Jill

Then Dan (in a normal voice) said, "So, what's your job like in Phoenix?" I knew then that he was trying to cover. We had known for months "what her job was like", since we got nearly daily emails. My curious bone twitched. My eyes narrowed and I began to reassess my trusted husband and my trusted 'sister'. Like Alice it seemed 'curiouser and curiouser'. Then I relaxed. I smiled because I remembered that my birthday was in just a few days. It was part of the reason for the timing of Jill's visit. They were likely cooking up some kind of surprise for me. I heard Jill make some bullshit covering remark and their voices faded, growing louder as they passed the other bedroom door, and then fading completely as they moved away. I wiped and flushed, sliding my pants up quietly.

Jill had not visited us since the last time she and Paul had stayed with us, shortly before their divorce. I washed my face with cool water and tried to control my curiosity. What I wanted to do was to go out and ask what all the whispering was about. I'm terrible about surprises. But I might be wrong. It might not be about my birthday, but about something else entirely. I just didn't know what it could be.

I patted my face dry. Then, in the back of my mind, a light went on. One of Dan's favorite fantasies was to have a threesome. I found the idea of sharing our bed with a third person attractive, but I didn't think I could ever find the courage to actually go through with it. He had started by telling me about his fantasy of having two women at the same time. We had even discussed inviting another man into bed -- "Fair's fair," Dan said. I liked that idea even better. Still, when we discussed it, an appropriate candidate didn't come to mind, even if I thought I could go through with it.

We had gone as far as trying to decide if we knew women and men that we thought we might be comfortable sharing our bed and bodies with. During our fantasy discussions about possible partners, Jill's name had never come up. At first, she was still married to Paul. Then she moved to Phoenix and was too far away, I guess. Besides, she was family. How weird would that be? Or maybe not. I knew Dan had always liked her and found her attractive. He had never tried to hide it. One thing that we had made a part of all the scenarios -- after Dan pledged to do it if I did -- was full participation. In other words, the partner of the same sex would not balk at some interaction with the third person if it came to that. That was another reason that made it so difficult to come up with a likely candidate of either gender. I suddenly found that it was extraordinarily easy for me to imagine Jill in bed with us. Jill, all skinny, with her newly tanned skin next to Dan's extra hairy body (I wonder if she has tan lines?), then my pale, pudgy (but, Dan assures me, sexy) self. I found the picture fit well, maybe too well! I even began to think about what it might be like to go down on her -- my own ex-sister in law! I had one experience with another girl when I was in high school and Dan had made me repeat the tale to him a couple of times. He always got hard. This idea, though, almost smacked of incest...well, sort of. Then I frowned. I wasn't sure I wanted to be the one to broach the idea. Dan has convinced me that my body looks great to him, but I can look in the mirror. Still, who am I to argue when he calls me "Rubenesque", and "voluptuous"? When he makes love to me the pleasure he derives from my body is evident, so I long since stopped worrying about the ten or fifteen extra pounds I wear around my waist and hips...okay, and my ass, too.

A knock at the closed bathroom door brought me out of my reverie. "Hey! Did you fall in?" came Jill's voice. Then she opened the door and stuck her head in. "Everything okay, Mary? We were wondering if you flushed yourself down," she smiled. I laughed a little and told her I'd just been thinking. As I turned away to hang up the towel and to compose myself, I felt my face heat up from the thoughts I'd been having. By the time I turned back around, though, I felt normal. Jill's expression looked worried now, for real. I smiled at her and put my arm around her shoulders as we walked out to the living room.

Dan had drinks made for us all (as if he and I needed more!) and we sipped them while we talked. I watched them for clues to their big secret, but they were sitting across the room from each other. There were no stray glances or guilty looks between them. Maybe I had jumped to conclusions. Dan is always telling me I do that. I tried to repress the memory, of the images of them -- of us all -- naked and writhing on the sheets. I lifted my glass to my lips and found it was already empty.

Dan's eyebrows rose in surprise when I held it out for a refill. "Whoa! Is this a race?" he asked. I rattled the ice noisily in the glass and smiled at him. He set his half drink down and went to the kitchen. I turned to Jill.

