We arrived late to the Christmas party. And why wouldn’t we? My wife, Nenita, takes extra time to make sure she is completely put together. She doesn’t have to try to be sexy, she has the natural sex appeal of all people from her island nation, the Philippines. Her caramel skin is even more delicious than it looks. Stretch it over a 63-inch, 105-pound frame with curves in all the right places, and she could put on a trash bag and make it look sexy and trendy. But that’s not her. Not at all. She loves to dress up, and I love to undress her. Tonight, she was in a devilishly hot outfit. Simple, but so fucking sexy. A skimpy red dress that bordered on slutty; sexy and elegant. The length accentuated her legs, making them longer, slenderer, and sexier than they are if that’s even possible. Black heels completed the outfit, heels that matched the black thong and barely-there push-up bra that lay beneath the red fabric. The hem fell almost two inches shorter than fingertip length. The gold earrings and necklace were a perfect match, each speckled with diamonds. I looked her up and down before we left, eager to pounce and devour her. But I couldn’t. Her sister was with us as well.
While Nenita was holding us up, spraying the last daft of fuck-me-please perfume in the air and walking under it, while she was deciding on which set of jewelry would match, and which bra would be best concealed under her dress but still lift up the girls to get all the guys’ attention, Maria and I hung out in the living room. She was dressed already, as was I. And though my wife is sexy, Maria is no slouch either. If I could somehow create the perfect sexual being, it would be a combination of my wife and her sister. Maria is shorter than Nenita, 5’3 versus 4’11, and that extra four inches is in the trunk. I’ve been caught more than once staring at that plump, juicy, apple bottom. I just want to grab it, rip off her pants, and do naughty naughty things with my sister-in-law. If she wasn’t so young and naïve we could probably have a steamy affair, but she is so pure, so young, and so innocent. She just turned 23 and has barely been touched. She’s not quite a virgin but she may as well be. I would love to teach her, mold her, and create the most beautiful sex-crazed creature from scratch. She is a blank canvas.
While Nenita was getting ready, no doubt she could hear us giggling, laughing, and being flirtier than is appropriate. Hey, at least I’m keeping it in the family. An innocent brush of a hand to the forearm, a playful hug that lingered too long, and a not-so-quick peck on the cheek are all things that Maria and I have indulged in. She, thinking they are so innocent, while me, well, I just want to touch and taste every inch of her body. She has no clue that my flirtations are anything but harmless. I break my trance of staring at Maria’s upper thighs in her very short and sexy red and black checked flannel miniskirt, a little wintery Christmas classic combined with a lot of spicy sex appeal when my wife walked out of the bedroom. “Are you two finally ready?” she asked. We all have a laugh because we all know who was holding us up, and it wasn’t me and my steamy erotic thoughts of fucking my wife’s sister.
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The three of us crammed in the backseat of our Uber, and somehow, I was in the middle. Somehow, yeah right. I made that happen on purpose but made it appear accidental. Maria offered to trade, but I told her it wasn’t a long drive, and I would be fine. My left hand rested on my wife’s thigh, I leaned over and kissed her while my right hand dropped to my side, grazing the bottom of Maria’s skirt. I leaned over a little as I broke the kiss with my wife, making sure my hand stayed on her sister’s thigh. Two gorgeous Filipinos were on either side of me, and my hands were higher than they should have been, touching the smooth soft skin that I’ve loved since I first saw my wife all those years ago. We talked and laughed of nothing, and with each bump in the road, each giggle from either of them, my hand wandered higher on each side. I sneakily slid Maria’s skirt higher, and she didn’t even notice. So naïve. So innocent. So desirable. “Getting a little handsy over there, are you,” whispered my wife while laughing in my ear. She knows we flirt, she’s fine with it. It’s never gone farther than that and she thinks it’s cute. I’m lucky. My wife is not only the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen, but she’s okay with my flirting a bit. She knows I would never cross the line. I smiled at her remark and showed her a little more attention by easing my hand under the hem of her red dress, teasing her along the edge of her panties.
“Jealous much? That should fix it,” I smirked. We both laughed, and Maria, clueless, giggled along with us. Fuck I want her. I want them both. Is that so bad? I’ve struggled with that for a while. I would never, well, unless Nenita gave me the okay, then I would have my way with her, teach her how to sex. She’s only been with one guy, and he was, well, let’s just say she can do better. Way better.
