Twin Sister Delights Chapter 4 Twin Sisters Anal Delight
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My wife’s sister, Gloria, was visiting for a few days. I know, I know – another story about being tempted by a sister-in-law. It’s not exactly like that. Not that I wasn’t immediately tempted.
She, first of all, is a knockout. A tennis coach, so she’s fit, but beyond that she’s beautiful. Striking eyes, high cheekbones and a long, supple neck. Many times really fit girls have these flat chests – and that’s fine, too, but she flaunts some very serious cleavage. And she’s usually wearing a tight sports bra and I don’t think her nipples ever get flat. Torture.
She and her husband live in the next state over, about five hours or so. They were having a spat of some sort, I didn’t ask about details. Ted has a bit of a wandering eye, so – who knows.
I work from home most days, my wife’s office is a little more than an hour away; hour-and-a-half with traffic. At that’s kind of the insane part. What on earth was my wife thinking having this gorgeous creature alone with me all day for a week? Of course I love her, and she can trust me but – son of a bitch!
To be fair, my wife – Anna, is very good looking as well, they are sisters after all. But the level of fitness just isn’t the same. She doesn’t need it for her work and she stays healthy without it. Look at it this way – take two Ferraris and use one for delivering pizzas, and set up the other up for the track. Both are fantastic, but while one will definitely keep things hot – maybe even steamy, the other one is going to be just a little bit faster and possibly a whole lot more fun. Especially if you’ve never driven it yourself, or even touched the interior…
Okay, stupid example and I got carried away – but maybe you get my point. Anyway, Gloria is tooling around my house wearing thin, second-skin, yoga pants and a top that might as well be boob-paint. She has a six-pack for Christ’s sake.
Alright – I’m no slob. I’m a runner but I’ve never managed more than this flat stomach. I lift twice a week, still, no Arnold – but I work at looking and more importantly, being fit. If they’re Ferraris then I’m maybe a 5-series BMW, except cheaper… and if there’s pizza – I’ll eat most of it.
Over and above the fact that my wife’s sister is attractive (did I mention that?), which is a plus – but on the other hand - she’s a houseguest; less of a plus. It means I’m not tooling around in my robe, or just underwear and no taking a shower at eleven. I’m having to get up relatively early, and shower so I’m somewhat presentable. I’m not walking around in a tuxedo, but I don’t want to look like a bum, either.
So the inevitable happens. It’s about eight in the morning and the wife has been gone for about an hour; beyond the “Oh I forgot something” timeframe. I’m freshly showered, wearing a towel, and I step out of the bathroom to make the diagonal five steps across the hallway into our bedroom – and walk directly into Gloria.
Literally directly into her – I am wearing a towel. I’d say “wearing a towel at least” but basically a towel to an aroused naked man is basically worse than nothing. After a full ten seconds of awkward contact she takes a long step backward and voila – “welcome to the party, Dick.” She’s wearing white underwear and a grey sweatshirt – that’s it. As I assess this, she’s already assessed my rod making a jerky transition through tented terry-cloth.
“There you are.” she says, ignoring the obvious with only her words, “I want to show you something.”
I hesitate for a second. I had mentally rehearsed such a moment – a few times, and had decided in a moment of marital obstinacy that I’d somehow decline. Decline or at least give declining a college try (a technical college). Picking up on my reluctance she shakes her head at me, and grinning says, “Jesus Andrew, I didn’t say ‘come shove that fat cock in me’!”
Even so, she grabbed the band of my towel, which was apparently on tightly enough – and directed me down the hall. Between that jostling; her fingers against my bare stomach - and hearing the words “shove” and “cock” come out of those full lips, my erection was complete and sizable. She let go once she knew I was chasing after her. Which I was.
We ended up in the living room, her digital camera was hooked up to the flat screen with a cable. She pointed to the couch. “Sit down.”
I did, arranging fabric and folds to an approximation of what would be decent for a man in a towel and feeling anything but. The lens was pointing away from me, so I figured she wasn’t recording and sure enough, she produced a small remote and a picture came on to the screen.
I tried to make sense of the image as she sat herself next to me – right next to me, as in blue terry-cloth against white cotton.
On the screen there was a room with a big leather sectional couch in it. The framing of the picture was such that the camera must have been relatively high up on a wall, and one edge and the opposite corner were obscured by something too close to be in focus. Okay – hidden camera of some kind, apparently. The image quality was pretty good, not HD but not bad, though no color. Probably optimized to maximize storage space. And it dawned on me where it was, “Your house, right?” I said, adding, “Nanny-cam?”
“Yes. And yes – just. Watch.” said Gloria, waving me to silence.
The image was darker, then lighter – same features in frame, then two figures stumbled into the room – there was no sound. A man and a woman. The man, fully dressed complete with tie. They were… at this point, it looked like they were horsing around – I could see a smile on his face. And then a smile on hers, judged by a flash of teeth in a few frames – which is about all she wore; the smile and a pair of light panties and a fancy bra. I know the difference, this was a “fuck me” set.
