Sister Act Pt. 03

Sister Act Part 3

I’ve told you about my wife Betsy and her sister Marie. The first tale was about Marie sucking my dick and then a nude game of tag in our pool with Betsy, Marie and our friend Laura. Then was my birthday present where my wife and Laura fucked me and they also did each other.

It was a few weeks later when Marie and her husband Tom asked Betsy and I to join them in celebrating their anniversary. They had a reservation for dinner at a local restaurant in the city. We drove to their house so we could ride together into the city. I noticed immediately that Marie was dressed very provocatively with a tight satin top, obviously with no bra underneath. She wore a tight little skirt and her legs were bare. I hadn’t paid much attention to what my wife was wearing but when she opened her coat in the car, I saw she was not wearing a bra either and had a buttoned top that left little to the imagination.

At dinner, they had reserved a table that was in a secluded corner of the restaurant. It being a week-night, the restaurant was uncrowded and as people finished their dinners and left, we were about the only ones there. A nice young guy named Jason was our waiter. Well, Jason was no dummy and he quickly saw the two ladies’ breasts on display. My wife had unbuttoned her blouse to the middle of her breasts to show an extensive amount of cleavage between her D-cup breasts. Marie little nipples were poking through her top. The dark outline of her areolas was visible through the thin material. The ladies knew what they were doing and were giggling to each other about the show they were giving to this young waiter and to Tom and me as well.

As we were finishing our salads, our two wives went to the lady’s room. For some reason, women like to go to the bathroom together. I guess it’s easier to pee when you have company. I’ve never had had the desire to piss with another guy around. While they were gone, Tom and I talked about how the girls were flirting with us and being very revealing with the waiter.

Tom mentioned, “Marie told me she sucked your cock and swam naked with you a few weeks ago.”

I was surprised that she had told him and didn’t know what to say.

He continued. “It’s okay. Marie and I had swapped with other couples and it turns-us-on to watch or hear about fooling around with other people.”

“Doesn’t it make you jealous?”

He told me, “It did at first, but now it’s hot watching her or hearing her talk about it. Doesn’t your wife turn you on when she flirts with other men, like the waiter? It’s arousing to hear that she excites other men or that she’s turned on by the idea of having sex with someone else.”

“I’m not so sure.” I replied.

He asked, “Is your dick a little hard talking about this and seeing that young waiter ogle her tits. Your wife has a wonderful set of tits.”

I had to admit that it did excite me a little.

He went on, “I know you got a hard-on fooling with Marie and you came when she sucked your dick that time. I wish I hadn’t been out of town. I would’ve liked to watch.”

“You’d like to watch your wife suck another man’s dick?”

“Sure. Think about it. What if I told you that Betsy had sucked my cock. Would that excite you or arouse your curiosity?”

“Well maybe a little.”

He went on. “What if I told you that it really happened. Betsy was visiting us last weekend, remember?”

I nodded that I did.

“Well when Marie went out to get a pizza, your wife sucked my cock in our living room. We were siting on the couch and I kissed her and began to fondle her boobs. I took her shirt and bra off and sucked on your wife’s tits. Then she went down on me. She does that thing where she swirls her tongue around the underside of a cock and then swallows it in one gulp.”

He was describing something my wife did to me, very accurately. I was stunned to hear this. My wife had never strayed, as far as I knew and here our brother-in-law was telling how my wife had given him a blow-job.

He laughed and said, “Maybe that happened and maybe it didn’t, but doesn’t it turn-you-on to think about it?”

I had to admit that it did. For some reason, thinking about my wife in sexual situation was erotic. The added component of me having the hots for my wife’s sister, Tom’s wife Marie, added to the feeling.

It got more interesting when the wives returned from the women’s room. I watched, stunned when Marie sat in her chair and placed her panties on the table. She looked at Tom and I and said, “I’m naked under my blouse and skirt. Her breasts were jiggling under her sheer top and I couldn’t take my eyes off her protruding nipples.

My wife Betsy surprised me even more when she also placed her panties on the table. She unbuttoned another button on her top and pulled her blouse open to reveal one of her breasts, with her taut pink nipple standing proudly for Tom and I to see.

My wife leaned toward me and whispered, “I’m so horny. I need to be fucked.”

My dick was hard now, for sure.

Then Marie took up the conversation. “You didn’t tell your wife about me sucking your cock, did you Paul (I’m Paul)?”

My wife looked at me for an explanation. I lamely said, “I was going to tell you, but was waiting for the right time.”

