After the sex club revelation, Alan was able to participate in our sex games. No longer did we have to have threesomes without him, oh he always knew, because we would send him videos, but now he was able to participate; and it was quite fun. We set some rules for our play though. Basically, just let your partner know that you are going to be fucking one of the others, that was the only rule. And it worked out great, until Alan’s birthday party.
Seeing Maria, my wife’s sister, in her tiny bikini proved to be just too much. She left the pool area, giving her boyfriend Alan a long, wet kiss, before retreating to the kitchen to make some more drinks. The sun beat down on her perfect caramel skin, and she was showing a lot of skin. My wife, arguable hotter than Maria, was wearing an equally revealing bikini. Her long legs went for days until they met the teeny V shaped fabric that barely covered the space between her checks. She was on her tummy, tanning her back with her bikini top untied. I wanted to ravish her right there, in front of everyone! If it was only us four, I definitely would have, but there were others: Alan’s friends, some family that had no clue we all swapped and fucked each other’s partners. The world isn’t ready for that, and not sure if it ever will be.