Amy’s Revenge [MFF] (My Sister-in-Laws: Part 7)

Amy asked a few questions on the ride, but I deflected them to some degree. She knew this was a direct result of her asking to play with another woman. And the fact that I had so quickly arranged something seemed to concern her a bit. But she also looked excited. And nervous.

Alice greeted us at her door. Today she was in a pair of shorts that barely contained her ass that she put so much work into, and a tank top that showed off her lean build, sleeve, and modest breasts with their nubs showing through the fabric. Her smile was radiant as she greeted us and introduced herself to Amy.

Inside, we sat to chat and the two women got along easily. They shared similar interests and tastes, and Alice was not shy about admiring Amy’s outfit or how it looked on her. Amy, likewise, opened up and complemented Alice on her fantastic body and even told Alice they would have to be workout buddies some time. Alice was enthusiastic about the idea saying she could always use some good company.

When questioned about how we knew each other Alice told Amy that she was Rebecca’s friend and had met me while I was helping Rebecca with a project.

And this is where I took my cue. I told Amy that Alice had offered to join on Amy’s terms if she had ever decided to pursue a more open relationship. As I spoke Amy looked Alice up and down, desire, amusement, and a bit of concern on her face.

I proceeded. I explained that I had also asked Alice to be a mediator, because I wanted to make sure if we pursued this it was done right. I had something to tell her and asked her to let me tell it in full.

I could see the stony mask drop in place as it spoke. Guilt, regret, and sheer hard-headed determination filled me seeing that. I began. Starting with the first night Samantha slipped in the bed with me, explaining how things had progressed. How Rebecca had eventually become involved. And how Alice was involved, making it clear that Alice had not known until my phone call earlier and had only accepted this request because she thought I was sincere in my regret, as well as I owed both of them a deep apology for lying and betraying their trust. She had also wanted the chance to apologize to Amy herself even though she had not known. I told her that I regretted not handling this properly and that I would abide by whatever her wishes were from here out.

She sat in silence for a time. Emotions rolling across her face. Then she punched me. A sweeping, angry roundhouse punch that I accepted, turning my head just enough to prevent her from breaking her hand and my jaw. Fucking hell she had a good arm.

I regarded her calmly, tasting blood from a cut inside my cheek. I swallowed the blood when it built up. Her eyes blazed.

“Leave. Now.” She said. I stood up and bowed, then went outside and sat. I sat there for a long time. The late sun had turned to darkness when Alice stepped outside.

“You are a bit of a bastard, you know.” She stated.

“Yeah. I know.”

“Come inside. Go into my room and sit in the far right corner. Do not speak. We don’t want honeyed words right now.”

I nodded my head. The tinniest twitch in the corner of her mouth.

Her room was dark. Candle-lit with incense in the air. Heavy instrumental music low and thumping filled my chest. On the king size bed lay Amy. She was entirely naked, currently rubbing slowly over her body. Taking her time. The corner in which I was to sit had no candles. Only shadows. And when I got to it I saw rice sprinkled on the clean wooden floor. I knelt, embracing the feel of hard rice pressed into my skin by my own weight. And I watched Amy silently.

Alice entered shortly after, now entirely naked. I watched as she moved to the bed. As she run her hands over every inch of Amy, then lay on her. Their mouths joined. Their hands explored. Slowly at first. The. With more passion. Their mouths began to explore. I saw their delight. Their passio . Their lust. They took turns devouring each other. Toying each other. And when Alice took out the strap-on, Amy took it first. She was rough with Alice. Smacking her firm ass and pounding her as she moaned and screamed. I could see the sweat on their bodies. And Amy just got rougher. When she slipped two fingers into Alice’s ass, Alice lost it. Her whole body shook as she pulled away, the strap-on springing up as Alice rode out her orgasm.

