I love my wife very much and I think she's the most beautiful woman in the
world. She's perfect even if many other men wouldn't think so. They would say
"she's got no tits". Of course she has tits, but they aren't big, they are
small but beautifully shaped, the true pear-shape where the up-curve is
topped by a small aureolae and a little nub for nipple, her hips are rather
wide and her ass is just delicious! Her pussy is very tight and is just able
to accommodate my cock and it gets wet and the smell from it is almost
overwhelming but to me it's intoxicating and acts as an aphrodisiac.
There is only one drawback. She is, and always has been, my sisters best
friend. I love my sister, almost as much as I love Aditi, but having her call
everyday and Aditi calling her in between, is a little too much and to top it
all they are both very competitive and make all kinds of silly bets. I think
that Aditi dated me as a payment for a forfeit even if she assures me that
she already was in love with me at the time and if I hint that she gave me
her virginity in the way she'll sulk for a week.
This story starts a Saturday. My wife had lost a bet to my sister. She would
be my sister's slave for a day and had gone to as usual "clean up that
bitches place". They always called each other bitch when they had lost a bet,
but if I would even try to say something derogatory about the one to the
other I would an ice look and some scolding.
Anyway.
Just a little after eleven o'clock that night my wife stormed in and slammed
the door behind her.
"That bitch!" she almost yelled.
I had never seen her that mad on my sister before so I just had to ask her
what was the matter.
"She made me clean her apartment!"
"Well, dear, you expected that, didn't you?"
"Nude!"
"Oh."
"And that's not all!"
"It isn't?"
"No! She had bought a... a dildo!!! And she had me... told me to... To use
it!!!"
I wasn't shocked by my wife's confession. She's always been very frank and I
don't think that she has any secrets from me.
"Was it bad?"
"No, actually it was quit nice," she smiled. And then she turned sour again.
"She told me to go into her bed-room and use it till I came. I did as she
told me, of course. And after I had cum she had told me to call for her. I
did that too. And do you know what the bitch did?!"
"N-no."
"She came in and looked at my cunt! Sniffed the air and PUSHED TWO FINGERS
INSIDE IT!!"
"Oh. I can understand that it upset you."
"Yes! She used her thumb on my clit at the same time!"
"Oh-ho."
It began to dawn on me why Aditi was so mad. Her clit gets really sensitive
after one orgasm and it just needs one little flicking by my tongue or finger
to make her cum again.
"And did you? Cum I mean."
"Yes damn it!"
"Well was it bad?"
"Nooo. It was nice."
"So, why are you mad?"
"She didn't ask me! She ordered me to cum again so she could be sure that I
had obeyed her!"
"Oh, apparently she doesn't know..." I quieted when Aditi gave me a murderous
look.
"So now you hate her," I said this mostly to divert her anger.
"Yes! NO! Of course not! I couldn't hate her!"
"Good. So are you still... hot?"
"Oh yes, I had to stop a couple of times on my way home. I had my hand inside
my pants all the way!" she laughed.
"OK, come here then..."
At that time the phone rang. It was Kavitha, my sister. Aditi talked to her
for almost half an hour and when I asked what she wanted Aditi just said that
she wanted to make sure that she had come home all right.
"And did you tell her that it took you longer that usual?"
"Nooo, but I told her that my revenge would be severe."
I forgot all about the incident until about three weeks later. My sister had
made a silly bet with Aditi about the ingredients in some French dish of some
sort. Silly because Kavitha can't cook, judging by the meals she serves us
when we visit her, while Aditi on the other hand could have been a pupil of
Escoffiere.
Kavitha knocked on the door early Saturday-evening.
"Your outfit is on the bed," Aditi told her coldly. "Go and put it on and
then I have some chores for you."
I saw that my sister gave her a surprised look but she didn't say anything
but headed to our bedroom.
A short while later she called for Aditi.
"What is it?" Aditi called back.
"There... There seems to... Where's the... Is this ALL I'LL HAVE ON?"
"Yes."
If I understood there rules correctly it was that if you protested or refused
to obey you could either get your forfeit doubled or the winner could spank
the looser. During all the years I had never heard any of them refuse or
protest.
"Are you objecting?" my wife asked sweetly.
"N-no-o, it's just... Oh what the hell!"
A short while later I heard her approach and instinctively I looked up and my
heart almost stopped beating! My sister stood in the door almost naked! For
the first time since our early teens I saw her naked and I looked. First at
her beat-red face. Not for long though. My look drifted down to her breasts.
