Something special beyond my home – 2

“Thank god for that!” I said laughing it off still a bit nervously, though Olive’s less nervous laugh made me feel easier.

“So…what are you thinking anyway?” olive asked. “I know you and Thomas have opened your home up to us for a while…”

“For however long you want to,” I said, interrupting her.

She smiled. “Thank you, I…we appreciate that. But what I mean is this. We’ve only been here one night, and already things have happened, and very likely will continue to do so if we stay. So if you’re uncomfortable with any of this, then you need to come right out and say so. And like I said, you and Thomas perhaps need to sit down and discuss it a bit more thoroughly before we get too settled in.”

“Nonsense,” I told her seriously. “I’m sure that Thomas and I will indeed have a chat, the sooner the better in fact. But I don’t see there being any real problems here, especially if she didn’t…and doesn’t have a problem with what happened last night. If she did…then obviously, I don’t think that would have actually happened. And I’m also willing to bet, the two of you have already discussed a few other possibilities as well…or am I wrong about that?”

I decided to test the waters here, see just how far off the mark I was…though I seriously doubted it. I’d managed to untie the sash on my bathrobe, and though it remained closed as I sat there, I then stood, once again making motion towards the kitchen counter as I reached for, grabbing the coffee pot. I turned to her. “Refill?”

Obviously my robe had parted. My hard stiff cock now poked out through the opening as I stood there. Olive’s eyes immediately spotted it of course as I’d expected that she would. There was a brief momentary pause, and I once again found myself wondering if I’d overstepped my bounds here. Finally she looked up, a smile on her face.

“Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve even seen a man’s hard, stiff cock?” she asked lustily. “Too long! But…”

“But?”

“Yeah but…Thomas told me this morning that she thought something like this might arise,” she stopped giggling at her own comment, “this morning…” she continued. “So she asked me to wait…to wait until later just in case it did. I promised her…I would.”

Having heard that, I then wondered if indeed Thomas wanted to have that much needed chat with me first before anything else did happen around here. I couldn’t blame her for that either, maybe we did, maybe she and I needed to seriously rethink everything and discuss it before things truly got out of hand.

“I understand,” I told her, though she held out her empty cup towards me. I felt a little foolish standing there with my hard dick sticking out, but I stepped over, pouring the coffee. She slid over my own half empty cup, so I refilled that one too. But as I stood doing that, I felt olive’s hand suddenly reach over grasping my hard stiff dick.

“But she also said…if anything did come up short of that…” And then suddenly I felt my sister-in-laws mouth surrounding my shaft.

I put the nearly empty coffee pot down on the table, my hands immediately coming up to hold onto the sides of my sister-in-laws head as she continued to surround my prick with her mouth, gingerly sucking it.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned audibly, pleasurably. I felt her hand now cupping my balls as well, gently kneading them as she continued to expertly suck my prick, mouthing it and teasing the head of it wickedly with her tongue.

I was surprised at the intensity of it, certainly not having expected it either as she continued working her mouth up and down the length of my prick. Within moments I felt the first telltale signs of my impending release, and warned her.

“God, olive…if you keep…”

I heard her murmur of enthusiastic continuance, her “Uh hum…uh hum,” the sudden increased bobbing of her head, her hands now adding to the delicious tickling and pleasure of my shaft. She wanted me to cum in her mouth, that much was obvious, and the fact I was only seconds away now from doing just that, allowed me to relax and simply enjoy her exquisite pleasuring.

Ironically, it was at that precise moment that both Olive and I heard the sound of my wife’s car pulling up into the driveway, followed by the sound of the garage door being opened. Olive however continued sucking me, my release only momentarily postponed as I thought how this might look, them…Lucy, my wife, walking in…me standing there with olive, Lucy’s mother, my wife’s sister, sucking my prick! It seemed weird, decadent, wicked, confusing…all of it. And yet…olive continued mouthing me even though we both knew that Thomas and Lucy would be walking into the kitchen at any moment.

“Fuck! Fuck! Here it comes! Here it comes!” I once again warned her, feeling the hot throbbing rush of release suddenly spurt from the head of my prick filling my sister-in-law’s mouth. She sucked…continued to suck, swallowing each delicious hot fiery spurt of my spunk, one after the other. It seemed like an eternity, but finally she sat back wiping her mouth, the trace of my spending still clearly in evidence,

as was my still somewhat hard prick which she held in her hand just as the back door opened and Thomas along with Lucy came into the kitchen area carrying several sacks of groceries with them when they did. Almost immediately my wife spotted her sister sitting there with me standing in front of her, still holding my rapidly softening prick.

