Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 03

"Hm-hmm! And turned up the heat?"

They both grinned again. He replied:

"Maybe, to be more comfortable."

"You think they want to be, like that?"

"Without 'everything'?" he replied, nodding and smirking slightly.

She chuckled and nodded, and he nodded and agreed:

"I think so, too."

They both smirked broadly at their devious arrival at an agreement. She nodded towards her bedroom, and they began to undress on the way. When she reached back to unhook her bra, she snorted and said:

"This was just going to be too funny, wondering what would happen at the door. I didn't want them to pop out right then. Oh, they did, but I didn't want you to see them."

"I was also wondering how it would be. It was better than I thought, a lot better."

"Um-hmm! Hm-hmm! Talking about the heating wasn't planned, ... at least, I don't think so. Hm-hmm! Won't tell you what I think about when I'm cleaning house."

"That's enough."

"Um-hmm!"

They watched each other take off their underpants, smirking. He waited for her to say something.

After a moment, she sniffed and asked:

"What are we going to do now?"

Before he could think of a reserved reply, she giggled and then laughed and remarked:

"Well, 'that', of course, but I didn't mean right now."

"You saved me from asking. Read the newspaper?"

"Hm-hmm! If you want to. I haven't read it either."

"Hmm! If you want to. Suddenly, when I said that, I thought you might suggest reading the stories."

"Oh! If you want to; good idea."

"Seems like we don't need to any more; couldn't be better than ..."

"Hm-hmm! No, ... but they are still delightful, ... the stories, the situations she develops. ... Stories or newspaper, let's go sit down. I'll get towels, an idea from the stories."

"Hm-hmm! Seems that they are quite detailed, true to life."

"Um-hmm, as though she had done it all. I'll get the towels.

He nodded, and she went to the bathroom and he, back to the living room. Before she returned, he unconsciously jostled his balls. She joined him, smiling pleasantly, and asked:

"Where do you want to sit? The armchair, if you want."

He nodded, liking that she hadn't immediately assumed that they would sit together on the sofa, and reached out his hand for a towel. She nodded and handed him one. While he put it on the armchair, which was at right angles to the sofa, on which she spread the other towel. They sat down and exchanged smiles. Then she said:

"Oh, I was going to ask you if you wanted coffee."

"Yes, please. That would be nice; got up a little earlier than usual this morning."

She smiled and got up, and he followed her to the kitchen. While she put coffee in the filter, she glanced at him with a slight smile and remarked:

"Kind of hard to remember normal hospitality, being like this."

"Um-hmm. But you did, ... like my happening to remember flowers for the hostess."

They chuckled and waited for the water to boil, both leaning comfortably against the counter facing the stove. After a moment, he asked:

"And the stories are good?"

"Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! I appreciated how good after, ... well, you know."

"You read them again?"

"Um-hmm, ... some, a couple of times."

"And Lisbet has read them, too?"

Randi started slightly at the mention of his wife's name, but nodded as she glanced over at him with a slightly wry smile, then remarking:

"Not all of them."

"Which ones did she like?"

"Hmm! The ones I showed her, ... all of those."

"Ummm? More about girls?"

"Oh, guys are in most of them, too."

"That's reassuring."

"Um-hmm, don't have to tell you that we like men, too, ... just as much."

"No, thank goodness."

They smirked at each other, and then the water was boiling. She began to pour it slowly in the filter on the coffee pot, and they were silent until she was finished. She quickly got cups and saucers and spoons, asking him "Cream and sugar?" He nodded, and she put them on the tray, and they returned to the living room. They sat down again, and she poured. When he had taken cream and sugar, they glanced at each other. She smirked slightly and remarked: "like normal people." He nodded, and they had a sip of their coffee. After she set down her cup, she remarked:

"Oh, the first couple of stories I gave her were just about girls, ... of course, what we were doing, after I had admitted that reading about it had intrigued me. So she wanted to read those, too."

"I had told her that I thought it must be good, since I like it so much."

"Um-hmm, she mentioned that sometime. Nice, that you thought so."

"And then?"

"Oh, of course she wanted to read other ones. Funny, she really liked the one about the girl's - I always think she is the authoress - doing it with her brother."

"Really?!" he replied, surprised, but immediately understanding why Lisbet would have found it interesting.

"Um-hmm. She - the girl in the story - wanted her brother - older - to know what girls like, not just climb on and off ..."

"Like I did back when."

"And like I assumed was all there was to it."

