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This story could fit into several categories -- lesbian, fetish,group sex. I chose the one that fit the first chapter the best.
I was really glad I had worn my sunglasses. The tinted glass of the airport terminal did little to lessen the reflection off the runway and the jumbo jets parked at the jetways up and down the concourse. Dan and I had arrived way too early to meet Jill's plane. I didn't mind since the air conditioning worked well. The only thing I minded was the horrendous prices the little bar charged. Still, there was little else to do. We sat by the window and were sipping our third drink when the PA system announced the arrival of the flight from Phoenix.
When the door finally opened at the gate, we were standing outside the security checkpoint. Jill wasn't the last person off, but she was far enough back in the pack that we were beginning to wonder if she had missed her flight. Then she was there. She looked great. Living in the desert agreed with her. Her face and arms were almost a mocha color and her light brown hair shot with lighter streaks. She spotted us and her face broke into a grin. Her teeth were bright white in contrast to her tanned face.
She threw her arms around me, then Dan, and we spouted all the usual things when you meet someone you love after a long separation. She hooked each of us with an arm, her carry-on bag hanging from her shoulder, and we headed for the baggage claim. Dan was pretty quiet, but I didn't care. Jill and I had been sisters-in-law for 6 years until she divorced my brother, Paul, the year before. Since the split, I had stayed in closer touch with Jill than with my brother, in spite of the fact that he lived in the next town. Jill had moved down to Arizona.
We retrieved Jill's bag and Dan wheeled it behind us as we made our way through the crowds to the parking garage. Jill rode in the middle in front and we wound our way out of the garage. Soon we were zipping down the freeway and Jill was still catching us up on things that didn't make their way into emails and the occasional card. My arm was along the seat back. Jill gave off a scent combined of her light makeup and a faint coconut aroma. I didn't know if it was some new scent, or if the sunblock had just soaked into her system. It was pleasant, in any case.
I noticed that Jill's hand found its way to Dan's leg. I didn't mind, but I didn't recall any expressions of such a closeness between them before. I mentally shrugged and let it go. I let my hand drop onto her opposite shoulder and hugged her. She leaned into me, and her hand on Dan's leg squeezed at the same time. I glanced at Dan's face. It was amusing to see he was blushing slightly. He had his own sunglasses on, so I couldn't really see his expression. Oh well, she was family after all. She liked to say that she had divorced Paul, not his family. This week was going to be fun.
Dan pulled the car into the garage and cut the engine. He got Jill's bag from the trunk and followed us into the house. Jill offered to take custody of her bag, but Dan said he'd put it in her room. I made a bee-line for the bathroom while they trundled down the hall.
We have two bathrooms. One off the master bedroom and the second, which was shared by the two smaller bedrooms. The smaller one was closer and I really had to pee. I jerked my jeans and panties down and let loose before I realized that the door to one bedroom was completely open, and the one to the room Jill would use was slightly ajar. Oh, well, it was too late then. It was just my husband and 'sister', both of whom had seen and heard me pee before.
What I didn't expect were the sounds I heard after my stream dropped to a trickle. A frown lodged on my brow when I heard low voices -- obviously trying not to be overheard -- and then, Jill's giggle. I sat still and silent wondering what all the whispering was about, the last drops of pee falling from my crotch to the bowl. Again a voice -- Dan's -- then Jill's quiet laugh. Then silence. I realized they had noticed the open door and were probably trying to decide what to do.
Then Dan (in a normal voice) said, "So, what's your job like in Phoenix?" I knew then that he was trying to cover. We had known for months "what her job was like", since we got nearly daily emails. My curious bone twitched. My eyes narrowed and I began to reassess my trusted husband and my trusted 'sister'. I vowed to get to the bottom of it, and soon. Then I smiled. I remembered that my birthday was in just a few days. It was part of the reason for the timing of Jill's visit. I heard Jill make some b.s. covering remark and their voices faded, growing louder as they passed the closed hall door, then fading completely as they moved away. I wiped and flushed, sliding my pants up quietly.
Jill had not visited us since the last time she and Paul had stayed with us, shortly before their divorce. I washed my face with cool water and tried to control my curiosity. What I wanted to do was to go out and ask what all the whispering was about. I'm terrible about surprises. But I might be wrong. It might not be about my birthday, but about something else entirely. But what?
I patted my face dry. Then, in the back of my mind, a light went on. One of Dan's favorite fantasies was to have a threesome. I found the idea of sharing our bed with a third person attractive, but I didn't think I could ever find the courage to actually go through with it. He had started by telling me about his fantasy of having two women at the same time. We had even discussed inviting another man into bed -- "Fair's fair," Dan said. -- and I liked that idea even better.
We had even gone as far as trying to decide if we knew women and men that we thought we might be comfortable having sex with. During our fantasy discussions about possible partners, Jill's name had never come up. I knew Dan had always liked her and found her attractive. He had never tried to hide it. One thing that was a part of all the scenarios was full participation. In other words, the partner of the same sex would not balk at interaction with the third person. That was what made it so difficult to come up with a likely candidate.
It was extraordinarily easy to imagine Jill in bed with us. Jill, all skinny, with her newly tanned skin next to Dan's extra hairy body, then my pale, pudgy (but, Dan assures me, sexy) self. I found the fit good, maybe too good! Then I frowned. I wasn't sure I wanted to broach the idea. Dan has convinced me that my body looks great to him, but I can look in the mirror. Still, who am I to argue when he calls me "Reubenesque", and "voluptuous"? The way he makes love to me, his pleasure in my body is evident, so I long since stopped worrying about the ten or fifteen extra pounds I wear around my waist and hips.
