"Let's have a hot tub party for Christmas Eve."
"Won't it be too cold?"
My wife Mallory always took turns with her three sisters hosting a big family party that rolled nicely into the Santa hour. As none of us had kids, it was a great way to see the holiday in. Whoever hosted Christmas Eve then got a dinner invitation to another sister's home for Christmas, and New Year's Day at the third (two of the sisters, Krista and Claire were twins who shared a condo). The 24th was just a week away, and Mallory had not shown any interest in planning a party. This was quite unusual for her, but since we had shared sexually with her sisters and our neighbours on National Nude Day in July, she had been very withdrawn, not visiting with family or friends often.
She was spending lots of time with our new friend and co-worker, Amal. This fine African refugee had moved in with us when her husband had thrown her out for adopting Western ways. Mallory and Amal had explored lesbian love together. Occasionally, I joined in. More rarely, Mallory switched beds and I had Amal all to myself for a night. I worried that Mallory might be either too obsessed with Amal, or ashamed of what she had shared with her sisters.
"The forecast has a chance of wet snow, but mild weather," Mallory said cheerfully, handing me a cup of hot cider. "Anyone getting chilly can jump in the tub."
"Last time your sisters were here..." I started, but instantly regretted.
Fortunately, Mallory just laughed, lustily, right from her toes. I saw a twinkle return to her eye which had been missing for months.
"You dirty old man, just wanting to fuck my baby twin sisters again."
Claire and Krista were barely in their twenties, just a few years younger than Mallory. I was considered a cradle robber by her parents, who were barely older than me.
I was silent for a moment. Mallory wriggled her nose deep in thought, and then grinned even wider. "Oh, so you want by big sis instead?"
Bridget, always called B, was an openly bisexual domme, and had taken a leading role first in our fantasies and then in realizing dreams. Mallory had started our slide into polyamory with fictional tales of seduction by B, first of her, then of me. By Earth Day, the story expanded to include all four sisters. But until July, that part had all been imaginary.
Still, I said nothing. "Oh," Mallory stretched her smile wider, her whole body surging up and towards me. "You want them all."
Now it was my turn to smile. "I still can't get the image of the twins chanting 'orgy, orgy, orgy' out of my mind. I picture that more than the sex that followed."
"I can see how much you liked it," Mallory observed, her eyes now focused on my lap, where my surging cock was evident inside my pants. She flicked up and made fresh eye contact, bathing me in her warm smile. Well, at least she wasn't depressed.
Without another word, she dipped forward from the waist, her fingers grabbing the waist of my pants and dragging them towards the floor.
"Are you wishing it was Amal doing this?" she asked, and then flicked her tongue out, teasing the tip of my growing organ, which bobbed its head in agreement.
"Or maybe our little old neighbour lady, Mrs. Ludweg?"
"Who knew that seniors could give such great head?"
"You liked how her tongue circled at the base of your helmet?" Mallory demonstrated the maneuver, and then giggled. "I have a confession to make."
"What?"
"I've invited the Ludwegs to use the hot tub a few times while you've been at work, and Mrs. L has given me some lessons. It turns out that Mr. L having a small cock that takes lots of effort to suck hard, and then even more to come, makes him a great practice dummy."
My cock seemed pleased by this news, or maybe it was just reacting to the way that Mallory was fondling my balls while tonguing the underside of my shaft slowly from the root to the head, and then back again.
"But your cum tastes sweeter. Mr. L is salty tasting." A shiver ran through Mallory's body. She bobbed her head down over my fully erect rod, swallowing it into her throat, but quickly pulled back to speak more.
"Their daughter Alisha, though, tastes really sweet. She's joined in the practice a few times too." My balls throbbed in Mallory's palm. "Oh, I can tell you like that idea."
The image of this athletic young woman swallowing her elderly parent's load suddenly appearing in my brain, complete with a slimy cum trail from his reddened tip to her plush lower lip. Although she had deep throated him the first time we had met, that whole experience had taken on a dream like quality, and I wasn't totally convinced that it, and the Nude Day orgy, might not be figments of my imagination, despite the undeniable fact that I woke up most mornings with not just Mallory, but also Amal, in my bed.
"You mean Aly s...su...sucks her Dad's cock?" I stammered, seeking confirmation that events had really happened.
"What's wrong with that? You get off watching my sisters and I eat each other's pussies. Aly is a consenting adult. Maybe if we invite her over, you could be the beneficiary of the lessons her Mom gave her," Mal chuckled. "You already have been, you know. I'm surprised you didn't notice I've learned a few tricks."
In demonstration, Mallory lifted the tip of my cock skyward while she crouched lower and rolled her tongue all around the root of my shaft and then sucked each ball into her mouth one at a time, slowly, also rolling them around.
"Maybe the Ludwegs will bring Aly?" I managed to mumble.