She smiled however, as did Lucy, trying to hold back a chuckle.

“Well, I see you’re um…uh, up,” Thomas laughed, walking over and then kissing me! She looked down at my now less than fully hard cock. “Well…sort of anyway,” she then added. “I take it the two of you had a chance to discuss things?”

“Ah yeah…sort of I guess,” I said, now feeling a little embarrassed, though after everything that had happened up to this point, I really shouldn’t have been.

“Good, glad the two of you did,” my wife told me. “And…I think you and I need to sit down and talk a little later ourselves. But right now…we could use a hand with the rest of the groceries, and then…if you wouldn’t mind getting the grass mowed today, it’s getting a little long. Oh, and just one more thing…”

I just looked at her, this moment in time seemed almost surreal, though olive had removed her hand from my dick now, she still sat there licking her lips quite erotically so. A fact that wasn’t lost on either of the other two women.

“Don’t go downstairs into the den, we’ll be busy down there,” she told me. “It’s a surprise…for later.”

“Ok,” I said simply, still feeling a little confused.

“Now then…the groceries?” Once again Thomas kissed me, her tongue fencing with mine quite erotically for a moment. “Oh, and please honey…after you’ve mowed the lawn and such, make sure you take a shower…ok?”

I hurriedly helped in bringing in the last of the few remaining bags, then sprinted upstairs to dress and headed outside in order to mow the lawn. “A surprise?” I asked myself as I began mowing the grass. So far…everything that had happened around here had been a surprise to me. After everything that had happened already, I didn’t think I could find myself being any more surprised than I’d already been. Little did I know.

**

The girls had busied themselves inside the house for the better part of the day while I mowed the lawn, pulled a few weeds in the garden, and then took a break relaxing in the shade sitting in the hammock. As I did that, I watched curiously as Thomas made a few trips in and out of the house back and forth between the storage shed.

That made me more curious than ever. All we kept in there was some of our camping gear, so I couldn’t for the life of me imagine what it was she was actually up to. In time, I finally went back inside the house to take that nice long hot shower. I laughed upon seeing the sticky note taped to the mirror above the sink. It said: “Make sure you shave too!”

She didn’t need to specify what she meant either. I certainly would have shaved my face, that went without saying, but what Thomas preferred, and enjoyed me doing, was shaving my pubes off too. I had gotten into the habit of doing that whenever I showered which made it a lot easier to maintain it and keep myself smooth, which included my balls. And though I had done that the day before,

I figured it wouldn’t hurt to do it again today either. By the time I got out of the shower, not only was I squeaky clean, but I was also about as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Walking into the bedroom, there was yet again another sticky note taped to the mirror in our room. I walked over to that one.

“Wear the black silk…for me, you know how much I love seeing you in them.” She’d planted what appeared to be a lipstick kiss on the sticky just below that. I then glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it was just then five o’clock. “A little early yet for pajamas isn’t it?” I wondered.

I wasn’t about to argue however, my curiosity level was high enough as it was. If they wanted me in black silk pajama bottoms at five in the afternoon, who was I to argue? I wondered briefly if she expected me to wear the top too. Thomas had long ago adopted that half of the ensemble as her own, often wearing that to bed, so it hadn’t been in my dresser drawer for eons. Quite naturally all I found were the bottoms. I figured if she’d wanted me to likewise wear the top that went with them, she’d have taken it out of her drawer and put it in mine. Since she hadn’t, I went with that.

By the time I got down the stairs I saw the girls carrying things outside, setting up what I soon learned to be a light, easy dinner out on the patio. Unexpectedly however was the very sexy fashion in which they were dressed. My wife was in fact wearing the matching black top to my pajamas, and as she stood uncorking one of three wine bottles,

I saw the hem of it raise just enough to show that’s all in fact that she had on! Olive was similarly dressed in what appeared to be one of my long-sleeved dress shirts as was Lucy. The tails of which had been neatly pressed, thus hanging down just far enough to hide the fact that they too had nothing else on underneath them.

“My my…don’t the three of you look nice!” I said grinning appreciatively. It was indeed an interesting look. Everything was hidden, yet suggestive as hell. It was obvious that was all they had on, though I could see nothing, only a hint here and there as the three girls finished setting up for dinner.

“Thank you,” they all beamed, my wife now adding. “We didn’t want to have too much filling for dinner this evening,” she grinned, smiling at her two consorts. “We have a special evening planned for later.”