But then it was Alice’s turn. Amy got off the bed and crawled to the corner I was in. It was the first time she looked at me. But she didn’t say anything. She stood up and placed her hands on the wall. Her delicious, heavy breasts hung over me, begging to be squeezed and sucked.

“Oh Alice. Cum fuck me already.” Amy purred. And Alice obliged her. I sat there, helpless except to watch Amy get fucked over and over.

Finally the two women lay together, tired and sated.

“Leave us. You may sleep on the couch tonight. And Nick. Do not play with that over-used piece of meat between hour legs.”

Falling asleep on the couch took some time. I was replaying the past several hours in my head and throbbing. But I had agreed to play by their rules.

I awoke to the press of naked skin against me. Soft lips on mine, a hand sliding down to squeeze my already hard cock through my jeans. Awake would not be a proper term for me at this point. Barely aware, but fully reactionary. My ensuing flip as I twisted us, ended up on top with legs around me and my mouth already biting down on her exposed neck was pure instinctual urge.

Small moans of pained pleasure as my hastily freed cock sunk into her tight, wet core without foreplay. Almost bottoming out on the first thrust followed by a series of hard deep thrusts that sank me inside. Nails in my back and ass, urging me on.

“Yes! Yes!” her voice cried. I felt her pussy begin to clench around me before my fully conscious mind finally caught up. I knew the voice. It was Alice. Even in the dark I could tell now.

“Wha..” I began, stopping, buried inside her as she ground her hips against me.

Soft fingers pressed my back. And someone kissed my cheek. It wasn’t Alice. She was moaning and digging her nails into me. Amy.

“It’s ok, honey. I wanted her to see exactly what happens when I, or apparently any willing partner, wakes you up like that,” Amy purred. Her hand slid up and down my back reassuringly.

“We’ll talk later. But know I chose this. I want to watch.” She said. She slapped my ass. “What the fuck are you waiting for, Sir? She want’s more. And I want to see your cum dripping out of her”

I needed no more coaxing as Alice pulled me to her, kissing my neck and gripping my ass. I let myself slip back into that primal state of need. Slamming into Alice like an animal. Biting, pounding. I dragged her into the floor and forced her to bend over the couch. Pushing her face into the cushions as I took this blonde Amazonian from behind. I came with her next orgasm. And the sight if Amy sitting on the cleared couch beside us, naked and fingering herself in the dim living room had me wanting more. I poured all the tension, the fear of losing Amy, the guilt, the lust after hours of watching these two women together, into Alice. And realizing I was still hard, and sensitive, I released the back of Alice’s neck and instead took her hair. I lifted her head as she moaned louder, then pushed her face between Amy’s thighs. Amy took her hair from me and we shared Alice like that. Amy soon came, half-drowning Alice right before a shared orgasm had Alice’s tight cunt milking my cum out deep inside her.

We collapsed for a minute, the three of us holding each other.

“Thank you, Alice. For helping us work things out.” Amy told her. Kissing her softly.

“Mmm. You’re welcome, dear. Very, very welcome.” She replied sleepily. “Shall we go to bed, now?” So we did.

The next morning found us awake, sore, and having coffee together. Amy shared some of the discussions she had with Alice. And her own struggle that eventually led to her deciding I needed to suffer. To see her with another person and helpless to do anything. But she also realized she didn’t want to leave me. If we could work through it, it might even be nice. And Alice had provided her the perfect testing ground to see if she could accept it. She had a few ideas that had begun to simmer. But she still wanted to try. And sincerely hoped Alice would join us more. As for her sisters. Well. That was a bit complicated. But we would discuss it.

For the time being, however, we enjoyed Alice’s company some more. And she enjoyed ours. Later, Amy asked me to check my email. I had messages from Rebecca and Samantha. They both received a single picture message reply. It was of Amy and Alice sitting together. Alice wore her strap-on. And Amy held a crop in one hand and Alice’s strap-on in the other.

“You’re both in trouble. -Your Sir and his Ladies.”

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