They were spinning around – the man… was Ted, which I’d guessed early on – Gloria’s husband… and the woman… I was thinking it was Gloria herself – this giving me a voyeuristic rise. But now that Ted had his back and side to the lens, Gloria was facing us. And she was obviously undoing Ted’s belt; pulling it through the loops and tossing it aside.
Only it wasn’t Gloria – it was Gloria’s sister. As in Gloria’s sister Anna - my wife. The cold awareness stabbed into me – but I kept watching.
By now, the pants were being pulled free, hindered by the last-second removal of a shoe. And I, stunned, sat back and watched my wife sit onto the couch and begin stroking Ted’s cock, now pointing straight forward. Gripping it with two hands – Ted is well-equipped, apparently - for an older Buick, she drove him into her mouth.
And the picture froze, Gloria’s finger poised on the pause button. My mind provided the zoom lens, seeing only her wet lips around the head of another man’s cock.
That brought me out of my iced stupor and the emotions flooded in. Anger, turned to rage, turned to confused anger; an emotional cocktail marinating my brain and heart. Gloria was looking at me with an expression of – compassion? Evaluation? Waiting for me to come to some sort of emotional equilibrium - that probably wasn’t going to happen for a while.
“And you are showing me this… why?” I asked, still holding back a phalanx of what was now primarily – who knows.
She took my hand, then the other, in hers. Her voice was liquid sweetness, “When I first saw this I watched it alone. And you know the feelings spinning around in that head of yours? – Same thing. But it will stop spinning soon and it will start drilling. And it will hurt.”
I could hear her words, but the emotions were in fact spinning quite loudly. I tried not to look toward the screen.
“It took maybe a half-hour before the rug started to come out from under me. I don’t know how it is with men, but I can imagine it’s uglier. Anyway, in the days after seeing this for the first time I did some things. Some things that I’m not proud of…”
I interrupted her, “To Ted – is Ted alright?” I had a momentary moment of panic, since I don’t really stay in contact with him, not so much for concern but that I would miss the option of beating the shit out of him.
She looked at me as if I was stupid, “What? No, of course not.”
She gathered up her courage again and said, “But I wanted to get back at him so I did some things, with other men. With… eleven other men. So far.” She looked away, momentarily abashed, “But it hasn’t helped.”
She looked back into my eyes, and placed one hand on my thigh. I became aware that my hard-on had been constant.
She said, “And it won’t help you either. If you find eleven, or fifty other women and ‘do’ each one – it won’t matter. Even if you do something to Ted; hit him or something, it won’t help.”
“But I would very much like to hit him.” I said, managing a toothy smile that I did not feel.
She pointed the remote back toward the screen, pressed play – and she watched. I turned toward the image of my wife, that cock sliding deeper between her lips. I couldn’t look away.
“Only one thing helps.” she murmured, more to herself than to me.
Without taking her eyes from the screen, she placed the remote onto the table, and in nearly the same motion, pulled the sweatshirt up over her head. Her breasts, large and full, bounced slightly as they were released. Her areolas were so puffy they were like small saucers, somehow her sports bras had been hiding those from me.
She leaned back and began cupping her breasts. Then she was tugging at her nipples, soon making them bright pink and stiff – a small moan escaped her lips.
I have to admit, this turn of events took my mind off of her sister. But then I glanced back at the screen – Anna had seated herself onto the floor, leaning against the couch, and Ted was fucking her open mouth from above, one knee on the cushion behind her.
Feeling movement, I turned back toward Gloria (she was still pressed hotly up against me), she was tugging her panties down her long legs; when she lifted one ankle with the panties looped around it, I; running on autopilot, pulled them off for her. They were warm, damp – from another world. I tossed them onto the table. I found that I needed to adjust my cock again as it strained against its bonds; constricted in my towel.
“Just take it off.” she said, distractedly, one finger sliding up and down between her legs while she drank in the recording.
I found that I wanted to do exactly what she asked; tugging the knot of the towel away, flipping it and freeing my engorged cock.
I held the section of towel that had been around me out toward Gloria, “Lean up for a second.” Still without removing her focus from her husband fucking my wife’s face, she lifted her hips several inches. I slipped the edge of the towel under her ass; she pulled it the rest of the way across. I knew from experience that the leather would soon be uncomfortable against bare skin.
She turned her head toward me, but not her eyes, “Thanks.” then continued to finger her now swollen and glistening slit. The sound of her wetness explored was the soundtrack to her video.
My hard-on was now set to, “raging”, but I was somehow reluctant to jerk off in front of this girl, despite everything.
“Go ahead.” she said, reading my mind again. “This is a good part coming up.”
So, I grabbed a hold of my cock, it was so unyielding and stiff that I had to stroke it parallel to my stomach; painfully hard. Gloria lifted her leg, and rested it over my knee. It gave her the room she needed to get a finger deeper inside herself.
This spurred me on to a little faster pace. Which still did not match Gloria’s – she was definitely building up to her orgasm – only her first as it turned out.
“Good part?” I asked, already feeling the growing familiar pressure from behind my balls.
