Whatever It Takes

by Ben Boswell

  It was also sexually charged. Both Damon and I had been intimate with both sisters. Given the celebratory mood and the fact that we still had a couple of bottles of champagne to drink, I knew things would become still more charged. I wondered which one I'd end up with tonight.

  After a while, Kris came over and sat down heavily beside me. A surge of pain rushed through my ribs. I almost reached for a Codeine, but decided against it.

  "We go back to our lives tomorrow," she said with a slight slur. She never could hold her champagne.

  "Uh huh."

  I'd called my mom already and told her we'd be picking up the kids. Kris was looking at me expectantly. I knew what she was looking for.

  I pulled her close. Kissed her hard on the mouth, mashing her big boobs with my hand. Jessi and Damon where looking over at us, grinning at our PDA.

  "We might as well live it up tonight," I suggested.

  Kris immediately shot a quick look at Damon before giving me a big smile.

  I reached for the bottom of her shirt, lifted it over her head. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, letting her full breasts spill out. Leaning over was painful, so I maneuvered her into my lap and began sucking on her nipples in turn until they stood erect and turned dark red. She was moaning softly, grinding her pussy against me through our pants.

  She leaned in close and kissed my neck, alternating between firm sucks and tender tickles with the tip of her tongue.

  I whispered in her ear, "So you want to fuck him again?"

  She stiffened a little, then went back to sucking my neck. "Does that upset you?"

  "I'd have thought you'd have had enough strange cock to last you a lifetime," I replied.

  "Maybe I like strange cock."

  I reached between us, firmly grabbed a nipple with each hand. "Oh, I know you do. You make your sister look like a nun."

  We both looked over at them. They were getting in the mood as well. Jessi had peeled off her jeans and was dancing around in her tiny panties. Damon had his shirt off, showing off his muscles and tattoos. Kris groaned softly and ground harder into my erection.

  I heard another champagne bottle pop open. Jessi came by and refilled our red Solo cups.

  "That's the lamest lap dance I've ever seen," she teased. "Let me show you how it's done."

  I groaned as Jessi pulled Kris off me. But it was hard to complain too much when Jessi proceeded to strip off the rest of her clothes and straddle my legs. She swayed back and forth sexily and ran her hands down her sides and over her toned thighs. When she reached her knees, she brought her hands back up her inner thighs, pausing to spread her pussy for me before continuing up over her belly and and palming her breasts.

  She pressed her knee into my crotch and again caressed herself. This time she let out a sultry moan as she touched her snatch. She leaned forward and let her hair brush my face. She sucked on my earlobe, moaning at the same time. Then she switched knees, and did it again.

  Kris had sat down next to me on the sofa and was watching us closely, her face flush, breathing hard. Damon sat behind her, gently rubbing her back, her shoulders.

  Jessi turned on her heels and waved her ass at me. She bent low at the waist, and with her fingers spread her labia again to give me a glimpse of the pink within from between her legs. She reached back and grabbed a firm ass cheek in each hand, pulling them apart, flashing me her tight little rosebud.

  She lowered herself into my lap, pressed her ass against my hardon, gyrating in firm, slow circles. I reached around and caressed her stomach, cupped her breasts, feeling her hard little nips sliding between my fingers. A few more minutes of that and I'd have come in my pants. Jessi seemed to sense it though, and not wanting to conclude her tease, she rose up off me.

  She straightened again and then turned to face me. Her pussy was puffy now, split. She lifted one leg, placed it on the back of the sofa and brought her snatch closer to my face. I could smell her excitement, feel the heat coming from within.

  It was intoxicating, irresistible. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her firmly toward me, burying my tongue in her vagina, sucking her clit into my mouth. She grabbed the back of my head, ground her wet twat into my face.

  I startled a bit when I felt Kris's hands in my crotch, unzipping my pants. With a bit of effort I lifted slightly off the couch enough to allow her to slide off my jeans and boxers. I wasn't exactly sure what to expect next, wasn't really much thinking of anything but the luscious creature grinding against my face.

