by R. C. Curtis
Kelly said she loved it. She said there was nothing better than lying in between two men; that she was never happier and never felt more protected.
And she played with both our cocks all night, whether we were awake or asleep.
And of course, just because we all slept together in a king sized bed didn’t mean that’s where all the sex happened.
One evening we were having a little wine after dinner, sitting on the edge of the pool. The guys were wearing shorts and shirts. Kelly had on this little sundress that buttoned all the way down the front. She wore it Kelly style, which means most of the buttons were undone.
We had our feet in the water, lazily kicking, Kelly in between us. Kelly was teasing, being her flirty self when she gave Brandon a long, lingering kiss. The she turned to me and did the same thing, a long soft wet kiss, just enough to really get your attention. We broke it off, and she cooed softly to me, then turned back to Brandon and kissed him again, the same way. Longer this time, and with a little bit of her tongue in it. Then she turned back to me, and gave me the identical kiss.
She was already giggling, but she didn’t stop. She alternated kissing us both in turn, and Brandon and I began to compete to see if we could keep her kissing us and not turn back to the other guy. She was getting the deep slow kisses she really loves, and she giggled when we tried to convince her to stay longer on our mouths. We held her shoulders, caressed her, and whispered little endearments after each kiss.
“You guys really get to a girl,” said Kelly. “I hardly know which way to turn.”
“Turn this way,” said Brandon. “You know you want to.”
“You’ve got eager lips whichever way you turn,” I said. “You won’t be disappointed.”
“Not if I turn around,” said Kelly. She turned and stood up. “Look there’s no one here. Or here, or here,” she said, turning and twisting behind us.”
I jumped up first.
Kelly saw the look in my eye. “You’ll have to catch me first,” she said, and started to run to the house.
I was on her in three steps. She squealed as I caught her from behind, and wrapped my arms around her waist. I grabbed her arms and turned her around. Brandon came up now, to Kelly as I held her pinned. “Oh,” she said. “I guess there’s someone here.”
Brandon took her face in one hand and kissed her. Then he let go, and started to unbutton the remaining buttons of her dress.
I held her tightly. Kelly didn’t move.
Brandon undid the last button and opened her dress. Kelly was nude underneath. He slide it off her shoulders. It would have fallen to the ground if not for my hands locked on her arms.
“What else can we find to kiss?” he murmured to her, and knelt in front of her.
Kelly gave a sigh as he leaned forward and pressed his face into her pussy. He burrowed in, probing with his tongue. Kelly opened her legs for him, as much as she could. She did not stir in my grip.
I couldn’t see what Brandon was doing, but I could feel the effect his tongue had on Kelly in my grip. She wriggled and squirmed, and gasped in little short breaths.
I let go of her arms and her dress fell to the ground. I wrapped one of her arms around my neck, and I took her leg right behind the knee and lifted her leg up, spreading her wide open for Brandon. I still held her immobile and helpless, but now Brandon had full access to her pussy and clitoris, and he took advantage of his chance.
Kelly moaned and twisted as Brandon’s tongue explored her incessantly. He moaned his own appreciation for her womanhood, as he wordlessly centered in on her clit.
Kelly writhed with pent up desire. She threw her head back, and then, balanced on one leg, the other held open by me, her arm around my neck, she shuddered and came. Brandon backed away, watching her spread open for him. Kelly gasped, trying to pull her thighs together. Without thinking I just swept her up into my arms, like I was going to carry her across the threshold, and she clung to me with both arms around my neck, her face buried in my chest, as her final spams of pleasure clawed through her.
I carried her to the pool, and went down into the water. Brandon, already naked, followed us. I set her down on her wobbly legs waist deep in the water. Again I held her from behind as Brandon approached. His cock was stiff and thick just above the water. Kelly’s pussy was just under the water. He moved in front of her and lifted her his up as I held her arms, and slid her onto his cock. He held her hips and fucked her, as Kelly leaned back against me, her legs wrapped around his hips. Every thrust sent her bouncing back against me. I steadied myself, leaning forward. I slid one arm around her belly, lifting her up, her breasts bouncing on the top of my arm as Brandon battered her pussy.
