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By Rory (roryviolette@hotmail.com)


Part I

To see the three of them, well, it was more than just a chance to daydream. They were sexy, lovely, intelligent women. All of them enjoyed the good things in life – education, music, fine literature, among other quality joys. I was married to their sister. It was a strong family, religious in nature and reached far to do the right things in life. We all did.

Sex outside of marriage was considered an absolute cardinal sin in life. It would never be contemplated, much less carried out. Besides, all three seemed to be fairly satisfied in their bedroom pursuits. In fact, all three were married to fine, educated and sensitive men. It's just that they weren't always around.

It's not hard to see yourself in a state where you're sharing a sexual experience with them. It's nice to daydream. I might even add there were times that I carried their faces and bodies with me as I sort of self-massaged myself. Each of them carried their own individual aura of sexual awareness.

Melanie was slim, lovely, and, rumor had it, loved to make sounds while lovemaking. She was the classic "does she, or doesn't she?" when it came to guessing about what she did behind closed doors.

Amy, fairly plump yet pleasing to the eye, was the most introverted, at least sexually. Rarely did she make smalltalk about an act that was deemed private.

Meredith dressed down, rarely choosing to wear clothing that preemed her slim, lithe body. She would prefer old, baggy shirts and jeans to a classy outfit.

All were mothers, though that particular lifestyle often weighted down their chances to delight in life. Young children seemed to pile on their growth as they entered their late 30s and early 40s. As they grew older, each one seemed to mellow delightfully into more beautiful and sexy women.

They loved to visit their hometown. Their parents were still around, so they loved to host their children and their families. It worked best, however, when only one family appeared at a time. Over a period of one month during a particular summer, Amy, Melanie and Meredith would spend a week at home – but without their working husbands.


Amy was the first to arrive. She came in with her two boys on a Saturday night. She flew into the Palm Springs Airport. I picked them up, since everyone else was busy with a local pageant. Amy and I had a chance to chat on the way back home. Amy said she missed her husband, Jack, already.

"We were halfway here, in the air," she said, "when I realized how horny I was. I won't be seeing Jack until next week. I don't know what I'm going to do." Long before she was married, Amy would share little inner thoughts like that with me. Once she married, Amy never spoke like that around Jack, who was a close-to-thevest, very conservative individual. But Jack wasn't here.

"Horny, huh?" I looked over at her, smiling, then playfully rubbed her thigh.

Amy just smiled. It was easy to tell that she was tired from the trip. Two small kids kept her rolling. When we got to her parents' house, she asked how long everyone would be. I looked at my watch, which read 5:15. "They won't be home until after nine," I said.

"The kids are really tired," she said. "Help me get them into bed. I think I'll take a shower."

I helped her get Ruby, 3, and Alex, 4, into their pajamas. There was no trouble coaxing them to sleep in a bed set aside by Joe and Maria, her mom and dad. They really cleaned the place up for their childrens' visits.

Amy went off into the shower. I felt a little envious of her shower. I'd worked that day in the yard and felt a little grimy. I didn't have time to shower before I took the 45-minute drive to the airport. When Amy got her towel and said she'd be "out in a minute," I joked to her, "I'd like to take a shower, too."

She must've gotten the message. She wasn't in the shower for more than two minutes when she called out, "I left my towel in the bedroom. Can you bring it to me?"

I opened the door slightly, slowly handing the towel inside the room. I could hear the water running. Just when I dropped the towel on the basin, a hand grabbed my wrist. It was Amy. "Come in here, you dirty boy."

Amy was wearing nothing. Her large breasts were still rather tight on her plump body. She wasn't exactly Sports Illustrated Swimsuit material, but so what? She was dripping with sexuality. "Come take a shower with me."

What was I supposed to say?

Slowly, Amy helped me undress. In the process, she massaged my Cock with all the respect and delicacy it deserved. By the time I stepped into the shower with her, my Cock was three-quarters erect. I was nervous as hell. But the warm water relaxed me. We washed each other. Amy lathered up her hair with shampoo and I massaged her secret areas.

