My Crazy... Ch. 01

She grunted and instead of flipping around she quickly moved down and sat up, lifting her pussy up high while holding my flagstaff straight up so that as she lowered herself down, she impaled herself upon my spear. She was still facing away from me, reverse cowgirl style as she used one hand to fiddle her clitoris and the other to juggle my balls, then she started twerking her hips. She was sliding her vagina up and down my dick so that I could feel the bell flanges of my mushroom shaped head scraping her walls!

Her ass cheeks were slapping my belly with every collision. I was holding on to them for dear life, and very quickly I felt my climax surging out of my balls as she tickled my scrotum. If I had nails I'm pretty sure I would have cut into her plump cheeks as I thrust up and pulled her down as my climax burst inside her like fourth of July rockets!

As soon as she felt me filling her up, Andrea stopped and held perfectly still. Once she felt my last shot of sperm spray her walls, she carefully tipped forward and slid off my dick as she tightened her vagina cleaning every sperm off my shaft before she crawled back to her side of the bed and collapsed.

----(!)----

I woke up the next morning to Andrea's ass pressing into my morning wood, my arm wrapped around her waist, my hand over her breast, her thick curly brown hair in my face, and the alarm blaring. I listened to the DJs until I couldn't stand their stupidity any longer, and it became abundantly clear that Andrea wasn't going to wake up and turn off the alarm. Pushing myself up, I reached over her and slapped at the alarm clock until I achieved silence.

Only once the alarm was off did I look down and notice that Andrea had gone and had her hair colored a lovely copper-red shade. Smiling, I used a finger to pull just enough of her hair out of her face to expose a cheek and the side of her mouth.

Leaning down, I kissed her and whispered, "I love you, wife."

She sighed happily, and then twisted and thrust her ass out for my attention. Running my hands across her hips and ass I couldn't deny myself, and so, lifted her thigh up and guided her other leg down so that I could straddle her bottom leg. Rubbing my dick to full staff, I lifted Andrea's upper ass cheek and rolled her hip as I slid my dick straight inside her warm wet vagina.

It was a quick fuck as She laid their pretending to be asleep but moaning with every other thrust. Quickly I felt my orgasm upon me and then I was shooting my cum inside her. When I was finished she just lay there motionless until I pulled out and pulled the covers over her before leaving to take a shower, dressed, then left for work.

For the rest of the week Andrea was a stranger during the day, coming home late after work, hiding out in our bedroom reading books or in the bath, but once I came to bed she was a sex crazed bitch in heat. Friday night, after I came to bed Andrea and I made love five different times during the night and early morning. Saturday morning I slept in late, as usual, until Andrea finally roused and rolled out of bed. Later the smell of coffee brewing, the savory scent of eggs, bacon, and biscuits being made put my belly in conflict with my desire to sleep more. The front door opened then closed, and I figured Andrea must have taken the garbage out to the trash can. Finally my belly won out, and I decided it was high time to head out to the kitchen to greet my sex crazy wife and see if she wanted to be bent over the table or counter for a quickie...

When I walked into the kitchen there was Andrea standing at the stove finishing the bacon in a tight little tank top that barely came down far enough to cover the undercurve of her breasts and the hip straps of thong panties pulled up high over her hip-flares while slightly baggy sweatpants barely clung to the tops of her ass cheeks and the saddlebags of her hip-dips.

Sneaking up behind her I wrapped my arms around her waist and nuzzled her ear through her curly copper hair as I whispered, "Good morning my love..."

"Good morning," Andrea answered tersely from behind me.

Jumping back I spun around to find a fully clothed Andrea sitting at the breakfast table in a corner drinking coffee as she awaited her breakfast to be finished. My mouth fell open as I looked back at the doppelganger at the stove and back to Andrea. I stumbled toward the table and just barely managed to sit down in a chair before my legs wobbled and folded beneath me.

Andrea furrowed her brow at me, wondering why I was so taken aback, and then she smiled and purred, "You forgot didn't you?"

I blinked at her, and she nodded as if that was all the answer she needed, before she explained, "Remember, I told you Monday that my sister was coming to stay with us. Bruce has been fucking a new girlfriend, and then last week decided to kick Devon out and divorce her and move in the new girl. Is any of this ringing a bell?"

I shook my head no.

"Well," Andrea chuckled as she pointed back to Devon, "Devon has nowhere to go, so she is going to be living with us for a while. So, we are going to have to figure out some new arrangements for your office."

