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“Ummm,” I moaned to the ministrations of my beautiful fiancées mouth. Lying near my knees, away from my touch, she had my cock held upright, loving on me. It wasn’t a blowjob to get me off, she was loving on me because she wanted to. She wasn’t lying away to prevent me from touching her, but lying in a position where I could watch her perform her magic on my cock even as she watched my face.
“Like that?” She asked, pulling back momentarily before sticking her tongue out and slowly rubbing her lips and tongue up and down my shaft.
“Of course.”
“I’m glad. I love sucking your cock.”
“Is that the way my sister sucked that stripper?” She giggled in response.
“Does that turn you on? Hearing about your sister doing something naughty?”
“Not really. To me, it just seems so out of character for her. I always thought of her as a bit of a goody-goody.”
“She sure isn’t that” Stacy said raising her head up, “She did it like this,” and slipped me completely into her mouth, causing me to groan in appreciation again. A minute or so later she pulled off, climbed on top and slipped me into her waiting warmth.
In the days since her bachelorette party Stacy had entertained me multiple times with descriptions of the goings on at Desert Sun Resort. That it was where they were going, that it was a nude, or at least a clothing optional, resort, that they were going to have a stripper couple entertain and perform sex acts in front of them, I’d had no clue. It had been my sister that had informed me that the girls were planning a surprise party, and that it was in Palm Springs, but other than that I’d been told nothing, and known nothing, before they’d gone. Ellen had told me they were all chipping in to buy her airline ticket and pay for the resort, but I’d said I’d gladly pay for her share, and had.
“Josette really hadn’t ever had oral sex before?” I asked, finding it almost unbelievable that a woman, that just had her 22nd birthday and had lived with twins, had never received oral sex. She had lived with two guys, had threesomes virtually daily, had sucked their cocks together and separately, but they had never, returned the favor seemed especially unbelievable. And then to have done it with a stranger, in a standing 69, was a super-athletic feat for a first time. I’d seen such a thing on internet porn before, and an acquaintance told me about seeing a standing 69 performance in an Amsterdam red-light district show when he’d been stationed in Europe in the Army, but I’d never attempted it myself. After giggling and laughing about it with Stacy, she said she’d wondered how it was, so we tried. We managed to get into position, but we gave it up long before either of us achieved orgasm, but admitted it was quite the fun and exotic act.
“She said she’d hadn’t.”
“God, those guys she was living with, the twins? It sure sounds like they were a bit self-centered. I can’t believe anyone wouldn’t take care of their lover.” I realized I didn’t know how far either Ellen or Josette had gone. “They didn’t suck him off, did they?”
“Ellen and Josette?” I nodded. “No, they both just had some fun, and then the two strippers fucked with us watching.”
My mind turned inward momentarily, wondering how the twins could possibly have neglected Josette like they had, and realized that it is always harder to see your own faults than it is others. “Stacy, will you promise to tell me if you need something that I’m not providing, tell me if I’m not taking care of you properly?”
“Oh baby,” she said, a shiver running through her body as my hands twiddled her nipples as she rode me, “you are phenomenal.”
And then my sister going down on Josette. Ellen never having been with a woman, Josette never having been with a woman, and Stacy and Carrie trying to give her an orgasm by sucking her nipples. “Do you think she really might have cum just from her nipples being sucked?” I asked. I didn’t have to explain that I was thinking of Josette.
“Ummm, God I’ve always dreamed of something like that.”
“You have? Do you think you could?”
“No.” She leaned back, thrusting her breasts forward into my hands. “I don’t think it would work with me. I love it when you play with my nipples, it turns me on something fierce, but it’s not that intense for me. I’m pretty sure Josette could though. She was twisting and squirming just before Ellen went down on her.” She giggled. “And Ellen said she was sure when I put sun lotion on her that if I’d fingered her, she would have come.”
“Fuck,” I said, raising my hips and cock into my cousin.
“That turns you on?” She asked, leaning forward, and pivoting her pussy up and down on my cock. It was a familiar position, I could tell she was getting close to orgasm, as was I. “Thinking of your sister with Josette?”
“No… making Josette cum with just her nipples… or you fingering her.” I couldn’t say that the thought of my sister naked and going down on a woman wasn’t arousing, but it was the thought of Josette writhing beneath canlı bahis şirketleri Carrie and Stacy, her hands imagined on the back of their heads holding them to her breasts, that had triggered my imagination.