I ran my cock into her ass a few times. She moaned gently when I got it about halfway up. "I'm not used to that," she said. "Jack and I are pretty straightlaced."

"Don't worry," I assured her. "We'll do some wild stuff – if you want."

She smiled and nodded. "I want to." I could hardly wait until the shower was over. When it was, Amy dried me and I did the same for her. Just outside the bathroom was the bedroom in which we'd be fucking. Amy had just one objective before getting to business. She had to brush the kinks out of her hair.

Once she did that, she dropped all her inhibitions. She collapsed around my lower half and started sucking my Cock and balls. Taking her time, Amy deep-throated me and drove me half-insane. What a feeling. The shower had cleansed me and warmed me up. Amy's delightful oral pleasures had relaxed me. It was better than tuning up with a drink.

While sucking my Cock, I reached down to massage her vagina area. I could hear a light gasp when I touched her "spot." I gently ran two fingers around her G-Spot. There were times it grabbed her, taking her mouth of my Cock, gasping for air. We were really working each other over. I could hardly wait to fuck her.

"I'm not sure," she said, "but I think we'd better use a rubber."

I didn't answer. She went back to sucking my Cock and balls. When she deep-throated me again, the explosion was awesome. It came ripping out, down her throat. Saying she'd never before experienced swallowing – "Jack could never cum while I blew him" – the load just found its way.

"I'll tell you something," I said. "I'm at the point in my life where I don't cum twice in one session. I don't think I'll need a rubber."

When we moved our bodies into position to fuck, she said, "You'd better not cum. Right now, I'm as ready to get pregnant as I've ever been. Be careful."

I shook my head. "No worries," I told her. Amy wasn't slim and trim, like her sisters Melanie and Meredith. But she spread her plump legs and my Cock just found the mark. Amy easily accepted my nine inches of manhood. The fun was just beginning.

First, I was on top for a few minutes. Then we were on our sides, I was thrusting in from behind. Then she straddled my Cock, first facing away from me, then turning to face me while I sucked her nipples. It was about as erotic a time as I could ever recall.

Amy was full of surprises. I asked her, "When are you going to cum?" I hadn't detected any releases in her yet. She said, "I've already cum three times. I came right away when you started massaging me."

God, that got me going, big-time. Knowing that I'd gotten Amy off three times already, my Cock came to life even more. I rolled her over and got on top, spreading her legs straight up. She was wide open and I was back and forth, up and down, fast-fucking her, then taking it slow and easy. I could tell she was into it.

Then it happened. My Cock was ready to explode again. Amy was right. We should've used a rubber. She was so horny and sexy, so easy and delightful, my Cock just went into another gear. It popped another load. Fortunately, Amy was so full of wetness, she didn't seem to notice. I couldn't believe she didn't open her eyes in pure shock and say something.

But she didn't. I knew we were both at risk. She'd told every breathing family member and friend that she was through having children. She was 41, having started her family later in life. It was a sickening thought that Amy might be at risk for another pregnancy. I kept my mouth shut.

A couple hours later, her mom and dad showed up. By this time, Amy was showered and dressed and I was at home. Before I left, I said, "Are you going to be my girlfriend?"

She smiled and said, "I hope we can get together again."


Part II

Amy and her kids flew back home in a few days. We repeated our sex scene once more – it was hard to get her alone between her parents and my family. Once we got together, it was more of the same. It wasn't as good. Maybe the thrill died off, for me and for her. We had each other in our grasps for future times.

Two days after flying out, her younger sister, Meredith came to visit. It was an interesting time for this 32year-old, slim, slight-busted, beautiful woman who was mother to five children. But she came to visit alone. Seems that she and her husband, Kerry, were having some problems. It was agreed that Meredith would visit her parents, sans kids, in hopes of improving some sagging times.

