She stepped closer, her voice lowering. “And are you looking forward to dessert?” There was something in her tone, soft, suggestive, that made his stomach flip.
“I, uh, yeah. Sure,” he stammered, unsure if he was imagining the intent behind her words.
She tilted her head, studying him, and then her smile widened. “Relax, John. I know,” she said, her voice calm and knowing.
He blinked, confused. “You know?”
Linda leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered. “I swapped dresses with Mary earlier. This was my idea. A treat for you.”
Shock hit him like a punch to the chest, his words faltering in his throat. “Wait. You… set this up?”
She nodded, her expression playful but serious. “You thought I wouldn’t notice you have a blow job right next to me? I know your sex face, John. Mary and I thought it might be fun to surprise you. Judging by the look on your face, I’d say it worked.”
John’s mind spun as he tried to process her words, but then Linda leaned closer again, her next suggestion dropping like a bombshell. “How about we go upstairs for dessert, with Mary?”
At those words, Mary climbed out from under the table, looking flushed and pleased with herself.
“Well, John,” Mary said, her tone playful and teasing, “are you ready for a double helping of dessert?”
John’s mouth opened, but no words came out. His brain scrambled for something to say, some way to process what was happening, but all he could manage was a stunned silence. His face burned with embarrassment, and yet, beneath the shock, a current of anticipation sparked through him.
Linda giggled, giving Mary a mischievous glance. “Oh, I hope he’s ready,” she said, squeezing John’s hand. “He’s already had a taste, after all.”
He stared at her, wide-eyed, unable to speak. Linda just smirked, taking his hand and gently tugging him towards the stairs.
Mary smirked, stepping closer as the three of them ascended the staircase together. The air between them was electric, the tension thick enough to feel. John remained speechless, his body moving on autopilot as his wife and sister-in-law led him towards the privacy of the bedroom. The idea of what lay ahead left his mind spinning, equal parts nervous and exhilarated.
The three of them stepped into the bedroom, Linda closing the door quietly behind them. The soft click of the latch seemed to echo in John’s ears, heightening his sense of surreal disbelief. He stood frozen near the foot of the bed as Linda and Mary exchanged a quick look before, without hesitation, they began to undress.
Linda slipped out of her black dress with practiced ease, the fabric pooling around her feet. She stood in front of him in matching lace lingerie, her curves accentuated by the delicate material. Mary was no less confident, unzipping the orange dress and letting it slide off her shoulders, revealing her smooth skin and toned figure. The two women moved with a casual grace, as though this were the most natural thing in the world.
John remained rooted to the spot, his mind still grappling with the situation. His wife turned to him, hands on her hips, a playful smirk on her lips. “Come on, John. Get a move on, or someone’s going to notice we’ve disappeared.”
He snapped out of his trance, hurriedly pulling off his clothes, his eyes darting between the two gorgeous women as they stood before him. Linda’s confidence was magnetic, her smile teasing as she reached out to brush her fingers lightly against his chest. Mary’s expression mirrored her sister’s, her lips curling into a sly grin as she stretched lazily, as though completely at ease.
John’s heart raced as he finally shed the last of his clothes, standing before them, his skin tingling under their combined gaze. The moment felt almost surreal as he took in the sight of the two women, their bare bodies glowing in the soft light of the bedroom.
Mary reclined on the bed with an easy, confident grace, her body sinking into the soft mattress as she propped herself up slightly on her elbows. Her legs parted slowly, revealing smooth, inviting skin. The glint in her eyes was equal parts playful and daring as she looked up at John. Linda, still radiating the same calm control she’d had all evening, stepped behind him, her hands sliding over his shoulders as she gently nudged him forward.
“Go on,” she murmured softly, her voice carrying a sultry edge. “This is all for you. Enjoy it.”
John hesitated for a moment, his mind struggling to catch up with his body as his wife’s hands guided him closer to the bed. His gaze flickered to Mary, who lay there expectantly, her lips curved into a faint smile. The invitation in her expression was impossible to ignore, and the magnetic pull between them was overwhelming.
Linda’s hands lingered on his shoulders, steadying him as he knelt on the edge of the bed. Her encouragement was gentle but firm as she leaned down to whisper in his ear, “I want to watch you make her feel good. Show me.”