We finally got to the party, only two hours late but who gets to parties on time anyway. As is common with Jack’s parties, ALL the beautiful people were there. It’s like he browses Instagram and invites all the models. In reality, several strip clubs are his clients, he’s a liquor distributor, and the ladies seem to love him. I found my friend, gave him a high five and a bottle of The GlenLivet, his favorite scotch. The girls went on their own way, mingling, flirting, and I’m sure being eyed by everyone with an Asian fetish. I’m guilty of that. I must admit I watched Maria’s ass as she walked away, side by side with my wife. The plumpness was barely contained in her miniskirt. To get a taste of what was underneath would be absolute heaven. Her skin was flawless, and despite being just under five feet, I could watch her legs for days. I’m sure the four-inch heels didn’t hurt anything. To be so young and naïve, she wears heels like a pro, never wobbly, just perfect, sexy strides. I’ve imagined sliding lace from under her dress, more than once, tangling it in the heel, and just bending her over in frustration, pushing the fabric up, and sliding myself inside her. In my fantasy, I’m grabbing onto the plump delicious ass, plumper than my wife’s, and fucking her with long, slow strokes. I bet her pussy is so tight. It’s hard to beat my wife’s, the Asian death grip envelops my cock when we have sex. I had to struggle with cumming too quickly when we first started fucking, but I’ve mastered that since. Still, I’m in a trance watching Maria walk away. I wonder, lace or silk? I would love to find out. I bet she tastes like candy.
I snap out of it when Jack punches me in the shoulder, apparently, it was his third attempt to give me the glass he poured, the 16-year-old scotch with a giant iceball in the glass. “Wake up man, a toast!” I raise my glass and click his, we take a sip and stare into the void of hot bodies that fill his den and pour out onto the patio and into the heated pool and hot tub. I watch my wife and her sister, mostly her sister. A good-looking guy is chatting up my wife, completely ignoring the diamond on her hand. I don’t mind. I’m having fun in my mind, watching Maria. She seems a bit out of place, not sure of herself with so many people, so many very sexy people. But she tops them all. She really does. Or perhaps it’s just my fantasy, the taboo of wanting my wife’s sister, all of her. Nenita carries on a conversation with the guy that’s trying to bed her, but Maria just gazes around. She looks lost. Yeah, I should rescue her from this awkwardness. I toast Jack again, and down the rest of the liquid courage. I’m not much of a drinker, not really at all, but that single malt goodness made me make way through the labyrinth of sexy, slutty, and elegantly dressed strippers, waitresses, and hostesses and put my hand on the small of her back.
“Need to be rescued,” I mused. She laughed and nestled her head into my chest.
“So many people, but I know none of them. Nenita is so chatty, So outgoing, and I’m just, well, you know, not. She fits in with anyone and, here I am, just..”
I interrupted, “Let’s go grab a drink at the open bar. Get away from this mob of a crowd. I don’t let her answer. I grab her hand, intertwining our fingers as if we were dating, and lead her out the room, onto the patio, and toward the bar that is set up outside. Jack’s place is amazing. His outdoor kitchen may be bigger than the behemoth cooking space that is located inside. He has everything. A full bar, a grill, a six-burner stovetop along with an over, and that’s just hit outdoor kitchen. Never mind the white speckled quartz countertops and copper vent hood that sits inside. My buddy Jack has done alright for himself. I guess alcohol is a thriving industry. There certainly is enough at this party to sink a small ship. There are three vacant bar chairs outside, and we take two of them. I slide closer to Maria, place a hand on her thigh, and motion the bartender over. Another gorgeous hot body. Jack spares no expense at his parties. The girl behind the bar is dressed in sexy Christmas attire, a taste candy cane. She is in a bikini of sorts, the top is red and white striped, lifting up her perfectly round breasts. I imagine there’s a gorgeous pink nipple begging to be sucked underneath. The bottoms are red and sparkly with a white fluffy border that matched her boots. She flashes a movie star smile at us both while serving us a rum concoction that smells like sex and Christmas. Maria and I clink our glasses and I have my second drink of the evening, which is probably two too many. I get a little more flirty with her and my hand eases up her thigh, she doesn’t seem to mind, notice, or care. Probably thinks I’m just being friendly when what I really want to do is take her to one of Jack’s five bedrooms and teach her what it’s like to have multiple orgasms. To bury my head between her thick, luscious, butterscotch-colored thighs would make this party the best ever. And probably make my cock harder than it’s ever been.
Nenita’s pursuer must have lost interest or realized she was married because she spotted us at the bar and took up the third chair. This time, it was Maria who was sandwiched in the middle. “What are you two up to,” Nenita said with a wink and a smile. “Enjoying the party?” She took a sip of her sister’s punch, waving off Candy Cane and her perfect tits.
“It’s great,” Maria said, “but I’m kind of feeling the hot tub.”
“Well let’s go!” I replied. My wife wasted no time in hopping off her perch. She’s a jacuzzi fanatic. Maria led the way, not that it was far, just across the patio and on the other side of the pool; a pool that was dotted with four guys and five girls, two of which were topless and the other three would be soon. One of the topless girls was a very pale-skinned Asian with the tiniest pink nipples I’ve ever seen. The other, her perfect contrast, as black as night, and her nipples were at perfect attention atop the sexiest of breasts. They began to make out as two of the guys cheered them on. We watched, turned on, at the show as we approached the hot tub. “Enjoying the girl-on-girl action,” my wife asked, laughing as she said it. Maria giggled with her, and I’m sure my face flushed.
“Well, yeah, I am a guy,” I exclaimed.
“Uh, we have a problem,” Maria said. “We have no swimsuits.”
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