen and poured him a glass. Then we sat down on the couch to catch up.
About a minute later, Sarah walked out of our room, still half-dazed, and saw Jeff sitting there.
“Hey! You made it!” she exclaimed, bleary-eyed.
“Hey to you too!” Jeff replied. “Yeah, we just got in a few minutes ago. Cristina just crashed in bed.”
He stood to give her a hug which was met with a warm hug of her own. Jeff gave her a once over with his eyes. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else under it.
Jeff must have felt her braless chest against his because he faltered for a minute, not sure whether he should sit back down or remain standing.
After a beat, Sarah came and sat next to me on the sofa opposite from Jeff putting her legs underneath herself up on the sofa. We made small talk, Sarah asking him about the trip and catching up on all the latest news.
At some point, Jeff’s face grew serious. It took me a moment but I realized why: Sarah had pulled her legs out from under her and put them up onto the sofa slightly spread apart as she continued along with her questions, oblivious to the fact that she was giving him a clean view of her pussy.
Jeff started to get nervous, which manifested itself clearly when he spoke. His voice cracked, “So, uh, what’s the plan for today?” he asked.
“I’m up for anything after you guys get a couple of hours of shuteye,” I said.
“We could take them to Sanders Park,” Sarah offered.
“Anything sounds good,” Jeff responded. “I think I’ll take your advice on that nap thing first though.”
“Ok,” responded Sarah, with a laugh. “You must be really tired!”
“Yeah,” Jeff said, trying his damndest not to look at anything but her eyes.
“I’ll make some coffee and we’ll plan some more stuff for us today. I don’t think I could go back to sleep now,” she said.
“Sounds good,” Jeff said, now trying for one last look at her body.
Sarah stood up and tussled his hair as she passed him on her way out of the room, her shirt shifting around her upper thighs as she disappeared into the kitchen.
Jeff shot a look in my direction and mouth, “Oh my god!”
I shrugged back, cracking a grin.
Jeff stood. “Dude, she wasn’t wearing any panties...I saw everything!” he said, conspiratorially.
“Get some sleep, man,” I said, laughing.
—
Sarah and I lounged around watching a bit of TV and around noon she asked if we shouldn’t wake them up.
“Go ahead,” I said.
I had a clear line of sight into their room. Sarah opened the door, entered the darkened room, and walked over to the closest side, not sure of who was where and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Hey you two, wake up. It’s 12 o’clock,” she said, rubbing her hand on the body nearest her. It was Cristina.
“Hey...Sarah!” Cristina said, disoriented at being woken. “Sorry, we were just so tired! It’s so good to see you!” She sat up and gave Sarah a hug.
“It’s okay. We agreed to wake you at noon and it’s noon now, so....” Sarah explained.
“Aww, thanks. Yeah, we’ll get up now,” said Cristina. “Give us a couple of minutes.”
“When you’re ready, there’s still some coffee left over from this morning,” Sarah said, standing and heading for the door where I now stood.
We went back into the living room and a few minutes later, Cristina appeared. “Jeff said to give him 15 more minutes, but I need a shower. Do you guys mind if I borrow yours?”
Sarah replied, “Actually, we have a really nice bath here. It’s not like the one we had at our place when you visited us overseas, but it’s still nice.” She continued, “Actually, would you mind if I join you? I didn’t take one last night.”
Cristina paused, lost in thought. “Umm, really? It feels strange doing that here in America.”
Sarah laughed, “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before! Besides, we’re family now!” At those words, my mind raced back to my trip to Cristina and Jeff’s place which sent shivers down my spine.
“You two enjoy yourselves. I’ll make us a light brunch,” I offered.
“Alright,” Cristina ceded, “why not?”
The ladies stood, then disappeared down the hallway into the bathroom. A few seconds later I heard the bath being drawn and the sound of their voices, carrying through the air. The thought of the two of them together naked again in this new context was almost too much to bear, even if I knew that bath time wasn’t an erotic thing for my wife. But still...
I started cooking up some eggs and bacon and a few minutes later heard Jeff’s voice behind me.
“Hey, where is everybody?” he asked, still dazed.
“You’re not gonna believe it, but they’re taking a bath together,” I replied.
“Wh...what?!” Jeff sputtered.
“Yeah, like before when you visited us, except it somehow seems sexier now,” I said, chuckling.
“Do you think they’ll do anything?” Jeff asked.
