Rebekka showed up at Sandra’s house about fifteen minutes after Sandra called her. Sandra was our family fitness trainer and she had lured me into a private physical fitness session at her house, just a few miles from where my wife and I lived.
Rebekka was Sandra’s very gregarious and astoundingly beautiful sister-in-law. Standing at just little over five feet and an inch or so tall, she had a modelesque figure and very long brown hair that reached to her lower back. Her smile was just as engaging as she was. From the moment I saw her stepping into Sandra’s house, I was in lust.
Sandra quickly introduced me as a friend, even as I stood shirtless, shoeless and in my jeans in the living room. Sandra had slipped on a satin robe to cover herself. We had just finished a marathon love-making session and even though I was spent and exhausted, I felt second wind filling me as Rebekka proffered a smile, a wink and a “well, it’s nice to meet you” response.
Rebekka was casually attired in some running shorts and a sports bra, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Sandra looped her arm under mine and led me to the couch. Rebekka followed, sitting down beside me, as Sandra sat opposite her sister-in-law, with me squeezed between them.
Sandra’s robe parted, exposing her breast and making it easily clear that she was not wearing anything underneath. She slipped her hand on my thigh and asked if I wanted anything to drink.
“No,” I casually replied.
“Well, I’m thirsty,” Sandra intoned, standing up and heading towards the kitchen. She glanced back at Rebekka and myself and intoned, “Can I trust you guys to behave?”
“We’ll try,” Rebekka replied, slipping her hand on to my thigh. I gently rested my hand on top of Rebekka’s hand. She took my hand in hers and placed my hand on to her bare thigh just above the hemline of her running shorts.
“You’re cute,” Rebekka intoned, moving her hand to my inner thigh.
“You’re freakin’ awesome yourself,” I replied, gently squeezing the inside of Rebekka’s inner thigh. She parted her legs, which I took to be an invitation, of sorts, to do some exploring. I slipped my fingers under the edge of her loose fitting running shorts, ever so close to her crotch. Rebekka’s eyes widened and she grabbed hold of my hand. She took in a deep breath and then forcefully exhaled.
“Oh-my-gawd!” Rebekka exclaimed, “You see something, and you simply go for it, huh?”
“No,” I replied, as I shifted her hand from my inner though and on to the bulge that had formed in my trousers. I held her hand in place, and with my free right hand, I forced my fingers in past the waistband of her jogging shorts.
Rebekka laid her head back on the couch and closed her eyes as I pushed my hand further and further into her shorts. I could feel the warmth and moistness of her womanhood. She was already worked up. I was astonished. She pinched her nipples through the thin fabric of her sports bra.
“Damn,” Rebekka breathlessly extolled as I worked my finger back and forth over her clit.
Within seconds, Rebekka was arching her back and then lifting her buttocks off the couch. She pushed her gym shorts down her well-toned and muscled legs, past her knees and then her ankles. She was cleanly shaven, which I loved.
Sandra stepped back into the living room. She stopped at the sight of me finger-pleasuring her sister-in-law.
“What the-?” Sandra started to ask. I guess the sight of me finger-probing her sister-in-law was quite an unexpected sight.
“Shut up,” Rebekka replied.
Sandra sat her drink on the coffee table, then proceeded to position herself between her sister-in-law’s spread legs. Sandra opened her satin robe and allowed it to slip off her shoulders and to the floor, revealing her nakedness to Rebekka.
“Now,” Rebekka extolled, “Now we’re talkin’!”
Sandra pinched her nipples as she stared down at Rebekka. Rebekka leaned forward and pulled her sister-in-law on to her lap, planting kisses on her breasts and her neck. All I could do at this point was to happily watch the show. I unfastened my trousers and slipped out of them as Rebekka and Sandra mauled each other.
Upon seeing my rock-hard tool, Rebekka grabbed it with one hand, squeezing it. I thought for sure I was going to shoot my load right then and there. Somehow, don’t ask me how, but we ended up with Rebekka going down on me and Sandra going down on Rebekka.
I was about to blow my load down Rebekka’s throat when she pulled off of me.
“I gotta have it!” Rebekka pleaded, working her way into a position to straddle me, as she looked down on me, her bald pussy hovering over my manhood. Sandra repositioned herself at my head, her juicy pussy mere inches from my face. She faced her sister-in-law.
“Do it,” Sandra instructed Rebekka. “Get on it, girl!”
I could feel Rebekka guiding my tool into her warm and moist pussy. The walls of her pussy clamped down on my tool, then released themselves, then contracted a second time in a vice-like lock on my manhood. Our pubic bones crashed into one another. Rebekka worked her hips in a slow roll, as she interlocked her hands on my chest, looking down at me. I could tell she was holding back. Her fingers went white.
Sandra grabbed Rebekka’s head and forced her to look upwards. The two of them locked lips and Rebekka simply lost it at that point. She exploded in a massive orgasm that caused her to flood the couch with her womanly juices. I shot my load deep inside of her at about the same time. Several spurts. Hard and deep.
“Oh-my-gawd!” Rebekka exclaimed. “I can feel you cumming.”
There was no denying the obvious. Rebekka shook and trembled as she and Sandra swapped deep-throated kisses. Finally, at some point, nature took its course and I slipped out of Rebekka. She continued to press her sloppy wet pussy against me, slowly rocking back and forth, as she and Sandra continued to swap spit.
“Can we take this to the bedroom?” I asked.
I have no idea how long we spent in the bedroom. Somehow, I managed a second erection. I wouldn’t be able to cum again, but Sandra was the happy beneficiary of things, as she and Rebekka continued to enjoy their lascivious love-making. I had seen two girls doing each other in porno flicks, but this was a whole new experience for me.
I showered as Rebekka and Sandra continued their love-making. I headed back to work but didn’t make it there. I drove home and stumbled back to the house and into bed. I was exhausted. My wife thought I was sick when she came home and found me asleep. I got some good comfort food and made a remarkable recovery.
Sandra texted me and apologized, without saying the reason for her apology. I told her she didn’t have to apologize.
“I have a question,” she texted.
“Go for it,” I answered.
“Rebekka has a friend…” Sandra texted back.
Damn. Yes, there is a part three. Unbelievably so…
