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(This story is part of a series. I strongly advise that you read My Wife’s Fucked up Family – Part 1 and 2 first.)
Cutie Pie and Double Trouble
Every year Rose and I get invited to her sister’s house for her sister’s husband’s birthday. Of all the sisters she’s the most normal, so I don’t have to put up with the same craziness that comes from the other sisters.
This year Rose said we should sleep over, even though it’s only a ten minute drive:
“But Rose, why do we have to go to the trouble to pack all this stuff when we can just come home?”
“Oh Charles, it’ll be nice. And I want to spend some quality time with Violet. It’s been too long since she and I have connected. Since we were kids.”
“What are you talking about? We see them all the time.”
“Yes, but, well, now I’m going to share something with you that I haven’t told you yet. When we lived in my fathers house the other girls all had boyfriends, but Violet and I were left alone a lot. We found comfort together – sexual comfort.”
When I heard this I burnt my tongue on my coffee.
She went on.
I’m so glad she has Ted. He’s got the insatiability of a bull and no woman can say ‘no’ once he turns on the charm. So he keeps her pretty busy.
“And now that you went and got yourself cut off you haven’t been the only one getting punished. I have needs and until you fulfill your debt I’m gonna re-connect with Violet.”
At these words I spit out my next sip all over the table. “We can end this little punishment of yours today. I’ll take you in the bedroom right now, then I won’t have to serve the other couples again.”
I thought about Lily sitting on my face. Facesitting is my favorite activity, but she’s so rough, I didn’t know how many more times I can take it. Then there was Rod – he was almost as rough, but a cock isn’t appealing like a pussy.
“You know, Lily tricked me into having sex with her that first time: I thought it was you.”
Rose countered, “I’m not upset that you had sex with them. What was wrong was that you didn’t talk to me about it first. Until you pay your debt you can’t have sex with me again – and that’s not fair to me. And no, we can’t just call it off. They wouldn’t respect me if I let you off.”
“So your solution is to rekindle a secret affair you had with Violet sixteen years ago?”
“Aw, it was never a secret. Everyone knew. And now you do too. Charles, I have needs and this is happening.”
“Needs! What about me? I need you and I’m waiting three more weeks. Don’t you have any will power?”
“Will power? The only reasons you can wait is because, one, you get relief each time you’re with one of the couples, and, two, because you have no choice. Charles, I love you but you’re a complete pushover.”
“I’m no pushover. I’m just kind and giving.”
“It’s not a bad thing that you’re so generous. It’s what I love about you most. But you wouldn’t be in this spot if you could tell people ‘No’.
I looked at her skeptically, shaking my head. She made an offer, “I’ll tell you what. Let’s make a deal.” I asked what she meant with my eyes.
“Here’s the deal, Chuck. Every year we have a birthday dinner with Violet and Ted. Every year Violet asks you and Ted to take down the outside holiday lights. Every year Ted says he has a bad back and he ends up holding the ladder with a beer in his hands while you take down the lights.”
“Rose, that’s what family does. They help each other out.”
“I know. But that’s not my point. They’re still taking advantage of you. So this year…if you don’t end up taking down the lights, then we’ll go home afterwards. I’ll even call the other couples and tell them your debt is paid.
But if you end up taking the lights down, then we sleepover, I spend the night with Violet, and for the rest of the weekend I loan you out to them to check one more couple off the list. That’s the deal!”
I only had to think about it for a second, “You’re on!”
We packed our overnight bags, ‘just in case’. Violet warned me to bring light clothes as they always kept their house so hot. She giggled while she said it, keeping some secret reserved to herself.
When we got there Violet was cooking and Ted met us at the door wearing a back brace. It didn’t matter, I would stay strong.
We had a lovely brunch with nothing said about the lights, until… Violet put her hand on my arm, “Charles, every year you end up taking down our lights. I’m sorry if we’ve imposed. I want you to know how much we appreciate what you do. It means a lot to know we have family.” Here she hugged me tight. In my mind her apology proved they weren’t taking advantage of me.
Now, a little about Violet: Violet doesn’t have the best ass of the five sisters, Dahlia does. And she doesn’t have the prettiest face, Rose does. And she’s not the smartest, Calla is. She doesn’t even have the most charisma, that would be Lily.
What she does have is the warmest, most endearing personality. She exudes receptivity. It’s as if she smells of the embodiment mersin escort of welcoming sensuality.