“Doubtful,” I laughed, “but we can always use our imaginations.”
“Ugh, I’m still so tired. Whatcha making? It smells good.”
“Eggs ‘n bakey!” I replied. “Do me a favor and clear all that shit off the table?”
“Yeah, sure,” said Jeff.
Before long the food was ready and I heard the sound of the girls’ voices combined with water draining from the tub. A couple of minutes later, they appeared in the dining room wearing their t-shirts, towels wrapped around their heads. Cristina had her pants, bra, and panties in her hands and I could safely assume she was naked under her shirt which wasn’t quite as long as my wife’s. Her small figured looked fantastic, and my mind recalled what she looked like naked from our last escapade.
“Have a good bath, ladies?” Jeff asked, smiling.
“Yeah, I feel so much better!” Cristina replied, with her now chipper voice. “I’ll be right back...need to change.” Jeff slapped her on the ass, “Hurry up! We’re starving!”
Sarah guffawed, then the women disappeared again, each to opposite ends of our place.
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Brunch went fine and the park was a hit. Sanders Park, as it was known, featured a massive water fountain in the shape of a lion and was surrounded by acres of sprawling grass interspersed with large oak trees. We’d brought some wine and cheese and enjoyed ourselves in the warm afternoon sun, surrounded by the sound of birds and k**s playing nearby.
By the time the sun started to dwindle on the horizon, we were thoroughly smashed, but managed to walk ourselves to the edge of the park and call ourselves a ride back home.
It was already dark by the time we returned, so I turned on a few lights, dimming them as far as possible. Jeff, Cristina, and Sarah kicked off their shoes and crashed on the sofa while I headed to the kitchen to grab us all some water.
Back in the living room, Jeff leaned over and kissed Cristina. Sarah, who was sitting next to her, watched them both as I reentered the room, setting down cups for everyone on the coffee table in front of the couch.
Everyone went for their cups and Sarah murmured playfully, “Where’s my kiss?”
“Hold on, hold on,” I said, still shuffling things around so they wouldn’t get knocked over or have water spilled on them if a cup tipped over.
Sarah took a sip from her own cup, set it down, then leaned over and put her head on Cristina’s shoulder and put her arm around Cristina’s waist.
Cristina stirred from her own cup, leaned forward to set it down, then leaned back and tilted her head towards Sarah’s. “Aww, don’t feel left out,” she said, as she took one of her own hands and placed it on top of Sarah’s.
“What am I, chopped liver?” I said, sarcastically, now making my way over to Sarah’s end of the couch. “Hey you, scoot over!” I prodded.
Everyone shifted sluggishly down the sofa a bit to make room for me, but Sarah reattached herself to Cristina. She looked so relaxed.
“Let me put on some music,” I said, not wanting to stand up after I’d just sat down but doing so anyway. I shuffled over to the computer that was in the corner and fired up a relaxing mix on Spotify, then made my way back to the sofa again.
No one spoke for awhile. We just sat there letting the music wash over us.
After a few more minutes, I looked over across the sofa. Cristina was now rubbing Sarah’s forearm with her free hand, then turned her head to Sarah as much as she could and seemed to be smelling her hair. At that point, I thought Sarah might have fallen asleep, but I saw her lift her head in Cristina’s direction. For a few seconds she tilted her head to and fro as if searching for something and I soon realized she was searching...for Cristina’s lips.
The most beautiful sight then unfolded before my eyes: Cristina began kissing Sarah back, their soft lips tugging at each other’s. Jeff’s head turned in my direction and he saw it too. Our wives were kissing each other, tentatively at first, but with building confidence.
Sarah opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue a little bit to trace Cristina’s lips. After a bit of this, Cristina responded by taking Sarah’s tongue into her mouth, swirling her own tongue around it as their lips locked.
I flashed Jeff a look that said, “Holy shit, I can’t believe this is happening!” and his eyes said the same thing back to me.
Not wanting to be a mere spectator, I placed my hand on my wife’s thigh and began caressing her leg, working my way up slowly towards her inner thigh. Jeff saw this and began doing the same to Cristina.
Cristina took her hand away from Sarah’s hand and wrapped it around her other side, pulling Sarah closer. They were completely locked in an embrace now, each others’ tongues fully enveloped in the others’ mouths.
