Mrs. Filmore looked at her watch. "Oh! I have to go," she said. "I'm late for an appointment." She gave my cock another squeeze and then stood up.
I walked her to the sidewalk, ignoring the possibility that others could see the big wet spot on my pants. Gail was in a hurry, but she stopped to give me a good-bye hug. I kissed her on the cheek, then insisted that she give me her lips. By this time we were both unconcerned about being in public, and I got my first taste of her sweet lips.
As she got into her car, she said, "Can you come over to the house this weekend?" I think it would be a good time to get to know you better."
I was thrilled at the thought and replied, "You bet!"
"Good, I'll text you with details," and Mrs. Filmore drove away.
After our coffee shop visit and a promise to meet together again in a few days, all I could to was rush home to give my poor cock some well-earned relief. It only took seconds to release a river of cum.
That evening Mrs. Filmore texted, "How's Saturday night? About eight?"
I eagerly replied, "Yes!" and dreamed about finalizing my intimacy with this women who I'd fantasized about for so long. It seemed like a dream come true. I could hardly believe my luck, and I started to envision what would happen on Saturday night. I thought that Mr. Filmore must be away on a business trip. Why else would she want me in her home?
I rehearsed the possible scenarios to complete the seduction. Should I take it slow, or just the opposite? Mrs. Filmore had been surprisingly forward in the coffee shop, and maybe she had her own ideas about Saturday night. I decided to play it a bit carefully. Maybe she had second thoughts and would only want to apologize to me, for a change, and settle things down.
I wasn't sure exactly what to expect, but my imagination was spinning. For the next few days my hopes caused me to walk around with a semi-erect dick constantly in a state of expectation. I avoided further wanks, and by Saturday afternoon I could feel a full reservoir of cum was waiting for dear Mrs. Filmore.
When I arrived at eight o'clock, there was a car parked on the street in front of her home. I wondered about that, but I was as relaxed as possible under the circumstances as I rang the doorbell. In a few moments, the door opened and Mrs. Filmore said, "Hello Graham, welcome. I hope you don't mind but my sister Nancy is here."
I was deflated. This was not what I expected with blue balls aching for relief. Nevertheless, as I stepped into her foyer, Gail took my hand and kissed me again on the lips.
In the living room I met Nancy, and my disappointment was reversed somewhat by the sight of Mrs. Filmore's sister. She was a bit younger and taller than her sister with a high waist, long legs, and well styled shoulder length blonde hair. Certainly her hair color was not original equipment, but it looked swell on her. She had a wide smile and dazzling sparkling eyes. I was smitten.
In one other major respect, Nancy differed from her sister. One of Gail's attributes was were shapely chest and breasts. But her sister was quite modest in that department. Nothing like Mrs. Filmore's, as we say, ample endowment.
"So glad you could join us," Nancy said. "We've been together this weekend and are frightfully bored of one another."
Mrs. Filmore and her sister gave me a tour of the home, including the outdoor patio and pool area. "Too bad you didn't bring your bathing suit, Graham," Nancy said, "We had a lovely swim today." The two sisters whispered to each other before we refilled our wine glasses in the living room.
Both Gail and Nancy were well dressed in smart skirt and blouse combinations. Nancy's hemline was elevated to show off her legs, and I took every opportunity to glance at them. Gail's blouse was well-filled with her breasts, and her top was slightly see-through so that we could all see just the barest outlines of her bra.
This is when the surprises began.
Nancy said, "Oh, I brought photos of our trip to France and Spain," as she pulled out an old fashioned photo album. Nancy and her husband had recently returned from traveling.
Nancy and Mrs. Filmore sat on either side of me on the sofa as I flipped through the photos. Nancy explained the locations and told stories of their trip. This was mildly amusing, but the best part was having these two lovely sisters "of a certain age" sitting beside me. I let my hands rest on their legs from time to time. Just innocently, of course.
As I flipped the next page, Nancy said, "Oh, this was the lovely beach that Gail recommended to us. Devon and I wanted to try it." I turned the page to see Nancy in a two-piece bathing suit with her full long legs on display. My cock was already in a happy purring mode sitting between the two sisters, and now it grew a little more eager.
On the next page was Nancy lying on a beach chair topless. The skimpy bottom of her suit only concealed her most private parts. Nancy didn't say a word as I examined the photograph of her little nipples atop her gently swollen mounds. One leg was propped up, and with sunglasses on she looked very sexy. The sisters just watched me.
"Oh, very lovely," I said.
Mr. Filmore chuckled and said, "I saw the album earlier. Quite nice, isn't it?" She leaned over and said to her sister, "That's the same suit you wore today, isn't it?"
Her sister said, "Yes, it certainly is."
On the next pages were photo after photo of Nancy topless. On the beach, in the water, walking on the sand. Then there was one of her and Devon together. "Who took the picture?" I asked.
"Oh," Nancy said, "a man passing bay offered to take our photo."
On the next page was the first picture of Nancy without her suit bottom either. She lay nude but in a pose that did not allow me to see her pussy. Both Nancy and Gail put their arms on the sofs behind me so they could get closer. We all three intently watched as I turned the next page.
I was greeted by a picture of Nancy reclining with her legs pressed close together, but just a bit of her pussy hair was visible at the top of her long shapely legs.
The hair was dark, almost black, so I looked aside at Nancy and said, "So you're not truly blonde."
That broke the tension, and everyone laughed. "No, dear boy," Nancy said, "Miracle in a bottle, you know."
The next few pages showed a fully nude Nancy, again in the water or walking on the beach. None of the photos were explicit. Her pubic hair didn't fully conceal her pussy lips, and just a hint of a cleft was visible. I resisted the temptation to lift the photo album for a closer inspection.
The final two pages were even more of a surprise. One photo was Nancy standing alongside an attractive naked younger male. He was tanned and handsome. He stood with his arm around her and a larger than average cock dangling in full view.
On the facing page was Nancy with this same young man and a second male with an even larger cock. All three were smiling and had their arms around one another. The last two pages had the same two men posing with Nancy. In each of the last two photos, their cocks were growing longer and longer.
"Who are they?" I asked.
Nancy told me, "Local young men. They could speak enough English to tell us that they lived nearby and often came to that beach to meet tourists. They offered tours of the area, restaurant recommendations, and that sort of thing."
I thought to myself, "That sort of thing..." Ha, I'm sure they fuck the tourists all the time. Had they fucked Nancy, I wondered?
I asked, "Nancy, did you take advantage of their services?"