When she hugged me a butterfly leaped in my stomach, and my knees weakened imperceptibly.
When her soft cheek touched mine, my heart melted. And when her unique scent, that combination of natural body odors and perfumes, that surrounds every woman touched my soul, I understood how men sacrifice everything for a woman.
I inhaled a final whiff of her shampoo: chamomile and mint? Rose’s is lavender.
But she wasnt mine. She had a man whose job was to sacrifice for her. I reminded myself not to be a pushover.
When we disengaged I started to speak. But then noticed thankful and helpless tears in her eyes, “Charlie, do you think, with Ted’s back being completely blown out this year, could you help us one last time?”
I couldn’t abandon her. It just wasn’t in me no matter the cost. I looked at Rose and just shrugged as I told Violet that I would do it.
Rose didn’t gloat, she merely kissed me on my cheek, “That’s why I love you! You’re the most giving husband in the world. It’s what all the other couples see in you too. It’s why they’re jealous of me, and why you’re in such high demand.
I’ll get the bags from the car while you get the ladder.”
Up on the ladder, I looked through their bedroom window. Seeing their bed I imagined Violet and Rose lying there together tonight. I missed Rose’s body sorely these last weeks. I also wondered what kink Violet and Teddy shared. I saw no clues peering through the window.
Tomorrow I was going to find out.
That night Rose hugged me ‘Good Night’, “See you in the morning. And if you find yourself obligated tonight, it’s OK – because we talked about it first. I wasn’t feeling any obligation whatsoever to be giving Ted anything, and I was sure I could make it through the night without being molested.
Ted and I were crashing in the second bedroom. When he got ready for bed he walked out of the bathroom without a smidgen of embarrassment or a stitch of clothing, “You may’ve noticed we keep it a little hot. Violet and I are Nudists.” Looking at my sweatpants and T-shirt he added, “You’re gonna want to wear less to bed than that or you’ll broil all night.
It was a king size bed so I wasn’t worried about the distance between us being too small.
Lying there in the dim light Ted and I looked at the ceiling talking about nothing. He didn’t even cover up, while I had a sheet draped over my privates.
Eventually he ventured to mention sex, “Charles, You have quite the reputation as a talented pussy licker. How did you come to be so good at it, and when you do it, what’s your favorite position?”
“Before college my girlfriends and I skirted around with sex in cars. A little game of stinkfinger, a hand job here and there, screwing on special occasions like Homecoming, and once or twice blowjobs, when I could persuade them.
But I always dreamed about what it would be like to eat a girl out. I think the waiting made it all the more eventful when it finally happened.
In college, with access to dorm rooms, my options opened up. The first girl I tasted was Mary McKormack. I just knelt between her legs with my lips on hers, but I was hooked. When her hands touched my head during the act it sent thrills through me.
The second time was with Lisa something-or-other. Turned out she was a lesbian feminist. She was always worried about the patriarchy, so she never could enjoy sex on the bottom. I tried to keep her around by providing exceptional head, and it worked for awhile.
When I met Rose she didn’t know anything about dicks or facesitting. Of course, I didn’t know anything about her experiences with Violet either.
Rose learned quickly and since I was better with my tongue than with my cock we gravitated to focusing more on me serving her orally than on fucking. Not that we don’t fuck.
Ted asked again, “So is that your favorite? Facesitting? Regular or reverse cowgirl?”
I knew what regular was. And when Lily had abused my lips she had turned around placing her beautiful butthole in my full view as well. Did I like that better because it was novel, or because it was Lily and how fun was it to see her ejaculate?
Hiding my ignorance, I answered, “Cowgirl.”
Then I changed subjects, “But enough about me. Why did Calla call you double trouble?”
Ted laughed, “Oh, that. It’s because I cum twice as much as an average guy and twice as often.”
“Twice as much, huh?” I sat up slightly to look at his balls and made an observation, “Cadence’s balls had grown hugely massive, filled up more than yours by far. But when he came it seemed like a pretty normal amount. I expected them to shrink as they emptied out but nothing happened.
Ted laughed like crazy, shaking the bed. When he finally stopped and caught his breath he had tears in his eyes. Dude! Balls don’t fill up. The cum is stored somewhere else – like in some tube. They’re always the same size.”
I mersin escort bayan was embarrassed but Ted graciously kept talking. “But blue balls – that’s bad. You ever have blue balls? Now when the tube is full too long I get some tremendous tension.