Waves rippled out from us. I held my wife firmly for her lover to fuck, and listened to her gasping cries of pleasure with his cock driving deep into her, dragging its own pleasure from her body.
I reached around and caught one breast in my hand, kneading it, squeezing Kelly’s nipple, helping her surge up to the next level of ecstasy. Kelly was quite vocal, begging to be fucked and pleading for him to make her come. I noticed at least two orgasms, possibly more. Afterwards Kelly couldn’t remember, as she seemed to be in one continuous orgasmic state.
Brandon staggered, and stopped for a moment. “Your turn,” he gasped, lifting Kelly up and off his cock. Kelly whimpered as he held her up for me, and I let go of Kelly to slide my cock into her from behind. I took a few slow strokes, and then caught up to Brandon’s pace. He had been driving deep into Kelly, past her cervix, but from my angle I was striking right along her g-spot. Brandon took a step back, watching, and I pulled Kelly fully upright, fucking her from behind with my arm around her neck. Each thrust lifted her off her feet in the pool, and she dropped back down with a bounce. And each thrust surged along her g-spot.
Kelly came hard, a long drawn out squeal. She went limp after she came, and I pulled out of her and let her catch her breath. Brandon came over as Kelly floundered in the water, and pushed her back against me. I held her again as Brandon entered her mercilessly, as Kelly took in great gulps of air, and he pounded her pussy ferociously.
He was going to come soon.
Kelly bounced wildly, I had trouble supporting her against his onslaught. Finally he started to groan, and launched tortured stream after stream of cum into her. He held her, motionless, Kelly’s legs around him. She pulled in close, everything quiet. “I love you,” she said gently, and turned her head to rest on his shoulder.
Brandon held her for a moment, then let her go. He needed to rest. Kelly turned and headed to the side of the pool, wading through the waist deep water.
I caught her at the side of the pool.
I turned her around and pressed her against the tile, lifting her slightly and pulling her slack legs around my hips. She whimpered. Her blue eyes were wide and weary.
I fucked her as mercilessly as Brandon. Her back scraped on the tile as I fucked her, but she didn’t seem to notice, and I didn’t care. I had no intention of giving her pleasure – if she found it then great, but I was fucking her to dump the load of pent up lust my willful little slut had built up in me.
I came desperately, madly in her pussy, and sprayed my own cum deep onto her already cum-splashed walls.
I let Kelly roll away from me, and she clawed her way up onto the tiles surrounding the pool. Brandon was seated on the steps at the shallow end, just watching us and recovering. I climbed out next to Kelly and laid down.
No one spoke.
Finally, I got to my feet, and went upstairs, leaving Kelly by the pool with her lover.
Everyone Into the Pool
I was a little troubled that Kelly had told Brandon she loved him. It’s never easy to hear your wife to confess she is in love with another man, but this threatened to complicate things.
I had no idea.
I didn’t challenge her on it, but I noticed during the next week she had become a little distant. She no longer initiated sexual contact, and while
I fucked her, she seemed disconnected as I fucked her. She could still come; Kelly can orgasm with anyone, but the lust I was used to seeing from her was fading. She and Brandon fucked privately more often. I began to feel left out, shunned.
I pulled away as well, and a few days went by when I did not fuck Kelly.
It didn’t seem to bother her.
I decided to talk to her about it.
I was fairly straightforward. I caught her alone in the living room.
“Are you in love with Brandon?” I asked.
Kelly looked startled. “Why would you ask that?”
“Because you told him you loved him in the pool when you were fucking him.”
Kelly waved it off “I tell everybody that when I fuck them.”
I knew she didn’t. “I’ve asked my question. I don’t hear an answer.”
Kelly looked down. “I don’t know.”
She had beautiful eyelashes. “Well, maybe we should sort this out.” I said tenderly.
Kelly was quiet for a long moment. “Do you love me?”
