Marie and I have been married for over nine years. Basic math puts us both in our mid thirties. Marie is a terrific partner. She’s not the most attractive woman on the block but neither am I a studly looking man. To me she’s beautiful. She’s five-eight in stocking feet with a mature body that has a little extra bulk in all the right places. She wears her hair short and, with makeup and a form fitting dress, she turns heads at a party. Her breasts are only average sized but the way she pushes them up and creates cleavage when we go out makes most men pant, even me. I think women believe she’s hot stuff since I frequently see them chastise their husbands and boy friends when they’re caught looking.

Before I met Marie, I had an extensive sex life. I took five years to finish university, four of them in a fraternity. Fraternity life centered around drinking and as much sex as possible. We didn’t allow freshman pledges. That was our way of insuring we never rushed anyone under eighteen and kept ahead of the law, at least as far as legal boozing and fucking.

We had a relationship with a sorority on campus. We went to each others parties, threw parties together and rushed pledges together. Both memberships had very high sex drives and, as long as we were fucking each other, a very liberal moral code. By the time I graduated, I probably had sex with at least fifty women, many of them more than once and sometimes more than one at a time.

The nature of the two organizations dictated that no member could be a virgin. We didn’t have a ‘no virgins need apply’ regulation but all the candidates needed to prove their non-virgin status or correct the situation before they could become members. I learned to be sensitive helping the virgins overcome their deficit.

All that stopped when I met Marie. Neither Marie nor I have wandered off the reservation since we met each other. I haven’t and I absolutely believe Marie hasn’t either. As soon as we met, Marie kept the pace sexually that I enjoyed with the fraternity and I’ve never looked back. She’s a pistol in bed and I would sense any change in her enthusiasm if she was getting her fantasies fulfilled elsewhere.

And that’s the driving force of our relationship, Marie’s fantasies.

We both fantasize about sexual stuff but Marie is the uncontested front-runner. She’s fantasized about everything from unique positions to role-playing. Incorporating her fantasies into our sex life has increased our pleasure immensely and prolonged our relationship.

So I wasn’t surprised when Marie brought up the subject of a fantasy she had over breakfast one Saturday morning. We were both a little beat after a long night of fantasizing and extreme fucking and I was only half-listening while trying to drink my second mug of coffee and munching on an overly large hunk of pound cake.

“Marty,” she started, “I’ve always shared my fantasies with you, haven’t I?”

“I believe that to be the case,” I mumbled.

“And they’ve always been good ones,” she added. “I mean, you’ve always found them to be entertaining and the sex has always been great.”

“I have and it has,” I said keeping my answers short in keeping with my condition.

“I have another fantasy I’d like to share with you,” she offered.

She said it in a way that seemed a little hesitant. She’s never been hesitant before about suggesting a fantasy so I became intrigued. “You seem unsure about mentioning it,” I said.

“Well, I’ve had it for a long time and I just haven’t had the courage to mention it before now.”

That was new. Now I was more than curious. “You shouldn’t be concerned. You’ve never failed to intrigue me before,” I stated.

“Well this is different and I’ve thought about it long enough that I just have to ask you about it.”

I put down my pound cake and coffee, sat back and said, “I’m all ears.”

“You know how I am, throwing myself into my fantasies and the sex is always better because I do,” she procrastinated.

I waited silently.

“Well, here’s the thing, I’d really like to watch you in bed with another woman. There I’ve said it,” she added.

Now it was my time to procrastinate. I didn’t know how to respond. Our sex life has always involved just us. “You mean you’d like to watch me fuck another woman?” I eventually asked.

“It doesn’t have be just fucking,” she said. “She could give you a blowjob, you could lick and suck her pussy and you might even fuck her in the ass,” she added.

“That’s a pretty comprehensive fantasy,” I thought. “You’ve obviously been thinking about this,” I said.

“I have. I’ve thought about it for a long time.”

“You really want me to fuck another woman in front of you?” I asked again.

“Just thinking about it turns me on,” she said. “I can’t imagine how excited I’d get watching the real thing.”

“You really want to make this happen.”

“I do. Lately, I can’t think of anything else.”

“Shit, woman. I’m having trouble digesting the possibility but I suppose it might bursa bayan eskort make everything more exciting. However, I’m really concerned that you may react negatively when confronted with the real thing and our relationship would dissolve in a sea of jealousy and recriminations.”

