Christmas in the Nude Ch. 03

This story, like all my stories, is a work of fiction. All characters are age 18 or older. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are unintentional and coincidental. As always, your comments are welcome.

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I woke early the next morning yet again. Unlike the day before, both Lisa and Jill were still asleep next to me. I squinted in the darkness in a futile effort to see what time it was. Stuck in the middle of the bed, I couldn't reach my phone on the nightstand, so I resorted to looking toward the window. A few rays of sunshine crept into the room through the gaps in the blinds. That was enough for me.

I decided I would get up, have a cup of coffee, and try to have a few minutes to myself to collect my thoughts. But the girls had other plans.

I attempted to squirm out of bed without waking Lisa and Jill, but it was to no avail. Both of their heads rested on my chest, and my first movements roused them from their slumber.

"Johnny?" Lisa asked groggily.

"Yeah?" I said, still trying to wriggle free.

"Where are you going?" Lisa asked. "What time is it?"

"Early," I said. "I'm going to make some coffee. Why don't you get a little more sleep?"

"Why don't you?" Jill said, joining the conversation all of a sudden.

I felt Jill's hand slowly move from my sternum to my crotch. Her hand took hold of my erect penis — morning wood was typical for me — and gripped it firmly.

"You wouldn't be trying to take care of this, would you?" Jill continued.

"It's just morning wood," I said. "I wasn't going to do anything. It'll go away on its own."

"I don't know," Jill pushed back, moving her hand from my shaft to my balls. "These feel pretty full to me. What do you think, Lisa?"

Lisa reached over and displaced Jill's hand with her own.

"Very full," Lisa said. "I don't think he can be trusted."

"You both suck," I replied. "But you're welcome to join me for some coffee if you'd like."

"I don't think so," Lisa said. "I'd like to sleep a bit longer, so you'll be staying here with us."

"Same here," Jill added.

Lisa swung her leg over mine and pressed her vulva against my thigh. The stubble on her crotch scratched my sensitive skin. Jill followed suit on my right side but with more force. My sister-in-law clenched her legs around my thigh and started grinding on me. She slowly dragged herself back and forth along my leg, leaving behind a growing trail of her wetness. I could tell Jill was starting to get aroused.

"Mmmm," Jill said as she continued her rhythmic humping.

"What're you doing over there?" Lisa said into the darkness. "That doesn't sound like sleeping."

"Just trying to get myself off so I can fall asleep faster," Jill said. "I'm borrowing your husband's leg. It's much more fun to hump that than a pillow. Hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," Lisa said. "Mind if I join you?"

"Please do," Jill replied.

Lisa began moving back and forth along my left thigh. Her stubble scraped against my leg at first, but the friction was eased by her own growing wetness. After a few disjointed motions, the girls synced their movements and were soon gliding along my legs in harmony.

All I could do was remain still. With my legs firmly restrained by Lisa and Jill, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed. At this point, I wasn't even sure I wanted to. Unfortunately, my morning wood was not subsiding at all thanks to the two women grinding on me. My balls ached once again, and I could feel my penis throbbing under the sheets.

Jill and Lisa adjusted themselves to more of an upright position. Each of them now sat firmly atop one of my legs. With gravity on their side, they pushed themselves onto me even harder, increasing the friction between my body and theirs.

"This feels so fucking good," Jill said. "I think I'm going to come soon."

"Same," Lisa said. "You first."

"With pleasure," Jill replied.

Breaking her alignment with Lisa, Jill started moving faster. She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her vulva against my thigh. Jill placed both hands on my chest and gripped me firmly for added leverage. She maintained a steady rhythm before finally sending herself over the edge.

"Fuck," Jill muttered. "I'm coming. Oh fuck yes, Johnny. Oh fuck yes. Ahhhhh..." Jill's voice trailed off as she rode the wave of her orgasm.

"My turn?" Lisa asked.

"Mhmm," Jill replied, unable to muster a more complete response than that as she shifted off of me and collapsed back onto her pillow.

Just like Jill did, Lisa picked up the pace of her humping. With Jill back on her side of the bed, Lisa ran her hand along my right thigh where Jill had been a few moments earlier. Lisa collected the remnants of Jill's orgasm and brought her glistening hand to my mouth.

"Taste," Lisa insisted.

