After that first night at the Kaufman's I learned that Mr. Kaufman had been watching us from hiding places and enjoying the long build-up to joining us on the bed. He had been actively bi-sexual as a youth, but for many years he had let that part of himself go dormant. I am not gay nor bi-sexual, but I didn't mind Mr. Kaufman's attention, especially because he had so graciously watched his wife get fucked by me.
As that summer went on, we got together weekly to enjoy ourselves, and one evening we insisted that Mrs. Kaufman remain fully dressed but watch as her husband denied my ejaculation for about two hours. He touched, toyed, squeezed, sucked, and told me his fantasies about having Mrs. Kaufman restrained while men with large cocks teased and fucked her. My dick was never harder and more aroused. The resulting final cum-show was an explosion, and then I watched and kissed Mrs. Kaufman while her husband screwed her with his inadequate cock.
So went the summer, until Mrs. Kaufman's sister finally made her visit. She had been delayed from her earlier plan, which gave the three of us time to give her visit some added thought. And it gave me time to find a job.
Mrs. Kaufman's sister is Dr. Willoughby. Mrs. Kaufman said that her sister was the studious type in school. She went on to get a degree in English and teaches at a community college. During the weeks that our little fuck parties gathered in the Kaufmans home, we sometimes talked about this sister's visit and what, if anything, we might do to entertain her.
When she finally arrived, we had only decided to be sure that her visit was pleasant and relaxing for her. Any hanky-panky would be entirely secondary. Years ago, Mrs. Kaufman had shared her husband's bisexual interests with her sister, but nothing more. Dr. Willoughby did not know about our summer frolics.
We had considered several options, always discussed while I was fucking Mrs. Kaufman, including asking her sister to watch as Mr. Kaufman pleasured himself and me while the sisters enjoyed the show. Or, explaining what we had been doing and inviting her to join us. We considered introducing me as a massage therapist hired to give Dr. Willoughby a treatment, and see if she would allow me liberties with her body. In the end, we decided to wait and play it by ear and to introduce me as a friend of the family.
Mrs. Kaufman invited me to join them for dinner a few days after her sister came to town. Her photographs did not do her justice. Dr. Willoughby was tall and lithe, with smaller breasts than her well-endowed sister. Her hair was completely gray, prematurely, I would say, and straight, cut in a little bob. Her glistening eyes and high cheek bones and perfect lips made her look like an older fashion model, and she was indeed very stylish in her dress. She had been married but was divorced. I was gob-smacked by her beauty.
During the dinner conversation, Dr. Willoughby said that friends in her city had encouraged her to be a contestant in a local talent and beauty contest for older women. She thought it was ridiculous, but the prizes might be worth the embarrassment. She could win a European vacation and a large cash prize.
I think Mr. and Mrs. Kaufman and myself had the same idea at the same time. Mrs. Kaufman said, "I think you should do it." Mr. Kaufman added, "With your talent and charm, I'm sure you'd be among the top contenders." I smiled and said, "Dr. Willoughby, next to your sister, you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Go for it."
Dr. Willoughby blushed at the compliments and said, "I'm not worried about the talent competition. My piano playing is good enough. But there are some aspects that I find distasteful."
"Oh?" said her sister, "What would that be?"
Dr. Willoughby replied, "Well, you know, the judges and the public seem to want to see ladies practically in their underwear."
I smiled and asked, "You mean they make you walk around in front of an audience in just your panties and bra?"
Dr. Willoughby was startled by my words. "No, not exactly, but in a bathing suit."
"I see," I said, "I guess bathing suits are almost like lingerie."
As luck would have it, my summer job was in a sporting goods company that sold a wide range of women's bathing suits. I looked at everyone at the table and said, "I work in a place that sells bathing attire. Please come by our shop this week, and we can talk about choices that would satisfy you. Maybe if you found the right suit, you would be more confident about the contest."
Mr. and Mrs. Kaufman smiled at me and nodded to Dr. Willoughby. "What a good idea," her sister said. "You see, when you come to visit us, we help solve all your problems."
Dr. Willoughby said, "I guess I could do that." Immediately, the thought of seeing this lovely creature in a bathing suit gave my boner an added pulse of pleasure.
Two days later, Mrs. Kaufman and Dr. Willoughby came into my store and asked for me to help them. My supervisor came over and said, "These two lovely ladies would like you to show them a selection of our bathing suits."
"It would be my pleasure," I replied, and I greeted the two sisters with little hugs. Dr. Willoughby could be rather proper and quiet, but she smiled as I drew her to me and kissed her cheek. "Come this way."
The racks were full of one and two-piece suits. "May I suggest a one-piece suit for your purpose?" I said. "I think that would be more modest and give you more confidence."
Dr. Willoughby and her sister looked through the collection and selected about a dozen suits. "Where may I try these on?" asked Dr. Willoughby.
To further our summer fun, and to include Mr. Kaufman, I suggested, "Why not just take these with you and try them in the privacy of the Kaufman's home?"
"May I do that?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm certain that the store won't mind." I told her. "Our dressing rooms are small, and there isn't the privacy you may want."
"Same for you, Mrs. Kaufman," I added, "If you would like to try on some of the suits, feel free to take them with you."
Mrs. Kaufman caught on quickly and said, "Oh, thank you so much. Why don't you come over tonight and help us make a decision about the suits?"
Dr. Willoughby looked slightly surprised by this suggestion, perhaps not wanting to let a stranger like me see her long legs and trim form on display with so little to cover her private areas. I thought it was all the better than she was shy and reticent. My cock was dripping just thinking about seeing her that evening.
"Yes, of course," I replied. "About eight o'clock?"
