Barb, my wife, helps me seduce Tina, my sister-in-law.
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"There's Tina!" We were deplaning at San Francisco. Barb, holding my hand, drug me toward the main terminal isle where Tina was bouncing on her toes and waving to us. "I thought you were to meet us at the Maui plane?" Barb and Tina threw their arms around each other and hopped up and down like sorority sisters. Sisters they are.
"When I checked the board for the Maui flight I saw yours and realized I had to walk right by your gate, so here I am. I couldn't wait to see you two." Tina looked at me for the first time.
"Hi, Number Two. Do I get any of this hugging?" I asked.
"Of course." Tina separated from Barb and turned to me. We hugged. She gave me a tight squeeze, then leaning back to look straight at me, "Are you sure this is ok with you, having me along too?"
"Yes Dear, we are going to have a great time."
Since Barb and I married (the second for each of us) we have vacationed for two weeks each February with Tina and her husband Don. This trip to Maui was planned last year in Breckenridge. Somewhere warm for a change. The four of us had gotten along well together and had good times. Six months ago, Don, an avid cyclist, was hit and killed by a farmer's pick-up truck. Don had started the 'Number Two' with Barb before I was on the scene. When Barb had been with them, he had referred to her as Number Two. So when Tina visited in our house, I referred to Tina as my Number Two. We haven't seen Tina since the funeral.
"Mark, thanks for including me. I promise not to get in your way."
"I don't want to hear that again. WE three are going to have a great time together." I took her arm, and with Barb on her other arm, we headed for our flight to Maui.
We started out with the girls chatting, sitting next to each other and me by the window reading my book. After meal service and potty trips, I ended up in the middle with the arm rests up and a woman asleep on each of my shoulders. Tina and I had gotten along very well. I think she always appreciated that I treated Barb decently, compared to Barb's first husband. We, Tina and I, had been comfortable with the social hugs and pecks as greetings and parting gestures, but there had not been any physical 'touching' between us; a little flirting, maybe, but nothing suggestive or double meaning. So as we flew toward the tropics with Tina, knees up on the seat pointing to me, arms snuggled around my arm, and her head against my neck, her hair tickling my cheek, I wondered ... This was more contact than I'd ever had with Tina.
When the 'Prepare for landing' announcement came on, the women stirred. Barb squeezed my arm and smiled at me with a groggy waking puppy grin. Tina stretched up and kissed me on the cheek. I turned to look and caught a sheepish, awkward glance in my direction. She wasn't sure she had done the right thing. I smiled reassuringly.
The warn humid air almost dripping with the intoxicating aroma of tropical flowers and scents that strikes you on arrival in Hawaii has to be one of the world's greatest experiences. Tina, who hadn't been to Hawaii before, was childishly thrilled by the orchard lai welcome. With a beautiful, happy woman on each arm, I was in paradise. Barb has always been generous about subtle boob bumps. At least some of it had to be intentional, because Tina was holding her own in the boob bump department. Did I say 'paradise'?
As we loaded the rental Mustang convertible, Barb and Tina got into a "... no you," exchange. I settled it with, "Number One, first trip you in the front seat. Second trip, Number Two in the front seat, and then we alternate each trip."
"Isn't he wonderful?" The girls hugged and climbed aboard.
After Don's death, Barb and I had agreed the three of us could share a room, to make the trip more affordable and companionable for Tina. Not my preference because it would cut into the time Barb and I could have to ourselves. After all, what are vacations for, if not getting tangled in the sheets with your wife? On check-in at our Kihei resort our room was large and bright, with a king sized bed and a queen sized hide-a-bed. After unpacking, Barb asked for help to pull out the hide-a-bed, on to which she flopped.
"Uck! Tina can't sleep on this, there's a hard ridge right across it."
Tina said, "It can't be that bad, let me try." Barb rolled over to make room. "I see what you mean. It's not too comfortable, is it?"
I didn't want this vacation to bog down, so I said, "We can get them to bring in a roll-a-way, or better yet, I'll sleep on the hide-a-bed and you two can have the king."
Tina protested, but Barb said, "You'd do that for us? You're a darling." And that seemed to settle the matter.
All in all, Tina seemed to be pretty relaxed, so I decided to push things a bit, to see what I could get away with and maybe provoke. I started to undress and when I was down to my briefs, announced, "I'm going to take a shower before dinner."
