I sit in my office, wondering how my marriage got this way. Four years ago, I married Stacy, a beautiful woman I love dearly. She has a twin sister, Sage. They were not identical twins but so close that it would be hard to tell them apart unless you knew them.
Sage and she had a lot of fun as young girls and later on as teens fooling people, including friends, boyfriends, teachers, and even their parents once in a while.
Sage got married about eight months before Stacy and I did. Sage married a baseball player who was a pitcher, and he was up and down from the majors to the minors. It turns out the only thing he could get out at times was his cock. He was a pint-size pitcher with a bad attitude.
Sage spent many nights at our house crying after she found out her husband, Jeff, was cheating again. Stacy would console her, as would I. Sage would swear, she was getting a divorce but never did. After a few days at our house, she would run back to Jeff.
I finally asked my wife, “I know you talk to Sage all the time. What is her problem? Why does she not just leave Jeff and file for a divorce?”
Stacy told me, “She says she still loves him, and that is one reason. I know she worries about money, and if she left him, she would have to return to work full-time and change her lifestyle big time.”
I said, “You have told her she could stay here until she gets on her feet, haven’t you?”
Stacy said, “Yes, I have, and she told me after the last time if he does it again, she is gone. We know how that works out every time.”
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I was working at my desk three weeks later, and Sage walked into my office crying.
I went to her, hugged her, and asked, “What’s wrong, Sage?”
She said, “You know who cheated again. I tried to call and text Stacy, but she did not answer me.”
I told her, “She is at the doctor’s office this afternoon and probably cannot take your call. Is there anything I can do?”
She replied, “Thanks, Alan. I was going to your house and realized I had left that key at my house, and I did not want to return there. I wanted to see if I could get your key, go to your place, and cry myself to sleep.”
I took my key off my key fob, handed it to her, and said, “Of course, you can have my key. I will keep texting Stacy and let her know what happened. I should be home in just a few hours. Make yourself at home.”
Sage hugged me and said, “You are the best, Alan, thank you.”
I got home that evening, and Stacy and Sage were talking in the den. We all had dinner together, and those two talked some more afterward.
I hugged Sage good night and said, “I am tired, and I am going to bed. Sleep well, Sage.” I kissed and winked at Stacy on my way out of the room.
Stacy came to our bedroom about thirty minutes later, and I was eager to hear what Sage would do this time.
Stacy said, “I know you want to know what is happening. This is a long story, but the short of it is she wants out of her marriage. She can’t go on living this way. This time, she caught him in bed with another ball player’s wife, and her husband was filming it. She said she would not have sex and has not had sex with him for months. She was worried about catching STDs from him.”
I said, “What an asshole he is. She is as beautiful as you are. I don’t understand it.”
Stacy said, “Thank you. I’m glad you still think I am beautiful. Speaking of sex, it has been over a week for us. All that talk with my sis has put me in the mood.”
I took her in my arms and kissed her.
She slid her hand down my boxers and grabbed my cock, and said, “It seems you are a bit horny big boy. You are as hard as a rock.”
I pulled off my boxers, and she took my cock in her mouth and began to blow me. I watched her head bob up and down my shaft.
She stood up and did a slow striptease for me before mounting me. I loved it when she was on top. I could see my cock slide in and out of her wet pussy.
I looked over her shoulder and saw our bedroom door ajar. I saw an eye looking through the small opening. I knew it had to be Sage watching, as she was the only one in the house beside us.
I thought, what the hell? Give her a show if that is what she wants.
Stacy began moaning as she rode me. I was unsure what Sage could see, so I gave her a real show.
I got up and told Stacy, ” I feel like doggie tonight.” I rolled her over sideways on the bed, so Sage could watch my cock go in and out of her pussy. I know she could see the entire length of my cock slide in and out of her sister.
I was about to come and winked at the lurking eye watching us. Letting Sage know I knew she was watching. I exploded a load of cum into my wife. We both fell over in a heap on our bed.
Stacy said, “We need to do that more often. It feels so good.”
I said, “I agree.”
Stacy laughed and said, ” You know Sage has not had sex in forever. Maybe you should fuck her. It would not be cheating if I knew. I bet fucking her feels just like me. Everything she has is just like mine.”
I chuckled and said, “Maybe I will. I know you told me her husband has a tiny pecker.”
Stacy laughed and said, “Yep. That’s what she says.”
I went to sleep thinking about Sage watching us and wondered if she felt exactly like Stacy.
Sitting at the breakfast table the following day, Sage announced, “I have some news, and this time, I mean it. I am done with Jeff. I know I have said that in the past, but I am done with him. I want to find a real man with a big cock.”
Stacy laughed, and I spit my coffee out as she said that.
Stacy told her, “You know you are welcome to stay here as long as it takes. Welcome home, sis.” They hugged each other, and Sage winked at me.
Sage did what she said she would and fully moved in with us. She moved most of her stuff to a storage unit and filed for a divorce.
The first several weeks were awkward. More than once, I walked behind Sage and grabbed her boobs, thinking it was Stacy.
She walked in on me in the shower once. We all had to get used to living together.
We all went to dinner on Friday and had a great time.
The wine was flowing along with the conversation. Sage told us both about her lack of sex in her marriage and made fun of her ex-husband’s tiny cock.
I sat there at dinner looking at both and wondered if they looked like each other nude. Did Sage shave her pussy like Stacy? Did she have a tiny mole right below her left breast. Was Sage’s ass as succulent as Stacy’s?
When we got home, we decided to open another bottle of wine. I could tell Stacy was getting a little drunk, and it looked like Sage was, too.
I went to the kitchen to get some snacks to go with the wine, and Stacy followed me in and said, “Do you feel sorry for my sister, and how she misses sex.”