“Of course.”
She smiled. “I love you too.” I could see something was on her mind. I let her find a way to say it.
“Do you remember that fantasy I had?” she started.
“Angel you have a lot of fantasies.”
“The one where I get to spend a night alone with Brandon.”
“Oh. That one. Yes.”
Kelly sighed. “Can we do that? I mean, not for a night, just for a while?”
I felt a pang. “Why?”
“I think,” began Kelly, “It will help me sort out my feelings about Brandon. I need to spend some time with just him, and not get all confused with fucking you too.”
“I see,” I said.
“It’s OK?” asked Kelly. She seemed to brighten. “Because I’d really like that. I’d be very grateful.”
I smiled at her guilelessness. Kelly can be very cruel, but there is rarely malice in it, just her own self-absorption.
“And what do I do, then?” I asked Kelly. “It kills me to go a day without fucking you.”
“I know,” said Kelly. “I was thinking about that.”
I was actually surprised. Two different ways. First, that she had been thinking about being exclusive to Brandon, because Kelly is not an exclusive girl. Second, that she was concerned about me. That felt good.
Her solution was, unfortunately, disconcerting.
“I thought Debby could maybe come stay with us for a week or two,” said Kelly.
Debby? I only knew one Debby. “Why would Debby coming here help?”
Kelly shot a nervous smile at me. This was a big step for her. She interlocked her fingers, and stretched her arms out.
Those breasts.
“Because I think you could fuck Debby and I’d be OK with it.”
Debby is Kelly’s sister. Half-sister. And my sister-in-law. “That just seems like it wouldn’t work on all sorts of levels. First of all, she’s your sister.”
Kelly was ready.
“Is she pretty enough?”
“Well, yes of course.”
“So you find her attractive, you’d be willing to fuck her.”
This was getting weird. “I like fucking you.”
“You didn’t answer my question.” She grinned, happy to turn that one back on me. “Debby is fuckable. And I know she likes you.”
“I like Debby too, but it doesn’t mean we want to fuck each other.”
Kelly put her arms around my neck and stared me in the eye. “Do you mean to say you have never looked at Debby and thought about fucking her?”
I was caught. I don’t tell Kelly everything, but I try not to lie to her. I glanced away. “Maybe a couple of times.”
“You cheating bastard,” said Kelly, then she smiled.
“Look,” she continued. “It has to be fair. If I am fucking Brandon, you need someone to fuck. I don’t want you going off on your own looking for someone. So I’ve decided you can fuck Debby.”
“I appreciate the concern, but I’m not good with this. Debby will be even less excited to hear your proposal.”
“I’ll handle that,” said Kelly.
Private Pool
Kelly’s sister showed up two days later. I was a little surprised, because I hadn’t given a definitive answer, but she showed up on a Saturday afternoon in a taxi with her suitcase, and then here she was.
She seemed a little nervous. My mouth was dry too, there was an awkwardness to the whole thing that wasn’t going away.
Kelly came bounding out, excited to see her sister. She had Christopher in tow, all wound up to see his auntie. Brandon showed up, shirtless and just in his boxers, and paid his respects as well. I don’t know what Kelly had said to Brandon, but I assumed he had been briefed. We sat down by the pool and talked for about twenty minutes, and then Kelly, Brandon and Christopher went back inside. I took Debby’s suitcase and took it down to the cabana.
I opened the door, and showed her in. The pool house was comfortable, a bedroom with a double bed, a nice kitchen, bathroom and living room. Even a tub in the bathroom.
Brandon had moved his stuff out, and I had moved the essentials in for me. I led her into the bedroom so she could unpack.
I felt as nervous as she did. I went to leave her in the room with some privacy, but she started to talk as she unpacked into the extra dresser.
“Sounds like you’ve having interesting time here,” she said, tucking a t-shirt into a drawer.
“Very,” I said.
“Kelly’s pushing some boundaries, as usual.”
“She is. But this is a little far even for her.”