Almost as small as Aditi's but with bigger nipples, that probably was due to
her embarrassment but even if the were flaccid they would've been bigger than
my wife's. They were not pear-shaped more just jutting out from her chest,
pointily. Flat stomach and narrow waist and... there was an apron blocking my
view! Ah well. My sister was a beautiful woman all right.
My wife told her to come with her out in the kitchen.
"I have to learn you how to..."
Her voice trailed off as I saw my sister from behind. What an ass! It was
even fuller than my wife's and it wiggled sensual when she followed Aditi out
of the room. It ended in sort of two vertical lines and when she walked one
cheek would push up and the other stretch out and it looked as if her butt
gave me a crooked smile. And was that her pussy-lips I could glimpse between
the wiggling ass-cheeks? I could feel my cock twitch a little as I followed
her with my eyes and I silently scolded myself for getting horny on my own
sister.
I herd pots rattle and china crash and a swat on bare flesh a "Ouch!" from my
sister and a hissed voice saying something, my wife's.
Again I settled down and continued reading the novel I had started earlier
and soon I forgot everything around me but was reminded of reality when my
wife told me to get ready for dinner.
"You mean ready... or ready?"
I now it sounds as a silly question but the fact is that Aditi and I had a
habit when we were on our own Saturdays. We showered before dinner and then
we had dinner in the nude and just let the dishes for the next day and went
to bed naked and ready, but we liked to draw out on it for as long as
possible and we just lay there watching some TV, talking and holding each
other till my cock would hurt and my balls would start to change color and
then we would fuck, Aditi was just as wet as I was hard so there wasn't any
delays.
"Yes. I mean ready. As usual."
"But... but Kavitha..."
"Yes. What about her?"
"Is she... Has she..."
"Oh. No she hasn't. There will be a little change in our usual Saturday
activities. We have to stay here, we can't leave her on her own, can we?"
"WHAT?!"
"Oh, it's no big deal. She'll be almost naked too."
"Yes. Yes I know that! I have seen her for God's sake!"
"Good. Now get ready. Dinner in half an hour."
A little dazed I made my way to the bathroom, showered and put my white
teddy-bathrobe on. I would be damn if I was going to sit down at the dinner
table naked in front of my sister! Her being almost naked or not!
Aditi gave me a look when I came back but she didn't say anything just went
to the bathroom and got ready and soon she appeared, naked, of course.
"As usual, I said," she said in a tone she never had used before. Almost as
an order and I obeyed her after I had a little thought about it. After all I
would be sitting by the table with my privates hidden under it so...
"You may serve dinner now!" Aditi called to Kavitha.
Reluctantly my sister entered and she almost dropped the tray she had in her
hands when she saw us.
"B-b-but..."
"What? Objections?"
"N-no."
Kavitha bowed her head and served first my wife and than me. I must admit
that I had some trouble getting any salad on my plate since my eyes were
glued on my sisters breasts. They hardly moved as she bent down putting the
plate of salad in front of me and when she served me wine her right breast
tightened up a little as she reached over to pour wine into my glass and it
was an almost flat chest with a puffy nipple I saw. I'm ashamed to confess to
being aroused by the sight of my sister's breasts but my cock didn't have any
shame and stood hard in the hiding under the table. The sight of her tight
ass wiggling as she departed the room and went out to the kitchen didn't help
anything at all.
"Hm," my wife said."
"What dear?"
She looked up at me with her big blue eyes.
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking. It's a great thing. Thinking I mean. You're able
to do almost, no you are able to do everything in your mind, and sometimes
you can benefit from it too," she added a little thoughtful.
"Like what?"
"Oh, a lot of things. Ready for the main course?"
"Yes, thank you."
"It might interest you to know that we're having Veal or 'Côte de veau
Milanaise' the one that Kavitha thought she could cook. I taught her how to
cook it, didn't I, Kavitha?" she asked when my sister came in with the veal.
"Yes," she mumbled.
I thought I could see my wife's arm move when Kavitha stood by her side and
that my sister's nipples swelled a little but I thought it was just my
imagination playing me a prank. But I distinctly saw Aditi whisper something
to my sister and saw her blush.
My sister stooped a little more when she served me and I wasn't able to look
at her breasts but instead it almost brushed against my chin and if I had
turned my head it would have ended up in my mouth, but of course I didn't. It
was my sister's not my wife's.
I was able to once again look at her ass wiggle it's way across the room and
it was a sight for my eyes and when she returned with another bottle of wine
she looked a little flushed.