“Unh huh…” she said, panting – vibrating with passion. And whispering added, “I fucking love this part.” Her fingers sloshing into her pussy sounded - delicious.
I watched the screen. Ted was still over my wife, while she stroked his long tool. It snaked into her mouth, she took it in deeply, only to pull it out again and jerk it.
Her mouth was wide, and she was obviously in a lustful abandon – I could see her face clearly, and I’ve seen the expression dozens, maybe hundreds of times. Her free hand was occupying itself by cupping one breast, the nipple between forefinger and thumb.
Then a thick rope of cum slashed against and across the bridge of her nose – she kept beating Ted’s dick. She adjusted her extended tongue to catch the next splash. His cum was wet and copious, more of a stream than a spurt – her mouth was awash in semen. And the spurting continued; her chin and neck and tits were soon dripping with it. And I knew, because I know all of my wife’s expressions - she was deep in an orgasm of her own.
I don’t know how Ted managed so much cum – I do maybe a quarter of what he had dispensed. He was only just now slowing down; my wife pulling his tool back between her lips.
Beside me Gloria was crying out, it slipped into my awareness as a sound that had started earlier, but I’d only now acknowledged it. Her hips were thrust up, one hand was gripping a breast; the fingers pressed deeply into the flesh, and the other had two fingers buried into her pussy. She was shaking, panting – her own orgasm fading from her.
She relaxed onto the cushions, releasing a satisfied sigh and leaning her head against my shoulder. I was the only of the four still unsatisfied. I noticed she still had two fingers buried in her pussy.
“Don’t worry” she said, “there’s more.”
“Don’t worry?” I said, making it a question. “I want more?”
She nodded, “Yes. Trust me.”
And with the suddenness of edited cinema the figures were gone. Shadows came and went, couch pillows re-arranged themselves; curtains were drawn, opened and drawn closed again.
And a couple appeared laying on the couch; Ted completely naked and my wife wearing a dress – the lower part pulled up – underwear off, her shoes - high heels, still on. I recognized the outfit. I’d fucked her in it too. She’d bought it for a wedding three months ago. I let out a long sigh, my hand still around my raging cock.
And now Ted was over her - pounding into her small frame. She had one leg over the back of the couch, the other splayed out with the heel resting on the coffee table.
I glanced at Gloria, for once she wasn’t watching the couple, she was standing – I’m not surprised I hadn’t noticed her get up, and looking down at me. Specifically, staring at my cock.
“You ready?” she said, pressing one knee next to mine; prompting me. The other swung over and her hands were on my shoulders – her cunt poised above my now aching cock. She pressed her body against mine; first the firm breasts, her stomach – then my cockhead was at the entrance of her slit. I pulled her hips downward, hard – but her muscular resistance left me spearing her with luxuriating slowness.
“Mmmm – that’s the fix, right there.” I heard her say, the words cascading into a sigh of pleasure.
I hugged her deliciously tight body against me, thrusting my hips upward and off the couch. I ground her pussy against the base of my shaft, fucking her as deeply as our anatomy would allow. I felt my cock-head bottom out against her womb.
“Yesss, yessss….’ she was saying each time I drove into her. Over her shoulder the movie continued; small clips, one after the other. My wife over the arm of the couch with a look of ecstasy, Ted behind her, pounding. The angle meant that he was surely fucking her in the ass. “That fucking slut.” I thought to myself, realizing that it was without anger.
Another clip with Ted laying on the floor, Anna straddling him. First facing him, wearing a bikini, bottoms still on and slid aside - and then facing away wearing a T-shirt and no bottoms; lifting her ass and slamming it back down. Her tits were heaving, nipples visible through the fabric even at this resolution.
“You pieced all this together, didn’t you?” I murmured in Gloria’s ear.
She nodded once, “Uh huh.” then let out an a****listic groan, tucking her forehead into my neck.
I viewed another round of my wife, naked, sitting on her knees. Her face, neck and tits literally dripping with massive amounts of semen; Gloria’s husband jerking his cock above her. And then nearly the same scene with her in one of my favorite selections, a thin black high-necked sweater; her neck and tits highlighted in shiny wetness. The third was gratuitous; she was smiling widely, apparently amazed at the quantity of cum that covered the side of her face, her hair and along one forearm. Her shirt, unbuttoned and hanging loose – there was nothing for it to tuck in to since the panties were gone, revealed a dark bra.
I was thinking, “Probably the red one – she loves that red one.” She held her dripping hand in front of her face, laughing and shaking her head. And I found myself smiling, almost happy to be sharing in the care-free fun of the moment. Almost.
Gloria was kissing along my neck, moaning and grinding her hips to meet my thrusts. I had a moment of surreal reckoning as Gloria’s building orgasmic throws mirrored those of her sister; the same subtle moves, the same endearing sighs. I felt the load building inside me, felt that point of no return and in one large cathartic thrust - exploded into my wife’s sister’s volcanic pussy.
