Revelations Ch. 03

"If I had my way, right now you'd have a front row seat to a live sex show, but all he did was kiss me goodnight."

"Well, I don't think I'm ready or interested in watching you take a trip to pound town," she laughed. "But I get your point. Maybe it's you....Are you washing properly?"

"You're not funny."

"It's kind of hard to have a serious conversation with you at two a.m.," she said. "Especially while you're buttering your muffin as we talk. Give him time. From what I hear, it will be totally worth it. Now I am going back to sleep. Please finish quietly."

Our third date was a picnic, by a lake, not too far from school.

We found a very secluded spot, which would have been equally perfect for skinny dipping and sex or dumping a dead body.

We kissed, we snacked, we groped and we talked.

"Do you masturbate?" I asked, deciding to test him a bit.

"Yeah," he answered, giving me a weird look. "Doesn't everyone?"

"I want to see you do it," I told him.

He shocked me when he got up on his knees, pulled down his shorts, wrapped his hand around that gorgeous erection of his and started stroking for me.

My pussy started to tingle...Well it was already tingling... It just started tingling more.

When I told him I wanted to see him do it, I stumbled saying it, I meant to end the request with "sometime".

God his cock looked good!

It was long, but not cartoonish long. It was thick, but not scary thick. All in all I gave it a nine out of ten.

For the record, it became a ten out of ten the first time he slid it into me.

Grabbing the small bottle of olive oil we'd brought to dip bread into, I poured some over the head of his cock and down his hand.

Both my clit and my nipples became impossibly hard and swollen as I watched his hand slide up and down his shaft.

It was so sexy, he would stroke it long and slow, then he would trap the head in his fist, squeezing it while he did short and quick strokes, sliding his hand back down his shaft, he would cup and squeeze his balls before stroking again.

The man was putting on a pretty good show.

I needed to be naked.

His pace quickened a little when I pulled off my tank top. It got even faster when I slipped out of my sports bra and he saw my tits.

Laying back, propped up on one arm I slipped my free hand under the waistband of my shorts, pinching and pulling at my hard little clit.

The look on his face told me he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Oh God," he panted, proving me right. "Where do you want me to cum?"

"My mouth," I told him, very close to my own climax.

He moved closer to my face. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.

The first splash of his cum, hitting my tongue set of my orgasm.

I found it surprisingly difficult to cum, swallow cum and breathe at the same time. But I'm a multitasking trooper...I persevered.

"Well that was fun," I said after swallowing the last of his load.

He surprised me by leaning forward and kissing me. That was a first for me, Every guy I'd ever been with was squeamish about kissing me after I'd sucked them off.

I remember thinking, as his tongue snaked its way into my mouth...I'm going to marry this guy.

Okay we're going to fast forward here so we can all get on with our lives.

We did have sex that day by the lake, three times.

We became a couple.

I met Chris's sister Lanie....It made my pussy tingle. Not on the level of "Oh my God I need to sit on your face!" But enough that it made me re-think just how straight I was.

At the seventy fourth minute of my last soccer game during my senior year my right knee decided my career was over and basically blew up.

I spent the next few months on crutches and wore a knee brace, which because I wasn't running around a soccer pitch all the time, made me gain some weight.

Two week after graduation, I had surgery on my knee.

Three weeks after my surgery, Chris and I got married. He looked dazzling in his tuxedo and I was looking super sexy in my wedding gown and knee brace.

Life and middle age happened. I gained some more weight, settling in around one hundred and fifty to sixty pounds. Which for the most part, I'm good with. I love that my boobs got bigger, going from an optimistic B cup to a no nonsense D. I'm not thrilled about the slight jelly belly, but Chris isn't complaining.

I told Chris all about my spa day with Lanie. No surprise, it made his dick hard. I made it about half way through before we took a break and he fucked me while I was bent over the kitchen counter. After we both came, I told him the other half of the story. As soon as I was done telling the tale, he had me bent over the same counter but used a different hole....Yes he put his cock in my butt...and I loved it.

I was a little evasive about Lanie being down for a hot, sweaty threesome, concentrating more on my "reluctance" to cross over the bisexual line.

On Wednesday, I sent Lanie a text:

"Angelo's for dinner Saturday. If you want to join us, wear my panties."

