Subject:     Two for the Price of One
Story Codes: MF Fmm mm oral adultery exhib voy
Diary Date:  April 12, 2012
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

I may have lost the bet but in the end I think I was the winner.  Comparing 
the story codes to the rest of my diary should be enough to tell you that 
this was quite an unusual experience for me.

Table of Contents:
   Chapter 1 - Games and Bets
   Chapter 2 - Ethics & Principles
   Chapter 3 - Setting the Stage
   Chapter 4 - Steve Makes Arrangements For His Fantasy
   Chapter 5 - Getting Started in the Jacuzzi
   Chapter 6 - Back In the Room
   Chapter 7 - Unexpected Pairing


Chapter 1 - Games and Bets
==========================

Everyone plays games whether they admit it or not.  Some games are for 
entertainment, some are competitive, others are imbedded in the way we live.  
Although most games are played for fun, some of them can be downright cruel.  

Every game includes a bet whether intended or not.  The bet may be financial, 
as in casino games or a friendly Friday night poker game.  The bet may be 
just be for personal honor like when playing a board game of Monopoly or 
Clue.  Sometimes a game may be played with some sort of personal act at 
stake.  In general the loser is required to do something agreed upon at the 
beginning of the game, typically NOT something they would have done otherwise 
and usually they would have preferred NOT to do.

Every girl learns to play games when she reaches puberty and discovers that 
simply by letting Mother Nature take her course she gains the power to make 
boys do just about anything she wants.  It may be something as simple and 
innocent as pretending to pout when her father threatens to ground her only 
to find he can't resist his little girls sad face.  At school she learns 
that boys argue over who gets to carry her books just so she will smile at 
them.  All it takes to have a boy eager to pay for movies and food is to wear 
a short skirt and a tight tank top, preferably without a bra.  All it takes 
is the smallest of hints that she MIGHT give a guy a blowjob and hell do 
anything she asks... and more.

When it comes to games, its not just buys that are the target for maturing 
girls.  What girl hasnt played the classic game of Truth or Dare at some 
point or another?  Usually it starts out as a way to express dark secrets 
about who she wants to kiss or some other innocent idea.  As girls grow 
older, the calls for Truth tend to shift towards Dare as a means of 
exploring their budding sexuality.  Just ask how many girls experienced their 
first kiss with another GIRL rather than a boy and you might be surprised at 
the answer (or maybe not...).  Of course for the vast majority there was no 
overt sexual attraction but that didn't mean for a few there was, even if the 
girl opposite her wasn't aware of it at the time.

Perhaps one of my favorite games when I was a young teenager (and still 
today) was flirting.  Its easy to play and it seems I am always the winner 
but thats because as the girl I set the rules.  Looking back I dont exactly 
remember the first time I consciously flirted with sexual intent.  Im not 
talking about when I was little and all I had to do was look sad or beg to 
get my way.  No, I mean making a concerted effort to appeal sexually to a man 
with no intent whatsoever to allow him to do anything more than what I 
absolutely had to in order to get what I wanted.

Way back when I was still in grade school I would visit my dads office.  
Starting around seventh grade I began to notice that some of the men were 
started to look at me at little differently.  Well, not so much looking at ME 
as at my legs and butt.  It might have had something to do with that fact 
that in the heat of summer I usually wore high-cut shorts and tight little 
tank tops or skinny tube tops that showed off lots of midriff and even a 
little of my bottom when I bent over.  While there wasnt certainly all that 
much on top to show off, there was plenty of leg and the outline of my bottom 
for the guys that were into preteens - which includes a lot more guys than 
most men like to admit.  

While my mom was certainly to blame for buying me the outfits, in 
retrospect I think it was my dad that got more of a kick out of me teasing 
the poor guys at the office.  He was the one who would suggest when I was 
wearing shorts that were cut a little higher or wear a tank top that Id 
outgrown the year or more before that I pick up something off the floor when 
someone was with us.  At first I didn't understand why he was asking me to do 
such silly things but when I finally figured it out I made it a point not to 
bend my knees and do other things to show off as much as possible.  I could 
tell from the way he looked at me that it made my dad proud of me when other 
men looked at me which only made me want to do it all the more.

As I got older I did all these things on my own without the need for any 
encouragement from my mom and dad.  Indeed, as the song goes it doesnt take 
long for most girls to learn how to open doors with just a smile.  Id go 
to the mall with my cousin or a friend like Beth and wed have contests to 
see who could get the most looks or who could be the most daring or naughty.  
The prize was simply bragging rights but the competition sometimes became 
quite heated.  

To be perfectly honest, I usually didnt win those contests but it wasn't 
always my fault.  Like when I would go to the mall with Beth, she would 
always win because her boobs were years ahead of most girls our age.  Being 
firm and perky and her being just a young teen she could easily get away 
without wearing a bra, at least in terms of needing support.  My cousin 
Kristi usually beat me out simply because she was more outgoing than me, and 
just about anyone else for that matter.  The little slut had absolutely NO 
shame and was NEVER embarrassed or shy, regardless of what we would dare her 
to do.  Still, even without winning I had lots of fun just playing the 
games.

As our hormones began to take over the innocence of our games began to fade 
away.  For instance after we each learned that the others were masturbating 
it wasn't long before even that became a contest where we would see which of 
us could get off the fastest.  Finally I found something I could do better 
than either my cousin or BFF!

One of the games I played with Steve when we first started dating and having 
sex was what I liked to call Never Say No.  Actually the game was his idea 
and I just named it.  For some reason it seemed I was always the one at the 
receiving end.  What I mean is that we would go out on a date and at the 
start I would solemnly promise that for the entire date I would do ANYTHING 
he asked, no questions and without hesitation.  There were a few times Steve 
pushed the line but he was respectful enough of me to never ask me to do 
anything he knew would hurt me or embarrass me.  I suppose it helped that he 
knew that if he did then that would be the last time we played.

When I lost Steve because his mom was transferred to California, Never Say 
No was off the table because the guys I was dating werent trustworthy 
enough for me to take the risk.  Of course I COULD always say no but then 
that would spoil the game.  It wasnt until after I started having sex with 
my dad that I finally had someone again I trusted and respected enough to 
submit myself for an entire evening.  Sometimes we played at home, sometimes 
we would go shopping or to a movie or dinner.  I think perhaps the best was 
at church where his imagination really came to life.  As my Aunt Linda the 
realtor always says, Location, location, location.

When Steve and his mom moved back to Pittsburgh a couple of years ago and we 
started dating (eventually marrying last fall) I had my old game partner back 
and we quickly resumed the fun.  The difference of course being we were ten 
years older so the demands became more risky but considering I trusted Steve 
enough to marry him, submitting myself to him for an evening wasnt hard at 
all.

As far as flirting and other games, I still love to play them.  One 
difference now between being a teenage slut and now being a 27 year-old wife 
and teacher is that the innocence is pretty much put aside in favor of more 
entertaining possibilities.  Face it, I can't get away with as much at my 
age now as I could back inWWWWWWW high school when it was cute.  

Something else different now than when we first dated is that Steve LOVES to 
watch me have sex with other men.  Since getting married weve become 
immersed in the local swapping scene which provide him with plenty of 
opportunities to see me getting it on with a strange guy.

When it comes to games today, as a rule I try to avoid making too many bets, 
especially when the penalty for losing is some sort of crazy sexual behavior.  
Now that Im older it opens the door to a lot more possibilities, not all of 
which are my favorite things to do or even things I feel comfortable doing.  
When you play these sort of games and make crazy bets, anything can happen 
and without a strong moral compass and set of ethics and principles, you can 
easily get lost.


Chapter 2 - Ethics & Principles
===============================

Over the years Ive pontificated in various articles and diary entries about 
my ethics and moral principles so Im not going to talk much about them 
except how they are relevant to what happened.

Because I HAVE said so much in print about how I feel about a wide range of 
various issues - adultery, masturbation, incest, underage sex, etc., it 
leaves me fairly exposed.  As I have grown up many of those feelings have 
changed or even been completely thrown out.  Personally, I think thats just 
a normal part of life.  Everyone changes their mind about things, just watch 
the elections!

The key for me is that there are certain core principles and ethics that can 
NEVER change.  Its sort of like how I feel about churches and religions.  I 
don't care if youre into full immersion or sprinkling, hands over the head 
or on your lap, dancing in the aisles or sitting stoically.  People make way 
to much about RELIGION and not enough about GOD.  So long as you believe 
Jesus died for your sins and that you have to confess your sins and be saved, 
what difference does it matter how you do it?

For me its the same when it comes to sex and its related issues.  So long as 
you respect other people and cause no harm, all the rest is just filler if 
you ask me.  Ive taken a lot of heat for some of the changes Ive made in my 
thoughts about issues like underage sex and adultery.  As I have gained 
experience and matured its only natural that I have different perspectives 
on many issues.  However, I have NEVER changed my core principles.  Thus 
while I may change my definition of adultery, I have NOT changed my position 
against cheating which unlike the physical act of adultery, causes direct 
harm to your spouse.  Similarly, I may have broadened my definition of what 
constitutes acceptable underage sex, but I have NOT changed my position 
against child abuse.

In other diary entries Ive written about my feelings about submission and 
compromise.  To repeat the most important take-away, I feel VERY strongly 
that a daughter should submit to her father and a wife to her husband - but 
only using the biblical meaning of submission.  This is one core principle I 
can never change.  Because of that, Ive had to make compromises in other 
ethical positions about which Im not so adamant.  There is a difference 
between PREFERRING something was a certain way and REQUIRING it to be that 
way.  So while I freely admit to changing my preferences over the years, Id 
like to think Ive remained true to my core requirements.