“Oh Fuck! I’m going to cum,” Stacy said. Shuddering and quivering, seconds later her pussy clamped against my cock. I relinquished my twiddling of her nipples with my left hand and reached down, finding her clit with my thumb and increasing her pleasure. Seconds later she began thrusting on me in earnest, attempting to give me release, and shortly after I came inside her.
“Do you suppose that would be called a nipplegasm?” Stacy asked a while later as we were once again cuddled together.
“Sucking them to orgasm?” I stated, confirming what she was thinking.
“Maybe someday we should give it a try? See if we can’t get her off?” I did not respond, just continued to hold her close.
I had only ever barely met Josette, when they’d arrived to pick up Stacy, and again a few days later when they dropped her off, but had never gotten any kind of mutual attraction vibe from her. Sure, she was very attractive, although a bit skinny for my tastes, but that did not mean I had any desire to bed the woman. My thoughts drifted back to Carrie, and Stacy offering to share me with Carrie, to let me, or have me, fuck Carrie even before I met her.
“You would want me… you’d want us, to try and get her off together?”
“You wouldn’t want to?”
“That’s not what I asked,” I answered. “You said maybe someday we could try and get her off together by sucking her nipples? You’d want me to join you?” I had no problem imagining that perhaps Stacy would be interested in playing with Josette, any more than I no longer had any problem seeing her, or us, playing with Carrie.
“More like, maybe I could join you when you’re fucking her?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, rolling my head over to look at Stacy. “You’re thinking I’m going to fuck a woman that I don’t even know?”
“Of course, you are. She’s my BFF too.” She giggled and continued, “She was a bit miffed that we’d gone to Mexico and taken Carrie with us and hadn’t even told her. We’ve shared everything together for years.”
I just laid there thinking for a moment, extrapolating what she was saying. If they shared everything, and she wanted to share me with Josette, and already had with Carrie, and they were obviously healthy hetero or bisexuals, eventually the two of them were likely to hook up with someone else. If Stacy wanted to share me with her BFF’s, did that mean that she also wanted them to share with her?
“I, um… Someday they’re likely to hook up with someone of their own… so are you saying… um…” I didn’t finish the words; the thought was easily understood by Stacy. We were getting quite good at that, following what each other was thinking, finishing each other’s sentences, answering before the sentence was complete.
“That I would want them to share their hubby with me too?” Her head shook no on my shoulder. “Not at all. I’m not interested, I’ve got all I want with you. I don’t want any other man.”
“Oh.” I mulled this over in my mind, coming up with another discrepancy. “Is that why you didn’t suck that stripper when he offered?”
“Yeah. I wasn’t interested.”
“No thoughts of your last time as a single woman letting your hair out and going wild and fuck someone else?”
“Nah. Not me. It was fun to watch the two of them fuck, but I didn’t want to suck or fuck him. Besides, if I had wanted to do that, the guy that was hitting on me that first night I would have liked better. More my type.”
“Guy? The first night?” she’d shifted into something she hadn’t told me before. “What was that?”
“We went to Costas nightclub, and there was this one guy that was hitting on my pretty hard, but I didn’t let him get carried away too much.”
“Too much?” I picked up on that without knowing what it meant.
“What, is my hubby-to-be jealous?” she giggled, wrapping her arm over my chest.
“No, just that you said “too much” which implies that something happened. I just wondered what.”
“He felt me up.”
“Oh?” I said, not really asking for more details but giving the opportunity.
“Yeah. We danced quite a bit. At first when he was behind me, he put his hands on my hips. Later when he was in front, he pulled me against him with his hands on my bottom. Later we had a slow dance, and he had my hand in his, held between us and he pushed our hands against my breast and was rubbing my nipple with his thumb. That’s when I broke it off. I just told him it had been fun, but that was as far as it was going, and I started dancing with others. It wasn’t but a few minutes later that we left. Ellen wanted to know why I didn’t let him take me home.”
“My sister?” I said, shocked again. “Why that little…” I didn’t finish.
Stacy laughed outright. “I don’t think she’s the prude that you thought she was.”
“Wow. I guess not.” I thought canlı kaçak iddaa for just a second, “Did she?”
“Did she what?”
“Go home with someone? Sleep with someone?”
“No. But she has.”
“What??” I said, looking down at her again. “Tell me.”
