Chapter 11 -- Karen's Sister and Brother-In-Law Join In
"She's doing what?!!!" Rachel shouted into the telephone to her mother Bev Price.
Carl, her husband, looked up with concern on his face and tried to figure out what was being said by listening to only one side of the conversation between his wife and her mother. He was feeding their two-year old who sat in a high chair with mashed carrots all over her face. Three other older children sat nearby watching cartoons on television.
Rachel went on, "And what's his name?" Pause to listen to answer. Carl relaxed a little; he figured Karen, Rachel's sister, was getting it on with some strange man. He scrapped some carrots off the toddler's face.
"And he lives with Karen AND this other woman?" Pause for a long answer. Carl's ears perked up -- a man living with two women. Now here was a guy he'd like to meet.
"And YOU'RE in love with him TOO?!!!" Even longer pause. Now, Carl paid rapt attention and wished he could hear the other side of the conversation. He thought of his mother-in-law - a beautiful pert woman approaching sixty that always looked as though she stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine. She stayed in shape, really in shape; from time to time, usually around her visits, he'd even court fantasies of having sex with her.
"MOTHER!! HOW COULD YOU?" Rachel said loudly into the portable phone as she tried to leave the room so the children couldn't hear even her side of the conversation. Carl sat with the toddler, his imagination now running wild. Had Bev been in a three-way, or, if he pieced the bits of conversation together, a four-way? Wow! Bev often had surprises, but this one might be the best of all since he'd married her oldest daughter twelve years earlier.
Carl tried to listen to the distance conversation, but all he could hear now were the overtones of Sponge Bob Square Pants on the nearby television. He'd quiz Rachel later after the kids were in bed. He wondered if she'd be turned on by something her Mother did? He conjured up some erotic ideas based on the little information that he'd heard.
*****
Two hours later, the last of their children bid everyone goodnight and headed up to his room with his younger brother. Carl and Rachel headed to the bedroom too and got ready for bed.
"OK, Rachel," Carl finally asked standing in the middle of the bedroom with his hands on his hips, "What did your Mother do? Or was it Karen? Or both of them?"
Rachel had been unusually quiet since she got off the phone. She was clearly digesting what her Mother had told her. "Well," she started and gave a long pause, "let me tell this in pieces because you might not believe it all at once."
Carl nodded and encouraged her to go on as he sat beside her on the bed.
"Karen has apparently forged a relationship with a couple. I mean they're like ... living together ... really together. I guess Karen is ... well ... bisexual -- although that's my interpretation of what mother said. She's in love with both of them, and they love her."
Carl was biting his tongue. He had figured out at least that part of what was going on. Karen was Rachel's younger sister by two years; she lived in Sarasota, Florida, and by any standards was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. He nodded for Rachel to go on.
"So, Mom decided to finally go and see her over Thanksgiving. I knew she was planning that trip. They haven't had the best relationship since Karen moved to Florida ten years ago, and I think Mom wanted to patch things up. I think, Karen was being really bullheaded."
"And she didn't know about Karen when she visited?" Carl asked.
"No. She told me she found out the first day she was there. I mean about the three of them -- Karen and the couple, Jim and Lynn -- they sprang it on her. So, she told me it took her overnight to get used to the idea, and then she started to understand why they live together -- and why they are so happy together."
"And then?" Carl asked. He shifted closer to his wife and gently stroked one of her ankles.
"Well, it seems that mother fell for this man too. She didn't come right out and say it, but they had sex while she was there -- a lot of it! This man is like some Don Juan screwing my sister AND my mother -- and they both know about it, AND there's some other woman there too -- and some other man. My mind is getting all scrambled thinking about this whole thing. I think they were together too, although mom didn't say so."
"What a turn on," Carl said running his strong hand softly up one of Rachel's shapely legs.
"Oh, you'd think mud was turn on," she leered at him and half-heartedly brushed his hand away. Carl was a good-looking man: in his late thirties, brown hair, square jaw, and only the beginnings of a paunch.
"Well, you have to admit there must be something special about this man. He must be athletic or rich or something to attract this gaggle of women."
