Angie gave me that sly grin, so I sat next to her on the couch and relaxed, my legs spread. Her hand ran up my leg and her fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shorts. Glad I wore my baggies today. Her fingers crawled further up my leg as my cock slowly stiffened. I looked into her baby blues. She touched her tongue to her lips and narrowed her eyes. Man, it's good to have a horny wife.
Her cousin Jennifer was spending the weekend with us before heading off to her freshman year in college, and was in the shower as we sat enjoying a few minutes alone.
"You sure you want to start something? She'll be out any minute now," I said.
She replied by taking my cock in her hand and firmly squeezing it.
"I guess we can finish later if we have to," I said.
Turning her body toward me, she said, "I'm not worried, are you?"
As her hand continued its stroking inside my pants, I lay back and closed my eyes. What did she mean by that? She knew I was hot for her cousin. No, this couldn't be what I thought. "Not if you aren't," I said.
"Good." She stroked some more. "Do you like Jennifer's new haircut?"
"Yeah, I do."
"It's been a couple months since we've seen her. She's looking very grown up."
"Uh huh," I said.
"She's getting a nice round ass," she said.
"Yes, I noticed."
"I know you noticed."
I was getting very hard. Angie used to get jealous when I noticed other women. Not until a few years ago did she start loosening up, seeming to enjoy the fantasy. She asked who I thought about -- I gave her a short list, and her cousin Jennifer was on it. The horniest I've ever been was when she let me pretend I was fucking Jennifer when I was drilling her. That was a couple years ago.
Angie whispered in my ear, "What do you want to do tonight?"
"I think you know," I murmured.
"No. Tell me."
I breathed deep as her hand stroked. "I want to fuck."
"Who do you want to fuck?"
Here's where the wrong answer can blow the whole day. "You know who I want to fuck."
"I want to hear you say it."
I took a breath. Some pre-cum began to rise as her hand squeezed my cock. "I want to fuck Jennifer."
"Maybe I'll let you."
Oh, God it was hard not to come right then. The shower kept running. "Would you really do that?"
"Only if I can watch. Maybe we'll both have you together."
"What if she doesn't want to?"
Angie smiled and kissed me. "Jennifer and I have been talking."
"Oh?"
With a muffled squeak the shower stopped running. My first instinct was to get Angie's hand out of my pants, but I fought it. Instead, I reached up and caressed her cheek, then kissed her deeply and passionately.
The sounds of footsteps came down the hall.
"Close your eyes," Angie whispered.
I did so, and leaned my head back on the couch. She went back to stroking my cock, though gently this time. I listened as the footsteps entered the room, and it was all I could do to keep from looking, knowing I'd see Jennifer. I wondered what she was wearing. Neither of them spoke.
I felt someone sit on the couch next to me.
Another hand touched my other leg. I smiled.
This new hand, smaller than my wife's and more timid, slowly moved under my shorts and fumbled with my boxers. Angie let go of my cock and pushed it toward her cousin as Jennifer's fingers reached the flesh of my rod. Oh, those sweet young hands, those eighteen year old fingers around my cock were a dream come true. I imagined Angie nodding her encouragement.
Then my wife's hand slid out, and I felt her unbuttoning my shorts, followed by the zipper slowly going down.
Angie pulled my cock out and I opened my eyes a crack to watch her head descend upon it. The warmth and pressure of her mouth sent a wave of pleasure through me. I opened my eyes all the way and beheld Jennifer. Gorgeous young Jenny, staring at my cock.
She wore only a satin bathrobe.
Her hair was damp from the shower, but the short cut was sexy. Her full lips smiled when she turned to look at me, pretty brown eyes glistening.
I smiled at her, our eyes locking together. I'd waited years for this moment.
As Angie sucked on my cock, Jennifer moved closer to me. Her hand touched my face. Our lips met. I kissed her with a passion I'd never known, hoping I wasn't about to cum too soon in Angie's mouth. Not yet.
Angie pulled away and sat back. I felt her watching us. I didn't care that I was kissing my wife's cousin right in front of her; in fact, her approval made me much more horny than if we'd been doing this behind her back. My fingers ran through the hair on the back of her head, and my other hand touched her thigh, gently squeezing through the robe. With a noisy and delicious smack, our lips parted and we lay back out of breath.