I did as I was told, opening my mouth to receive Lisa's fingers. I savored the tangy taste of Jill's juices, this time without the peppermint from a couple days before. Jill's taste was strong and sharp, especially in comparison to the bland nothingness that had monopolized my taste buds after sleeping for several hours. I wished I could have tasted it directly from the source, but that would have to wait until tomorrow.

Lisa humped along, uttering the occasional moan as she neared her climax. Moments later, she groaned loudly and began bucking her hips.

"Oh yesssss," Lisa muttered. "Oh, Johnny. Ohhhh..."

Lisa remained seated atop me after coming. With her clean hand, she slipped a finger inside herself until it was fully lubricated. Lisa offered that finger to me, and I opened my mouth to receive it.

The familiar taste of my wife's vagina danced across my palate. Her taste was more subtle than Jill's — sort of like a balanced pinot noir compared to a full-bodied cabernet. I let Lisa's tart yet sweet flavor linger on my tongue before it faded away. I couldn't help but smile.

"Nothing like a morning O, right sis?" Lisa said in Jill's direction.

"You can say that again," Jill answered.

"What about me?" I asked.

"What about you?" Lisa replied.

"Can I have one, too?" I asked. "I'll be quick."

"Nope," Jill said almost immediately. "The rules are the rules. You can last until tomorrow, can't you?"

"Not easily," I said.

"No one said it would be easy," Lisa noted.

"Do you need another cold shower?" Jill asked casually. "That can be arranged."

"No thank you," I answered. "I can manage."

"Good," Jill said. "Then let's try to get some sleep."

Both Lisa and Jill readjusted before settling in. They each found a comfortable spot and dozed off shortly after that.

It took me much longer to fall asleep again. A dull pain radiated from my crotch to the rest of my body. I desperately wanted a release of my own, but I knew I wouldn't be able to get one until Christmas. This was torture.

I tossed and turned for what felt like forever, but I finally got comfortable once my morning wood subsided. Before long, I joined the girls in slumber.

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"Wake up, honey," Lisa said, nudging me awake. "Here's some coffee."

"What time is it?" I asked, sitting up in bed and accepting the cup of coffee.

"A little after ten," Lisa answered. "We decided to let you sleep for a while longer."

I nodded and took a sip of coffee. I looked to my right and saw that Jill wasn't in bed either.

"Where's Jill?" I asked.

"Doing yoga," Lisa said. "She asked me if I wanted to do it with her. After watching her for a few minutes, I told her that some of what she was doing would break my body in half like a stale gingerbread cookie. I was happy to just sit on the couch instead."

"Good call," I replied. "Did you two have fun this morning?"

"Tons," Lisa said. "Thanks for being a good sport about it. I promise we'll make it up to you tomorrow."

"I can't wait," I said.

We smiled at each other before rejoining Jill in the living room. We found Jill naked like usual with her legs spread and her vulva on display. Overcome by my pent-up desire, I salivated at the sight.

"Morning," Jill said. "I'm just finishing up."

"Morning," I said back. "Take your time."

Lisa and I sat down on the couch, and Jill joined us after a few more minutes of stretching.

"What's the plan for today?" I asked.

"Jill and I are going to bake a pie for tomorrow," Lisa said. "We have a lot of other cooking to do, but all of that can be done on Christmas."

"What kind of pie?" I asked.

"Apple," Jill said.

"Sounds great," I replied. "Need any help?"

"You're welcome to help if you want to," Lisa answered. "But if not, we can handle it."

"I can help," I said. "Anything else you want to do today?"

"Well, we'll need to get ready for tomorrow," Jill said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You know," Jill said. "We'll need to freshen up a little. And we should probably talk about our limits."

"Limits?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah," Jill answered. "If there's anything anyone isn't into or doesn't want to do tomorrow, we should talk about it today. Tomorrow should just be about pleasure."

"I'm with you," Lisa said.

"Alright," I added. "Anything else?"

"Not really," Lisa said. "We can just relax before the big day, especially after you had us running around half-naked in the cold yesterday."

"You both agreed to it!" I pushed back. "And you can't tell me it wasn't thrilling."

"I thought it was great," Jill said. "I've never done anything like that before. Exposing myself, especially in the cold, was something I'll never forget."

"Me neither," Lisa added. "But I could've done without you trying to break my nipples off, Jill."

"Oh please," Jill said. "It was just a little squeeze. Your tits are fine."

"Tell that to them," Lisa replied, pointing toward her boobs.

"Okay," Jill answered.

