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Don was chagrined to discover that Jan was already home when he drove into the garage. He could smell Krystal’s pussy juice all over his face, hands, and groin. Even with his hands on the steering wheel, he could smell a faint pungent rectal odor on his thumb. The same pungent odor was emanating from his groin. ‘Oh, shit! All right, all right, be cool. Just get in the house and get a shower. Don’t say hello, don’t give her an opportunity to catch the unmistakable smell. Make a beeline to the shower.’ Don took a deep breath, gathered his courage and determinedly walked directly into the kitchen from the garage and there she was.
“Where have you been?” his wife asked with an accusatory tone.
“Work.”
“It’s nearly six. I called your office around four and your new secretary told me you had left for the day.”
“Uh…”
“Look at you. Did you go to work that way?”
“Sure. I took my coat and tie off, is that a crime?”
“Your shirt isn’t buttoned correctly.”
“Huh?” Don looked down and to his dismay saw that his shirt was skewed. He had misaligned the buttons and buttonholes. ‘Oh, shit!’ He looked up and Jan was in his face with her nose skewed.
“Who were you sleeping with?”
“What?”
“I can smell it, Don. You’ve been wallowing in some girl’s pussy, and if my nose is correct, you did her in the butt too!”
Don was speechless. His mind raced for a plausible explanation, but he could find none and stood there dumbly.
“Look. I may not be absolutely sure as to exactly what you’ve been up to, but I promise that there’s going to be a big change in our relationship because of it. Get my drift? Now we don’t have the time right this moment to discuss this because Jim and Anne will be by to pick us up at seven. Anne’s been looking forward to tonight for a long time… longer than you know. Now, in order that everyone, including you and me, has a good time tonight, Anne and I are swapping dates. You’re Anne’s date and I’m Jim’s date. Go get a shower, get cleaned up, and dressed. I’ve laid your clothes out for tonight on the bed. You also need to drop the boys off at St. Michael’s and be back here by seven, so you need to get moving. Now if you’ll excuse me," she said rather icily, “I’ve got to get ready.” Jan turned and walked out of the kitchen to the master bedroom.
Don put the palm of his hand to his forehead. ‘Oh, shit! How could you have caused this? Sixteen years of a great marriage up in smoke. The years were hard sometimes, but not because of anything Jan or I did. We were always in love with each other. I’m still in love with her, always will be.’
“Don!” came the call from somewhere in the house. “Go get ready!”
With the enthusiasm of a condemned man, he sauntered off to shit, shower, and shave. Jan was sitting at her vanity, putting her make up on when he found the clothes she had laid out for him. “I’m supposed to wear this?”
“Yes, Don. Anne brought the shirt over earlier. She bought it for Jim, but she wants her date to match her outfit, so you get to wear it.”
“I need an undershirt.”
“No, Don. You don’t wear an undershirt with that shirt. Just put everything on that’s laid out for you.”
Don started dressing. “Hey, this shirt is missing buttons.”
“No, it’s not. That’s how it was styled.”
The fire engine red shirt had no buttons from the wide-open collar to almost to his belly button and was cut so that an open “V” plunged from his neck, displaying a swath of muscle and skin as well as the dark wooly hair on his chest. The black suit was his. It was a sleek two-button, Italian design. “The gold chain too?”
“Yes, Don. It’s been years since you worn it. It’ll make you look cool and prosperous.” He put on the heavy gold chain. Jan had bought it for him years ago when they frequented discothèques. “Come here and I’ll do your hair.”
“What?”
“Come here, Don. We don’t have all day.”
Normally he wore his hair dry, neatly parted and brushed to the side. Jan put some gel in his hair and combed it straight back. “Once the gel dries, your hair will stay in place all night.
By the time he put his Gucci shoes on the gel had set. “Jesus, this stuff is like cement!”
“Quit whining. That’s how your date wants it. Now, are you ready to go drop off the boys?”
Don was scoping himself out in the mirror. ‘Hmmmmmm, not bad. Yeah, very sexy!’ “Yeah, I’m ready. How do I look?”
Jan turned and studied her husband in his new garb. “Frankly… you look terrific. I only wish you would dress for me like that sometimes.”
“Maybe I will. Be back before seven.” As he was heading to the bedroom door, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it, Jan!”