Angelo's was a nice casual restaurant that happened to be attached to a nice hotel downtown. I figured we'd get together for drinks and appetizers. If all three of us were feeling it, we'd get a room...that I'd just happened to have reserved for us.

"I ordered you an old fashion," Chris told Lanie as she entered the lounge a few minutes after we sat down.

"And that's why I love you, little brother." She said, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Her braless boobs were in serious danger of falling out her low cut dress as she leaned down to give me a hug and a kiss on the lips.

I was a little surprised to feel the tip of her tongue dart out and brush against my lips.

"I love you too, little sister in law." She said, sitting down.

Letting her sandals slip from her feet, she let them rest of the front of Chris's chair, dangerously close to his crotch.

"I get the feeling this isn't just about dinner and drinks," Chris pondered.

"Well, little brother that depends on what you want to do," Lanie spoke before I had a chance. "Last week the Redhead Goddess over there was very interested in my sex life and the trysts we had when we were younger. I guess she liked what she heard, being she wouldn't stop playing with herself the whole time."

"Yeah she does that," Chris interjected.

"Now you know I love her," Lanie continued, still talking as if I weren't there. "And I would do anything for her. At one point, she alluded to the fact that she would find it exciting to see you and me together. It was even suggested that she would like to lose her 'girl cherry' by having sex with me. Her own sister in law...Can you imagine that?"

"Oh I have," Chris admitted.

"I can tell," Lanie said. "And knowing you, I'm not surprised."

I noticed Lanie's body subtly rocking. Looking down I saw her bare foot was no longer dangerously close to my husband's crotch. It was now resting on it, while she flexed her toes over his erection.

"Here are your drinks," the waitress interrupted.

She calmly placed our drinks in front of us. A glass of wine for me, Manhattan for Chris...

"And you must be the Old Fashion girl," she said setting down Lanie's glass.

She paused for a second as she noticed Lanie's foot resting on Chris's crotch. For a second she looked like she was going to say something, but instead grabbed one of the cloth napkins from the table, unfolded it with a snap and placed it over Lanie's foot.

"That'll work," she said with a nod. "Let me know if you need anything else."

"Make sure you tip her," I told Chris before she got out of earshot.

"So when I got Tonya's text," Lanie continued. "Telling me to meet you guys and to wear her panties, I figured it was game on."

"What?" Chris asked.

"Oh she didn't tell you?" Lanie chuckled. "When we were getting dressed at the spa, Tonya insisted that I wear her panties home. I thought it was a little weird, quite frankly. They were pretty damp when she gave them to me and knowing my girl stuff was going to be mixing with hers, seemed a little strange to me. But you know me, I'd do anything for my dear sister in law, so I wore them home."

"That's not exactly how it happened," I said. "It was you that took them from me."

"Say's you," she laughed. "It's my story and I'm sticking to it. So anyway, after we left the spa I had some shopping to do. Walking down the aisle at the grocery store, all I could think about was that I was wearing another girls' underwear. Every time I felt them move against my pussy, I couldn't help but wonder if they'd moved across Tonya's the same way. There were a couple of times, when I squatted down and they dug in, between my lips that I knew they had to have done the same to her. But...."

"You need to stop," Chris told her.

"You don't want to hear the rest?" she asked.

"I do," he said as he raised her foot up. "If you keep that up, you're going to make me cum in my pants."

"We can't have that. You need to save it for later," she smiled and wiggled her toes. "So give them a kiss and I'll finish."

My clit throbbed as Chris leaned forward and planted a kiss on Lanie's toes.

"As I was saying," Lanie continued. "Even though her panties were riding up on my pussy quite a bit...."

"Mmmmm ahhh," I interrupted.

"Are you ok?" Chris asked.

"You might want to loan her that napkin," Lanie answered.

"Are you?" he asked Lanie then me. "Is she?"

I nodded.

Lanie's other foot was now resting in my lap and her toes were teasing my already overheated pussy.

"I figured just because you don't want to cum in your pants, it doesn't mean no one does," she told him. "I'm sure the Redhead Goddess won't mind cumming in hers."

She was right about that!

"That is so hot," Chris muttered.

"So can I continue?"

Chris and I both nodded.

"Being the wonderful caring person I am, I...."

