Incest/Taboo Sweet Sweet Revenge

"I'll tell you later." I told them both. "Something to do with cookies and a very messy kitchen." The girls got somewhat serious after that and quit kissing cunts together. "Tom? Cindy and I had a little chat while we were waiting for the two of you to get here."

"And?" I asked simply.

"And...she told me how you once asked if you could fuck her in the ass."

Frankly I was a little surprised that my Cindy would actually share such information with her, even if she was her friend. I'd asked her once about it, and she'd given me a very firm, "No fucking way!", so I'd never broached the subject with her again after that. I didn't have a response to that however, too stunned actually to do so, so I waited for her to continue instead, which she did.

"Anyway, I've told her that I rather enjoy it every once in a while, and even mentioned to Frank a while back that what I'd really like to try some day is a double-fuck, you know...someone in my ass, someone in my pussy. Would you like that?"

I glanced in surprise and shock, looking at my wife, and then at Frank. Cindy was smiling at me. "Go ahead baby." She cooed. "Now's your chance, you KNOW I won't....not with THAT big cock anyway!"

"You're serious?" I asked....including everyone in my question.

"Very." Shelly said reaching over to clasp my wife's hand. "To begin with, I think it's appropriate for any of us to discuss anything before we do it, and more importantly, no one should ever feel like they should do something that they don't want to do. Cindy obviously doesn't have any desire to have someone stick their cock in her ass, but I do. So as long as everyone's ok with it...why not?"

I know I was grinning like a kid on his birthday, but I couldn't help myself. "Ok...now what?"

Shelly quickly had Frank lie down beneath her and she climbed aboard him on top, ass facing away from me. I watched as Frank's dick slid into his wife's pussy and once he was firmly and completely ensconced inside her, she beckoned me over to her.

"Make sure you use plenty of that KY over there on the table." She said pointing. "Cindy has a point about that big dick of yours. Oh...and use plenty of it on me too." She added.

It took a moment to fully lubricate myself, and even longer to try and lubricate Shelly's puckered little asshole sufficiently as neither she nor Frank simply sat there while I did it. I had to struggle with inserting my finger into her as she continued to fuck her husband even while I did my level best to ensure that she'd be sufficiently lubricated to take me. Cindy wasn't to be left out either, and had already positioned herself over Frank's face so that he was not only fucking his wife, but eating mine out as well.

"Hey now...wait a minute! What about me?" I said still trying unsuccessfully to position myself so that I could actually and finally enter Shelly's ass. Finally she stopped long enough so that I could.

"Go easy baby." Cindy instructed me. "Maybe she's willing to let you fuck her ass, now...but if you hurt her, it might be the last time you ever do it." She warned.

"Well tell Frank to quit fucking his wife then." I admonished them both. "I can't even get it near her with her ass bouncing up and down like that!"

"Sorry old boy. It feels too fucking good mate."

"Shut up Frank!" I said, sounding quite a bit like Hawkeye Pierce when I said it. "I think you've got your accents a bit mixed up."

"Shut up both of you!" Shelly near shouted exasperatedly. "Can't the two of you play nice for a change? Or aren't the two of you really interested in fucking me?"

That shut us both up, and a moment or two latter, I had slipped inside Shelly's exquisitely tight ass. It took me a moment to adjust to the tempo of their coupling. Twice I had almost slipped out when I was attempting to push in, but as Shelly gradually became accustomed to my intrusion of her posterior, I managed to get a significant portion of my anatomy deep inside her.

"Oh hell yes!" Shelly moaned loudly as we finally got going in perfect harmony together. "This is fucking great!" She bellowed ecstatically. Cindy was still sitting on Frank's face, sitting towards me and watching the expression on mine and Shelly's faces as we rhythmed our way towards ecstasy.

"Maybe I WILL have to try that sometime she said. I have to say Shelly, you look like you're really enjoying it...I don't mind telling you, I don't think I've seen you look any more beautiful, or any more pleasured before." My wife commented openly and honestly.

"Oh honey...if you only knew." Shelly barely managed to acknowledge through semi-clenched teeth. She was fighting to hold on as it was... not wanting the pure physical pleasure to end all too quickly. I knew by the juicy sounds of her cunt as Frank fucked into her that she was juicing nicely, and though the KY was the primary contributor of all the equally naughty-nasty sounding noises emanating from her ass, I was helping that along with some major precum lubricating there myself.

