Incest/Taboo Sister Act

Neither of us saw Chris standing there in the doorway. I had just then zipped myself up, sticky streamers of my spunk still clinging to Robyn's breasts as she turned around facing her sister, as I did.

"And I'd have thought you'd have been empty after last night," she giggled. "Seems having a nice big pair of titties around recharges you far sooner than I would have thought."

"Not just the titties...and like I've told you, I love yours every bit as much. No...just remembering last night can do this," I said patting my crotch again. "Now...I really am going to be late, so I'd best be off."

Chris came over to give me a kiss good-bye. "Have a nice day sweetie," she told me, and then stood next to her sister, her hand already coming up to begin massaging my cream into her sister's breasts. "We certainly will," she added.

"Damn!" I said shaking my head, and then headed off to work.

Thankfully I wasn't that late, and once Robert heard how I had actually met Patrick James in person, and had spoken to him, he'd forgotten all about any tardiness on my part.

"Think you can speak to him?" He asked.

"For sure," I smiled smugly. "We're having drinks with him at his place this weekend."

I almost expected Robert to give me the rest of the day off, though he didn't. Though he did take me out and treat me to a nice long lunch. One in which that had my head buzzing far sooner than I'd have preferred. Back at three, I decided to call home...see what the girls were up to.

"Need me to bring anything home?" I asked.

"Only your nice hard cock," Chris told me, telling me something else as she said that. They'd obviously both been aroused all day. I could tell it in her tone of voice.

"Anything...exciting or interesting happen today?" I asked fishing, though there were far too many colleagues about for me to get any more specific than that.

"Maybe...maybe not. Guess you'll have to wait until you get home to find out."

"Tease!" I near whispered over the phone.

"Baby...you aint seen nothing yet!" And with that, she hung up.

Needless to say, I made it home in record time, coming into the kitchen to the smell of what I knew was a delicious pot roast cooking in the oven. Obviously, they were preparing one of my favorite meals. But what I hadn't expected, was to see them as they stood in the kitchen preparing it. Each of them wearing an apron...and nothing else.

Chris handed me a scotch as I came in the door. "Dinner in about an hour," she informed me. "Finish your drink, relax...and then sit back and enjoy yourself for a bit, while we do," she hinted telling me little else. "We have a surprise for you...we went shopping today."

"I'm not sure that's much of a surprise, I fully expected you would," I answered back. Chris stuck her tongue out at me.

"It's what we went shopping for," she informed me. "So behave, or we won't show you the appetizer we've prepared for you before the main course...later," she added. "Now, run along...get comfy, something sexy even like...a robe," she once again hinted letting me know she wanted me ready, willing...and available. "The blue silk one," she then added.

It was a nice robe, but it wasn't meant to be a warm one, almost feeling too sexy on whenever I wore it, so I didn't much. Now however...it seemed like the perfect thing to be slipping into. I finished my drink, passing on another as my head was already buzzing enough as it was from the late liquid lunch I'd had. I then raced upstairs shedding my clothes, donned the silk robe, and was back downstairs within ten minutes. Once again...the girls proved to me they could shock me even when I was half expecting it. Chris was laying down on the kitchen table, legs draped over the edge, Robyn standing between them, wearing what appeared to be some sort of strap on dildo, that looked real as hell.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed seeing the two of them. I remembered a while back, once again watching a video, seeing that. Chris had expressed an interest, though at the time, neither one of us knew anyone, or had felt comfortable with anyone we did know...who might be willing to do that with her. Now we obviously did.

I stood there watching Robyn fucking her sister for a while longer, and then Chris glanced at the clock on the wall. "As much as I'd like to continue this," she said forcing her sister to step back. "Dinner's almost ready. And this...we must save for later."

As though on cue, the doorbell rang. I glanced down at myself somewhat alarmed, even more so looking at the girls, neither one of which seemed to be in any big panic to dress or cover themselves up. "That would be...our guests," she said.

"Guests? Guests? What guests?" I asked realizing, that like it or not, I was the one now expected to answer the door...dressed, or rather undressed as I was. "Who?"

"Answer the door!" Chris spat pointing towards it just as the doorbell rang again.

"Women!" I said shaking my head walking towards it. "Can't live with them..."

