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Margaret and I have been married for nineteen years now. Both in our mid-forties, we are comfortably well-off. With two jobs and no children, we are comfortable within ourselves and comfortable with each other. We didn't realise it at the time, but that was our problem. There was no longer any drive or passion in our lives or in our relationship. Neither of us was unhappy, but nor were we really making the most of life any more.

Like most couples, our sex life had started off frantically for the first few years and then had slowly settled into a more routine pace. But in recent years it had sort of drifted away almost completely. Now it consisted of a very occasional, roll-on roll-off, missionary fuck that was performed more out of duty than passion and a more frequent, self-administered hand-job after viewing some on-line porn late at night.

It had been such a gradual process that I really didn't seem to miss it much anymore. On a business trip to Thailand a couple of years back, I had the opportunity to take a stunning young Thai girl back to my room for the night for about the cost of night at the pub back home. In fact her "Mama" was practically forcing her on me. I admit I thought about it, quite hard. But I walked away, partly from a sense of fidelity to my wife and, let's be honest, mostly through fear of a sexually transmitted disease.

I guess we should have talked about our problem and maybe sought some professional advice but we didn't. While everything else was steady, a sense of inertia settled over the sex side of our marriage and we seemed to have come to terms with it.

Margaret has a sister, Jill, four years younger than her. Jill had married around the same time as us, but had left her husband some five or so years ago. It turned out that, through some hereditary quirk, neither Margaret nor Jill could have children. Margaret and I had quite quickly come to terms with that, but Jill had tried IVF several times. The lack of success put a huge strain on her and her relationship that eventually she could not manage and they eventually split.

We had been quite close to Jill and her husband Peter through that time. But after the divorce Jill upped and moved to the other end of the country for a new start and now we rarely saw her, though she and Margaret spoke at least once a week by phone.

A couple of weeks back, during a call with Margaret, she mentioned that she was having some work done on her house and wondered if she could impose on us to come and stay for a few days. She had suffered a major water leak and the house needed to be dried out for a day or two before the redecoration was done. We hadn't seen Jill for more than a year, so Margaret immediately agreed.

Jill arrived on the Wednesday evening. Having traveled all day, she went straight to bed after exchanging the initial pleasantries. We were both at work on the Thursday so Jill was able to sleep in and spend the day on her own at the house.

Margaret and I arrived back from work around the same time, just after seven pm to find the table laid, a dinner in the oven and two opened bottles of wine on the table.

"I couldn't remember if you liked white or red" explained Jill.

Margaret and I showered and changed quickly and we all sat down at the table. Jill had prepared a huge roast beef dinner with masses of vegetables and, my favourite, Yorkshire pudding. Both bottles of wine were swiftly consumed and two new reds opened in their place.

A cheese board, with an excellent selection, followed the dinner. I poured the girls a large port each and a good shot of single malt whiskey for myself to go with the cheese.

By the time we had finished it was past ten thirty. We were all feeling pretty full and just a little tipsy from the drink. We sat on the sofas and talked for a bit until Margaret got up and said she was ready for bed. I was a little surprised as she had arranged to take the Friday off work to spend some time with Jill. I was the one who had to work in the morning. Nevertheless, she went upstairs, leaving Jill and I chatting in the lounge.

We exchanged news of what had been happening in our lives in the last few months and then Jill asked me if I had been in touch with Peter recently. I said that I hadn't seen him for over two years.

"But you two used to be quite close," she said.

It was true that we had spent quite a bit of time together through their problems and the divorce but Peter had changed a lot over that time and I hadn't liked the changes I saw, particularly when he had been drinking too much, which had become a more and more frequent occurrence. Eventually we had simply stopped contacting each other.

Jill wanted to know more and I explained that the main issue was the way he would talk about her when he was drinking. He was really quite bitter about the relationship and its breakdown, but he bottled it all up until he had a drink or two, which he usually did when we met. I had never taken sides in their disputes and wasn't going to start.

"So what would he say about me?" asked Jill.

"It was usually just stuff about you not being able to have children," I replied, not really wanting to take this conversation any further.

"Oh!" Jill exclaimed and I could still see the hurt in her eyes.

Without thinking, and in a stupid attempt to lighten the mood, I said "Yes he could never understand how a girl who loved sex so much couldn't get pregnant."

Jill's eyes shot up and she gasped. I realised I had stepped way out of line. Peter had often told me how much Jill liked sex and how good she was at it. In fact he hardly ever stopped talking about it and went into far too much detail. He swore it was the sex that he missed most of all after the break-up.

"You two talked about him having sex with me?" asked Jill.

I apologised but confirmed that was the case. I was now feeling very awkward and looking for a way to get away and join Margaret in bed. But Jill was seemingly not going to let that happen.

"So what exactly did he tell you?" she asked.

I tried to avoid answering, but Jill was insistent. So I told her how Peter would talk about how wild she was in bed, what her favourite positions were, what toys she had in the drawer under her bed and, in particular, how good her oral skill were. "He told me you were the blowjob queen" I said.

I looked at Jill's face. She looked somewhat embarrassed but also a little proud.

With a little too much alcohol in my bloodstream, I muttered under my breath "What a shame you must have got your sister's sex-drive too."

Jill heard that and was shocked. She said that she always thought Maggie (she has always been the only person to call Margaret that) and I were fine together. I reassured her that there was no problem between us, but explained that our sex life had all but disappeared over time.

"I know how that feels," said Jill, as she turned towards me on the sofa. "If it wasn't for the toys that I still keep under my bed, I wouldn't have any sex life at all."

She smiled mischievously as she said this and my eyes automatically dropped to her chest. Jill had nice boobs. Not too large, but well-shaped. She was wearing a thin white blouse through which I could just make out the lacy pattern of her bra.

Seeing where my eyes were now focused, Jill's hand came up towards her neck and started fiddling with the top button of her blouse. I thought she was trying to tease me, but it seems she was making her mind up about something. After a few seconds she flipped it undone and her hand moved to the next one down.

"I don't suppose..." she said and her other hand dropped to my thigh about three inches from my crotch.

As I watched her flip the second button undone and her hand brushed the inside of my thigh, I felt blood rush into my penis as if flood-gates had opened. Within seconds I was just about fully stiff and could feel my dick pressing hard against the material of my pants.

Jill's hand slipped across my thigh and over the bulge in my trousers. I gasped at the touch.

"If you want to say no, just up and leave now" said Jill. "No hard feelings. But now is your chance. If you choose to stay, there's no going back." With that she gave the solid lump in my trousers a good squeeze.

Raising my eyes to hers, I could see that she was deadly serious. I knew that I should just stand up and go to bed, but something wouldn't let me. It had been months since I had last had unsatisfying sex with my wife. Now, even though she was in bed upstairs, my need for sexual gratification made me oblivious to the risk.

Without taking my eyes off Jill's face, I moved my own hands to the buttons on her blouse and undid the rest of them. Slipping the flimsy material off her shoulders, I removed the blouse. She immediately put both arms up behind her back and unclasped her lacy white bra. I took hold of the straps and gently pulled it forward, exposing her beautiful creamy breasts, crowned with two rosy pink nipples. Now there was no going back.

My hands began to wander over the soft flesh of her breasts. I caught her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and gently rolled them, watching as they puffed up.

As I did so, Jill was undoing my belt and urgently unzipping my fly. She grabbed my trousers and pants and I lifted my ass off the sofa a little so that she could pull them down my legs. My prick, now free from its constriction, sprung to attention.

Jill moved off the sofa and knelt in front of me. She pulled the trousers and pants down to my ankles, over my feet and off. Pushing my knees apart, she moved forward and lowered her face to my lap. Taking my stiff dick in one hand she gently retracted the foreskin fully and took the head into her warm mouth.

Within seconds, I realised that Peter had not been exaggerating her oral skills. Even though I had not enjoyed a blowjob for a couple of years now, this was clearly something special. She applied just the right amount of suction for my dick to feel it was engulfed in a warm silkiness. Her lips moved up and down, taking no more than an inch or two into her mouth. This was no uncontrolled deep-throating, it was a sensual delight. Her tongue was darting all around my sensitive head with quick light movements that sent shivers through my body. I already felt the urge to come building in my body. Jill stopped moving her mouth up and down and now concentrated her tongue on flicking rapidly back and forth across my frenulum. It brought me immediately to a climax and I shot my load with a grunt into her mouth.

Jill maintained the light suction while she captured all my seed and then slowly pulled her lips up and off my still rigid dick, cleaning it of every last drop of liquid. I didn't see her swallow, but she clearly did as she was able to speak.

"Wow, you needed that!" She exclaimed. I realised she was right as, embarrassingly, I had lasted no more than a minute in her mouth.

I said nervously "You're just too good at that."

Jill smiled back at me and replied "Out of practice, but it's good to know I've still got it."

"I suppose we should find something to do while I recover," I said. "Maybe I should return the favour."

"Damn right!" said Jill getting up from her knees.

She turned her skirt round to get at the zip, undid it and slipped the skirt down her legs to the floor. Stepping out of her shoes, she was now standing in front of me, naked except for her small white panties. I ran my eyes up and down, admiring her body. While her boobs are clearly her best asset, Jill has a trim waist and a fairly flat tummy. Her legs are not that long, but they are quite shapely. As my exploring eyes traveled up her legs to her crotch, I noticed that there was a small patch of damp beginning to form on the white cotton of her panties.