"Is either one of you getting very close?" She asked. "Because I am, and it would be nice if we could somehow managed to all cum together!"

"I'm doing pretty good myself." Cindy acknowledged. "Frank's tongue is doing a rather nice job on my little clitty. About all he'd have to do to pop me would be to suddenly start sucking it. Frank! Not yet I said....Oh, gawd that DOES feel good though..."

Just hearing the tone of my wife's sultry sounding voice took me up a notch. "Oh yeah...I could be there shortly myself." I said as I eased my prick smoothly in and out of Shelly's tight little ass. "The way her asshole feels around my dick is fantastic!" I exclaimed.

"What about you frank?" Shelly asked her husband...."You getting close"

"Futhin A" he said through a mouth full of pussy.

"Yeah...he's ready to go! Ok then everyone....follow my lead if you can, I'm going to go for it, so if you can, wait for me and give in as close to me as you can when I do."

Shelly began to rock back against me a little more forcefully after that. Frank was pistoning his prick in and out of his wife's cunt for all he was worth, which I was easily able to feel as our dicks slid in and out of his wife, almost touching one another with each pass as we were separated only by the thinnest of membranes. I could tell by the look on my wife's face that she was already hanging on the precipice as I'd seen that look before, and knew that unless everyone else hurried, she'd be there long before any of us were. How she was holding that climatic little orgasm where she was without succumbing to it I'll never know. But then suddenly Shelly was giving us all a play by play to more or less mark time with.

"Oh yeah...fuck. Oh yeah...fuck, just like that, fuck. Oh shit yes...right there, right there...fuck. Just like that...yes, yes...oh fuck...close..fuck...oh yes, fuck...almost...almost...almost....oh...oh...oh...OH Yes! Now...Now...Now!"

Shelly's ear splitting scream was suddenly matched by Cindy's. Cindy let out a high-pitched moan that just seemed to go on and on forever, almost as though she was yodeling. I felt Frank suddenly stop moving for a brief moment, and then he slammed into his wife's cunt one final time, holding it there, and buried his load deeply inside her as he moaned out in a deep-throated groan, vibrating my wife's cunt as he did which seemed to enhance, if not trigger additional multiple little orgasms from her as she began crying out all over again. Hearing all this seemingly happening at once, I was but a millisecond behind everyone when I came too. I felt my cock lurch, sucked inwards suddenly into Shelly's ass, just as her sphincter seemingly clamped down on my prick and milked the first explosion from my balls so that I found myself bathing the entire inside of her ass in torrents of hot frothy cum juice.

Words cannot begin to adequately describe the emotional roller coaster we all rode on into bliss together. It was mind numbing to say the least and left us all spent and gasping for air long minutes after we had all finished erupting, shooting, spewing, and juicing. I don't know how many times Cindy and I had managed to climax simultaneously, perhaps no more than a half dozen times at best during our entire marriage. And though that never had been the penultimate goal whenever we made love, it had made those times spent together, seemingly extra special when they did. And now having experienced this, with all four of us spending together simultaneously, it was like experiencing and enjoying four orgasms at once...and simply not one, or even two as it were.

"Holy shit!" Frank finally managed to say, speaking first while the rest of us continued to try and collect ourselves.

"Fucking A", Cindy added....laughing then, which caused us all to erupt into the giggles and uncontrolled hysterics until clutching my side, I was finally forced to stand up and walk away before I seriously injured myself.

"Anyone want cookies?" Shelly asked. Which started it up all over again, to the point where I finally did have to leave the room or I'd end up having a stroke.

Like having a bad case of the munchies after really getting ripped, we all decided to head on out for an early dinner after that, and then back over to Cindy and Franks place for another dip in their hot tub.

"Maybe later...I'll let you fuck me in the ass." Cindy told me. And this time...there was no "Yeah sure" behind my thinking. I knew then that eventually, maybe even later that evening that I would.

On Thursday Bill dropped by my office with several papers for me to sign. That was one of the things I really liked about him, he wasn't some pompous-assed attorney that felt like everything that needed to be done had to be done strictly in his office. Bill happened to be on his way home, which passed near enough by the place I worked that he simply dropped in rather than making me drive the entire distance across town to where he was.