My needs are pretty intense. If I don’t get relief every night I toss and turn all night. I might even have a wet dream, then my stuff sprays out all over the place, making a horrendous mess.
He said nothing for a couple beats, “I don’t want to disturb your sleep, or make a mess on you.”
There was a long pregnant pause, then he pulled out a blue fifty dollar Monopoly bill. ‘Damn’ I thought to myself. ‘Will I ever be rid of these?’
My question tumbled out too fast, “Where the hell did you get that? Is that one of Cadence’s?”
Grinning widely he nodded, “I helped him move his trailer the other day. This is how he rewarded me.”
I considered what would happen if I accepted it. Ho Daddy would expect me to pay her. Then not only would Ted get an extra blowjob tonight, beyond what I was obligated to give tomorrow. But worse, everyone would know.
I hemmed, “Um, suppose you keep your money. How about a handjob?”
In answer he just took my hand placing it on his cock. Reaching over to touch a guy’s cock was another new experience for me. For the first few strokes we both pumped my hand up and down.
His dick firmed up, growing from its shrunken two inch state to a length as wide as my hand. He made a lot of noises to let me know he liked what I was doing. It gave me warm cozy feelings to listen to him loving his cock in my hand.
When he came there was, in fact, double. But if that was double the average, then how much is average?
Gobs and gobs of cum erupted from his dickhead. They didn’t jet out. They didn’t fly up in the air to land in his chest like mine does. It seeped like a lava flow.
By the time he was done moaning and jerking much of my hand was coated in an icky thick layer. A moment passed, then taking my wrist in his hand, he moved my hand so I would start jerking him again, but this time it was a very slick jerkoff session.
He let me take over once more. The cum made great lube. Holding his dick in a tight grip I stroked fast for like five tedious minutes. Then he completely surprised me by cumming yet again. With another loud groan, his cock seeped a second load of thick cream on my hand. The name Double Trouble made a whole lot of sense now.
Ted asked if I wanted to slurp it up or if I wanted a cum-rag. Naturally, I opted for the rag. Swallowing cum as the result of giving a blowjob seemed like the normal and unavoidable end to a generous activity. I mean, if you pulled off before a guy came, it would be sadly incomplete.
I had tasted Rod’s cum, and that guy’s on Hooker Row. Each time, I was trapped and didn’t have a choice.
But to ingest Ted’s now, would mean intentionally licking it off my hand. To go out of one’s way to eat his cum just seemed not-normal, wrong and super gross. None of my previous girlfriends even liked cum that much. Even so, they sucked it out of me just fine, but they weren’t drizzling it over ice cream either. He handed me a full sized bath towel, which seemed appropriate given the quantity.
The next morning I woke up alone. I was just about to get dressed when Ted popped in, “Don’t bother. No one else is getting dressed. Remember…nudists. Oh yea, you and I are making breakfast.”
Ted and I made eggs and hashbrowns buck naked, with Rose at the kitchen table watching. She too was nude. For me it was a strange experience to know Ted was seeing my pretty wife naked, but there seemed to be nothing sexual about it and they acted like it was nothing.
The three of us ate together. Rose said Violet was worn out and needed a rest between activities. She never asked if Ted and I did anything, and I never volunteered the information.
After eating, Rose kissed me hotly, “Thank you again for being so wonderful and unselfish. Vee and I really re-connected. When all the parts of your punishment are over we’ll do something special together.” Changing topics she added, “I’m going shopping.” Then her tone changed from serious to carefree, “Now you three have fun.”
I glanced at Ted’s balls. Even if they weren’t blown up like a water balloon of cum, he still had a double load, and no doubt I was going to be sucking his cock when tons of gooey jiz seeped onto my tongue. I shuddered, still not at all used to having so much contact with men’s dicks.
I did think his was much friendlier looking than Rod’s long threatening one, or Cadence’s thick menacing dark one.
And I guess if I’m going to be comparing penises among family members, I should include Lily’s clit, which is practically a cock. I liked hers best and it is the smallest of the ones I’ve seen so far. I wondered briefly what it was going to be like to lick Teddy’s more modest sized dick.
On the other hand, with all four of the couples wanting escort mersin my mouth, I was looking forward to licking each of the ladies. It could almost make it worth it to blow the guys.