Turning around, my eyes locked with Devon's, I wasn't sure if I was reading too much into them but they seemed to be pleading with me to not say anything, and her smile seemed hesitant and nervous as she purred, "Good morning Ryan!"

Devon was two years older than Andrea, but she looked like a slightly smaller chest and waisted, broader hipped, thicker bottomed, and redheaded twin of her sister, Andrea. So, for the last week every night I was fucking my wife, I was actually fucking Devon!

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and turned back to Andrea with a shit eating grin as I purred, "Sure thing, I know we can work something out! So, how long is Devon staying with us?"

Andrea looked from me to Devon and then back to me before she replied, "Why don't we go back to our bedroom and talk about it."

I nodded my head and she stood up and led the way. Once there I closed the door behind us and Andrea started undressing to change out of her work clothes into something more comfortable. More comfortable turned out to be a Wonder Woman tank top and a fresh pair of red lacy thongs. As she changed she started her proposal with an apology, "I'm sorry honey, I know you probably don't like the idea of Devon living with us, but she was so heartbroken! She has been rejected by the only one she thought loved her, and well, I didn't want her to think we... I... was rejecting her too!"

I nodded my head in understanding of her feelings as I replied, "Andrea, I completely understand. I probably would have done the same thing if it were one of my brothers or sisters. This will just take some getting used too is all... So, how long do you think she will be living with us?"

That was when Andrea turned back to me and I could see the worry in her eyes, "That's just it babe, I don't know! She may want to stay a few weeks, or she may want to live with us permanently!"

"Permanently?" I echoed as the fantasy of fucking Devon on a long term bases played in my head, but if this was going to happen, then I would have to be very shrewd about how I handled it.

Turning to Andrea I walked over and wrapped her in a hug and pulled her in for a quick kiss before I answered her, "Honey, I will support whatever you decide is best. I think we can figure out a way to cope with her living with us, no matter how long that is..."

"Really," She sighed in relief as she laid her head on my chest, "You're really okay with this? I was sure you would be upset!"

"Surprised, yes," I chuckled, "Upset, no..."

"Thank you honey," She gushed suddenly and then kissed me before running out of the room to tell Devon the good news.

Following at a slower pace I thought about what had happened the past week. At some point I was afraid that Andrea was going to find out one way or the other that I had accidentally been fucking Devon while thinking she was Andrea. There had to be a solution, it felt like it shouldn't be my fault, after all, Devon was sleeping in our marriage bed. How was I to know that she was not my wife?!

When I walked into the kitchen they were both sitting together at the table talking while there were three plates of food set out. Walking around the table to the only plate with no one in front of it, I had Andrea on my right and Devon on my left. For the rest of breakfast Andrea and Devon talked over Devon's plans to move the rest of her stuff in. That was when Devon made a surprising offer.

"I have a king-size bed that won't fit in the office," She said by way of explanation, "So I was thinking, why don't I give you guys the bed!"

I nearly choked as a sudden image of me in bed with Andrea on my right and Devon on my left danced in my head.

Andrea just looked at me with amusement and said, "Sure, I always wanted a king-size bed, and then that way we can move the queen into your room and you will have a proper bed instead of that old couch."

"What about my desk, computer, and other office stuff," I asked.

"We can move the file cabinets to the garage," Andrea offered.

"I don't want to impose so why not keep the desk and computer in the room," Devon added as she looked from Andrea to me, "I don't mind sharing space with Ryan, after all, it was his office first."

"Well," Andrea said hesitantly, not really liking the idea, "I rather you have your own room and your own space Devon, but I guess that will work for now..."

Devon smiled and then winked at me as she purred, "Then it's settled... for now!"

Andrea finished eating and then she yawned as she tried to eat her fist to cover it up. Standing up she took her plate to the sink, and then turned and announced, "I have been up all night, so I am going to bed. You two play nice while I'm out!"

"Sure thing sis," Devon answered.

I stood up and walked around to give Andrea a quick kiss and then whispered, "Sleep tight baby. By the way, we may go and pick up more of Devon's stuff."

"Sure," She replied with a tired nod and another yawn, "That sounds like a good idea."

She waved and then she left to go fall across the bed. I followed her to our bedroom and within seconds I heard the soft breathing of Andrea sleeping. I closed the door softly as I left the room with clothes to change into and then I met Devon in the living room.