"You're sure about this Tom?" He asked once again. Another thing I liked about Bill. He was thorough in all of my transactions and always made sure I was aware of every nuance and problem that could arise. He'd protected me during my divorce from Silvia, and though she had still managed to get nearly everything she'd set her mind to, which had nothing to do with the way Bill handled my case, it was basically State Law that fucked me over, he did at least come prepared to show the courts that Silvia had no rights and entitlements to the properties, to the cabin, or especially to my fathers business which I had inherited.

"Yeah, I know what I'm doing Bill." I assured him. "And I know this is likely to cost me a little, but it really will be worth it in the long run if this works out the way I hope it does."

I then read over the documents we'd be giving to Silvia to sign. I had made sure with Bill that there wouldn't be any confusing legalese that would cause her to grow suspicious and have any second thoughts as to what she was agreeing to and signing for. I'd even indicated to him I didn't want anything appearing in any fine print either that would also cause her to question the transaction in any way shape or form.

"Won't your ex-wife understand what that means?" Bill questioned, stating the obvious.

"Oh...she knows. She's known that's the way it's always been ever since my father and I built the place. But she's also known that as long as the agreement stood in place, that the cabin was protected. As long as those conditions are clearly spelled out, which they are, she'll have no recourse against me later on. Provided of course that everything else happens the way that I hope it will. Otherwise, nothing really changes and she ends up with the cabin. Either way, I still win as Cindy's never liked the place anyway for obvious reasons."

"When are you meeting with her?" He asked.

"Saturday. Which means I should have the signed papers back to you the first part of the week hopefully. I'm sure she'll take time to read over them, but it's important that she doesn't feel like I'm anxious, or even pressuring her to sign. Cindy and I have come up with something that we're hopeful will keep her too preoccupied to think too clearly on, when and if she finally does sign. After that, I want you push this through as quickly as possible for us however. She'll still have three days to change her mind in, and I don't intend of giving her any reason to do that. So hopefully, with everything working out the way we think it will, Silvia will feel like she's come out a head on this deal, and then only time will honestly tell."

The remainder of the week dragged by horribly. I even found that I wasn't exactly in the mood to do anything sexual either, though God only knows Cindy tried. I knew...as we both did that a lot of things were riding on this, including very possibly our marriage, though a lot had recently occurred that had cemented our love for one another even more so than it had been. Still...there were a lot of unknowns each of us had yet to face, the biggest of which was if we could comfortably go through with this thing with Silvia. It was after all a very bizarre way of ending things, and one in which I still wasn't very comfortable with. Too many questions flooded my mind, which was perhaps the root cause of my lack of desire at the moment. I was fearful that the sex with Silvia would be good...too good. After all, she DID look pretty damn good the last time I had seen her too. And even that weighed heavily on my mind. Sure, it had been years since I'd last seen her naked, and I'd almost forgotten what she looked like. But as the days drew closer and closer, I began to recall those hot passionate nights we had spent together at the cabin, and began to remember the way she felt in my arms, and especially the way my prick felt when it slid into her gushing wet slit.

"Fuck me!" I exclaimed, pounding my hand down hard against my desk. My prick had hardened almost painfully as I realized I had been sitting there getting aroused thinking about her. "This isn't going to work." I spoke aloud to no one but myself. "It's a fucking BIG mistake...and it's going to cost me my marriage!"

When the phone rang I actually jumped, so absorbed in my thoughts that it startled me. And naturally, it was Silvia on the other end when I answered.

"Just wanted to make sure we were still on for tomorrow." She said seductively into the phone.

"Oh yeah...definitely." I replied, trying to make myself sound anxious and excited somehow. And perhaps the tremor in my voice made her think that as she responded.

"Me too." I could hear the 'wink' in her tone as she said it. "Your girlfriend? Debbie is it? Is she still planning on being there as well?"

I noted an edge of curiosity to her voice, and perhaps even a little hint of jealousy... all the better actually. "As far as I know...yes. Like I said, she's been up there all week long, but knowing Debbie the way I do, she'll be delighted to discover that I'm bringing along another friend." I said emphasizing the word.

I'd already gotten word from Silvia's appraiser that he wanted to look over the place inside and out on Thursday. As much as I knew Cindy hated going there, she did so however, meeting him and acting totally surprised when he did. He showed her the cover letter I'd drawn up however, and I had no doubt that Silvia had debriefed him thoroughly afterwards. Frankly, I was surprised she hadn't gone along with him, and Cindy and I had even planned on that happening if she had decided to do so. Thankfully, she didn't...so it was one less obstacle for us to try and overcome.