"I'm sorry to interrupt," our waitress said setting fresh drinks on the table. "I saw you guys were getting low so I...I hope you don't mind."

"No we don't mind at all," Lanie said. "I was just telling them about wearing her panties home from our recent spa day."

"Wow," the waitress said. "You guys are cool...strange but cool."

A look of disappointment came over her face when she glanced at Chris's lap and saw Lanie's foot was gone.

"I switched sides," Lanie told her, nodding towards me.

"He gave me his napkin," I told her as Lanie's toes massaged my clit through my pants.

"Very cool," she smiled.

"We're probably going to leave after this round," Chris told her, as if nothing weird was going on under the table. "So I'd like to cash out our bill."

He handed her two, one hundred dollar bills.

"Drinks aren't that expensive here," she said trying to hand back on of the bills. "I'll bring you your change."

"I was told to tip you, so what's left over is yours."

"Wow thanks," she smiled.

She leaned over, gave Chris a hug and left.

"She seems like she'd be fun," I said. "Maybe we should invite her to come up with us."

"Look at you," Lanie laughed, as she kept scrunching her toes against my pussy. "Little Miss Swinger here. As much fun as that sounds, I think we should keep it in the family tonight."

"You're right," I agreed.

"Can I finish now?" Lanie asked.

Chris and I both nodded.

"Even though Tonya's panties kept riding up on me," Lanie continued. "I kept them on when I got home. That's the love I have for her. She told me to do something so I was going to do it, even if it meant spending the evening, topless and just wearing her underwear...Oh that feels good."

I'd reached down and started massaging her toes as I ground my pussy against the arch of her foot.

"When it was time for bed, I felt a little bad, but I just can't sleep wearing underwear. Not mine or as I found out that night, anyone else's. Now imagine my surprise as slid Tonya's panties off...They were still wet. They were absolutely soaked! All those juices had to be hers. They couldn't have been mine...There was no way I could have become aroused by wearing my sexy sister in law's used panties."

"That is so hot," Chris sighed.

"You would think so, little brother," Lanie laughed. "I was pondering how I could tell if it was Tonya's pussy or mine that soaked the panties. W.W.C.D. popped into my head. What Would Chris Do? I thought about that for a minute or two and then I remembered how my little brother used to sort laundry. That would get me the answers I was looking for...I was sure of it. I held the crotch to my nose and forced myself to inhale. They did smell nice. Kind of familiar, but there were scents there that I'd never experienced before. I knew then I'd have to take more drastic measures. I stuck my tongue out and dragged those wet panties over it. They tasted amazing. Very familiar...Now I don't want you two to have a bad opinion of me or think I'm some sort of sex freak, but when I masturbate...Don't be shocked Chris, but your big sister will at times pleasure herself. Don't be alarmed, it's natural and everyone does it...Now, little brother, you might want to cover your ears for this next part. But as I started to say, a lot of times, when I am pleasuring myself, I will lick my juices off of my fingers and over the years I may have, in moments of weakness, let the gentleman I was having sex with, insert his penis into my mouth after it had been in my vagina...Chris, you do know what a vagina is, don't you?"

"Yes I do," Chris answered, playing along. "I've even seen a few."

"Good I just wanted to make sure you knew what I was talking about."

"What did you do next?" I asked.

Lanie's toes on my pussy and her little story in my ears, had me so close to cumming, I could scream. I just couldn't get over that edge.

"You know that pillow I keep on my bed?" she continued. "The one with the purple satin pillow case, that looks out of place."

I nodded.

"That's my humping pillow," she informed me.

"Wait, I've slept on that pillow," I said, grinding my crotch harder against her foot.

I admit, it turned me on to know I'd been resting my head on something Lanie used to masturbate with.

"Yeah I it cracks me up, every time you lay on my bed and grab that pillow," she said. "Anyway, I love that pillow. It's not as perfect as say, grinding on my brothers hard cock, but it does the job."

Picturing her wet pussy sliding back and forth over Chris's cock made my....well you guys know the rest.

"I couldn't get enough of our scents on those panties," Lanie continued. "The whole time I was wearing them, knowing they'd been up against your pussy and then against mine had me dripping the whole time. Straddling the pillow, grinding my pussy over that silky material, while I sniffed and licked our juices from those panties...I came four times that night. That brings me to your text telling me to wear those panties tonight...Well I haven't had a chance to do laundry so they weren't exactly clean when I put them on."