I reached forward and slowly pulled the panties down from her hips to her lower thighs, revealing her pussy. Jill was shaved, except for a small triangular patch of trimmed hair that pointed down to the quite prominent pussy lips below. I brushed the small patch of hair with the back of my fingers. I had not seen anything so pretty in a long time. Margaret had long since reverted to leaving her bush "au natural." I couldn't wait to get my mouth on those pussy lips.

I pushed Jill backwards into an armchair. As she lay back, I removed her panties altogether. Now she was completely naked and I pulled off my shirt to join her.

Kneeling in front of her, just as she had for me, I ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh from just above the knee to just below her pussy. As I moved upwards, she widened her legs and hung them over the arms of the chair. Like this, her pussy was fully exposed to me. Her lips were quite pink and I could see the shiny moisture forming between them.

Avoiding her pussy for now I switched my attention to the opposite thigh and ran my tongue back down to her knee. I repeated this several times, going up one thigh, across and down the other. Each time my face went across in front of her pussy I hesitated for a second or two, breathing in the musky smell of her sex.

Eventually, as my mouth hovered once again above her pussy, Jill let out a small moan of impatience, raising her hips up off the chair towards me. I lowered my face, placed my tongue at the base of her slit and wiggled it a little to separate her inner lips. Then I ran it slowly upwards towards her clit, stopping just short. In that short distance my tongue had gathered quite a bit of her sweet pussy juice. I moved back down and deposited it just below her pussy. As it ran down to her anus I caught it and with the tip of my tongue spread it around her little pink puckered hole. I ran my tongue round and round the entrance to her back passage and Jill let out little gasps of pleasure.

Putting my hands up between her legs I held her buttocks in my palms and pulled her cheeks apart with my thumbs. I tensed my tongue and pushed it into her tight little asshole. I moved it in and out a few times, gently tongue-fucking her ass. As I did this, her own hand dropped down and found her slit. She began sliding her fingers up and down her pussy, spreading her wetness all over her puffy mound and lips.

I moved up from her ass and began nibbling at her labia. Holding one between my lips I stretched it out, exposing the inside of her pussy and its inviting hole. I slipped a finger into her cunt and began to massage. Her juices were really flowing now and it felt so slick in there. Before long, I had a second finger sliding in and out.

Jill was starting to breathe much heavier now. I continued the rhythm of two fingers moving in and out and rubbing the top wall of her pussy while I moved my lips up to her clit. Pushing the hood back with my lips I started to flick across her little button with the tip of my tongue. Jill put her hands on the back of my head and stared to press my face harder into her pussy.

I clamped my lips around her clit and sucked, quite hard. The little nub came into my mouth and I continued to lick away at it. Many women are much too sensitive around the clit to allow this, but I knew from Pete's drunken conversations that Jill loved it.

As soon as I started, she began to let out little cries of pleasure. The more she cried out the harder I went at it. Without realising we were soon making enough noise to wake the street. Suddenly Jill's orgasm washed over her. She began to pant heavily like a dog after a long run. Her legs came off the arms of the chair and clamped around my ears. Jill let out one last cry and then her pussy started to convulse like mad around my chin.

As the intensity of her orgasm subsided and she released the pressure of her legs, I raised my face from Jill's pussy and immediately saw Margaret standing in the doorway in her short nightie. I froze and we stared at each other for what seemed an age.

I had Jill's love juice dripping from my chin and she was still sprawled across the chair with her eyes closed. They sprang open, however as Margaret said "Well you two seem to be having fun." Then she announced clearly "I'm going back to bed."

She spun on her heels and started down to hallway, leaving Jill and I frozen like two naked statues. As she got to the stairs, she looked back over her shoulder and said "Well come on then you two!"

Not knowing what to expect, Jill and I stared at each other, then meekly stood and padded out of the lounge to follow her. Neither of us thought to pick up our clothes.

I went first with Jill following behind. As I got to our bedroom I pushed the door open to be greeted by an amazing sight. Margaret had thrown her nightie on the floor and was now on all fours on the bed with her backside in the air towards us. She looked at me over her shoulder and said "My turn, I think. Unless you're not interested in fucking your wife!"

With this sudden change in her attitude it crossed my mind that she might have suspected something would happen if she left Jill and I alone together or perhaps the two of them set this up, though they later swore they didn't.

But I didn't have time to worry about that then. I took a step or two into the room, while Jill turned to make her way to the guest bedroom. But Margaret called out to her saying, "You too Jill. You started this so you'd damn well better stay to finish it."

I moved forward to the bed and stroked Margaret's inviting ass. I couldn't remember the last time I had actually seen her completely naked, never mind in such a compromising position. I ran my hand between her cheeks and down to her hairy pussy and was stunned to find it was dripping.

"How long were you at the door?" I asked.

"Plenty long enough!" was all she would say.

By now my dick was fully recovered from its previous exertions and the shock of being discovered and was standing proud once again. Jill was still hanging back so I motioned to her that she should get on the bed too.

She did so, but instead of presenting me her ass also, as I had wanted and expected, she rolled onto her back and somehow squirmed her way underneath Margaret so they were in a sixty-nine position. On reflection, this was even better. Two sisters ready to eat each other's pussy. It was the sort of thing I was used to wanking off to. Now it was happening right here in front of me.

I moved close to the bed and was in the ideal position to slide my prick into Margaret's sopping wet snatch. I placed the head at the entrance and then pressed forward slowly, until I was balls-deep in my wife's pussy.

As I was savouring the feeling of taking my wife doggy-style, which I had not had enjoyed for a very long time, I felt Jill suck one of my balls into her mouth and roll it around. This made my cock grow even harder and Margaret moaned as she felt it expand deep inside her.

Slowly I pulled back, easing my cock out until the head just started to pop free. Jill released my ball from her mouth and I could now feel her tongue dancing its way along my shaft, tickling at my head until I started to push it back into my wife's hungry gash.

Then I heard Margaret gasp as Jill's attention moved to my wife's pussy. We continued like that for a few minutes with me very slowly penetrating and withdrawing and Jill delighting both my cock and my wife's pussy alternately with her tongue. Meanwhile I could see that Margaret had buried her face into her sister's pussy and was lapping away.

As I started to increase the pace of my thrusts, Jill began to focus all her attention on Margaret's clit, bringing her closer and closer to an inevitable climax.

Margaret's moans and cries became louder and more frequent. I increased my intensity, until soon I had to hold her ass in place with my hands while I pounded at her pussy. Jill was hard at work too with her fingers and tongue and before long Margaret screamed out as she experienced a huge orgasm, possibly her first real one for some years.

felt her pussy clench tightly around my prick as she climaxed. Looking down I saw her anus begin convulsing. It was an amazing sight, opening and closing as if gasping for air. Anal sex was something my wife had never wanted to try in all our years together. At that moment I promised myself that I would avail myself of that pleasure before too long.

Withdrawing from my wife's dripping cunt, I was still as solid as a rock and was ready to come.p again. I moved to the other end of the bed where Margaret still had her face clamped to Jill's pussy. I climbed onto the bed and knelt between Jill's spread-eagled legs. Margaret lifted her head up and took the purple head of my swollen dick into her mouth. I started to slide it in and out, but Margaret pulled her head away. She sat up straight and with her hand pushed my dick down so that it was pointing straight at Jill's pussy.

I looked at Margaret and she smiled and nodded her permission. I took one of the pillows and, lifting Jill a little, I slipped it under her bottom. Edging forward I nudged my cock up against the hairless entrance to her pussy. Margaret watched intently as the full length of my dick slid easily all the way in and I began to fuck her sister.

I was still kneeling upright and really enjoying the sight of my well-lubricated cock sliding in and out of this beautiful bare pussy. Looking at Margaret's face, she seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as me. Then I realised that she was still sitting astride Jill's head and Jill was lapping away at her sister's pussy like a thirsty cat while getting fucked by her brother-in-law.

After a while Margaret reached down and started to massage Jill's tits and nipples, squeezing them hard each time that Jill's tongue tickled her most sensitive parts. Then she reached forward with one hand and started to stroke Jill's pussy, sliding two fingers up and down either side of her clit as I increased the pace of our fucking. This started Jill on the road to her climax and we could hear the muffled moans coming from her mouth which was still pressed up hard against my wife's mound.

As Jill approached her climax, Margaret hooked her hands under Jill's knees and pulled her legs up into the air and towards her. That allowed me much better access so I could lean forward and thrust much harder and deeper into Jill's hot cunt.

It tipped Jill over the edge and she came with a whole-body shudder and more muffled cries into Margaret's hairy fanny. The contraction of her pussy through the orgasm gripped and released my dick about six times in a row. I felt the sudden urge building up and pulled out of Jill's pussy just in time to send four big spurts of creamy spunk up and over her stomach and tits.

Margaret immediately bent down and licked up all my come off of Jill's tummy and tits, finishing by sucking one of the plump nipples into her mouth and holding it for several seconds before releasing it with a plop.

"Thanks Sis!" she said, grinning. "I don't know how or why that all came about, but I'm glad it did."

Jill propped herself up on one elbow and said "Just promise me one thing, Maggie." Then, picking a dark hair from the corner of her mouth, she added "Promise me you'll shave that thing before next time!"