She, I knew, was cumming at the same time – her fingers dug into the skin at my shoulders as she arched her back and then literally cried out - shuddering, panting. I felt the muscles of her pussy vibrating as I continued to spurt - two, three times deep inside her.
And suddenly she was a rag doll, collapsing in my arms, shaking. She was sobbing. A few blubbery, nearly tearless cries only, her head nestled against my neck – but it was the cry of exhaustion, of relief - of a journey completed.
The screen showed only the empty room, overexposed in full sunlight. I put my arms around Gloria, consoling her – congratulating her – I don’t know which; both. And as for myself, I felt only a shadow of my rage; something akin to an irritation. An annoyance one feels at an unexpected complication, tempered by the excitement felt at a prospect of something new.
As I held her I felt her smile against my skin, “Thank you.” she said. I felt the slight weight of her as she fully relaxed against me.
As I formed the same words, my eyes fell upon one of the shelves in the opposite wall of our room. A small teddy bear was looking down at us, and incongruity among the worldly souvenirs and leather-bound books. Though I was suddenly disconcerted, new motion on the screen begged my attention – and kept it.
Ted was back; clad in a robe, my wife embracing him – clad in nothing. They were kissing, his hands roaming over her back, cupping the cheeks of her ass, then squeezing a breast as they kissed.
I felt Gloria disengage from me, pulling herself off of my still firm cock. She dripped hot syrup over one leg as she slid down my chest, kissing a path across my stomach. I felt her mouth on me, my cock growing instantly from firm to hard between her molten wet lips.
On the screen, Anna was pulling the robe from Ted’s shoulders; letting it fall.
And from the side of the frame a third figure entered. Without pausing, she – this time it was indeed Gloria - embraced my wife from behind, slipping her arms around her waist.
The inside of my chest suddenly played the role of mouse; crushed violently in the trap of sisters.
As I watched, Anna leaned back, finding Gloria’s mouth and their tongues met. Ted took one of my wife’s nipples into his mouth as she reached blindly for his erect cock; finding it and stroking.
Gloria had my cock deep into her throat now, her spit dripping down, mixing with my cum and her own juices.
A body stepped into the doorway – the doorway to the very room where Gloria and I now were. It was my wife. She was dressed in the long skirt and suit jacket she left in that morning, and she wore a passably contrite, if sly, smile.
Wordlessly, and without hurry, she pulled off the jacket; sliding it from her shoulders and letting gravity take it. Next was the skirt, pulling the long zipper from the side, undoing a snap - and letting it drop to pool around her high heels. She kept her eyes on mine the whole time.
Her sister continued to pump my cock while bringing her mouth up and down its length, alternating this with long, wet licks.
Slowly, the buttons revealed the familiar busty chest, her skin flushed – and then the blouse was beyond memory.
She remained framed by the doorway, clad in my favorite “fuck me” ensemble; a white pair of sheer panties with the embroidered silhouette of a pink kitten – right where it should be, and the matching white bra with pink trim and small bow bent in her ample cleavage. Glossy black boots, unremarkable when combined with the long skirt, now conveyed a specific intention I knew would be perfect for the occasion.
Reading my face, she let her grin broaden.
I responded with a grunt and came into her sister’s throat, who gasped pulling away – allowing a thick stream to erupt and slap against the side of her head and up into her hair. As my wife approached us, another spurt caught Gloria in the neck when she turned to acknowledge her sister. And then there was another jet, Gloria let out a small excited giggle as it sprayed over her upper lip and nose while she attempted to bring her mouth back down. She began to shudder, a moan escaping from around her occupied lips, she released my tool; both palms on the tops of my thighs, fingers outstretched - and I knew an orgasm of her own had taken her.
Gloria was now kneeling next to her sister, her small hand on her bare shoulder - as yet again, my balls tightened and I came from deep inside me – filling Gloria’s mouth to overflow. Immediately, almost comically, another eruption burst from me – causing her to pop off my shaft, a mouthful of semen streaming from her as she came up; she attempted to catch it in her hands, splashing it wetly over herself and me.
Finally expended, I collapsed back onto the cushion. It was literally the most I’ve ever cum in my life – easily twice as much, maybe three times - more.
A single tear of cum dripped from one side of my wife’s pink bow. Beside her, Gloria had one eye shut, a fat line of cum dripping from eyebrow and eyelash, and down her face. Her thickly-covered lips spread in a wide, coated-tooth, grin. She kept opening and closing her mouth, unable to breathe through her nose, sucking in and swallowing more cum as she discovered it under her tongue, or between cheek and gum.
I’d never seen a woman, in real life, and only moments ago on video - so covered. Her hair was matted against one side of her head. Then she noticed her hands, spreading her fingers wide and seeing the semen bridge between them.
She offered those hands, in what struck me as a practiced, nonchalant gesture, to her sister.
Anna began licking Gloria’s painted fingernails, then brought each finger to her mouth in turn. I lay back, relaxed and at peace as my wife made delicate work of licking my cum from her sister’s skin.
There was so much, but I savored every second of the show – hoping it would last forever. Even then, I knew there would be plenty more where that came from.
