Recycled Lingerie Ch. 01

"Wha . . . no . . . don't stop . . . oh."

She gave me a yearning look, but stopped when she saw me take the ball off and snap on a dildo with a clit stimulator. She smiled. She watched what I was doing intently.

I put some lube on the dildo, shoved it slowly into her pussy and started going to work on her clit. The movement alone was driving Mandy wild, but when I turned on the vibrator again, she screamed. It wasn't words, just sounds.

"AhhhhhHaaaYaaaaaaaOhhhhh."

I worked her clit and vagina until she came in waves. I kept it in her until she begged me to stop. I took it out and turned it off. I stood there looking at her naked body for a while. Even in the morning without makeup I thought she was beautiful!

After a moment, she said, "Aren't you going to untie me?"

When I didn't answer, she started struggling against the straps. I could tell she was very uncomfortable about still being out of control. During sex play, it had been okay, but to lay there helpless while I stood over her was starting to humiliate her.

I said, "Mandy, Stop!" The tone of my voice made her freeze for an instant.

I told her to feel the restraints right where they met the leather straps. She had a puzzled look, but felt there. I told her to push the bump where the two components met. She did so, and the restraint cuffs came right off.

"Quick release buckles under the leather coverings," I said. "Mandy, when I told you that Joyce and I never hurt each other, I meant it."

I told her reassuringly, "I would never humiliate Joyce by leaving her tied up any longer than she wanted to be. I bought those so if she ever panicked, she could release herself instantly. The legs have them, too. She only used the release once, and that was because she had a leg cramp. She never panicked because she knew I had given her an instant out. She trusted me. I want you to trust me too. I'll never do anything to you unless you have an out, and I'll never . . . ever hurt you."

Mandy released her legs, jumped up and kissed me passionately, and then suddenly let go and pushed me back. She held the restraints in front of her and shook them.

She mockingly said, "You asshole! You could have told me!" and threw them at me. Then, smiling, she said "Yeah, I do trust you now, but you almost had to change the sheets. You used that damn thing on me before I had a chance to take a pee this morning. See you in a minute."

She scampered off to the bathroom and shut the door. She emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later wearing one of Joyce's terry robes.

"I used Joyce's toothbrush. Hope you don't mind."

I told her that I had not gone through Joyce's side of the vanity yet, just as I had not gone through her side of the cedar closet. She hugged me.

"You still miss her so much, don't you?"

I held her tightly, and started to tear up.

"I do. I really do."

She wiped my eyes with the sleeve of her robe, and said that she loved her sister, too.

She said, "Do you know one of the things I love about you? I love the way you did love, and still love my dear sister. I love the way you two made each other happy. I love you deeply for it."

She paused for a moment until I had composed myself. She looked up at me, and I thought she was going to say something else tender. Instead, she pushed me to arm's length.

Playfully she said, "Ya know what else I love about you?"

Before I could answer, she grabbed me by the arm and literally threw me on the bed.

"I love the way you fuck!" she said with a wicked look on her face as she stepped out of the robe.

She rubbed on my dick until it was hard again, and then sat on it once more.

My wife had been exceptional in bed. No argument. But Mandy did things with her pussy in the next ten minutes that I would have never thought possible. I do believe that she could have sat with her pussy on a quarter and told me if it was heads or tails before picking it up with her labia!

Her muscle control was unbelievable. She could really work my dick, give its head little pulses and squeeze the shaft. The fact that she just stared into my eyes without saying a word, squinting a little each time she did something new was even more erotic than her lesbian sex talk yesterday afternoon, if that was possible. Ten minutes of it, and I exploded so hard I thought I was going to give myself a rupture.

She pulled off and lay next to me.

She said, "It takes a lot of concentration to do that, but it's worth the effort, isn't it?"

I asked, "Where on God's green earth did you learn to do that?"

"Yoga classes," she replied offhandedly.

I was flabbergasted. "They teach that in yoga class? Do housewives get to sit in a circle and learn that in group class or something? 'Pussy Mantra 101' or something?"

"Well, no. They do teach a lot of muscle control in group classes. Pelvic floor exercises and the like. Exercises with ben wa balls, maybe. But what I just showed you is not for group class.

