I was dizzy from what had just happened. The sun was barely down and I had already watched Chloe, my wife's sister, masturbate as I looked through the keyhole at her. I had already been caught by Chloe, who just waved and smiled at me before passing out. I had also been caught by my wife, Sarah, as I spied on Chloe. Sarah had pulled me into the bathroom to have sex. Then, to top it all off, my wife had told me to think of Chloe as I came in her. I couldn't believe it all had happened. Now, my wife was up to something. Whatever it was, I was overwhelmed by the anticipation.
So, I did what she had said. I started to shower, feeling the hot water cover my skin as I daydreamed of Chloe. As I soaped up my face, I heard the door open.
"Michael, it's me," Sarah said, "I need to go."
"Okay," I replied, half-listening as I continued to think about Chloe.
"Hurry up in there, okay?" Sarah said as she flushed.
"What's going on?" I asked, remembering what she had said earlier.
"Nothing," she said, giggling.
"Bullshit," I said.
"Nothing," she said again, and shut the lights off on me as she left the bathroom.
"Hey!" I said, getting soap in my eye in the process.
Sarah was usually feisty, but she was really on one. My own wife had told me to think of her sister as I came in her! What the hell was that about? I worked my eyes clear of soap as I felt a hand on my stomach.
"Sarah, what the hell?" I said, trying to see what she was up to.
"You liked watching Chloe?" I heard her whisper as she ran her hand across my chest.
"Yeah, look, are you pissed? I'm sorry-." I started.
"Shh, just keep your eyes closed and think of her. Just think of Chloe, Michael," she whispered in my ear.
I was becoming hard, my heart flushing my body with blood at the thought of Chloe and Sarah. One mine, one forever out of reach, but both driving me crazy with passion. I did as she said and braced myself against the tub, awaiting the inevitable caress of my wife's loving hands and mouth.
I heard her slip into the tub as she gently maneuvered me around. As I went to touch her, she pushed my hand away and giggled.
"No hands, Michael," she whispered as her hand slipped down onto my cock.
I felt a rush of excitement as she began to work me. She was breathing heavily as she worked me harder and harder. The steam from the shower poured over me as her mouth encircled the tip of my cock.
I gasped as I felt her gently lick the tip. My god, it was incredible!
"Imagine that this was my sister, Michael. Imagine Chloe's lips on you!" she hissed as she swallowed me deep down her throat.
This was too much for me to handle! I couldn't believe that Sarah would act like this, not in a million years. She always seemed so jealous of Chloe and my attraction for her. Was she trying to upstage her? My head flooded with thoughts as her tongue rolled in flashes around my cock. She was doing her best to pleasure me, doing things I never knew she could. Grasping the shaft, she began to pump it quickly as she sucked up and down the tip. I was so close, so very close.