  Kris swallowed me deep into her mouth, her tongue twirling around my shaft, her hands fondling my balls. I arched my back involuntarily and suppressed a groan as my ribs screamed out in pain. It would take more than a passing moment of physical agony to forego the experience I was enjoying.

  I dug my fingers into Jessi's ass, feeling her hard muscular butt, loving the way she was now gyrating raggedly. Her moans were getting louder, her pussy so wet that I could feel her juices coating my lips, my chin, my cheeks. In the meantime, Kris was sucking on me harder, taking me fully inside her mouth, bobbing up and down vigorously.

  Again, I was close. Then Kris pulled away, leaving me to groan in frustration into Jessi's beaver. I looked up to see Kris' hands on Jessi's shoulder, pressing her down into my lap. I gasped at the realization that she was trying to get her sister impaled on my cock.

  Jessi was eager. She grabbed my cock firmly and with a sigh sat firmly on my prick. She was so hot, so wet. She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me hard, tasting herself on my lips. At the same time, she began to grind against me.

  Jessi broke the embrace and leaned back, her hands on my thighs, her body arched backward as she pumped her hips back and forth. As she did so, Kris leaned in and kissed me wetly. Kris and I wrestled tongues even as Jessi slung her pussy back and forth on my cock. It was unimaginably erotic.

  Kris slowly pulled away, our kisses shallower and shallower until just our lips were touching. She gave me a last quick flick with her tongue. Damon was in the corner of the sofa, and Kris lay back against him. He wrapped his muscular arm around her and gently began playing with her nipples.

  For a while they both just watched us, their faces aglow as they watched Jessi and I fucking in front of them. Kris turned her head and they awkwardly, but passionately, kissed. His hand drifted downward, over her flat belly, down the front of her yoga pants. Through the clingy fabric, I could see him gently fingering her pussy. Kris closed her eyes and moaned passionately.

  Suddenly Jessi slapped me across the face, playfully, yet firmly. She stopped pumping her hips. I looked up at her.

  "Pay at least a little attention to the girl you're fucking," she teased.

  "Sorry," I replied.

  She gave me another small slap. "Don't you forget it."

  "I won't. Now get back to work." I gave her a grin and spanked her ass.

  We locked eyes for a few moments as she resumed fucking me. I looked over her body, taking in her fit, toned arms, the bulge in the vein in her neck as she began to move faster. I watched her small breasts, jiggling slightly, her nipples hard as erasers. I admired her flat stomach, her abs rippling as she thrust. But the sexiest thing was her tight, little pussy swallowing my cock over and over.

  I reach out and rested my hand on her abdomen, sliding my thumb across the top of her slit until I felt her swollen clit. I made slow circles against it, gradually increasing the pressure. She moaned, gasped, wheezed, and then with a growl I felt her pussy spasm around my shaft.

  Jessi leaned forward, put her hands my shoulders, and fixed me with a fiery gaze. She thrust even harder, faster against me. Every moment I didn't come seemed an affront to her. I reached around, grabbed her ass, squeezed her cheeks hard enough that I worried I would leave bruises. She rode me like a demon.

  I felt my balls tighten. I came hard, each spurt causing my abs to contract, which in turn set fire to my ribs. It was agony and absolutely, completely worth it.

  "Now that is a
lap dance," Jessi crowed.

  "I'll say," I replied.

  But Kris wasn't paying any attention. She was still draped across Damon. Her eyes were closed. His hand still in her pants, her hand was wedged beneath her, probably rubbing his crotch.

  "Oh God, I need it," Kris sighed softly.

  She rolled off him so that she was now sitting right beside me. She peeled off her pants, exposing her pussy, swollen and wet and more than ready. She slid down on the cushions and spread her legs wide.

  Damon gave me a quick glance. Jessi was still in my lap, kissing my neck, and still grinding her wet snatch against my cock. I gave him a quick nod. He smiled and pulled down his own pants.

  He kneeled between my wife's thighs. Fuck, he was hung. He rubbed his thick, veiny tool against Kris' pussy. She pumped her hips involuntarily.