"If she's home. The reason you haven't seen much of her is that she went away to school," Mallory replied. "I know the twins have wanted to get together with her for a long time."
Images of the twins entwined with Alisha, in a daisy chain brought my balls up into my groin. Krista and Claire were lithe athletes. Alisha had similar features and colouring, but was more amply endowed, and full bodied. I pictured the pile of blondeness, with tongues cleaving labia as fingers caress breasts. It would be hard to tell where one gal ended and the next began.
Mallory felt the shiver run through my spine. She rolled her tongue around my shaft, bathing it in a circular motion from base to tip, and then quickly swallowed my length in one gulp. Her passion combined with my imagination, and my sperm burst out of my slit, exploding into her throat. Mallory kept her lips locked under my helmet, suctioning the whole load upwards into her mouth, pumping my rod and milking my balls until I was drained.
Her tongue flicked across her shiny lips as Mallory finally fell back into a squat, looking up at me dreamily. I knelt in front of her and carefully cupped her chin in my fingers, tilting her mouth upwards. She closed her eyes and rocked forward, meeting my kiss. My tongue roughly pushed past her lips. Mallory gasped, her warm breathe misting on my teeth as she was forced to open wide, but then her tongue also reached out, meeting mine and sliding past into my open cavity.
My hands started on her shoulders, but as we kissed, automatically my fingers roamed along her spine, tracing the row of vertebrae, touching each bump as if playing an oboe. Each finger tap made Mallory sigh. Each sigh was deeper, until, as I caressed the indentation where spine dipped above curves, she groaned. I slid my hands lower, cupping her cheeks, lifting her upwards, fingertips teasing her slit from below and behind. Just as quickly as I touched there, I pulled my hands up and away. Then I touched her sides at waist level, smoothly brushing her warm flesh, coming upwards to cup her ripe tits in either hand. Finally I broke free of her mouth and dropped my head, kissing first her left nipple and then her right. Mallory grasped my hair in her fingers and held me there, grinding my whiskers across the tender flesh of her breast.
"Do you love the taste of your cum in my mouth? How will you like tasting another man on my lips?"
Mallory's hand dropped to my lap, capturing my throbbing cock. "Oh, I think you like it."
She steered my mouth across to her other nipple. Now unable to do more than moan, I gently tipped her backwards slowly, so that she could slide her legs out and lie on her back rather than dropping into a painful heap. Mallory was careful never to release her grip on my cock. She softly pumped the shaft, massaging it into tumescence. Without pausing, Mallory guided my tip into her warm wet pussy, drawing my length deep inside in a single stroke. Her hips thrust up off the deck with increasing rapidity. I tried to kiss her mouth, but she twisted her head, avoiding more than a brush of lips on lips. Soon, her hand again touched my jaw, aiming my mouth to her neck, moaning as I kissed and then bit her flesh. I started in the middle of her throat but gradually licked and nibbled up the right side to just beneath her ear, then jumped across to nip at the very point of her shoulder. I planted a fast trail of sloppy wet kisses across her collarbone, pausing to roll my tongue slowly within the dent at the top of her breastbone, and then working out to the left shoulder. All this time, Mallory only groaned, her butt thumping into the deck as my cock shoved in and out of her, as if it had a will of its own, burying itself to the root with each increasingly powerful thrust. Having just come, my erection lasted longer than usual, and we fucked intensely, lost in the moment.
My teeth were grazing on Mallory's left earlobe as she climaxed with a growl, and then, with a firm tug on my balls, she inserted a finger up my ass. Mallory knew very well that this would trigger a fresh burst of seed surging up my cock and flooding into her womb. She screamed loud and long through a chain of orgasms, her vaginal walls milking every drop of semen from my deflating cock, refusing to release me until I was empty and flaccid. Finally, she collapsed into a fit of giggles. "Well, I guess if the Ludwegs are home, they heard that," she said.
"So, let's have a party," I agreed.
Mallory worked with me normally, but a lot of her energy was diverted into planning her party. I was occupied with business, sorting out details before a few days off for the holidays. As a result, although Amal had only joined our business a few months ago, she had to step in to help me more directly than usual.
"You've gone from answering phones to closing deals overnight," I commented to the African goddess one evening as the sun set on another profitable day.
"I'm just glad for the opportunity that you and Mallory have given me." Amal had a regal bearing, and always spoke in calm measured tones, with just a hint of British schooling in her English. Her husband had divorced her as punishment for adopting western ways after they moved to our town. Luck had brought her to our doorstep. Sex had cemented our relationship.
Since Amal lived in our spare room – when she wasn't sharing the bed with Mallory and me - we had driven in to work together. All of the other staff had left for the day and we were alone, putting away a few files. As she reached up to place a folder on a high shelf, I noticed that the slit in her wrap around skirt fell open to reveal her leg all the way up.
"Maybe I should put those legs into sales full time," I joked.
