After a quick shower, I asked her about the show she put on with Mom.
“Have you two had sex?” I asked.
“No, actually. That was the closest we ever came to it.”
“Would you if she gave you a coupon?”
She thought for a moment.
“I’m sure I would. I’ve not been really into girls, but I think I would enjoy being with Mom,” she told me.
I kissed her softly all over her face as she giggled. We talked some more that night before we drifted off to sleep to cap another day together. It wouldn’t last forever though.
***
A couple years went by with everyone enjoying our new family traditions. Despite Mom’s original assertion that we would never have sex together except that one time, we remained intimately involved for years. Courtney and I were more romantically involved until one day we had a discussion. We were both in our mid to late twenties when we began to feel our relationship on a romantic level wasn’t really for us.
We made a day out of a discussion we both knew was coming. I took her to lunch, and she made me dinner. We both knew we wanted more. What we agreed on, however, was that we need more. We weren’t meant to be separated but we wanted to have the normal life, whatever that was anymore. We made love again that night knowing we would never be married, never have children together and that it wouldn’t be the last time we would come together like that again.
A couple years later, I met my future wife. I fell for Roseanna instantly. She was an innocent but dirty girl that rocked my world. She was everything I wanted in a life partner which is why I proposed to her only six months after we met. Mom and Courtney were over-the-moon happy for me. Mom, justifiably so, stopped our sexual escapades in their tracks but only after one last romp in the sack. Courtney surprised me by taking in my new lover as a sister. It was like they were instant best friends. I could not be happier…
…or so I thought.
Months after the wedding, I began to learn how innocent my little angel turned out not to be.
Sex with her was amazing and she went out of her way to try new things. One night, she was riding me hard and fast when she suddenly slowed and began to lay out a fantasy.
“I masturbate sometimes when you’re not here,” she offered.
A confused look crossed my face.
“I don’t blame you for that. I do, too.”
She smiled wickedly.
“Do you know what I think about while I rub my pussy?”
I looked at her suspiciously as she slowly leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I imagine my legs open, my hands grasping a full head of brown hair and your sister’s eyes looking at me while her tongue dances across my clit.”
When she was done whispering to me, she quickly sat back up and wiggled her hips; burying my cock even further inside her. Scenes of me and Courtney fucking for the first time danced in my head. Seeing her tears flow down her face as I entered her that day on the couch filled me with emotion that I tried to hide.
Roseanna didn’t notice anything except a lack of a significant negative response. We refer to that night as her coming out night, in that I didn’t know she fantasized about women. We developed those thoughts over time. I asked questions to explore not only her thoughts about other women, but also about my sister. I learned that my sister’s immediate acceptance of her was mutual and her feelings began to grow since then.
In the middle of her awakening, I was with Courtney. I was aggressive with my sister in her bed. I fucked her slow but hard as I began to reveal my wife’s fantasy. As I told her about Roseanna’s fantasy, I felt her energy increase and passion rise. I knew she was onboard with it.
“Do you want her, too, baby?” I asked her.
She pushed her hips up to me as if I wasn’t pounding her pussy hard or fast enough for her. I smiled widely at her as I told her what I wanted her to do, “If you want me to fuck you so bad, you’re going to tell me what you’ve imagined my wife doing to you.”
That set her off. She began to spill her guts as I pressed all of myself into her, physically and emotionally. She confessed a reciprocal attraction to my wife and proceeded to describe the things she wanted to do to her. I didn’t say a word to her. We matched perfectly that night as my physical energy manifested itself into her fantastical energy. The more I pumped into her, the more into her fantasy she became. She was all in. I finally injected my load inside her and collapsed on the bed next to her.
“I can never give this up!” I announced.
She turned over quickly and narrowed her eyes playfully at me, “You better not!”
I kissed the tip of her nose.
“I want to tell her about us,” I admitted plainly.
Surprisingly, and without hesitation, she told me, “I think you should. Could you imagine the three of us together?”
I had and I wanted to, but another question plagued me.
“What if her fantasy was only that, a fantasy. Not everyone is like us, Court,” I reminded her.
She kissed my lips gently and said, “You have a way with people, Simon. You’ll be able to know what’s in her heart.”
I smiled warmly at her and pulled her close, “Thanks, Court. I’ll be sure to let you know.”
I spent a lot of time over the following months continuing to learn about my wife’s fantasy and learn how far she was willing to take it. I introduced myself into her fantasy and it made her engine purr. She enjoyed the idea of a threesome with my sister.
One night, I was thrusting into my wife from behind while she lay flat on her stomach on the kitchen floor. We had worked each other up so much, we didn’t bother going to a more comfortable place. I used that moment to be duplicitous with the introduction of what my sister and I had been doing all those years. Just as she did with me, I leaned down and whispered the bombshell in her ear. I was prepared to call it fantasy and move on with our night.
“Would you like to see me fuck my sister?” I whispered.
She groaned loudly in approval as she turned to look at me.
“Damnit, Simon, that is so fucking hot. I could cum five times in a row watching that.”
I wasn’t convinced she was genuine about seeing it.
“What if I told you I’ve been fucking Courtney since I was eighteen?” I whispered again as I pushed my cock deep inside my wife.
She raised her ass up slightly and put her arm underneath so she could rub her clit as she imagined me fucking my sister. She kept her eyes on me, trying to read my sincerity. I knew my wife and I knew what she was looking for. I raised my brow slightly and nodded affirmatively while I waited for her reaction. She watched my eyes while she rubbed her pussy. Her stare was intense, and I saw the moment her orgasm took control.
“Keep it in me, Simon!” she grunted.
Her body shook beneath me. I watched her other hand claw at the kitchen floor while she attempted to release the power inside her. She finally collapsed and let her muscles release control of her. She her breathing normalized, she pushed me off her and flipped around to face me. I was prepared for the worst.
“You mean it?” she asked softly.
I nodded again. I watched her nearly melt while she continued to process the new information. I watched her stand up and reach her hand out. I took it and stood. I wasn’t completely balanced in my new position when she nearly tackled me.
“You have no idea how turned on I am still,” she told me.
I was relieved.
“You’re still having sex with her?” she asked almost immediately.
I nodded and told her, “We used to share a bed together. Since I met you, though, it’s only occasionally.”
“Have you had sex with me the same day after her?” she asked.
I wasn’t sure where she was going with that line of questions, but I went with it.
“I did on almost every occasion,” I truthfully admitted.
Her face lit up which confused me.
“I would never have known. Know what that tells me?”
I shook my head.
“That I believe you love me as much as you do her,” she told me with watering eyes.
“Why not the other way around?”
“Because you knew her first. I came along and you gave me that same love,” she said.
She took me by the hand and led me to our room. We fucked all night as I told her about the many times Courtney and I had sex, and how close we were to being life partners. I purposely left out the entire story about our family’s coupon game. I especially left out how I fucked Mom first. At first it was a no-go scenario. As we spent our day together revealing secrets, I knew I was going to tell her before the night was over.
The last fuck of the evening, I revealed the secret.
“Remember all those times I told you about when I had my dick buried inside my sister?” I told her as I thrust my dick in her pussy.
“Fuck yeah, I remember! I still want to watch that,” she told me.
“I’m going to blow your mind right before I blow my load.”
“Do it,” she challenged me.
I was certain she thought there was nothing more I could tell her that would surprise her.
“Remember when I told you I fucked my sister for the first time on the couch?”
“Yeah.”
I blew my load into my wife’s pussy just before I told her.
“I fucked Mom in her own bed just an hour before that.”
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