The next day was Paul & Karen's last full day in the cottage so we agreed to let them do their own thing and meet up later. Paul wanted to cook for the four of us that evening so that we could eat the dessert we hadn't managed the night before.
Angie and I drove down to Windermere to explore the lake and had a lovely day just taking in the scenery and enjoying each other's company. The events of the previous night were not discussed; not for any reason other than we sensed that we both wanted things to progress and that talking about them might break the spell.
The four of us met up in the pub as usual and swapped stories of our day. Karen and Paul had been across to Ullswater and had a similar day to us; except they'd had to come back to Keswick early to pack up their stuff.
"What time do you want us round?" I asked.
"Oh, around half seven should be fine," Paul replied, "I'm just doing a big pan of chilli with some rice and crusty bread."
"D'you need any wine?" I asked.
"God, no; we've still got loads," he said.
Angie and I went back to our cottage to shower and change. I just put on jeans and a t-shirt while Angie wore a low top and a pair of trousers which showed off her arse perfectly. Her cleavage was spectacular in her favourite black bra and her heels accentuated her arse giving her the sexiest sway imaginable.
"Fuck," I said, watching her, "Paul's going to love you."
"He already does," she grinned, "but no harm in helping the evening along." She came over and kissed me, stroking my hair.
"Are you looking forward to this as much as me?" she asked. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her tight.
"I can hardly wait," I said, squeezing her arse cheeks.
We walked to their cottage and Karen opened the door. She was wearing a white shirt and black jeans with white pumps. She gasped when she saw Angie in her heels,
"Sis, you look fantastic in those," she exclaimed. Paul came out of the kitchen, a tea towel over his shoulder.
"Hubba hubba," he said. "Look at you." He kissed Angie on the lips and we all went into the kitchen.
Dinner was delicious and Paul's wine choice was perfect, as always. The chocolate dessert that he and Angie had brought back from the cookery class tasted amazing and Paul produced a dessert wine to match. Once again the girls kicked us out of the kitchen while they cleared away and loaded the dishes, so Paul and I took some more wine and the glasses into the lounge and sat opposite each other on the sofas. The playlist from the previous night was still doing its thing and Paul dimmed the lights right down. He lit a couple of tealights which gave a glow but not much more and poured some more wine.
When the girls came in Angie headed straight for Paul and Karen came over to me. Paul raised his glass saying,
"To a great holiday with family; thanks for sharing it with us." We all raised our glasses and Paul kissed Angie while I kissed Karen. We chatted for a while and Paul put his arm around Angie's shoulders, easing her body down so that her head rested in his lap. She kicked her heels off and lifted her legs up onto the sofa. Paul traced the fingers of his left hand up and down her neck and then around the edge of her low-cut top.
"Mmm, that's nice," Angie said, "you can do that all night if you want." She snuggled down into his lap, turning her body slightly so that he could bend down and kiss her. His hand moved inside her top and her black bra which was visible after her shift in position. He slid his hand in and massaged her left breast, smiling at me as I watched. I nodded back in the gloom, giving him my approval. Beside me, Karen watched her husband fondle her sister and then pulled my head towards her, taking my face in her hands and kissing me in a rush of saliva, tongues and lips. I set my fingers to work seeking out the first button of her shirt which I could undo. I eased the button out, quickly repeating the operation on the next button so that I could slide my left hand inside and rub her nipples through her thin bra. The kiss increased in intensity as I eased my hand inside her bra and found her hard nipple and Karen moaned into my mouth, her tongue working even harder to turn me on. I moved my hand and continued to unbutton that white shirt all the way down to the waistband of her jeans. I stroked her flat stomach as she broke the kiss and began to unbutton my shirt.
I looked over to the other sofa where Angie had her top up around her neck and Paul had eased her tits out of her bra and was gleefully fondling them. Angie raised her buttocks up off the sofa, pushing her tits upwards as she arched her back. Paul needed no invitation and bent down to take her left nipple into his greedy mouth.
Karen had pulled my shirt off my shoulders and was now licking my neck and rubbing my stomach, her fingertips tracing along the top of my jeans. I reached around underneath her shirt and unhooked her bra. She shrugged off her shirt and bra and lay back down, her head in my lap. I undid the button on her jeans and she arched her back to slide them down, kicking them off the end of the sofa and onto the floor. She settled back and turned her head towards the other sofa. She slid her right hand inside her red knickers as she watched her sister and husband.