She came at an inopportune time for her parents. Though happy to see all their children, Joe and Maria had a life to lead. They were good friends with Hal and Nancy on the next block. A couple months earlier, the four had bought tickets to a major musical in Los Angeles. Once they left for the 8 o'clock curtain time, they'd be gone at least five hours. Meredith would be alone. Or so it seemed.

It was a chance to catch up on her reading, she told her folks. It would be pajamas on at darkness, into the well-lit bedroom with a book and some chips and soda. For Meredith, it was the quiet night she'd long to have. She loved her children, bless her heart, but occasionally it was time to spoil herself.

I parked my truck on the end of the street, just waiting for Joe and Maria to take off. I waited an extra 10 or 15 minutes since they were the absentminded people who would return home in search of something they'd forgotten – say, the musical tickets. Sure enough, the four had returned. Maria went inside, coming out with something she'd forgotten. I congratulated myself for having the foresight to consider such a plan. I felt it was a good sign of things to come.

To say I was even halfway certain I could work myself into bed with Meredith would be an absolute lie. I gave myself less than a one percent chance and that was just to have her consider such an option. I worked this plan with a couple thoughts in mind:

One, that Meredith wanted to reach out while consoling herself about a sagging marriage. She was a faithful wife, but we'd always had a fun relationship. I was 15 years older, but we often had sparked up a good time when we were together.

The other thought was that Meredith was so conscious of not causing trouble, well, she'd never cop to the fact that her brother-in-law would ever make a play for her. Sure, it was possible. But no way would she tell her husband, her parents or her sister. She was a peacemaker, always looking to stray away from trouble. It was that way at home. She wanted to avoid such a scene.

She smiled radiantly when she answered my knock. She hadn't quite jumped into her pajamas as planned. Meredith opened the door for me. I entered and gave her a welcome hug.

"I can't believe you're here," I said, smiling. "I hope you have a good time."

"I hope so, too," she said. "Come on in. Sit down. Let's talk."

There were no questions about where her sister was, or why I was there without her. That's Meredith's style. She didn't pry. She accepted things as they were. We talked for several minutes, exchanging ideas about music, movies, books and kids. We stayed away from her marital difficulties she was having with Kerry.

I agreed with her on just about everything and it seemed to put her in a higher spirit. She was friendly and outgoing. Her physical beauty seemed so much better than ever. I had known her since she was 10. I watched her grow up as a beautiful child into a sexy adult woman. She was as feminine as they come.

"I'll bet Kerry's missing you right now."

"Maybe. I miss him, I guess."

I ignored the "I guess" part. "You look a little bit stressed."

"I do."

I nodded, showing compassion – fake as it was. "Yes, you do. It's all right. You're entitled to be stressed. It hurts me, but you're entitled."

"Do you have a cure?"

At that moment, I could tell something positive was about to happen. Did I have a cure? That was an invitation to something. My cure would be to offer her a massage. And we all know what a massage can do; it's often the pipeline to sexual fantasies. But not always. I stood up and walked behind her chair and placed my hands on her shoulders.

"No charge for this massage," I joked.

"Aaaah, that feels good."

I stopped the massage. "Hmmm."

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, this chair. It's hard to reach over the top."

"How about if I get on the floor."

"That'll work."

I started the massage again, then started fussing again. My knees were too strained to offer a proper massage. "Well, this is uncomfortable, too. Let's try something else."

Meredith sensed that, perhaps, I was trying to work my way out of this. I was, perhaps, trying to work my way into the bedroom. That would be THE place to go.

"That's okay. You don't have to."

"Let's find a bed. We'll be more comfortable."

I helped her off the floor and we walked down the hallway to a fabulous guest bedroom. It was a Queensized bed, made up beautifully – almost like a luxury hotel.

"Get on the bed," I said.

Meredith dutifully complied. I mean, why shouldn't she? Meredith was about to get a massage. Almost anyone would take an order like that. She slipped easily onto the center of the bed and I followed her. She lied down and I started massaging her back and neck. Meredith moaned in pleasure and I continued.