“That’s how she knew about Desert Sun. They were there a couple of years ago, shared a suite just like we did, and… well, they ended up having sex with each other’s spouses.”
“My sister is a swinger?”
“I don’t know as they are all the time. From what she said it was a one-time thing, but she also said that she enjoyed it. They enjoyed it.
I shook my head, my memories coming to the forefront. Years of living in the same house with my sister, knowing that my buddy’s, when they were over, were always asking where my sister was. I never saw her naked, but I had seen her wrapped in a towel between the bath and her room. I knew she looked pretty good in a bikini, but I had never been interested; my sister had never been a sexual thought in my mind. I remembered her going to her senior prom, with a dress that left her upper chest bare, the first time I had ever wondered how a dress like that stayed up. I knew she’d had boyfriends, but she’d never been around the house with them that much. Her husband Dave was the first guy that she ever brought home for dinner. The following day when I asked her about him, she confessed she was going to marry him, but that he just didn’t know it yet. Outwardly, at least in front of our parents, she had always seemed somewhat conservative and reserved, and here I was finding that she had, at least once, swapped husbands with a girlfriend.
Suddenly it dawned on me. Carrie and Stacy sucking Josette’s nipples. Ellen had gone down on Josette; Carrie and Stacy I knew were lovers… had my sister and my fiancée also become lovers? I gulped. “Stace?”
“Yeah?”
“You said that Ellen went down on Josette while you and Carrie were sucking her nipples…”
“Yeah.”
“Did um, Ellen and you…” I had butterflies in my stomach as I asked. If Stacy was playing with Carrie, and with Josette – was it that much different that perhaps she’d played with my sister also? How exactly did I feel about that? I wasn’t sure.
“No.”
“Oh.”
“Would you have liked that?”
“God, I don’t know. I don’t think so. My wife having sex with my sister? My sister having sex with my wife? That just seems too weird. My sister and I have never been attracted to each other, at least, I’ve never been attracted that way to her. If anything, we’ve got a better relationship now than we did when we were teens. We lived in the same house for 18 years, and except when we were kids, I’ve never even seen her naked. I’ve never known anything about what she was doing with boyfriends or anything. It’s just that I know you’ve been with Carrie and Josette and…”
“I hadn’t,” she corrected.
“Hadn’t what?”
“Been with Josette. When Carrie and I were sucking her nipples, that was the first time that Josette and I have ever done anything sexual.”
I thought back over everything that had happened and realized I had skipped a cog. Carrie and Stacy had gotten together while we were separated, and although I knew that Josette was the fill of the trio, Stacy had never said anything about getting together with her. They’d skinny dipped and sunbathed naked at the Fletchers, and somehow, I’d assumed that she’d been with Carrie and Josette even though, thinking back, I realized there had never even been a hint of them together.
“When Josette reached orgasm, Ellen said she couldn’t believe she’d done that. Carrie asked Ellen if she’d ever had a woman go down on her, and she said she hadn’t. Carrie said “Well, I’ll be glad to take care of that,” rolled off the bed, grabbed Ellen’s hand and pulled her up and said, “See you in the morning, this girl needs some TLC.”
“So… you and Josette slept together?”
Stacy giggled, “Well, we didn’t get much sleep.”
The thought of Stacy and Josette together had my cock rising again. The thought of Ellen and Carrie together, totally gone from my mind. “You like that, don’t you? Thinking about Josette and me?”
“What makes you say that?” I queried, knowing I’d been expanding in her hand.
“The way your cock’s getting hard. The same way it did when I told you about Carrie and me.”
“I guess I can’t deny that.” We lay there for a few moments, her just holding my cock and slowly stroking.
“Stace?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Why didn’t I what?”
“Hook up with that guy, or suck the stripper when you had the chance, or probably several other times you could have taken a walk on the wild side. It was your bachelorette party, that’s where those kinds of things happen. One last chance to play around with someone, find out what you’re missing?”
“You wanted me to?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying. But I would have understood if you had.”
It was several moments before she answered. canlı kaçak bahis “I didn’t want to… I don’t think I’m missing anything. I’m not interested in anyone else anymore, you’re the only lover I’m interested in having inside me.”
“Seems to me you’ve still got a few lovers with tongues and fingers.”
“Yeah,” she giggled, “but that’s different. That’s just for fun. They aren’t going to help me make a baby someday.”