I opened the door, and my jaw just about dropped.

Patrick and Susan stood there in the doorway holding a bottle of wine. "Hope we're not too early!" Susan stated as I stepped back inviting them both in. "Hmmm, smells good in here too," she added as Pat once again took my hand shaking it. At least this time he didn't seem or appear to have an erection when he did. Though I now noticed, both of them wore nothing more than a pair of similar robes to the one I was wearing. Chris and Robyn soon after came walking into the entry room greeting them both. Still naked, much to Pat's delight, and his wife's from what I could see. At least Robyn wasn't wearing the strap on, though as I stood there thinking about it, I wouldn't have been too surprised if she had, nor might the two of them been either.

"I feel...over dressed," Susan stated, and then slipped out of her robe, revealing the fact that she too was naked beneath it.

"Surprise," Chris told me winking at me. "Met Susan while we were out shopping today," she then informed me. "Thought we'd invite them over to dinner tonight...told them what we had been planning for you, thought it sounded like fun, so we decided to include our new friends. Didn't think you'd mind that too much."

"Not at all!" I said grinning from ear to ear. "Not at all!"

As the girls had set the dining room table, we did all slip back into our robes at least when we sat down to eat. Patrick's selection of wine was one of the finest we'd ever had, and enjoyed all three bottles he'd brought with him in no time. Once again, my head was swimming already, but even more importantly, so was Chris's, and that usually meant only one thing. Horny as she'd been earlier, she was even more so now.

Patrick and I sat back in the living room digesting our meal, now sharing a glass of Brandy I had. The girls had shooed us out of the way as they hurriedly cleaned up carrying out the dinner dishes, though I had a pretty good idea, it was also so they could chat, giggle, and share things with one another. No doubt...many of which would include whatever it was they had on their minds for this evening. An unexpected, though very welcome twist to what was becoming a rather naughty way of life. One in which I'd never have expected to find myself enjoying as much as I had been, and no doubt would be later on. Though the idea of now including another man was a rather unexpected twist, and one I still wasn't too sure about. But, I was willing to keep an open-mind about such things, and play it by ear, see how it went. I knew from past discussions with Chris, we'd long ago agreed, and assured one another, we would never ever do anything we both weren't one hundred percent in agreement with. As we hadn't really discussed it at length here, I had to imagine we either would shortly, or that the situation wouldn't present itself yet...where we had to.

Needless to say I wasn't too surprised when Chris called me into the kitchen as Susan and Robyn both joined Patrick in the sitting room with a brandy of their own.

"So?"

"So?" Chris answered back smiling.

"Women!" I said more to myself. "Ok, how about you tell me what's going on...and what I'm to expect rather than standing here wasting time trying to worm it out of you."

"But that's half the fun!" Chris shot back grinning at me seductively. "Ok, ok..." she relented seeing the look on my face. "Nothing for you to worry about. Had a nice long discussion with Susan, wanted to see where she...where they were at. Bottom line is this...for now, until we all get to know one another really well, and determine no one's got any problems with anything...at the moment at least, it's more of a girl-girl-girl thing...between us. Which obviously Patrick's ok with. He's content to enjoy that...and Susan of course during the course of things, no one else. Same holds true for us too...me and Robyn both. Us...you, only. How's that sit with you?" She asked.

It sat fine...for now anyway. Not sure how I felt about Chris, or Robyn for that matter, trying to stuff that almost too enormous sausage of Pat's up either one of them, at least not at the moment. Not until I knew emotionally if I could even handle that. And even more surprising, I found myself almost as jealous at the thought of Robyn being with him in some capacity, as I was thinking about Chris doing that. Chauvinistically speaking however...Susan was another thing. Girls and girls...was for whatever reason, perfectly acceptable. Such were and are in many ways, the double standards of life. For now at least.

"But you're cool with Susan and I...and Robyn."

I smiled.

"Pig!"

I smiled even wider.

"Horny pig!" She added.

"You got that right...now, anything else? Or should we rejoin our guests before we miss anything."

"Yeah...I'll meet you in there, I need to go find where Robyn put my strap on!"

I guess I shouldn't have been too terribly surprised. By the time I entered the room Patrick now sat still sitting in his chair, though his robe was open. His prick, large as it was, stood up like a small baseball bat between his legs, he had two hands wrapped around it, stroking it up and down. I could of course do that too...but you could easily put another two hands around his...not mine.

