Fantasy Fulfilled

After lapping up her sweaty underarm, which I enjoyed doing, Matt chirped, "Why didn't you even shave your pits?"

Sue flushed with anger and stomped off. He looked at me blankly and I shrugged. After five minutes in the bathroom, she returned and designed our last architecture.

Sue went on top of me, belly to belly, completely enveloping my ramrod with her cunt, and spread her ass cheeks apart to welcome her lover Matt's fatboy.

Fifteen minutes of grinding followed; the only thing louder than the slapping of his skin against my wifey's ham hocks was the sound of her rapid-fire queefs, the puffs of air forced out of her swollen labia.

Long after I shot my wad Matt was still porking my lovely lady's heinie and she was shrieking like a harpy.

Then we switched places and Matt's cock dwelled in Sue's undulating playground while I gave her a rim job, swallowing mouthfuls of her sweat and his sticky scum.

Next she commanded him to straddle her and spray his spunk onto her tits and belly.

Then she ordered Matt and I to lick the stuff off her.

At long last, we finished after Sue sat on Matt's face and shivered in full-body-racking orgasm.

During the night, I awoke hazily to Sue's warm, moist mouth and velvety tongue performing a lovingly gentle blow job.

She swallowed all that spewed forth, kissed the crown of my penis, and told me to go back to sleep.

I rolled over on my side, facing the wall, and listened to the rustling of sheets as she gave Matt a similarly sweet sucking.

After she gulped down his ejaculate, I heard Matt tell Sue he loved her and she said, "I love you, too, baby cakes."

My heart exploded in my chest and I lost my breath, trying not to gasp.

I cried silent tears until the morning light came through the windows. Sue got up first and went into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar in the midst of her morning pee.

When she wiped and flushed, I joined her.

Standing next to me draining my lizard as she washed her hands in the sink, she smiled sweetly and asked, "What's up? You got something on your mind, dontcha?"

"I think we need to break up with Matt. It's going too far, I think."

Sue frowned. "I like being polyanna. I thought you liked it, too."

"I do like it...I mean the sex part...but I think you guys are falling for each other. I'm afraid of losing you."

She looked puzzled. "How can you think that? You're my man. You're the father of my babies. You're the best."

Before she wrapped me in a hug we heard Matt clear his throat.

"Ahem!" Then he said, "I am falling in love with you ... maybe both of you ... but I love Mary more and I don't want to lose her. This all has to stop."

Aside from a warning of castration and murder if he ever so much as hinted about our fuck fests to my sister-in-law Mary, we three went about the business of rising, shining, and meeting the new day speechlessly.

Susan's only comment was to say, "The nerve of that guy! Breaking up with us!"

I told her it was what we were thinking of doing anyway. She let it go at that for a few days.

The next time we all got together, as Matt sat with Mary at dinner, doting on her every word and meticulously heeding her every need, there was no indication whatsoever that Mary's fiancée had been fucking the shit out of my wife, her big sister, repeatedly for the past few months—with me watching and joining in on the fun, no less!All in all, things were not only back to normal, but poised to progress to a new stage, wherein we two couples would raise our families together, take vacations together, spend holidays together, and basically live our happy little lives in parallel.

The only hint of an unexpected wrinkle came in the kitchen when I leaned over to load some silverware into the dishwasher and Mary goosed me, jabbing her thumb into my ass.

I sprang up straight with what must have been a look of shock and she giggled before reaching to cup my nuts from outside my pants.

She squeezed my crotch hard enough to hurt and then made sure I watched as she pushed her free hand down the front of her slacks, fished around for a while, and then slid her hand out, raised it to her nose, sniffed her fingers, and presented them to my lips.

Her funk was pungent, erotic, and familiar. She gave me an evil wink, blew me a silent kiss, and left me standing by the sink with an erection ready to blow.

Yes, indeed, I expect we will live our happy little lives in parallel.