My wife looked at me sternly and said, “When is the right time to tell you wife that her sister sucked your dick?”

I meekly said, “Sorry.”

Then Betsy asked, “Does she give better blow-jobs than I do?”

“Of course not.” Was my only feasible answer.

“You wouldn’t tell me the truth. You know you’d be in big trouble if you told me another woman was better than me. What about Laurie? Is she a better cock-sucker than me?”

We’d had a session with Laurie that was in a previous story.

“Of course not, you’re the best, an expert.” I realized it was a bit to much to tell your wife she is and expert at giving head.

She wouldn’t give me a break, “Oh, so you think of your wife as an expert cock-sucker. Your faithful wife, mother of your children, is the queen of sucking dicks.”

“I didn’t mean it that way. I just think you are the perfect lover.” I tried to deflect the conversation to a more favorable direction. Marie and Tom were laughing at my predicament.

Marie joined the conversation. “Tom, what do you think? Does Betsy suck cock better than I do?”

Tom just held up his hands, refusing to answer.

I looked at my wife and asked, “Have you sucked Tom’s dick?”

“What if I did? Wouldn’t that be okay since Marie blew you?”

I certainly wasn’t enamored with the idea of my wife sucking other men’s cocks, I was in no position to object. “I guess it would be okay, but not if it’s a secret.”

Betsy honed-in on that comment. “So, you are okay with me going around sucking off other men as long as I tell you about it?”

I said, “I give up. Whatever you say.”

She went on, “Would you like to watch me suck another man’s dick? You could play with yourself while I did it.”

She reached over and felt my hard penis in my pants. “Look who’s getting excited by all this nasty talk.”

I retorted, “I’ll bet your pussy is wet.”

Betsy looked at me then put her hand under her skirt, between her legs and pulled her fingers out. she put them to my face and into my mouth. I sucked her juices and took in the scent of her nectar.

“Let Tom have a taste.” Sister Marie said.

I was almost beyond being shocked, but then my wife put her hand between her legs again and reached across the table and put her fingers in Tom’s mouth, letting him taste her pussy-juice.

Betsy asked me, “Does my pussy taste better than Laurie’s? You really seemed to be into eating her cunt when we had her in the motel a few weeks ago.” She proceeded to tell her sister and Tom about our tryst with Laurie in a motel when I had eaten and fucked our neighbor.

Tom joined the conversation, “Where did the two of you learn to be such good cock-suckers? Is it an inherited trait in your family or did your mother teach you girls how to give blow-jobs?” What a nasty thing to suggest.

Marie went along with the idea and said, “Yeah. Mom used to have us practice on carrots and bananas. She even had us sucking on cucumbers, but told us we’d never find one that big and she was right. We should’ve stuck with those mini-carrots you can buy.” Ouch, that hurt.

Betsy asked, “How could we tell who was the best cock-sucker. Marie and I used to be pretty competitive. I think I’m better than her.”

Marie said, “No way sister. You may have spread your legs more often than me, but I think I suck dick as well as anyone. If there was a hall-of-fame for cock-suckers, I’d be in it.” This was a bold statement.

Betsy said, “Bullshit.”

Marie said, “Well our husbands will never tell us the truth.”

“We’d need an unbiased judge.” My wife added.

Just then, the waiter Jason returned to see if we wanted dessert. He went through the list of things on the menu.

Marie asked, “Do you have anything with whipped cream and a cherry?”

Jason didn’t know what to say.

Betsy said, “Something that we could lick chocolate off of?”

Jason, who was looking at my wife’s gaping blouse and Marie’s having chest, didn’t know what to say.

My dear wife said to him. “We are having an argument over which of us gives the best blow-jobs. Our husbands will not give us a fair evaluation. If they say the wrong thing, they will get cut off.”

Marie continued, “Would you like to be the judge? Is there someplace we could go for a demonstration?”

Jason was stunned. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” He looked at me and Tom and we just shrugged, amused and wanting to see how far the sisters would take this before backing out.

Jason said, “There is a private dining room that is empty tonight.”

“Show us.” Marie said.

We followed the young man into another room off the main dining room. He locked the door behind us.

The two ladies haggled about the rules. They were going to take turns but realized that if the turns went on too long, the young man would come before they’d both had a fair turn. Tom and I were shaking our heads in disbelief while the rules were agreed upon. They decided that each would get fifteen seconds per turn to suck Jason’s dick. I couldn’t believe they were serious.