Susan and Robyn stood swaying to music which I'd heard coming down the hallway. Mostly dancing, they did seem to periodically touch, caress, and rub against one another there on the floor. I took my seat, undid the sash on my robe parting it. Maybe I wasn't nearly as big as Pat was...but I was just as fucking hard, if not more so. And certainly so as I sat there watching the girls, soon three of them all dancing and swaying erotically together. It didn't take long for things to heat up either, watching all three pressing themselves against one another, hands and fingers suddenly disappearing for moments, looks of lust-filled eyes becoming more and more apparent. And then as one, they fell to the floor, forming a small, intimate, wicked little circle.

"Nice!" Pat said vocally, expressing my own wicked thoughts.

"Very nice!" I confirmed looking down at the girls, finding it oddly erotic, looking over, watching Pat as he sat there unabashedly stroking his enormous prick...me doing the same to my own. On the floor, Chris was now uninhibitedly licking Susan's cunt, bare like my wife's, Susan in turn licking and slurping on Robyn's, she last but not least...licking her sisters, though after a while of that, someone called "switch" and as though choreographed, they merely turned around facing in the opposite direction and did it that way for a while.

"God I love watching my wife eat pussy!" Patrick remarked.

"Yeah...me too. Especially watching her eat her sister's pussy."

You could have heard a pin drop.

I looked over towards Pat, his eyes wide. Then down at the girls, all of whom had quit licking one another.

"She's your sister?" Susan asked.

"Shit!" I said under my breath. "Who knew? Obviously they didn't.

"Sorry...just never came up really, didn't know...wasn't sure how you'd respond." Chris stated somewhat worriedly.

"Damn!" Pat said suddenly. Susan laughed.

"What?"

"Now I'm in trouble," she giggled. "Patrick's always had a thing for my sister...pillow talk, that sort of thing. Always asking me if either one of us ever did anything together growing up. Told him...not as much as he'd probably like hearing about, but as I he's often fantasized about, seeing me with my sister...now at least, he's seeing that here with you two!"

"Whew...glad it's not a problem then," Robyn said breathing a sigh of relief.

"Maybe someone should have filled me in!" I stated, glad that what appeared like a disaster here had been averted.

"Ok....NOW I need some sucking after hearing, and now knowing that wife!" Patrick said standing up.

He looked even bigger standing up than he had sitting down. Susan crawling over to grab a hold of his prick, playing with it as she tried mightily to draw him as fully as she could into her mouth before gagging on it.

"Remind me to show you a little trick sometime," Chris told her. "Though even then, as big as he is...you might not get all of it down your throat, but a lot more than you are now."

"BJ 101?" Susan giggled. "How about now?"

"Sure...why not? Jack honey, how about you come over here and let Robyn demonstrate technique on you while I instruct?"

I had to grin...after all, I was about to get sucked off by my own sister-in-law, something that obviously Patrick would have enjoyed feeling himself at one point...but might never do. Having my own wife instruct her sister while she did was a personal secret pleasure I was certainly going to enjoy too.

Although Chris was a pretty good instructor, and frankly, just hearing her trying to tell Susan how to gobble down her husband's cock was hot all by itself, Susan still gagged repeatedly unable to take it much more than she had before. Chris looked over at me, her expression clearly asking the question.

"Go ahead," I laughed. She smiled, blowing me a kiss.

"With your permission," she began speaking to them both. "And a suggestion," she then added. "Let me show you on your husband how you can do it, and then after that...practice the technique on Jack who's not quite as...well, as big as Patrick is," she stated wondering if they'd agree to doing that. Pat and Susan looked at one another briefly, and then both nodded their heads in mutual agreement. "Cool!" Chris said excitedly as told Patrick to lay down on the floor beside her. "The real trick is in breathing through your nose, letting his cock slide past the point where you feel like you're going to gag, without gagging and forcing it out again. Once you accomplish that, the rest is easy...as long as you remember to breath slowly through your nose. Now...watch me."

