"Why don't you kiss each other?"
There was a pause, then Ellen gave Kelly a quick peck on the cheek.
"No! Properly! You know. Tongues and all that. Properly!" There was a pause, then Kelly turned towards Ellen and put her lips to Ellen's. For a few moments they were kissing coyly, gently, but then I saw it - Kelly had pushed her tongue into Ellen's mouth. Ellen had let her. Their tongues were entwined, they were kissing passionately, arms around each other. They paused, looked into each other's eyes, then put their lips together and were kissing hard.
As the kiss continued, I reached around, took Kelly's hand and placed it on Ellen's breast. There was a moment of tenseness, then both relaxed, Ellen moaned as Kelly squeezed her breast and the kiss continued...
It had all started a few months ago when I started going out with Kelly. I'm Brian, 48, manager of a restaurant. Kelly was a bit younger - 41, recently divorced although separated quite a while, and needing a job. We took her on as a waitress. The attraction was immediate and within days we were "going out" together. We worked hard at not allowing the relationship to have any impact at work, and the other staff seemed to appreciate that, and were happy for both of us.
Kelly was about 5' 6" and very slim. She had long blonde hair, and is "nicely shaped." Nothing large, but everything round!! Generally she was quiet and fairly gentle, although was never taken advantage of by customers, and even threw out two lads who had tried to grope her. She was only 3 inches shorter than me, although her blonde hair contrasted against my short fair hair. I jog a bit and go to the gym, so am in reasonably good shape. I'm divorced too, but that had been some years before.
Within a couple of weeks Kelly had moved into my flat, and we settled very quickly. It was good for her - she was saving a lot of money she she had been paying on rent for her own flat. It was good for us - we could enjoy being together. And bed was good too - she was fun in bed, willing to try all sorts of different things. Sometimes I would ask about her past experience but she just tended to say "lots more than she had time to describe now!" Sometimes she would describe something kinky she had done as we made love, but I was never sure whether it was just imagination, or had been reality. She did once say "don't just think it was only with men" when I asked her about her experience with men, but I didn't push it any further at that moment as I exploded in her pussy... After I just stored up the "not just with men" for use in the future, perhaps.
At the same time as we were getting to know each other my sister Ellen's marriage was breaking up. She was married to a horrible man - selfish, unwashed, coarse. I was never quite sure why my sister had married him, although much of the recent problems were caused by his drinking. Ellen was a striking looking woman - a couple of years older than me, two inches taller than me, shoulder length brown hair, slim, poised. Her husband was a tramp. At last she plucked up courage and left. She did the only thing she could do - she moved in - temporarily - into our spare room. Kelly was insistent that if that was the only choice, then she had to move in.
It worked!
Her husband had called round a couple of times in a rage demanding she return home with him. He swore a lot, but I "escorted" him off the premises. The second time he took a swing at me, which I dodged easily and pinned him against the wall. I explained that he should leave my sister alone then kneed him in the groin collapsing him to the floor, and I think he got the message. We never saw him again.
Myself, Kelly and Ellen seemed to settle in well together. Kelly and Ellen got on very well. They chatted, enjoyed shopping together, going out for an occasional evening together - it saved me having to go to watch the odd ballet and chickflick! I don't know what Ellen thought, but sometimes Kelly and I could be quite noisy in our own room and the walls were only plasterboard! Ellen must have heard something - but she never mentioned it. The truth was, Ellen needed somewhere stable after her marriage break-up, and we provided that. Of course, as brother and sister we argued, but the disagreement never lasted. Originally it was planned that it should be for a few days, but after three weeks we swapped bedrooms so she could have the larger one to use as a bedsit when she wanted her own space with her own telly and place for her computer. Also a place where she could chat with her friends when they came by.
Slowly the weeks turned into a couple of months. To a Saturday evening where we decided we would watch a film together. A soppy romantic film! I was out-voted two to one! We sat on the settee, as we had done sometimes. I was at one end. Kelly next to me, snuggling up. Ellen at the far end, beyond Kelly.
It was a dire film - but they loved it. I was even ordered to go and fetch the tissues at one stage. I brought two boxes! But they cried and cuddled up together beside me. And that's when I had said it. As I'd watched the film my mind had wandered into fantasy world, and one fantasy had kept coming back to me. So I said it. "Why don't you kiss each other!" And they had, and Kelly had her hand on Ellen's tit, rubbing and squeezing it, and pinching her nipple, through her top and bra. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen!
"I want to see the rest of the film." Kelly had pulled her mouth away from Ellen's: they both smiled and turned to the television. But I noticed Kelly hadn't removed her hand from Ellen's chest - she was still squeezing and caressing.
It was too much for me. After a couple of minutes I reached over, took Kelly's hand, and pulled it down to the bottom of Ellen's top and slid it underneath, then upwards, and left it on the top of Ellen's bra. I hooked my fingers under the bra, lifted it and popped it above her boobs. Ellen had tensed, but hadn't tried to stop me as I placed Kelly's hand on Ellen's bare breast, and kept my hand on hers, making Kelly squeeze and rub her bare tit, making her squeeze Ellen's nipple.
Ellen relaxed slowly, as they pretended to watch the film.
"Pause the film!" It was Kelly who suddenly cried out.
"Why, what's wrong?" I did need to show concern!
"Nothing, just need to go to the bathroom! Maybe get into something more comfortable."
I stopped the telly, let Kelly get up from between Ellen and myself, and disappear to the bathroom. It was an awkward few moments as I sat on the settee with Ellen. We decided best was to pretend we were tired and then not have to speak to each other!
Kelly returned back and had changed. I knew she had a couple of long white t-shirts, with patterns on. She was wearing one of these, and sat back down between Ellen and I, facing Ellen, with her back to me. I turned the movie back on, and watched as Kelly replaced her hand under Ellen's top, and back onto her breast. I noticed Ellen gasp suddenly, perhaps as Kelly had squeezed her nipple, but we all relaxed again, watching the film.
After a few minutes I felt it was my responsibility to make something else happen. I reached across Kelly, and this time grabbed Ellen's hand, and pulled it towards Kelly and downwards, pulling her hand between Kelly's legs. It was that moment I realised Kelly had left her panties off after going to the bathroom and changing.
"Please stop, I've never done anything like this before." Ellen was suddenly very nervous as I pushed her hand gently onto Kelly's pussy. I didn't let her go, but gently pushed her hand between Kelly's legs, making her caress Kelly's pussy. Kelly moaned softly in pleasure.
After a few moments, I pushed one of Ellen's fingers into Kelly's pussy, allowing one of my fingers to enter with it. With my finger I made Ellen move her finger around inside Kelly's soaking pussy, caressing, making Kelly moan again as we "poked" her. Ellen still felt nervous, but didn't stop me playing with her finger in Kelly's pussy.
I was now spooning Kelly, holding Ellen's hand between her legs, feeling Kelly squirming against my cock. I quickly undid my Jeans and pushed them, and my boxers, to my knees. I pulled myself tight against Kelly, and in one movement pushed my cock between her legs and into her pussy, as deeply as I could from behind.
I felt Ellen remove her finger quickly as I did. She spoke hesitantly. "Sorry. Sorry, is he in you?"
Kelly spoke breathlessly: "yes, all the way..."
Ellen was still nervous. "Sorry. I'll go to my room and leave you to it. I'm sure you want to be private about it."
Kelly replied instantly, strongly. "You'll do no such thing. I want you here. I want you to play with my clit as he does it. I want you to be part of it. I want you here as he fucks me."