“I’ve thought about that and I’ve worked it out for myself. You slept with hundreds of women before we met and one more won’t make a difference to me no matter that it’s while we’re married. It’s my idea. How could I want it to happen and then get emotional about it happening?” she asked.

“I trust your instincts. I always have. Do you have a candidate?”

“Not really.”

“Then it’s going to be some time before it happens. Finding a candidate could be a problem.”

“I don’t have a candidate but I do have a possibility,” she explained.

“What’s the difference? Candidate. Possibility. A distinction without a difference.”

“I’ve not talked to her about it. I wanted to talk to you first. She’s not a candidate until she knows,” she explained.

“Okay,” I said conceding the point. Who is it?” I asked.

“Promise not to react when I tell you?” she asked.

“Okay. Who is it?” I asked again expecting the worst.


“Angelina? Your sister? You want me to fuck Angel? I’m dumbfounded.”

“Calm down. She’s perfect. You’ve know her for a long time. I know she fancies you and she’s coming off a long time relationship after the divorce and she needs a loving partner.”

“I can agree with all that but your sister! It’s crazy.”

“If she wasn’t my sister?”

“I could be convinced.”

“So, forget she’s my sister.”

“That’s not so easy. She’s in our family. What if she says something to someone? I’d hate to give up your mother’s gravy and spaghetti dinners.”

“Now your being silly. Angel knows lots of stuff about me and she’s never said a word. I trust her and I think you should trust her too. Besides, she’s got a killer body and I think you’ll have a lot of fun.”

“You’re starting to convince me. If you can deal with it I guess I can too. I’m getting hard just thinking about burying my face between her breasts.”

Marie threw a biscuit at me and said, “See, it’s already having a positive effect and I’ve been fantasying you burying your face between her thighs. I’ll talk to her later. Meanwhile, come with me and we’ll do something about your condition.”

That afternoon, Marie spent forty-five minutes on the phone with Angel.

“I told Angel about my fantasy and we talked about how it would work until she thought it was a good idea. Then I asked if she would be the woman in my fantasy,” Marie told me after the call.

“How did that go?” I asked.

“I don’t know exactly. She wants to think about it. I’m encouraged that she didn’t refuse immediately.”

“So we wait,” I stated obviously.

“So we wait,” echoed Marie.

Angel called an hour later.

Ten minutes after that, Marie was sitting on the sofa with me. “Angel is a go,” she said.

“That easy?”

“No. She was also concerned about the family relationship. I helped her understand how we felt about it and she came around. Then she admitted that she’s wondered for years about the strength of our relationship and came to the conclusion it was the sexual attraction. Then she said, and I quote, ‘I’ve wondered for years what it would be like to have sex with Martin and now you’re giving me the opportunity.'”

“For years?” I asked.

“That’s what she said,” said Marie.

“Jeezz, I didn’t know.”

“Neither did I.” added Marie.

“What’s next?” I asked.

“Angel is coming to visit next Friday for the weekend,” said Marie.

“Next Friday?” I asked stupidly.

“Yes, Friday.”

“That doesn’t give me much time to prepare,” I stated.

“I think you’ll find a way,” Marie said.

Time dragged waiting for Friday and then it was there too soon. I came home early from work Friday and Angel was already there, sitting on the sofa with Marie with cold adult beverages. It appeared that they weren’t their first since they were laughing and generally cutting up while waiting for me.

“Hey Marty,” called Angel as she leapt off the sofa, spilled some of her drink in the process, and ran to greet me. She threw her arms around my neck and planted a kiss perfectly on my lips. Marie jumped up to relieve Angel of her drink before she spilled more of it down my back.

Angel’s lips were soft and pliable. She parted her lips and licked my lips until I opened mine. She tasted wonderful. Just a hint of lime and tequila. When she finally let me go, I waved to Marie and staggered to my bedroom to change into casual clothing.

When I returned to the living room, Marie and Angel were back on the sofa and there was a third drink on the table in front of them. “For me?” I asked and I picked up the glass.

Marie nodded and I sat in a large chair facing them. Angelina looked terrific. bursa evi olan escort She was wearing a tight, aqua sweater that emphasized her breasts and a short flared skirt. I suspect that Marie had something to do with Angel’s choice of dress.