“It’s really hot in here,” Sarah suddenly blurted out. For a moment I thought she’d try to stand up, but it was soon apparent that she’d decided against it after realizing she probably couldn’t. She turned to me, “Can you open the window a little bit?”
As I stood to do her bidding, she pushed her back up against the sofa, undid her pants, then shimmied them off onto the floor. I thought Cristina might do the same, but instead she took her right hand and moved it up and down over Sarah’s now-exposed lower body, caressing her from her knees to her waist. As her hand approached Sarah’s panties, Sarah groaned and pushed her legs open, inviting Cristina to venture further up. Cristina worked her hand further inside her inner thigh and leaned in to begin kissing Sarah again.
At this point, I looked at Jeff and then stood to take my own pants off. He motioned to do the same and in a flash there we both stood, pantsless, watching our wives pawing at each other.
After a slight pause, Jeff took some initiative, leaned over, and began undoing his wife’s pants for her. She maintained her lip-lock on my wife as she shifted her weight from side to side to allow her pants to come free. But it wasn’t just her pants; he removed her panties as well, and now her slender legs and closely shaven pussy stared back at us from the couch.
Sarah put her hands on Cristina’s shirt and helped her pull it over her head, followed by her bra. Now completely naked, Cristina squirmed a bit as she fought to regain Sarah’s mouth. Once she found it, Sarah took her free hand and ran her fingertips over Cristina’s nipples, circling her now hard areolas, and caressing her breasts.
Since my wife’s shirt and bra were still on, I sat down on the sofa next to her and helped her take them off. With all restrictions now gone, the two women began discovering each other in earnest, spurred on by each other’s nakedness and being watched by their husbands.
Not entirely sure how to insert ourselves further in all of this, Jeff and I sat down next to our wives and began using our hands to pleasure them, moving in large circles at first, but soon smaller, more directed movements. The women responded by opening their legs as wide as possible. When they realized their legs closest to each other couldn’t move as much, Cristina lifted hers and set it over Sarah’s.
Both women were now thrusting their hips to match our fingers, which were now exploring inside them. As these movements continued, the women took turns caressing each others’ nipples with their hands, still liplocked on each other.
Next, Sarah moved her right hand down to mine and began massaging Cristina’s pussy herself. As soon as she did this, Cristina let out a gasp. Before we knew it, both ladies now had their hands on each others’ mounds and were fingering each other as they moaned with pleasure.
Once again, Jeff and I looked at each other. What should we do? We seemed stuck in having to choose between watching or in participating further.
Cristina spoke next. “Let’s go to the bedroom, yeah?” Sarah murmured in agreement.
The ladies stood, orienting themselves, and we all headed to their room. Once inside, the ladies both crashed on the bed, side by side, where they began kissing again, this time wrapping their legs around each other.
Jeff and I took our places on the outsides spooning our wives and rubbing our hands up and down their bodies. After a bit, my hand arrived on my wife’s ass and I took the opportunity to reach under it for her pussy where I began massing her slit from behind. She always liked that and tonight was no exception.
A few moments later she spoke, “I want Jeff to do that to me.”
Slightly shocked, but incredibly turned on, I asked, “Do you really?”
“Mmm”, she affirmed.
I looked at Jeff. “You heard the lady,” I said.
Jeff paused then extruded himself from his position behind Cristina, stood up, and swapped places with me. I nestled in behind Cristina who arched her back at my touch. She turned her head in my direction and began kissing me deeply. Judging by the sounds opposite us, Jeff and Sarah were now doing the same.
I was painfully hard at this point and I can only imagine Jeff was too. I guided Cristina’s hand behind her body to my very erect penis. She grabbed it, working her grip around it delicately, making her way down my shaft, caressing it all the way.
I was already dripping precum which she now began spreading around my head with her fingers in a swirling motion. After a few moments, she raised her outer leg, arched her back a bit more, and guided me lovingly inside her.
As I entered her she let out a warm groan. She was very, very warm. I began working myself in and out of her slowly, making sure to push myself in all the way until my head pushed against her cervix, then back out again all the way outside. Cristina was in heaven.
As I continued my slow thrusts, I propped myself up slightly and watched my wife lift her leg and guide Jeff’s head back and forth across her opening. She was in deep thought. After a few moments, she placed him at her entrance and backed her waist down against his thick shaft until she too was taking him in.
“Fuuuuuuck...” Jeff groaned.