They smirked at their common experiences and had another sip of coffee. Then he remarked:

"Nice of her to want to ... 'educate' him. How did she know?"

"Oh, in the story, she had had a really good experience as an au paar in New York."

"And showed him what else he could do."

"Hm-hmm! Couldn't show him that, of course, but what she could do, and then, ... well, he didn't have much choice but to reciprocate."

"Hm-hmm! And then she told him what to do, what was good?"

"She sure did, and he did!"

"And Lisbet liked that?"

"Of course, and I did, too. By then, I knew that you did it just as good."

"Had we, or had she told you?"

"Hmm! She only had told me."

"My good luck, if you thought it was good. ... Well, of course, you knew by then that it was, no matter who was doing it."

"Yes!"

She smiled with nod. They took longer sips of their coffee, and she refilled them. After he had stirred his, he asked:

"Did she only sleep with her brother?"

"Oh no. In another story, she had slept with her university roommate - same period. Maybe one would say that she had seduced her. She had done that in the States, too, and they agreed that it was good way to keep her roommate from cheating on her boyfriend back home."

"Oh, that's good!"

"In the story, it's very logical and convincing. ... Hm-hmm! Oh, she sleeps with another student, both of them delighted that the other does that too. He learned in France, from his cousin."

"Hmm! Lots of ... family!"

"Um-hmm, but if it was good ...?"

"Hm-hmm! I'm sure it was in the stories."

"Of course," Randi agrees.

"And then: she's sleeping with her brother, her roommate, and this student?"

"Um-hmm. Then in one story, they all come together."

"The three of them?! ... Uh? ... Like, the two guys, she and her roommate?!

"Hm-hm-hmm! Oh no! Not like that. One Sunday - the story is titled 'The Hattrick' - she and her roommate do it before breakfast, and then in the forenoon, while his conservative roommate is at church, they do it. That had become a regular thing. And then ..."

"In the afternoon, she sleeps with her brother, the hattrick, three goals in one game."

"Um-hmm, exactly!" Randi agrees.

They smirked and drank again. He was a little surprised that they were talking so much about sex without his cock responding, nor till now her nipples. But when he glanced surreptitiously at them, they did. He hoped that what he felt in his cock was not visible. He smiled and said:

"I don't think I need to read them; your telling about them is good enough."

"Oh, there are others: the time she meets her roommate's boyfriend and they spend time together on a small island. ..."

"And she sleeps with him? All three of them? Her roommate wanted her to sleep with her boyfriend?"

"Um-hmm, for the last couple of nights of her period; thought it unfair that she had to know what they would be doing."

"Hmm?! I bet you both liked that one!"

"Um-hmm, but it seemed too farfetched ... until we all had. Lisbet seemed less surprised. When she liked it, I read it again. Hm-hmm! A couple of times after Lisbet suggested that you join us."

"Hmm?! I hope I was as good as her young boyfriend."

"Oh yes!"

She grinned and raised her cup as though toasting. He raised his, and they drank together and grinned. As they set down their cups, he snorted and asked:

"And they did it day and night?"

"Mostly nights."

"Hm-hmm!"

She grinned and crossed her thighs, then remarking:

"Of course, the girls did it with each other, too."

"Of course, he couldn't do everything."

"Oh, he did, they did, ... like we do."

"Hmm!? ... For how many days and nights?"

"Can't remember exactly, more than a week."

"Hmm, sounds like the authoress may have exaggerated what a man - even a young man - can do."

"Maybe, but it sounded good, realistic."

He noticed that she squeezed her thighs together and murmured unconsciously to himself:

"Just one night."

She looked at him and replied just as softly:

"And part of two days."

He glanced at her with a slight smile, nodding slightly. She returned his slight smile. They both snorted, as he felt his cock move and saw her eyes notice. They returned to his, and they both involuntarily raised an eyebrow. His thighs twitched slightly, and he saw hers move. The corners of their lips twitched. After a moment, she murmured:

"I want to, ... you know how."

He nodded slightly, feeling his cock move again, and his thighs twitched again, and he opened them a little. She nodded with a soft hum, and then murmured:

"In the stories, she often tells that she - the girl - likes to start when it's still small."

He nodded with a slight chuckle and remarked softly:

"He probably did, too."

Their eyes met, and she nodded, hesitating a moment before she repeated softly:

"I want to."

"Me too. Hm-hmm! Before you say it too often, and then it isn't."