I pulled off her shoes, and mine, "just to get a little more comfortable. I don't want to get Maria's bedspread dirty."

I thought that was kind of me. Of course, I had other things in mind. My fingers rubbed her back, feeling the straps of her bra which was underneath her shirt. My hands slipped underneath her shirt to feel skin. I worked her lower back and her upper back, working my fingers underneath her bra strap.

"You know," I said, just as kind of a test, "you really ought to take that thing off." I was referring to her bra.

"Really?" she said.

"I can just move my fingers anywhere on your back. If you want to."

I stood behind her as she reached up under her shirt to unhook her bra. She was in a sitting position as she pulled her B-cup bra out from under her shirt. I kept her in that position, starting to rub her shoulders, then slid my hands down her back.

My goal was to get under her shirt and get to her nipples. We continued to talk – movies, books, TV, you name it. Just trying to keep it comfortable. I started talking about my neighbor who just had a baby.

"Lori was overdue by a couple weeks," I said. "She was miserable."

"What did she do?"

"Massage."

"What – massage?"

"She heard someone say something about nipple massage."

"Nipple massage?"

"Yeah, she read or heard somewhere that pregnant women can get into labor if someone massages her nipples. It's not supposed to be a sexual thing. I mean, for crying out loud, the last thing she wants at a time like that is sex."

"That's for sure."

"No, she used nipple massage. She claimed it worked. Within a couple of hours, she went to the hospital. She had the baby that night."

"Who did the massage? Her husband?"

I laughed. "No. I did."

"WHAT!"

"No, but I would've liked to. Lori's a nice looking babe. I would've loved to do that for her."

"So it worked?"

"I think so."

"Wow."

God, my heart was racing. Here I was massaging Meredith's neck and back and I'm talking nipple massage. Such talk, I was hoping, would inspire her to want that for herself.

"I know you're not pregnant," I said, slowly moving my fingers underneath her shirt toward her breasts, "but if you want to try it . . ."

I felt a faint resistance. This wasn't part of the bargain, I was sure she was thinking. Touching her breasts, her nipples? All she had to do was move away, or push my hands off, or say something – anything. There was a little hunch of her shoulders. Was she saying no?

My Cock was hardening. My fingers reached their desired point. I was starting to sweat slightly. This was nerve-racking and probably for her, too. Meredith rested her shoulders. My fingers lightly massaged the nipples on her slight breasts. They were rather smallish, but it was part of her female "spots." This was the way to go.

Quickly, her nipples, like my Cock, hardened. It was a sign of eroticism.

"Mmmmmmmm," she was saying. I moved my hands off her nipples, back to her shoulders and back. Just to make sure I still had the pathway to her nipples, I went back there again.

"Feeling okay?"

"Mmmmmm, hmmmmmmm."

Her head was falling backward in pleasure. Her breasts were completely open to my hands. I bent down and kissed her slightly on the neck under her left ear. She didn't seem to mind. My Cock was giving me the signal. I mean The Signal. Go For It!

Both my hands slid down her side, still in massage mode. I slipped them inside her pants, her panties. Meredith didn't seem to mind. She didn't resist. I was halfway there. Or was I?

I tried to initiate a lift, to get her to rise up from her sitting position. I wanted my hands inside her pants. I grabbed her by the hips and gently pulled her upward. She complied. What happened next was sheer magnificence. She grabbed my right hand. I thought she was going to remove it from her body. I thought, "this is it. It's over. She'll get annoyed and stop this whole thing."

Instead, she guided my right hand toward her pussy. Oh, god. It was happening! She was going along! The massage idea worked! My fingers felt her pussy. It was solid moisture. Her clit seemed to ripen between two fingers.

"Ohhhh, goodddddd," she said.