Great! There's going to be a next time, I thought.Friday morning came and I was up before the girls as I had to go to work. Margaret had taken the day off in order to spend some time with her sister. I left the house with them still both fast asleep in bed.

Fortunately it was a quiet day in the office as I found it hard to concentrate on work. The events of last night were still spinning around in my head. I could hardly believe the change that had suddenly come over my wife and what had happened between us and her sister Jill. Was it really Margaret catching Jill and I in the act that had prompted her complete change of attitude or was there a plan hatched up between the sisters? If that was the case, who had come up with the idea? If it was Margaret, it suggested to me that she was as unhappy with our existing sex life as I was. Perhaps the fault lay more with me than her. So many questions and so few answers.

The day seemed to drag on for ever and I was desperately keen to get home, but I had a late meeting starting at five that afternoon, so I had to stay. I honestly couldn't tell you a thing that was said in that meeting, but it went on for ages and it was past eight p.m. by the time it finished and I had made my way back home. My stomach was rumbling throughout the drive home. I hadn't eaten since grabbing a sandwich at mid-day, but food was the last thing on my mind.

Turning my key in the lock, I'm sure I half expected to open the door and find a wild bacchanalian orgy taking place in my front room. But, of course, there was nothing. Everything was quiet, in fact too quiet. There seemed to be no-one home.

I walked through the hallway and called out to Margaret, "Hey, anyone home."

"Upstairs, Honey!" she called back, her voice coming from upstairs, seemingly from our bedroom.

I made my way up the stairs and walked into our bedroom. Margaret was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. She looked fabulous in what was clearly a new lingerie set, since I knew she owned no sexy underwear at all yesterday.

It was a red silk set trimmed with a little bit of black lace. The bra was thin material showing the natural shape of her breasts and her nipples were making two clear bumps in the delicate material. The knickers were also red with black trim. They were the cami-knicker type rather than brief panties, the type that are just tight enough to mould and cling to the buttocks but just loose enough to give a sexy shimmer when you walk.

But it wasn't just the underwear that took my breath away. Margaret had clearly spent all day getting a makeover. Her hair now had a distinct reddish tinge to its usual brown colour. The usually shapeless mop had been trimmed and carefully styled. Her makeup had been professionally done. Her skin looked clear and perfectly smooth. She had just a little colour to her lips, making them fuller and well-defined and something had been done to make her eyes look much larger and brighter than I ever remembered. She looked quite stunning and extremely sexy.

For a moment, I was speechless. I just stood and stared in amazement. Eventually I was able to form a few words. "Wow, Honey! You look absolutely beautiful" I said.

Margaret stood and walked towards me. She put a finger to my lips to suggest I should stop talking. I went to take her in my arms, but she fended me off and indicated I should stand still. She took off my jacket and dropped it on a nearby chair. Pulling off my tie, she unbuttoned my shirt and both items were deposited on top of the jacket.

Next she undid my belt and pulled it out through the loops on my trousers. Dropping to her knees, she undid my shoelaces and had me step out of my shoes and socks.

Turning me around and pushing me backwards until I was standing in front of the bed the bed, she undid my trousers and, as she made me sit in the spot she had been occupying, she pulled down both my trousers and underpants. Once seated, I raised my legs so that she could remove both items completely.

Now that I was naked, she pushed me back until I was lying on my back in the middle of our king-size bed. Climbing onto the bed, she positioned herself at my side, kneeling near my hip and facing across me toward the door.

"I hope you won't mind if Jill joins us," she said and, without waiting for a reply, called out to her sister to come into the room.

The door opened and Jill walked in. She was wearing the exact same underwear as Margaret, except that the colours were reversed. Jill's set was black silk with a little red trim. She must have also had a similar makeover as she was coiffured and made-up, looking every bit as beautiful as Margaret.

Jill walked slowly to the bed, her eyes never once leaving Margaret's. She was totally focused on her sister and seemed to be ignoring me completely. She climbed onto the bed and knelt by my other hip, directly facing Margaret. Each of them reached out to put one hand to her sister's cheek and stroked it gently before each then pulled the other's face towards them. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, at first just lightly brushing against each other, but slowly increasing in intensity.

I just lay there, enjoying the scenario that was playing out above me. They kissed for several minutes, in silence, their eyes closed. I caught the occasional glimpse of a tongue snaking from one mouth to another. It was such a turn-on being a spectator while the two sisters were kissing like true lovers. I felt my dick slowly beginning to swell and rise until it was pointing straight up at them.

They eventually broke the kiss and moved back upright. Margaret reached out and slid the two bra straps down off Jill's shoulders. Jill reached behind her, unclasped the bra and dropped it down over her arms. She did have marvelous breasts - medium size, maybe a C cup, with a perky, slightly rounded shape. I knew from previous experience how soft they were to the touch. Her nipples were also soft, rounded and rosy-pink.

As Jill dropped her bra to the floor behind her, Margaret lifted her hands and started to stroke those beautiful fleshy mounds, gently moulding them in her palms, She ran her fingers over Jill's nipples and I saw them immediately start to harden.

Leaning forward, Margaret took one of Jill's nipples between her lips and nibbled at it. She planted her lips around it and softly sucked, stretching it out as she pulled her head slowly back before releasing it. Then she moved to the other breast and repeated the action. Jill leaned her head back and sighed with pleasure. Her nipples were now fully engorged and almost twice their usual size - two bright pink discs with firm, rubbery teats jutting out.

Now Margaret reached behind her back to unfasten and remove her own bra. Her boobs are slightly smaller than Jill's but no less attractive. They are less rounded, with a flatter slope to the upper side. Her brown nipples are smaller and tend to point a little upwards. After several minutes attention from Jill's lips and tongue they too were standing proud and aiming firmly skywards.

The girls probably spent ten or fifteen minutes lavishing attention on each other's tits. I lay there silently, mesmerised by the display they were putting on. My prick was by now standing rigid and pulsing, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the two girls, who now shifted their attention to me. They moved themselves backwards a little so that they could both lean down and get their mouths around my stiff shaft.

I was in heaven, lying back watching as the two sisters serviced my dick, with their lips and tongues slipping around and over my head and shaft. The girls would occasionally abandon me for a moment while they exchanged a wet kiss, pressing their lips together and intertwining their tongues for a moment before returning their attention to my ram-rod straight cock.

The mixture of the girls' saliva and the pre-cum I was leaking soon meant my dick was very wet and slippery. Jill got up and removed her knickers, while Margaret was still running her tongue up and down my shaft and massaging my balls with one hand.

Now naked, Jill positioned herself over me and slowly started to lower herself down onto me. I glanced at Margaret. I don't know why, given all that had happened, but I still sought her express permission. Margaret smiled and quietly said "It's OK." Then, as confirmation, she took hold of my shaft and aimed it straight at Jill's pussy hole.

Jill impaled herself on me and slipped easily all the way down to the base of my shaft. She started to rock slowly back and forth, forcing my dick to press up against the front and back walls of her pussy, and grinding her swollen clit into my pubic area.

Now Margaret removed her knickers and moved herself to sit astride me, facing Jill. As she took her position with a knee each side of my face I realised that her pussy was now completely bare. The hairy growler of yesterday was now perfectly smooth and shiny pink. Margaret's inner lips were not extended and obvious like Jill's, they were small and discreet, mainly hidden within her pink and puffy slit. Now shaved of every last hair her pussy had the young look of a teenager. I couldn't wait to bury my face between her legs and get to work on it with my tongue.

Margaret kept her knees as far apart as possible and pushed her hips forward. I raised my head a little and pulled a pillow in behind my neck for some support. As that naked pussy approached my face, I extended my tongue and drove it between her puffy lips straight into her hot little hole. I pushed it in just as far as it would go and started moving it around as much as I could. Her snatch was hot and already very wet inside. I tried to remember the last time I had actually tasted her love juices, it had been a few years since I had gone down on her. I briefly wondered whose fault that was.

Pulling my tongue out of her hole, I ran it down her slit until I landed on her clit. Clamping my lips around her small nub, I sucked it into my mouth and flicked my tongue from side to side across it. I knew Jill had loved me doing this yesterday, but Margaret was far too sensitive for it. She yelped and pulled back a little forcing me to release her little button. "Take it easy, lover" she exclaimed before bringing her sweet and hot pussy back within range of my mouth.

Realising my error, I tried again. This time I ran my tongue round and around the top of her lips and the hood of her clit, avoiding direct contact with her super-sensitive bud as much as possible. Occasionally I would drop down and lap around the entrance to her hot little hole, then make my way back up again. This was working much better and my face was becoming soaked by the juices that were seeping out of her gash. "Oh yes!" Margaret gasped, "That's it, keep going. Just like that!"

In the meantime, Jill was still rocking herself back and forth on my fully erect prick. She clearly knew what she was doing as I soon felt the muscles in her vagina clench hard as she brought herself to a climax.

After a minute or two she climbed off me and flopped down on her back by my side, watching closely as my tongue delved into and around Margaret's newly naked cunt.

Before long Margaret was moaning and pushing her pussy really hard into my face. I had my tongue extended downwards, flat against her slit and my nose pressed up against her clitoral area. She was grinding her hips around as if trying to scratch an internal itch. I could hardly breathe, so it came as some relief when she exploded into a huge orgasm, with a cry of "Oh Jesus. Oh Fuuuuuuck!"