One of those battles between my preferences and requirements has been 
related to sex with underage partners.  By this I mean anyone under eighteen 
(although the legal age of consent varies between states).  For most of my 
life, at least after I turned eighteen, I considered this to be wrong and 
unethical.

My mother was the primary influence on me regarding this issue.  She was 
always adamant that adults having sex with underage kids was the equivalent 
of them buying alcohol and giving it to a teenager.  On the other hand, my 
father loved the idea but in deference to my mother, he restricted such 
sexual relationships to his daughter and nieces.  

Actually this satisfied my mother on two fronts.  There was the underage 
thing which was OK with her so long as it was restricted to incest.  Sex 
within the family fell under s totally different statute so far as my mom was 
concerned.  Not only was incest NOT considered underage sex (from a 
philosophical perspective), it also didn't qualify as adultery, another area 
where she was firmly convinced was immoral and unethical.

As I got older and began to form my own thoughts and opinions, I came to 
realize that some of my mothers unbreakable rules were really more 
preferences on her part.  By remaining immovable without hope of compromise, 
her stands on these two issues eventually led to my parents divorce.  When 
my youngest cousin turned eighteen my father had to deal with going cold 
turkey.  After having indulged himself for the past ten years or so, it 
turned out to be more than he could do.

It didn't help that my mothers sister was actively involved in a private 
organization that not only promoted swinging and swapping, but also had a 
VERY private offshoot that enabled underage sex parties.  My dad, being a 
typical man with addiction issues to porn and pedophilia, couldn't control 
himself leaving my mother with no choice (or at least no choice in her mind) 
but to divorce him.

When I married Steve I realized he already had some of the same addictions as 
my father, or at least the early warning signs.  I knew he loved porn but 
then how many men don't?  What was difficult to deal with was when I learned 
about his leaning towards pedophile activities, the same as my father.  
Seeing how this type of behavior tore my parents marriage apart, I knew I 
had to deal with it or else not get married.  As Steves wife I would have to 
submit to him which meant having to deal with his addictions. 

Fortunately I have a loving and totally wonderful husband.  While at times 
its like he cant resist involving me, for the most part we have agreed to a 
dont ask, dont tell arrangement where he goes off with my dad and aunt 
(and sometimes my cousin) leaving me home to enjoy myself in whatever ways I 
prefer.  Such an arrangement may not work for every marriage but so its been 
perfect 


Chapter 3 - Setting the Stage
=============================

So why bother with all that stuff?  Well, I felt that I needed to set the 
stage for the events that happened on this day so that people would 
understand why I did what I did and that it wasn't some spur of the moment 
crazy thing where I supposedly threw out all my morals and principles.  Maybe 
a bit of self-indulgence but there you go...

What got things started was a recent series of e-mails between me and an on-
line friend of mine that I first met over five years ago.  Like me, she is an 
incest daughter but in her case it involves a lot more people both in her own 
family and with outside friends.  Some of the e-mails dealt with the thirteen 
year-old daughter of a close friend of hers who had been sexually active with 
her family for over a year now.  Trust me, its an EXTREMELY complicated 
situation!

To make matters short, Candy, the daughter we were discussing, had a close 
friend Tracy who was also having sex with her twin brothers.  So far Tracy 
had resisted having sex with Candys dad because she hadnt had sex yet with 
her own dad.  The husband of the woman I was e-mailing would have loved to 
fuck Tracy as he has been doing Candy for over a year now.  Unfortunately 
like Candys dad his dreams had also been thwarted because Tracy hadnt had 
sex with her dad.  Apparently it was perfectly fine with Tracy to fuck 
Candys twin brothers (one of which was her boyfriend) as well as the 
boyfriends of some of their friends but she drew the line at older men.  Go 
figure.

We continued to exchange letters about the situation and she told me how 
frustrating it was for the older men not to be able to fuck Tracy.  Knowing 
my own dad and husbands reactions to such temptations I could just imagine 
their lust for this hot little thirteen year-old slut, especially after 
seeing her having sex with the younger boys.  Based on how things were 
playing out, I had my doubts that they ever would get that chance as Tracys 
dad wasnt showing any signs of being interested in having sex with his 
daughter.

Eventually I found it becoming a bit silly to even talk about Tracy as it 
seemed it was always the same story - no sex with the other fathers because 
she wasn't doing it with her father.  Well, since it seemed that she never 
would, what was the point in discussing such things?  As a way to 
diplomatically shut down the conversation, I bet my on-line friend that if 
her husband ever fucked Tracy (regardless of whether or not she ever did her 
own dad), then I would grant my husband one wish by which he could ask me to 
do ANYTHING he wanted.

Now that may sound like not much of a bet considering I claim to submit to my 
husband totally when it comes to anything sexual but its really much more 
serious than it may appear.  The only reason I can submit totally without 
question to my husband and father during sex is because I trust them 
implicitly that they will NOT ever ask me to do anything they know I really 
dont want to do.  

So what is on my no list?  Actually not a lot but what IS there is 
important to me.  Things like anal sex, extreme BSDM, watersports or anything 
to do with that type of thing, snuff, child abuse, anything that would get me 
arrested.

Now those are the flat out NO items.  In addition there are also the things 
I PREFER not to do.  While I can sometimes be talked into them, they are not 
the type of stuff that anyone who respects me and loves me would ask me to do 
except under certain conditions.  Were talking about stuff like underage 
sex, mild BSDM, etc.

When it comes to anal sex, what can I say?  I know, I know... so many people 
claim to love it but not me.  The idea of something up my poop chute grosses 
me out and just the thought of licking someone there positively sickens me.  
Even if someone does somehow fuck me or lick me there, that eliminates any 
further oral or vaginal contact with that part of them until they clean up 
and disinfect themselves.  Anal sex is the one thing that my dad and husband 
NEVER ask me because they know how strongly I feel about it.

On the not preferred list I mentioned underage sex.  It use to be on the 
NO list until I married a pedophile but even so, while there are the 
occasional times my dad or husband DO ask me its only for really  special 
circumstances.  To be clear, its not that I dont enjoy it and indeed, I 
even look forward to it after they ask but in my heart I feel its wrong and 
I usually feel terribly guilty afterwards.

My on-line friend is well aware of my hang-ups and indeed, she has often 
encouraged me and even pushed me to allow my guys to fuck me in the ass and 
to go with them to their underage family parties.  So far Id resisted her 
shenanigans for the most part but admittedly at times its hard.  Thus I knew 
when we made the bet that she was counting on me losing and having to give in 
to one or more of my taboo subjects.  

While I knew she would jump at the bait, I felt I was pretty safe.  Wed been 
discussing Tracys situation for what seemed like ages and there had been no 
major changes so I figured that the odds of anything serious ever happening 
were practically nil making it a safe bet so far as I was concerned.

For a while my plan seemed to be working as the subject was minimized.   Then 
one day the impossible happened.  In my in-box was a long e-mail describing 
the details which I wont go into here but suffice to say that by some 
miracle Tracy had been fucked by her dad!  My friend triumphantly informed me 
of the new situation, including how her own husband was then finally able to 
fuck both of the thirteen year-olds.  Her message was clear - PAY UP!

Until now Id never mentioned the bet to Steve.  First, there was no point as 
I assumed that it would never happen (yeah right).  Second, I didn't need to 
put such thoughts in his head needlessly as who knew where it might lead to. 
Finally, as a rule Steve wasnt interested in my on-line friends, claiming I 
was wasting my time with such thing.  

Seeing as I had to find a way to tell him about my bet, I let my husband read 
some of the other e-mails.  As I mentioned, Steve usually has no interest in 
my on-line affairs so he wasn't too thrilled when I asked him to read but 
then when he was about half-way through the e-mail trail his eyes widened and 
the ramifications of what he was reading hit home.

ANYTHING?

I could see from the naughty smirk on his face as he looked up from the 
screen that he was intrigued.  I just nodded ruefully in response.

You mean like no limits, no boundaries... ANYTHING?

OK, so now he was getting melodramatic.  The point was made so why string it 
out?  He wasn't about to be stopped that easily though.  Such an opportunity 
was rare... as in never happened before, so he was determined to savor the 
moment.

And you promise not to bargain, trade, negotiate or hesitate one bit? he 
continued, And I can even ask for anal sex?

Well now he seemed to proposing his plans, teasing me to see how I might 
react and whether or not I was really serious.

Ill have to think about this one for a while, he said with a tease to his 
tone, Sort of like my own personal genie except I only get one wish so I 
want it to be a good one.

While I had been worried about where this might lead to, if there was one 
good thing about this entire exchange it was that it seemed to excite Steve 
to where he was now super horny.  

I like it when my husband gets super horny!  I like even more what he does to 
me when he gets that way...


Chapter 4 - Steve Makes Arrangements For His Fantasy
====================================================

Steve never mentioned anything about his plans for the next couple of days.  
Somehow I resisted the urge to ask him anything as I knew there was no way he 
could have forgotten.  Steve may be forgetful about a lot of things, like 
taking out the garbage or picking up things at the store, but when it comes 
to anything about sex he has a photographic memory.  The things he comes up 
with sometime amaze me.  Its like he can list every blowjob Ive ever given 
him - time, location and where he came!

Whatever Steve was plotting I assumed would take place on a weekend. Doing 
anything on a week night other than Friday wouldnt give a lot of time as we 
both had to work the following morning.  Thus once I went to work on Monday 
morning I felt relatively safe from any surprises for the rest of the week.

Whats that saying about what happens when you assume something...?