“Marie and I have been talking,” said Angel, “and I’m excited about being here. I’ve thought about little else all week and I can’t wait.”

“How does this work?” I asked. “Do you have a plan?” I asked of anyone who wanted to answer.

Marie said, “There’s no plan, Marty. Angel and I agree that things should develop naturally and what happens, happens.”

“I don’t suppose we have any differences in what the final event might be?” I asked.

“I don’t,” The women said simultaneously.

We laughed together. Marie stood up. “I need to attend to dinner. Why don’t you two get to know each other better,” she said as she left the room.

“Wow, it’s been a long time,” opened Angel. “I’ve missed you guys.”

“It has,” I said. “I’ve wondered when we were going to see you again.”

Angel got up, walked across the room and stood next to me. She radiated a clean smell that raised my blood pressure slightly. She leaned over and took my drink from my hand and put it on the floor somewhere behind me. Without warning, she turned and sat on my lap. I ended up with one arm around her waist and my left hand on her right knee.

When I got my breath back, she asked, “Okay?”

“Fine,” I answered.

“Marie shared that you like my breasts. What do you think about these babies?” Angel asked.

“Who can think,” I replied.

Angel laughed again, a wonderful ringing tone. “Those are not babies,” I went on. “They’re fully developed adult breasts.”

“Okay, adult breasts but you haven’t answered my question.”

“Angel,” I said. “We both know why you’re here. I’m delighted that you came and overjoyed that you brought your breasts with you. I can’t wait to explore and discover.”

Another laugh before she leaned over and kissed me again. She prolonged the kiss and my right hand began to caress her back and my left hand moved to her left breast to begin exploring. She pressed her lips against my lips and her breast against my hand. That’s when Marie came back to announce dinner was ready. She seemed non plussed about our activity except for a huge smile.

Dinner was excellent. Marie kept it light. Salad with grilled chicken and soup, a bottle of Merlot and a chocolate mousse for desert. Nothing heavy that would put us to sleep afterward.

Marie insisted on cleaning up alone after dinner and Angel and I returned to the living. “Where were we?” Angel asked.

I sat in an oversized chair on the other side of the living room. “I think I was here,” I said.

“It looks right to me,” said Angel as she followed me across the room. “And I was sitting in your lap, right?”

“Sounds right to me,” I confirmed.

Angel settled in, wiggling against my crotch and starting my motor. “I believe your hand was about here,” she said as she took my right hand and put it back on her left breast. “Ah, that feels right,” she said as she rested her head on my shoulder.

I massaged her back with my left hand and her breast with my right hand. Angel sighed, occasionally lifted her head to kiss me and wiggled her ass against my rising erection. I pulled her sweater from the waist of her skirt in the back and massaged on her bare skin underneath. Shortly thereafter, I did the same with the front of her sweater and squeezed her breast through her bra. My right hand found the clasp in the back of her bra. Angel kissed me and whispered, “Go for it,” in my ear. The hooks of her bra were easily opened and I rubbed her bare back without the interference of the bra straps.

In front, the easing of the bra’s tension allowed my hand to slide under the cup and her breast fell into my hand. My endorphins spiked as I felt the weight of her full breast. I’d held Marie’s breasts thousands of times and Angel was her sister but this felt different. Maybe it was the inappropriateness of stroking my sister-in-law’s breasts but it did feel wonderful and Angel’s response confirmed my feelings.

In a short while, Angel sat up on my lap and said, “This is just awkward,” and she grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it, and her bra, off over her head. She tossed the useless clothing aside and settled back on my lap and shoulder.

The vision of her naked breasts paralyzed me for a moment. I studied the slightly oval areola with the tiny bumps, the perfectly round nipple now stretched upward seeking a gentle touch, all sitting on wonderfully full, natural breasts that scarcely drooped on her chest. My amazement at the beauty of her breasts subsided and soon I was fondling her left breast and kissing the nipple on her right breast.

That’s when Marie came into the living room to announce that the dinner cleanup was complete. If she was startled by the tableau in front of her, she didn’t bursa rus escort show it. She merely smiled, walked over to us, kissed Angel, kissed me and, before she left, kissed Angel’s right breast and sucked her nipple for a second. As she left, she said, “I think I’ll go upstairs to read.”