  "Don't tease me," she hissed.

  He grabbed her thighs and slowly eased his big cock into her receptive box. She arched her back, her big tits thrusting toward the ceiling. He gave her a long, slow stroke. She moaned and reached out, gripping my hand firmly.

  Damon fucked her with deep, deliberate thrusts. Each time he filled her, she gave my hand a hard squeeze. It was weirdly intimate, and the sensation was further enhanced by Jessi’s excited reaction to watching her sister getting fucked. With each thrust, she'd moan hotly in my ear.

  My cock softened and slipped out of Jessi. When it did she gave me a deep kiss and then slid out of my lap. She kneeled down beside Damon and rubbed his shoulders. Her eyes were wide, locked on the sight of Damon's cock penetrating Kris over and over and over.

  "Fuck her, baby, give it to her good," Jessi urged.

  Kris opened her eyes and looked up at her sister in surprise.

  "She's a whore," Jessi continued. "Wear her out."

  She turned toward me. "Tell him, Danny."

  Kris squeezed my hand. I grinned.

  "Yeah, do it," I grunted.

  He thrust harder. She was so wet that her pussy squished wetly.

  "Harder," I urged.

  Damon pulled almost all the way out and then plunged again deep into my wife. Kris arched her back and gasped.

  "Again," I ordered.

  He hammered into her over and over. Kris was moaning loudly, her head now swinging back and forth with each stroke. Jessi cupped Damon's ass, urged him on. I saw her fingers slid between his muscular ass cheeks. His thrusts became ragged.

  Suddenly Kris squeezed my hand painfully. Her body shuddered violently.

  "Oh fuck," Damon groaned.

  Jessi reached around and seized Damon's cock by the base. She yanked him from Kris' pussy and jerked him roughly until he came. His jism splashed across Kris' body, a thick rope of come lacing her breasts, the rest pooling on her belly.

  Kris was still lost in passion, her body humping up and down slowly. She released me and slowly rubbed the come into her skin like lotion.

  "Fuck, that's hot," I sighed.

  "Yeah, shit," Kris confirmed.

  Jessi laughed. "Welcome to the dark side."

  Kris looked up at her sister and then from her sister to Damon. "And welcome to the light."

  "You're all fucking crazy," Damon said with a laugh.

  We all joined him, all of us drunk, naked, and sexually sated... at least for now.

  EPILOGUE

  I tossed Damon a beer, which he caught and opened in a practiced motion. He was sitting on our newly constructed deck.

  "Not bad, huh?" he said looking around.

  "Not bad at all," I replied. "Did they teach you construction in the Navy?"

  "Naw," he chuckled. "They mostly taught us how to blow shit up."

  I laughed as well.

  The deck project came out of Damon's guilt. He'd been living with Jessi for several weeks now, in the au pair suite. He kept offering to pay rent to Kris and me, but we could never take money from the guy. We'd always be in his debt.

  Working together on home improvement projects was a compromise, a chance for Damon to contribute to the household without money changing hands. I had an ulterior motive as well. I just liked hanging around with him. We'd worked together, digging postholes, pouring cement, hauling lumber, sawing, hammering, and even though it was exhausting it was also just fun.

  If you'd told me, a few months ago, that my new best friend would be a tattooed ex-Navy SEAL who also happened to be my wife's lover, I would never have believed it. If you told me that I'd also be sleeping with my sister-in-law... well, a lot had changed in our lives.

  I don't want to make it seem as if it was a constant orgy. For the most part, Damon was downstairs with Jessi and Kris upstairs with me. But, well, our love lives had become more flexible.

  So had our professional lives. Both Kris and I had lost our jobs. Jessi wasn't dancing or hooking anymore. The money Kris had stolen from Sal had reset our finances and given us a small cushion, but we still needed to work.

  I initially looked for another engineering position. I got an interview and spent the whole time looking out the window. The idea of moving back into a cubicle, writing and reviewing specifications, was almost physically painful. When I didn't get the job, I was actually relieved. Kris felt the same way about her job. Our old lives seemed so far away.