Admittedly, even I was spellbound watching my wife as she prepared herself to try and fully take in this mammoth prick down her throat. She'd done it easily to me often enough, but then I wasn't nearly as big as Pat was, a bit thicker in girth, barely perhaps, but the length of his enormous prick certainly posed a real challenge. Everyone sat there looking on, including Robyn who'd left off sucking me, now watching just as intently as everyone else was as Chris slipped and wrapped her lips around the head of Pat's prick. We watched as Chris slowly began to gobble it up inch by inch as she began making her way down the length of his shaft.

"Fucking A!" Pat groaned leaning back on his elbows trying to watch, his head tossed back in exquisite unexpected pleasure as Chris consumed nearly half his cock...obviously far more even then than Susan ever had. His comment however causing Chris to laugh, and then gag, removing her mouth from his penis.

"Don't do that!" She admonished him laughing along with everyone else now in her failed attempt. "I can't suck you, or breathe through my nose if I'm laughing!"

"Sorry," Patrick smiled his face having turned red with a slight embarrassment, though the obvious flush of excitement had added to that. "Just never felt anything like that before," he then added, turning towards his wife, saying "sorry" again to her too.

"Don't be...hopefully I'll learn how to do this myself here shortly, and then after that you'll finally be able to feel my mouth sucking you down the way she can!" Susan grinned winking at her husband.

Once again Chris leaned over drawing Pat's cock into her mouth, easily reaching the point she had gotten to the last time before gagging on it. I think everyone was holding their collective breaths, watching. She paused, breathed, and then took another inch, another, another. Suddenly she had taken him almost...but not quite all the way down to the base of his prick. I'd have taken bets she couldn't take the last two inches or so without choking on it. Once again she stayed there, allowing the fullness of his cock down her throat to settle in. And then to everyone's surprise, swallowed him whole.

"Holy fucking shit!" I exclaimed not even realizing that I'd said that. The comment immediately breaking the suspense and tension, once again a ripple of laughter, though it again forced Chris to fully release Pat's cock.

"Damn!" Susan added to that. "That was...amazing, I still can't see how you can do that...especially to him!"

"Practice, practice, practice!" Chris responded.

"And I'm looking forward to that too!" Pat chuckled pleasurably.

"And speaking of...let's see you try it on Jack's prick," Chris told her.

The action and interest now turned towards me as Susan scooted over placing herself exactly over my cock the way Chris had over Pat's. I felt her mouth suddenly surround my prick-tip sucking it in.

"Remember to breathe through your nose," Chris reminded.

It took a moment, and for a moment we all thought she wouldn't make it, almost gagging, giving up as she made it almost half way down my shaft.

"Hold still and relax, let your throat relax before taking any more," Chris said kneeling next to her, though I noticed her hand reaching over, cupping one of Susan's breasts, teasing it gently as she said that. Susan sighed pleasurably, and then her throat seemed to open...one, two, and then three inches suddenly sliding down her throat. She had indeed taken me fully. She held still for a moment more, and then amazingly, I felt the flat of her tongue lick, my cock fully taken, licking again, sucking simultaneously.

"By George! I think she's got it!" Chris laughed.

As Susan continued to practice on me, Chris returned to Pat's prick much to his delight.

"Hey!" Robyn suddenly exclaimed obviously feeling left out at this point, pouting cutely as she did.

"Come here sweetie," I told her. "I think I can keep you entertained while the two of them are 'practicing', I grinned. Robyn beamed brightly as I lay back down, content and pleasurably amused as Susan practiced her newfound technique on my cock. Settling down over my face, though turning to face the action so she could watch, I immediately speared her delightful wet split with my tongue.

"Oh yeah...yeah," she giggled excitedly. "Eat my pussy baby...eat my pussy!"

Even for a deep-throat novice, I felt it best to warn Susan when I soon after felt the first pleasurable surge inside my balls. They were already telling me that I'd be filling her mouth with copious amounts of cream soon if she kept doing what she so delightfully was.

"I'm getting close kiddo...don't want to drown you," I warned. Though I was also still uncertain and especially not knowing me all that well yet, that she'd be too keen on drinking down my cum. Not unexpectedly then, she sat up, slipping me out of her mouth, though continuing to hold my cock with her hand, still working it.

"I would like to see you squirt," she admitted hotly. "I do rather enjoy seeing that."