His pulse quickened as he positioned himself between Mary’s legs, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around him like a charged current. Her body was warm and inviting beneath him. As he slid into his wife’s sister’s very slick vagina, the sensation was exquisite. She was soft, tight, and incredibly responsive. A groan of pleasure escaped his lips before he could stop it, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move, slow and deliberate.
Mary’s head tilted back, a soft moan slipping past her lips as she adjusted to him, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. Her reactions spurred him on, every sound she made igniting a deeper hunger within him. He thrust gently, savouring every movement, every shift of her body against his.
Linda stood at the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the two of them, a sly smile playing on her lips. Her eyes shone with satisfaction as she watched her husband and her sister, her hand resting lightly on his back. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice low and encouraging. “Make her feel good, John. She sounds like she likes it”
Mary responded to every touch, every motion, her moans growing louder, her hips moving in rhythm with his. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, and John felt an intoxicating mix of excitement and disbelief as the moment unfolded with Linda’s unwavering approval.
As John moved with steady, deliberate thrusts, Linda leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, teasing kiss. The kiss deepened, her tongue flicking against his, and he felt her hands slide down his chest and along his sides. Her touch was confident, deliberate, exploring him as his body moved against Mary’s.
Linda’s hand trailed lower, grazing Mary’s stomach before slipping up, her fingers sliding over her chest to find her nipples. The intimate connection sent a fresh jolt of pleasure through John, his rhythm faltering slightly as Linda’s hands explored them both. Her breath was hot against his ear as she whispered, “That’s it, John. You’re making her feel so good.”
Mary’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her head tilting back into the pillows. “Oh yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, agreeing with her sister as her body arching beneath him.
Linda smiled wickedly, her voice low and sultry. “Are you enjoying my husband, Mary?” she asked, her words carrying a teasing, dirty edge.
Mary’s response came in a breathless moan, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. “Oh God, yes!” she cried, her voice trembling with pleasure.
Linda’s fingers continued their slow exploration, her gaze flicking between John and Mary. “Good,” she purred, her breathing growing heavier. “Because I’m enjoying watching the two of you.”
Mary reached up, her hands grazing Linda’s hips. Her voice, breathless yet commanding. “Fuck just watching,” she said, her eyes locking with Linda’s. “Sit on my face.”
Linda paused for a moment, a wicked smile spreading across her lips as her confidence flared. “Well, if you insist,” she said playfully, already sliding her lace panties down her thighs. She climbed gracefully onto the bed, her movements fluid and deliberate, and positioned herself above Mary, her knees straddling Mary’s shoulders.
Mary reached up, her hands gripping Linda’s thighs firmly as she pulled her closer. Her tongue darted out, and Linda gasped softly, her head falling back as Mary began to explore her with eager precision. Linda’s moans filled the room, blending with Mary’s muffled sounds and John’s rhythmic groans as he continued to move with increasing intensity.
The sight of the two sisters together, Linda leaning back, her hands gripping the headboard for support, Mary devouring her with unrestrained enthusiasm, only fuelled John’s desire.
John’s movements quickened, each thrust deeper and more urgent than the last. The exquisite feeling of Mary’s vagina around him was overwhelming, her body responding to him with every motion. He leaned forward, his lips finding his wife’s breast, and he took her hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. Her hands instinctively tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she cried out.
“Oh fuck, John. Oh fuck, yes, yes,” Linda gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. Her body arched against him, the intensity of the moment pulling her deeper into ecstasy.
Mary’s muffled moans vibrated against Linda, her tongue working feverishly. Her grip tightened on Linda’s thighs as she responded to the relentless pleasure John was giving her. Her body shuddered beneath him, her legs wrapping tightly around his hips as she neared her climax.
Mary’s body clenched around him, her back arching as she gasped against Linda’s skin. The room was a symphony of pleasure, Linda’s breathy cries, Mary’s muffled moans, and John’s deep groans mingling as they all spiralled closer to the edge.
Linda’s voice became a stream of filthy encouragement, her words low and breathless as she leaned closer to John. “Yes, that’s it, fuck her harder. She loves your cock inside her. You’re making her lose it, John. Don’t stop. Make her scream for you.” The rawness of her words sent a shiver down his spine, spurring him on.
Mary’s muffled moans grew louder beneath Linda, her hands gripping Linda’s thighs as her body began to tremble. John felt her muscles contracting around him, squeezing him in rhythmic pulses that pushed him closer to the edge. Her hips bucked wildly against him, her cries vibrating against Linda’s skin.
