This story has some brief lesbian/incest overtones, but not overly so. Very heavy on non-consent and reluctance. If you don't like these themes consider yourself warned. I'd like to express my gratitude to my friend
liqueur
for the story idea and encouragement.
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I could hardly believe that it was about to happen. I had fantasized about this for years. Long had I wanted my wife to agree to a threesome with another woman. She wasn't receptive at first, but the only reason I felt emboldened enough to bring it up to her was that she had previous expressed her bisexual curiosity to me.
When we had sex I mentioned it. When we saw an attractive woman out in public I would teasingly ask her what she would do with her in bed if she had the opportunity. She usually blushed with embarrassment and wouldn't elaborate.
Then, one day, she finally agreed to the threesome I had wanted for so long. The only catch, she insisted, was that she would choose the woman. I would have no input in the matter. In addition, I would only find out on the day that it was to happen and had to agree to go through with it or she would never give me another opportunity.
Those were some pretty big demands. Not only could I not back out for fear of losing my opportunity, but it would be possible that I might not find the woman attractive. But I trust her. She knows my preferences in women. It would be about both of us enjoying the activity, right?
The day arrived without any warning. She called me at work. She told me that when I arrived home that night, she and the woman would be waiting for me. Of course I was curious who she had chosen, so I asked who the "lucky" girl was. She dodged the question, reminded me that the choice was hers, and that I agreed to that stipulation. I pressed her for more info. I acknowledged that I did indeed agree to that, but there was no rule against me knowing this woman's identity. Especially since the day was here.
Her response shocked me. Not in an adverse way, either. But shocked, nevertheless.
She told me that the other woman would be her sister.
If I were capable of ejaculating spontaneously, the moment those words registered in my brain after hearing them on the phone would have made me do so. Kim. Her sister. Her younger, only sister, five years her junior. Kim had been the object of my masturbatory fantasies many times over. Just as beautiful as my wife, but thinner - waifish, actually. Kim had dark, curly hair, small (if any) breasts, and the same deep blue eyes as my wife.
I was surprised, actually. She had always been rather cool toward me. My wife blamed it on her being an introvert. Sometimes she bordered on being a bitch to most people. Yet my wife had somehow convinced Kim to come into our bed and allow me to fuck her?
I was elated.
And my wife! The reasoning I had used with her to convince her to have a threesome in the first place was to give her the opportunity to experience sexual pleasure with another woman, to satisfy her bisexual curiosity. But her sister? Would she really have sex with her sister? Would she actually commit incest?
Or was she just giving me the opportunity to fuck Kim like I had fantasized about for so long? A fantasy I had never shared with her out of fear of inducing jealousy and mistrust. How did she know about these hidden desires of mine?
I was about to find out.
I had just pulled into our garage after arriving home from work. It was later than usual. My wife knew in advance that I had to stay late tonight. Perhaps that's why this was the night that was chosen.
The house was eerily dark and quiet when I entered. There was no one in the living room. The kitchen lights were out. The only hint of light was coming from the master bedroom down the hall. I called out her name. She responded, telling me to come into the master bedroom. I could feel a surge of blood going to my cock as I walked slowly toward the door.
Inside, my wife was sprawled upon her side on the bed, clad in her white terrycloth bath robe. Her sister sat in the only chair in the room, also clad in a similar robe - my robe. They were both smiling, apparently eager for what was about to transpire.
Then the experience took an interesting turn.
Her sister Kim spoke the first words. They caught me offguard. "Hello, Jim. Please disrobe where you stand."
I had barely entered the bedroom, and I was already being asked to remove my clothes!? My stomach twinged with excitement. I unbuttoned my shirt, removed my slacks, shoes, and socks in record time. Only my underwear remained. I was hoping one of them would come over and take them off for me.
Kim looked me up and down, traced her fingertip along the lower lip of her mouth, and pointed toward my pelvic area. "Those, too. Remove them, please."
