I nodded my head.
Another note, “Pull it out.” She licked her lips as I read the note.
Lauren reclined to the side her head on the arm of the couch, still behind Sandra but now in a position which allowed her to look under the table and see my cock when I released it from its bondage in my pants.
This is obscene, I thought. My fly was open, my pants and underwear pushed to my thighs and I was stroking my engorged cock. Lauren was lying back, her head on the arm of the couch allowing her to see under the table. She had one foot on the back of the couch and the other on the floor, a hand rubbing her nipples and another stroking her sex. Deliciously obscene.
This went on for at least 15 minutes, each of us slowly and casually masturbating while Sandra struggled with her calculus. Eventually Lauren began to feel guilty, or more likely on the edge of a noisy orgasm. She rose to her feet, slipped her blouse and skirt off, and stood, naked but for the string of pearls and the killer black stiletto pumps. One long finger lay alongside her lips as though deciding what to do next. She reached behind her head and released the knot that held her long dark hair letting it fall and shaking it out. Pushing her hair back so it all fell behind her back she thrust her chest out towards me. Lauren was making me so horny I wanted to jump across the table and assault her.
After a long thoughtful wait (mostly designed to tease me I thought) she stepped silently behind Sandra. She leaned forward, her long, shiny, black, hair falling over Sandra’s head and shoulders, and softly said, “Sandra that’s enough calculus. It’s time to fuck now.”
Sandra’s head popped up from her book, her eyes wide. She spun in her chair to see her naked sister-in-law standing behind her. “What?”
Then her head spun back so she was looking at me. I pushed away from the table so she could see me stroking my erect cock.
“What the fuck have you two been doing?”
“Not calculus,” Lauren said with a smirk.
Sandra looked back at me and demanded, “Have you two been masturbating? Behind my back?
“Only Lauren was behind your back. I was right in front of you.”
Lauren spoke up, “Would you care to join us? We’d love it if you would.”
“But you will have to take your clothes off first,” I added.
Sandra’s head was spinning back and forth between us, not sure whether to be pissed or anxious to join us.
“Maybe we need to smoke some weed first,” Lauren offered. “You’ve been working pretty hard on that calculus.”
“You two are perverts,” Sandra said, trying to sound pissed but unable to hide a smile.
“Yes but you knew that already,” Lauren said. “So what’s it going to be little sister. Are you going to sit there being pissed off or join us in some really excellent weed and in getting ourselves off.”
Sandra was laughing now. “You two are such perverts, she repeated. “Sure get the joint and let’s get all fucked up and then get off. That sounds much better than calculus.”
Sandra and I stripped each other’s clothes off with some delicious fondling while Lauren went to get the joint she had hidden elsewhere. She had joints hidden all over the apartment, which was good since she could never remember where she had hidden them. but if you felt the need for one it was simply a matter of looking in all the obvious hiding places a searching cop would look at. In the early 1970s Utah cops were still enforcing marijuana laws so Lauren made at least a nominal effort to keep it hidden.
The three of us sat naked on the couch with me between the two girls while we shared the marijuana. Once good and stoned we sat opposite each other and slowly stroked whatever felt good to stroke until we brought ourselves to an orgasm. I have always loved watching a woman masturbate and watching two masturbate is all the better.
Lauren lay gasping. When she recovered enough to speak she said, “You know I’m way too stoned to drive back to Salt Lake tonight. I better call my hubby. Her phone call with her husband, Ben was very upfront, “Hi lover. Are the kids in bed . . . Oh I’m sorry he was naughty, but you know he can be that way when he wants to stay up. But he’s okay now? . . . Good. Listen Hon. I’ve been helping Richard as he tutors Sandra in calculus . . . No it’s not a lost cause . . . and no it’s not a joke either. I’ve been very helpful. . . . But anyway, when we finished with the calculus we did some weed and . . . well I just don’t think I should be driving home tonight. . . . What? Richard’s big what? . . . Well yes that might have something to do with it too. . . You know Ben sometimes these two kids just need a little help. . . . Okay. You’re sweet dear . . . Now go to bed. I promise I’ll leave here early and be home in time to fix breakfast for you and the kids before school and work and suck your cock before I start cooking.”
We spent the night in bed trading partners in every way we could think of and Lauren, true to her word to Ben, left the apartment about 5:30 in the morning to go home and suck her husband’s cock and then fix breakfast for Ben and the children before he had to go to work and they to school. Sandra and I made love one more time after Lauren left and then fell asleep, barely waking up in time to make a 10:00 o’clock English Literature class.