Thursday afternoon was no different than most as my classes came to an end 
and I drove home.  I was feeling a little tired and looking forward to Friday 
coming and going so the weekend would arrive.  After a wonderfully warmer 
than normal March, the weather was back to a normal April which meant cold, 
damp and rainy.  Sitting in the car in my work clothes, for once I was almost 
happy to be wearing a long dress as it kept my legs warmer than having them 
exposed to the nasty weather.  Unfortunately even the cold and damp didn't 
help make a case when it came to the discomfort of having to wear a bra and 
panties all day.  At least Id be home soon and out of them!

When I pulled into our apartment parking lot I was surprised to see Steves 
truck.  Normally I was home for at least an hour or two before him so my 
first thought was that something must be wrong.  Was he sick?  Oh my god, he 
didn't lose his job, did he?   

Hmmmmmm, maybe he was plotting something?

I stepped into the apartment, bracing myself for a potential surprise 
greeting. 

Nothing.

Hmmmmmm, now where the heck was my hunky hubby?  The apartment was almost 
deadly quiet and for a moment my heart stopped.  Was he OK?  Had he come home 
and passed out on the bed?  Was something wrong?  If he was home then why 
hadnt he called out to me?

Setting down my purse and coat on a chair by the door, I kicked off my heels 
and called out, announcing that I was home but there was no answer.  Its not 
like our apartment was all that big.  While wed been offered free housing by 
both my Aunt Linda and Steves mom, I wasnt thrilled about either option.  
While my aunt was now living with my dad, my cousin Kristi was still living 
in her old house and while I dearly love my cousin I really didn't feel the 
need to deal with her and my husband every day!  As for staying with Marlene, 
shes my mother-in-law so what more do I need to say?  I love her dearly but 
live with her?  No.

I turned into the bedroom and almost jumped as there he was.  Steve was 
sitting on the bed with a small overnight bad next to him, grinning from ear 
to ear like a cat whod just had an entire pet store of canaries.  Hed 
already changed from his uniform into something more casual - jeans and a 
long-sleeved dress shirt.

Ready to go?

I just stared at him and crossed my arms as I assumed my best What the hell 
are you talking about? stance.

Lets go girl.  Get out of that granny outfit and lets hit the road.

Yeah, Steve absolutely HATED my work clothes.  For that matter he pretty much 
hated most any outfit that covered me more than necessary to keep from being 
arrested for indecent exposure and even then Im not sure he wouldnt mind 
THAT.  Talk about keeping your woman barefoot and in the kitchen, Steves 
idea of the ideal wife was naked and in the bed.  I did my best but I refused 
to run around the house nude.  He just had to be happy with me baring my butt 
at most although wearing one of his shirts unbuttoned seemed to be OK.

Well it might help if I had some idea what was going on? I huffed.

Sorry, you dont get to ask anything, he teased, Its time to pay up babe.  
Im sure I dont have to remind you about your lost bet, do I?

Ohhhhhhhhh, so THATs what it was all about.  But on a Thursday night?  What 
the heck was he planning for me?  The overnight bag had me concerned as it 
was still a school day tomorrow so staying overnight wasnt an option so far 
as I was concerned, not to mention I would need an outfit appropriate for 
work and that wouldnt fit into the bag, at least not without ending up so 
wrinkled as to be unwearable.

But...

Shush! he admonished me, Just get changed... hurry up, it really doesnt 
matter what you wear.

OK, so that was at least a hint.  Apparently I wasn't going to be wearing 
much during whatever he had planned as he couldn't have fit a lot into the 
small bag.  I wouldve loved to see what he had in it but he was protecting 
it like a mother bear would care for her cub.

Alright, give me a minute.  Can I at least shower?

No need... hurry up, were gonna be late!

Another hint - no shower required?  No what did THAT imply?  Was I going to 
be getting wet or did it mean Id be getting dirty or sweaty right away so it 
didn't matter if I started off clean or not?

Intrigued, I quickly stripped and pulled on a pair of jeans, a cami and a 
blouse over it.  A pair of anklets and sneakers and I was ready.  Or so I 
thought.

Tennis shoes? Steve whined.  

His response was totally predictable as I knew exactly what he wanted - me in 
heels.  God, he could be such a guy sometimes!  I once read an interview 
where an actress said that when she came home alone the FIRST thing she took 
off was her heels but when she came home with a man, the LAST thing she took 
off was her heels.  Back to the barefoot and in the kitchen thing, Steve 
would have wanted me naked wearing heels while I was in the kitchen.  Hes 
one of those guys that likes his women to wear heels to bed when they have 
sex.  Whatever!  If it makes him happy then usually I end up happy was well.

What the heck.  I kicked off the sneakers and tossed the socks in the corner.  
If he wanted heels then Id give him heels!  Reaching into the closet I 
pulled out a pair I hadnt worn for him in ages.  Sheesh, it was like putting 
on stilts!  They were probably the most uncomfortable pair of shoes Id ever 
owned but Steve loved them - six inch black stilettos with open toe and long 
straps that wrapped several time around my ankle.  All I had to say was that 
hed better be holding my arm tonight when we walked or I might break a leg!

Now THATs what Im talking about! he said approvingly.  

One thing about these heels was that I was almost as tall as he was when I 
wore them.  Still, it already felt like my feet and ankles were on fire but 
he was happy which meant I was too.  My calves stretched, upper thighs 
tightened and my butt pulled in - just why guys like it when a girl wears 
them. 

Steve helped me with my coat and even opened the door to his truck for me.  
As he pulled out of the parking lot I noted that he had an address already 
loaded in the GPS.  Now where the heck were we going that we needed the GPS 
to find it?

I knew that to would be useless to ask so I just kept my mouth shut and did 
my best not to give him any satisfaction from my overwhelming curiosity.  So 
many questions were running through my head.  What was he plotting for me to 
do?  Why didn't it matter what I was wearing?  Where were we going?  The GPS 
only gave the next turn and he pointedly refused to let me see the final 
destination or even the total miles to go.  Were me meeting someone?  Just 
one person?  A guy?  A woman?  A couple?  A group?  Was I going to have to be 
an exhibitionist or a voyeur?  How long was this going to last?  Would we 
both be involved?

Steve drove for what seemed forever as the GPS voice seductively gave 
directions (hed downloaded some womans voice that sounded like a 900 phone 
sex line operator).  When we finally exited there were a number of hotels, 
restaurants and gas stations - the typical expressway exit venues from what I 
could tell.  If you didnt look for the local signs youd be hard pressed to 
know where in the country you were as they all seemed to be the same.

You have reached your destination, the GPS slut proudly announced as Steve 
pulled into the parking lot for a large Holiday Inn.  My curiosity was really 
going to town now.  A Holiday Inn?  Not that they were all that bad but 
still, not exactly my first choice for a romantic getaway.

We checked in without any fuss.  When the clerk asked us if we needed help 
with any luggage, Steve simply thanked her and held up the small bag, 
informing her that everything we would need was in it.  Then he gave the 
young girl a devilish wink and nodded towards me.  The poor girl blushed and 
tried not to smile.  If she hadnt noticed the wedding rings she might have 
thought I was a hooker.  Heck, even if she HAD noticed the rings, she still 
might think so!

What do you say we check the place out first? Steve asked rhetorically, 
slipping the room keycard in his front shirt pocket.  What the heck, may as 
well I thought to myself.  Wed grabbed a bite to eat passing through a 
MacDonalds drive-thru window along the way but I couldve gone for a little 
more so with any luck maybe they would have a decent restaurant.  

To my stomachs unrest, Steve passed right by anything to do with food a he 
seemed to be following the signs to the pool.  It turned out that the pool 
was part of a large indoor area in the center of the hotel, surrounded by 
what must have been at least ten stories or more of rooms.  Each floor had a 
walkway that circled the pool area with the doors to the rooms leading off 
from it.  Several glass-enclosed elevators were located at intervals which 
allowed the people inside to look out over the pool area as they rode up to 
their floor.

Hey, theyve got a hot tub! Steve observed as he elbowed me playfully. 
What do you say we go up to our rooms, get changed and come back down to 
relax a bit?

I was about to say something about needing a suit but then he must have 
packed mine in the overnight bag - not that any of mine took up a lot of 
space.  I WAS curious as to which one hed chosen though.  Hopefully nothing 
TOO risqu as this wasnt exactly a couples-only resort given the hordes of 
noisy kids that were running all around.

The pool area was rather crowded with a number of families with kids.  Even 
the hot tub was in use with a few people lounging in it.  Not exactly the 
greatest setting for any fooling around although it wouldn't be the first 
time Steve and I had a little fun in a public setting.  However those times 
had been at the beach with rather opaque lake water, not in a clear pool or 
hot tub, at least not when they were as crowded as they were this evening.  
Still, I LOVE hot tubs so even if we just relaxed a little before heading 
back to the room for whatever Steve had up his sleeves, that would be fine 
with me.

Steve took my hand and we walked over to the elevator with the sign that was 
closest to our room number.  The clerk had written our room number on the 
paper slip over the key card and I saw it said 1126 so I guess that meant 
there were at least eleven floors.  As luck would have it, we were the only 
ones in the elevator when Steve pushed the button and the doors closed behind 
us.

So hows my sexy wife doing... are you good and horny? he teased him.  

I had my back to the outer glass wall as he reached under my coat and started 
to rub my breast through my clothes.  Although never one to turn away the 
attention of my husband, I couldn't help but glance behind me as the people 
got smaller.

That depends...  is there something I should be horny about?

Geeze Kelly, were at a nice hotel all alone in a glass elevator where 
everyone can see us, Im feeling up your tits and you dont know if theres 
anything to be horny about?

I giggled at his faux outrage.  You know damn well what I mean buster.  Are 
you going to continue to keep me in suspense or what?

Me? he said, pretending to be surprised at my accusation, Why I have no 
idea what youre talking about Kelly.