So I did. I dropped them to my ankles and stepped out of them, adding them to the pile of clothes at my feet.
She arose from the chair, my wife remained motionless on the bed, observing the interaction. Her sister slowly sauntered over toward me, glanced down at my erection nonchalantly, then back into my eyes as she pointed toward my erect member.
"What... is that?" Kim asked in what I can only describe as a disappointed voice. I became confused.
"That is my cock," I replied.
"Oh my," she stated. She turned and looked at my wife, "You were right, he does have a boy's penis. I was hoping you were exaggerating, dear sister." My ego was instantly deflated. I didn't feel anger, just a sudden sense of inadequacy. I knew that my penis was under the average size for a male. But my wife had never complained. She seemed to always be satisfied when we made love. Where was this criticism coming from?
My sister-in-law then began to untie the belt that restrained my robe on her. She opened it and let it fall of her shoulders and onto the floor. I drank in the beauty that was her body, clad in sexy lingerie. Very, very revealing lingerie.
Kim wore a black corset/bustier. It was cupless. Its top had two curves that bordered the bottom of her very small breasts. Even though she was much less blessed than my wife up top, I found her nipples to be divine - small, pink, candy-kiss in size and shape. She wore a garter belt that attached to the dark, thigh-high stockings on her legs. She had no panties on. A dark, lush bush of pubic hair adorned and obscured her sex.
She approached me even closer. My erection bobbed at the close proximity to this sexy young woman.
"You will do exactly as I say. You will obey my every command, and you will comply without comment or question. If you fail to follow these rules, this experience will end - immediately. If you understand me and wish to proceed, answer me with 'Yes, mistress.'" Her words were slow, methodical, and spoken in a very sultry tone.
I responded exactly how you would probably respond! "Yes, mistress."
"You will walk over to the chair that I was sitting in. You will sit down, pull your legs up, toward your chest, spread your knees, and allow them to rest on the arms of the chair. You will expose your entire genital and anal area to us. No verbal response is necessary. Go. Now," she stated as she pointed to the chair.
Wow, this was going to be kinky! I was so excited that I decided to play along. How could I not?
There I was, leaning back in the chair, my knees spread and up on the chair's arms, pelvis tilted upward, exposing every part of my private areas to them. Kim looked over at my wife and stated, "Proceed."
My wife arose from the bed, slowly shedding her robe onto the floor like Kim did, and and knelt down in front of me. I first thought that I was going to get a blowjob, but not yet. When she walked over to me I didn't notice that she had something in her hand, but I did notice that her pubic hair was completely gone.
She had never shaved her pubes completely off the entire time we were married.
I heard her turn on my rechargable beard clippers. The sound is very distinct. Slowly, methodically, she began to remove all of my pubic hair and the hair between my buttocks and around my anus. The vibrations against my skin made my penis - that's what her sister called it - bob up and down and emit a huge amount of precum. It trickled down my shaft like a small syrupy river. When she was done, not a single hair remained on or near my groin.
My wife arose, stepped back, and her sister came over beside her. They looked at each other, and my wife's sister told her, "Well done, my pet." Then they started kissing. Passionately. I was in awe. They kissed for only a short time, but what I witnessed filled me with lust and passion. I was willing to do anything at this point for them.
My dear sister-in-law then knelt in front of me. Her finger, with the lightest of touches, traced down my penis from the frenulum, over my testicles, and down to my anus. Kim then commented, "Now it really does look like a boy's penis. There's no way you can hide this little thing now."
The statement was deflating, but the way she said it was erotic. I was lost in my own internal dialogue of trying to decide what this all meant that I didn't observer what she was doing. I didn't observe her applying lubricant to her finger. The only thing that brought me back to attention was the cool, wet touch of her fingertip against my anus. I almost jumped out of my skin.
"Relax your sphincter. Allow your mistress to penetrate you. Be a good little boy with a little penis and let me in your most secret of places."