The fact that Silvia had no idea what my wife looked like was certainly a big advantage. It saved Cindy from having to attempt some sort of slip-shod disguise, which probably wouldn't have gone over very well anyway. Additionally, Cindy had stayed up at the cabin since Thursday in order to mess things up a little, and give the place a lived in look to it, which I knew under the circumstances would take a little doing, and be emotionally tough on her as she hated being there in the first place, let alone...alone. I had no idea what to expect even when I got there, as I'd planned on leaving very early in the morning for the two-hour drive. And though Silvia wasn't expected until late that afternoon, it wouldn't surprise me to find her showing up far earlier than that, and I wanted a little while to go over the final details with Cindy. But I mainly wanted to discuss things with her one last time before any thing actually happened, and ensure that this really was something she felt was necessary for us to be doing.

I arrived at the cabin a little after 10:00 am, as expected Cindy had managed to give the place a week's long lived in look to it. Complete with rumpled sheets on the bed that looked like they needed changing. But the first thing I noticed was the sultry look she'd given herself without overdoing it either. Cindy wore a blue Levi's skirt that was short, but not so short that it bordered on being immodest. She did inform me however that she wasn't wearing any panties, a fact that actually did make me aroused however in knowing that. To compliment the skirt, she had chosen a white peasant blouse that she wore just off the shoulder. And once again, sans bra, that though evident, was also not so overly done as to detract from her attempt at sexuality as much as sensuousness. In truth, Cindy looked ten years younger than she really was. Her long hair had been pulled back into a ponytail that accentuated her 'look' hinting at youth, but giving her more of an open-minded woman in her thirties who was comfortable with her chosen life-style. Whatever that was. But we both hoped that Silvia would see her for what she was, and wasn't. My girlfriend.

"Well?" She asked spinning around once so I could get a good look at her.

"I could fuck you right now." I told her.

"Hmmm, maybe I should dress like this more often." She said teasingly.

"Maybe......."

"You ok?" She asked me then as we walked through the cabin together, ensuring that everything was ready for the charade we were both about to involve ourselves in.

"Yeah...I'm alright. You?"

"I think so. You're sure about this Sin?" I asked, using the pet name I'd given her so many years ago, and one in which I hadn't used not even once in at least the last two of those years.

She smiled lovingly at me when she heard me call her that. "More sure than I ever was." She told me. "Just remember Tom, I trust you...I trust us. But if we're going to pull this off, we can't hold back, not even a little bit. I don't want you worrying about what I'm thinking, or how you might perceive the way I may be feeling. I won't lie to you, I'm just as nervous about this as you are...maybe even more so. And...I'll probably be a little bit jealous at first too. Hell...I was the first night we were with Shelly and Frank, and she's my best friend!"

I pulled Cindy to me then and kissed her hard, and passionately.

"Tom..., no matter what happens, I want you to know I truly love you. And even though I'll be sitting there while your fucking Silvia, I'm prepared to deal with that. I've thought about it a lot, and I know in my heart that you need to do this, and that we need to get through this together. And...I don't want you to be shocked or surprised by my actions either. I have every intention of playing my role to the fullest. I'm going to enjoy myself even if it kills me. I'm going to do things with your ex-wife that might surprise you, maybe even her. But unless we both do what we've come here to do, then all is for naught, and we might very well find ourselves wondering for the rest of our lives if we don't go through with this now, especially since we've come this far."

I was on pins and needles the rest of the day. Then, shortly before 2:00 o'clock, Cindy and I heard the sound of tires crunching along the gravel driveway.

"She's here." I said automatically even though Cindy had heard her just as clearly as I had.

"Don't forget and call me Cindy Tom. Remember that. Debbie....if we blow this, then we might just be blowing everything!"

"I'll remember." I assured her. And then I went to meet my ex-wife at the door...with my heart beating a hundred miles and hour, and my stomach somewhere up around where my throat was supposed to be.

I opened the door hoping for the best, and expecting the worst. And wouldn't you know it? The worst is what greeted me. Silvia was stunning, and for a brief instant I almost closed the door on her.