God, I wanted to cum!

"You're not wearing any, are you?"

I shook my head. I'd chosen to wear a pair of black leggings that night, because Chris loved my chubby ass in them and I don't like panty lines.

Lanie took a quick look around to see if the coast was clear.

She raised her butt off the chair, reached under her dress and pulled them off.

"Sorry I'm returning them dirty," she said dangling them off her finger. "Even so, I think it would be fun if you scampered off to the ladies room and put them on."

I couldn't grab them from her any faster than I did, before making a bee line for the bathroom.

Once I got inside and without bothering to check if I was alone, I pressed my/Lanie's panties against my nose and inhaled deeply.

The scent was overwhelming...In a good way.

I swear I could still smell traces of my pussy and my sweat under the over powering bouquet of Lanie's scent.

It was incredible.

Without thinking I jammed my hand down the front of my leggings and jilled my clit as I licked the sodden crotch.

It only took a few seconds before my knees tried to buckle as my pleasure peaked and I climaxed.

My legs didn't collapse on me, but they tried to.

My moans did echo off the tile walls nicely though.

Now that my mind boggling need for relief had passed, I turned towards the stalls so I could get my leggings off and return my panties to their rightful home.

Then I remembered, I was the girl who used to get her kicks flashing her pussy to her father and the woman who'd just gotten herself off while staring at herself in a public bathroom mirror.

In a flash, my shoes and leggings were off. I gave the panties one last sniff and a lick before putting them back on. I gave my pussy a quick rub, pressing the silky material against my still swollen clit and got dressed again.

Piece of cake!

But...Just as I opened the door to leave, a toilet flushed.

Someone had been in there with me!

As calmly as I could, I bolted towards our table.

"Guys we need to..." I started, leaning down and reaching for my purse while keeping an eye on the ladies room door.

I saw the woman walk out. She didn't have the look of arousal I'd hoped for after knowing and possibly seeing someone masturbate in a public bathroom. In fact she had a pissed off look on her face as scanned the crowd.

Yes knowing I was watched made my pussy tingle, but I didn't have time for that!

Suddenly Lanie pulled me towards her. She gave my face a quick sniff, then planted a soft, wet kiss on my mouth.

I was digging the whole kissing girls in public thing...but once again I didn't have time for that.

"She sniffed them," Lanie said to Chris.

He handed her a bill.

"Answer honestly," Lanie said to me. "Did you get yourself off?"

I nodded.

Lanie sighed and handed Chris back his money along with a bill of her own.

Those two were betting on me! We didn't have time for that!

"Guys, we need to go right now," I blurted out.

"Why? What's wrong?" Chris asked.

"When I changed and yes made myself cum," I told them quickly. "I didn't exactly use a stall...See that woman over there staring at us? I didn't know she was in the bathroom too."

"Yeah, we should probably leave," Chris agreed.

The three of us threw back the last of our drinks and quickly made our way to the exit.

"Should I get us a room?" Chris asked as we walked towards the hotel's front desk.

"I'm game, if you guys are," Lanie answered.

"As usual, I'm way ahead of you two," I said as I reached into my purse and retrieved the room key. "We're on the eleventh floor."

"A little sure of yourself there, weren't you?" Lanie said as we change course and headed to the elevators. "How did you know I'd say yes?"

"I was pretty sure you would," I answered. "And even if you declined, Chris would have been so turned on that I tried to arrange it, he would have taken me up stairs and fucked the hell out of me anyway."

"So now the poor guy has to fuck the hell out of both of us," Lanie said. "Nice!"

I was thankful it was just us in the elevator for the ride up.

Chris and Lanie stood side by side, their backs against the car.

Stepping up, I pressed my body against his and gave my husband a slow wet kiss.

I then turned towards his sister, pressed my body against hers and kissed her the same way.

"Are you okay?" Lanie asked as our kiss ended and I stepped back from her. "You have a weird look on your face."

I was nervous, aroused, excited and more than little scared.

"I'm great," I said in a low voice. "I'd be even better if I could watch you two kiss."

My husband turned towards his sister and pulled her close.

Her big boobs pressed against him.

His obvious erection pressed against her.

For the first time in twenty years, their lips pressed against each others.