It was Judy Moore, Jessica’s mother who had come to pickup Lori and Bonnie for a sleepover. “Whoa! Look at you handsome! What... a… stud!”
“Uh, thanks,” he said trying not to gloat. He turned and called, “Bonnie! Lori! Judy Moore is here to pick you up!” The two pretty girls came bounding to the door, gushing over with enthusiasm as usual.
“Oh, Daddy! Look at you!” exclaimed Lori.
“Yeah, you look soooooo sexy!” added Bonnie with a laugh.
“All right girls, you two mind Judy,” instructed the father.
“We will, Daddy!” they sang out in unison. As Lori gave him a kiss on the cheek she whispered, “I really enjoyed last night, Daddy.” Bonnie kissed him and whispered, “Maybe Mommy will go to the farm next weekend,” then giggled at her naughty and not so subtle plan.
Just being near his nubile girls caused his cock to stir. He wanted to hug each girl, kiss her, and show her his deep love for her. ‘And skewer your hot little cunts too.’ He closed the door and found Toby waiting for him with his backpack and camping gear.
“Hey Dad! You look cool!”
“Thanks Toby. Where are you headed too?”
“Oh, we’re going to camp at Rockford Bluff State Park.”
“Great place! I’m supposed to drop you boys off…”
“At St. Michael’s.”
“Right. Let’s go.”
Having dropped his son off, Don had just parked his car in the garage when Jim and Anne drove up. He waved and went inside and called for Jan. A minute later she came out of the house. She wore a gold lamiae dress with spaghetti straps that showed more than enough tit to be enticing. There was a slit up the left side that rose to the top of her hip. Though she wore a thong, there was no sign that she wore any panties whatsoever. The gold high heel sandals and the short hemline showed off her shapely legs to great advantage.
“You look great, Honey,” said Don honestly.
“Thanks, Don,” she said civilly.
Jim walked up, kissed his sister-in-law on the cheek and escorted her to the right front passenger seat. Jan smiled knowingly as she caught him trying to sneak a peak down her dress.
Don held the back door open for his date. As his sister walked by, he saw that each ass cheek was clearly outlined in the thin, clinging fabric of her red dress. The dress was very revealing and he knew she wore absolutely nothing beneath the dress. Sister or not, Anne was as sexy as they come and Don fought to keep his unruly dick in check. As she got in the car, Don hoped he’d catch a glimpse of her pussy.
As they drove to the ‘Old Havana Club’, Jan sat close to Jim and Anne sat close to Don. The conversation was amicable and revolved mostly around how good everyone looked, including Jim. He too, wore an open shirt and jacket, but not a shirt as deeply open as Don’s.
They walked into the club and everywhere they went, heads turned checking out the two sexy women and their handsome escorts. All through dinner, the girls openly flirted with their date. Soon Jim was loosened up enough to flirt back with Jan.
After the anxiety of the day, Don found it hard to loosen up and return his sister’s playful advances. Jan knew him better than himself. She leaned over to him and said, “Relax, Honey and have fun. She loves you. I love you. I know you’ve been a bad boy. I love you anyway. It’s okay. Tonight is very special, so let yourself go and enjoy it.” She kissed him on the cheek and returned her attentions to Jim.
Don felt an enormous load lift from his shoulders, yet he couldn’t figure her out. One minute he was headed for a divorce, going to jail, or something else awful and now it was all okay, just like that, no explanation. ‘Women, go figure.’
By the time dinner was over and the table was cleared, everyone was as comfortable as four friends could be. The band began to play the sensual music of the classical Latin dances of South America, the rumba, and tango, as well as more intimate slow pieces. The moves and steps they had learned five years ago at the dance studio began to flow effortlessly. Jim and Don had been reluctant to take the lessons, but once they learned, they never had any regrets. Now as the two handsome studs danced effortlessly, intimately and erotically with their stunning foxes, they were the envy of every clod in the joint who had never bothered to learn the pleasure of dancing with a lady.