"Live feedback is different. You see, someone just can tell you what to do and hope you are doing it right, but the best way to learn it is for your instructor to have a finger in your vagina while you practice in order to give you live feedback."

"Yoga instructors are allowed to finger-fuck their students?" I asked incredulously.

"Only if she is your lesbian lover on the side," she replied with a wink and a wicked smile. "We used to lay for an hour with a finger up each other. She would do a maneuver, and then have me practice until I could replicate it. We practiced a lot."

She turned to look at me as if she were looking over a pair of glasses and repeated it with emphasis.

"A lot!"

"I get it, I get it. But why was a lesbian helping you to grab dicks better with your pussy? Wasn't that encouraging you to defect to the other team?"

She shoved me playfully.

"No, silly. She already knew I was bi, and we even shared a guy one time. Okay . . . she mostly did me while the poor guy just watched and jerked off . . . Oh, forget him. He's not important.

"What is important is that she taught me this because it not only strengthens your core and gives you more inner control, but it helps in lesbian sex. When a woman uses a dildo on me, I can grab it tighter and get a lot more sensation. The effect is amazing. I met her years ago when I worked in New Orleans. We still get together when I visit there. She's one of the reasons I love that city so much. "

I pointed to my penis.

"Yeah, I like New Orleans, too, but your detailed recitation of your yoga lessons is having an amazing effect on something else right now."

She smiled and said, "I was hoping for that. Now I know I can have you twice in under an hour, too. Hang onto it with both hands for a second just lay here."

She disappeared into the cedar closet and came out a couple of minutes later wearing a soft-skirted pink swing dress. It had a tight bodice, and then flared to an A-line skirt. She lifted the hem to show me a red A-line slip.

"Guess what I'm wearing under the slip?" she said as she straddled me. "Nothing!"

And with that she guided my dick back up into her pussy.

I had fooled around with Joyce (and other girls before her) fully clothed in parked cars, but I had never had a fully-clothed woman sit on my dick on my own bed. The sensation of the cool, silky slip riding up and down over my balls was incredible, and feeling Mandy's breasts through the dress and slip was very erotic. I ran my hands up and down her form, savoring every curve. I told her how beautiful she was over and over.

"Feeling your nipples through the dress is like an erotic dream."

"Honey, you have my permission to feel them whenever and wherever you want!"

This time, Mandy went easy on her pussy tricks, and we lasted about twenty minutes with her on top fucking me for a while, then me on top fucking her with her reaching under the skirt and slip to finger her clit. The sound of her quickening breath and the feel of her vaginal constrictions coming to climax provided just the edge I needed to come then, too.

Spent, we lay there talking for nearly an hour. She asked if there was a "what next," and I told her there certainly should be. We could work out the details over time, but she was welcome to come over any time. I just told her to check my schedule.

"It would be impolite on poker night to tell my buddies, 'Deal me out of the next three hands, fellas. I have to go upstairs and fuck my wife's sister.'"

She punched me on the arm and said, "What's wrong with that? It might get them so hot they forget their poker faces when you come back downstairs. Hey take every advantage you can get!"

We both laughed, and then she stopped short and got a strange look on her face.

"When was the last time you used that vibrator ball?" she asked.

I thought about it, and said, "Quite a while ago, before Joyce got sick. I used it on her. It has been in the bottom drawer since."

"Did you always wash all of the attachments?"

"Once in a while, but I usually just wiped lube off it and let it dry. Why?"

"I think we just acted out one of Joyce's lesbian fantasies . . . in a way."

When I looked puzzled, she said, "When you had me lick it, I tasted something familiar. It was pussy juice. You just had me lick my own sister's dried pussy juice from the ball!"

I must have turned beet red. "Mandy, I . . . I . . . Well I . . ."

Mandy brushed her hand against my face.

"It's all right. I know you didn't mean to do that. It was very faint, but I'll always have the satisfaction of knowing I tasted what my sister fantasized about having me taste. Thank you."

She kissed my cheek and held me for a while.

