After Ellen left my bedroom, I unpacked my shaving gear, t-shirt, shorts and a pair of sandals. Then I showered and shaved. I still wasn’t positive that both Bill and Ellen weren’t bluffing. I knew I’d learn soon enough and, in any event, the shower and change of clothes felt good after a day of work and driving.
When I came downstairs Bill was in the kitchen. Without asking, he handed me a beer. “Ellen’s out on the deck.” He was fidgety and nervously twisting his hands around his bottle of beer. “She’s waiting for us.”
Again, I wondered what to expect. Was Ellen “just” waiting for us or was she waiting for us to come out so the show for Bill could start? “Well, let’s not keep her waiting any longer.”
Bill and I walked out to the deck. Ellen was seated on a chaise lounge. She had her legs tucked up. Her sandals were lying on the deck and it looked like she had unbuttoned the top one or two buttons on her blouse. She was sipping a beer. And she was “just” waiting.
Bill and I pulled a couple of chairs close to her and sat down. We chatted about everything but the one subject everyone was thinking about. Would Bill get to watch his wife fuck another man? And would Ellen really fuck her brother in front of her husband?
There was an undercurrent of tension, but we played cool long enough to have a second beer. After several minutes of rather meaningless conversation we heard a timer go off in the distance. Ellen announced it was dinnertime.
Bill and I followed her back into the house.
“Bill, would you please get the salad out of the refrigerator? And Brad would you please take the casserole from the oven?”
I found a couple of hot pads then turned off the oven before opening it and sliding the rack out. I carried the casserole into the dining room. Ellen had set the table earlier. There was a large trivet for the casserole. Bill was dishing up the salad.
After placing the casserole on the trivet, I went back to the kitchen. Ellen was slicing a loaf of homemade bread. I walked up behind her, “Anything else I can do?”
Ellen straightened up. “Yes, the butter is in the keeper in the ‘frig door. Would you get it?”
“Sure.”
Ellen turned and smiled at me. “And eat hearty. You’re going to need all your strength tonight.”
I carried the butter dish into the dining room. Well, I thought, Ellen isn’t bluffing. Ellen followed with the bread. Bill had poured three glasses of a white table wine. We seated ourselves as Ellen dished up the casserole.
We made desultory conversation as we ate. I complimented Ellen on the casserole. It was delicious with crabmeat. She accepted the compliment and the conversation limped on. Everyone’s mind was on what could happen after dinner. And it wasn’t dessert and coffee.
The dinner felt almost like it was a social nicety that had to be done. We finished up and Bill and I cleared the table and helped Ellen clean up the kitchen. After the dishwasher was loaded, Ellen put her hands on her hips and matter-of-factly announced, “It’s time we went upstairs.”
Bill followed her up the stairs. I followed him. I noticed Ellen seemed to have a little extra roll and sway in her hips as she climbed the steps. We followed her into what had been a spare bedroom.
Ellen turned on the lights. There was a recliner near the foot of the bed. Two straight back chairs stood along one wall. All of the bed covers, except for a pale gold colored sheet, were gone. There were three or four pillows on the bed.
Ellen kissed Bill, “This is for you, Lover.” Then she pulled Bill’s t-shirt over his head and pushed his shorts down. Bill stepped out of his shorts. He seemed embarrassed to be nude in front of us. Ellen squeezed his cock, “Get comfortable. It’s show time.”
Bill watched as Ellen moved to me, “Let’s get you ready too.” She pushed my shorts down as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. She squeezed my cock too, and then she stepped up onto the bed.
As Ellen began a slow bump and grind, Bill seated himself in the recliner. I unstrapped my sandals as both of us watched Ellen unbutton and take off her blouse. She was wearing a soft bra that barely contained her beautiful breasts. She rolled her shoulders and her breasts shook and jiggled.
Ellen kicked off her sandals then began to unzip her shorts. As she pushed her shorts down, she leaned forward in front of Bill and rolled her shoulders again. Her bra could barely contain her breasts. Bill was sitting with his legs spread. He was holding his cock as he looked up at her, “Gawd, Ellen, I love it when you shake your tits.”
She smiled at him and rolled her shoulders some more. As she straightened up, Ellen smiled at me and extended her hand towards me. I took her hand and stepped up onto the bed. “Don’t you enjoy yourself too much, Buddy.” Bill’s voice was hoarse with lust as his fantasy began to unfold before him.
Ellen pulled me to herself. She hugged me. I felt her hard nipples through her bra. She placed her hands on my hips then ground her panty-clad pussy against my crotch. I moved around behind her and pressed my cock against her butt. I put my arms around her and stroked her belly.
She tipped her head back and kissed my cheek. “Unhook my bra,” Ellen whispered. After unhooking the bra I moved my hands back to Ellen’s belly. She pulled first one, then the other shoulder strap. As she removed the bra, I cupped my hands into a human bra for her lovely breasts. She tossed the bra to Bill then ground her butt against my crotch.
I pushed my face under her auburn hair and kissed her on the side of her neck. She reached behind herself and found my cock as I gently fondled and squeezed her breasts. After kissing her neck and cheek several times, I looked at Bill. He stared back at me. He had wrapped Ellen’s bra around his fully erect cock.
I moved around in front of Ellen and squatted down in front of her. I licked the front of her panties then looked up at her. She cupped her breasts and leaned over. I stretched my neck and kissed, then sucked each of her nipples. Bill groaned. Ellen stood up and I pressed my face against her crotch.
She spread her feet apart. There was a small damp spot on the front of her panties. I put my nose against it and smelled Ellen’s womanly musk. I licked the wet spot. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.