So that was how he was going to play it.  Well, something told me that he had 
been stalling since we arrived for some reason or another.  Yep, whatever it 
was would be waiting behind door number 2 - or should I said room number 
1126.  I had him all figured out...

We reached the floor just as Steve was starting to work his hand under my 
clothes.  The door opened and there were several people waiting so he quickly 
withdrew it and acted all innocent as if nothing had been happening behind 
the closed doors.  From some of the looks we were getting I dont think he 
was quite fast enough - or convincing.

We walked down the walkway, looking over the railing and keeping an eye on 
the people who were now so far below us.  Finally we made it to our room and 
Steve started to put the card into the slot but then pulled it back and 
looked at me in the eyes.

I love you, he murmured, leaning down to kiss me.  Our tongues met and for 
a few minutes we made out standing there in the walkway but it wasn't like 
anyone could really see us being up so high.  In any case we were just 
kissing, not like we were doing anything unsuitable for public consumption.

Ready? he said with a grin on his face as he unlocked the door. 

The little lights on the door lock went from red to green and I heard the 
lock unlatch.  Steve slowly opened the door and I held my breath to prepare 
myself for whatever it might be that was waiting for us inside.

Nothing.

Thats right, nothing happened.  The silence was deafening as they say as the 
door opened wide and Steve held it for me so I could enter first.

I walked in slowly, keeping an eye out for anyone that might suddenly pop out 
and try to surprise me.  I peeked into the bathroom but it was empty as well.  
Oh well, so much for THAT!

OK, so whats going on? I asked as I reached the middle of the room and 
turned around before taking a seat on the edge of one of the queen-sized beds 
that dominated the room.

Steve kept up the faade, raising up his hands and pretending to be 
perplexed.  Come on Kelly, I have no idea what youre talking about. Just 
look around if you dont believe me.

Well, there WAS something - a dozen roses on the table along with a bottle of 
wine and a card.  Like THAT was a big surprise worthy of all wed already 
gone through.  Not that I didn't appreciate them but it was already almost 
7:00 and it was a school night.  I politely smelled the roses and slowly 
opened the card without ripping the envelope.  I smiled to myself... typical 
guy card; all flowers and such with a simple Love, Steve at the end.  He 
must have put a lot of time into this one... NOT!

Still, I knew better than to think this was just some romantic getaway 
involving just the two of us.  What was going on inside my husbands handsome 
head?

Well, not that THAT is over, ready to hit the hot tub?

Steve was already reaching into the overnight bag and pulled out his trunks 
along with my bikini.  It turned out to be one of my older ones, bright pink 
with silver sequins.  The top tied up behind my neck and back halter style.  
While it wasn't one of most revealing bikinis by any means it was more so 
than anything Id seen on anyone else during my quick inspection earlier 
downstairs at the pool.

Steve started stripping without waiting for my response.  Feeling my face 
grow warm, I took a breath as his boxers lowered to reveal his wonderful 
delicious dick.  Mmmmmmm, I dont think I will EVER get tired of looking at 
it as it hung down limp from its nest of thick dark pubic hair.  Steves was 
the first real dick Id ever had for my own and despite the hundreds that 
Ive sucked and fucked in the ensuing years it will always be my most 
memorable and favorite.

Are you sure you want to go downstairs? I asked seductively as I reached 
for my dick.  Thats how I thought of it... it was MY dick, especially now 
that I wore a ring on my finger.

Down girl! he teased me, treating me like I was a horny dog trying to hump 
his leg, You can have as much of THAT as you want when we get back to the 
room but Ive been looking forward to the hot tub all the way here.

Somewhat dejected at his rejection of my attention, I undressed and put on my 
bikini as he watched me impatiently.

Sheesh, why does it take girls so long to put on so little?

Men!  Always in a rush.  Well, if he wasn't going to let me in on what the 
REAL story was here, then I wasn't about to rush things along.

Steve grabbed a couple of towels from the bathroom but I just draped mine 
over my neck.  Really, what was the sense in wearing a revealing bikini if 
you werent going to let people see you in it?

On the trip down the elevator we weren't alone this time.  Well, we were to 
at first but the elevator stopped abruptly just as it was getting started, 
opening up at the tenth floor.  In walked another couple dressed much the 
same as us.  They even looked to be about the same age.  He was quite a hunk 
while his wife (judging by the rings they wore) was built with a HUGE chest 
and a naughty string thong.  Well, so much for me wearing the skimpiest 
bikini at the pool.  I felt positively Amish!

Her husband was definitely giving me the once-over and I noticed she seemed 
to be positioning herself for maximum cleavage exposure for Steve.  Suddenly 
my heart started to race.  This was WAY too much to be just a coincidence.  
Was this the couple wed be swapping with?  Here I had been thinking it had 
something to do with the bet but it was just another swap opportunity.  I 
don't mean anything by saying just.  ANY swap is fun but it wasnt at all 
what Id been expecting.

Then I noticed the guy had pushed the button for another floor.  Reading the 
engraving next to the button, I deduced that they were heading for the spa 
rather than the pool or hot tub.  Sure enough, the elevator stopped short of 
the pool floor and they got off without a word.  Well, so much for THAT idea.  

In a few more seconds we were at the pool level.

Now THAT was what I call a rack! Steve gushed as we headed for the hot tub 
area.  

In response I elbowed him in the ribs.  He knew better.  If theres one thing 
Im sensitive about when it comes to my body its my boobs.  OK, so they 
werent all that bad anymore but all through high school Id been one of the 
smaller girls and it was a continual source of embarrassment.

The pool was still crammed full of kids and so far as I was concerned we 
could stay a mile away.  They were jumping in and out, screaming and laughing 
as they created a din that echoed in the enclosed building.  Not quite the 
mood for what I was hoping for this evening.  

Any hopes of having the hot tub to ourselves were similarly dashed. There was 
a couple already in along with what looked to be their teenage sons.  I was 
guessing they were in their late thirties or early forties while the boys 
looked to be maybe thirteen or fourteen.  Oh well, at least they seemed to be 
behaving themselves.  Interestingly, they looked to be identical twins, both 
with the same long blonde hair, freckled faces and lean bodies.

Mind if we join? Steve greeted them.

The guy looked somewhat annoyed at the interruption which I thought was quite 
rude.  After all, it WAS a public Jacuzzi. He said something I couldn't make 
out to his wife and got out of the Jacuzzi, grabbing his towel and heading 
for the elevator.

Sorry, didn't mean to upset your husband, I apologized as I lowered myself 
in slowly near the woman, staying opposite her boys.

Him? she guffawed, No, I should be thanking you for scaring him off.  The 
jerk was hitting on me.  Can you imagine the nerve?  I mean right in front of 
my sons!

Steve got in next to me, choosing to sit between the two of us.  Id noticed 
the look hed given her when he was standing up getting a good view down the 
top of the loose two-piece bathing suit she was wearing.  After hearing her 
remarks about the last guy trying hit on her, I wondered if hed heard her as 
well and gotten the message?

Apparently not as Steve quickly introduced us to Marge and she then got the 
attention of her two boys who were talking about something or another.  The 
Jacuzzi was pretty big and with the noise of the pumps and jets it was 
impossible to make out what John and Jacob were saying.

For the first five minutes or so we just sat there and enjoyed the warmth of 
the jets.  The boys got out as soon as the introductions were over, heading 
over to the drinking fountains and whatever else had their attention, leaving 
the three of us alone.

I was starting to zone out as the heat relaxed me.  That only lasted a short 
while until I felt Steves hand between my thighs, working his way quickly up 
to my crotch.  He wasn't wasting any time!  Before I knew it he had pushed my 
bottoms to the side and was fingering my pussy.

Steve! I hissed at him, nodding my head deliberately toward Marge.

What? She doesnt mind, Steve said with a grin and thats when I noticed he 
had his other hand at the same angle but in the direction of HER crotch 
instead.  Naughty boy!

Indeed, Marge wasn't having any issues at all.  If anything, she seemed to 
have her own hand where it didn't belong - in my husbands lap.  Well, I 
wasnt about to be outdone so I reached over myself only to find she already 
had his stiff cock in her hand.  All this was going on with people not more 
than ten or twenty feet away, not to mention her sons.  The Jacuzzi wasn't 
exactly in the traffic pattern which helped, but it still wasn't hiding 
behind a screen either.

Just as I was about to escalate things a bit (how I wasn't sure but there had 
to be SOMETHING that would work) when John and Jacob returned, dropping their 
towels on the floor and slowly lowering themselves into the water again.  
This time though, instead of taking up residence at the opposite side of the 
Jacuzzi, one went to the side of me while the other went to the side opposite 
his mom.  Which was which I had no idea!

Jacob? I asked.

Noooooo, Im John, thats Jacob over by mom, he corrected me.  I could only 
take his word for it and besides, what difference did it make? 

John had scooted over a little close to me, close enough that it was more 
than what I wouldve expected in a public situation such as this.  Jacob was 
practically shoulder to shoulder with his mom but then it WAS his mom, not a 
married woman hed only met a few moments earlier.

All the while Steve had kept his hand in my crotch which I found to be quite 
erotic, especially now with this kid right next to me who didn't have a clue 
what was going on.  Had he known Im sure it would have fueled more than few 
masturbation sessions later this evening.  From what I could tell, the other 
two hadnt slacked off either.  I had my hand on Steves dick now with 
Marges hand playing with his balls.

It was right then that I felt another hand on me.  I looked to the right and 
sure enough, horny little John was grinning as he had his hand on my upper 
thigh.  For the moment I ignored him, intrigued as to what his intentions 
were.

