[Not bdsm, really. That wasn't what she wanted or needed. Not S&M for sure. Mostly what she wants is domination, a bit of bondage... with a twist of lemon. Lucky me, they are sisters.]
"You've never had an orgasm?"
"That's not what I said. I said I've never had a man give me an orgasm. I've kept Eveready in business. You gave me a few when we were teens, I pay a surcharge on my electric bill for vibrator use and I let my fingers do the walking, but no man has ever been able to get me where I want to go."
My wife Kathleen was talking with her sister, Samantha. I was in the next room supposedly working on my computer. I heard their conversation. I wondered where Kathleen would go with the revelation her older sister had just made. Kathleen was thirty-six and Samantha was about to turn forty. They were together to plan a small party or wake for her fortieth.
"Pete could give you one." Kathleen said. I yelled in my head, 'Yeah!' Sam was a knockout! The thought had crossed my mind about having her as a sex partner a few thousand times since I married Kathleen. Kathleen and her sister were almost the same height, weight and coloring. However, Kathleen was blessed with the breasts that will probably never sag. I've heard it said that more than a handful is a waste. Kathleen's super sensitive breasts are just a mouthful. She wears a bra occasionally, for fashion sake or because she wants to wear the lace. Never for support. Her sister wears a bra most of the time. Gravity will have it's way with her breasts eventually. When she stayed over, a couple of years before the conversation I'm telling you about, I peeked in her suitcase and saw the tag on her Olga bra, 34C.
"You'd let your husband have sex with me?"
"Yes! You're my sister. He's a great lover. If it can be done, he can do it! Would you like that as your birthday present from both of us?"
"It feels like your offering him cheating on you. I don't want that."
"If I know about it. If I set it up, how could it be cheating? Cheating is when you screwed Bobby Franklyn when you were a senior!"
"You're never going to let that go, are you? I'm sorry. You made him sound like such a stud I just had to see if the hype was true."
"Ok. Bobby Franklyn is over. Done. Finished. I won't mention him ever again."
"If I accept your offer of Pete for my birthday, how do we do it? And, when?"
"It's Saturday. None of us are due to work until Monday morning. Do you have anything you must do between now and Monday morning?"
"You mean like laundry, eating, sleeping, cleaning my apartment? Nothing except all those things."
"The eating and sleeping can be done here. If I go with you we can get your place clean and laundry done by dinnertime tonight. We'll take Pete out to dinner and bring him home and start your birthday present."
"When in this process are you telling Pete about his part in your plan?"
"Now! Come with me."
I hit a few keys on the computer and an EXCEL page showed. They came in and I looked up. "Lunch time already?"
"Nope." Kathleen said, "We need to talk. Is now a good time?"
"Sure!" I pushed my chair back a few inches and they both sat down.
"You know that Sam's birthday is next week. She told me what she really wants and it can't be bought. It has to be given and you're the only one I believe can give her the gift. We want you to give her the gift this weekend. Ok?"
"Do I get to know what this gift is?"
"Yes, but I want you to be clear that what she wants is personal and that you giving it to her is my idea. You won't be breaking any rules or agreements if you give her what she wants."
"Ok, If it's within my power to give her whatever it is, I will happily give her the gift."
"Great! Right now we're going over to her house and we'll be back by seven. We will take you out for dinner when we get back and the gift begins when we get back from dinner."
"What is the gift?" I asked, knowing full well what it was but playing along.
"I'll tell you on the way to dinner." They got up and within a minute were out the door and gone. I thought a lot about the gift. She wants an orgasm given to her by a man. This man. She's almost forty, great looking and has men flocking to her like flies. What could possibly be keeping her from giving in and allowing her body to have an orgasm?
Over the next two hours I thought about the various times we had been together with her and the men who lusted after her. What was missing? It hit me like lightning! She was Kathleen's sister.
Both appeared strong, self-assured and assertive and it was accurate... everywhere except in intimate relationships. The first few times we, Kathleen and I, had been together, in the Biblical sense, I had been the gentle, sensitive lover the women's magazines talk about. Then I had a really bad day at work. My boss came in and yelled at me for something I had nothing to do with. When I left work at five I had a flat tire and ruined a good pail of slacks changing the damn tire. By the time I picked Kathleen up for our date I was still seething inside but put on a pleasant face for the public.
She invited me in after our date and in our first kiss I became the Hulk. I turned green and aggressive. I ripped her clothes off her body. I demanded what I wanted and I got it. She loved it! She surrendered herself to me and had her first screaming orgasm that night. What she wanted was to be my submissive. She wanted a place in her life where she could be taken care of. She didn't make a single decision that night, from the first kiss on.
Everywhere else in her life she is powerful, assured and capable. In our sex life I am the master. She had figured out that her sister needed the firm hand too. I closed the computer down and began preparations.
It was after three when my cell phone played the song that told me Kathleen was calling. It played, "When You Say Nothing at All", by Alison Krauss.
"She wants me to dominate her?" I asked.
"I knew you were listening! Yes! Are you ready?"
"Willing and able. The playroom is complete and I just have one question for you. Are you available for playing too or this just for Sam?"
"You know I am always willing. I bow to your judgment."
"When we get home from dinner you will take Sam into our bathroom, strip her and get her showered. If she isn't shaved, shave her. Then use a blindfold from the drawer in the bathroom and bring her to the playroom. You will both be nude and wet."
"I just flooded myself!"
"Do not clean up. Stay wet. As soon as I get off the phone go back to Sam and tell her how turned on you are at the thought of her having sex with me. If she says anything or does anything that says she doesn't believe you, show her your wet cunt!"
"Oh Jesus! She hasn't seen it since high school!"
I closed the phone. I would be playing with both of them. I was already playing with both of them. From this weekend on Sam would be mine just as much as Kathleen. When everything was ready I went back inside and got ready for dinner. I called and made reservations for us.
At six-fifty they arrived. Kathleen parked in the driveway. I was glad I'd had the Explorer detailed on Friday. They came inside, Kathleen kissed me hello and went to quickly shower and dress. Sam stood a few feet away from me in the kitchen, dressed for a night out clubbing, dancing and rubbing her body on various men. The dress hugged her, ended half way down her thighs and showed a generous hint of cleavage. She wore no jewelry, which was pretty standard for her.
"You look great! When Kathleen came home she gave me a kiss. Do I get one from you as well?"
She jerked a little and said, "If you want one, sure."
We stepped together and I gently kissed her for a few seconds. No fire, no flames, no reaction. I drew back and said, "Enough of the kiss we'd share after Church. I want a kiss." My hand pressed on the back of her head and our lips crushed together. A few seconds passed and I pushed my tongue inside her mouth. Her hands didn't know where to go or what to do. When she surrendered to the kiss I broke it and stepped back.
"Thank you, Sam. That was a good kiss." Kathleen came into the kitchen hopping on one foot as she put her shoe on the other foot.
"I'm ready!" She said. I guided them out to the Explorer and opened the back door. Kathleen jumped in and slid over to sit behind the driver's seat. Sam needed a little help getting up into the truck. When she was in I closed the door and went around to the driver's door.
"Seat belts, please." I said as I hooked mine.
As I drove down the street Sam asked, "Why didn't you sit up front?"