This time I saw my wife's arm move as Kavitha stood by her side and how my
sister jumped a little and blushed deeply and I understood that my wife was
making her pay for her fingering her pussy! I couldn't hide a little smile
and when my sister saw this she blushed an even deeper shade of red.
world. She's perfect even if many other men wouldn't think so. They would say
"she's got no tits". Of course she has tits, but they aren't big, they are
small but beautifully shaped, the true pear-shape where the up-curve is
topped by a small aureolae and a little nub for nipple, her hips are rather
wide and her ass is just delicious! Her pussy is very tight and is just able
to accommodate my cock and it gets wet and the smell from it is almost
overwhelming but to me it's intoxicating and acts as an aphrodisiac.
There is only one drawback. She is, and always has been, my sisters best
friend. I love my sister, almost as much as I love Aditi, but having her call
everyday and Aditi calling her in between, is a little too much and to top it
all they are both very competitive and make all kinds of silly bets. I think
that Aditi dated me as a payment for a forfeit even if she assures me that
she already was in love with me at the time and if I hint that she gave me
her virginity in the way she'll sulk for a week.
This story starts a Saturday. My wife had lost a bet to my sister. She would
be my sister's slave for a day and had gone to as usual "clean up that
bitches place". They always called each other bitch when they had lost a bet,
but if I would even try to say something derogatory about the one to the
other I would an ice look and some scolding.
Anyway.
Just a little after eleven o'clock that night my wife stormed in and slammed
the door behind her.
"That bitch!" she almost yelled.
I had never seen her that mad on my sister before so I just had to ask her
what was the matter.
"She made me clean her apartment!"
"Well, dear, you expected that, didn't you?"
"Nude!"
"Oh."
"And that's not all!"
"It isn't?"
"No! She had bought a... a dildo!!! And she had me... told me to... To use
it!!!"
I wasn't shocked by my wife's confession. She's always been very frank and I
don't think that she has any secrets from me.
"Was it bad?"
"No, actually it was quit nice," she smiled. And then she turned sour again.
"She told me to go into her bed-room and use it till I came. I did as she
told me, of course. And after I had cum she had told me to call for her. I
did that too. And do you know what the bitch did?!"
"N-no."
"She came in and looked at my cunt! Sniffed the air and PUSHED TWO FINGERS
INSIDE IT!!"
"Oh. I can understand that it upset you."
"Yes! She used her thumb on my clit at the same time!"
"Oh-ho."
It began to dawn on me why Aditi was so mad. Her clit gets really sensitive
after one orgasm and it just needs one little flicking by my tongue or finger
to make her cum again.
"And did you? Cum I mean."
"Yes damn it!"
"Well was it bad?"
"Nooo. It was nice."
"So, why are you mad?"
"She didn't ask me! She ordered me to cum again so she could be sure that I
had obeyed her!"
"Oh, apparently she doesn't know..." I quieted when Aditi gave me a murderous
look.
"So now you hate her," I said this mostly to divert her anger.
"Yes! NO! Of course not! I couldn't hate her!"
"Good. So are you still... hot?"
"Oh yes, I had to stop a couple of times on my way home. I had my hand inside
my pants all the way!" she laughed.
"OK, come here then..."
At that time the phone rang. It was Kavitha, my sister. Aditi talked to her
for almost half an hour and when I asked what she wanted Aditi just said that
she wanted to make sure that she had come home all right.
"And did you tell her that it took you longer that usual?"
"Nooo, but I told her that my revenge would be severe."
I forgot all about the incident until about three weeks later. My sister had
made a silly bet with Aditi about the ingredients in some French dish of some
sort. Silly because Kavitha can't cook, judging by the meals she serves us
when we visit her, while Aditi on the other hand could have been a pupil of
Escoffiere.
Kavitha knocked on the door early Saturday-evening.
"Your outfit is on the bed," Aditi told her coldly. "Go and put it on and
then I have some chores for you."
I saw that my sister gave her a surprised look but she didn't say anything
but headed to our bedroom.
A short while later she called for Aditi.
"What is it?" Aditi called back.
"There... There seems to... Where's the... Is this ALL I'LL HAVE ON?"
"Yes."
If I understood there rules correctly it was that if you protested or refused
to obey you could either get your forfeit doubled or the winner could spank
the looser. During all the years I had never heard any of them refuse or
protest.
"Are you objecting?" my wife asked sweetly.
"N-no-o, it's just... Oh what the hell!"
A short while later I heard her approach and instinctively I looked up and my
heart almost stopped beating! My sister stood in the door almost naked! For
the first time since our early teens I saw her naked and I looked. First at
her beat-red face. Not for long though. My look drifted down to her breasts.