I said, “I suppose so, but if she wants sex, she won’t have problems finding it. She is as beautiful as you, and I am sure any guy would love to have sex with her.”
Stacy said, “Would you?”
I replied, “Would I do what? Have sex with your sister? I would, if I was not married to you.”
Stacy walked over to me and kissed me, then said, ” I love you, Alan. What I am about to say, I mean. I won’t mind if you fuck Sage. She needs a good fucking, and I will sit in the room or leave whatever you feel comfortable with.”
With my mouth wide open, I stood there and said, “That is the wine talking, not you. She looks like you, I agree. Her personality is different, and I love yours. Just because she looks like you doesn’t mean she will feel the same fucking. Just like a guy’s cock feels different. You know what I mean?”
She said, “I understand what you mean. It is not the wine talking. She needs it. She needs to be set free and know sex is fun. Alan, you are a wonderful lover, and I could never ask for more. If I felt threatened by her, do you think I would ask you to fuck my sister?”
I stood there for a moment, and the thought of fucking her made my pants bulge.
I told Stacy, “Does Sage know this?” Is she okay with you watching her get fucked by me? Are you sure this is a good idea? I love you and I never want to do something we will both regret.”
She replied, “To be honest, yes, she does. We talked about sex, and I brought you up and told her how good you were in bed, and she wished she had someone like you. I am not telling you to fuck her every day, but having sex with her once would be okay.”
I said, “Okay. Let’s go talk to Sage but I am not sure about this whole idea.”
I went to our den, sat beside Sage on the couch, and said, “I have been talking with Stacy, and I think you know what about. I must tell you I am not sure this is a great idea but having said that It would be an honor for me to make love to you while Stacy watches.”
Sage leaned into me and kissed me, sinking her tongue deep into my mouth. We kissed for several minutes, and the whole time, I had one eye open, looking at Stacy. She was sitting there and smiling at us.
I ran my hand underneath Sage’s shirt and felt her tits, and they did feel like Stacy’s, but not exactly.
Stacy stood up and said, “I have an idea. Why don’t Sage and I strip for you? That way, you can see if there is a difference, although we know there is.”
Sage said, “I love it.”
Stacy pushed me back onto the couch and said, “Get ready for the show of your life.”
Stacy went to our entertainment center and picked out some music to strip to. The first song that came on was by Chris Isaak, “Baby did a bad bad thing”.
My cock felt like it was going to bust through my zipper in my pants.
Sage went to Stacy, pulled off her shirt, and threw it into my face. Stacy did the same to Sage. They took turns dancing to the music and removing each other’s clothes.
I could not believe that I was seeing my wife and her twin sister nude dancing for me and wanting to fuck me.
I tried to compare their nude bodies and the only thing I could see different was Sage had a landing strip and Stacy shaved her pussy.
Sage got on her knees right between my legs, looked at me right in my eyes, and began removing my belt. She seductively ran her tongue up and down the belt after she took it off. Stacy stood behind me and took off my shirt while Sage took off my pants.
Sage pulled out my cock from my boxers and began sucking on it. Watching another woman blow me while my wife watched had to be the hottest thing ever, I could have thought of.
Stacy kissed me while Sage sucked away. I could hear her slurping as she blew me.
Stacy pulled back and said, “Climb aboard his cock, sis. Find out what a real cock feels like.”
Sage stood and slowly let herself down on my cock.
Sage said, “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! This feels so good. Shit, fuck me harder, Alan.”
I pumped her as hard as I could the whole time, watching Stacy, and she was masturbating, watching us.
I felt like I was fucking Stacy with her watching me. It was bizarre.
Sage climbed off me and said, “Fuck me, doggy style Alan. Fuck my pussy good.”
She got down on all fours on the carpet, and I mounted her steaming pussy.
Stacy said, “Fuck her, good Alan. She is a bad girl. Fuck her harder.”
Stacy stood over Sage and put her pussy right in my mouth so I could eat her. Stacy’s pussy juices were flowing down the side of my chin onto Sage’s back.
I held out as long as I could, but I unloaded a massive load in Sage and creme-pied her pussy.
I fell onto the floor on my back, and Stacy said, “You’re not done yet, mister.” She came and sat on my face as Sage watched me bring her to an orgasm.
After Stacy came, she looked over at Sage and said, “His cum belongs to me!” She went over to Sage and ate her pussy to clean out the cum.
I went to bed that night wondering if there would be any regret from either of them the next day.
The next day there was no regret. When I went into the kitchen, they were both standing there naked.
Stacy said, “After you eat breakfast, it will be time for you to eat again. Sage won the coin toss, and you got to eat her first. Then fuck me.”
This went on all weekend. Fucking or eating both at different times of day. I was so worn out by Sunday night I was almost looking forward to work the next day. I said almost.
The two of them bought some sexy lingerie and stripped for me again. This time, they sat with their feet touching each other, and they would copy each other, masturbating. Stacy would put a finger in her pussy, and Sage would do the same thing. Sage would lick her finger, and Stacy copied her. They even put their fingers in the other’s mouth after they pulled it out of their pussies.
I would stand watching them and masturbate. They would finally bend over and ask me to take turns fucking them. I forget how many times I came in each of them.
Sometimes, now, they have begun eating each other till climax. I usually cum on one or the other tits.
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Six months later, Sage still lives with us. Nothing has changed, except I find myself in a deeper love with my wife than ever. Her understanding of her sister and no jealousy at all. The fact she likes to join in when I fuck Sage, and those two masturbate each other if I am not around. Sometimes, they wait for me so I can watch and masturbate.
I know one thing for sure. When I see signs in stores saying “BOGO,” it has a new meaning for me.
I’m sitting here in my office, still wondering how my marriage got this way and how lucky I am.