“You like being inside me?” Sarah teased.
“Y...yeah,” Jeff said, “you feel amazing.”
The thrusting continued for both of us.
After what felt like ten minutes, Cristina pulled her hips away from mine and rolled over towards me. She pushed me over onto my back and crawled on top. With my hard cock directly beneath her, she lowered herself slowly onto the head, taking me inside. Her eyes rolled back into her head. “Oh....” she moaned. Every couple of strokes when I was all the way in, she’d press herself down fully with all the strength she could muster and rock her hips back and forth slowly, using my head to massage every square inch inside of her. She was extremely wet but also very, very tight.
Sarah and Jeff motioned to do the same. Jeff laid on his back next to me and I watched as my wife mounted him and guided him in. She smiled at him once he was fully inside, took his hands in hers, then pulled them above his head as she laid prostrate on top of him, kissing him deeply and grinding her pelvis onto his. The fact that she was older and more experienced showed. Jeff was short of breath, but she knew when to press harder and when to let up. My wife was reading him like an open book.
Soon, Cristina laid down on top of me as well, trying her best to grind her hips as I thrust upward with mine. The thought of filling up my younger brother’s tiny wife grew with each passing second. At times, I feared breaking her, but then she would raise herself, take some deep breaths, and then thrust her hips violently back and forth over my shaft.
“I hope we can do this every time we meet,” Sarah said to everyone and yet no one in particular. “Yeah”, we all replied, drunk with lust.
“Jeff,” Sarah continued, “I want you to cum inside me. Will that be okay?”
Jeff shot a look to Cristina, his eyes begging for permission.
“Only if you’ll cum inside me,” Cristina replied, as she looked down at me.
“I’m not waiting for a second opinion,” I blurted out, sitting up. “Switch positions with me?”
Cristina dismounted and rolled onto her back where I had been laying. I entered her from on top, my thrusts taking me deeper than I’d been before. Cristina moaned, then held out her hand to Sarah. “Come lay beside me,” she beckoned.
Sarah picked herself up off of Jeff and took his place on her back, scooting as close as possible next to Cristina until their shoulders touched.
As Jeff reinserted himself inside my wife, the ladies held each other’s hands and began kissing deeply, tongues flying every which way.
We continued like this for a few minutes when Jeff let us know he was going to cum.
“Let’s do it together,” Sarah suggested.
For the next couple of minutes, the pace of our thrusts increased, the ladies’ tongues probed deeper into each other mouths, and the smell of sex blanketed the room. I closed my eyes and focused, waiting for signs that my brother was at the point of no return.
A few seconds later...”Oh shit!”, he said, “I’m cumming!”
Sarah knew what to do. She pulled her knees to her chest and spread her legs and wide as she could, allowing his thrusts to penetrate as far as they could. “Right there,” Sarah said, “I want you to cum inside me as deep as you can.”
My mind raced. Seeing my brother inside my wife, his now rock-hard cock buSarahd inside her was something I’d fantasized about for a long time. And here I was doing the same with his tiny bride.
“Ungh!” I grunted. Cristina pulled me closer as I splayed her legs as wide as they would go. “I’m cumming too!”
My thrusts became slow and deep and within a few seconds I felt the orgasm overtaking me. Images of Cristina in her wedding dress flashed before my eyes, interspersed with her naked body beneath me in the present.
Jeff came too. He’d thrusted harder and faster until he couldn’t do more of either. When he climaxed, he thrust his pelvis forward, ejecting his seed into my Sarah. At the same time, she pulled him close and kissed him, his sperm, no doubt, still gushing out inside her.
After a few more seconds, the ladies leaned in once again and began kissing, lighter this time.
“You’re the best sister-in-law I could have asked for,” Sarah said to Cristina.
Cristina smiled in return. “You’re not bad yourself. Thanks for letting us come up and stay with you.”
“Of course,” Sarah responded. “If only you lived a bit closer, we could do this more often!”
Cristina smiled. “Yeah, that would be nice...”
With that, Jeff and I collapsed on both sides of the women.
“Anyone need some water?” I asked.
“Yes!” came the reply from everyone.
“Alright, hold tight,” I said, as I rolled off the edge of the bed and found my feet.
As I exited the room, I saw the ladies turned to each other and begin kissing again.
“What did we get ourselves into?” I thought to myself as I entered the living room and began searching for our cups.
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