  In the meantime we'd taken on odd jobs. Kris was doing some bookkeeping and copyediting. I'd taken a part-time job for one of the "geeks on call" services, helping technologically clueless people plug in their computer and configure their home WiFi. I liked being out and about, working on different short projects. But I was also doing some research on the side for something longer term.

  "You still thinking about trying to be a PI?" Damon asked.

  I nodded. "I think I did pretty well as a rank amateur. You going to join me? Or are you committed to tending bar for the rest of your life? I could use a partner. You know, some brainless muscle."

  "Seems like a lot of sitting around and waiting."

  “And taking pictures of adulterers.”

  He laughed. “I’ll think about it.”

  We clinked our bottles and drained them.

  "You get the next round," I said.

  "Yes, boss."

  _____

  One Friday, I came home after a tech job. It was a lovely spring day, sunny, a little windy, crisp.

  Kris was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee as Jessi did homework for a math class she was taking at the community college. Jessi was preparing to take her GED.

  I leaned down and gave my wife a kiss.

  "Don't I get one?" Jessi said with a wink.

  I chuckled.

  Kris rolled her eyes. "Don't you have homework to do, sis?"

  Jessi pouted exaggeratedly, but she wasn't serious. Jessi and I periodically fucked. Yet we didn't cuddle or casually kiss. The same was true with Damon and Kris. We were all open about sex, but exclusive about intimacy and tenderness. At least for now it allowed us to keep some necessary boundaries in place.

  I looked over at Kris. "It's going to be a beautiful weekend. Wanna get out of town?"

  I saw her hesitate, could see her mentally cataloguing the plans and projects she'd mapped out for the weekend. There would be laundry and grocery shopping and a play date for Suzie and a myriad other things.

  She surprised me."Sure."

  She looked over at Jessi. "Do you mind watching the kids?"

  Jessi gestured at her math book. "I'm not going anywhere anyway this weekend."

  I knew the kids would be delighted. They loved playing with their young Aunt and "Uncle."

  "Where do you want to go?" Kris asked.

  I shrugged. "I dunno. Let’s just drive."

  ______

  We each packed an overnight bag, just toiletries and a change of clothes. We drove to the highway on-ramp.

  "Which way?" I asked instinctively.

  "Well..." Kris began. After a pause, she replied, "Flip a coin?"

  I laughed and accelerated onto the eastbound on
-ramp. We drove for an hour, playing music and just talking and laughing.

  "Oooh, Eastport?" she said as we approached the sign.

  I hadn’t been since I was a kid, and never with Kris. But I had fond memories of corn dogs and the kids-sized amusement park on the pier.

  "A little chilly for the beach. And the boardwalk will be deserted," I replied.

  "So much the better."

  I took the exit and drove into town. A mob scene in the summer, it was sleepy despite the bright early spring sunshine. We pulled into the driveway of a B&B. The startled owner showed us to a room.

  The proprietor recommended a small cafe in town that was open year-round. We had French onion soup and split a surprisingly tasty roast beef sandwich. A few other tables were occupied with locals, reading Kindles or doing crosswords.

  After, we walked along the deserted boardwalk, our bodies huddled together. It was chilly despite our sweaters and the blanket we'd borrowed from the B&B, which was wrapped around our shoulders.

  Kris put her hand to her mouth and giggled.

  "What?" I asked.

  "Oh God, I just remembered a story about Eastport."

  "Yeah?"

  "My folks sent Jessi here for a summer. To get her away from bad influences."

  I looked around at the boardwalk, imagining it in its garish summer incarnation.

  "Uh oh."

  She laughed. "Yeah, right. I guess my folks had never seen a beach movie."

  "Or heard 'Under the Boardwalk.'"

  She raised an eyebrow. "We do have a blanket."

  The lyrics played in my head. Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah; On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be.

  "I've always wanted to bring a girl down there."

  Giggling we scampered down the stairs. We removed our shoes and felt the cold sand between our toes. We ducked into the shadows. It was actually warmer down there, out of the wind.