I wasn't sure if Steve knew what was going on under the froth but for 
whatever reason he pulled his hand from my pussy and put his arm around my 
shoulder with his hand just under my boob.  Was he feeling too shy to fool 
around me with this kid next to me?  If so, that would be a first as Steve 
was NEVER shy about feeling me up in public, and in a lot more public 
situations than this.

No sooner had Steve removed his hand from my crotch than John made his move, 
pushing his hand in between my legs and going my pussy. That was when I 
realized what Steves true intentions had been.  He had been signaling to 
John that it was OK to feel up his wife!

Steve? I asked him, looking him in the eyes.  His answer was just a huge 
grin and I knew in that instant what was going on.  Id been set up!

Got you this time! Steve crowed triumphantly.

Steve turned to Marge and she just nodded her head.  The two of them got up, 
motioning to the rest of us to join them.  We moved over to a table and 
chairs nearby and took our seats while Steve explained to me what was going 
on.

To sum it up without dragging things out, Steve had gone to my Aunt Linda for 
advice on how to deal with my lost bet issue.  Of course by involving my 
aunt that meant the odds were it would involve something weird and perverted.  
She immediately had a proposition for him.  Apparently she had become friends 
with Marge at a recent party and even enjoyed the expertise of her two twin 
sons herself.  Marge was happily married and at the time hed been off doing 
some young thing himself as they hadnt been blessed with a daughter.  

Marge had gotten involved with her boys when they were just twelve after 
finding the usual porn on their computer and the stained sheets and 
underwear.  An incest girl herself, having been involved with her father and 
most of her family since childhood, it didn't take much for her to approach 
her sons and offer to make their wet dreams come true.  I guess when it comes 
to starting incest, theres not as much angst over boys as there is girls as 
its not like theyre breaking a hymen.

Marge and her husbands were swingers and theyd heard rumors about the family 
parties in the area so she started to drop some hints with people about how 
she was now involved with her sons and her husband wished they had a 
daughter, that sort of thing.  It wasn't long before they were invited to 
their first party, bringing along their entry p[ass - their two preteen sons.  
They fit right in (pun intended) and in the past year or so had become quite 
active in the family party scene.

When my Aunt Linda had met Marge, Marge was thinking about doing something 
different with her boys besides the group party scene but hadnt made up her 
mind yet.  Her sons were only thirteen so it wasnt like she could get away 
with public dating or that sort of thing.   Nothing was settled and over 
time she and my aunt became close friends.

When Steve came to her with his dilemma, Aunt Linda immediately thought of 
Marge and her boys and knew instantly it was the perfect solution to 
everyones problem.  She quickly contacted Marge who also agreed it was 
just the sort of thing shed been starting to think about.  Plans were made 
and next thing anyone knew, Steve and I were meeting them in the Jacuzzi.


Chapter 5 - Getting Started in the Jacuzzi
==========================================

When Steve had finished, I just sat there trying to take it all in.  I looked 
at the two boys sitting next to each other, both of them staring at me the 
way a hungry coyote would view a wandering chicken.  They made no effort to 
hide their interest in me and where that interest lay - my boobs at the 
moment.  I suppressed a grin when I thought to myself and wondered if they 
even knew what my hair color was?

So whats the plan? I asked.

Steve kept doing all the talking.  Well, I hate to waste this Jacuzzi so why 
not hang around here a bit and then head up to the room?

He couldn't fool me, not any longer.  Any thoughts he might be having about 
the Jacuzzi had nothing to do with relaxing!  Seeing the looks on the boys 
faces, I doubted they were thinking about laying back against any of the jets 
any time soon, at least not unless I was sucking their dicks (not that THAT 
was going to happen, at least not here.)

We all got back up and slipped in the hot water again as Steve reset the 
timer.  The boys and me took one side while Steve and Marge took the other.  
Nobody had actually stated that this was the way it would be but it was 
pretty obvious what the intentions were.  I tried to see if I could detect 
any discernible difference between the two young boys that were on each side 
of me now but it was useless to even try.  It was like they had both been 
cast from the exact same mold. 

John? I asked the one to my right.

Jacob! he laughed as he corrected me. Assuming that is, that he was telling 
me the truth and not just messing with me.

Thats when I decided the heck with it.  Who cared which was which?  I would 
call one of the John and the other Jacobi and not worry about it anymore. 

Give me your bottoms, Jacob demanded.  Wow, pretty forceful for a kid whod 
only celebrated one birthday with teen in it.  Still, I wasn't going to be 
THAT easy for him.

You want em, you take em, I bargained.

Jacob just shrugged and dipped down.  Next thing I knew he was sliding my 
bikini off my bottom, down my legs and then held them triumphantly in his 
hand.

Look mom! he called over to Marge, holding up my bikini bottoms like a wet 
pink trophy. 

Marge admonished him saying, You know better than that Jacob.  Were not at 
the club so you have to be a little more respectful here.

Jacob didn't seem to bothered by her scolding him but he did lower his hand 
under water so anyone walking by wouldn't see that I was bottomless sitting 
between two boys less than half my age.

Meanwhile Steve and Marge were getting to know one another better, kissing 
and making out like two teens in the backseat of their parents minivan.  The 
boys didn't seem to care what their mom was doing, all they wanted was me!

Reaching down under the water, I put one hand in each boys lap and was duly 
rewarded by the feel of two equally enlarged dicks.  To my surprise, somehow 
in the blink of an eye theyd both remove their suits as well and were now 
totally naked next to me.  Anyone walking by would be able to tell but Lord 
help us if anyone happened to stop by and joined us...

As if on cue, thats just what happened!  An older couple stepped up to the 
edge and asked Steve if they could join us.  I guess they assumed he must be 
in charge as he was clearly the oldest male.  

Like what COULD Steve say?  Ummmmm, no, sorry, Im getting ready to screw 
this older wife and mother here while my wife is having sex with her two 
thirteen year-old twin sons?

Marge scooted over towards John leaving plenty of room for our intruders to 
make themselves at home and indeed they did.

So where you all from? the older woman asked, apparently feeling the need 
to involve us in conversation.

Pittsburgh area, Steve answered and I waited, curious to what Marge would 
say. 

Ohhhhh, were from out of town, was all she volunteered.

Your boys? the guys asked, looking at me.  Like come on!!  Most people 
guessed my age to be several years younger so what did he think I did, have 
kids when I was in grade school?

No, thats our mom, Jacob chimed in, pointing to his mom with the same hand 
he was holding my bikini bottoms with.  

He quickly realized what hed done and dunked it under water but the damage 
had been done.  I think the guy missed but his wife certainly hadnt.  Her 
eyes bored into my suspiciously and I knew she wanted more than anything to 
ask me to stand up.  My pussy actually tingled as I felt even more excited to 
be sitting there bare bottomed in front of the two of them. 

Lets go, she said to her husband, her eyes never leaving mine.

Whats the hurry honey?  We just got here, her husband asked.

I SAID, lets go... NOW! she said even more forcefully, practically 
dragging him to his feet.  They got out as the husband seemed clueless as to 
what was going on. 

They walked off but after about ten feet the woman said something to her 
husband and she came back alone.  She looked around at all of us as if trying 
to figure out just what was happening.  Then she pointed a finger at me and 
said in a terse voice, You are a very sick, perverted person and Im going 
to report you to the authorities.

With that she stalked off.  For a moment we all just stared at one another 
and then Steve started to laugh, followed by Marge.  The boys didn't seem to 
quite catch what was so funny and I certainly wasn't laughing.

Give me back my bottoms, I said firmly.  Jacob must have been able to read 
the anxiety in my voice as he immediately handed them to me without any 
smart-aleck accompaniment and I slipped them on. 

Steve, I think wed better go, I said nervously, What if she really does 
tell someone?

Tell them what?  She didn't actually SEE anything? Steve protested.  He had 
his hands back to where it looked like he was grabbing Marges boobs and I 
could tell that he wasn't thrilled about letting go. 

Shes right Steve, Marge said, taking up my side, Besides, the room would 
be so much easier, don't you agree?

Easy wasn't Steves primary goal when it came to stuff like this.  Fear and 
lust were his driving impulses and anything that made it more risky or 
dangerous was alright by him.  Marge was having none of it though.

Well, whatever.  The boys and I are heading to the room, right guys?

For a moment I thought the two of them might stay but then Marge rearranged 
her top and they got out along with us.

Once in the elevator, I turned to Marge and apologized.

Sorry, I just didn't trust that bitch.

Marge smiled and then leaned over to kiss me quickly on the lips.  Not your 
fault Kelly.  If my boy hadnt waved your bikini bottom around like a flag 
nobody wouldve been the wiser.

Poor Jacob, he looked so dejected.  Ignoring the glass walls, I reached over 
and rubbed his dick over his wet suit.

Dont worry, I know you didnt mean anything bad.

As we walked to the room with the boys running ahead, I couldn't help but 
think to myself, what the hell am I getting myself into?  Then I thought of 
my on-line friend.  If she could only see me now!


Chapter 6 - Back In the Room
============================

Dont get on the beds before you take off those wet suits! Marge called out 
to her sons as they hurried to be the first inside.

Our room had two queen-sized beds which unfortunately neither of which had 
been disturbed much until now.  The boys claimed the one closest to the 
window, dropping their soaking wet suits on the floor carpeting before they 
jumped on top of the bed.  Well, their mom hadnt told them WHAT to do with 
them so naturally they didn't think about such things.

A mothers work is never done, Marge sighed as she picked up their suits 
from the floor and took them in the bathroom to hang over the shower curtain.  

For whatever reason I wasnt quite as anxious to strip down yet so I just 
laid my towel out over the couch (more like a love seat) and sat down, 
waiting to see what would happen next.  It was hard not to stare at the two 
young boys now nude on the bed as they bounced around on their hands and 
knees with excess energy, their small dicks flopping free.