"Me too!" Robyn agreed with her, "though I like tasting it too...especially Jack's sweet cream. You keep jacking him...I'll give you a target to aim at," she grinned, and then leaned over further, opening her mouth in a wide capturing net, though closing it again, speaking. "Whenever you're ready that is," she giggled waiting.

I glanced over next to where I was laying, just a foot or so away, Pat likewise on his back, though still resting, balanced on his elbows watching my wife once again drive fully down onto his cock, the entire length disappearing like a magic act...though more like sword swallower, as Chris knelt over him, sucking and likewise tonguing his shaft. He reached out, his finger tips likewise capturing one of my wife's hard little tit points...tugging it. She smiled around his dick, liking it. The moment she did, it triggered my own pleasured release.

"Fuck...here, it...comes!"

Robyn opened her mouth once again, even wider this time...though hovering several inches above my dick as Susan pumped it, more rapidly now.

"Oh yeah...squirt for us baby...squirt!" She asked, as I began doing just that.

"Oh yeah! Take it! Take my fucking cum!" I cried out, feeling the first spurt explode from my prick tip, watching as it splashed against the side of Robyn's mouth, the aim slightly off, though Susan and she both hurriedly corrected for the almost immediate second shot. Even this one...though fully and cleanly entering Robyn's mouth, forced her head upwards a little with the surprising volume of it, almost forcing her to gag with the unexpected velocity of the spurt.

"Damn! He cums good!" Susan barked excitedly.

"Yes he does!" Chris replied looking over, almost proudly so as she and Pat both looked over towards the three of us. Susan was still working my stiff shaft up and down, pumping out what felt like gallons and gallons of cum cream, most of which now began landing against Robyn's breasts as she herself had placed her own hand over Susan's, helping to guide it, aiming it where she obviously enjoyed feeling it.

"I do so love feeling all this hot warm cream on my tits!" She explained unnecessarily. Though so did I.

Basking in the afterglow of my climax, I almost lazily went back to licking and tonguing Robyn's now even wetter juicy split. Susan crawled over joining my wife, the two of them now wrapping lips around Pat's enormous prick, teasing him delightfully, even kissing one another with his prick sandwiched in between the kiss.

"Never done that before," Susan smiled, lips smacking, sucking kissing, doing it again as Pat groaned audibly. "Gonna cum for us too baby?" She then asked, the words no sooner out of her mouth than he began doing just that. It was admittedly erotic as hell, watching his prick squirt, both Susan and my wife still licking, and sucking it together. Streamers of his own precious semen shooting skywards, landing almost everywhere at once as they continued mouthing his prick until the last remnants of his orgasm merely bubbled, and then flowed from his prick-tip like molten lava from the seething volcano of a prick they both held.

It was a delight for me in another way too though, the erotic scenario triggering Robyn's release as she suddenly cried out, wailing at the top of her lungs, hunching back now almost suffocating me as she came. I drank in the delicious wet surge of her bliss, felt the liquid flow of her climax, swallowing, drinking...near drowning in it myself. And content to do so had I done. When she finally sat up, looking back and behind her, I lay there grinning like a Cheshire cat, my face drenched, glistening in her erotic rapture.

"Fuck you do that so well!" She thanked me.

"Any time," I said meaning it.

With three of us temporarily knocked out of action, it was no surprise then when Chris stood up walking over towards the coffee table where she'd first placed her brand new strap on dildo down on to.

"So...heads or tails?" She asked looking at Susan.

"I'll fuck you...and then you can fuck me," she told my wife.

"And then I'll fuck you both!" Robyn added to that with a mischievous smile.

It was another long...but very enjoyable evening. Though it had been wild enough as it was, I was content with spending the rest of the time with my two girls, though it was fun to watch Susan take that mammoth prick of her husbands, something she was obviously well used to doing. Watching them fuck beside the three of us as we did, until everyone was once again spent, almost too much to move. We bid them goodnight, just after midnight, and agreed to get together again come Friday evening, this time at their place.

"I've gotta get some sleep!" I told the girls dragging myself upstairs to bed. "And I can't afford to be late in the morning either," I added.

"I'll have the coffee ready and waiting for you," Robyn said.

I looked at her and groaned, as she winked at me.

"Best set the alarm for a bit earlier," I told my wife. "Or I have the feeling I will be late again," I then added.