As always, the next step would be a little tricky. I wanted to take my own clothes off and let her catch a glimpse of my Cock. I wanted her lips and her blond head bobbing up and down on me. Instead, I removed her shirt, while she unbuckled her own pants. She quickly slid them off and threw them to the floor. I wanted my clothes off. My Cock was stiff as a bread roller. I couldn't wait to unleash it from my pants.

Instead, I dove headfirst into Meredith's pussy. It was lightly-haired, so absolutely feminine and beautiful. The moisture was intense. I licked her clit, dug my tongue inside her pussy and lightly rubbed her ass with both hands. I reached up to continue the massage of her lower back. She writhed in pleasure.

My mouth continued to fondle her pussy. Her legs were spread so far apart, it seemed like she was ready to pull them off. She wanted her pussy as wide open as she could get it.

For a woman who had five babies, she was in remarkable condition. Her pussy was still tight. And it was ready for business. Slowly, I pulled myself off her and started unclothing myself. She finally opened her eyes and watched me. Meredith rolled her fingers inside her pussy, then put them up to her mouth and licked them.

Then she stared down at my bulging Cock. I wanted her to dive right on it, to take it in her mouth and deepthroat it like her older sister, Amy, had done only days earlier. I wanted to share that experience with Meredith but, of course, I didn't dare.

So what was I supposed to do with my Cock? She wasn't going to lick it. Did she want it inside her pussy? I wouldn't have minded going there first. But I always wanted my pole in my partner's mouth and throat before I started fucking her. I was still wanting her pussy in my mouth, so I resumed that position and masturbated on the bed while I ate her.

Finally, I said, "Are you ready to return the favor?"

Meredith didn't say a single word. She arose from her prone position, took my Cock in her hands and daintily placed it into her mouth. She tongued the tip of my Cock, taking only that part into her mouth – a long way from a deep throat.

Although Meredith was far sexier than her sister, Amy, I had to say that Amy's head was a lot better. A deep throat job will drive you insane. Meredith's blow job lacked skill. I should have been ashamed of myself. Meredith, sizing me up, looked into my eyes as she loosed her lips around my Cock. I readied myself for another round.

This time, Meredith slid my Cock far, far down into her mouth. Her lips pressed up against my body. Deep throat? She was trying to inhale my Cock down her throat and into my stomach. This was incredible.

Poor thing, she pulled it out and coughed a bit. Her air had been cut off a little. Within seconds, she resumed her action. In and out it went. She was fucking me with her mouth. It had seemed like an hour, but was really about 15 or 20 minutes. During that time, I managed to explode down her throat. Just like with Amy. A deep throat will do that to you. Just the sheer sight of a woman going down on you is enough mental mojo for that sperm explosion. It's like Pavlov's Bell.

Throughout this entire episode, very few words had been exchanged. What was there to say? We were communicating perfectly. It didn't matter what language we knew. Her mouth, my Cock, her pussy, my mouth – it was perfect communication. I never communicated better with anyone in all my life.

So when I jacked off down her throat, I thought it was a perfect time to move my Cock down to her pussy. She was thinking roughly the same thing. She finally said something. "Get on your back."

Okay, she wanted to get on top and exploit my hard Cock and just move on it. Sure, anything you want, Meredith. Sure enough, when I was lying on my back, Meredith placed herself on my hardness. My Cock disappeared into her pussy and she used her beautiful legs to manipulate herself up and down. Up and down. Up and down. She seemed to be looking up to the heavens above.

Moaning slightly, breathing hard and getting the full range of my Cock into her pussy, Meredith seemed to have continuous energy. If we had planned to do it all night long, I believe she could've made it. I could tell when she reached climax once, twice, then for a third time. The first was when I was licking away. The next two times came while she was riding my bull Cock. I wanted her in position for a dog-style fuck. I considered trying to go into her ass, but first things first. I gently placed Meredith on her knees, right at the edge of the bed. I wanted to stand up and fuck her from behind. She complied so perfectly.