My wife’s sister, Gloria, was visiting for a few days. I know, I know – another story about being tempted by a sister-in-law. It’s not exactly like that. Not that I wasn’t immediately tempted.
She, first of all, is a knockout. A tennis coach, so she’s fit, but beyond that she’s beautiful. Striking eyes, high cheekbones and a long, supple neck. Many times really fit girls have these flat chests – and that’s fine, too, but she flaunts some very serious cleavage. And she’s usually wearing a tight sports bra and I don’t think her nipples ever get flat. Torture.
She and her husband live in the next state over, about five hours or so. They were having a spat of some sort, I didn’t ask about details. Ted has a bit of a wandering eye, so – who knows.
I work from home most days, my wife’s office is a little more than an hour away; hour-and-a-half with traffic. At that’s kind of the insane part. What on earth was my wife thinking having this gorgeous creature alone with me all day for a week? Of course I love her, and she can trust me but – son of a bitch!
To be fair, my wife – Anna, is very good looking as well, they are sisters after all. But the level of fitness just isn’t the same. She doesn’t need it for her work and she stays healthy without it. Look at it this way – take two Ferraris and use one for delivering pizzas, and set up the other up for the track. Both are fantastic, but while one will definitely keep things hot – maybe even steamy, the other one is going to be just a little bit faster and possibly a whole lot more fun. Especially if you’ve never driven it yourself, or even touched the interior…
Okay, stupid example and I got carried away – but maybe you get my point. Anyway, Gloria is tooling around my house wearing thin, second-skin, yoga pants and a top that might as well be boob-paint. She has a six-pack for Christ’s sake.
Alright – I’m no slob. I’m a runner but I’ve never managed more than this flat stomach. I lift twice a week, still, no Arnold – but I work at looking and more importantly, being fit. If they’re Ferraris then I’m maybe a 5-series BMW, except cheaper… and if there’s pizza – I’ll eat most of it.
Over and above the fact that my wife’s sister is attractive (did I mention that?), which is a plus – but on the other hand - she’s a houseguest; less of a plus. It means I’m not tooling around in my robe, or just underwear and no taking a shower at eleven. I’m having to get up relatively early, and shower so I’m somewhat presentable. I’m not walking around in a tuxedo, but I don’t want to look like a bum, either.
So the inevitable happens. It’s about eight in the morning and the wife has been gone for about an hour; beyond the “Oh I forgot something” timeframe. I’m freshly showered, wearing a towel, and I step out of the bathroom to make the diagonal five steps across the hallway into our bedroom – and walk directly into Gloria.
Literally directly into her – I am wearing a towel. I’d say “wearing a towel at least” but basically a towel to an aroused naked man is basically worse than nothing. After a full ten seconds of awkward contact she takes a long step backward and voila – “welcome to the party, Dick.” She’s wearing white underwear and a grey sweatshirt – that’s it. As I assess this, she’s already assessed my rod making a jerky transition through tented terry-cloth.
“There you are.” she says, ignoring the obvious with only her words, “I want to show you something.”
I hesitate for a second. I had mentally rehearsed such a moment – a few times, and had decided in a moment of marital obstinacy that I’d somehow decline. Decline or at least give declining a college try (a technical college). Picking up on my reluctance she shakes her head at me, and grinning says, “Jesus Andrew, I didn’t say ‘come shove that fat cock in me’!”
Even so, she grabbed the band of my towel, which was apparently on tightly enough – and directed me down the hall. Between that jostling; her fingers against my bare stomach - and hearing the words “shove” and “cock” come out of those full lips, my erection was complete and sizable. She let go once she knew I was chasing after her. Which I was.
We ended up in the living room, her digital camera was hooked up to the flat screen with a cable. She pointed to the couch. “Sit down.”
I did, arranging fabric and folds to an approximation of what would be decent for a man in a towel and feeling anything but. The lens was pointing away from me, so I figured she wasn’t recording and sure enough, she produced a small remote and a picture came on to the screen.
I tried to make sense of the image as she sat herself next to me – right next to me, as in blue terry-cloth against white cotton.
On the screen there was a room with a big leather sectional couch in it. The framing of the picture was such that the camera must have been relatively high up on a wall, and one edge and the opposite corner were obscured by something too close to be in focus. Okay – hidden camera of some kind, apparently. The image quality was pretty good, not HD but not bad, though no color. Probably optimized to maximize storage space. And it dawned on me where it was, “Your house, right?” I said, adding, “Nanny-cam?”
“Yes. And yes – just. Watch.” said Gloria, waving me to silence.
The image was darker, then lighter – same features in frame, then two figures stumbled into the room – there was no sound. A man and a woman. The man, fully dressed complete with tie. They were… at this point, it looked like they were horsing around – I could see a smile on his face. And then a smile on hers, judged by a flash of teeth in a few frames – which is about all she wore; the smile and a pair of light panties and a fancy bra. I know the difference, this was a “fuck me” set.
