An innocent massage for my sister in law. Part 3

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I stood there motionless, and in complete shock. Confused couldn’t even begin to describe how I felt.

I just had one of the craziest sexual experiences of my life. My wife Natalie and I just had mind blowing sex, all while my sister in law Kristine was tonguing my taint.

They sat there cuddled up on the couch glaring at me; each of them wearing a smirk that sent shivers down my spine.

“What?” I sounded guilty. “What?!” I forced a smile in an attempt to hide it.

Natalie broke the tension. “Have I ever told you about the boyfriend I had in high school?”

“Yeah, Brian. What about him?” Thoughts started to ping pong throughout my mind.

“I never told you that he was Kristine’s boyfriend first.”

“Yeah, until this bitch here decided to steal him from me.” Kristine gave Nat a playful little shove.

“Hey, I didn’t steal him. You decided to share him.”

*Share him?*

Kristine let out a small chuckle. “You were constantly staring at him!”

“I couldn’t help it! The dude never wore a fucking shirt.”

I was starting to get red in the face again. This time I wasn’t embarrassed. “What the fuck are you two talking about?”

“David, just sit down.” Natalie pulled me over to the couch. “When Kristine saw that I was attracted to Brian, she just told me to go for it. She never got jealous, and neither did I.”

I just sat there for a moment, trying my best to process what she was saying.

“When Kristine told me how much her back hurt, I told her to ask you for a massage. She blushed a little and I knew.”

Kristine looked towards the floor, then back up at me with big brown doe eyes. Her cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink and mine quickly followed.

“I gave her my blessing and here we are.”

“You gave her your blessing?” I felt humiliated and excited. “You didn’t think to ask me how I felt about it?”

“David, you’re constantly staring at her. You used to practically beg me to go watch her volleyball games.”

Natalie told me all about their conversation the day of the massage and how they decided that they wanted to play a game. If I turned down Kristine, we would have a conversation and see if I was ok with it. But if she was able to get me in bed, then they would have no choice but to punish me for cheating.

“What do you mean punish me?”

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see.” She gave my knee a little squeeze and stood up. “Who’s hungry?”

I was instructed to get dressed. “Just casual, like a button down and a pair of jeans. Get ready and wait for us in the living room.” I did what I was told.

I grabbed a rock glass from the cabinet and poured myself a bourbon. I needed a drink, bad. I sat on the couch and stared at the golden liquid. I lifted it in the air to admire it for a moment, then lowered it to my nose to appreciate its complex bouquet of allspice, apricots, and notes of vanilla. I took a small sip and let it linger in the front of my mouth. I closed my eyes and let myself sink back into the couch. Gravity pulled the spicy, oaky fluid over my tongue and I finally, after sleepless nights and guts that were riddled with guilt, felt some semblance of peace. I started to nod off.

“Ready?”

I was jolted back to reality. Two divine beings stood in front of me.

Natalie looked like an absolute enchantress. She was wearing a skin tight, black dress that looked like it was shrink wrapped to her. It hugged every perfect curve from top to bottom. The absence of straps allowed a seamless transition from the lines of her collarbones to the peaks of her shoulders. The summer sun had brought out the cutest freckles on her nose but the burgundy lipstick sent a completely different message. She looked like pure fucking trouble. I was in for it.

Kristine looked like an angelic harlot if that makes any sense. The white dress she was wearing perfectly contrasted her sun kissed skin tone. The sheer fabric in the center gave a peak of her toned abdomen and the tops of her hips. In fact the only part of her dress that wasn’t see through was a thin strip of fabric that covered her breasts so tight that they nearly spilled out the top, and a short half slip that just barely covered her ass.

My pants immediately started feel tight and bourbon started to trickle from the tipping glass that was escaping my clutch.

“I feel severely under dress and out of my depth.”

Natalie had a sinful grin. “That’s the point.”

“The Uber is here,” said Kristine.

We walked outside and I opened the car door to let them in. They each gave me a playful smack on the ass as they entered the car and just when I started to get in, Nat pushed me back, closed the door and motioned to the front seat. I leaned forward to look at the driver and he just gave me a smile and patted the seat. I opened the door, got in and he pulled away.

“Can I play some music?” Kristine asked the driver for the auxiliary cable so she could plug it into her phone.

“Sure thing!” Said the driver.

She plugged it in and without delay “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails started to play. “*I wanna fuck you like an animal,”* was blasting through the speakers. I looked back at them and Natalie had one leg propped up on Kristine’s knee, allowing me to see the absence of underwear. I looked up and she blew me a little kiss. My whole body tensed and my testicles started to ache. *This bitch.*

After about 10 minutes we pulled up to the front door of the restaurant, I threw the driver a few bucks for a tip and got out. I opened the car door for the ladies, and Natalie stepped out. When she stood up, she grabbed my crotch and gave me hard kiss on the lips.

She whispered in my ear, “I hope your hungry,” and reached back to pull Kristine out behind her.