Margaret never, ever swore, so I realised she must have been totally out of control. The orgasm squeezed another load of juice out of her pussy and it was running in rivers down her thighs and my chin.

Seeing Jill lying on her back next to me on the bed, Margaret climbed off me and moved herself between her sister's legs. Taking Jill's labia between her thumbs and forefingers, she pulled them apart to expose the inside of Jill's pussy and dived into it with her tongue. Jill had only just climaxed from riding my cock and Margaret was lapping at her wet hole like a cat at a bowl of cream. I leaned over to kiss Jill, who responded by licking Margaret's love juices off my face.

Margaret was on all fours towards the end of the bed with her head buried in Jill's pussy. I could see her ass was sticking up in the air. I was still fully erect, not having been brought to orgasm by Jill riding me, and my balls were telling me they were in need of some relief.

I stood up and went to the end of the bed, from where Margaret's ass was perfectly accessible. Between her thighs I could see her pussy, nice and puffy from the attention it had been getting. Her slit was open a little and I could just glimpse the entrance to her pussy hole. Then above that, hiding between the cheeks of her buttocks was the object of my current desire, the puckered little starfish of her anus. Anal sex had never been on the agenda for me with Margaret, not even in our early years, and so it had become quite a fantasy of mine.

Margaret's pussy and ass-crack was covered in the juices that had run down between her cheeks prior to and during her orgasm. I planted my feet quite wide on the floor and bent at the knees so that I was well aligned with her ass and slipped my still rock hard prick straight into her pussy.

Her tunnel was slick and wet from her recent orgasm and my dick was still covered in Jill's wetness, so it slid in so easily I could hardly feel anything. Margaret hummed a note of contentment, still lapping away at Jill's pussy as I filled her completely and started to thrust.

After a few forays into the depths of Margaret's pussy, I withdrew my prick, took a new aim at a slightly higher target and plunged forward again. I held Margaret's hips with my hands and, as the bulbous head of my straining prick bumped up against the tight little entrance that was her anus, I pulled her back to meet my forward thrust.

The heavy lubrication that had been provided to both her ass and my dick by the girls' previous climaxes ensured that the head of my prick popped past her sphincter and buried itself an inch or two into her ass.

Margaret was taken totally by surprise by my move and let out a sharp cry of pain and shock as I entered. Her head jumped up from Jill's pussy and I saw a questioning look cross Jill's face. I smiled and Jill, now realising what was happening, put her hands on Margaret's head and gently guided it back down into her pussy.

I made no further move, waiting to see what Margaret's reaction would be. After a few seconds her head started to bob up and down and I realised she had gone back to work on Jill. Then a few seconds later I felt an almost imperceptible backwards pressure and, sure enough, Margaret started to ease her ass back and forth, slowly inching herself onto my stiff cock. It took a few minutes, but eventually I was standing with my dick buried deep in my wife's ass and my balls hanging against her pussy.

"Sorry Baby, but I've dreamt of getting my dick In this ass for so long," I said, adding "I really thought my chance had gone. Now it's going to get a good fucking." As I said this I saw Margaret's hands grab hold of the sheet and grip tight, bracing herself.

I, ever so slowly, started to pull back until I saw Margaret's anus start to widen as the head of my dick began to exit, then equally slowly I plunged it back in again until it was fully sheathed. The feeling as I was doing this was wonderful. The tightness of her sphincter gripping my shaft, combined with the silky soft smoothness of the walls of her back passage pressing against the full length of my cock was just wonderful.

Margaret told me later that once she got over the initial shock and the temporary discomfort, it gave her an amazing sense of fullness that she had never experienced before. I was also delighted to hear that she was definitely in favour of repeating the experience in the future, though with a little more warning next time!

Margaret's lapping away at Jill's pussy eventually produced another noisy orgasm for Jill and Margaret was then free to concentrate on what we were doing. I continued the slow withdrawal and re-entry for a while and then gradually started to increase the pace.

I knew that once I was up to full speed, the tightness around my shaft and the warm softness enveloping the head would soon have me emptying my balls. Margaret must have sensed that too. As I started to accelerate, she reached back under herself with her right hand and started frigging herself with her fingers to accelerate her own climax. I could see her pushing two fingers deep into her pussy while rubbing her thumb and palm into the area around her clitoris.

This was quickly bringing her to a peak, so I knew that I didn't need to hold back. I tightened my grip on her hips and started fucking her ass hard and fast. Once or twice the head of my cock popped past her sphincter and out of her ass altogether. I lost no time in just pushing it straight back in and driving as deep as I could.

As I expected, my dick soon began the tell-tale twitching that was the pre-cursor to an explosion. On my next drive, I pulled back hard on Margaret's hips, pushed myself as far forward as possible and held the position as my hips jerked and four, five, six spurts of spunk shot out of my cock deep into her ass.

Margaret had her face buried in the bed and was thrusting her fingers wildly in and out of her snatch until, a few seconds later, she clamped her thighs together and came herself with two fingers still buried deep in her pussy. The huge muscle squeeze that came with her orgasm was so strong that it forced my, now slightly softening cock almost all the way out of her ass.

I pulled it out the last couple of inches and watched in wonder at the open, black hole of her ass diminishing as her sphincter slowly recovered and closed like a camera shutter in slow motion.

Once it was fully closed, I bent down and planted a kiss on Margaret's ass. "Girls, that was fucking amazing," I said as Margaret rolled onto her side to lie down next to Jill. Both girls looked exhausted.

I went off to the bathroom for a quick shower. By the time I got back to the bedroom, Margaret and Jill were curled up with arms around each other, fast asleep. Luckily we have a king-size bed, so I covered them with a sheet and climbed in beside them. I was asleep myself before I knew it.

t was Saturday morning and I was gently woken from my slumber by the pleasurable feeling of a warm mouth engulfing the head of my fully erect dick.

My wife, Margaret, was beside me but lying top to tail, gently slurping at my rigid member. This most unusual occurrence was the result of a complete change in her attitude to sex, brought about by the visit of my sister-in-law, Jill. The younger sister, at 39, Jill's much more uninhibited approach to sex had led to two amazing nights of action for the three of us and I was delighted that she would be around for another couple of days yet.

Any lingering thoughts that Margaret's behaviour change was purely linked to Jill's participation in our sessions were banished from my mind by the unexpected blow-job now being administered. This was indeed a new Margaret and I was loving it.

Thinking of Jill, I looked around for her, but she must have woken in the night and gone back to her own bed in the spare room.

"Good morning sleepy-head," Margaret said, lifting her head from the task at hand. "I woke up to find this issue had arisen in your sleep, so I thought I'd better take care of it for you."

With that she ran her soft tongue up from the base of my shaft to the top and around my bell-end.

I smiled and told her that I must have been dreaming about her and our rejuvenated sex-life. Margaret laughed and said she too couldn't believe the change that had come over us so suddenly.

I took the opportunity to try and find out what had really happened that first night. "So tell me, how much did you know about what was going to happen Friday night when you went to bed early?" I asked.

"Oh, I knew something was going to happen, but Jill was in charge and wouldn't tell me any of the detail" Margaret replied. "I had been talking to her for months about the problems we were having and that we hardly had sex at all any more. When she asked if she could come to stay for a few days, she said she had a plan to kick-start our sex-life but that I had to trust her. I agreed to give her free rein to try anything and she told me to leave the two of you alone early on, then come back downstairs after an hour or so and just go with the flow."

Margaret's explanation was coming in short bursts of speech, interspersed with slurping sounds as she popped my dick back into her mouth every few seconds, sucking and licking at the swollen head. She had a firm hold of my cock and while she talked she was sliding her hand up and down the shaft. My attention was being split between listening to what she was telling me and enjoying the feeling of the orgasm that was building in my balls.

"I admit I was stunned for a moment when I came in to find you with your face buried in her pussy" Margaret continued. "I couldn't remember the last time you actually went down on me! But it made me feel so horny, I just had to be fucked and fucked hard straight away. God, it felt so good to feel my pussy filled and to have a proper cock-induced orgasm again. You have no idea how I had longed for you to give me a good fucking. I thought you had lost all interest in me."

As she said this, my urge to come became irresistible. As Margaret's lips surrounded my bell-end again I ejaculated, the semen spurting from the end of my cock like a fountain. Margaret took the full load in her mouth, swirling it around before swallowing it, then licking any remains from the head of my penis.

Of course, she was right. Our dead sex-life was as much my fault as hers. We were each just blaming it on the other instead of actually doing something about it. That was until Jill got involved.

Now I was feeling a little torn, learning that Jill had planned and orchestrated the action so far. I was truly grateful that Margaret and I had got our sex life back on track, in fact more than that, totally re-energised but also a little miffed about being so easily manipulated. I told Margaret we must find some way to thank Jill for the spark she had managed to put back into our relationship, while in the back of my mind I also wanted us to regain some measure of control over the situation.

Margaret readily agreed and suggested we should arrange a session focused just on the things that Jill really liked as a thank you. That sounded good to me, so we started to toss around ideas as to what that might be.

"Well she loves you eating her out" I said, but that on its own didn't seem exciting or imaginative enough.

"She loves being fucked doggy style... and we know she likes to play with toys" Margaret mused, without any real enthusiasm.

Then a thought occurred to me. "Oh! Hold on" I said. "She likes a bit of spanking. Pete once told me that really used to get her going. How about that?"