At least I wasn't in as big a rush this morning as I stood there leaning back against the kitchen counter. Chris and Robyn both having scooted their chairs over in front of me, sitting side by side...naked, leaning slightly off to one side. Robyn's right breast, pressed against my wife's left breast, as they in turn ran my dick back and forth between the two, teasing their own nipples with it, once again jacking me off.

"Think he'll have much...especially after last night?" Robyn wondered now slapping my dick against the two of them as she asked that.

"No worries there," my wife assured her. "Sometimes I have to wonder if he doesn't have an extra set of balls hiding somewhere he cums so much," she grinned back. "Just you watch, there'll be plenty for the two of us!"

Minutes later, I treated both pairs of titties to a fairly impressive display of tit-squirting, several massive loads landing equally against each of them, and then enjoyed watching afterwards as they stood, mashing their wet sticky breasts against one another, virtually massaging and rubbing it in to one another.

"Have a nice day dear!" Chris said kissing me good-bye, as did Robyn. "Because we certainly will!" She added her hand already making its way down between her sister's legs as I forced myself to step out through the door.

I arrived at work with plenty of time to spare, Robert nodding his head appreciatively from his office as I walked by heading towards mine. Debra, my administrative assistant brought me a fresh morning cup of coffee, something I'd never asked or required her to do, something she just did for me almost from the very beginning. She had poured herself one as well, part of our early morning ritual now as we sat down to plan out the day. As she very often did, closing the door so we'd have some privacy to work and discuss things over that first cup.

In the three years now that Debra had been working for me, I had never not once made any untoward advances against her. Ours was, and would remain a professional relationship. Having said that however, it was also a friendly and pleasant one as well. We often joked, flirted a little without crossing any major lines in the sand. It kept things light and easy between us, and the fact she had a nice looking body, without showing too much of it off, was an added bonus. And today was no exception to that either.

Debra had dark shoulder length hair, a nice full bosom, breasts somewhere in between my wife's and Robyn's, though I of course had never actually seen them. Just the occasional unintentional glimpse down the front of her blouse a few times. Sexy bras, lace bras mostly, a hint of well defined sculptured flesh with a small sprinkling of freckles, which I frankly found quite stimulating for some odd reason. In addition to all that, Debra had long curvy legs, a tight form fitting ass that looked damn good in jeans, which she usually always wore on casual Fridays. Today was Tuesday however, so she wore her usual business fare, which today consisted of a short black skirt, showing off those long legs of hers, and a nice somewhat see-through white blouse, though she most usually wore a camisole beneath that whenever she did.

"You look tired," she began. "Late night?"

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "You have NO idea!" I told her grinning wickedly. She knew the look.

"Lucky woman...wish my husband was as, well...adventurous as the two of you seem to be," she told me.

"If she only knew," I thought to myself, taking a moment to glance down at her chest as she seemed to sigh wishfully, causing her chest to heave, enough so that that one extra undone button on her blouse, which probably shouldn't have been, gapped just a little. The mere glimpse of a few sprinkled freckles caused my prick to stir inside my pants. "Yeah...it's been interesting to say the least, my wife's sister's staying over with us for a couple of weeks, so we've sort of been working around that," I said lying a little, not wanting to hint at anything that would raise any eyebrows.

She laughed at that. "Yeah, been there, done that myself. Late night in the bathroom, not always the best place to enjoy oneself...at least, not all the time," she confided in me.

Images of her now getting fucked in her bathroom filling my head, though I had never met her husband.

"So...what's on the agenda for today?" I asked deciding I'd best change the subject and get back to business before I allowed my cock to "dick-tate" otherwise.

Taking my cue, Debra opened the schedule book for today glancing at it just as my phone rang. I answered.

"Jack Stevens," I said answering.

"Hi honey," my wife said slurring her words a little. "Guess what we're doing?"

I felt my cock suddenly stir once again. Normally I might have been slightly irritated with a personal call, especially so early in the day, just having gotten to work after having so recently seen her. But now...with the too recent memory of walking out the door, seeing the two of them rubbing their cum-splashed tits against one another, Debra's freckled tits...and those damn sexy long legs of hers, I decided to indulge myself, listening in.

"Should I come back?" Debra asked. I put my hand over the receiver.