We decided it was time for brunch. She cleaned up and put on a pair of panties, hose and shoes. She quickly brushed her hair and put on a little makeup she found in Joyce's side of the vanity. I thought she looked stunning! I put on slacks and a sport coat, and I drove her to a hotel downtown for an elegant Sunday brunch.

She turned a few heads as we entered the restaurant.

When she sat down, I said, "Your short, slightly-tousled hair and soft breezy skirt give you a wonderfully carefree look that that I find particularly attractive."

"Yeah, I know. I enjoy this look, and I especially have been enjoying the way you look at me."

Over brunch, we discussed our options. There was no real danger in telling her mom that we were seeing each other. She had no other relatives for 1,700 miles, and her mom would just think that we had established a relationship as family.

"I'll just tell Mom that you are looking after me, and that we had planned to take some trips together, as we have no one else. Mom already resigned herself that I'm going to be a 'spinster lady' 'cause I turned down every offer from some really hot prospects."

I could tell my parents a similar story.

"Mom will be proud that I'm helping my wife's sister with emotional support. She also came to the 'spinster' conclusion like your Mom did. She'll be happy that I'm at least being 'family' to you."

My parents met Mandy a number of times, and they loved her, too. Mom was always trying to set her up with some guy or other so she wouldn't become a "spinster."

I said, "We'll tell all the people we know around here that you're helping me with housework or coming over to use my pool, hot tub or sauna for the weekend or just plain visiting. Sisters and brothers in law are allowed to visit each other, after all.

"By the way, do you want any of Joyce's clothes other than the coats you picked out?"

"Oh, yeah. It's a treasure-trove of great stuff! I'm going to take some of the dresses, suits and casual wear."

"I'm glad."

She then leaned forward and motioned for me to do the same. She took my hands in hers.

She whispered, "I'm leaving everything in that lingerie cabinet right where it is, though. I'm going to do a thorough inventory of it. It may take a few weekends." Then right into my ear, "Maybe even months," followed by a quick lobe lick and, "Maybe years."

That sent a shiver through me.

I replied, "Well, if you can't be thorough and accurate, what good is an inventory anyway. Take all the time you need. It may take longer than you think, too, as there may be some additions."

She made a face, said, "Ooooh," and laughed.

Since we were so close, I did something I had never done before in a public place. I let go of her hands and gently brushed my right hand across her left breast. I could feel that her nipple was hard. She still had on the dress over the slip with no bra. She took a breath and moved back a little.

"Honey! People . . ."

Before she could say anything else, I said, "'Anytime, anywhere,' remember?"

"Well, this is a new you! But I'm a woman of my word."

And with that, she moved closer again so that her breast was again in contact with my hand. I felt her nipple once more.

I whispered, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

She gave me a little kiss, and then we sat back in our chairs.

The brunch was fantastic. Joyce and I had eaten there a number of times. Omelets to order, pastries and savory dishes of all sorts, prime rib, seafood and deserts to die for. The fruit selection was wonderful, and Mandy got a number of items. I didn't know what was in store for me with a simple plate of fruit.

Mandy started with a strawberry. She put it to her lips and sucked on it. She nibbled the tip and ran her tongue around the area she just bit off. She had my attention now. She raked her teeth over the sides of the berry to score it, and then she ran it in and out of her mouth a few times, savoring the juice. Finally, she slowly sucked the whole thing into her mouth and ate it.

Next was a blackberry that she slowly ran around her lips like a lipstick, getting a little juice on her lips when the very ripe berry broke. She slowly licked the juice from her lips as seductively as she could, and then put the berry between her teeth. She closed her lips over the berry, and when she opened them, the berry was gone.

Blueberries with whipped cream were next. She picked them up one at a time with the index and middle fingers of her right hand, much the way that Japanese Go players pick up the stones used in that game. She held out her tongue to receive each one, sensually releasing each berry onto it so she could eat them one by one. When she had finished the blueberries, she took those two fingers one at a time and put them into her mouth to remove the last vestiges of whipped cream.

The final item was pears in brandy-cream sauce. She simply cut off small pieces and picked them up with her fork. She opened her mouth for each bite, placing the fork s far back in her mouth as she could get it, closing her teeth over the fork, and then slowly sliding the fork straight out through her teeth.