He opened his thighs, as she uncrossed her legs and moved forward off the sofa. He felt his cock begin to swell as he watched her drop to her knees and heard her murmur:

"Never thought I would just say that - like that - especially about doing this."

"I guess we were both wondering how it would start."

She glanced up at his face with wry smile and emphatic nod, as she moved closer between his thighs. They both looked down at his cock, now longer, looking like it was about to rise. He snorted softly and murmured:

"Sorry, too late for it to be all small."

She nodded slightly, as her hand came up under his still slack sack, moving his balls, as they watched his cock stiffen and begin to rise. He murmured:

"Maybe another time. Just don't talk about it so much."

She glanced up at him, nodding with a grin. She jostled his balls, and the fingers of her other hand raised his cock, pulling his foreskin back the last bit to expose the ridge around the head of his cock. She hummed softly and then extended her tongue and licked. His cock twitched. And they both chuckled, and then her lips slipped around it. "Uhmmm!" he moaned, as it twitched again.

As she began to suck and lick, it occurred to him to tell her what Lisbet had suggested, that he should lick and fuck her on the table, but it seemed the wrong time to mention his wife again, and explaining that would be to involved at the moment - much too involved, while she was making his cock twitch! Would she slow down and let him relax, stop and stretch his sack? Did he want her too? Oh, it was probably going to be enough, since he hadn't done anything the previous night, and they were certainly going to be doing a lot more. And she didn't need his hand on her head to encourage her; she was moving it - fucking his cock with her mouth - eagerly enough. Whatever they did later, it would be good to arouse her, to show his appreciation - as if his twitching cock weren't doing that enough already!

He reached down and fondled her breasts. She moaned in response, the vibrations arousing his cock a little more. He returned her moan, as he squeezed and pulled on her aroused nipples. She moaned again with a nod, and then it was obvious that she wanted him to come in her mouth. His hips twitched, and then again, and she moaned, nodding again, squeezing his cock in her hand.

She wanted it! His cock wanted to give it to her! His hips began to twitch faster, as he moaned louder and pulled on her nipples each time his hips twitched. She moaned in response, nodding quickly.

"Uhnn! Yes!" he groaned and blurted.

His hips thrust his cock more strongly in her mouth, and he felt it spurt. She gave a sharp moan, and he clutched her breasts and spurted again and again, as they both responded with short moans.

Before she could continue to lick his cock any more, he murmured:

"I want to taste it; kiss me."

His hands urged her to rise on her knees. As she did, she snorted, smiling wryly with her lips closed. He leaned back and drew her up, his hands sliding down to her hips, urging her to clamber up and straddle his legs. She did with a chuckle, nodding, her smiling lips still closed. Her knees slid past his thighs, as he drew her hips closer, She hummed with smirk and lowered her face over his. His hands slid up and embraced her, and hers went around his shoulders, as their mouths met and opened.

He got more that just a taste of his semen, and her tongue followed, swishing it around in his mouth, as she chuckled in her throat. When he had swallowed, she snickered and murmured:

"I thought you would want to, like all the men in the stories. At least, none of them didn't want to."

"Hmm! She must have known," he replied.

"Um-hmm! She wouldn't have written about ones that didn't."

They both nodded with grins. As she sat up straighter on him, his hand slid back down to her hips, resting on the top of her thighs. Suddenly her expression changed to very wry one. She began to chuckle and then almost laughed. He chuckled in response, wondering what had occurred to her. Randi caught her breath and remarked:

"Oh, this is crazy! Not that you're here - oh, that too - but that I like to do that so much. I just love to suck your cock! Well, it's the only one I have; probably just love to do."

"Not to be too personal," he murmured with a nod.

"Um-hmm, she agreed with nod and small smile in response to his understanding why she had added her last remark. Then she grinned again and repeated:

"Just love to do it. Hm-hm-hmm! Don't know what would have happened in England if randy Randi had known that back then."

"Made some guys very happy."

"And me too. It's just so good. Thank goodness for the stories and Lisbet's telling me that she likes to too, ..."

"And especially for her wanting to let you find out," he interjected.

"Very! It's just so good! I never thought about sex that way before, wanting to make it feel so good for him. Oh, of course, I assumed that it was for him, in me - in my pussy. Of course it was, for him, and sometimes for me, but I was just taking it for granted that it would be for him. It always was, of course - however that feels - and hoping that it would be for me."

"I hope it was."

"Sometimes; but he - they - were also just assuming it would be good enough."