Tina, who apparently hadn't realized I was undressing until I mentioned the shower, gasped, "Oh my!" And as I walked toward the bathroom said to Barb, "I've just never seen a man in that sort of underwear before. Don wore boxers."
I'd left the door partly open and heard Barb say, "Be grateful he left them on. He has no shame. He'll waltz out in his birthday suit, likely as not." I blessed Barb. She was loosening things up with Tina, also.
Before I'd finished showering, Barb joined me. I helped her get soaped up. Felt good; so good that when I climbed out of the shower I sported a modest boner. As I dried I call to Tina that I was out of the shower and I'd be out in a moment. Barb had left the door wider than I had. I made no effort to check, but I think I noticed Tina watching me in the mirror. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went out to the room. Tina was ready, dress only in a light robe. She went into the bathroom -- and closed the door. I dressed and sat on the balcony to wait for the girls.
I was mesmerized by the view over the resort courtyard to the garden edged beach and the soft light of the lowering sun out over the ocean. Paradise! Barb came up behind me, nibbled on my ear, and said, "Beautiful isn't it? Stay out here while we dress." She kissed my neck, sending shivers through me and went back inside. I looked back and saw that she was draped only in a towel and that she had left the slider and the curtains open. A few minutes later I heard indistinct conversation, then, "Don't worry, he won't come in 'til we call him." I would love to have taken a peak or two, but being the gentleman that I am, ... The sun had set and there in the twilight were two gorgeous women standing on each side of my chair. "Well handsome, are you ready to take your women to dinner?"
As I stood, I took Barb's hand and twirled her. Did I say 'gorgeous'? In prep for the trip Barb had a few tanning sessions. Her hot pink strapless sun dress and silver neck pendant against her tan was breathtaking. I dipped her and gave her a noisy kiss. "Oh, my." Barb said in her best fainting away southern bell mode as I turned to Tina and took her in a dance frame for a couple of steps. The feel of holding these two beauties had its effect on me. I did not try to hide it from Tina. She felt so sexy in her thin floral print halter dress. I stepped back, still holding her hand and frankly admired.
"You two are going to have to promise not to get jealous. I'm going to be spellbound by one or the other all night long."
"We'll just have to find something to distract you, won't we?" said Barb.
We had fun; flirting, admiring, being admired in the elevator; bumping as we walked arm-in-arm to the restaurant; planning our pool and beach time; dancing; and admiring and commenting on some of the more interesting and attractive other guests. The second time I danced with Tina she was very relaxed and 'close' to me. I must admit to 'rising' to the occasion. I did not embarrass myself, but my friend did notice both Barb's and Tina's closeness. For a moment Tina even ground her mound against me. This was all very new territory for Tina and me.
There was another threesome a few tables along the terrace from us that attracted the cattiness of my women. Although he was very well dressed, I was assured the he was older than and not 'nearly' as handsome as me. I could tell, but did not say, that the two trophy women were younger than Tina and Barb. They noticed the very expensive designer togs the younger girls were flaunting. Barb said to me without taking her eyes off them, "I hope you are taking in how clingy those outfits are, Mark."
In deed they were. Nipples, hip bones, one outy belly button, the absence of panty or bra lines, were all readily apparent to a trained observer, like me. In my best lovelorn puppy drawl I slobbered, "Yes, Dear, they are clingy, aren't they?" Before Barb could turn and slap me, I straightened up and in my suavest tone added, "But I have two of the world's most beautiful women as my companions, why would I want to ogle those floozies?"
Tina lent over and patting my arm, "What a good boy you are. Barb has trained you well. We appreciate your good judgment." She made sure her halter was fulfilling its function to the 'fullest' as a reward for my good judgment. Then with a cross between a snarl and a grin she threatened, "Don't forget Bobbet!" Ever man's worst nightmare.
In my most subservient manner I took her hand turned it over, kissed her palm and diffidently said, "Never my Dear." We three laughed, the other threesome forgotten. As I ordered another round of drinks the women excused themselves and headed to the restroom.
They returned to be openly admired by the waiter as our umbrella drinks were being served. As they took sips of their drinks, Tina and Barb were clearly having and detailed conversation with their eyes. I wondered what was coming, from the sisters.
"We've decided ..."
"That we don't want you sleeping on the hide-a-bed."
"We want you ..."