It took everything I had to sit still and watch her. She had me at the blackberry, and I had quite a hard-on under the linen tablecloth. Not being able to do anything about it, I just sat there and enjoyed the show.

When Mandy finished, she asked me, "How did you like my table manners?"

I told her, "In the International Erotic Games, the Russian judges are pretty tough these days on the blueberry-pickup event, so I can only give you a nine-and-a-half."

She laughed that soft laugh that seemed to melt my heart now. She leaned forward again.

"I seduced my bank branch manager in Houston with that routine. I took her to dinner and ordered a fruit plate for dessert. She was fairly straight-laced and resistant to my charms for a femme, but she was gorgeous and I wanted her. By the time I finished my fruit plate, she was so limp I thought I was going to have to carry her back to the car. When I whispered that I would like to use her naked skin as a dish for a Midnight snack, she was mine."

I whispered back to her, "I think you are a real dish, too, and I would love to play with my food from a dish like you. On a more personal note . . . if that's possible . . . your performance and banker story have me so aroused that I'm about to raise my side of the table off the floor. I'm gonna need a few minutes before I can stand up without looking like I'm smuggling prime rib bones out in my pants."

She smiled that wicked smile.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

I replied, "Thanks, but you have done quite enough already."

Then I said, "Speaking of arousal, don't look to your left right now. There is a couple sitting there. Her back is to you and he is facing you. He watched your performance, and I think we may have to look for the for the AED, 'cause I think he may have a heart attack!

"He was talking to his lady and watching you. His eyes looked like he was watching a ping-pong game: you-her-you-her-you-her. She must be wondering what the hell is wrong with him. He started sweating so much that he had to wipe his face with his napkin! I had almost as much fun watching him squirm as I had watching you eat that fruit. I'm not sure, but I think he came in his pants."

Mandy couldn't resist. She turned to look at him, and when he caught her eye, she licked her lower lip slowly and winked. The poor guy turned the color of Mandy's strawberry, and gulped down almost a full glass of iced tea.

She turned back to me.

"Wow. Double the pleasure," she laughed again.

I didn't know whether to feel sorry for the poor bastard or for his lady. I had a feeling that she was going to be the recipient of a lot of pent-up lust that afternoon.

I asked the waiter for a couple of cappuccinos, and we sat and slowly drank them until my hard-on had diminished enough for me to stand up respectably.

On the way back home, we addressed the 500 pound gorilla in the car.

"What do you think about your female fiends now that we're going to be seeing each other?"

"Oh, my two lesbian lovers? We'll need to work that out over time. One of them isn't into men, but might let you watch. The other is bi, like me. You might consider that, too. It might give me a thrill to see your dick in her while she eats me."

That almost knocked the wind out of me. It wasn't just what she said, but how she said it. She ticked off "two lesbian lovers," an offer to put on a lesbian show and a threesome as calmly as if she were ordering Chinese takeout over the phone!

It was hard to keep from crashing at that point, but I managed to keep the car on the road.

I blurted out, "Mandy, I . . . I appreciate the offer, and I may even take you up on it someday. Joyce and I only talked about it. We never did it. If I ever work up the courage, there is no one I'd like to try it with more than you. I understand your needs and that's okay, but I need to take it a little slower on my end when it comes to your girlfriends. Is that okay for now?"

"Yeah, Sweetie. It's fine.

She gave me a peck on the cheek.

"In fact I think it's sweet to find someone who would turn down a threesome with another woman just so he could enjoy me alone.

"Tell you what: I'll be happy to give you details about my girlfriends' technique whenever you want when we make love. I like the fact that you only want one lover."

"For Joyce and me, sex was always been more about love than just satisfying physical needs. We only loved each other, so there was no desire to get physical gratification with anyone else."

Mandy said that was one of the most romantic things she had ever heard.

Something dawned on me then. "You have been in the area for only a month, and you already have TWO lovers?"

"Oh, three including you, and four including some jerk I had a single night with and who forgot to tell me he was married. I hope his balls have healed by now," she said as she flexed her right thumb and forefinger like a pincer. "I wonder what he told his wife . . . Yeah . . .