"So, are there any new men in your life, Honey?" I asked her. First she grimaced. She shook her head. She told me she had been on a few dates since she and Paul had divorced, but nothing great. "I haven't had sex with anyone but my friend, "Buzz" (her pet name for her vibrator), since Paul." Then her face lit up and she grinned a wicked grin.

"I have a sneaking suspicion that is about to change, though. There's this one guy at work, Hal. Well, it's Harold, but everybody calls him Hal. At least that's what the guys at the office call him. The girls call him Harry, mostly in private. You know, as in "Harry the Horse"? They say it's because he's hung like one."

She sipped her drink. I laughed and waited for her to go on. "Anyway, that's the report that came from the only one of them who has had the opportunity to...sample the goods, so to speak. She swears it's true. Somebody else said this girl has only had, like two boyfriends -- she's only 19 or twenty, and she seems pretty naive, so we're not sure she really has the experience to decide." She stopped and grinned at me again. "Most of the other females in the office are married or attached. They've all been urging me to make a move on him to find out the truth -- and solve my horniness problem at the same time. They're eagerly waiting for me to report back."

"Are you going to go out with him?" I asked. Jill fluffed her short hair back dramatically, then looked at me and batted her eyelashes.

"Oh. He has asked me to go as his 'companion' on the...overnight...white water rafting trip the office has set up next month. I figure it will be a great opportunity to see him in his swimming trunks -- and hopefully out of them, too!" She winked at me. "Also, it will be a good time to let him see what I look like in my little white bikini when it's all wet and clinging to my sexy little body." Dan came back from the kitchen then, drinks balanced and clutched precariously.

"What about your sexy little body? And who is going to cling to it when it's all wet?" I thought his interest was a bit too eager, but that's just Dan. He's always ready to explore anything that has to do with sex. 'Double Entendres 'R' Him'.

"Hey," Jill said, "If you're going to eavesdrop, you need to turn up your hearing aid, old man!" Dan's eyebrows rose as she and I chuckled. Of the three of us, I'm the baby. Dan and Jill are about the same age. Dan was quick to point that out.

"Listen, Shorty! Remember we graduated from school the same year. If I'm old, Grandma, you are, too. That remark deserves be punished." Jill laughed, but I saw her tan turn a little bit ruddy. I found myself with a new movie running in my head. This one was even hotter than the last one. I react to hints of 'punishment' the way Dan reacts to hints about sex. I like Dan to spank me sometimes as part of our foreplay. I never knew that my brother had the same fetish -- or at least a form of it, since he liked to be the one doing the spanking -- until one time Jill asked me about it. She and Paul had been wrestling one night and he flipped her over his knee and started swatting her. She said she'd felt humiliated and it had hurt at first, but the effect on Paul was so dramatic -- extra hard, extra energy! -- she allowed herself to explore that side of herself. It wasn't too long after that she admitted that it had begun to excite her, too. She told me they had made it a fairly regular part of their sexual repertoire. I've often wondered what it said about our parents that Paul and I had both developed that fetish. I was never really spanked growing up and I didn't think Paul had been either.

Anyway, the picture that popped into my mind when Dan made his threat was of Jill's skinny little ass upended over his lap (both of them naked, of course), his rampant cock trapped between them, while I watched the whole thing. I felt my panties getting damp at the thought. Then I wondered what it would be like to be the one spanking her.

I must have been more toasted than I thought, because I closed my eyes and dwelled on the scene as I sipped my cold drink. I only half heard the continued banter between Jill and Dan, until I heard Dan saying, "Earth to Mary! Hello-o-o! Is anybody in there?"

I blinked my eyes open and it was my turn to blush. For some reason I found myself imagining that they -- or at least Dan -- could tell what I'd been thinking. He was grinning at me. "I thought we'd lost you, there, Sweetie! You pounded those two drinks hard." I looked at my glass. I had thought I'd been sipping when I apparently had been gulping. It was nearly empty again. I set it down on the coffee table as if it had bitten me -- which, in a way, it had. I tried to blame my lascivious thoughts -- and the wet panties they caused -- on the booze, but inside I knew it was just my horny imagination.

"Ahem!" I cleared my throat, making the noise sound the way I've seen it written in the comics. "I think I'd better start dinner." I rose to my feet, more to demonstrate to all concerned (including myself) that I wasn't drunk, than for any other reason. A little wave of dizziness passed and I headed for the kitchen. Dan grabbed my hand as I passed and I stopped.