Margaret's eyes shot up at me. "Spanking, really?" she said with a quizzical look on her face.

"Yes, why?" I asked.

Margaret hesitated for a while, seemingly mulling over whether she was ready to break a confidence or maybe let out a secret. Then she told me about an incident that happened when they were young.

"We had been quite close as sisters for many years growing up, but Jill reached an awkward age and really became quite annoying. She would always be borrowing my things without asking, using my make-up, messing up my room. They seem small things now, but it used to drive me mad at the time. Although younger than me, she was always bigger round the bust and liked to wear my clothes because they emphasised her tits.

Anyway, it was summer and I had gone out and spent all my savings buying myself a new designer dress to wear. It was white, except for a bit of pink floral trim around the neck and sleeves. It was lovely and cost me a bloody fortune.

Jill's eighteenth birthday had been earlier in the week and I came home from college one day to find her flouncing around in my room wearing my new dress. I was furious and shouted at her to give it back and stop treating my things like they were hers. She started screaming about it not being fair that I had stuff when she didn't. She was going out with friends to celebrate her birthday and was going to wear my dress.

I said there was no way she was getting it so, in a real temper, she grabbed the dress and pulled it roughly off over her head. I heard one of the seams rip as the stitching came apart and she threw my lovely dress onto the floor between us and stood there in just her bra and panties staring defiantly at me.

I was absolutely furious that she'd torn my dress. I grabbed her by the arms, spun her round and threw her onto the bed. She landed face down with her body on the bed, but with her legs over the edge.

Before she could react I had pressed one hand into the small of her back to pin her down and with the other hand I slapped her really hard on the backside. She screamed out as my hand landed on her ass cheek, that was only half covered by her panties. It wasn't a playful smack, I really hit her hard. I remember how loud the sound was.

I had really lost it and I smacked her again and again, hitting both buttocks and the tops of her thighs, time after time until the whole of her bottom was bright red. Even then, I didn't stop, although I did slow down and gradually eased off on how hard I was hitting her.

After a few minutes, I noticed that Jill had stopped crying out and was now sort of whimpering. I thought she was crying and I was starting to feel a bit sorry for losing control and doing what I had done. I stopped smacking her altogether and started to stroke the bright red flesh of her buttocks.

That's when I noticed that her panties had become soaking wet around the crotch. I though perhaps the pain had caused her to wee herself a little bit, but that wasn't it.

She pushed herself up off the bed and ran out of the room. I sat for a moment and then followed her to her bedroom. I looked in and she was in her bed with the covers pulled right up to her neck. She just shouted at me to go away, only not so politely, so I left her to it.

Thinking about it, I realised later that she had actually had an orgasm while I had been smacking her. She never said anything more about it. But she did stop using my things from then on."

All the time she had been telling her story, Margaret had my dick in her fist and was absent mindedly moving it up and down. This action, plus the thought of her young sister getting her pretty little ass spanked till she came, had brought me back to a full erection and, almost without warning, gobbets of spunk flew into the air, landing across Margaret's face and shoulders.

Realising what she had unintentionally done, Margaret scooped up as much of it as she could with her fingers and popped them into her mouth to suck them clean. Then she jumped up and set off to the bathroom to finish cleaning herself up.

I told myself that a spanking session for Jill was definitely on the cards for tonight. One that she would not forget in a hurry.

After a leisurely morning at the house and a bite of lunch, Margaret and Jill set off to get the train into London to do some sight-seeing. I told them I had some things to do around the house, that they should get a meal in town and I would see them in the evening. I had some shopping and preparation to do.

It was nearly ten pm when Margaret and Jill arrived back home. Margaret went straight upstairs to shower and I welcomed Jill back with a glass of chilled white wine. She told me about their day, while she waited for her turn in the bathroom. I couldn't tell her what I had been doing without spoiling the surprise.

As soon as Jill was in the shower I quickly outlined the plan for the evening to Margaret and then headed upstairs. I stopped off at out bedroom to quickly undress and put on a dressing gown. Then I took some items I had prepared from our room, put them in Jill's bedroom and made my way to the bathroom.

I could hear the shower running and tried the door. It was locked, but it was one of those locks you could open from the outside using a coin in a slot. I had come prepared, so I unlocked the door and slipped quietly inside.

Our shower door is clear glass with a frosted band running round it about halfway up. Jill was standing with her back to me. She was wearing a shower cap to keep her hair dry, but the water was on full power and was cascading down her body. Below the frosted band in the door, I could see the small of her back and her shapely ass.

There was a chair in the bathroom and on it were a large fluffy, white bath towel and a pretty, but fairly flimsy, nightdress. It was a lilac colour, made of a thin shiny material that shimmered slightly in the light as I picked it and the towel up.

I moved the chair a little in order to be directly in front of the shower door and sat down with the towel and nightdress on my lap to enjoy the show.

With the water still running fast, Jill heard and saw nothing. In fact she was now standing with her legs set apart and bending at the waist. I realised that she was running a razor over and around her pussy, making sure that it was perfectly smooth. With a final rinse, Jill turned off the water, opened the door and stepped out of the shower. She jumped a little seeing me sitting in the chair, with a big grin on my face.

I stood and, placing her nightdress back on the chair, unfolded the towel and wrapped it around her. "You look amazing," I said. "Let me help you dry."

I patted the towel all over her body to remove most of the moisture, then took it off her and stepped back a little to admire her body. Jill reached up to remove the shower cap and shook her head to allow her hair to fall back into place.

I slowly moved around her, savouring the view from various angles. I used the towel to gently stroke her body where I thought her skin could still be damp, paying special attention to the underneath of her breasts, the area between her thighs and the crack of her bum cheeks.

Once she was fully dry, I picked up her nightdress and positioned it in front of her so she could put her arms into it. Then as she lifted her arms, I placed it over her head and allowed it to drop over her naked body. It only reached down just above her knees. The delicate material clung to the contours of her breasts, her nipples creating two prominent little peaks. I took a step back and repeated how amazing she looked.

"Thanks for showing your appreciation" she purred, looking down at the head of my prick that was jutting out horizontally from the opening in the dressing gown I was wearing.

She reached out and having undone the belt of the gown, pushed it back off my shoulders so that it fell to the floor. I was now standing naked in front of her with my dick at full mast and straining.

Jill picked up the towel, dropped it on the floor and knelt down onto it in front of me. She spent a full minute just closely examining my cock. She moved forward so her lips were within an inch of the head and breathed onto it, which made it even harder. She raised her hands to it and, with feather-light touches, ran her fingers up and down the shaft.

My foreskin was half retracted over the head, due to the strength of my erection. A large globule of pre-come was forming at the slit. Jill's tongue darted out and lifted it from me like a frog catches a fly. I swear she managed it without her tongue actually touching me.

Now, grasping my shaft, she gently pulled the foreskin all the way back and went to work. Her tongue danced around the sensitive head like some drunken firefly. The sensation was such that my whole cock stated to twitch uncontrollably, bouncing up and down in front of her face and I felt as if I was ready to ejaculate, there and then.

Jill trapped the head between her lips and ran her tongue all around it. Then she slowly began to suck my not insubstantial dick, slowly into her mouth. Inch by inch I saw the shaft disappear as she moved her head inexorably forward until her lips reached the very base and she could advance no more. The head of my cock was now pressed up against the back of her throat. I was amazed that she didn't gag.

Jill used her tongue to press my shaft up against the top of her mouth and then started an amazing half-swallowing action with her throat that was lightly pumping at my bell-end, like a baby suckling at a teat.

I doubted that she could breathe at all at that moment, but fortunately for her I could stand no more than a few seconds of this treatment and I tensed, ready to shoot. Jill pulled back a little just as I began to pump a stream of spunk into her amazing mouth.

I let out a cry as I came and Jill continued to suck at my spurting rod. My cry was somewhat louder than it needed to be as it was the agreed cue for Margaret to open the door and step into the bathroom.

Margaret had a long robe wrapped tightly around her and made a good fist of looking outraged at the sight before her. Her sister was still kneeling with her hands on my hips and was just pulling her lips back over the end of my swollen dick. Jill looked genuinely shocked at Margaret's sudden appearance and quickly swallowed her mouthful of my seed.

"Maggie, I..." she started.

But Margaret cut straight in. "Jill, how could you!" she said sharply and then a little menacingly added "Now you remember what happens when you take things that don't belong to you, don't you. There are consequences."

A second or two passed before a look of recognition came over Jill's face. Clear in our own minds that she now understood, Margaret and I took an arm each and, pulling her up off her knees, marched her across the hall into her bedroom.

We led her to the bed and made her lie face down. Earlier in the day, I had taken some old bedding and by rolling it up and securing it with tape, had fashioned a small bolster about nine inches in diameter. I positioned this under her stomach so that her bottom was now sticking up in the air.

With one of us on each side, Margaret followed my lead and we moved Jill's knees up the bed a little and parted them so that she was in more of a crouching position. Now we were able to use some silk ties I had placed on the bed to fasten her wrists to her ankles. This meant she was unable to move, though in all honesty we had left the ties so loose that escape would have been relatively easy had she so desired.

