I spent a great deal of time pondering and planning exactly how I was going to get Kate to agree to fuck my husband. Press asked me occasionally if I had changed my mind. I assured him I had not and that Kate was a busy real estate sales person, as he certainly knew.
Years ago when Bobby had been cheating on her and she had discovered it, she had admitted to me during a visit that Bobby's cock was the only one she had ever known but she desired revenge, though she added she would never reveal an infidelity to Bobby. She also added, with a wistful tone, that experiencing another cock would be icing on the cake. A month or so passed and she let Bobby return home. If she ever acted her desire, I felt sure she would have told me.
My plan was eventually formulated and I waited for the timing to arrive. I purchased a few clothing items including three bikinis and invited Kate to lunch. I told her of the items I had purchased for her and told her to wear something appropriate for trying on clothes. I purchased clothes for everyone in the family at one time or another, so it was not an unusual request.
The date arrived.
Finishing lunch Press retired to the living room to watch TV news. Kate and I talk while I tidy up the kitchen. I hear her relationship with her husband is still less than desired. Press is unaware of my exact plans as Kate and I stop in the living room momentarily to chat with him. I am only mildly surprised to find him sitting on the sofa instead of his chair.
"Hey sugar, you remember when Kate was living with us and I bought her those bikinis? I purchased three new ones and some other things for her and thought maybe you could again critique them?"
He agreed, suppressing, I thought quite convincingly, his pleasure and surprise at such a suggestion, but I could tell he was quite interested.
"Press does not want to see this old woman's body in a bikini!" Kate expressed.
"You're not old and your body is in fine shape I am sure." Press said. "You're going to let guys on the beach see you but you're not going to let me see you in the comfort of the air-conditioning? I'm hurt!"
"I apologize, sweetie." She offers.
We retire to one of the bedrooms off of the living room we had converted to a large closet and began trying on clothes, dresses first. Kitty had worn a cotton pullover dress that made it easy to remove. A few shirts, that Press quickly reviewed, then, the first bikini. She removed her panties and bra.
It had been some years since I had seen Katie completely nude. A daily walker, she was still a very firm and fit woman, with a slight belly. She was high hipped making her long legs seem long in the extreme. And her smooth shapely legs, as my husband would say, ran all the way up to her shapely, teardrop shaped ass. Her breast were not as large as mine or Patty's, and all our nipples were about the same size, but Kate's areole and nipples were a lovely contrasting color of Rose, the areole the darker of the two. Kate was the prettiest of us sisters.
"Did I tell you that Press screwed Patty while she was here?" I nonchalantly say as she pulls her bikini bottoms up.
The question causes her to freeze with the bikini bottom halfway over her ass. She glances my way with an inquiring expression on her face.
"What? You mean a couple months ago when she was down? And how exactly do you know this? And why he is still vertical?"
"It was mutual. The three of us. I know you and Patty have always been especially fund of Press. I have not been performing my wifely duties of late (me, unwilling to admit it had been more like a lifetime) and I thought I would give him - and you - a treat. Patty was agreeable, and since I haven't heard any more about your desire for revenge, I thought you might be interested. That it will be discreet, goes without saying.."
There is a long pause as she looks down to finish adjusting her bottom.
"And Press is OK with all this, of course?"
"I'm not an idiot, Kate. I know how he feels about you two - you especially. He was as shocked as you are. Things progressed really quickly with Patty. He has been a good husband. The bottom line is he is a man and he has always had a desire for you and you know it. So, are you in or out?"
"You're correct, I haven't had a strange cock yet and I do adore your husband. I'm a bit embarrassed. A bit of notice would have been nice. Is he in the loop already?"
"Only partially." I chuckle. "I think he suspects something up."
"We'll play it by ear." She offers.
"Exactly." I agree.
We open the door to the bedroom and I let Kate walk out first. She wears a dark brown bikini swimsuit with a very modest bottom covering all of her buttocks. She walks to within 5 feet of where he is sitting, just shy of the coffee table, and begins to turn in a circle with outstretched arms.
"I don't remember," she chuckles nervously, "being this embarrassed when I modeled for you 30 years ago."
I smile inwardly seeing that she is actually blushing. Press, it seems, is holding his breath with a hungry look on his face. I am certain he knows the fix is on, Kate has agreed, and figures in a very short time Kate will be on her back and he will be between her legs. I wonder if Kate has noticed the bulge in his cotton shorts. He is commando, as usual.
"That is a very lovely swimsuit, young lady!" He praises flirting.
The brown suit was a good contrast to Kate's shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes, but the corn yellow, again modest, suit she displays next makes her ass pop. Press, not a breast man, probably because I resist him ravishing mine, stares at her, also popping, breast, before coming to rest on her ass.
"Don't you think the yellow makes my butt look huge?" She asks, not directing her question at any one specific.
"Press, what do you think of Kate's butt?"
"If I may be so bold, it's a butt you would like to bite and pray for lockjaw." He did say quite boldly, I thought.
Kate took a few steps closer, turning and posturing it out towards him for a quick moment.
"Oops! Missed your chance, you dirty old man." She says teasingly, looking at me and smiling.
"That's not fair, Kate. Give him one more chance." I implore, as she trots back to the bedroom.
The sexiest suit I saved for last. A dark green, true bikini, skimpy as hell, showing most of her buttocks. I hope Press will notice some of her pubic hair showing. A great deal of her breast is trying to escape the skimpy bra.
As she glances at her profile in the full length mirror on the door, I tell her the ball is in her court and it is up to her to take him to bed.
"And where are you going to be?" She quizzes.
"Watching, little sister." I assure her. "I eventually joined him and Patty. But, don't get nervous. There's no hanky-panky between the ladies."
Kate opens the door herself and places herself again in front of my husband. She knows she looks good as my husband sits there taking in the sensuous middle-aged beauty before him.
"Are you going to let me bit you on the ass this time?" He asks teasingly.
Kate moves around the table to his right knee and turns her back to him. Press reaches for her hips and begins to kiss, nuzzle and nibble on her ass, running his nose up her crack.
"Being watched is embarrassing as hell!" She says in a low whisper looking sternly at me.
"I'm just a figment of your imagination." I smile back.
Kate closes her eyes and breathes deeply, moaning lightly, as Press explores her mid-section with his lips, nose and hands, exploring from ankle to lower back. He leans back slightly and begins to remove the bikini bottom, "May I?", sliding it slowly over her hips. He goes back to exploring as she steps out of them. When he palms her now bare crotch she spreads her stance to give him access. I stare at his finger as he strokes her clit, reaching from behind her.
"Stick it in." She directs, bending and placing her hands on her knees. "Mercy! Stick it in and push it deep."
I reach under my light house dress to remove my panties, watching him invert his hand to push his middle finger into her. He finger fucks her slowly with his right hand as his left reaches to unstring her bra. It falls to the floor and he begins to fondle her left breast, thumbing and squeezing her nipple. Her moans are lustful and continuous. I begin to finger my pussy and watch the erotic scene before me.
"Can you get it free, Press?" She quizzes lustfully. "I want you cock in me really bad!"
Press's hands reach for the top of this cotton pants. As he pushes them down, I am happy to see his firm erection pop free. Kate turns and positions herself, straddling his knees, placing her hands on his shoulders, relying on him to hold his cock erect as she probes herself and settles down onto it.
"Oh, lord, that's good!" She breaths, as she wiggles her ass, Press pushing up, to get it deep inside her.