Soooooo, what do you think? Steve asked as he sat down next to me.

It was really the first chance wed had to discuss the situation.  Down at 
the hot tub everything had gone so quickly and publicly that there wasn't an 
opportunity to really discuss it between the two of us.  Marge took a spot on 
a chair that she had moved over next to us but just sat there for the moment 
listening.

Not really sure, I stalled.

Oh cmon, dont pretend this doesnt turn you on, he teased me, reaching 
down between my legs to press his hand against my crotch, I read what you 
wrote to those women about those twins that get you so worked up.  Isnt this 
what you wanted?

He had me dead to rights.  It was one of those things where you want 
something bad but you know you shouldnt do it.  I mean like what girl 
wouldn't want to have twin boys at her disposal, especially two cuties like 
John and Jacob?  Then again, they WERE just thirteen so theres the issue of 
appropriate age but with their mom sitting right next to me its not like I 
felt like some pervert waving candy from an open van door outside the school 
parking lot.  Finally, according to their mom they werent lacking in 
experience so it wasn't like I would be leading them astray or anything 
immoral.

So what does your husband think of something like this? I turned and asked 
Marge.  It not only had the effect of changing the subject but it was 
something I was actually curious to know the answer.  Why isnt he with you 
guys today?

Marge looked at Steve as if she was wondering why such a question would come 
up. Then she shrugged and answered, I guess I was given the idea that he 
wasn't what you were interested in.  Hes not exactly the type to just stand 
by and watch you know.  Now if you guys had a young daughter...

She let that last point trail off which made her point.  I guess it sort of 
made sense.  From what I gathered so far, Marge and Steve would be pairing 
off leaving me with the boys.  Not exactly the sort of scenario for her 
husband to fit in.

Thoughts of a situation similar to this came to mind.  I recalled back when 
we met with a father and his daughter where the mother wasnt there.  The 
difference was that it didn't seem like she was all that enthused with what 
was going on plus her father claimed that while he enjoyed watching his 
preteen daughter having sex, he didn't do it with her at home. 

Pardon me for asking this all again but I just need to be sure, I started 
out, reaching my hand out and putting it on Marges leg to try to convey that 
I wasnt being intrusive or judgmental, But you really DO have sex with your 
boys?

Marge smiled at me and nodded.  Yes, as I said before downstairs, it was 
about a year ago now when we first did it.  My husband and I have been 
involved with other families so it wasnt my first time with boys their age 
but I have to tell you, doing it with your own son puts it in an entirely 
different perspective.  Parties are so... I dont know how to say this... 
impersonal?  Laying in bed in the morning and having them jump in and beg to 
have sex with me is like a mothers dream come true.

And you did it with your father too?

She nodded again. I noticed the boys were sitting still now, listening to us.  
I had to think theyd heard this all before but they seemed curious. 

I was twelve the first time we had sex but it started long before then.  I 
was the youngest of three daughters and I was anxious to follow in my 
sisters footsteps but my mom had strict rules about that sort of thing.  Our 
entire family were nudists and everyone was open when it came to sex and 
sharing.  After my dad I was pretty much open season for the rest of the guys 
in the family I guess you could say.

She giggled at that and I could just imagine some of the stories she had to 
tell me but those would have to wait for another time, if ever.

So how is this going to work? I said, turning to Steve.  There didn't seem 
to be any sense in dragging this out any further although I would have loved 
to have dinner with Marge and hear more about her life.  It sounded 
fascinating!

Steve looked at Marge who seemed to be the one in control.  She just shrugged 
and held up her hand in the direction of the bed with the two naked boys 
laying out on it.

They look ready to me so I guess its up to you Kelly.  Go for it!

It was an unusual situation for me.  Normally I never felt awkward or shy 
about having sex with someone regardless of the circumstances.  Still, I was 
feeling a little tentative as everything had been planned out for me and now 
it was like I was expected to perform. 

Then I looked at the bed and my pussy suddenly felt like someone had lit it 
with a match.  God they were so cute and HOT.  They both had erections now, 
nothing even close to what Steve could produce but that just made it all the 
more erotic for me.

This wouldn't be the first time I would have sex with boys this age but as 
Marge had said, doing it in the crazy open atmosphere of family parties 
kills any sense of intimacy.  While these wouldn't be my own sons of course, 
it was still a much more personal situation.  Granted, their mothers and my 
husband would be there a well but I had a feeling the two of them would have 
other things on their minds before long.

Standing up, I let go of Steves hand and faced the pair on the bed.

Well, are you guys just gonna sit there or are you gonna undress me?

Not as there was all that much to undress but still, why not let them do the 
work.  I looked at the two of them, trying to see if there was anything that 
I could use to tell the two of them apart.  They each had the same haircut, 
the same facial features and from what I could tell, even the same sized 
dicks.  Neither of them had any tattoos or other markings or piercings.  At 
the moment, they even seemed to have the same fetishes as they started to 
argue over who would take off what.  From what I could tell they were both 
intent on removing my bottoms.

It was a silly way to get started so I took control.  Reaching back for my 
purse, I pulled out my lipstick and tossed it in between them.  They battled 
for it and one of them held it up triumphantly.

OK, and you are...?

John identified himself quickly, sitting up straight on his knees.  I almost 
giggled at the sight of his erection standing out so hard and stiff.  It was 
curved up such that the head was pointed to the ceiling like a missile 
sitting on a furry launch pad.  Mmmmmmm, if it was a heat seeking missile it 
would be headed straight for my horny pussy not long from now.

I reached over and grabbed the lipstick from him and before he realized what 
I was doing, I put a short horizontal line right in the middle of his 
forehead. 

There... now I can tell which is which.

With that I told John, since he had to deal with the lipstick on his head, 
that he could remove my bottoms while Jacob was in charge of top removal 
duties.  Neither of them seemed to have any problem with my proposal and 
before I knew it two pair of hands were fumbling with my bikini and in a 
matter of seconds I was standing in the middle of the room between the beds 
totally nude.  I looked over at my husband who seemed more amused than 
anything by my aggressive start with the boys.  Marge wasn't even paying 
attention as her attention seemed more focused on my husband.

Wow, how many times had I dreamed about something like this.  Well, maybe 
never anything quite like THIS but I mean more about me getting it on with 
two young twin boys.  I always loved it when my on-line friends would write 
me and give me all the details of their last adventures with their twins, one 
of which was their mom.  Both of those boys were proud to be motherfuckers 
- especially given the numbers of mothers they were fucking.  It wasn't just 
their own family and inner circle of friends but now included the mothers of 
their girlfriends!  So now it was finally MY turn.  OK, so it wasn't the two 
Id been writing and fantasizing about but beggars cant be choosers...

From what I gathered from what Marge had said, the boys experience was 
pretty big in terms of numbers, especially when you took into account their 
age and amount of time since they started having sex, but not necessarily 
that broad when it came to variety and options.  Face it, a sex party is a 
sex party no matter how many you do.  Thats one of the reasons Id never 
been all that enthused about going to Beths sex parties.  Sure the themes 
and faces would change but it didn't take long for a been there done that 
feeling to rise.

Seeing as I was the adult - more than twice their age in fact, I felt like it 
was my responsibility to get the ball (balls?) moving yet at the same time I 
want to get the full pleasured experience.  First things first though...

Get off the bed and help me take off this comforter, I instructed my naked 
harem.

They both looked at me with a what the hell is she doing look so I 
explained.

Havent you guys ever watched those 20-20 shows where they take black lights 
into hotel rooms and check them out for sexual leftovers?

They didn't seem to understand a word I was saying so I continued, Besides 
everything else they find, the absolute worst thing in every hotel room is 
the comforter on the bed.  I wont lay on one of those creepy things if my 
life depended on it!

I looked over at Marge and she nodded approvingly.  Steve didnt seem to get 
it but he was a guy and as such I dont think he would have cared if an orgy 
had just taken place on the comforter the hour before with every guys cum 
dripping all over it.  Ugh!

The sheets at least like looked theyd been washed so I laid down on my back 
in the middle of the bed on my back with my head propped up by a pair of 
pillows. 

Dinner is served boys...

It was like being the Queen of the Nile as my two young man-servants lavished 
me with their kisses and touches.  Actually, neither of them seemed the 
slightest bit interested in kissing me on the lips.  Like I would have 
expected for boys their age, their attention was far more focused on two 
other locations - my boobs and my pussy.  While their mouths descended on my 
nipples and clit, their hands went to work fondling and groping me as much as 
they could reach.

Jacob started on my breasts, kneeling to the side of me and heading straight 
for the closest nipple as his hands cupped my boob and squeezed it.  Hed 
obviously been given instruction as he knew just how to make it feel good, 
starting with gentle tugs with his teeth and then sucking the whole nipple 
into his mouth as his tongue played with it.  He licked my breast all over, 
wetting it with his saliva and then rubbing his cheek against it almost like 
a cat rubbing against you as it purrs.  Meanwhile, his hands split up with 
one going for my other breast while the other moved up and started running 
his fingers through my hair.

At the same time his brother had pushed my legs apart and settled down on his 
stomach with his knees bent and feet up in the air as his arms pushed under 
my thighs and then wrapped around me with his hands on my lower torso.  His 
arms served to lift my bare butt up off the bed a few inched and with my legs 
so wide apart he was rewarded with the perfect view of my shaved wet pussy.  
Wasting no time, his tongue started to run up and down my slit and then he 
expertly found my clit and used his tongue to stimulate it.

I moaned - loudly.  Like, what else was I going to do?  With them both 
literally attacking me it was hard enough to breathe let alone say anything 
intelligent or even coherent. I laid my head back into the soft pillow, 
closed my eyes, and just let them do the work.  Yeah, like it was WORK for 
them.

