Sunday dinner with my family is a carbon copy of many in the past, except this time Angie and I keep exchanging little glances and secret smiles, both of us thinking about what we experienced just a few hours earlier. From time to time I force myself to think about something else or join in the conversation when I feel myself starting to lubricate. I am certain Angie is doing the same thing.
At the first opportunity, we excuse ourselves and retreat to my apartment so we can watch at least one of the unedited videos of my first encounters with the twins. Angie has her work clothes with her so she can spend the night.
I let her choose and she decides to watch the first one because it features the leg slings that she has yet to experience.
"Let's play with ourselves but not touch each other tonight. I want to save that for Tuesday when we have all new unedited material," she suggests. I agree with her.
"Would you like to borrow a vibrator or dildo?" I ask.
"I think I'll just use my fingers. It'll be like old times," she responds. "Can you imagine if we had known then what was in store for us?"
"Oh Lord! Our little brains wouldn't have been able to deal with it," I answer with a smile as I hit the play button.
We are both enthralled. I have watched this video countless times, but with no editing we are being treated to a lot of material that was cut from the copy I was given.
The first surprise is both twins entering the room together. They are naked and both are sporting impressive erections. My strip tease must have sparked their interest.
One of the men fastens my restraints while the other retrieves the cat o' nine tails from its hook on the wall. While that twin begins to run the silken ropes over my body, the other is taking measurements with a cloth tape close to where the ropes are tracing my skin.
"Well, shit!" I exclaim. "That's how they did it."
"Did what?" Angie asks.
"The arch they built for me fits like a glove. I couldn't figure out how they got everything exactly right. I had no idea there was more than one guy in the room and the tape just felt like one of the ropes on the cat. I'm impressed."
"They built an arch for me too," Angie offers, "and it also fit perfectly, but they never had an opportunity to measure me."
I am five-five while Angie is three inches shorter. All our height difference is in our legs. The rest of our bodies are the same size and we have been swapping clothes for years. The only difference is that a knee-length dress on her exposes more leg on me.
"No," I tell her, "but they have precise info about me and were probably able to study you on the sly to make an accurate estimate of the difference in our height."
Suddenly we are distracted when one twin leaves the room and the other, presumably Connor, buries his face between my thighs and makes me cum. Twice. We then get a good view of his face as he lies alongside me and finger fucks me into another orgasm. He is not wearing a condom. Angie and I are now squirming on the sofa.
We watch, fascinated, as Connor gets out of bed and quietly departs just as Brian enters. Both men are still fully erect but Brian has put on a condom. I notice that they leave the door slightly ajar to avoid making noise. The edited version of the videos only shows the doorway when I enter the room and much later as I leave it to search for my stalker.
One camera captures Brian's face perfectly as he slips his body underneath the spreader bar that is holding my legs wide apart. It is like an all-new video as we watch him ease his magnificent cock into my pussy and slide his arms under my shoulders. Angie pulls the hem of her skirt up out of the way and slides a hand down inside her panties. Glancing over at her with a heavy lidded smile, I do the same. Within seconds we are working on our pussies with experienced fingers.
Brian fucks me for a long time and his face is visible throughout most of our encounter. Toward the end, when he is pounding himself into me and my nipples are dancing to his rhythm, his face contorts as he loses control. My screams in the video compete with the muffled cries in my living room as Angie and I each clamp a hand over our mouths and cum within seconds of each other.
We are only vaguely aware that Brian is now kissing me and I am eagerly returning his kiss. Moments later, when I become aware of my surroundings, I stop the video.
"Oh God that was good," exclaims Angie, her fingers still moving very slowly inside her panties.
"I'll say," I respond breathlessly. "I needed that. I wanted to do it at the dinner table, but I thought my parents might think that was going a bit too far."
Angie starts to laugh and I join her, both of us responding to the mental picture that forms in our heads. Soon we are laughing uncontrollably and rolling about on the sofa like a couple of kids.
We decide to have a glass of wine and calm down before we watch the second video. Later, when I hit the play button, Angie is fascinated by all the anal activity that Brian has initiated. Then Connor fucks me with the butt plug in place. She cums twice before I use the safe word, forcing Connor to withdraw his cock and remove the plug. Moments later he carries me across the hall to place me on the bed. I hold back on my orgasm so I can cum as I watch him explode inside me several minutes later.
****
Monday starts out as a drag but then Brian and Connor, one at a time of course, find reasons to appear in our office spaces. Connor searches me out and identifies himself. From the way he is acting, I conclude that he's the one who fucked me on Saturday night. Later in the day, Angie reports the same suspicion about Brian.
But then we decide we aren't sure. Are they checking us out after they fucked us, or checking us out before trading places and fucking us this coming weekend? We are certain they will swap the next time, so we change our minds. And then change them back again. The only thing we know for sure is that one of the twins has not yet had the pleasure of doing Angie. Whoever he is, he must be ready to burst into flames by now.
Brian drops by for coffee the following morning and Connor makes an appearance in the afternoon. We are happy to see them, but our attention is riveted on the videos we're certain to find in our mailboxes when we get home. But there is nothing of note in either box. Tuesday has let us down.
Wednesday is a different story. We see no sign of Brian or Connor during the day, but our mailboxes are stuffed with goodies when Angie and I get home from work. We are on the phone together within seconds. We each have a video and a note. My note says the usual and tells me that I know what to wear. Angie's makes a point of telling her to skip the underwear. We are both told not to masturbate on Friday and to show up at seven sharp Saturday night.
"Wanna watch this stuff tonight?" Angie asks a little breathlessly.