"No. Mom said he was in his early or mid-fifties. He's well to do, but not wildly rich. He widowed a year or so ago. She raved about him -- I mean LOTS of wonderful adjectives. She's really in love with the guy. I never even heard her describe my Dad that way."
"When did you talk with Karen last?" Carl asked.
"Good question - not for a month or so. I guess I should talk to my kid sister more often, huh?" Carl nodded. Rachel checked the clock; "It's too late to call tonight. I'll ring her at work tomorrow and see whether she can talk. I mean, I want details." She grinned at him lecherously.
Carl had been stroking Rachel's bare legs during most of the conversation. Now, he extended his reach to move closer to her cloaked pussy.
Rachel looked down and watched his hand come closer and closer, spreading her legs apart as he stroked the edge of her lacy underwear. She was proud that even with four kids, she'd maintained a trim figure. Slightly saggy breasts atop broadening hips she acknowledged, yet Carl seemed to either like those or is tolerant of her first brush with a 'middle-age figure,' as she called it. Rachel was still a "looker." Heads turned to watch her on the street; she knew it, but had never developed the conceit that so many pretty women had. She was all-natural -- 'crunchy granola,' Karen called her.
She caught Carl's eye, "You! Strip and make love to the three of us right now." She threw the comment out the to him knowing full well that her husband had been conjuring up some fantasy of himself making love to three women at once. She wondered if that could be possible as she peeled off her underwear and shed her nightshirt.
For a few minutes, Carl buried his head in her pussy providing her some oral foreplay in a way they had come to enjoy immensely. Rachel crested a little with her pleasure, and then pulled Carl over her and insisted on his penetration. They both moaned as he stroked in and out of her body, their passion driving to an obvious goal.
They came together, their bodies arched into one another as their kisses smothered each other's faces. He collapsed into his wife, and she cradled him into her breasts. She whispered to him, "You have to make love to two other women. Remember?"
"You're plenty for me," Carl responded politically. They both hugged each other in play at the obvious patronage of the comment. As the minutes passed, they drifted off to sleep. Carl dreamed of servicing two other ravishingly beautiful women.
*****
When Carl got home from work the next night, he found Rachel home from her job and dealing with the children. He stepped right into the fray and took over some of the dinner prep, and getting the kids organized for baths and bedtime. He could tell, however, that Rachel had something to tell him. It would keep for now.
As he and Rachel finally shut the door to their bedroom hours later, Rachel slid into his arms and said, "Oh, have I got a story for you. Get undressed and get over here; I've been horny and wet all day. I need to get laid."
"What brought this on? Wait, I know; you talked to Karen"
"Yes," Rachel said as she peeled off her sweatshirt and jeans to reveal her shapely body covered only in the fine lingerie she'd been wearing all day. As the revealing lingerie disappeared, she stood nude in the dim light from the bathroom, holding her arms out to her equally naked husband. "Come and let me get you inside me, and then I'll tell you a sexy true story about my sister, my mother, and her friends."
With that, Rachel took Carl's cock and inhaled the flexible shaft into her mouth. Sixty seconds later it was a rod of steel that she pulled to her pussy; he penetrated her mound. Carl wasted no time questioning the invitation and sank into Rachel to the limit, moving slowly so he could prolong the experience and hear the full story.
Rachel began, "Mom only told me half the story last night. But, from the beginning, yes, Karen is madly in love with Jim and Lynn, and they're living together with full benefits in all directions. Mostly, it's the three of them when they make love -- Jim, Lynn, and Karen - but Karen said that she and Lynn do get it on alone sometimes. She said Jim is a wonderful, caring and considerate lover and a husband to the two of them."
Carl was moving his rod slowly in and out of his wife and visualizing his hot sister-in-law laying on a bed with some other women as he thrust into her cunt. Lesbian situations excited him too.
"Karen said they have sex every day, often several times a day. She said she's never felt so satisfied and loved in all her life. She said they're attentive, caring, and loving about each other ALL the time. She and this Lynn work for the same company, by the way, and Lynn's a little older but not as old as Jim -- he's in his mid-fifties. She said Lynn was beautiful and that she'd fled an abusive husband in Ohio and sought refuge in Florida. She's divorcing that jerk."