Anne had Don hot to trot. He delighted at the sight of her big nipples, seemingly forever erect, clearly outlined in the thin fabric. He delighted at the sight of the half globes of her ample bosoms displayed by the deep plunging neckline of her dress. He delighted at the sight of her curvaceous figure revealed by the barebacked dress. He delighted at the sight of her bare legs. He delighted at the revealing outline of her buttocks. He delighted at the prospect of catching a fleeting glimpse of her bare bottom as she twirled on the dance floor. He delighted when she ran her hand in his open shirt, played in the hair of his chest, and dragged her long fingernails across his bare nipples. He delighted at the sensation of her full breasts pressing close to his chest as they danced, and when his hand slipped down into the back of her dress, he delighted at the sensuous feel of the cleft of her buttocks. She made no effort to remove his hand, even as he grew increasingly bold. The nearly constant bulge in his pants advertised to all his sexual arousal and he lewdly rubbed his crotch into his sister every chance he got.
Don found it curious that he wasn’t jealous of Jim pawing his wife. He watched and during nearly every dance, Jim’s right hand was thrust between the slit of her skirt and he brazenly held her bare ass cheek. At every opportunity, Jim would rake his hand across her boobs or her body and he even sometimes hiked her skirt just enough to give anyone looking an eyeful. Back at the table, Jim nuzzled and kissed her neck and her ears and they openly kissed as only lovers kiss.
‘Jan was right,’ Don reflected, ‘this is a special night.’ He protested when Anne announced that she was ready to go home. “It’s still early! Why go? We’re having a great time.”
She gave him an un-sisterly kiss and said, “Yes, but remember, this is my party.”
On the short ride home, Jan snuggled in close with Jim as he drove. He nearly wrecked the car when Jan began rubbing his penis and nearly ran a red light when her probing hand found bare cock flesh. Don couldn’t see what was happening in front and didn’t much care much. His tongue was dancing with Anne’s and his hands roamed unopposed across the preternatural tits he had worshiped since he was twelve, measuring their heft and firmness for the first time, luxuriating in the feel of her big nipples and puffy aureoles ringed with tiny papules.
‘Damn!’ thought Don as Jim pulled into his garage, ‘We’re there already? We’ve got to get out? Go inside? What for? Play a game? Play Trivial Pursuit again! Can’t we just ride around for a little while longer?’ Already somewhat dumbfounded by the recent actions of both his wife and his sister, he watched as his wife and brother-in-law retired inside. The fact that Jim not only had his hand on Jan’s ass, it was jammed up inside her dress, really didn’t upset him in the least.
Don made no move to exit the car and lingered in the back seat with his sister not wanting the evening to end. To his surprise, Anne unfastened his trousers and stroked his raging cock. Anne could hardly close her fingers around his thick shaft. A wave of guilt hit him. “Oh, shit!” he cried, “We… we shouldn’t do this, Sis.”
She lustfully whispered to him, “Why not? I want it. You want it. Oh, Don, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted your big cock. How long I’ve yearned to be filled by you; yearned for you to make love to me all night long. Wanted and dreamed of you taking me, over and over again all through the night.”
“Oh, shit!”
“Let’s go inside and make it happen, dear brother.” She abruptly got out of the car. Don sat dazed for a moment with his cock poking out of his open fly.
“Oh, shit,” he muttered, over and over. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to fuck his sister, he had fantasized and longed for the opportunity ever since he was twelve, maybe even before. It was just that he was concerned for Jan. ‘What would she think? What would she do? We’d had always been faithful to each other… well, at least I have… up until yesterday.’ “What about Jan?” he pleading asked his sister.
“Oh, come on, Don! Don’t be such a boy scout,” chided Anne. “This is my party, and don’t spoil it!” Don eased out the car and followed her into the house, watching the sexy swaying of her flexing buttocks and not believing that his lifelong desire for his sister was about to be fulfilled.
They had just entered the den as Jan pulled her dress over her head. In one motion she was totally nude save for her gold high heel shoes and tiny thong. Jim was sitting on the sofa, his shirt open and his pants in a pile on the floor. His ten-inch cock seemed so incredibly long.
Jan straddled him and began to sink down on his cock. Using her legs to rise and fall on the long cock, Jan lewdly and openly fucked her brother-in-law.
“Oh look, Don,” said Anne breathlessly while rubbing her brother’s cock through his pants, “have you ever seen anything so erotic?” Don was speechless as he watched his wife fucking his best friend and brother-in-law.
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