They were spinning around – the man… was Ted, which I’d guessed early on – Gloria’s husband… and the woman… I was thinking it was Gloria herself – this giving me a voyeuristic rise. But now that Ted had his back and side to the lens, Gloria was facing us. And she was obviously undoing Ted’s belt; pulling it through the loops and tossing it aside.
Only it wasn’t Gloria – it was Gloria’s sister. As in Gloria’s sister Anna - my wife. The cold awareness stabbed into me – but I kept watching.
By now, the pants were being pulled free, hindered by the last-second removal of a shoe. And I, stunned, sat back and watched my wife sit onto the couch and begin stroking Ted’s cock, now pointing straight forward. Gripping it with two hands – Ted is well-equipped, apparently - for an older Buick, she drove him into her mouth.
And the picture froze, Gloria’s finger poised on the pause button. My mind provided the zoom lens, seeing only her wet lips around the head of another man’s cock.
That brought me out of my iced stupor and the emotions flooded in. Anger, turned to rage, turned to confused anger; an emotional cocktail marinating my brain and heart. Gloria was looking at me with an expression of – compassion? Evaluation? Waiting for me to come to some sort of emotional equilibrium - that probably wasn’t going to happen for a while.
“And you are showing me this… why?” I asked, still holding back a phalanx of what was now primarily – who knows.
She took my hand, then the other, in hers. Her voice was liquid sweetness, “When I first saw this I watched it alone. And you know the feelings spinning around in that head of yours? – Same thing. But it will stop spinning soon and it will start drilling. And it will hurt.”
I could hear her words, but the emotions were in fact spinning quite loudly. I tried not to look toward the screen.
“It took maybe a half-hour before the rug started to come out from under me. I don’t know how it is with men, but I can imagine it’s uglier. Anyway, in the days after seeing this for the first time I did some things. Some things that I’m not proud of…”
I interrupted her, “To Ted – is Ted alright?” I had a momentary moment of panic, since I don’t really stay in contact with him, not so much for concern but that I would miss the option of beating the shit out of him.
She looked at me as if I was stupid, “What? No, of course not.”
She gathered up her courage again and said, “But I wanted to get back at him so I did some things, with other men. With… eleven other men. So far.” She looked away, momentarily abashed, “But it hasn’t helped.”
She looked back into my eyes, and placed one hand on my thigh. I became aware that my hard-on had been constant.
She said, “And it won’t help you either. If you find eleven, or fifty other women and ‘do’ each one – it won’t matter. Even if you do something to Ted; hit him or something, it won’t help.”
“But I would very much like to hit him.” I said, managing a toothy smile that I did not feel.
She pointed the remote back toward the screen, pressed play – and she watched. I turned toward the image of my wife, that cock sliding deeper between her lips. I couldn’t look away.
“Only one thing helps.” she murmured, more to herself than to me.
Without taking her eyes from the screen, she placed the remote onto the table, and in nearly the same motion, pulled the sweatshirt up over her head. Her breasts, large and full, bounced slightly as they were released. Her areolas were so puffy they were like small saucers, somehow her sports bras had been hiding those from me.
She leaned back and began cupping her breasts. Then she was tugging at her nipples, soon making them bright pink and stiff – a small moan escaped her lips.
I have to admit, this turn of events took my mind off of her sister. But then I glanced back at the screen – Anna had seated herself onto the floor, leaning against the couch, and Ted was fucking her open mouth from above, one knee on the cushion behind her.
Feeling movement, I turned back toward Gloria (she was still pressed hotly up against me), she was tugging her panties down her long legs; when she lifted one ankle with the panties looped around it, I; running on autopilot, pulled them off for her. They were warm, damp – from another world. I tossed them onto the table. I found that I needed to adjust my cock again as it strained against its bonds; constricted in my towel.
“Just take it off.” she said, distractedly, one finger sliding up and down between her legs while she drank in the recording.
I found that I wanted to do exactly what she asked; tugging the knot of the towel away, flipping it and freeing my engorged cock.
I held the section of towel that had been around me out toward Gloria, “Lean up for a second.” Still without removing her focus from her husband fucking my wife’s face, she lifted her hips several inches. I slipped the edge of the towel under her ass; she pulled it the rest of the way across. I knew from experience that the leather would soon be uncomfortable against bare skin.
She turned her head toward me, but not her eyes, “Thanks.” then continued to finger her now swollen and glistening slit. The sound of her wetness explored was the soundtrack to her video.
My hard-on was now set to, “raging”, but I was somehow reluctant to jerk off in front of this girl, despite everything.
“Go ahead.” she said, reading my mind again. “This is a good part coming up.”
So, I grabbed a hold of my cock, it was so unyielding and stiff that I had to stroke it parallel to my stomach; painfully hard. Gloria lifted her leg, and rested it over my knee. It gave her the room she needed to get a finger deeper inside herself.
This spurred me on to a little faster pace. Which still did not match Gloria’s – she was definitely building up to her orgasm – only her first as it turned out.
“Good part?” I asked, already feeling the growing familiar pressure from behind my balls.