“Oh? Are we going to do that?” I asked, teasing as much as anything. Although we’d not yet discussed kids, I knew that I wanted some, and had assumed that Stacy did, but we just hadn’t discussed it.
“I sure hope so.”
“Ok. One baby on the agenda.”
“At least two.”
“Two? Getting kinda pushy, aren’t we?”
“OK, then three. But I’ll settle for two.”
“If you say so.” We lay there quietly, Stacy’s hand gently stroking my cock and I could tell she was getting sleepier. We’d been here before; cuddling, pillow talk, and eventually she’d ask if I was ready to fuck her to sleep. A thought popped into my mind. “Stace?”
“Yeah babe?”
“I’m glad you didn’t fuck anyone else.”
“Me too.” It was several seconds later before she said, “Did you?”
As always when caught with an unexpected question, I repeated the question, giving myself time to think and arrange my answer. “Did I what?”
“Fuck anyone? At your bachelor party? You haven’t told me anything about it.”
“Do you want to hear about it?”
“Yeah. I asked, didn’t I?”
“Mostly it was just getting drunk.”
“A little out of the norm for you.”
“You can say that again.”
Although I had definitely been drunk several times in my life, I’d learned early on that getting drunk seemed ‘fun’ at the time, but the following day always proved that it wasn’t worth it. Usually, I would cut myself off when I was slightly inebriated, and then shift to “hard” drinks, of which I always told the bartender “no more alcohol – whatever I order, make it virgin.” The guys would always think I was having a rum and coke, but it was only coke; or a tequila sunrise, but it was just orange juice and grenadine, or I would order a beer, and they’d give me an O’Doul’s in a glass. Nobody ever knew better. But not that night, they had been ordering, and passing more and more to me, and admittedly I’d gotten quite wasted.
“We started at Morton’s Steakhouse,” I started, immediately interrupted by Stacy.
“Was it good?”
“Excellent.”
“Why haven’t you ever taken me there.”
“I’d never been there either.”
“You’re going to have to take me there.”
“We can do that,” I replied. “Anniversary?”
“What? You expect me to wait a year?”
“Thirteen months.”
“You’re going to have to do better than that.”
“Ok, we will come up with some special occasion. After dinner, we started bar hopping, all the old hangouts. We saw Vickie at the Cocky Bull.”
“Vickie?”
“Victoria… Ms. Big Tits, isn’t that what you called her?”
“Oh, her!” Stacy said, pulling her hand away from my cock.
I laughed, reached down and put her hand back where it had been. “You don’t need to worry, she said hello and wished us the best.”
“I’ll bet. Did you kiss her?”
“Just in saying goodbye. A little peck.”
“Did you feel her up?”
“No. She was with some guy.”
“Too bad. Her loss.” She giggled. “You should have. Last fling as a single guy.”
“What next?”
“The guys took me to all the old hangouts. Saw a couple of the guys from work, and then…” I hesitated and then shrugged it off. She’d told me about going dancing, and somebody feeling her up, so was I going to pretend we hadn’t gone to strip bars… “and then we started on the strip bars.”
“Strip bars? You mean titty bars?”
“Yes, I mean titty bars.”
She giggled. “See anything you liked?”
“I always like pretty girls, you know that.”
“You like tits.” I laughed.
“Yes, I like tits.”
“Did you get a lap dance?”
“What do you think?” I asked in response, neither confirming nor denying.
“Did you get to feel her up?”
“Two of them.”
“Two? How many did you get?”
“The guys bought me a lap dance everywhere we went.”
“How does that work?”
“The girls dance on stage and pay closer attention to you if you put money out for them.”
“Do you have to put money out?”
“No, but they don’t pay much attention to you if you don’t.”
“What do you mean pay attention?”
“Dance right in front of you. Well, not actually ‘dance’, more just twist and squirm and show off their bodies.”
“Naked?”
“They start with clothes on, and gradually strip until they’re naked. At least in two of the places they got naked, the third was in the next town where they had to keep at least a g-string on when they were on stage. But they all got naked for the lap dance.”
“What do they do when they’re dancing on stage?”
“It’s all a tease. They’ll bend over and shake their tits in your face, or bend over backward with their pussy right in front of your face. Sometimes they will sit on the stage and spread their legs. The guys were paying for everything, and when they put a twenty out, one of the girls did that and put her legs onto my shoulders.”
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