We walked in the front door and immediately all of the eyes at the bar moved to them, then flashed to me with a hint of jealousy and momentary hatred. The hostess took us to a table at the center of the room. I pulled out a chair to seat Natalie then went to the other side of the table to seat Kristine, but she made herself comfortable in a chair next to Nat. I look befuddled for a moment then resigned to sit across from the two beauties.

The waiter took our drink orders, cabernet for the ladies and an old fashioned for me. He read off the specials, but I didn’t hear a word he said. One of their legs was stretched out under the table and was making its way up the inseam of my jeans. I could feel the tension growing in my boxer briefs. Five little toes were starting to knead the tip of my cock. Natalie and Kristine were staring at the waiter listening intently, as if what was happening under the table was witchcraft and not of their doing.

“And for you, sir?”

I cleared my throat. “Um… yes… the special please.”

“Which one, sir?”

“The steak?” God, I hoped one of the options was steak. “Medium rare?”

“Excellent. That will be out for you shortly.”

As soon as the waiter left the table I reached under the table and into my pants. I tucked myself under the waist of my jeans and I pushed my chair out with clear sexual frustration.

“I’ll be right back.”

I got up, didn’t even look at them and made a beeline to the bathroom. I stood at the sink, turned on the cold water and immediately splashed my face. I heard the door open then close behind me, then the sound of the lock clicking shut.

“Davie, are you ok?”

Kristine stood by my side massaging my right shoulder.

“Where’s Nat?”

“She’s back at the table. She wanted me to check on you.”

One of her hands moved down from my shoulder, rode along my side and around to the front. She lifted the front of my shirt and slipped her hand down into my pants pushing my erection back down where it should be. The tips of her fingers grazed the base of my cock as she reached further to cradle my balls. She pushed to the tips of her toes and stretched her neck out to bite my ear. She let out a deep moan and whispered in my ear.

“Relax. We just want to play with our food a bit before we eat.”

She pulled out her hand, spun me around and unzipped my pants. She reached into my fly and pulled out my cock with one hand and grabbed the collar of my shirt with the other. She pulled me down hard and started to suck on my lower lip. She pulled at it with a playful bite then squatted down in front of me. Her dress popped up to her hips and I got a clear view of her pussy.

“Just a taste.”

She started to lick the tip and moved down the shaft to make out with the space between the base and the scrotum. She pulled back and took in just the head. The warmth of her mouth hugged my cock and she swirled her tongue around so slow that I could feel every single one of her taste buds independently massage the sensitive skin under the head. It felt fucking amazing. She started to work the shaft with her hands, but let go to grab the hips of my jeans. She pulled herself into me slow but firm so I could feel the head of my cock bottom out. She worked the back of her throat as if she was actually trying to swallow it whole. Over and over again until I could feel myself swell up and press hard on her tonsils. I was about to explode in her mouth, but she could sense it and pulled back fast.

“Not yet.” She gave me a smile made of pure evil. “Save it for later.”

She stood up, fixed her dress, gave me a peck on the cheek and walked out the door. I just stood there with my dick hanging out of my pants. I seriously considered locking the door and finishing myself off. I was incredibly frustrated. They were fucking torturing me, but if that was just a sample of what was to come, I’d have to see it through. I packed myself back into my jeans, checked myself in the mirror and headed back out to the table. I sat down, grabbed my drink and sucked it down in one big gulp.

“You two are fucking monsters.”

“You had sex with my sister.” Natalie retorted. “Now you have to pay the price.”

I had to admit, if getting sexually tortured by these two was the worst of my punishment for cheating on my wife, I had it pretty good.

As the waiter walked by, I requested a refill on my drink. “Make it a double, please.” I needed all the liquid courage I could handle tonight.

The rest of the evening was fairly mild. Lots of heavy petting under the table and verbal harassment above. The waiter brought the bill and Kristine ordered another Uber for the ride home. They made me sit in the front again. I felt exhausted and when we got home I couldn’t help but bust through the door and sit at the table. The girls followed behind me giggling the whole way and when I sat, Natalie immediately pulled her dress up to her hips and straddled me on my chair. She took my chin in her hand and pulled my lips up to hers. She started to passionately kiss me, and as her tongue swam around in my mouth I reached around to place a firm grip on her ass, but she pulled away.

“Ah, ah, ah… hands down, sir.”

She stood up and pulled me out of my chair. I felt a little uneasy.

*Too much to drink?*

“Go get into bed. Get naked and lay there. I’ll be in soon.”

She gave me another deep, tongue filled kiss and gave my chest a gentle shove. I did an uncoordinated turn on my heels and headed down the hall. A part of me couldn’t wait to get into bed, so I did as I was told. I dropped my pants, removed my shirt, underwear and socks and got between the sheets. I was patiently waiting as instructed. The bed felt more warm and comfortable with every passing minute, and I foolishly drifted off to sleep. I didn’t seem to have a choice.

I woke up in a panic. I couldn’t see. Something was covering my eyes. I tried to pull it off, but my arms were bound at the wrist. My ankles were tethered too.

*What the fuck is going on?!*

“Hey there sleepy head.”

*Fuck*

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