We heard the bedroom door close and Angel said, “God, she’s beautiful and understanding.”

“Remember, this is her idea,” I reminded her.

“She’s never had a better one,” commented Angel as she wiggled down further on my lap.

Angel lay back stretched across my lap with her neck and shoulders on one arm of the oversized chair and her knees over the other arm. Displayed like that, I could use both hands on her breasts and wasted no time in doing just that. Whenever Angel puckered her lips, I leaned down and kissed her.

Her hips moved almost continuously against my erection. My left hand wandered down her body, under the hem of her skirt and up again towards her warm genitalia. I don’t know what I expected, maybe a naked pussy waiting for attention. Instead I encountered wet cotton panties. I used my fingers to press on the fabric of her panties until I could define her labia and the space between them. My fingers found the hard knob at the top of her groove and I circled it with my fingers.

“Another awkward moment,” she said softly. “I didn’t think far enough ahead or I would have left my panties in my dresser. See if you can pull them off,” she suggested.

I used my hand to tug on the waistband of her panties repeatedly on the front, back and sides of her panties. Despite my one handed approach, her panties moved slowly down, over her hips and, when she lifted her buttocks, over her ass until I had them collected on her upper thighs.

“I think I’ve got them now,” I said.

“Good work,” she said. “Finish the job.”

I reached under the hem of her skirt and pulled her panties down her thighs. They stuck in the gusset where most of the wetness was and I had to tug harder to free them. After that, I was able to move them easily down her legs and off her feet. I tossed the useless panties in the general direction of her sweater. When I moved my hand back up under her skirt, I was greeted by hot, anxious pussy lips. It took only a second for two of my fingers to slide into her excited vagina. I felt her entire body settle down on my fingers as she released her breath and relaxed on my lap.

Several minutes later, I was emphatically rubbing my fingers against the front of her vagina and she was shifting and pushing her hips against my hand. Without warning, she stiffened, held her breath and then exhaled forcefully before relaxing again in my lap. She sat up, kissed me with a passion missing from her earlier kisses and said, “I didn’t expect that.”

I didn’t comment but I supposed that she’d had an orgasm.

Angel got off my lap and settled on her knees in front of me. “This isn’t fair,” she mumbled as she pulled my shirt from my trousers, undid my belt, the button on my pants and slid the zipper all the way down. She grabbed the side of my trousers and pulled them and my underwear down to my thighs. That left my erection exposed. I suspect that was her goal since she immediately grabbed it with one hand and pulled it into her rapidly approaching mouth.

The suddenness of her action almost caused me to climax right then but I managed to limit it to a small amount of pre-cum which she rapidly spread around the head of my cock with her tongue. With her other hand and her feet she pushed my trousers down to my ankles before she stood up, straddled my lap facing me and settled down with me buried inside her.

“We were supposed to do this with Marie watching,” I whispered to her.

“I know but I couldn’t wait. She’ll get her show. Think of this as the dress rehearsal.”

For the next ten minutes we rutted like wild animals. She turned around at some point and pounded me into her from behind. When she turned around a second time, I kicked off my trousers, picked her up, carried her across the room and laid her gently on the sofa where I began to push into her. She lifted her legs until she had them on my shoulders. I pushed her thighs together to increase the pressure she had on my erection as it slid in and out of her.

When I felt the inevitable beginning to happen, I warned her and asked where I should be when I came.

“Inside me. I want you to cum inside me,” she managed to say between strokes.

She reached down and began to rub her clitoris in rapid circles. Her efforts paid off and I felt her orgasm hit as I pushed into her for the last time before my climax.

I lay on top of her, out of breath and out of bullets. I sat up and helped her get her leg out from behind me. Angel sat up alongside me. “Damn,” she said. “I can see why you and Marie have such a long relationship.”

“And that’s before you add in fantasizing,” I added.

“Will you marry me?” asked Angel.

“Damn, woman, of all the things you could ask me that I would do willingly, that’s the one thing I have to decline. I’d do if it was legal and I’m sure Marie would love it but I love Marie and we’re in it for the long monogamous haul, until recently. However, before the weekend is over, we may be able to find some mutually agreeable accommodation.”

“Damn and goodie,” she said.

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