Thankyou so much for reading my story. If you haven't, then I suggest reading the first two episodes of this story to understand the setting.
"Ding!" my phone pinged at my desk.
It was Jennifer. I hadn't heard from or of her since I'd left her covered in my cum on her way to church with her parents that day a few months ago. My last request to her was to let my sperm run down her legs into her socks while she was with her parents. Her last request to me was to fuck her and her best friend, Mabel, at her house when her parents were home.
Mabel is the little sister of my mate Tom. Tom and I are best mates from school, and I'd returned to our hometown to help my parents move into their downsized house. Mabel and I had an 'accidental' fuck on the night before I'd left Jennifer in that situation. We'd started mucking around after a night drinking when Tom had gone too hard and collapsed into bed a drunken mess, leaving me to sort him out and sleep in his family's spare room. Jennifer had asked Mabel if she could watch us fuck, as she was from a highly religious family and very curious.
Jennifer had watched Mabel and I fuck. Mabel is unbelievably hot--physically and emotionally. I'd reached the point of no return with Mabel. She was about to make me unload my cum when Jennifer suddenly stood, stripped, and sat on my cock--taking the biggest load of cum I had ever produced at the time. I'd accidentally fucked my best mate's little sister only to blow my sperm deep into a highly religious, shy teenager who had sat on my cock for about ten seconds after watching her friend and me fuck.
I'm sure stranger things have happened, but there we were.
The next morning, Jennifer and I found each other in the shared bathroom of Tom and Mabel's family home. Somehow, we'd ended up fucking in the bathroom when Jennifer's parents came around unexpectedly. Mabel had realized what was happening and came to warn us but got stuck in the bathroom when the parents wanted to talk to Jennifer about their change of plans.
Mabel looked on while Jennifer and I continued to fuck while she somehow got her parents to wait for her in the lounge room. This had apparently lit a fire in Jennifer's stomach, as she wanted me to fuck them both at her house while her parents were home. Which brings us to the now.
The message was simple. I didn't recognize the number, but luckily it was a web-based message system and had a profile photo.
"Nxt Sat 8pm. M&D arrive 10. M. keen."
Wow. She'd thought it through. Next Saturday, 8pm at Jennifer's house, I was going to meet with her and Mabel. Her parents were arriving home about 10pm.
I quickly typed a response: "K. 8-10pm?" I wanted to know what the plan was for those two hours, as I was sure she wanted her parents' home.
"Ding," a reply came back as quickly as I'd sent it. "A couple of drinks."
Ok, they wanted to have a couple of drinks to relax beforehand. I wholeheartedly agreed. Jesus, she wanted me--a thirty-something-year-old--to fuck them, a couple of eighteen-year-olds, while her parents were in the house. A dream come true, but potentially a nightmare come to life.
The rest of the week continued as normal. Me at work, the gym, shopping, and so forth. The haze of potential bliss rustling overhead like the low-hanging branches of a fruiting tree.
I didn't fully understand the game plan until I arrived that afternoon. Jennifer's house sat in a leafy suburb full of similarly sized upper middle-class houses. Most with pools, some with tennis courts, all with double story panoramic views across the surrounding valley.
I parked up down the street a few houses and made my way to the front door. A comforting 'ding DONG' rang out over the lower floor. That was the sound that differentiates a house from a palace. That was how I took that type of doorbell. The door opened to an open and breezy foyer with large woodgrain-style tiles, and large sheer curtains wafted in the late summer breeze. Jennifer answered the door. She looked relaxed in her summer Japanese-style kimono that was loosely wrapped around her narrow waist.
"Hey, can you please park your car around the back of the block?" Her first remark sounded very different from the actions that accompanied it as she came in for a generous hug.
"Sure. No worries. How are you?" I replied as I grabbed for the car keys I had recently deposited into my jeans pocket.
"I'm great. Really great, actually. Mabel is here. Come round back when you've parked up. The side gate is open." Jennifer nodded to the right-hand side of her house.
"Sure thing." I strode away from the house as Jennifer closed the door behind me. I jumped in my car and turned it around the block, parking under a large tree on the street behind Jennifer's family home.
As I wandered through the tall timber side gate at the house, I was met with a cabana, which gave the pool that the girls were in some protection from their neighbours. A glass fence encircled the pool area, which had a timber deck on various heights around it.
"Hey stranger!" It was Mabel. Looking as glamorous as ever with a cream and white herringbone bikini over her full teen figure. Her hair was in a simple high ponytail behind her freckled, tanned face.
"Hey, Mabel. Long time, no see, but lots of daydreaming about you two, I have to say!" I replied. She gave me a similar style hug to her friends at the front door.
"I think it's the same here, mate." She replied, "You threw a cat amongst the pigeons a couple of months ago."
"Um, you seduced me." I responded.
"Um, you weren't supposed to be that good!" came her rebuttal.
Both the girls had been in the pool and had obviously had a couple of drinks, based on the empty bottles beside the pool. Jennifer had taken off the kimono she met me at the door in. Beneath it, she wore a two-piece plain white bikini. Something I'd never thought I'd see her in.
"Wow, Jennifer, you look amazing!" She exuded a newer level of self-confidence than I'd seen from her in the past. Her two-piece and tanned skin set each other off perfectly well.
She responded to my compliment, "Well, I've realized a bit about myself since we...met each other."
"Yep," Mabel joined in, "and she's got a boyfriend now as well!"
"Whaaaaat?" My mind started to spin with what was going on.
"Go inside and get yourself and us a drink, and I'll explain," Jennifer continued.
I went into the household kitchen and fetched three drinks. Photos on the wall were your standard family portraits. Happy families in manufactured poses.
I knew that the family was highly religious, or highly involved in their church, but I'd never really looked at the family. Jennifer's older brother was working interstate somewhere, leaving her on her own with her parents. Her parents were as I remembered. Conservative was the only word that came to mind with him, but when I studied the photos further, I realized that I had never really taken notice of Jennifer's mother. She was pretty. Gorgeous.
Her hair was done in a similarly conservative manner that Jennifer kept hers--long and straight. Always long dresses in the staged photos, but others around the house told a slightly different story. She had a wonderful figure and a golden smile that radiated warmth.
Taking the drinks back to the pool, I climbed in next to the girls.
"I never realized how hot your mother is!" I commented to Jennifer.
"Yeah, I know." She replied. "I feel sorry for her really. My dad is so devoted that she never gets to enjoy the things that she deserves."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well," she reasoned, "she works really hard on her fitness and eats healthily and is pretty hot, but he just goes on and on about his faith. I think she feels trapped some of the time. She sleeps in a separate room a few nights a week. I don't really know why, though."
I cracked my drink and relaxed back in the warm water.
"Tell me about your new man then!" I changed the subject.
"He's from the church. It's about as close to an arranged relationship as you can get in this country." She responded.
"Is he a good guy?" I pressed.
"Yes. But he's about as conservative as my dad, hence me wanting you in my life."
Jennifer leaned in closer to me. "I just don't think I'm going to get what I want from him. In the short term anyway."
"And what do you want from him, young lady?" I replied.