Jamie and I have been married for three years. We are insanely happy and have been working this year on getting a house and having a baby. I have gone back to pick up classes to get my education degree. My life as a writer continues to be somewhat fulfilling yet food needs to be put on the table, doesn’t it? I periodically work with Jamie‘s students on special art projects and I love working with her middle schoolers. She suggested I make it a real thing.
Our sex life exploded as soon as we had our first fuck on our wedding night. Yes, old fashioned, but anticipation and expectations were so alive that first penetration gave her an orgasm. We ended up making love three times that night before collapsing.
We took a honeymoon to Florida where I enjoyed amusement parks I never even imagined. Every night we had wonderful sex.
Jamie’s skills as a lover had grown exponentially. Her fire had been lit and she showed no intention of letting it be extinguished. But still…
There was something about her blowjobs that just did not connect. I have a feeling it was a mental block on my own. Annabelle was exquisite, no question. No one made me feel like her both sexually and emotionally. Her love was sweet and unconditional, and strangely enough, carried less baggage than the love I had for my wife.
Jamie‘s family‘s expectations of what she was supposed to be were becoming increasingly heavy burdens for her. Thus the push to have a house and a baby before she was thirty.
I also found that she needed our home to look and feel a certain way. She had control issues no question, but she also feared heavily disappointing her mother. There was a subconscious push for me to have more legitimate and steady employment other than the two part-time customer service jobs I was currently doing in between finishing my book.
It was a week before Christmas when Joel and Annabelle and their two children, yes two, arrived for a special evening with Uncle Michael and Aunt Jamie. Nicole was a sweet and beautiful five-year-old now. Her disposition was so much like her mother, I had to laugh at some of the funny faces she would make. Vincent was a funny two-year-old. His ability to make a disastrous mess everywhere he went had us calling him “the bulldozer.”
Because of the babies, her crazy busy life as a professional psychologist, and them living almost an hour away, my sexual connection with my sister had virtually dried up.
Tonight she had on a beautiful red dress and a sweet green sweater over it. Festive and bright she was more energized than I had seen in a while. We laughed with the children as we all opened gifts and played some fun games.
After dinner of steak, salmon and Au gratin potatoes, Vincent fell asleep on the couch. Nicole was soon behind him and they cuddled up together with a blanket. The grown-ups sat at the dining table and had drinks and my famous cutout cookies. We laughed at funny memories from our college life.
Jamie and Joel flirted as they often did. It was he, after all, who had introduced the two of us at a fundraiser for some ecology charity he worked with. There always had been this unmentioned sexual tension between the two of them. I could see it in the sparkle in her eyes and the playful way she would laugh at many of the things he would say.
Jamie was a little taller than Annabelle and had larger breasts. She also had tight curly reddish hair while my sister had long beautiful brunette waves. So despite them both being beautiful and sexy women, apparently Joel and I desired the other one just as much as our own spouse.
When Joel leered at my wife, Annabelle and I would look at each other and roll our eyes. If they only knew…
The evening started to wind down and the beer had loosened Joel’s boundaries. He groped Jamie‘s ass as we were cleaning up. We all laughed and he said, “It’s a good thing you snatched her up, Michael. Your wife is pretty sexy!”
I had to agree that she was, but I didn’t say it out loud in the moment as my curly-headed beautiful wife gave her vast blank teacher face. She slapped Joel on the shoulder and told him to stop being so naughty. We all laughed knowing that was impossible for him.
He put an arm around my sister and said with dry humor, “So, have you guys ever considered couple swinging?” There was a pause and then even greater laughter as we all knew that life as a professional musician gave him a wolfish reputation. Annabelle never confirmed he played around but there was an assumption.
It was Jamie who playfully brought the conversation to a close. “As much as you want me Joel, I’m sorry, but it just wouldn’t work out. They are brother and sister after all.”
It was in the moment that Annabelle and I locked eyes. We sometimes struggle to hide the fire we had for one another, and for a brief couple of seconds my heart sang with the possibility of having our relationship revealed. She slightly shook herself to unlock our gaze and looked down. Somewhat blushing, she responded, “Yes, that is never going to happen. Besides Mick’s a pain in the ass.”
I laughed and teased back, “Look who’s talking. Take your drunk husband and your sweet kids and get the heck out of here.”
Joel patted my shoulder and in a ridiculously humorous display of put on drunkenness said, “M drot nunk! M filled with holiday shpiritsss!”
A few minutes later, I helped put a sleeping Nicole into the backseat. Hugs and kisses and Merry Christmases were exchanged. Joel and Jamie held each other for a little longer than normal and he whispered quite loudly, “Consider my offer, gorgeous.”
She slapped his chest and blushed “You are horrible!”