Margaret now undid her robe and dropped in to the floor. She was wearing only black stockings and a black garter belt, which I had been out to buy, along with some other items, in a sex shop in town. I could not remember her looking sexier than she did at that moment. The stockings looked great on her shapely legs and the garter belt framed her now hairless pussy beautifully, but it was a newly found confidence in the way she held herself that really made the difference for me as I drank in the view.

Margaret approached Jill and sat down on the edge of the bed. She started to toy with the hem of the short nightdress that was only just covering Jill's rounded buttocks. She was really getting into the part now and seemed to be in no rush at all as she softly explained to Jill that she would have to pay for making use of her husband without permission.

Jill shifted her body a little, but said nothing as Margaret slowly raised the nightdress, fully exposing her sister's ass cheeks. The position she was in meant that her ass was quite prominent and because her thighs were parted there was a wonderful view of her pussy mound and the two labia protruding from her slit.

Margaret ran a hand all over and around Jill's ass for a moment or two, gently stroking and kneading the fleshy cheeks. Then, dropping a hand down between Jill's thighs, she ran her middle finger up through the slit. Jill shuddered a little at the intrusion.

Margaret lifted her finger, the end of which was coated in a thick clear liquid that was already starting to seep from Jill's love hole. She slipped the finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. "Sweet!" was all she said.

Without warning, Margaret's hand then descended fast and landed a slap on the buttock nearest to her. It was not such a hard blow, but the sound reverberated around the room. Jill gasped a little, more from surprise than pain.

Three more smacks landed in quick succession, all on the same buttock. The skin there began to take on a slightly pinker hue and Margaret gently stroked it as she said "Good girl."

Now standing, Margaret reached to the bedside table and picked up something I had prepared for the occasion earlier in the day. It was a table tennis bat. On one side I had removed the rubber coating and sanded the wood smooth to remove any remaining adhesive. On the other side it still had its layers of foam and pimpled rubber.

Margaret made sure that Jill got a good view of the bat in her hand as she picked it up. I noticed Jill shift her body again, perhaps feeling just a little uneasy.

Margaret examined the bat and selected the still-covered side. Resting it on Jill's plump bum cheek she began to slide it around so that Jill could feel the roughness of the rubber surface. Then raising it slowly she brought it down hard. I have no doubt that she meant it to be a hard blow, but the foam and rubber covering absorbed some of the impact and dulled the sound. Nevertheless, I saw the flesh of Jill's whole ass ripple as it struck and it left a clear impression of a thousand or so pimples on the skin for a few seconds after it was raised.

The bat fell six or seven more times in quick succession. There was not a sound of complaint from Jill, but the whole area of her buttocks was now starting to take on a rosy glow. I placed my hand on the cheek that had taken the most punishment and was glowing brighter. It felt nicely warm and as I studied her pretty back-side I saw that there were trails of pussy-juice running from her hole down her pussy lips and starting to drip onto the bed. It was clear that Jill was thoroughly enjoying her punishment.

decided that the padded side of the bat was not having the effect she wanted. So she turned it in her hand and delivered the next set of blows with the bare, flat wooden surface. I think she also increased the power of the next few blows and the combination of these two things meant that there was quite a cracking sound each time hard wood met soft flesh.

Despite her silence so far, Jill actually cried out as the next blow hit her. But Margaret was undeterred and landed four or five more devastating blows on each cheek. Jill's ass was fast becoming bright red and I realised she needed a break. I had an ice bucket on the floor full of cubes and very cold water. Also in the bucket was a can of Coke that I had left in the freezer for several hours earlier in the day. It was still frozen solid.

I reached in and pulled it out. I held it over Jill's ass and allowed a few drops of the freezing cold water to fall down onto her battered cheeks. She gasped a little as they struck, but not as much as when I pressed the frozen can down onto the hot flesh of her buttock. I rolled the can up and down and around one buttock, smoothing and cooling the skin, before moving to the other. Once accustomed to the cold, Jill started to wriggle her backside a little, appreciating the relief it was giving her.

After a few minutes of this I took a towel and patted her dry. While I did this, Margaret climbed onto the bed and knelt astride Jill's back with Jill's reddening ass as her target right in front of her. She tapped one buttock lightly with the bat three of four times and then slapped it down hard.

Moving immediately to the other cheek, she tapped six or seven times before making another strike. She continued this for s few minutes, alternating buttocks and constantly changing the number of small taps before the main attack so Jill never knew when it would be coming. Jill was starting to really wriggle now, but could not really move because of Margaret's weight on her back. I looked up at Margaret. She nodded and stopped the attack.

Jill was now whimpering a little. I kneeled between her legs and started to run my hands over her ass. It was burning hot and I could see areas where dozens of tiny red spots were starting to appear because the impacts had broken very small blood vessels below the surface. I very gently stroked and massaged her buttocks. I separated them a little to expose her pretty little ass hole. I leaned down and ran the tip of my tongue around the puckered skin several times before pushing it a little way into her tight anus.

At the same time I pushed a hand between her thighs and onto her pussy mound. I could not believe how wet she was. Her pussy and thighs were covered in love-juice and her pussy was so open and relaxed that I was able to slide three fingers into her snatch with no effort at all.

Having watched as my wife administered such a spanking to her sister's bare backside and now feeling for myself what an effect it had on her, my cock, which had been fairly stiff throughout the whole session was soon brought to full hardness. The invitation presenting itself to me was too good to resist. I withdrew my hand, repositioned my knees and buried my throbbing cock deep in her soaking snatch.

As I began to pump in and out, Margaret leaned forward to get closer to the action, staring intently as my thick shaft slid in and out of her sister's gaping cunt. Her hand slid down to her own slick pussy and she started rubbing around her clit as I continued my fucking.

Jill started to moan as my cock thrust easily in and out. Her ass was still bright red from the beating her sister had handed out to it. Margaret also noticed this. She abandoned her own pleasure, leaned over and picked up the ice bucket from the floor. Selecting a large piece of ice, she began to rub it all over Jill's buttocks. The cold ice immediately started to calm the sore flesh. As the cube melted down to about the size of a wine cork, Margaret slid it down between Jill's cheeks and pressed with her fingers, forcing it into her anus.

Jill gasped an "Oooh!" of surprise as the chunk of frozen water was pushed past her sphincter and disappeared into her back passage.

Selecting another large cube Margaret repeated the process, again and again. Soon Jill's ass was holding five melting, but still very cold, cubes. I could see the bulge at her anus as her sphincter struggled to keep its load contained and I could feel the lumpy mass through the wall between her vagina and rectum as my stiff dick rubbed up against it.

It was too much for Jill and she came suddenly and violently. The squeeze applied to her genital area by the spasms of her climax forced several melting cubes and a rush of cold water to spurt out of her ass, splashing over me.

I withdrew my cock from her trembling pussy and picked up a towel to dry myself. Margaret, meanwhile climbed off of Jill and picked up the final items from my shopping today, two vibrators, from the bedside table.

Jill was still trying to regain her breath and composure as Margaret and I pulled her off the makeshift bolster and turned her onto her back. Her wrists and ankles were still bound to each other, so her knees remained raised. I sat on the bed and pulled them apart while Margaret positioned herself between her sister's legs.

The first vibrator was the larger of the two, similar length to my cock, but a little thicker if I'm honest. It had two motors. Margaret switched on the first, the unit started to vibrate and a multitude of small beads under a soft covering started to move around. Margaret put the tip at the entrance to her sister's still gaping pussy and slowly pressed it home. Jill let out a small contented sigh as she felt it filling her.

Margaret started fucking her sister with the toy, slowly at first, but then gradually increasing the pace. Each time she thrust it in from a slightly different angle and pushed it all the way home before dragging it almost all the way out again.

Before long Jill started to move in time with the thrusts, pushing forward to welcome each intrusion and rotating her hips to be able to feel the little moving beads against every wall of her vagina. After a while it was clear that she was on the verge of another climax, but each time she seemed about to go over the edge, Margaret would withdraw the toy so that only the very tip was left between her pussy lips and hold it still until Jill's urge receded, then she would start again.

She did this at least four times over the next 15 minutes or so. Jill was getting more and more desperate each time and was begging Margaret to finish her off.

Then Margaret switched on the second motor. With this, the top inch or so of the toy bent over at a slight angle and began to rotate. Now, instead of thrusting fully in and out, Margaret pushed the small machine in only about three quarters of the way and angled it up towards the front wall of Jill's vagina.

She moved it back and forth only about an inch or so, all the time watching the reactions on Jill's face. In a minute or two she knew she had located the right spot. She held it still, but increased the upwards pressure. We could see the waves of pleasure washing across Jill's body as her feet and hands started to dig into the mattress beneath her and her ass began to move a little from side to side.

Next, Margaret took the second toy, a small and thin metal unit that vibrated at a high pitch. Holding the first firmly in place with her left hand she used her right to position the smaller toy directly on Jill's clitoris. This was already quite swollen and distended from all the previous activity and it made for an easy target.

As Margaret mover the second vibrator around a little on her sister's clit, Jill began to squirm around much more. I sat on the bed and placed my hands on her hips to limit her movement a little.

Again, each time Jill would approach the moment of sweet release, Margaret would remove the little silver bullet vibrator and drop the pressure on the other toy. As she recovered a bit of composure, Margaret would replace them and start again.

After having been taken to the precipice but then dragged back again another four of five times, Jill was frantically pleading with Margaret.