Jill moved closer to Lisa and put her face a few inches away from my wife's breasts.

"I'm sorry," Jill muttered toward Lisa's chest.

Jill then moved her face forward until it was half an inch from Lisa's left breast. I watched intently as Jill exhaled, sending a gust of warm air across Lisa's nipple. Lisa had tipped her head back and closed her eyes.

Jill and I looked at each other and smiled. It was nice to see someone else be tormented for a change.

Jill moved to the other side and exhaled toward Lisa's right nipple. I noticed that Lisa's left nipple had fully hardened. Lisa had apparently resigned herself to enjoying these moments, strange as they might be.

Jill ran her hand across Lisa's tummy and down toward Lisa's stubbly mons. Jill maintained her distance from my wife's vulva, careful not to cross some imaginary line. Jill quickly worked her hand back up before pulling it away.

"What the fuck?" Lisa asked.

"What?" Jill questioned, trying to sound innocent.

"You're just going to stop there?" Lisa countered.

"Yup," Jill answered. "If you want more, you can wait until tomorrow. Besides, I think it's Johnny's job to make you come, not mine."

"Fuck you," Lisa said playfully. "That's not fair."

"It's plenty fair," I chimed in. "If you think that's bad, try living with a constant boner."

"That's your problem," Lisa replied. "Besides, you can put an end to this at any time."

"And give up the chance to have sex with both of you?" I answered. "Not a chance."

"Then that's your choice," Lisa said. "But that doesn't mean I should suffer."

"Do you want me to go down on you?" Jill asked matter-of-factly. It was hard to tell how serious the offer was.

"I don't know," Lisa said. "I came earlier this morning. I shouldn't need to come again."

Lisa's response sounded half-hearted at best.

"Who cares what you should or shouldn't need?" Jill shot back. "If you want to come, that can be arranged. If you want to wait, you can wait. You just need to tell me what you want."

"I don't know," Lisa reiterated. "I think that might be pushing it a little far for me."

"What do you mean?" Jill replied.

"Well, for one thing, you're my sister. For another, you're a girl. And you're also not my husband."

"You've never been eaten out by a girl before, have you?" Jill asked.

"Not really," Lisa said.

"What does that mean?" Jill inquired.

"I mean, a girl went down on me once when I was studying abroad," Lisa replied. "She just wasn't very good at it. It was the first time with another girl for both of us. She stopped after a few minutes, and we moved on to other things."

I was taken aback but not really surprised. Lisa had never told me that story before, but it confirmed my suspicions about her time outside the country.

"Did you go down on her?" Jill asked.

"Mhmm," Lisa answered.

"Did you make her come?" Jill pushed further.

"Mhmm," Lisa said as she looked down at the floor.

"Did you like it?" Jill asked.

"Mhmm," Lisa said. It was becoming her normal response.

"And you wanted to feel that, too. But you haven't been able to, right?"

Lisa nodded. "But Johnny knows how to eat me out, and that's all I need," Lisa added. She reached toward me, making contact with my thigh. She gave me a gentle squeeze to reassure me.

"That's good," Jill said. "Maybe you can show me just how good you are tomorrow, Johnny."

I nodded and took one final gulp of my coffee.

"Anyone want more coffee?" I asked as I rose from the couch to get another cup. I had not realized until then that my penis was fully erect. My balls ached once again, desperately seeking relief.

"I'd love some," Jill said, offering me her mug.

"Same," Lisa added, handing me hers.

I took the three coffee mugs to the kitchen and filled them with the steaming, dark liquid from the coffee pot. I added cream and sugar as needed and stirred each cup with a spoon.

All the while, I thought about what my wife had just shared. I had thought for years that she explored her own sexuality while abroad. We had never really talked about it before, so her admission today caught me off guard, even though it was what I fully expected. I imagined what the other girl looked like, what their sexual encounter was like, what Lisa wanted at that moment. I couldn't help but be a little bit jealous all these years later, even though she had married me and left her adventurous college days behind. Lisa and I had always talked frankly about sex and our experiences in general, but we had never talked specifically about individual encounters. I didn't realize it would affect me quite this way, but it made me want my wife even more — not just for sexual pleasure, but to remind myself that she loved me, wanted me, and chose a life with me over further adventures. Tomorrow, I thought to myself.