"Like I used to, Lisbet too."

"Um-hmm, she said so too. It's just so good now, knowing I can make it feels so good for you - for a cock - and wanting to. Mmmm! And I just love to feel it in my mouth, to caress it. That feels so good, and feeling it move, knowing that it's feeling so good for your ..., for a cock."

"Don't have to tell you that it does."

"Hm-umm! And then I want to know just how good it is being, wanting to have it show me. Oh, it still tastes a little strange, but I want it, want to feel it spurt in my mouth and to taste it, to have the confirmation that you - that your cock ..."

"A cock," he interjected to take the personal reference out of her remark.

She nodded and continued:

"that a cock has enjoyed it so much."

She smiled at him a little wryly. He nodded with a smile and agreed:

"Just like that. That was delightful, just how I - how any man - would like to think that you - or Lisbet or any other woman - would, should feel about doing it."

"You're sweet! Said just what I was hoping. I was thinking about it last night, wondering if and how I could tell you, hoping you would like to hear."

"Delightful! And a little arousing."

"Hm-hmm! Not as arousing as doing it. I went all wet, almost dripping."

"Mmmm! Like I do, when I am doing it to you."

"Or Listbet."

"Of course, not to be too personal."

They exchanged mild smiles, nodding at their agreement. Then she smiled a little wryly and remarked:

"Hard not to be, like this."

They looked down at the way she was sitting on him, and her nipples popped out. He nodded and slid his hands up from her thighs, sliding them over her firm breasts, just holding them in his palms, and murmured:

"Can't be helped. It was her idea."

She nodded with a smile and replied:

"Hope she doesn't mind."

He nodded, then smirked and agreed:

"So do I. We can tell her. Hm-hmm! Tell her it was her fault."

His fingers fondled her breasts, catching her stiff nipples between his fingers. She hummed with a smile and and replied:

"If you say so."

"Oh? Maybe she wasn't thinking about just the two of us being together, but she did think of something she thought just the two of us should do."

"Hmm? What? Really? Told you at home?"

"No, when were about to set the table, saying I should do that to you."

"Do what? Why the table?"

"On the table, like we have in the kitchen at home."

"Oh?! Hm-hmm! Never thought of that. And she thought you should - with me, here?"

"Um-hmm, good idea, maybe better, that she doesn't just have to watch."

"Hmm! Maybe; I wouldn't want to just watch. Hm-hm-hmm! And since she suggested it, she can't be upset if we do. Oh, this is a little crazy! She really suggested it?"

"Um-hmm, yes," he replied, flipping his thumbs over her nipples.

"Hmm? I guess so. She must have been assuming we would do anything we want to. Hm-hmm, hope she isn't thinking about us now, or tonight in bed - but probably, then."

"Probably," he agreed with a grin, squeezing Randi's nipples, but wondering if Lisbet really would think of them while sleeping with her brother.

Randi snickered and remarked:

"If she wants us to, and you keep doing that. Mmmm!"

He nodded with a grin and murmured:

"Wet again?"

"Not yet."

"You know what I can do about that."

"Hm-hmm! On the table? And not just that?"

"Hm-umm, told you it makes me aroused to do that."

"Hm-hmm! Say it! You want to lick my pussy."

"I want to lick your pussy, with all the thoughts you have about sucking my cock: I just love to lick your pussy and know it is feeling so good for you, however that is."

"Mmmm! Very! The way you do it."

"Almost as good as Lisbet does?"

"At least, but we can forget about her, if she wanted you to do that too on the table."

"She did, at least, that's what we did."

"Mmmm, maybe I am getting wet."

"I hope so."

They grinned, and Randi slid her legs back and stood up. He stood up and they hurried to the dining table. He helped her up on it. She immediately dropped back on her elbows, smirking at him as she drew her thighs up and between them watched him drop to his knees. She snorted and let her thighs flop open, remarking:

"Utterly shameless! ... Lick my pussy!"

He did, recalling and comparing her recital of how much she liked to suck his cock with his own delight at licking her pussy, thinking that a pussy provided a greater variety of things to do with his tongue. She was obviously enjoying what he was doing: in her hole, sucking on her inner lips, and tickling and nibbling her clitoris. As she moaned appreciatively and chuckled, he thought pussy-licking must be the more delightful oral experience for the pussy-licker, wondering if he could ask her or Lisbet - or his so experienced daughters - their impressions. And it tasted so good! And it gave him more ways to prolong his and her pleasure.