As she approached her climax again, she begged "Maggie, please, please, please..."

Then almost immediately, "Oh Fuck me, Oh God, Oh my God!" as this time Margaret left both units in place and the orgasm that had been building up for over 30 minutes arrived like a dam bursting.

Jill's whole body went into convulsions that lasted for a minute or so before going as limp as a rag doll. She looked totally exhausted and barely conscious. Margaret undid the restraints on her wrists and ankles and covered her with a sheet. Leaving her to sleep, Margaret grabbed my arm and almost dragged me from the room.

No sooner had we got through our bedroom door than she pulled me to her, pressed her lips to mine and started kissing me hard. Her tongue was like a slippery eel wriggling around my mouth. She was clawing at my back like an animal. Her fingernails digging into me so hard I was sure she would draw blood.

As we fell onto the bed, Margaret rolled me onto my back and swung one stocking clad leg across me. Holding my rock-hard dick in the right position, she dropped down hard, impaling herself on me. She began riding me as if I was a wild horse, pulling herself up and slamming down again hard, time after time. Her tits were bouncing up and down wildly, out of control. I started to thrust my hips up to meet her downward movements and our bodies smacked loudly as her buttocks hit my thighs. She let out a huge grunt each time our bodies clashed and the end of my dick pushed right up against her cervix.

Feeling that she had been in control for long enough tonight, I lifted my body up, wrapped my arms around her and rolled us over so that I was on top of her. As I started fucking her hard, she wrapped her legs around my back and with each of my thrusts she began using them to pull me into her, adding her own force to my efforts.

It was clear that she needed this to be urgent and rough, almost violent. I pulled her legs from my back and pushed them up into the air, placing them on my shoulders. Then I leaned forward hard, placing a lot of my weight onto them. Margaret no longer had the flexibility of youth, but here she was bent almost double, with her knees pushed back almost to her shoulder. I piled into her, driving my cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy like a jackhammer.

Margaret was grunting like some female tennis player with every thrust and I could feel the orgasmic pressure start to build in her. She started to cry out, "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes!"

Then her eyes scrunched up and her hands, which were palm down on the bed, grabbed hold of the sheet either side of her and screwed it up in her fists as her climax exploded within her and wracked her whole body.

I released her legs and they fell back to the bed with a thud. Sliding my still rock solid dick out of her quivering pussy, I moved up her body and sat astride her chest. Grabbing my cock in one hand and lifting her head with the other, I slid my hand rapidly up and down the slippery shaft. Margaret's mouth opened wide and she stuck out her tongue. Within a matter of seconds I was sending ropes of thick come out into space.

My aim was pretty good. Most of the sticky seed landed in and around her mouth and tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed everything that had found its target. Then her tongue ran around her lips, gathering up the precious fluid that was around her mouth. A large creamy white drip was running down her chin, threatening to escape. She scooped it up with a finger and ushered it into her mouth. She swirled this second mouthful around her mouth for a moment, playing with it with her tongue. Then she swallowed again and sighed contentedly, leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss right on the end of my knob.

I climbed off Margaret and flopped down beside her. She took my hand in hers and we lay together, totally spent, until we both fell fast asleep.

t was Sunday morning and, unsurprisingly, we all slept in quite late following last night's activity. When we eventually did emerge, Margaret prepared a sort of brunch and we talked about what we should do for Jill's last evening with us. Jill was Margaret's sister who had been staying with us for a few days.

It was amazing to think that she had only been here for three days and yet she had brought a spark back to our lives that had not been there for many years. Now that her house redecoration was complete she would be setting out in the morning to return home. Since she lived at the other end of the country, we had no idea when we would see her next so we wanted to make her final evening memorable.

As we chatted around the breakfast room table, Margaret was idly flicking through a free local paper that had been delivered a few days before.

"I don't believe it!" she exclaimed. "Look at this Jill. The Cult are playing here tonight at the University."

"Really?" said Jill as she moved around the table to look at the paper herself, "I can't believe they're still around!"

I had certainly heard of The Cult, they had been quite well known post-punk rock band in the mid to late-eighties, but they had never featured anywhere on my list of favourites. It seemed however that they were big news at the time in the girls' household. Margaret and Jill were reminiscing about the singles and albums they had bought, having seen the band make an appearance on a TV program called The Tube some thirty years or so ago.

"The fire in your eyes, keeps me alive," sang Jill.

"And the fire in your eyes, keeps me alive," responded Margaret.

"I'm sure in her you'll find… the sanctuary," they sang together, but not even in the same key, before bursting into a fit of giggles like teenagers.

"Ian Astbury was my first ever crush," admitted Jill, "I used to imagine meeting him and him giving me my first real kiss."

"My imagination went further than yours," Jill retorted. "He was the focal point of my first forays into masturbation. He was responsible for my first ever orgasm!"

Jill and I both stared straight at Margaret and she blushed a deep crimson. "I'm not going any further with that!" she said and buried her face back in the paper.

"Well that's decided," I said. "We'll go and see them tonight."

"But we'll be twice the age of anyone else there," said Margaret.

"Who cares? It'll be fun!" Jill replied.

I fired up the laptop and within 10 minutes I had secured three tickets that we could pick up at the door when we arrived. Then I went on to book us a table for dinner at a restaurant about ten minutes' walk from the University campus and made a call to arrange a cab for the evening, so that I didn't have to drive.

All arrangements made, I repaired to the lounge to watch a recording of last night's Match of the Day and doze a little. The girls spent the whole afternoon reminiscing about music and boys, which seemed to be the two main interests of their teenage years, and deciding what they were going to be wearing for the evening.

Five minutes before the cab was due, Margaret and her younger sister came downstairs. Their time working on their outfits had been well spent. They had done their very best to approximate eighties fashion from within their existing wardrobe.

Margaret was wearing a gold and black lace dress. It was off-the shoulder and sleeveless, so basically being held up by her boobs. I guessed she was also wearing a black sleeveless bra. Under her breasts, the dress narrowed to a v-shaped waist that was quite flattering, before flaring out to a short ra-ra shape. The skirt part was actually very short, but underneath she was wearing some lacy black leggings that came to just above her ankles. She was wearing a pair of black shoes with quite a high heel and was carrying a black, fake feather boa in case she needed to cover her shoulders.

Jill was wearing a plain black cocktail dress with quite a high, halter-style neck that I recognised as one of Margaret's that she hadn't worn for many years. She had referred to it at the time as her "bodycon" dress. It was really close fitting, particularly as Jill was a little curvier than her sister and it was immediately apparent that Jill had dispensed with a bra for the evening. When she twirled around to show off the outfit, I realised the reason for this was that the dress was virtually backless. This dress was quite short too, but Jill's legs were bare and she was wearing a pair of black ankle high boots. She carried a light shawl in case the temperature dropped too far later in the evening.

We climbed into the taxi around six fifteen and within twenty minutes we arrived at the restaurant I had booked. It was just a small Italian that was convenient for the University. We had not eaten there before but, despite it being quite early, it was bustling and most tables were occupied, which I took to be a good sign.

We were seated at a small round table and ordered some drinks while we studied the menu. Margaret had her usual gin and tonic, Jill ordered a vodka tonic and I started with a Peroni beer. I also ordered a bottle of Pinot Grigio so that it would be well chilled when we needed it.

The meal itself was pretty good and the wine was going down pretty fast. We had almost finished our second bottle by eight pm and I ordered a third, which I knew we would need to finish quickly.

We had been talking about the concert we were going to and realised we really did not know what to expect. There was a fear that it could be a big disappointment. Jill suggested that we should find a way to make sure the evening was kept interesting.

"As we're stepping back in time, let's play a game of Dare like we used to when we were young, Margaret," she said.

"Ooh yes!" squealed Margaret, causing several heads in the restaurant to turn our way.

"I really don't fancy playing some kids' game," I said, wondering if this evening was going to turn into a total waste.

"Oh, I think you'll enjoy this game. It's definitely for adults," Jill replied. She explained that we would be taking it in turns to give one another a dare. The person completing a dare would get to set the next one.

"And to add some real spice," she continued "the first person to fail to complete a dare has to sleep on their own tonight and leave the other two to enjoy themselves."

This sent Margaret into a fit of giggles that indicated to me that she had probably had enough to drink already.

"But if you're scared of us girls winning....." Jill challenged. My reply was simply to ask how we would decide who should give the first dare. Jill picked up a knife and spun it fast in the middle of the table. It came to rest with the blade, more or less, pointing at me. "Lucky Sod!" She grumbled, but with a big grin.

The waitress arrived with our wine. I poured three glasses and dared Jill to hand me her panties. Margaret let out another giggle at the thought. Jill fixed her with a stare and told her that she would comply, but that she was setting the next dare for Margaret to remove her panties too, plus her leggings.

Margaret began to protest that her dress was far too short, but Jill stood up, grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the ladies room. Margaret downed her glass of wine in one and went off with Jill.

Within a few minutes they were back. Jill leaned over my shoulder and packed two pairs of panties and a pair of black lace leggings into my jacket pocket.

I refilled our glasses, draining the bottle, and called for the bill. The waitress brought it over and ran my card though her machine. After I entered my pin code, she gave me the receipt and we left to walk to the University. As we left the waitress called out for us to have a good evening. I suspected that one way or another, we would.