Her body quivered beneath him, every movement signalling her overwhelming release. Her legs tightened around him, her hands clutching at the sheets as she surrendered to the wave of pleasure. John didn’t stop, driving into her with deep, powerful thrusts, prolonging her climax as her muffled moans turned into ragged gasps.
Finally, Mary stilled, her body limp and quivering beneath him, utterly spent. John slowed, his own climax just out of reach.
As John and Linda locked eyes, their shared desire was almost tangible. Without a word, John pulled out of Mary with a wet, audible sound, and she collapsed back against the bed, completely spent.
Linda giggled softly as John pushed her down onto the mattress, her hair fanning out around her. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me.” she teased, her voice still sultry and breathless.
He didn’t hesitate, positioning himself over her. As he slid into her, her giggles turned into a sharp intake of breath, followed by moans that came in uneven gasps. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him deeper as his hips moved in long, steady thrusts.
Their words, normally playful and restrained, transformed into something raw and unfiltered. Linda’s filthy encouragement met John’s grunted affirmations, their shared abandon pushing them to places that would have made them blush on any other day. The bed creaked beneath them, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony, driven by nothing but sheer desire.
John marvelled at his endurance, surprised by how long he was lasting when the sensation of being inside Linda felt so incredibly good. Then it hit him, he had already cum once, not that long ago, right in Mary’s mouth. The thought brought a fleeting, dizzying rush, a reminder of just how wild and chaotic this evening had been, a whirlwind of desire he could barely keep up with.
As he moved faster, Linda’s cries grew louder, her nails digging into his back. He could feel her tightening around him, and he knew the edge was near for both of them.
Linda’s body arched beneath him, her nails digging into his back as she came hard, her scream sharp and unrestrained. Quickly, Mary leaned over and pressed a hand over Linda’s mouth, muffling the sound so everyone downstairs did hear. Linda’s eyes fluttered shut, her body shaking as the waves of her climax rippled through her, her muffled cries vibrating into Mary’s palm.
John kept thrusting, riding the edge of his own release, his mind a blur of sensation and adrenaline. He was so close, ready to let go, deep inside his wife, when Mary’s voice cut through his haze.
“Cum on us,” she said, her tone low and pleading, her words igniting something deep within him.
She slid down next to Linda, her bare skin gliding against her sister’s as they lay side by side on the bed. Both women looked up at him, their faces filled with anticipation, lips slightly parted, eyes eager. It was possibly the sexiest thing John had ever seen, the two of them together, waiting for him, watching him.
With a groan, he pulled out of Linda and knelt back, gripping himself firmly. Stroking quickly, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight before him. The way their bodies pressed together, the heat in their gazes. It pushed him over the edge. His muscles tightened, and with a deep, guttural moan, he erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum splashed across the sisters’ faces, painting their hair, cheeks, and lips. The sight was overwhelming, Linda’s dark hair streaked with white, Mary’s eager mouth catching the sperm as her tongue darted out. Both women grinned at the sensation, greedily competing to see who could get the most.
Mary reached up, wiping a drop from her cheek with a finger before slipping it between her lips, her eyes meeting John’s with a daring smirk. Linda giggled breathlessly, swiping at her lips, her tongue darting out to taste his cum as she laughed,
John lay back, utterly spent but unable to look away as the two sisters kept going. Linda turned to Mary, a playful smile spreading across her face as her fingers trailed across her sister’s cheek, collecting a strand of his cum.
Mary tilted her head, her lips parting as Linda brought her finger to her mouth. Mary’s tongue flicked out, wrapping around it, her eyes fluttering shut as she moaned softly.
Linda leaned forward, her tongue sweeping across Mary’s skin, gathering every drop. Mary mirrored her movements, licking the thick cum from Linda’s face with slow, deliberate strokes. Their soft sighs and moans filled the room, the sensuality of their actions making John’s breath catch. He could hardly believe what he was witnessing.
When every last drop had been gathered, Linda cupped Mary’s chin, drawing her in for a deep, lingering kiss. Their mouths moved together, tongues entwining as they shared what they had collected, their moans growing louder as they pressed closer. It was clearly a display for him, their movements exaggerated, their gasps deliberately enticing.
John was transfixed, his pulse quickening despite his exhaustion. He’d never seen anything so erotic, so utterly captivating. As the sisters continued their kiss, lost in each other, he grinned to himself, his mind spinning. This was going to be one hell of a year.