“Unh huh…” she said, panting – vibrating with passion. And whispering added, “I fucking love this part.” Her fingers sloshing into her pussy sounded - delicious.
I watched the screen. Ted was still over my wife, while she stroked his long tool. It snaked into her mouth, she took it in deeply, only to pull it out again and jerk it.
Her mouth was wide, and she was obviously in a lustful abandon – I could see her face clearly, and I’ve seen the expression dozens, maybe hundreds of times. Her free hand was occupying itself by cupping one breast, the nipple between forefinger and thumb.
Then a thick rope of cum slashed against and across the bridge of her nose – she kept beating Ted’s dick. She adjusted her extended tongue to catch the next splash. His cum was wet and copious, more of a stream than a spurt – her mouth was awash in semen. And the spurting continued; her chin and neck and tits were soon dripping with it. And I knew, because I know all of my wife’s expressions - she was deep in an orgasm of her own.
I don’t know how Ted managed so much cum – I do maybe a quarter of what he had dispensed. He was only just now slowing down; my wife pulling his tool back between her lips.
Beside me Gloria was crying out, it slipped into my awareness as a sound that had started earlier, but I’d only now acknowledged it. Her hips were thrust up, one hand was gripping a breast; the fingers pressed deeply into the flesh, and the other had two fingers buried into her pussy. She was shaking, panting – her own orgasm fading from her.
She relaxed onto the cushions, releasing a satisfied sigh and leaning her head against my shoulder. I was the only of the four still unsatisfied. I noticed she still had two fingers buried in her pussy.
“Don’t worry” she said, “there’s more.”
“Don’t worry?” I said, making it a question. “I want more?”
She nodded, “Yes. Trust me.”
And with the suddenness of edited cinema the figures were gone. Shadows came and went, couch pillows re-arranged themselves; curtains were drawn, opened and drawn closed again.
And a couple appeared laying on the couch; Ted completely naked and my wife wearing a dress – the lower part pulled up – underwear off, her shoes - high heels, still on. I recognized the outfit. I’d fucked her in it too. She’d bought it for a wedding three months ago. I let out a long sigh, my hand still around my raging cock.
And now Ted was over her - pounding into her small frame. She had one leg over the back of the couch, the other splayed out with the heel resting on the coffee table.
I glanced at Gloria, for once she wasn’t watching the couple, she was standing – I’m not surprised I hadn’t noticed her get up, and looking down at me. Specifically, staring at my cock.
“You ready?” she said, pressing one knee next to mine; prompting me. The other swung over and her hands were on my shoulders – her cunt poised above my now aching cock. She pressed her body against mine; first the firm breasts, her stomach – then my cockhead was at the entrance of her slit. I pulled her hips downward, hard – but her muscular resistance left me spearing her with luxuriating slowness.
“Mmmm – that’s the fix, right there.” I heard her say, the words cascading into a sigh of pleasure.
I hugged her deliciously tight body against me, thrusting my hips upward and off the couch. I ground her pussy against the base of my shaft, fucking her as deeply as our anatomy would allow. I felt my cock-head bottom out against her womb.
“Yesss, yessss….’ she was saying each time I drove into her. Over her shoulder the movie continued; small clips, one after the other. My wife over the arm of the couch with a look of ecstasy, Ted behind her, pounding. The angle meant that he was surely fucking her in the ass. “That fucking slut.” I thought to myself, realizing that it was without anger.
Another clip with Ted laying on the floor, Anna straddling him. First facing him, wearing a bikini, bottoms still on and slid aside - and then facing away wearing a T-shirt and no bottoms; lifting her ass and slamming it back down. Her tits were heaving, nipples visible through the fabric even at this resolution.
“You pieced all this together, didn’t you?” I murmured in Gloria’s ear.
She nodded once, “Uh huh.” then let out an a****listic groan, tucking her forehead into my neck.
I viewed another round of my wife, naked, sitting on her knees. Her face, neck and tits literally dripping with massive amounts of semen; Gloria’s husband jerking his cock above her. And then nearly the same scene with her in one of my favorite selections, a thin black high-necked sweater; her neck and tits highlighted in shiny wetness. The third was gratuitous; she was smiling widely, apparently amazed at the quantity of cum that covered the side of her face, her hair and along one forearm. Her shirt, unbuttoned and hanging loose – there was nothing for it to tuck in to since the panties were gone, revealed a dark bra.
I was thinking, “Probably the red one – she loves that red one.” She held her dripping hand in front of her face, laughing and shaking her head. And I found myself smiling, almost happy to be sharing in the care-free fun of the moment. Almost.
Gloria was kissing along my neck, moaning and grinding her hips to meet my thrusts. I had a moment of surreal reckoning as Gloria’s building orgasmic throws mirrored those of her sister; the same subtle moves, the same endearing sighs. I felt the load building inside me, felt that point of no return and in one large cathartic thrust - exploded into my wife’s sister’s volcanic pussy.