Almost as small as Aditi's but with bigger nipples, that probably was due to
her embarrassment but even if the were flaccid they would've been bigger than
my wife's. They were not pear-shaped more just jutting out from her chest,
pointily. Flat stomach and narrow waist and... there was an apron blocking my
view! Ah well. My sister was a beautiful woman all right.
My wife told her to come with her out in the kitchen.
"I have to learn you how to..."
Her voice trailed off as I saw my sister from behind. What an ass! It was
even fuller than my wife's and it wiggled sensual when she followed Aditi out
of the room. It ended in sort of two vertical lines and when she walked one
cheek would push up and the other stretch out and it looked as if her butt
gave me a crooked smile. And was that her pussy-lips I could glimpse between
the wiggling ass-cheeks? I could feel my cock twitch a little as I followed
her with my eyes and I silently scolded myself for getting horny on my own
sister.
I herd pots rattle and china crash and a swat on bare flesh a "Ouch!" from my
sister and a hissed voice saying something, my wife's.
Again I settled down and continued reading the novel I had started earlier
and soon I forgot everything around me but was reminded of reality when my
wife told me to get ready for dinner.
"You mean ready... or ready?"
I now it sounds as a silly question but the fact is that Aditi and I had a
habit when we were on our own Saturdays. We showered before dinner and then
we had dinner in the nude and just let the dishes for the next day and went
to bed naked and ready, but we liked to draw out on it for as long as
possible and we just lay there watching some TV, talking and holding each
other till my cock would hurt and my balls would start to change color and
then we would fuck, Aditi was just as wet as I was hard so there wasn't any
delays.
"Yes. I mean ready. As usual."
"But... but Kavitha..."
"Yes. What about her?"
"Is she... Has she..."
"Oh. No she hasn't. There will be a little change in our usual Saturday
activities. We have to stay here, we can't leave her on her own, can we?"
"WHAT?!"
"Oh, it's no big deal. She'll be almost naked too."
"Yes. Yes I know that! I have seen her for God's sake!"
"Good. Now get ready. Dinner in half an hour."
A little dazed I made my way to the bathroom, showered and put my white
teddy-bathrobe on. I would be damn if I was going to sit down at the dinner
table naked in front of my sister! Her being almost naked or not!
Aditi gave me a look when I came back but she didn't say anything just went
to the bathroom and got ready and soon she appeared, naked, of course.
"As usual, I said," she said in a tone she never had used before. Almost as
an order and I obeyed her after I had a little thought about it. After all I
would be sitting by the table with my privates hidden under it so...
"You may serve dinner now!" Aditi called to Kavitha.
Reluctantly my sister entered and she almost dropped the tray she had in her
hands when she saw us.
"B-b-but..."
"What? Objections?"
"N-no."
Kavitha bowed her head and served first my wife and than me. I must admit
that I had some trouble getting any salad on my plate since my eyes were
glued on my sisters breasts. They hardly moved as she bent down putting the
plate of salad in front of me and when she served me wine her right breast
tightened up a little as she reached over to pour wine into my glass and it
was an almost flat chest with a puffy nipple I saw. I'm ashamed to confess to
being aroused by the sight of my sister's breasts but my cock didn't have any
shame and stood hard in the hiding under the table. The sight of her tight
ass wiggling as she departed the room and went out to the kitchen didn't help
anything at all.
"Hm," my wife said."
"What dear?"
She looked up at me with her big blue eyes.
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking. It's a great thing. Thinking I mean. You're able
to do almost, no you are able to do everything in your mind, and sometimes
you can benefit from it too," she added a little thoughtful.
"Like what?"
"Oh, a lot of things. Ready for the main course?"
"Yes, thank you."
"It might interest you to know that we're having Veal or 'Côte de veau
Milanaise' the one that Kavitha thought she could cook. I taught her how to
cook it, didn't I, Kavitha?" she asked when my sister came in with the veal.
"Yes," she mumbled.
I thought I could see my wife's arm move when Kavitha stood by her side and
that my sister's nipples swelled a little but I thought it was just my
imagination playing me a prank. But I distinctly saw Aditi whisper something
to my sister and saw her blush.
My sister stooped a little more when she served me and I wasn't able to look
at her breasts but instead it almost brushed against my chin and if I had
turned my head it would have ended up in my mouth, but of course I didn't. It
was my sister's not my wife's.
I was able to once again look at her ass wiggle it's way across the room and
it was a sight for my eyes and when she returned with another bottle of wine
she looked a little flushed.
This time I saw my wife's arm move as Kavitha stood by her side and how my
sister jumped a little and blushed deeply and I understood that my wife was
making her pay for her fingering her pussy! I couldn't hide a little smile
and when my sister saw this she blushed an even deeper shade of red.
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