I brought a plate upstairs. Walking through the doorway I was suddenly accosted by the smell of sex. There was no denying what she and my wife had spent the night doing.
Violet was reclining in bed, eyes half closed in peaceful reminiscence. She too was completely nude. My eyes were immediately drawn to her hairy, hairy bush. It was the one outstanding dark feature against her light skin. I couldn’t really avoid looking even if I wanted to.
“Oh, hi Darling.” She said, taking the plate. “You’re so thoughtful. You know, of all the husbands you’re always the most considerate.” She didn’t even make a joke about my name, or a pun about me being ‘giving’.
As she talked she used her arms and hands to punctuate her thoughts. Apparently she used her legs the same way because her knees would open and close, or she would lay one leg down on its side, then squeeze her knees together, depending on what she was saying.
Periodically, I would see a hint of her lower lips. Have you heard the phrase “meat curtains”? Well, hers were long, hanging freely, and peeking out from the curls. In all my days of looking at porn I’d not seen pussy lips like that before, which is a shame since they were totally hot.
She was Ted’s wife so it seemed presumptuous to get in bed with her. I sat in an armchair having a pleasant morning conversation. I felt completely at ease being nude.
Setting her plate aside she implored sweetly, “Come kiss me.”
Ted was just entering, “Yes please. Let’s get started.”
I approached with a sense that it was going to be greatly exciting. First I would provide great pleasure to Violet’s quim.
Then, I considered that I would have to fellate Ted next. By now I was confident enough in my abilities to please a man, I just would prefer to avoid it.
I crawled up her body, kissing her on her upper lips. She smelled warm like she always did, but also the familiar undertones of lavender were present on her body. Would she smell like Rose down below too?
I tasted her lips. They were soft and sweet. She returned my gentle kiss caressing my face. Then interrupted, “When I asked you to kiss me, I meant down there. You’re a great kisser but you’re here for another, very unique reason.”
Taking my head tenderly in her hands she directed me downtown.
“Ted tells me your favorite position is underneath. Is that right?” I told her I loved being underneath. I had made it as far as the side of one boob, kissing trails toward her snatch. She inquired, “Head to toe or head to head?”
“Vee, I’d really like to look at your lady parts, from the other way, er, and all your parts too while I kiss you. Do you know what I mean?”
“I do! That makes me so happy to hear! It fits perfectly with what we want, and we can so rarely find a lover that’s as….” She struggled to find the right word, “…philanthropic.”
She placed one elegant finger under my chin, lifting my face up from her aromatic damp mound of hair. We looked into each other’s eyes, “Tease me and warm me up please.” My loins tingled.
Returning to her overgrown forest I inhaled deeply. It smelled like love would smell. I don’t think I’d ever smelled a woman’s garden and found it more appealing. And yes there were the telltale odors informing me that Rose had indeed been here.
She spread her legs wide inviting me into her muff, but with her soft hands nudged me first to the fringes of her delightful region.
I used all my curated skills to build her longing so when it was time for the main event it would be everything she expected. I couldn’t disappoint, could I?
Moving from the outside I gradually found my way closer to heaven. I let my nose ‘accidentally’ graze her hidden clit. Then I nibbled gingerly on her large labia. Finally, gathering lots of saliva, I wetted the inner folds, opening them with my tongue.
Hers was the best tasting pussy I’d ever had. Burying my face in there was also the closest I’d been to Rose in weeks.
I was just beginning to explore the fishy recesses within when she tapped my shoulder, “Would you lay on your back now? That’s the way you want it, Right?” I nodded enthusiastically.
The two of them placed me with my feet on the side of the bed closest to the wall and my head near the other edge.
Violet climbed aboard in a sixty-nine position. Her knees straddled my shoulders and her calves stuck out past the side of the bed. Being subordinate to her wonderful cunt gave me a sexual stirring.
Occasionally, I felt her breath on my penis as she struggled to situate herself exactly as she wanted. Though she made no effort to touch my swelling cock.
Her glorious meaty lips, nestled amid the bush, hovered above my face. Waiting for her to lower her gash to my face, I felt my arousal increase.
But instead of Vee planting her sex on my mouth, Ted’s dripping dick came into view, aiming straight for her welcoming hole.
He entered in one slow easy push then rapidly pounded her pussy. The two of them had a natural rhythm like any established couple would. Him ramming forward and her slapping back. Being so close to his wet dick, my cock shrank.
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