For background to this story, please see my story, 'Angel-In-Law'.
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I arrived at the door of my brother Dave and his wife Angela, on Friday just before dinnertime, as I always did for our threesome weekends together. Angela greeted me at the door, as she always did, with an affectionate kiss and a warm hug, and Dave threw his arms around me in a warm, brotherly bear-hug.
This time, though, there was another person present to greet me on my arrival -- a dark-haired buxom woman who bore a strong similarity to Angela.
"You must be Gina," I said, offering her my hand. "Pleased to meet you. I've heard so much about you."
"And you must be Rick," she answered, smiling, taking my hand in her own. "Likewise, and likewise."
Angela quickly herded us all around the dining-room table, and set another of her amazing meals in front of us, along with a couple bottles of hearty red wine. The wine and the conversation flowed.
Angela had been promising me that, one of these times when I came to spend an erotic weekend with her and Dave, she'd invite Gina for the same weekend. For various reasons, it had never quite worked out, but this time, obviously, the stars were all in their proper alignment, and Gina and I were here at the same time.
I'd met Gina once before, at Dave and Angie's wedding, but that had been several years ago, just before I'd gotten engaged to Abby, my late wife. I remembered thinking at the time that Gina, like my new sister-in-law, was an exceptionally beautiful woman, but it had never gone any further than that in my mind, since I was already attached to Abby.
Gina was every bit as beautiful and vivacious as Angela. Two years younger than Angie (as I was two years younger than Dave), she was slightly taller, with somewhat softer features. As she engaged in the animated conversation, I found myself looking admiringly at her. I had been struck by how fortunate Dave was to have married Angela, and now I was thinking that whoever married Gina was going to get a pretty similar prize.
After dinner, the conversation moved to the den, and everybody got fresh glasses of wine, which helped keep things warm and relaxed. When it was beginning to get dark out, Dave leaned forward in his chair and made a movement toward standing.
"Well," he began, "just to get things started off, why don't we just keep things in everybody's comfort zone? Gina, why don't you and I head to the master bedroom, and Angie and Rick can either stay here in the den, or go to the guest bedroom. Does that sound good to everybody?"
"Sounds great to me," agreed Gina. She stood and walked down the hall with Dave, toward the bedroom he usually shared with Angela.
Angela turned to face me. "So, dear brother -- what's your pleasure? You want to stay here, or go to the guest room?"
"Right here is fine with me," I said, recalling the many times that Angela and I had had passionate sex on the same couch we were sitting on at that moment. "But. . . I have to ask you something."
"Sure; what?"
"Um. . . Gina and Dave have a 'comfort zone' with each other?"
Angela laughed. "Why Rick -- are you jealous already? You've barely just met her; you haven't even seen her naked yet."
"No," I protested, although it came out sounding lamer than I wanted it to. "It's just that. . . I mean, I didn't know. . . Have she and Dave. . ."
"Been fucking each other?"
I nodded.
Angie laughed again. "Of course they have. You think you're the only family member Dave and I would share with?"
I started to stammer a reply, but Angie put on a more serious face and continued. "Gina got married a couple years after Dave and I did. But her husband was the world's biggest jerk and loser. She put up with his crap until a couple years ago, when he dumped her and ran off with some slut he met at work. It's almost funny -- as big a loser as he was, HE dumped HER. But Gina knows that really, he did her a huge favor by running off, and not making her be the one to agonize over leaving first. Much easier this way."
"Yeah; ironic, though."
"No kidding. It was kind of a kick in the head for Gina, at first, but she's never really looked back, or wished she'd stayed married to him. Good riddance to that jackass."
"Anyway," Angela continued, "we actually started having Gina in our bed a few months before our first time with you. Just like you, we love Gina, and we want to take care of her as best we can. It's been really healing for her just to know that someone thinks she's an attractive and desirable woman."
"Are you kidding?" I stammered. "You and Gina are the two most beautiful women I've ever met! How could she not know how desirable she is?"
Angie smiled wryly. "It's a woman thing; she could be the most beautiful woman in the world, and she'd still think she looked like a warty old hag."
Suddenly, from down the hall, we heard the muffled sound of Gina's ecstatic cries of sexual pleasure.
"Come on, lover," Angie urged. "We can psychoanalyze my sister later. If we don't get started, they'll end up having to wait for us."
Angela pulled me up off the couch, and began unbuttoning my shirt as I leaned down to kiss her passionately. I ran my hands up under her sweater, savoring the smoothness of her skin. I found the clasp of her bra and deftly unfastened it, moving my hands forward to cup her luscious breasts, with her bra cups now dangling loosely under her sweater.
When Angela had finished unbuttoning my shirt, she peeled it back over my shoulders, so I was naked from the waist up. She ran her face sensually over my chest, purring and nuzzling my chest hair.
"Mmmmm, nice," she purred.
Sliding my hands upward, I stripped her sweater and bra off over her head, exposing her full, round breasts to my appreciative gaze. I leaned forward to nuzzle them, and suck on her nipples, while Angela purred happily, clutching my head tightly against her tits. Then I stood up, and savored the sensation as she rubbed them against my chest. I grabbed her ass, and pulled her tightly against my groin, so we were virtually dry-humping each other through our jeans.
Quickly, Angela moved her hands to the waistband of my jeans, fumbling to undo the button, and pull down the zipper. She slid my jeans down my legs so that, once I stepped out of them, I was left with my briefs as my only remaining article of clothing. My erection poked against the stretchy fabric, making a tent out of it, a circle of pre-cum growing around the tip of my cock.
She reached inside the elastic waistband of my briefs, and took hold of my pulsating rod, sliding her hand back and forth along my shaft, and spreading the slick ooze from my cockhead all along my length. With her other hand, she caressed my balls, until I was nearly ready to come.
But I didn't want to come yet. I stepped back from her, and dropped my briefs to the floor. Then I quickly stripped her own jeans off her, and her panties in the same motion, so she was as naked as I was.
We were both breathing heavily now, but before I went inside her, I wanted to get her off orally. So I pushed her back onto the couch and knelt between her legs. I looked up into her eyes, to see them flash with excitement, while she grinned with anticipation. I absolutely love to eat Angela's pussy, and she loves to have her pussy eaten.
I put her knees up over my shoulders and leaned in to savor the rich aroma of her arousal. At first, I nibbled and nuzzled along her inner thighs, slowly drawing closer to her savory opening. When I encountered her thick, dark pubic hair, I nuzzled in it, and teasingly tugged at it with my lips. Moving closer, I found her puffy labia and began to slowly lick and suck them, causing Angela to groan with delight. With my tongue, I probed into her tunnel, finding it slick and spicy with her erotic juices. Finally, I found her clit, and began to gently suck on it, occasionally flicking my tongue across it, causing Angela to groan, and dig her heels into my back. When I began to make broad, ice-cream licks along the whole length of her womanhood, she raised her hips up off the couch and clenched her legs tightly around my head, as she cried out with her first orgasm.
I smiled to myself in satisfaction of having given Angie such pleasure, and I began to lick her to another climax, when I became aware that Angie and I were no longer quite alone. I turned, without moving my mouth from Angie's pussy, to see Gina and Dave standing by the doorway, both of them as naked as Angie and I were.
"God, look at him eat her," I heard Gina say.
"Mm-hmm," Dave agreed.
"Any man that will eat a pussy like that, is a man I want to get to know."
"I think that's the idea," Dave whispered.
