‘What a missed opportunity for you!’ ‘How’s your social life? I understand you’ve done a bit of cradle-snatching yourself.’ Why had I said that? I’d heard that Kate was seeing some young guy of 19 or 20, but I might have been better to have kept quiet. She smiled however. ‘You mean young Will. I think that’s over. He is young and pretty but a bit empty-headed. I think I need some proper conversation these days.’ I smiled.
Kate is the same age as me at 28. Beth joined in.
‘Look,’ she said, ‘I have to get on with this project, so I can’t stay here to referee whatever happens between you two. I want you to kiss and be friends. Promise?’ We smiled and agreed. She got up to leave, and I leaned over to kiss Kate. I intended a chaste modest meeting of lips, but it turned into something much fiercer.
‘Gosh,’ I said, collecting myself. How ‘ex’ was my ex-wife intending to be? Although of course we were actually still married in law. I looked at her.
‘You are looking really good, Kate. Have you been exercising?’ ‘It’s the swimming pool. I can exercise regularly.
‘That’s nice’ I said inanely.
‘Come on,’ she said getting up and pulling me by the hand. ‘Let’s go for a swim. You can admire my new bikini!’
‘But I haven’t got my swimming trunks.’
‘Well, you can either skinny-dip, or use a pair of Dad’s trunks.’
‘I think the latter might be safer.’ She led me off to their indoor pool. It had potted palms round the sides and mirrors for admiring yourself. I was impressed. Kate handed me a pair of shorts. I slipped off my clothing and turned my back to put on the shorts. They were too big and I had to pull the draw-string a long way to keep them up.
When I turned round Kate stood revealed in a skimpy red bikini. There was a minimal triangle over each ample breast, and one over her pubis. She rotated for me. From the back it was just red straps. She looked quite spectacular. ‘Wow Kate, you look beautiful and sexy!’ ‘Thank you kind sir, shall I reward you with a kiss?’ She moved towards me and gave me another delicious kiss.
‘Oh Mat,’ she said,’ sometimes I want to kiss you, and sometimes I want to slap you.’ I began to realize that she’d had more to drink than I had. I thought I had better humour her.
‘Well you can do what you want in your own home. Or your parent’s home to be correct.’
‘Okay, I shall do both.’ With that she swayed over to me and kissed me, and then slapped me on the cheek. It stung. Maybe she’d had quite a few.
‘I enjoyed that,’ she said with a giggle. ‘Come on, let’s have a swim.’ She dived in and I followed. She swam quickly to the other end of the pool- it was not too long. I arrived just behind her and she turned to me. She smiled at me and slapped me on the face again. ‘You’re a bastard!’ she said and kissed me fiercely before I could complain. ‘Come on,’ she said, ‘I’ll race you to the other end.’ She set off swimming strongly. My pursuit was hindered by the oversized shorts which were slipping off, so I had to keep grabbing them. When I eventually reached her at the other end, she was laughing at my discomfort. The giggles reduced to a fit of hiccups before she spoke.
‘Those are not going to stay on, hic, so you might as well take them off. Come here.’
Obediently I moved towards her, and she reached over to pull the shorts down my thighs.
‘Hullo,’ she said, viewing my cock. I stepped out of the shorts, and she flung them onto the side.
‘That’s better,’ she said and kissed me again. I put my arms round her and kissed her some more. ‘What, no slap?’ I inquired with a smile.
‘Depends on how you behave.’ She rubbed herself against me and my cock responded. ‘You have to promise to do what I say.’ ‘What if I enjoy being slapped?’ I groaned. She was having quite an effect on me. I would probably agree to anything. ‘Knowing you, you might enjoy it. But I want you to promise.’
‘Okay,’ I said, wondering what I was getting into, ‘I promise.’
‘More swimming first,’ she said with a giggle and a hiccup.
I set off swimming to the other end, expecting her to follow. There is nothing like the sensual feeling of water on your naked body! I stopped and turned round thinking she would be by my side. But she was not there. I looked out of the pool to just catch sight of her disappearing through the door. No matter, I expected she would return soon enough. I swam on my back in a leisurely manner. After ten minutes or so I began to wonder what Kate was up to. There was no sign of her. I decided to give her another few minutes before doing anything.