Still, hearing about Lisa's past encounter made me hard. I knew I just had to wait one more day — or part of a day at that point — but my penis throbbed with desire. My time would come soon enough, and I would just have to hold on until then. Then, and only then, would I be able to remind Lisa that I was more than capable of fulfilling her desires orally.

I brought the refilled coffee mugs back to the couch, and we all sat and drank from them while chatting casually. The last two hours of the morning passed quickly with innocuous conversation and occasional sexual quips. It was almost unbelievable just how normal it had become for the three of us to carry on a conversation while fully nude.

Around noon, the girls decided to start working on their apple pie. I stayed on the couch and tried to catch up on a few emails from work, even though it was Christmas Eve. I wanted to get any remaining work issues cleared up before Christmas.

The girls proceeded normally at first, cutting up the apples and getting the pie crust ready. At one point, they needed to add flour, and they made a mess of things in the process. Jill spilled flour all over the countertop and managed to coat her torso in the white powder at the same time. A fine layer of flour covered each of Jill's breasts.

Lisa was quick to notice and offered to clean Jill up. Lisa brought her mouth close to each of Jill's boobs, one at a time. Like Jill had done earlier, Lisa exhaled on each of Jill's breasts, sending flour flying in every direction. It was hard to tell from a distance, but it seemed like Jill's nipples hardened in response.

Just as quickly as she began, Lisa pulled her mouth away from Jill's body and picked up where she left off in the pie preparation process.

"What was that?" Jill asked.

"What was what?" Lisa replied.

"You know exactly what I mean," Jill said.

"I'm not sure I do," Lisa answered. "I thought that was just the norm at this point."

"You suck," Jill said. "But you forget that I can get myself off on my own if I need to."

"You can," Lisa said. "But you won't."

"Oh no?" Jill replied.

"Nope," Lisa responded. "That would be the easy way out. And I don't think you want that. I think you would rather wait for tomorrow when Johnny can make you come more times than you ever thought possible."

"Fine," Jill said. "I'll try not to get myself off. I think I can last until tomorrow. But if you two do anything else, I might have to take matters into my own hands."

"If you say so," Lisa said. "You're free to do what you want. I just don't think you really want that."

"Let's just focus on this damn pie," Jill countered in a desperate attempt to change the subject.

The two girls did just that. They proceeded to add all sorts of ingredients, making sure to follow the recipe as best as they could. After they had finished the apple filling, they began to work on the top crust of the pie. Rather than have a flat layer of dough on top of the pie, they decided to make some kind of fancy lattice design. For that, they needed my help.

"Johnny," Lisa called from the kitchen.

"Yes?" I answered.

"Could you help us for a minute?" Lisa asked.

"Sure," I said, rising from the couch and walking toward the kitchen.

As I approached the kitchen, my nose was greeted by the aromatic smells of apples and cinnamon. The scent felt fitting for winter and made the atmosphere feel a little more cozy.

When I walked into the kitchen, I couldn't help myself from sneaking a glance at the two women's bodies. My eyes quickly found their way to their butts and feasted upon the view. The juxtaposition of Jill's firm, tight ass and Lisa's rounder, fleshier bottom was an intriguing contrast. I was so used to seeing Lisa's fuller butt on a daily basis, but Jill's ass and slender figure were new and novel. There was no denying I was attracted to Jill's body, but I had to wonder how much of it was genuine and how much of it was just being drawn to something new. Regardless of how much energy my mind devoted to the consideration, my penis couldn't care less and — quite literally — rose to the occasion. I tried to focus on the pie and ignore the naked bodies for the time being.

"So," Lisa began. "We need to layer these strips of pie crust so that they weave in and out of each other."

"Mhmm," I replied.

"And we thought an extra set of hands might help," Jill added.

"Sure," I said. "So, what do you need me to do?"

"Well," Jill said. "Since my younger sister loves telling me what to do, why don't we let her oversee the process while you and I do the assembly work?"

"Works for me," I said.

"Same here," Lisa agreed. "But for the record, I do not love telling you what to do — at least no more than I love telling anyone else what to do."

"So you're saying you're just a bossy bitch?" Jill quipped with a smile.

"I'm not saying anything of the kind," Lisa replied nonchalantly. "Besides, everyone always says I'm the nicer one of the two of us."

"Oh yeah?" Jill asked. "Then I guess you're talking to different people than I am because they all say I'm the nice one."

"Ladies," I interjected, hoping to cut off the diversion before it escalated further. "I think you're both nice. How about we focus on the pie?"