I heard something to the side, like voices or giggling.  Turning my heads, I 
could just make out my husband and Marge getting in the bed next to mine.  
Both were naked and from what I could tell, they were taking things a little 
more slowly as they lay together in each others arms, kissing and fondling 
each other.  Seemed as though things were going well for them at least.

Personally, I could have just laid there like this all night.  He may have 
only been thirteen but John was better at licking pussy than the vast 
majority of men Id been with, some of them quite experienced.  John was 
relentless with his tongue and lips as I felt my first orgasm arrive.

Oh yeah! I groaned out loudly as my back arched up and my legs straightened 
out towards the end of the bed.  Don't stop... dont you DARE stop now! I 
encouraged them both actually.  

I don't think Ive ever cum just from someone playing with my boobs but there 
was no denying that paying attention to them while licking my pussy was a 
guaranteed orgasm enhancement.

My pussy felt like a river was flowing from it as pussy cum gushed over the 
teen boys face.  He eagerly licked it keeping me clean and ready for more.  
I couldn't wait for whatever was going to happen.

I didn't have to wait long...

Something was pushing against my face.  Opening my eyes again, not two inches 
in front of my face was the sight Id been waiting - a HARD thirteen year-old 
dick.  Jacob had moved up next to my face, still on his knees as he held his 
rigid dick beside my mouth.  There was NO doubt as to what he wanted.  Not 
that it was anything different than what I wanted!

For as moment I hesitated.  Was he waiting for me to say something?  I knew 
for a fact that EVERY man loved to hear a woman say, Let me suck your dick, 
or the granddaddy of them all, Fuck me!

There was no need to worry.  Neither of these two seemed to have a shy bone 
in their body, that was for sure.  They didnt need encouragement or the 
slightest push to do something.  Whatever they wanted, they just did it.  I 
suppose that once they started having sex that every woman lavished them with 
praise and allowed them to do most anything so they had undoubtedly learned 
that when it came to sex, if they wanted it all they had to do was take it. 

I looked Jacob in the eye as I opened my mouth wide and turned my head 
towards him.  That was all he needed as he pushed the head of his small dick 
between my lips and into my mouth.  God, it felt so small after sucking on my 
husband or fathers cock! No worries about deep-throating as it was easy to 
take him all in as he leaned in towards me.

My mouth wasn't the only hole getting attention.  Id been too distracted by 
the dick in my mouth to pay as much attention to what John was doing further 
down there.  He didn't need a bullhorn to get my attention as he began to 
push his little red-haired dick into my pussy.  Damn, talk about going right 
for it!

With Jacob kneeling by my face and John fucking me I had no idea what was 
going on in the neighboring bed, not that I really cared at the moment.  
Steve was a big boy and he could take care of himself without me hovering.

Id died and gone to heaven... it was what Id only fantasized about in the 
past - two kids barely out of grade school, each with their dicks planted 
inside me while their mom was fucking my husband just a few feet away.  Any 
second thoughts or guilty feelings were pushed far away with no signs of 
recovery any time soon.

Thirteen years old, hormones raging, horny as heck, an older woman (at least 
in context of their age)... it wouldve been more of a surprise had they 
lasted more than a few minutes the first round.  As it was Jacob came first, 
not even asking if he could cum in my mouth but just letting it fly as soon 
as he was ready.  Id barely swallowed it when John started pumping his own 
load of sperm deep inside of me, at least as deep as his four inch dick could 
reach.

You have to love a young teen boy.  Memories of Steve back when he was 
sixteen came flooding back as I remembered how he could fuck me literally all 
night without having to pause to recover.  Even though he was only 29 now, 
the ability to keep hard after cumming was already beginning to wane.  It was 
still no big deal after the first time and often even the second.  But three 
and four?  THAT had eluded him starting a year or so ago. Not so John and 
Jacob!

No sooner had John shot his last load in me than the two of them switched 
without saying a word.  It seemed like someone had hit the rewind button for 
a do-over as they both began to fuck me again.  This time it took a few 
minutes longer but once again I was flooded with a double load of sperm - one 
in my mouth and the other in my pussy.

Had I not known that they both had cum twice now in the space of fifteen 
minutes, I would never have believed it.  I couldn't remember a time when Id 
had so much cum dumped in me in such a short time - or at least when only two 
guys were involved.

Taking a look at the bed next to us, I saw Steve and Marge were having a good 
time with her now riding Steve as she leaned over him to let her boobs drop 
into his face so he could suck them.  His hands were planted firmly on her 
exposed ass (one of his favorite places to have them) as he rocked her back 
on forth on his dick which had to be buried in her pussy as it certainly 
wasnt in sight. 

Marges hair was hanging down which kept me from seeing her face but I could 
just make out him watching what I was doing with her sons.  That didn't 
surprise me knowing my husband but I couldn't help but wonder how Marge would 
feel if she knew Steve was doing her more out of obligation than desire.  Oh 
sure he had to be enjoying fucking her, what guy doesnt like ANY pussy he 
can get?  Still, I knew Steves preferences for younger pussy - MUCH younger 
than her and no doubt he was wishing she had twin daughters instead.  The 
only older women - and by that I mean over thirty, that I knew Steve actively 
sought out for sex were my mom and her sister.  Like what guy doesnt want to 
fuck his wifes mother not to mention doing sisters - especially when the 
sister was his wifes aunt.

Even over thirty was pushing it for Steve.  While I hadnt realized this 
while we were dating and going to parties with girls around my age, he really 
would be happy if all he had were young teenage girls, even some at the 
preteen stage provided they were mature enough for sex.  It drove my cousin 
Kristi nuts that Steve preferred having sex with her mother than her as at 25 
she was almost twice the age that really turned him on.  Then again, I knew 
her background as a prostitute turned Steve off as well although neither of 
us had ever mentioned a word of that to Kristi or even her mom for that 
matter.

It made me feel a little proud to know that even with a horny housewife and 
mother of two mounted on his dick like a Coney dog, his attention was focused 
on me more than her.  Steve LOVED watching me having sex with other men and 
to see me getting it on with these two young twins had to be one for the 
highlight reel for him.  It was a little odd for me in that seeing him having 
sex with Marge didn't really turn me on at all but yet he got so hot watching 
me being fucked.  Maybe I owed him a little show...

My turn now boys, I announced to their surprise as I sat up and then turned 
over onto my knees.

I maneuvered them until they were laying side by side on the bed, legs 
straight out and hands to their side.   It was a delicious sight indeed - two 
thirteen year old studs with their tiny dicks still stiff as trees growing 
out of their still sparse pubic hair.  Other than between their legs and on 
their heads they didn't have hardly any sign of real hair which only made 
them seem even younger.

Kneeling between them, I sat back on my heels and reached to each side and 
grabbed onto their dicks, one in each hand, and started stroking them.  They 
felt so small compared to my husbands cock and I can't really say hes all 
that incredibly well endowed.  Both of them were warm to the touch and 
slippery with cum.

Do you guys like a girl to suck your dicks? I asked.  

Yeah, it was a stupid question because what guy in his right mind would ever 
say no.  Still, it was more because I wanted to hear them say it out loud.

They both nodded eagerly but that didn't satisfy me.  I can't hear you! I 
teased them as I tugged on their erect dicks a little harder.

Yeah! said the one with the lipstick.  Jacob quickly followed with a HELL 
yeah!, obviously trying to impress me with his adult vocabulary.

Who first?

This time I didn't have to encourage an outburst as they both tried to outdo 
the other to beg me to suck their dicks.  Did it really matter?  Well, not to 
me as so far as I could see - and feel, they were both exactly the same.  
Thus I made a scientific-based decision - I was right-handed so I would such 
the one in my right hand first.

Leaning over I took Jacobs dick in my both as I maintained my hold on 
Johns.  I could still taste my pussy on him and the residue of his cum.  I 
gave him a few head bobs and then turned my attention to the left and did the 
same for John. 

Back and forth I went between my pair of young dicks.  Each time I tried to 
stay a little longer before I went back to the other, slowly building up 
their desire even more each time.  Between the two of them I must have sucked 
their dicks for close to a half hour, making sure I would quit each time just 
in time to keep them from cumming.  That didn't prevent their precum from 
flowing though and they were each oozing a flood.

Finally I went just a hair too far with John and I could feel him getting 
ready to cum.  I had learned a LONG time ago that once that boulder starts 
rolling down the hill theres no stopping it so I turned my full attention to 
his groin and waited for the inevitable.

John groaned in his high-pitched tone and I felt his hips lifting up off the 
bed as he started to cum in my mouth.  Damn, the kid STILL had a decent load 
left for me!  Talk about a sperm factory, his balls must have been working 
overtime. 

With a mouthful of his brothers cum, I turned back to Jacob.  Leaning over 
his dick I spit his brothers cum down over his erection and used it like 
lotion to lubricate my hand around his hard cock.  The I licked up one side 
and then the other to clean it back off again before taking him in my mouth.

Oh that feels good! Jacob cried out as he filled my mouth with more cum.  

This time I swallowed it down and then sat back up again on my heels, licking 
my lips seductively and spitting out a little remaining cum between my lips 
and then sucking it back in again.

Damn, Id never expected anything like this when Steve came home and 
surprised me!!


Chapter 7 - Unexpected Pairing
==============================

This time the boys dicks finally showed some signs of being human and 
dropped a little bit but they never went totally flaccid.  I figured it 
wouldn't take my effort to get them hard again and already I was planning out 
which position I wanted them to fuck me in next.  It seemed that their mom 
had other ideas...