Eventually I got out of the pool and looked round. She was nowhere to be seen. So I looked for the swimming shorts, and there was no sign of them either. And there was no towel, and my clothes had disappeared too. I looked around for anything else which might do, but there was nothing. So there I was, damp and naked! I thought the most likely place to find both Kate and my clothes was the conservatory. So that was where I headed to, leaving wet footprints. When I got there indeed I found Kate. Beth was there too, and they were on the couch locked in an embrace. Kate had lost her bikini, and Beth was down to her knickers. Both had their eyes closed and they had not noticed my arrival. ‘Ahem!’ I said, quite modestly I thought in the circumstances. They both looked up. ‘There you are,’ said Kate with a smile. ‘Yes, here I am, damp and naked.’ ‘You promised to do as you were told. So you must stand there,’ said Kate, and Beth smiled. ‘But, I am all wet.’
‘We can sort that.’ Kate picked up a hair dryer and walked over to me. She looked even better without any clothes on. She proceeded to direct a blast of hot air at me. Beth stood and watched touching her breasts absent-mindedly as Kate caressed my body with warmth from the dryer. ‘Hold your arms up.’ I raised my arms and she directed air at my armpits. ‘Now spread your legs.’ I did as I was told and was rewarded with a jet of air over my buttocks and through to my genitals. It was a turn-on, and my cock twitched into life.
‘Shall we let him stay and watch?’ said Kate. ‘Oh yes, I’m sure he’d enjoy it,’ Beth responded. She looked at me and smiled. ‘Okay Mat?’ Kate slapped me on the bum a couple of times, and my cock got stiffer.
‘I like smacking you,’ she said, ‘maybe if I’d done that more….’
Beth took her by the hand and began to kiss her on the mouth. ‘Come on,’ she said, ‘I want to get back to what we were doing.’
She led Kate to the couch and sat her down. Then she began to shower her with kisses, moving down her body. Kate’s full breasts wobbled as she seemed to quiver and squirm at Beth’s attentions. I had always been fond of her nipples and they were looking particularly beautiful, big firm and upright as Beth caressed her breasts and sucked on them. Kate ran her hand through Beth’s hair, her breathing coming in gasps, interspersed with hiccups. Beth moved her face down Kate’s body until she came to her pubic region. Then she settled between her legs with her nose in her pubic hair, and began to lick her pussy. ‘Oh Beth, how you are corrupting me!’ murmured Kate.
‘Do you want me to stop?’ said Beth looking up. ‘Oh, fuck no! Just get on with corrupting me good and proper. Don’t whatever you do, stop.’
Kate closed her eyes, and Beth winked at me. Then she returned to Kate’s pussy and clit, her tongue was quite noisy and it was clear that both of them were turned on. Kate was very aroused judging from the moaning noise she was making. In fact all three of us were very turned on. I was throbbing!
During the early years of our marriage Kate and I had had quite a good sex life. It had been moderately inventive, with occasional use of toys, and frequent use of instant whipped cream. It had been okay, before it turned sour. The marriage that is, we never left the whipped cream long enough for it to go off. But we had not tried a threesome. So I suppose this was a first, although I was being pretty much a spectator to the action. A very turned-on voyeur of my wife and sister’s lesbian coupling! There, now I was thinking of Kate as my wife, not my ex-wife. Was that significant I asked myself. One of the less satisfactory aspects of our sex life had been that Kate could take a long time coming, and sometimes didn’t manage it at all. I expect that was my fault, most of the problems were due to my inadequacies according to Kate. Well that clearly was not a problem this time. Judging from the loud whooping noises she was making Beth had made her come good and proper.
‘Wow, hic, I mean, fuck, that was in-fucking-credible!’ gasped Kate, with drunken abandon. ‘We haven’t finished,’ said Beth, reaching into her bag. ‘It’s time for Joey.’
She pulled out her strap-on dildo, and began putting it on. ‘Fantastic. I’ve got a dildo. Mine’s called Purple Ronnie. He’s purple. So yours is called Joey?’
‘Turn over’, said Beth. Obediently Kate turned so that she was on her knees with her with her stomach on the couch. She wiggled her bum at Beth, who was putting lubricant on the dildo. Beth knelt behind her and gradually inserted the artificial penis into Kate’s pussy. ‘Oh god, you’re doing it to me again!’ Beth slowly moved the dildo in and out. ‘Fuck me Beth,’ Kate was off again. With an expertise I hadn’t known she possessed gradually she increased her stroke rate. Kate was panting, and groaning, but had stopped hiccupping. I wondered inanely if sex was the cure for the hiccups. Kate’s face was buried in the cushion on the couch, but it was evident from the noises she was making that she was going to come again soon. Beth motioned for me to move closer so that she could hold my erect cock. She looked up at me and smiled mischievously as she did so. With great dexterity Beth managed to stroke my cock whilst increasing the rhythm with Kate. And it was obvious that Kate was going to come again. ‘Oh, oh, oh,’ she moaned as her climax arrived, and she juddered dramatically.
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