Walking up to her I hissed in a low whisper, "What the hell Devon? Why didn't you ever say anything? I thought you were Andrea! And, why were you sleeping in our bed?"

She chuckled as she pulled off her tank-top and pushed her panties and sweatpants down so that they fell to the floor. My mouth dropped as she stood there naked in front of me and pulled a bra out of her back and began slowly putting it on as she answered, "Well, first, I was sleeping in your bed because I was tired and depressed, and there wasn't another bed in the house to sleep in."

As she explained her reasoning I had to admit she had a point.

"Second," She continued as she held up a hand displaying two fingers, "I was groggy and didn't know what was happening until it was already too late as you inseminated my womb. Afterward, I was freaked out, and scared, and didn't know what to do. But, the more I thought about it the more I convinced myself that the damage was done. Then, like I said before, I was depressed. Do you have any idea what a kick in the self-esteem it is to have your husband divorce you for a younger woman when you're only 24? Then all of a sudden I had a man in bed with me that was making love to me like I was his own personal sex goddess! So fuck yeah, I came back for more!"

Stepping up to her I wrapped her in a sudden hug and held her tight as I whispered, "You are a sex goddess Devon, and Bruce is a fool to divorce you, but how do you think Andrea is going to feel when she finally finds out that her sister has been fucking her husband behind her back?"

"You're right," Devon whispered, "In the moment, it never crossed my mind. I just wanted to feel loved again, and attractive..."

"You are loved," I retorted, "And you are devastatingly attractive."

"Thanks," She whimpered before starting to cry on my shoulder.

I let her cry until she stopped and then she started kissing my neck and I responded by pulling her in for a real kiss that had us licking our tongues into each other's mouths as we inhaled each other's exhalations. Then I pushed her away with a, "We should get dressed, and head over to your house and start moving your stuff over."

She answered with a disappointed sigh, "You're right..."

Then we both spent the rest of the weekend moving her into our house.

----(!)----

"So, how was it? Fucking my husband for the week?" Andrea asked the next Monday morning as soon as she kissed Ryan goodbye and watched him drive off to work.

"Like a dream, Sis," Devon purred as she moved up behind her younger sister and wrapped her hand around Andrea's waist and put her head on her shoulder, "It was everything you said it would be. He is a great lover. The whole time he thought I was you. He was never unfaithful. He loves you from the very core of his heart... I just wish I had someone that loved me like that..."

"You do," Andrea purred as she twisted in her sister's embrace and wrapped her arms around Devon's waist. Their blue eyes flashed delightedly at each other as Andrea whispered, "Me, silly!"

She pressed her plump mouth into her sister's nearly identical lips and kissed for a long time while their hands explored each other's breasts and twisted each other's nipples. It was Devon that finally pulled away and asked, "So, are you going to tell him that you planned the whole thing? That you told me to sleep in your bed and pretend to be you knowing he would fuck me as long as he thought it was you?"

Andrea looked away as if she were looking at the door Ryan had just walked through minutes before. When she cut her eyes back they were playful as she answered, "Not yet... I think I want him to struggle a little first. I know he will come to love you as much as he does me, but I don't want him getting arrogant!"

"So how are we going to play this now that you're on the day shift again?" Devon asked.

Andrea nodded as she took a swig of her coffee before answering, "Easy, Ryan usually get home at four o'clock, so can fuck him as much as you want until I get home at six. I will make sure I don't get home before then. For the rest of the night he is mine."

"What about the weekends," Devon asked.

"We will have to work out our days," Andrea answered in a musing tone as if she was thinking it over on the fly, "Maybe Saturday night we could switch places so that you spend the night with him and then I will sleep with him on Sunday night..."

Devon brought her hand up to cup her chin as she thought about it, then she nodded her head and asked, "So, do you want to taste my pussy since it's been filled up with Ryan's cum?"

"When did you have time to sneak in and get my man to fuck you this morning?" Andrea laughed in surprise.

"Actually he came to me while you were fixing your makeup, and then came in me," She answered triumphantly.

"Fuck!" Andrea gasped, "That was just after we took a shower together and he came in me!"

Devon chuckled while Andrea smiled and shook her head before saying, "I think we've created a sex monster! So, if I taste your pussy, do you wanna taste mine?"

"Hell yes!" Devon hollered as she grabbed her sister's hand and dragged her back to her bed.