"No, stay put. I've been expecting this call, but it shouldn't take too terribly long," I assured her, returning to my wife. "Thanks for calling me," I then said trying to sound professional, letting Chris know as I did...I wasn't alone.

She laughed. "You have company then?" She asked snickering.

"Yes...I do in fact."

"Debra?"

"Yes." I responded even nodding my head as though lost in thought. Chris knew my routine in the morning as we'd often discussed it. She also knew of my somewhat friendly, only slightly flirtatious relationship with her. We held no secrets from one another.

"Way cool," she responded back, "this could be fun," she then stated, though it sounded more like she was addressing her sister than she was me in saying that.

"Go on..." I said urging her to hurry things up just a little, smiling at Debra, even winking at her as she sat there trying not to look as though she was listening in on my conversation, even though she obviously was.

"Well, after you left...Robyn titty-fucked me. And then I titty-fucked her too!"

"That sounds interesting," I said over the phone trying to hide the fact I was rapidly growing erect and aroused on my end. "How's that work?" I now asked.

"You want specifics?"

"Yes...please."

"Not until you take your cock out."

"Here? Now?" I asked, realizing maybe I was saying something I shouldn't be, raising suspicion, glancing at Debra again though she sat patiently in her seat, still smiling at me.

"Yes...unless you don't want to hear about it until you get home," Chris told me.

I unzipped beneath my desk, fishing my cock out carefully, Debra sitting across from me, making the whole thing dangerously thrilling.

"Ok, I can do that," I said having already done so.

"Promise? You're not just saying that to get me to tell you? You did? You are?"

"Yes." I said simply.

"Well, with our tits still nice and messy after you came all over them, Robyn had me lay down on the kitchen table, and then proceeded to mash her breast against my pussy, fucking and teasing my clit with it, until I came. And then I did the same thing to her. It was really naughty...really horny. Really hot!"

"I can only imagine," I responded stroking my dick.

"You hard? Wet? Slippery?"

"Very," I said again. "Yes...very much so."

"You playing with it now? Stroking it up and down, rubbing the head for me? For us?" She added.

"Yes, I am," I said still trying very hard to sound professional here on my end, though I was doing exactly that.

"Want to see us do that for you again tonight after you get home?"

"I would yes...I'd enjoy ah...I'd enjoy that very much, it would be much appreciated."

Chris laughed. "Ok baby, I'll let you get back to work now then. "Enjoy your cock," she added. "Come for me."

"I will...that, I can assure you. I will. And thanks for calling," I finished finally hanging up. "Sorry about that," I said speaking to Debra, cock still in hand, though I had every intention now of putting it away once she'd left rather than finishing myself off here in my office.

To my surprise however, she stood up grabbing my cup and hers. "I'll get us some fresh coffee," she said. "And I need to make a pit-stop into the ladies room first before I do that," she added surprising me just a little. She stepped towards the door, hand on the door-knob, not yet turning it, turning back towards me. "Oh...and tell your wife hi for me next time she calls."

I sat there looking at her. She laughed.

"You might also want to consider the fact that I have really acute hearing," she grinned a bit wickedly, and then glanced downwards in fact as though having x-ray vision or something as she looked towards my desk. "After that...I'm going to need a few moments too," she finished only then turning the knob on the door, stepping out.

"Well I'll be damned!" I said feeling my face redden considerably. "I'll be go to hell!"

A few minutes later Debra returned with two fresh steaming hot cups of coffee. She closed the door, this time locking it before taking her seat, sliding one of the cups over towards me. As she did, I noticed something else. She was no longer wearing the camisole she'd had on beneath her white blouse. She still had a bra on, that I could clearly see, a rather sexy looking one in fact with obvious lace patterns and designs in it clearly showing through. Another thing, there was a third button on her blouse now open as well. Daring, if not a bit too daring for the office, without being totally obscene, just on the edge of being inappropriate. I liked the look. I took a sip of my coffee, though damn near spurting it out across the desk moments later.

"So...you still have it out? Or did you put it away?"

Like I said.

Debra shifted in her seat, slid back a little away from the desk. The chair had rollers. She put one leg up on the edge of my desk. I didn't mind. She didn't have any panties on now either.