"Why don't we go out to Mario's? We haven't been there for a while." Dan's suggestion was a relief. I hadn't been looking forward to kitchen duty that night. We agreed we'd go soak up some pasta and Italian atmosphere. I collapsed back on the couch. Jill went to the bathroom and Dan came and took the seat she had vacated next to me. He leaned in and we kissed. I guess I put some extra passion behind it because when we broke -- quite a few seconds later -- he sat back, eyes wide and said, "Whew! What got you so hot?" Then I saw the light behind his eyes. "Were you thinking about me "punishing" Jill?" When I couldn't meet his eye, he chuckled. "That's it, isn't it?" He laughed a nasty laugh.

He raised my eyes to his, his fingertips under my chin. "What a naughty, naughty girl you are, Mary Fields!" he whispered. "Maybe you're the one who needs the spanking." His voice had that quiet but husky quality that tells me he is getting aroused. "Just imagine it, though: Jill's tanned behind, naked and stretched out over my knee. I bet she sunbathes in the nude down there in Arizona. No tan lines, just those little browned half-moons of her butt cheeks rising up from the tight cleft between her thighs. I would hold her down with one hand and...Wait! YOU can hold her down for me! Yeah, and then I'd begin to swat her: SMACK! SMACK!" He went on whispering in my ear, describing her spanking, with me as his lewd, nude assistant. As he spoke, his hand was slipping under my shirt to play with my aroused nipples. I closed my eyes, leaned back, and pictured his fantasy as he went on telling me about it. He had just reached the point where he paused in his spanking and ran a finger down between her thighs to test her arousal. I let my eyes open halfway to look at him. My hand went to his crotch and found that he was as hard as a rock.

We both noticed the motion at the same time. Jill had come back and was standing there listening to his scenario. Her mouth was hanging open, but I couldn't tell if she was shocked or surprised...or excited. I also couldn't tell just what had caused her reaction the most -- the scene Dan was verbally sketching, or the fact that he had freed my left tit from my bra, baring it to pinch and twist the nipple. We reacted like two teenagers caught in the back seat.

By the time we'd jumped apart and I had pulled my clothes back into some sort of order, she was all but falling down laughing, holding her sides and shrieking. Between gasps for air, she howled out, "Oh my God! I'm so glad...I just peed! If I hadn't, I'd be wetting my panties right now! You two are the guiltiest looking married couple I've ever seen!" Dan and I, not being the kind of people who miss the humor in even the most bizarre situations, soon joined in the merriment, even though we were the butt of this joke.

Our laughter seemed to take forever to abate. For myself, I was glad of that. I was afraid we would have to really look with a (semi-) sober eye at what Dan had been saying. And at the fact that it had gotten us -- particularly me -- so goddamn excited. I covered my embarrassment by pleading my need to pee again and beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom -- OUR bathroom that time. As I closed the door, I leaned against the vanity and caught my breath.

My composure began to return, but not totally. There was a sense that I had taken a step -- or was about to -- I wasn't sure I was ready for, or that I was even sure I ever wanted to take. Again, I splashed cool water on my face. Then I looked at the mirror, into my own eyes to see if I was the same woman I had been just a couple of hours before. I watched my reflection. That head slowly moved back and forth in a negative motion. The face that looked back at me had been suddenly unmasked.

Our (accidental?) slip and being caught by Jill in the middle of fantasizing about adding her to our sex life had released me from myself. I could look at my private side of the picture Dan had been painting. I had been imagining that, while I held Jill down, her face was buried between my thighs, her tongue licking and her lips sucking at my pussy. My eyes blurred. My reflection disappeared. I felt myself go lightheaded and I thought for an instant I was going to faint -- or have a spontaneous orgasm. My hands gripped the edge of the vanity, the knuckles white from the power of the image in my mind. I lowered my head to the cool surface of the counter. My mind cleared. I stood back up and looked at myself in the mirror again. Another thought popped into my head: I couldn't believe Dan could have constructed that fantasy on the spot. It must be something he'd been thinking about before.