It wasn’t a no.
I gave Annabelle a hug and whispered in her ear, “If they only knew how much I miss your body.”
“Fuck yesss…”
We broke our embrace, and Jamie was staring with a funny look on her face. “Well, they were whispering, maybe they are considering it.” I was surprised she was so calm usually being very cold. We had come out to load the car without jackets and her nipples were tenting her sweater.
The moment was completely surreal. Annabelle was holding my hand, and I felt her grip tighten. There was no mistaking the sexual tension in the cold night air, even though it was all offered with cautious humor.
It was my turn to look exasperated, “I was actually telling my sweet sister that her husband is drunk and is acting like a horn dog. And that it turns on my wife considerably.” Jamie looked shocked then mortified knowing her impressive nipples were now in every one’s sight. She quickly folded her arms and gave a ridiculous shiver.
I smirked at the sight. “Looks like I’m going to have a fun night!”
More laughter and goodbyes, and off they went. As soon as we got back in the apartment there was a thickness in the air. Neither of us said much as we finished the last of the cleanup and turned off the Christmas tree.
We had smallish talk about the evening as we got ready for bed. But as soon as we climbed in and embraced with a soft kiss good night we exploded into sexual frenzy. I think I may have actually torn her pajamas. We forewent the oral foreplay and were quickly fucking in doggy style, a position she had considered disgusting three years earlier. It was now her favorite and she was confirming that fact with deep sexual grunting. I asked her as we fucked if Joel still turned her on and she said, “I hate to –ungh – say it, but yes he does!”
After she said it, I felt her pussy spasm in the prelude to a big orgasm. She was really on fire! “I hope that doesn’t – oh my god Michael! Right there! I hope that doesn’t huuurrrt your feelings!” Her cunt clenched.
I had to internally admit the opposite. My relationship with Annabelle possibly being out in the open while my wife and her husband explored their sexual attraction made my shaft swell to celebratory proportions! I drove to an explosive orgasm, firing off rope after rope deep inside her clutching tunnel as she shook with her own orgasm. We collapsed on the bed panting, a bit bewildered by what had just happened.
“It…pant pant…does not!…”
I was ready to seriously explore the topic, strike while the iron was hot as it were. But Jamie suddenly had a crisis of guilt and jumped out of bed, grabbed her torn pajamas, and raced for the bathroom where she uncharacteristically closed the door. I softly whispered to myself, “fuck…too far, Mick…”
I knew better than to bring the subject back up so the evening’s flirtation and possibilities went undiscussed.
***
On a Saturday in late January we had a decent snow. I suggested we drive to their town and make a day of sledding and playing with the kids. Jamie lit up as she loved to be with them and it had been since the New Years Day party at my brother’s that we had seen them. A quick call and affirmation, and we hit the road.
As we drove along, I could feel the sexual tension returning. Jamie had the sparkle in her eyes and she was very focused. I asked if she was all right and she said she just wanted to concentrate on driving in the snow. She always drove the two of us, part of her control issues.
The day went beautifully. It looked like something out of a movie: clumpy falling snow, the children laughing as we all made a snowman. The six of us enjoyed sledding and tobogganing at a nearby park, but it soon became apparent that the kids needed a nap. We headed back to Annabelle and Joel’s house. After unwrapping us all from our winter gear, the children were set down for a nap, Nicole complaining she was too old for naps even as she yawned in front of all of us. It was beyond cute.
So there we were, the four of us sipping hot chocolate and trying not to talk about the elephant in the room. Then Annabelle shocked even me.
“I’m going to say something here that I hope does not ruin us forever, but I think it needs to be talked about.”
My eyes must have been the size of saucers. I’m sure they all could hear my heartbeat. I felt Jamie tense up next to me and glance at Joel as if to get an explanation. He looked just as confused as the two of us.
“Joel, I love you more than anything on the planet. Our life together is magical like a storybook. But I cannot help but notice how you are attracted to other people. We all are.” A dangerous glance my way and then she continued. “I know you are attracted to Jamie, who wouldn’t be. She’s sexy as hell.”
I made to interrupt but she went on.
“I think the two of you should make love. I think you should go down to the basement rec room and enjoy yourself for the next hour. Not to get it out of your system, but just to see if it’s what you really think it is. I’m not asking for us to end our marriages just asking us to take a risk…see what might be out there…” She squeezed his hand, “Share our love.”
Shockingly, it was my wife who cleared her throat and spoke next. “Craziest thing I’ve ever heard or the bravest?” Annabelle shrugged and Jamie turned to Joel. “I have talked to Michael about my attraction to you. Let’s just say it, so it’s real. I find you very sexy and you…arouse me…” She took a deep breath. “Oh boy…I just said it out loud.”