"That was horny," she offered. "Your wife and her sister huh?" She then stated matter of factly.

There was no point in denying it...she'd heard, obviously. I grinned, though answering her previous question rather than this one.

"I did yes."

She picked up on that.

"Still hard? Horny?"

"Very." And then I thought it was my turn to ask her a personal question. "You wet? Aroused?"

"Very," she answered back, spreading her leg a bit more, giving me even more of a tantalizing view.

"I'm your boss."

"I know...I work for you," she offered. "Which is why...only this, nothing more," she said easily enough. "Ever." She then added. "Unless it's too much...or not enough, either way."

"No...no, I'm good with that...if you are," I responded back. She smiled. Reached up undoing another button.

I unzipped again, letting her hear it this time when I did. She undid another button. Her bra had the clasp in front, she popped it. Her tits sprang free. Freckled. Sexy, sprinkles of freckles all over the front of them, racing towards her hard extended light tan colored nipples. Nice and hard...extended.

"Your turn." She said. "Let me see."

I looked at the door again. This was dangerous as hell, but I was as excited as hell too. I stood, my cock sticking straight out of the front of my pants. She looked at the chair next to her, pushed away, giving me room.

"Take a seat," she invited. I walked over the few steps doing so, sitting beside her, yet comfortably, or rather uncomfortably distant. "Stroke it for me...while I watch."

"Finger it for me...while I watch," I shot back.

She laughed, tossing her head back, her dark shoulder length hair hiding her face for a moment, though she lifted up a bit, bunching her skirt up around her waist as she did so. She had a bit more hair on her pussy than Robyn did, though not much. A small, neatly cropped little triangle, it was sexy...different. Naughty hot. She slipped a finger in, drawing it out again, showing it to me. It glistened. She was indeed very wet.

"Show me one," she asked.

I squeezed my dick, a nice droplet of precum emerged, I swiped it up with my finger showing her.

She fingered herself again, fingers to her mouth then as she sucked them off. "Now you."

I squeezed again, finger to mouth licking. Salty...sweet, tangy...erotic.

"Nice," she moaned, hand back down between her legs, free hand now cupping her breast. "Jerk it...work it for me."

I began doing so, pumping my prick up and down while she watched, while she finger-fucked herself, now pulling hard on her nipples...pinching them.

"Let me hear your wet cunt," I said huskily.

She moaned hearing that, her fingers flying now, smearing her slick wet juices around her extended clit, it was easily heard as she did so. "You like that huh? You like hearing that hot fuck sounding juice noise?" She asked.

"Fuck yes!" I responded, letting her hear mine now in kind, lathering my own cock, spitting on it as well, adding to the stimulation along with the additional wet slick slippery sounds as I stroked it.

"I squirt...a little," she said warning me.

"So? So do I!"

She laughed at that. "Want to see me do it?"

"Fuck yes. See me?"

"Fuck yes."

"When?"

"How bout now?"

"Fuck yes!"

Oddly...she lifted her cup, near draining it, handing it to me. I took it, wondering.

"Hold it for me," she then said, and then stood, legs spread....frigging her clit, fingering her cunt. "Soon...really, really soon." She informed me, redirecting my hand. "Closer...about there," she stated. Mesmerized, I sat there, holding the cup, watching...waiting. Watching her hand, smelling her actually, enjoying her scent. "Ready?"

"Hell yes."

"Here...it...comes!" She groaned deeply, and then did.

For the briefest of moments, it looked as though she was peeing, but she wasn't. This little spurt, spritz, spurt, and spritz, again. It was hot...it was decadent, it was erotic as hell. I heard the splash of her climax squirting into the cup, felt a bit of it hitting my hand. "Not too bad," she said looking down seconds later.

"Not bad at all...very nice in fact," I stated. She laughed again.

"Not that...I meant, didn't get too much on the floor, mostly in the cup."

"Oh that...yeah, I guess, doesn't matter, even if you did...that was fucking hot."

"Yes it was...your turn." She took back the cup, holding it...grinning. "Always did like cream with my coffee."

One, two...three squirts at the most, it was all I had. A bit too soon to have fully built up the reserves yet, though it seemed to have served its purpose. I shook off, a droplet or two more, neither one of them going into the cup. One landing on her breast, the other on her blouse.​