Suddenly, I knew what I wanted for my birthday. I admitted to myself that I had wanted it for a long time. That it would be Jill that would be the one to help Dan give it to me was perfect. I somehow felt certain that she would agree to the idea. I loved Jill as a person, and I knew she loved me. What I was contemplating would be next door to incest, or at least down the block. That didn't bother me though. I wondered if our friendship would survive. I took a deep breath and let it out. More cool water, then the towel again. I opened the door and stepped out into my new life. My panties were so wet I should have changed them. But it was exciting feeling them squish between my thighs, and knowing what had caused them to be that way. Confidence stirred inside me.

Mario's wasn't too crowded. We asked for a table in the corner. Dan and I go there every couple of months and the hostess remembered us. The waiter recognized us too, and he gave Jill a thorough, Italian-American once over (same as Italian, but sans the butt pinch -- at least for me. I don't know if he pinched Jill). Then he gave both Jill and me a European style hug with his head on both side of ours -- and grinned in approval. He seated us and returned to serve us the warm loaves of crusty bread with saucers of olive oil dusted with cracked black pepper, and then asked if we wanted our usual wine. I saw Jill's eyebrows rise at that. I grinned at her. Dan said that would be fine and the man scurried away.

"So, when did you two get to be such VIP's?" Jill asked.

I snorted. "Oh, he just remembers us because Dan tried to stiff him on our check the last time we were here." Dan protested his denial. I explained that Dan had gotten outside the better part of the two bottles of wine we'd ordered that night. "He wasn't falling down, just very, very 'relaxed'. So we dawdled a little while over our espresso after the check arrived. When we got up, we just walked out. It wasn't until we had reached the car that Dan remembered he had forgotten to pay. He rushed back in before they could sic the cops on us for 'defrauding an innkeeper' (that's what they call the old 'dine and dash' prank impoverished college students used to play -- but that was long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away).

"Anyway, when Dan came back out, he told me that he was so embarrassed he tipped the guy nearly fifty percent! That's why he's pushing the wine so hard tonight. He's probably hoping Dan will get sloshed again and forget." We all laughed about the story. Of course, Jill and I laughed harder than Dan did. "I was not 'sloshed'! We both forgot, remember." I had to agree with the last part.

"I think he might be interested in something more than a fifty percent tip tonight, though. Did you notice the way he looked at you, Jill?" Dan asked. I almost thought I detected a hint of envy in his tone.

"I'm sure she's used to getting the fish eye all the time," I said before Jill could answer. "Just look at her!" Turning to Jill, I began to tell her again how good she was looking. I played with her short hair and slid my hand over her bare warm shoulder (she had worn a casual summer dress, cut fairly low, with narrow straps) I mentioned her beautiful tan. I had noticed there were no visible tan lines, just like in Dan's fantasy. I asked her, "So, tell us, do you lay out in the nude in Arizona?" I knew Dan was dying to find out. So was I!

"Well, I have," she said. "My balcony is private enough at certain times of the day. Then, there's this girl at the office who belongs to a nudist resort. She took me as her guest two times. I have to admit, it was a really eye opening experience." Jill's face had taken on a little more color again.

I snickered and said, "I'll just bet it was!" I got a sudden picture in my mind of men walking around with perpetual erections surrounded by naked women. I asked her about erections there. She was quick to dissuade me from that stereotypical response to what she called 'whitetails' (for obvious reasons) to social nudity, however.

"No, it isn't all perpetual hard-ons, orgies and open-air screwing! It's really a serious lifestyle. No sex in public, no overt sexual displays." She explained that was the general rule serious nudists have, at least most places. "Oh, sometimes you might see a hard cock, but they're ignored and usually covered up until they go down." Then she laughed and added, "Except the really little boys! It's so cute to see a kid six or seven years old running around with a stiffie! The funniest part is that they don't know what to do with it, so mostly they just fondle it. Sometimes I wonder if they'll ever father children the way they bang them around."

She turned to Dan and put her hand on his arm, asking, "When do boys start getting erections, Dan? How old were you when you got your first one?"

Just then Luigi, or Antonio (or whatever our waiter's name was) reached the table with the wine. We waited until Dan had played out the tasting act and pronounced the vintage acceptable. When Luigi (No, really, that was his name. I asked him) went away again, Dan tried to change the subject. "So, Mary, what do you want for your birthday?"