Joel nodded. “Well, I think you’re beautiful.” Jamie closed her eyes and shivered. I knew her pussy was soaking wet right now because her nipples were screaming. “And very sexy.” Joel looked down and took a deep breath, then turned to me. “My wife has made a generous offer. I’m not sure how you feel about it.”
It was obvious to the rest of us that Jamie had not said no nor did she act in the least bit disgusted.
They all looked at me as the deciding vote. I laughed and put my hands up in surrender. “Not only do I not protest, I give my encouragement and consent. Baby, go down and fuck the hell out of my brother-in-law.”
We all laughed and Jamie made a face of mock frustration. “Stop, you’re gonna ruin it!”
Two minutes later, my wife had kissed me and asked once more. I had said I was fine with it and told her to have a good time.
“Thank you, Michael. I love you.”
The two of them headed downstairs.
Annabelle and I sat back down, silent and shocked by what had happened. No question (at least on my part) both of us were extremely aroused.
My heart continued to thump loudly. My breathing was normal, but my ears were pricked. I guess I was waiting to hear whether or not the two of them would go through with it. I looked up and Annabelle’s eyes were closed. I think she was doing the same thing. I softly whispered, “Um…are you okay? That was… Crazy.”
She finally opened her eyes, and a big smile came over her face. “And really, really sexy. Right?” She took my hand in hers and squeezed. “Our spouses are in the basement about to fuck.” Her voice dropped an octave. “And I want you more right now than I ever have before.”
One veil had been torn away, why not make it a complete set? Without letting go of her hand, I stood and encouraged her to do the same. We locked in an embrace and a kiss that had us both humming. Our hands were all over each other’s bodies in our familiar dance of mutual satisfaction.
Then as we slowly pulled back with heated expectation, the sound of Jamie’s voice rose up through the heating vent.
“OHHHH JOOoooelll…”
My sister and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. Then quickly quieted as to not be heard.
I was shocked how incredibly happy I was. No jealousy, no confusion, not even sadness or disappointment. It was all joy!
More importantly, I felt like the biggest weight had been lifted off me. There was no way the two of them downstairs could object to the love Annabelle and I shared. Our love-laughter lessened as we could hear grunting from both in rhythmic copulation of some kind.
A competitive look appeared on my sister’s face, the same that always came over her during dunking games, or softball. She stared at me with determination. “We sure as hell aren’t gonna let them win, are we?”
I shook my head and grabbed her waist, lifting her up onto the table. She squealed slightly, and I said, “Fuck no, or rather, fuck yes?”
Within a few seconds, she lifted her legs, and I had pulled off her panties. She left the dress on and I planted my face on her hairy vulva. She was moaning and tossing her sweater and undoing the top of her dress. While one hand was still working on her bra, she grabbed my head with the other. Gripping my curly hair she breathed, “Yesss baby! Yesss,” as my mouth devoured the sweetest pussy I had ever eaten.
I pulled her labia in, I ran my tongue around her clitoris, I slipped my finger all the way inside and found the rough patch at the top of her wall. She rotated my head and the crinkly sound of her abundant pubic hair accompanied my moans and humming. After some direct assault, she shook and gripped my head even tighter as her body orgasmed. I was delighted to look up at her head tilting back; her left hand squeezing her nipple. I groaned into her labia as the delightful white of her mother’s milk came spraying out.
I knew before this was over I’d have to get a taste again. But for now, the nectar of her feminine essence was quenching me in a way like no other fluid on the planet.
From below, the echoes of my wife calling out an orgasm spurred me on to the next stage. I was soon standing and frantically unbuckling my pants which dropped the floor with a clunk. My cock was already stiff and ready. Annabelle leaned up and kissed me hard. The hand that was in my hair continuing to squeeze my scalp. It hurt, but I loved it because it meant passion.
After we broke the kiss, she grabbed my cock and lined him up with her sweet opening. I moan-sang and she quietly breathed, “Mick, my sexy sweet brother, fuck me better than my husband is fucking your wife!”
Driven to a level of insanity that could not have been predicted, I grunted loudly and shoved all the way into her with one thrust. She flopped back onto the table, biting her lip to suppress the scream of her orgasm. There was no holding back. Her legs wrapped around me and my hips went into overdrive.
The Love, passion, and desire I had for this woman for the past ten years was wildly burning in my soul and flowing through the seven inches of hard phallus plunging in and out of her.
There was love in every thrust, every push. There was desire in every nerve of my body. I put my hands on the table next to her, sweat dripping off my face as I stared into her eyes. We telepathically decided to be as quiet as we could, an unspoken agreement to make sure the kids didn’t wake up,…