My modeling work for Lauren had to be on Wednesdays and Thursdays since those were her regularly scheduled working days at the BYU bio-lab. She started early but was done by 3:00 p.m. My Wednesday and Thursday classes were done by 3:00 leaving the rest of both days to pose for Lauren and tutor Sandra in calculus. My real schoolwork was getting done the rest of the week. I also needed those days to recover from the amount of sex with Lauren and Sandra that was required on Wednesdays and Thursdays.
On a Thursday afternoon in mid-February I was late getting to Lauren’s studio. Walking in I found a pair of very attractive naked women; Lauren, who was frequently naked when I modeled for her (she felt she painted better if she was naked or even better naked and stoned), and Sandra, who I hadn’t expected until later in the day for her calculus tutoring.
Finding Lauren and Sandra naked wasn’t that surprising. It happened a lot. The unusual aspect was that both women were seated on simple wooden chairs and tightly bound and gagged, their hands behind the chair back and their legs spread and feet tied to the back legs of the chairs so they were trussed in an obscenely spread position.
There was also a tall male about Lauren’s age. He was handsome to a fault wearing a dark grey suit; creases in the trousers like a knife edge; shoes shined to a gleam that could put your eyes out; and dark hair so precisely trimmed it had to be one of those haircuts you had done at least once a week. He looked like a movie star, albeit one who played the part of a bad guy more often than not.
“Ah you must be Richard,” he said as he stepped forward and extended his hand. “I’ve heard a great deal about you. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Ben.”
I guess my eyes got wide because he continued, “Yes that Ben, her brother (gesturing at Sandra) and her husband (gesturing at Lauren).” His tone was sinister.
“Uhm. Hello.” I was wondering how much trouble I was in.
“I had to come down here this afternoon on business and I decided that perhaps we should meet since you have been screwing my wife and my sister regularly. Don’t worry,” he continued. “I’m not going to beat you up or pull out a gun and shoot you. We don’t do that kind of thing in our family.”
“Oh good. What do you do? I mean in your family . . . ah . . . I mean about this sort of thing?”
“Well what do you do about it in your family? After all you are good Mormons just like us.”
“Uhm . . . well . . . That’s kind of complicated.”
He laughed. “Yes it is isn’t it. Lauren and Sandra told me all about it. Before I gagged them this afternoon. Were you traumatized when you found out what pervs your parents and aunt and uncle were?”
“Well I was at first. But when I thought about it I decided it wasn’t all that different from the things Sandra had told me about her family . . . your family. Then Lauren and I talked and I decided that people just have to do what they need to do to satisfy their passions.”
He smiled, “You mean like fucking a horny, red necked, cowboy from Idaho because he has a big dick?”
“Maybe. . . .Yeah I guess. . . . Maybe.” I wasn’t doing well in this conversation.
“Actually the girls here say you are more of a math geek than a cowboy. But they agree that you have a big dick. And that you are a great fuck.”
“Math is easy,” I said. “Cows are hard, dirty, work.”
“Yeah, I suppose it is. I’ve never tried it. How about fucking other men’s women? Is that hard, dirty, work?”
“No not hard at all, but sometimes it’s dirty, especially with Lauren.” Was I going too far, I wondered?
He laughed. “Well I don’t do my sister. I do have some limits. But I agree that Lauren can be nasty sometimes. We all have our kinks. Hers can be fun. But I guess you know that.”
As he spoke he began to undress—suit coat off and lain neatly folded on a table; necktie off and wet atop the suit jacket; dress shirt off and folded alongside the jacket; suit pants off and carefully folded atop the jacket and tie; gleaming shoes off with socks tucked neatly in each shoe and set side by side in a corner next to the suit. At this point I could see that he had a huge boner beneath his boxers. Oh shit. Was this guy going to rape me, I worried?
“Now Richard. What do you think we should do with this afternoon? I only have so much time. I must get back to Salt Lake and take over from our nanny.” He laughed. “Usually on Thursdays I try to get home before the kids get back from school so I can have a quickie with our nanny. She is a great piece. Isn’t she dear?” he said looking at Lauren.
Lauren nodded rolling her eyes. I took that to mean that perhaps Lauren had sex with the nanny in addition to Ben. Apparently the job had fringe benefits, if you liked that sort of thing.
“So what shall we do with the little time I have left?” he repeated, ending my speculation about the nanny.
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