We had about a ten minute walk to the campus site. About two hundred yards from the restaurant Margaret looked at me and said, "My turn to set the dare. I want you to get your dick and balls out and leave them hanging from your trousers for two minutes."

We had just turned a corner and this street looked pretty quiet, so I unzipped my flies and pulled my tackle out from my underpants. Margaret and Jill immediately dropped a few places behind me so that I would be fully exposed to the view of anyone who might be around. Thanks Ladies!

I kept striding forward and started counting off the seconds in my head. I had got to forty when I heard a car engine. Fortunately it came up behind us. The headlights swept over me but the car sped past with little chance of the occupants seeing anything untoward. I kept striding and counting. I was at eighty seven when I saw a car at the corner ahead indicating to turn towards us. It made the turn and was less than fifty yards away. I was only at ninety six and realised I was buggered. I had no option but to brazen it out. I just kept walking ahead and as the car passed I stared at the car's windscreen. There was a man of about thirty driving and a similarly aged woman in the passenger seat. I smiled at the female passenger. She started to smile back, but then the expression suddenly dropped from her face. She turned and said something to the driver, who immediately turned his head toward me. But by the time he did this, the car was level with me and they drove on up the road. I often wonder how the conversation in that car went.

My count reached a hundred and twenty and I tucked my crown jewels back into my trousers. Margaret and Jill caught me up. Each of them took one of my arms as we walked on. In another five minutes or so we reached the Student Union hall at the campus. I collected our tickets from the office and we made our way into the building.

We came into a large bar area, which was almost empty as we were running a little late and the band was about to come on stage.

We walked into the concert hall though some huge double doors. The hall was packed. Two things immediately struck me. First, for some reason I had expected the room to have banked seating like a theatre. But there was no seating. Everyone was standing, looking at a well-lit stage at the front of the hall. I should have noticed that I had not been allocated seat numbers when I booked.

Secondly, the room was full of boys and girls. Since we were going to see an eighties band, I had just assumed that at least some of the audience would be our age. But this was a University gig. Just about everyone, except us, was between nineteen and twenty five years old. I suddenly felt my age. And it seemed that Jill and Margaret had been the only two to have made an effort to dress appropriately for the era of the band's original hits. Everyone was in standard student garb.

Fortunately it was quite gloomy in the hall. We made our way through the crowd until we found a spot where we had a decent view of the stage, without being so close to one of the huge banks of speakers that we would be risking our long term hearing. Soon the band made its entrance. They started off by playing several of the songs that Margaret and Jill remembered from their teenage years. The two girls were really enjoying themselves, singing along and dancing - at least to the extent that the crowd allowed. I was happy to move around with them, but it really wasn't the sort of music I would choose.

The dare in the street had demonstrated to me that the girls were going to take this game seriously. Jill was dancing and singing something about "Here comes the rain." On stage there was a large screen onto which the shadow of a naked lady dancing was being projected. Jill was swaying around, mimicking her dance moves. So, after a while, I whispered into her ear that the next dare was for her to go up to a stranger and, without saying a word, snog him for at least thirty seconds.

She didn't seem fazed at all. She looked me straight in the face and winked. Then she scanned the people around us and her eyes settled on a guy about ten feet away. He was tall and thin, probably about 20 years old and seemed to be on his own. He too was dancing away to the track being performed. Within seconds she had danced her way over so she was directly in front of him. She spun around and beckoned him with one finger. As he bent forward, she put her hands behind his head, pulled him down towards her and clamped her lips over his. For a few seconds the poor guy was completely thrown but suddenly he seemed to catch on and started kissing Jill back.

They had their lips locked together for at least a two minutes. Jill's dress was riding up her body as she stretched to maintain the kiss and we could now see the bottom of the cheeks of her ass. After about thirty seconds, the gangly guy must have realised what an opportunity he was missing. His hands started to wander over Jill's bare back and down to her backside. One hand gripped a buttock and he must have discovered that Jill was wearing no underwear. His hand immediately came down further until it was massaging bare flesh. He ran his other hand up to her breasts and started to caress her tit.

Jill eventually broke the kiss, having gone way past the 30 seconds and way past just a snog. She adjusted her dress back down, turned without a word and sidled back to us. She didn't look back at the guy at all, but I could see him staring at her, wondering what he should do next. Then, seeing that Jill was now ignoring him completely, he went back to enjoying the music.

Jill was now feeling more than a little randy and pretty piqued at me for the last dare. She leaned up and put her mouth close to my ear so that I could hear and told me that, as I had her knickers in my pocket, I had to get a bra from one of the girls there before the end of the show, and stipulated it could not be from Margaret.

I looked at her pleadingly and said that would be virtually impossible. She just smiled and reminded me of the rule that would exclude me from the bedroom tonight if I failed.

I looked around me at the girls I could see. Most of them looked to me as if they were still teenagers. I guessed that half of them would not be wearing a bra in any case. It seemed hopeless. I started walking through the hall wondering how on earth I could complete the task.

Before long I ended up back at the bar area. There were few people here as most were still enjoying the band. I ordered a bottle of beer and leaned on the bar, more or less resigned to a lonely night.

After a few minutes someone else came to the bar and stood beside me. I glanced at them and saw that it was another guy who, surprisingly, even if not quite my age, at least fell into the same bracket.

He too ordered a bottle from the barman before turning to me. "Not enjoying the band?" he asked. I said they were OK even if it would not be my first choice for music. He assumed somehow that I was a lecturer or on the staff of the University, which told me that he probably wasn't on the staff either. I put him right by introducing myself and explaining that I was there with my wife and her sister because they really liked The Cult, and in particular the singer.

He told me his name was Chris. He was visiting his younger sister who was studying at the University and she had dragged him along tonight. He said they really had no idea who the band were, but came along because they were bored and looking for something to do. He asked why I was drinking out here alone and not inside with my wife and her sister.

I thought for a moment before responding. Then, on the off-chance there was even the faintest possibility that he might be able to help me with my task, I explained that we were playing a game setting each other dares all evening, that mine now was to obtain a bra and that I could not possibly allow myself to fail.

"Well I don't have one on me," he laughed. "But let's see if Chloe can help you out. Here she comes now."

Just then his young sister came up to the bar and stood beside him. She was a very attractive looking young girl with long dark, almost black hair. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that packaged her ass beautifully and a slightly baggy University sweatshirt. She had on a pair of brown cowboy boots with tooled leather and stacked heels.

Chris indicated to the barman that he required another beer. It arrived and I insisted on paying for it. Chloe looked quizzically at Chris, who introduced me and then went on to explain my dilemma. Chloe gave me a look that told me she thought that was the tackiest pick-up line she had ever heard. I promised her it was true and had to show her the two pairs of panties and the leggings in my jacket pocket before she even half-way believed me.

"Well sorry, I can't help you anyway," she said and swung her shoulders from side to side. I could just make out the free swing of her boobs under the sweatshirt that confirmed she was not currently wearing the item I needed.

Just then another fresh-faced young girl arrived at the bar. Chloe introduced her as her friend, Courtney. Courtney flashed me a friendly smile. She had obviously been in the hall and dancing to the music. She was slightly out of breath, had a healthy pink glow to her face and a sheen of sweat on her brow. Chloe handed her the cold beer I had just paid for. She necked the bottle and swallowed nearly half the contents in one go.

Courtney was wearing just the briefest of denim shorts that were frayed around the edges. My eyes traveled from there down her lovely long legs and I noticed she was also wearing cowboy boots that came up to her calves. She had on a pink cropped tee-shirt that enclosed a pair of shapely breasts and then fell loose to her midriff just above the navel. She had a nice tan to her skin and a lot of it was on display. Her hair was a deep brown and she had eyes to match.

"We need your bra," Chloe announced to Courtney without warning. Courtney seemed to be completely at ease with the request, as if she was used to such odd demands from her friend.

Chloe reached her hands round under Courtney's shirt, released the clasp on her back and pulled the bra forward off of her boobs. Then putting an arm up each sleeve in turn, she slipped a strap down over Courtney's elbow. Reaching up into the front again she produced a pretty pink bra with a flourish and handed it to me. As she did so Courtney's tee-shirt rode up, giving me a nice glimpse of two lovely rounded boobs with pert pink buds. My cock immediately began to spring to life at the sight, while Courtney, unselfconsciously adjusted her top. To be fair, if it wasn't for her nipples making two distinct little bumps in the material, it would not have been obvious that she was no longer wearing her bra. She downed the rest of her beer and announcing "I'm going back in" hurried back to the music.

"Thanks, so much," I said to Chloe, "I'll be right back with this."

"Oh no," Chloe replied, "Chris and I are coming with you to make sure this wasn't some pervy trick or something."

That sounded fair to me, so the three of us set off in search of Margaret and Jill. The pair were astounded to see me arrive back in the company of a stunning young girl and a good looking, but somewhat older, guy. I briefly introduced everyone and Jill was even more shocked when I showed her Courtney's bra in my hands. She looked at Chloe, who held up her hands and proclaimed her innocence. "Not mine!" she said, so I had to explain the whole story to the two girls. While I was doing so, I noticed the admiring looks that Margaret was giving Chris.

Having completed the story, I told Jill and Margaret that it was now my turn to give a dare and I intended to get Jill back for the last one but Chloe interrupted me and announced that the price of providing the bra was that she and Chris would be setting the dares for us for the rest of the gig.