I moved my gaze from Karen's busy fingers to Angie and Paul.
Angie's black bra was on the floor and Paul was bent down, kissing her mouth, his left hand grabbing her tits and pulling at her nipples. Angie's right hand was inside her trousers, which were undone. She squirmed in sexual pleasure, pushing her arse up from the sofa as her hand worked hard on herself. Paul was less frenzied but was obviously adding to her pleasure. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth down to Angie's tits, sucking the nipple into his mouth and slurping noisily. Angie groaned; her nipples were very sensitive and in the early days of our relationship I had found that I could make her cum when I licked and sucked them for several minutes at a time; she loved her tits and nipples being rubbed and nibbled and would often do it herself during sex.
I reached down and rubbed Karen's hand through her knickers, guiding her fingers through the material and helping to push her fingers into her wet slit. After a while she quickly withdrew her hand and grabbed my wrist, sliding my hand inside her knickers and replacing her own hand with mine. God, she was wet. I eased a finger inside while rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same time. Her hand replaced mine on the outside of her soaked knickers, mirroring the shape of my hand and urging me on. She pressed the finger next to the one that was already inside her, pushing the knuckle so that the finger bent and followed its partner into her slit. She groaned and squirmed as my two fingers explored her dripping cunt, my thumb working hard on her clitoris.
"Oh, fuck Sean," she whispered, hard, "make me cum." I fingered her quicker and more aggressively; she arched her back, pushing her head back into my rock-hard cock. I bent down and pushed my tongue into her mouth, kissing her like my life depended on it. She growled then screamed into my mouth, her body shuddering. My fingers and thumb were flooded by her juices as I slowed my efforts, her body still convulsing as her hands gripped my right arm, pulling my hand out of her knickers, my fingers out of her wet slit. I broke the kiss, sitting up and stroking her face as she struggled to control her breathing.
I looked over to the other sofa where my wife had her brother-in-law's cock in her mouth.
Angie was a fantastic cock sucker. On our fourth date, after a great night out, we sat in my car outside the house she was sharing with a work colleague. Talking turned into kissing then touching and fairly soon she was whispering in my ear;
"I want to suck your cock."
I undid my jeans and eased my cock out of my boxers. She looked at it for the first time, running her fingertips around it and moving it around while she examined it. Suddenly she lowered her head and was sucking it. I've not had that many sexual partners but I knew enough to know one thing.
She was very good at sucking cock.
Paul's face, even in the low light, showed that he agreed with me. His head was slightly tilted back, his eyes closed, a look of complete ecstasy on his face. In his lap, Angie's head moved up and down, slowly, her right hand gripping the base of his cock. She was on her knees, her trousers on the floor beside her. As I watched she shifted position, sliding her left foot onto the floor for balance, her back more arched as she bent down. At first I couldn't see her left hand but, as she moved her arse in rhythm, it became clear that it was in her black knickers. She was working herself and Paul at the same time.
I looked down. Karen was watching her sister, her own hand inside her knickers, frigging herself at the same pace as Angie. I ran my hand down her back, stretching to my right so that I could reach further. I slid it inside her knickers, tracing my index finger down her arse-crack and on down until it slid into her sticky wet cunt. Our fingers met and she moaned loudly. We both played with her, unable to take our eyes off our partners.
Suddenly, Angie stood up, pulling at the material of her knickers and finally kicking them off. Her gorgeous arse caught the glow of light from the tiny candles; fuck, she looked hot. She pulled at Paul's jeans and he kicked too until they came off, pulling his t-shirt over his head at the same time. As he leaned down to pull his socks off, Angie licked her fingers and rubbed them between her legs. Paul slid forward on the sofa and Angie claimed astride him, grabbing his stiff cock in her hand and feeding it slowly into her slit. She eased down on it, moaning loudly. When she was comfortable, she pushed herself up from her knees until the tip of his cock was almost visible, before plunging down again, taking every inch of it inside her. She ground her hips on it, obviously rubbing the tip of the cock against her cervix. It was Paul's turn to groan with pleasure. He lifted her from the waist and then thrust upwards, burying himself inside her. Slowly, they began to fuck.
I could not believe how turned on I was watching the woman I loved being fucked.
I was so fixated on what was happening in front of me that I wasn't aware of Karen changing position and kneeling next to me on the sofa. The first realisation came when she stuck her tongue into my ear and whispered;
"Fuck me, Sean"
