Robert Vickers - Three way wife

This was almost as much fun as toweling each other off. The feel of the fluffy towel across her snatch made Wendy shiver with desire. She let Alan do anything he wanted and when it came her turn to towel him off, she let her imagination run wild. The use of a towel on a man's balls had never occurred to her before.

She felt delightfully sinful as she caressed and dried his balls and cock and allowed him to kiss her at the same time the time. By the time they were both dry, they were both ready to fuck again. And they did. Right there on the floor of the bathroom.

"I swear, it's been great these past few days, Katherine," said Wendy, slowly sipping at her cup of coffee. Her mind ranged back over how Alan had turned into a real sex machine. The man couldn't get enough – and she couldn't give him enough!

They were both almost perpetually turned on and willing to fuck. This was so different from the way it had been that the woman couldn't help confiding it with her younger sister.

Katherine smiled knowingly. Wendy thought this was something that had been a secret. Far from it, as far as she was personally concerned. Sure, Wendy had been getting a lot of action out of Alan. So had she. The young girl had plied the man with all the seductive charms she came so admirably equipped with. He had melted into her arms more than once in the past week.

And they had fucked so many times she had lost track. Wendy would have been shocked out of her head if she knew that she was getting only a part of Alan's mighty prick.

"I noticed," was all Katherine said. She smiled a bit broader, and wondered if her older sister would ever suspect that she was the other woman in Alan's life. She doubted it. Wendy was so naive about a lot of things.

"I guess so," blushed Wendy. "It's just that I'm so hyper all the time. Really keyed up about it. For a while, we were seriously thinking of getting a divorce. All the zest had gone out of our lives. Now that it's back, I guess I can't tell enough people."

"Alan's a real stud, that's for sure."

"Yeah," Wendy said, her eyes going glassy as she remembered all the times they had balled. Never repeating a position had been the secret to their arousal. The idea that only the missionary position was "proper" had almost wrecked their marriage. She was gladder than ever that they had gone to the drive-in movie that night with the idea of recapturing some of the thrill of the days when they had only been dating. It had launched them on a brand new sexual track that didn't seem to have any end.

"He tastes good, too," said Katherine, deliberately provoking her older sister. Wendy looked at her strangely and brushed a strand of red hair from her eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I just said he tasted as good as he fucks. Which is damned good." She felt a thrill pass through her as she realized she was going to tell her sister every intimate detail of how Alan had fucked her, too. "Alan and I have been getting it on for the past week. When you turned him on, nothing can turn him off. He's been balling me as well as you. And I'm glad! Damn, but he's a fine stud!"

"What?" Wendy said, unbelieving. "You can't mean you and Alan have been…"

"That and everything else. We've been eating each other until it hardly pays to go to the dinner table. And I found out something really sexy. We're both exhibitionists. You know that ball game we went to the other day?"

Wendy could only nod. She hadn't gone because she'd had a headache. Besides, she didn't much like baseball.

"It was a ball game, all right. He balled me in plain view of twenty thousand fans!"

"Katherine, if you're lying to me!"

"I'm not, honest!" Katherine smiled her wicked smile and hastened on. "Look, Wendy, I'm not putting you down. It's just that Alan's too much man for any single woman."

"Not for me."

"Yes, even for you." The teenager began to soften her tone a little. She didn't want to get thrown out of the house. After all, she was imposing on their hospitality until her parents got back from their trip. And she didn't want to jeopardize her arrangement with Alan. It was best that this all come out right now while Wendy was still feeling good about her revitalized sex life.

"Look, Sis, it's not so bad," Katherine told her. "You've been happy, haven't you? So have I. Who's getting hurt? Nobody! And Alan sure isn't complaining. Well," she smiled, "not much. He said his balls ached from coming too much. Poor baby!"

"I… I don't know what to say. You shouldn't have done this to me!"

"I haven't done anything to you. You're doing it all to yourself right now. I haven't taken Alan away from you. I've only been sharing him. Look, Sis, he loves you and you obviously love him. So what's to say I can't love him and let him love me right back? What's wrong with three people being in love with each other?"

"That's sick!"

"No, it isn't. It's lovely. We're even keeping it in the family, so to speak. It's not like it was incest or anything. I'm only his sister-in-law. And what would be hurt even if we were blood relatives? We do love each other. And we're good for one another."

"No, this isn't right," Wendy maintained. "I won't be a party to any three-way love affair. It's dirty!"

"So what?" Katherine said, moving closer to her sister. "That's someone else's opinion, not yours. You haven't had time to think it through. If it feels good, go with it. Don't be old fashioned." Katherine's hand rested on her older sister's leg and squeezed reassuringly.

Then one squeeze changed position just a little bit and they found themselves staring at one another, their faces less than an inch apart.

"No, we can't…" said Wendy. And then it happened. Katherine closed the gap between them and kissed her sister full on the lips. At first it was a kiss without passion but it quickly changed. Neither of them knew who really responded first, nor did it matter.

The kiss developed real meaning. The feelings pent up in both of their trim bodies flowed through their lips. They crushed together harder and really kissed one another then. Lips parting, their tongues explored the other's mouth. The dancing pink tongues rolled over and over until they were both gasping in unison. Their salvias mixed and turned into a heady wine.

Finally, Wendy broke off, panting. "We can't do this! It's not right!"

"But it feels too good to stop, Sis," complained Katherine. To prove her point, she let her hand run up under her sister's skirt until she came to her fleecy pussy mound. The teenager was surprised to find her sister wasn't wearing any panties.

"No, I'm not," said Wendy. "For Alan, I'm not. This seems to really turn him on. And it is sort of sexy. I like the feel of the air running over my p-p-pussy lips." She stuttered a little getting the word out. But once she did, she felt a lot better.

"He probably got that from me. Check it out. I don't wear any, either!"

Katherine gasped as eager fingers outlined her dewy cunt lips. When her sister's finger probed between the turgid flaps and poked all the way up into her pussy, she came. It wasn't much, but she was strung out sexually by the idea of making it with her very own sister.

Incest. But not just any incest. This was lesbian incest, a double edged thrill for both of them. Totally illicit, even dirty in the ways they had been raised. But exciting. Both of their pussies were drooling now and nothing could contain their need for each other's body.

They flowed and moved and struggled passionately until they were on the floor, their faces buried in each other's cunt. This was the traditional 69 position, but with a difference. After all, they knew what turned themselves on. They were both women.

"Ummmm, Sis, this is wonderful. I've never eaten out a cunt before!" cried Katherine, her tongue worming its way between the salty, tangy coated cunt lips.