She, I knew, was cumming at the same time – her fingers dug into the skin at my shoulders as she arched her back and then literally cried out - shuddering, panting. I felt the muscles of her pussy vibrating as I continued to spurt - two, three times deep inside her.
And suddenly she was a rag doll, collapsing in my arms, shaking. She was sobbing. A few blubbery, nearly tearless cries only, her head nestled against my neck – but it was the cry of exhaustion, of relief - of a journey completed.
The screen showed only the empty room, overexposed in full sunlight. I put my arms around Gloria, consoling her – congratulating her – I don’t know which; both. And as for myself, I felt only a shadow of my rage; something akin to an irritation. An annoyance one feels at an unexpected complication, tempered by the excitement felt at a prospect of something new.
As I held her I felt her smile against my skin, “Thank you.” she said. I felt the slight weight of her as she fully relaxed against me.
As I formed the same words, my eyes fell upon one of the shelves in the opposite wall of our room. A small teddy bear was looking down at us, and incongruity among the worldly souvenirs and leather-bound books. Though I was suddenly disconcerted, new motion on the screen begged my attention – and kept it.
Ted was back; clad in a robe, my wife embracing him – clad in nothing. They were kissing, his hands roaming over her back, cupping the cheeks of her ass, then squeezing a breast as they kissed.
I felt Gloria disengage from me, pulling herself off of my still firm cock. She dripped hot syrup over one leg as she slid down my chest, kissing a path across my stomach. I felt her mouth on me, my cock growing instantly from firm to hard between her molten wet lips.
On the screen, Anna was pulling the robe from Ted’s shoulders; letting it fall.
And from the side of the frame a third figure entered. Without pausing, she – this time it was indeed Gloria - embraced my wife from behind, slipping her arms around her waist.
The inside of my chest suddenly played the role of mouse; crushed violently in the trap of sisters.
As I watched, Anna leaned back, finding Gloria’s mouth and their tongues met. Ted took one of my wife’s nipples into his mouth as she reached blindly for his erect cock; finding it and stroking.
Gloria had my cock deep into her throat now, her spit dripping down, mixing with my cum and her own juices.
A body stepped into the doorway – the doorway to the very room where Gloria and I now were. It was my wife. She was dressed in the long skirt and suit jacket she left in that morning, and she wore a passably contrite, if sly, smile.
Wordlessly, and without hurry, she pulled off the jacket; sliding it from her shoulders and letting gravity take it. Next was the skirt, pulling the long zipper from the side, undoing a snap - and letting it drop to pool around her high heels. She kept her eyes on mine the whole time.
Her sister continued to pump my cock while bringing her mouth up and down its length, alternating this with long, wet licks.
Slowly, the buttons revealed the familiar busty chest, her skin flushed – and then the blouse was beyond memory.
She remained framed by the doorway, clad in my favorite “fuck me” ensemble; a white pair of sheer panties with the embroidered silhouette of a pink kitten – right where it should be, and the matching white bra with pink trim and small bow bent in her ample cleavage. Glossy black boots, unremarkable when combined with the long skirt, now conveyed a specific intention I knew would be perfect for the occasion.
Reading my face, she let her grin broaden.
I responded with a grunt and came into her sister’s throat, who gasped pulling away – allowing a thick stream to erupt and slap against the side of her head and up into her hair. As my wife approached us, another spurt caught Gloria in the neck when she turned to acknowledge her sister. And then there was another jet, Gloria let out a small excited giggle as it sprayed over her upper lip and nose while she attempted to bring her mouth back down. She began to shudder, a moan escaping from around her occupied lips, she released my tool; both palms on the tops of my thighs, fingers outstretched - and I knew an orgasm of her own had taken her.
Gloria was now kneeling next to her sister, her small hand on her bare shoulder - as yet again, my balls tightened and I came from deep inside me – filling Gloria’s mouth to overflow. Immediately, almost comically, another eruption burst from me – causing her to pop off my shaft, a mouthful of semen streaming from her as she came up; she attempted to catch it in her hands, splashing it wetly over herself and me.
Finally expended, I collapsed back onto the cushion. It was literally the most I’ve ever cum in my life – easily twice as much, maybe three times - more.
A single tear of cum dripped from one side of my wife’s pink bow. Beside her, Gloria had one eye shut, a fat line of cum dripping from eyebrow and eyelash, and down her face. Her thickly-covered lips spread in a wide, coated-tooth, grin. She kept opening and closing her mouth, unable to breathe through her nose, sucking in and swallowing more cum as she discovered it under her tongue, or between cheek and gum.
I’d never seen a woman, in real life, and only moments ago on video - so covered. Her hair was matted against one side of her head. Then she noticed her hands, spreading her fingers wide and seeing the semen bridge between them.
She offered those hands, in what struck me as a practiced, nonchalant gesture, to her sister.
Anna began licking Gloria’s painted fingernails, then brought each finger to her mouth in turn. I lay back, relaxed and at peace as my wife made delicate work of licking my cum from her sister’s skin.
There was so much, but I savored every second of the show – hoping it would last forever. Even then, I knew there would be plenty more where that came from.
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