Nice job Kelly! I heard her call out to me as I turned my attention back to 
them.  Apparently Steve had cum but from the looks of it hed sprayed her 
boobs and face.  Damn it, Id somehow missed that and I knew Steve wasn't 
exactly one for cumming quietly.  Guess I must have been busy...

Why dont you come over here for a moment, she invited me waving her hand 
for me to move over to their bed.  Steves dick was going to need a few 
minutes to recover - he wasn't thirteen anymore!

I wasn't quite sure what she was leading up to; SOMETHING seemed to be on her 
mind as she had this mischievous look to her.  What more could she possibly 
have up her sleeve than wed already done?

While you husband here takes a break, I thought maybe the two of us could 
get to know each other a little better, she started out.  Hmmmmmm, from the 
way she said it, not to mention the way she was looking at me, I had the 
feeling she didn't mean we would swap recipes. 

Sitting next to her with my legs under me, she turned to me and kissed me.

Mmmmmmm, Id recognize that flavor anywhere, she said with a grin, Nothing 
like the taste of young cum, eh Kelly?

I just smiled and nodded, not sure where this was going.  But then she turned 
her attention back to the boys who were sitting up now back on their knees 
like two puppies looking for attention.  There was something about their look 
of expectation that caught my attention, like this was somehow planned out 
and they were waiting for a cue from their mom.

See them watching? she whispered to me, Have you ever see two boys doing 
it?

You didn't have to be a rocket scientist to see where this was going.  Was 
she serious though?  Interestingly enough, while Ive been involved in a LOT 
of girl-girl pairings primarily for the purpose of teasing and entertaining 
men, Id never watched two guys doing it.  Its not like I have made a 
conscious decision NOT to watch, its just not something that has come up 
over the years with the type of groups Ive been involved with.

Why is it that when two girls make out that everyone cheers them on but when 
two guys do it then everyone turns away?  Like my husband LOVES watching me 
another girl even more than having a guy fuck me.  Even if all we do is kiss 
he gets a massive hard-on.  But even mention the idea of two guys doing it 
and hes history.  Steve has reluctantly been involved in some MMF threesomes 
over the years but they are few and far between and then generally only under 
duress with the promise of some form of payback to make it worth the effort.

I still wasnt 100% sure where Marge was going with all this so I just smiled 
and went along for the ride to see where it would lead.  Marge just nodded to 
her sons who knew the signal and then the most amazing sight began to unfold 
right there in front of me.  When I think of 69 the first thing that comes to 
mind is being with another girl, followed close behind by doing it with 
another guy.  Thats as far as it goes though, one of two combinations.  Yes, 
there is a third possibility but its so far out there I never considered it.  
Well, from now on THAT wouldn't be the case.

Te boys quickly assumed the position in that one of them, John from the 
mark that was still on his forehead, laid on his back while Jacob climbed 
aboard.  Before I had time to even mention anything to their mother, they 
both had a dick in their mouth and started blowing the other.

Holy crap, I whispered under my breathe, not even really thinking about 
what I was saying - it just came out automatically.

Theyve been doing that for years now, Marge said, We didn't even have to 
teach them, it just seemed to happen naturally.  I just wish Id been there 
the first time they figured it out for themselves!

I looked over to see what Steves reaction was but he wasn't watching.  If he 
had seen them to start he wasn't showing any signs as he studiously avoided 
any indication of having anything to do with the activities going on a few 
feet away.

Now Ive always contended that I thought it was silly that men didnt suck 
cock as easily as girls would eat another girl out.  Of course a girl can 
lick me better than any guy as she knows what is going on down there.  If 
thats the case, then why dont guys do the same when it comes to sucking 
dick?  Heck, if anyone should know how to give the perfect blowjob it should 
be a guy.  For that matter, who better than your twin brother?

God I get so horny watching them, Marge sighed in a husky voice.  She was 
reaching between her legs and playing with herself as she watched her two 
sons sucking each others dick. 

As for me, what can I say?  I cant say that it didn't turn me on - it most 
certainly DID.  Then again, it was more an intellectual thing than an 
emotional one.  It was interesting to see how they did each other.  All my 
cock sucking skills were pretty much self-taught with help from my mom, 
friends and my dads porn collection.  Even so, no matter how much I handled 
a cock, I could never fully understand how it actually FELT to be in the 
receiving end of a blowjob, just as no man can truly understand how it feels 
to take a dick INSIDE of your body.

Just watching was enough for Marge anymore.  She pushed back on my shoulders, 
dropping me to the bed and then straightened out my legs.  I just laid there 
and waited to see what she would do and then she climbed on top of me with 
her pussy over my face and her own head in my crotch.  It was a little 
unusual for me as usually I like to be the girl on top but she was calling 
the shots now, directing the action on both beds.

Damn!  I felt her mouth and tongue on my pussy and it made me quiver with 
desire.  Then she dropped her hips down, pushing her hairy pussy into my open 
face.  I could smell the heavy musk of sex and then as I reached out my 
tongue I could taste the mixture if male and female cum, thankful that the 
male portion was supplied by my own husband and not some stranger off the 
street.

As Marge and I ate each other out, I couldn't see what was going on next door 
as her thighs blocked my view.  I reached back and tucked the pillow under my 
head more so I could just look over her legs and get a glimpse of the action 
in the other bed.

How do you describe it and do it justice?  Its easy to state the obvious - 
two barely teenage boys in a 69, licking and sucking on each others 
erections.  Maybe it was because they were so much smaller and less mature 
than if they had been even sixteen, but as it was they looked incredibly 
cute!  They could have almost passed for girls a few years younger had it not 
been for the stiff cocks protruding from their groins.

As much as I wanted to watch the boys, Marge was proving herself to be one 
heck of a pussy licker.  Damn, she was almost as good as my mother.  From a 
purely technical perspective, I would say her skills were actual as good, if 
not better than my mom but she lacked that special ingredient - she wasnt my 
real mother and THAT was the trump card.

When I came it was the best orgasm of the night.  Marge seemed to know my 
body better than myself as she would build me to climax and then back off 
just enough to prolong things without letting me crest. She was making me 
feel FANTASTIC!

When I finally regained my senses I was about to just pass out but then I 
remembered the boys and my heart sped up yet again.  My heart skipped a beat 
as I hoped that I hadnt been so involved in my own pleasure that Id 
forgotten about them and missed the climax of the show - literally.

It turned out my timing was perfect by some fluke as just as I looked the 
first one started to cum.  Jacob kept his mouth clamped on his brothers 
dick, determined not to allow any to escape.  I had to wonder just how much 
cum could possibly be left for John to spew into his brothers mouth!  
Apparently more than I wouldve ever imagined as it began to drip from the 
corners of his mouth and then when Jacob was finished, John opened his mouth 
to show his mother that hed swallowed every drop. 	

It only took John a little while longer to return the favor to his brother.  
Now the both of them had taken a load in their mouths and just when I thought 
it couldnt get any more surreal, they turned and kissed, swapping cum 
between their mouths.

Ive never know two guys to love cum the way they do, Marge sighed, But 
they only like each others - nobody else's.

It was getting late and I had no idea how far they had to drive to get home 
but I DID know how far it was for me and I had school in the morning myself.  
Marge seemed to be having the same thoughts.

Well, I think its time to wrap things up, she announced.  She looked at 
Steve and smiled, So did everything go as you had hoped?

Steve said something about how much better it had been but when Marge started 
to reach over to kiss him he backed away.  She looked a little curious  but I 
could have told her the story.  Steve HATED cum and once I took a load in my 
mouth or pussy, either spot was off-limits until I had thoroughly cleaned up.

Cmon boys, time to get dressed and back to daddy, she told them but then 
added, Get over here and let your mom clean you up a little before you get 
dressed.

Now had any other mom said that to her kids I would have expected a towel or 
wet washrag to appear but Marge had other ways to accomplish her task.  Once 
again it was like they were expecting this as they quickly jumped out of bed 
and stood side by side at the edge of our bed with their dicks out as if for 
inspection.

Marge leaned over and took Johns dick in her mouth and started sucking on 
him and licking him.  Then she turned to me and offered, You can do Jacob if 
you want Kelly.

What the hell, why not?  The two of us each cleaned our respective son 
although I think had we gone much longer they would have just created another 
mess.  Damn, did this boys EVER get enough?

Just then a thought hit me and I was dying to ask her but didn't dare.  Did 
they do it with their dad too?  Well, I chickened out and didn't ask so Ill 
never know but I had to wonder.

I scooted over in the bed to be against Steve and he put his arm around me 
and pulled me tightly into his nude body.  Mmmmmmm, I loved the warmth of my 
husband against me!

We watched as the three of them dressed and then bid them adieu.  There was 
no talk about getting together again or anything personal.  We both had a 
reason for coming together and now that had been fulfilled so the contract 
was complete.

The door closed and locked behind them and for a moment we just laid there in 
the sudden silence.   After all the fucking, groaning and moaning it seemed 
almost starting to suddenly be so quiet.  The I felt Steve push up against me 
and there was that unmistakable sensation of a hard dick poking me in the 
back.

Hmmmmmm, I thought you were finished after doing her? I teased him, 
reaching behind me to get a handful of my husbands wonderful cock.

Once was enough... you know how it is, he sighed without embellishing.  
Then he pushed against me again and said in a lust-filled voice, You really 
aren't that worried about school tomorrow, are you?

I turned to my husband and looked him in the eye and smiled as his beautiful 
brown eyes met mine.

I love you Steve... I always will more than anything or anyone else. I loved 
what you did for me tonight but what I want more than any of that is for you 
to make love to me right now.

He did... OH MY GOD he did!  Yes, I loved being fucked by thirteen year-old 
twins but they didn't even begin to compare to my wonderful husband.

THE END