“She was always the bold one.” Said Debby. “You know, I never thought you guys would last, way back when you started dating. Kelly could steal a boyfriend, but she could never keep one.”
I nodded, not sure what to say.
“She started stealing my boyfriends as soon as she thought it would be fun. Took her a while to catch on, but before long I didn’t bring boys home.”
“Not very sisterly of her.”
Debby laughed. “Fuck that. My mom was a threat. She stole one of my boyfriends. I moved out after that.”
I had heard this story.
“She never made a move on you?” asked Debby, folding a shirt.
I remembered the first time I had gone to Kelly’s house to pick her up. I had thought she was in the backyard, so I went around behind to find her. Instead, I found her mother, sunbathing nude in the backyard.
She looked at me serenely, and stood up. I just froze.
Her body was beautiful, tanned and gleaming with suntan oil. She stood naked in front of me, and picked up her sarong, and tied it around her waist, leaving her heavy breasts bare. Then she walked toward me. “Here for Kelly?” she asked.
I stammered, but managed a “Yes.”
She put out her hand. “I’m Dorothy, Kelly’s mom. She’s inside. Just go in through the side door, and you’ll find her.
I shook her hand. The movement did wonderful things to her breasts, as I could see out of the corner of my. Then I went in and found Kelly.
I came back to the moment, with Debby. “I don’t think so,” I said.
“Maybe she learned her lesson,” said Debby.
I could see how Kelly could steal a boyfriend from Debby. Debby was the big sister, more stable and reserved, whereas Kelly was wilder and insanely flirty. Kelly was prettier too. Debby was a little shorter, a little thicker through the middle, and didn’t have Kelly’s cheekbones. They looked more like cousins than sisters. Still, Debby was an attractive woman, and clearly had inherited the same gene from her mother that Kelly had, the gene that gives a girl amazing breasts.
I don’t know if is one gene or a bunch of genes, but both daughters were gifted. Kelly’s breasts were beautiful, full and heavy with splendid brown upturned nipples. She had held her figure, despite having a baby and breastfeeding him. You would never have
guessed to look at her.
I’d never seen Debby’s breasts, but I had seen her in a bikini before, back on the island. They looked like Kelly, from what I could see, except she was always a cup size or two bigger. With the extra boost from the pregnancy, it looked like Kelly may have at last caught up.
Debby hadn’t had children. She said she didn’t want them, and no one could make her have them. She had gotten married at the end of high school, but that had only lasted a few years. She came over to the mainland, and worked up in San Francisco as a travel agent.
We hadn’t seen her since we had returned to California, but we caught up with her a few times over the years. I knew her fairly well.
She finished unpacking. She closed the drawer. I could see her hands tremble.
She took a deep breath. “Ok,” she said, like she was about to talk herself into jumping off a high diving board. “I’m nervous as hell. You aren’t hitting on me, and I’m starting to feel really insecure. How about I just do this to break the ice?”
She stepped forward and kissed me. It was awkward, about what you would think kissing your wife’s sister would be like.
She stepped back. “Oh god, that didn’t help at all.” She looked stricken.
“Let’s not force it,” I said. “Let’s just put it out of our heads.”
“Is it five o’clock yet?” said Debby. Her cheeks had turned red. “I need a drink.”
“Four thirty, but close enough. What will you have?”
“Anything,” said Debby. “As long as it’s a double.”
We had dinner together that night, all of us. Debby and I had sat outside and talked of trivial things, cabbages and kings and such. I think she had put the kissing incident out of her head.
Actually, no I don’t. Neither of us were in any way able to block it out, but the alcohol made it less painful. But I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Yes, it had been awkward, but the way her breasts had pressed against me, her mouth on mine. And then afterwards she had changed into a very nice pair of khaki shorts and a red t-shirt with a cartoon toucan on it. The shirt was thin, and clung tightly to her. No bra of course. The girls in that family all seemed to have a dislike for them. Debby didn’t seem to be doing anything overt to attract me, but it is hard not to notice a body like hers.