Kevin Sellers: This family does it

But… what on earth did Ted have to feel guilty about?

He was heading for the door, practically on the dead run.

"You're – you're not going to just leave me like this! Baby – oh, damn!"

He paused just long enough to say goodbye, not quite looking in the direction of her nude, unfulfilled body. "Got to, Share. Maybe tonight we'll relax, okay? See you then, hon."

And with that parting glimmer of a promise, he fled.

For a long time Sharon simply lay like that, her cunt still tingling with an itch that hadn't been scratched for two days. She reached down and massaged her aching pussy, fingering its wetness and wondering. Just what the hell had gotten into her horny husband lately.

"Ohhhhh, damn you, Ted!" The words came out in a groan as her fingers slickened, rubbing harder! "Damn you… ahhh…"

At the moment she would gladly have remained right where she was and fingered at least a little pleasure out of her glowing cunt. But she'd promised to pick Joyce up for a shopping excursion this morning, and there seemed little point in trying to grab a bit of momentary satisfaction now, and then spend the rest of the day trying to pretend it had been enough…

With a sigh she pulled her fingers away, sopping wet.

"Ohhh!"

At last, arching incredibly with unsoothed need, she rose to dress.

Neither of the two women were much in the mood for shopping and despite their light conversation and attempted interest the morning dragged on through lunchtime before they finally drove back to Joyce's house to deposit the items they'd managed to purchase in spite of their lack of enthusiasm.

It wasn't until they entered the living room and dropped their bundles that either of them relaxed.

"I hate to admit this, but shopping wears me out!" Plopping onto the couch with a loud groan, Joyce fanned feebly at her sweaty face. "My God, it must be a hundred degrees out, there! Do you know what I need right this moment? A nice tall glass of ice-cold lemonade! How does that sound?"

"Uhmmmm, like heaven!" Sharon agreed, wiping the beads of perspiration from her face and trying as best she could to ignore the extra warmth that came from her pussy, just as it had been doing all morning. "What're we waiting for? Let's go!"

They headed for the kitchen, two heated women eager for some cooling off.

"Here, why don't you just sit down and relax while I do the honors?" It was Sharon who took over, firmly guiding her sister-in-law to a kitchen chair and turning to get the drinks. She took two large glasses out of a cupboard, then went to the refrigerator.

The moment she opened its door and a blast of cool air hit her, she gasped. "Oh my God, that feels good!"

She acted impulsively, giving in to the glow that seethed inside her.

Joyce turned her head, and blurted in surprise. "Sharon! What on earth?"

Sharon was unbuttoning her blouse and even as the brunette looked on she pulled it wide open and thrust her tits into the coolness with a loud pleased sigh.

"Uhmnnn, that's just exactly what I needed? Oh yessss…" She glanced over at Joyce, who was gaping.

An impish look crept over her face at her own boldness. "Well, it was! And to be perfectly honest, you ought to try it too. In fact, I think I'll just take advantage of the situation and cool myself off right!"

Those words were hardly out when she was jerking the blouse off altogether and reaching for the snap of her jeans.

Joyce could hardly help but ogle as the young woman shed her jeans and panties, then stood absolutely nude at the open refrigerator door with her arms outstretched, enjoying her own shocking display as much as the cool, refreshing air that wafted over her.

"Sharon Brant, you must be crazy!" Joyce found her voice at last. "Prancing around like that – even thought Will isn't home, he could always come walking through the door and… you simply ought to be ashamed!"

In retort Sharon stuck her tongue out. Her abrupt, uncharacteristic actions had their effect. Joyce had to laugh.

"Come and try it, Joyce. You'll see. It's nicer than lemonade! Anyway, if Will does come in unexpectedly, it won't look quite so bad if there are two of us prancing around!"

Joyce couldn't stop laughing and Sharon danced around the refrigerator to get aired all over, laughing as well. It was the kind of silly situation that broke the dreariness of a dull morning, and Joyce found herself joining in.

"Well, I really shouldn't. It seems so… so wicked! But I am hot enough to explode, and oh, damn you for starting this, all right!"

Setting her jaw in defiance, she began to unbutton her own blouse. Bra followed. Then shoes and slacks and panties. Embarrassed but determined not to show it, she joined her sister-in-law.

"Ohhhhh…"

The refrigerator fanned a cold burst over her bare, sweaty flesh, and she goose-pimpled. The women stood side by side, both enjoying the fresh tingles that surged across their heated bodies.

Joyce had to admit it felt nice. She began to relax, despite herself.

Then Sharon's voice broke through the moment.

"Joyce – my goodness! Your tits are absolutely magnificent! I never thought – why, you make me look positively flat-chested!"

She was staring pointedly at the older woman's outthrust tits, her blue eyes wide with blatant admiration.

Joyce couldn't resist a flush of pleasure that seeped through her at that praise, especially since it came from a woman who had large, well-developed tits herself.

"Really, Sharon, you're going to make me blush. And besides, we can both see perfectly well that there's hardly any difference between us – or are you just fishing for compliments, yourself?"

They were facing each other now, and Sharon shook her head with a look of rapt envy. "I mean it, Joyce. To be absolutely honest I always did think I was well-endowed, but standing here with you like this… why, I look like a half-grown teenager! You really do have the most gorgeous titties I ever saw. They're… why, they're just fantastic!"

Suddenly her hands shot up. Caught up in admiring those lush huge-nippled tits, she captured them in her palms.

"Ahhh – Sharon…"

A tremor shot through Joyce as her tits were hefted up for examination. Their large, rounded areolas swelled in immediate response, and her nipples began to expand.

"I just can't get over these," the blonde murmured, not noticing her sister-in-law's gasp. "They're just… my God, look at me! Mine aren't even half as nice!"

Shoving her own big tits forward for display, she brought them up until her nipples almost brushed Joyce's stiffening fat buds. The two women gazed down at their confronting tits, each taking in the other's as if to compare them.

A surge of heat rippled in Joyce's pussy. Truthfully, she enjoyed the appreciation of an attractive young woman like Sharon. And she especially enjoyed having her tits held, no matter how unintentional the reason. Her nipples spiked toward those creamy, slightly smaller tits, and when she spoke her voice was throaty.

"Don't… don't put yourself down, darling. After all, you've got more than enough to please any man, and I can prove it. See?"

She reached up, repaying Sharon's favor by palming her young unsagging tits and lifting them outward as well. Their nipples touched, and an electric spark seemed to jump between the two nude women.

Suddenly Sharon was all too aware of the tickling arousal deep in her own cunt. A bit breathless, she tried to ignore that tickle. "Well, maybe I'm not exactly flat-chested, after all! But we both have to admit your tits are nicer. And those nipples! They're just scrumptious!" Her thumbs flicked across Joyce's tautened peaks, making them quiver.

Joyce trembled, her cunt gushing with heated pleasure. Dimly she realized they made a wicked spectacle – standing here holding each other's tits, for God's sake! But the creamy ooze of warmth deep in her pussy more than made up for the awkwardness of the situation. She eased forward, and her brown thick cunt bush lightly entangled with Sharon's gold one.