I opened her pussy and stuck my Cock into her wellmoistened hole. In and out I went, back and forth. She gasped lightly and allowed me my fun. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the dresser in the guest room. On it was a bottle of Vaseline. Oh, god. I pulled out of Meredith and retrieved the jell. Placing a bit of it on my fingers, I returned my Cock to her pussy. I gently rubber her ass with my fingers and attempted to finger her asshole. This would be a telling time.

"Don't," she said. "Kerry's tried it. I just don't like it."

"Okay."

I persisted, rubbing the crack of her ass with the jell. It must've felt good, because she sighed, moaned and released pleasurable noises. Finally, I stuck my well-lubricated finger into her asshole again. This time, she didn't say a thing. My fuck finger went all the way into her ass. My Cock was still rocking back and forth inside her pussy, but I wanted it to get a little ride inside her ass.

"Will you let me try it as gently as I can?"

"Gently. Real gentle."

"Hey, I am a gentle man."

Slowly, I stuck my Cock into her ass. It was a slow process. I managed to squeeze my head into her hole. She tensed a bit, so I pulled out. "Did it hurt that much?"

"Go ahead."

My hard Cock went back to her ass like a magnet to a piece of metal. My head resumed a place inside her ass. Oh, the tightness was incredible. Should I penetrate further? Should I push my Cock all the way inside? I lubricated my Cock as well as her ass. I didn't want to hurt Meredith, of course. God, she was so kind, so enthusiastic, so sexy. Last thing I wanted was to hurt her asshole.

"I want to see how much I can take it," she said. "Go for it."

So I went for it. I delivered my Cock all the way into her ass. She tensed up again, squeezing my Cock. I almost erupted. I wondered what would've happened if my cum would've filled her ass. That's where I wanted to cum, not in her pussy. Or it could've been on her face and down her throat – again.

"You better stop," she said. "Please."

"Okay." I'd gotten what I came for – and more.

I rolled Meredith over, spread her legs apart again, then ate some more pussy. I did that for about 20 seconds before I placed my Cock into her pussy. It was classic fucking. I pulled my head out and massaged her clit with my Cock. She just about passed out.

Again, I dug it back inside. I truly wasn't expecting to cum – but I did. I couldn't get out in time. Like Amy, although there was no talk of a rubber this time, my spurts didn't seem to be noticed by Meredith. Having had five children, still only 32, she was still as fertile as any woman. Maybe it was the wrong time of the month to get pregnant. Who knows?

I was 2-for-2 with Amy and Meredith. I nailed both of them, in their parents' home and released my spurts inside their pussies. Meredith and I finished our business.

"Did you plan that?"

I had to tell the truth – at least partially.

"Do you mean, 'did I show up here expecting to get it on with you?' "

"Yeah. Did you?"

"I can't lie to you Meredith. Yeah, I came here wanting something to happen. Should I apologize?"

"When mom and dad told me they were leaving for L.A., I was kind of happy. I was thinking I wanted to do something exciting, but I didn't know what. I didn't have a car. Everything's a long way from here. I was thinking about calling some of my old friends."

"So what are you saying?" I asked.

"That I wanted something, too. I didn't know what. I wasn't thinking about you. When you showed up, I thought, 'Okay, yeah. If it works out, great.' You work pretty fast."

"Thanks. What about your sister... and Kerry?"

"Oh, you know, I'll probably confess someday. So will you."

"Then we're in serious trouble."

Meredith thought for a moment. "Maybe not."

"Why do you say that?"

"I swear, if we told about what we did and anything happened, I'd expect you to come get me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You could ball me every night."

"I'm old. By the time you're 40, I'll be well into my 50s. You couldn't stand that. You need a young stud."

"Kerry's young. He's no stud, not like you. I could take you once a week – maybe twice."

"That's nice of you."

"Will you do me again while I'm here?"

"You bet."

"We'll have to figure something out. Mom and dad said they'll be staying home the whole rest of the time I'm here."

"Maybe they'll loan you their car – so you can go visit one of your 'friends.'"

"As long as that friend is you."