"Well? Aren't you going to invite me in?" She said as she stood at the door looking at me. I know I was staring at her, I couldn't help myself she looked fabulous, and suddenly the last thing I wanted to do was stand here confronting my beautiful ex-wife with my equally beautiful current wife.

"Fucking A", I said to myself mimicking Frank as I said it. "Sure...come on in Silvia!" I finally managed in my friendliest voice possible. I reached down and quickly took her overnight bags from her, and then led her on in to the cabin. Silvia removed the dark sunglasses she was wearing, and simultaneously unwrapped the scarf she had worn around her neck. She'd driven up in a sporty little mustang convertible, every bit the actress even if she wasn't one. But she'd always had that movie-star quality about herself, and seemed to project it however she dressed, or in the case of her bright red little sports car, in what she also drove.

She took a quick glance about the cabin before allowing her eyes to slowly come to terms with those of Cindy's as she had only then suddenly descended down the spiral staircase which led upstairs to the bedrooms.

"You must be Debbie." She said walking over and swiftly extending her hand to her as she did. "It's nice to meet you. I don't know how much Tom's told you about me...." She left off saying, and then turned to give me an inquisitive look before continuing. "But...as you may or may not know, Tom and I were once married."

"Oh yes...Tom's told me all about you." Cindy/Debbie said sweetly. And I realized she was in 'character', though we really hadn't discussed this. I also noticed she was chewing gum, which was something I rarely if ever saw her doing, and as she did, I also saw her as considerably younger than what she'd originally agreed to present herself as. And I couldn't help but wonder why.

"When Thomas told me that his "friend" was actually his ex-wife, I thought it was kinda kinky...and actually found knowing that to be a little exciting." Cindy, now fully Debbie in disguise stated. "Here, why don't you give me your bags and I'll run em upstairs to our bedroom." She suggested.

Open mouthed...I handed them to her and watched 'Debbie' bounce up the stairs excitedly giggling most of the way.

"She's cute Tom." Silvia said sarcastically. "A bit young for you though don't you think?"

And suddenly I understood Cindy's motive behind the outfit and the character she'd adopted. She posed a direct challenge in a way to Silvia's more mature sexuality, and that as I knew, was a challenge that Silvia loved to engage in.

"The game's afoot." I found myself saying quietly to myself, taking another one of Frank's lines, but it seemed quite appropriate at the moment.

"Keeps me young at heart." I said lamely, not sure what else I could have said under the circumstances. But Silvia didn't respond to that, and continued on with a brief inspection tour of the cabin.

"You've kept it in excellent shape." She told me after we'd walked around everyplace except the upstairs rooms. Now wasn't the time to bring up the sale, or even mention the papers I'd brought along with me. "All in due time." I said to myself, once again slipping into some twisted Sherlock Holmes character that I suddenly found myself thinking about.

"Damn Frank!"

"What?" Silvia said.

"Oh...nothing. Just remembered something I forgot to check on at the office." I countered.

Silvia walked up to me then and placed one hand on my shoulder, her signature trademark as it were. "I hope that your mind won't be worried about business all weekend." She purred at me. And then she reached down and gave my crotch an affectionate and friendly squeeze. Of course, doing this just as Debbie began to descend back down the stairs. If she'd seen what Silvia had done, she gave no indication of it however, and Silvia nonchalantly removed her hand and turned once again to face her as she reached the bottom.

"Would you like something to drink?" Debbie asked.

"Do you have wine?" Silvia asked as though it would have been a major affront if we hadn't.

"Of course....Thomas always has some of that stuff here, though I usually don't drink it myself. Never really acquired the taste for it I guess. Prefer rum and cokes myself."

Debbie was talking a hundred miles an hour...not to the point of being obnoxious, but nearly. But it was enough so that her bubbly personality was definitely having an affect on my ex-wife's defenses, and I could see her gearing herself up for what in all likelihood would be occurring later upstairs in the bedroom. No doubt, Silvia was feeling like she had the experience to please a man, and that though cute, sweet...and somewhat younger than she was, thus... Debbie was plain and simply out of Silvia's league.

It was a beautiful late July afternoon, and even as high up in the mountains as we were the afternoon's could be quite warm, though most evenings could still get fairly cool, even during the summer months.

"I was just going up on deck to lay out for a little while. You guys want to come up and join me?" Debbie asked excitedly.

"I didn't bring a suit." Silvia said pointedly. To which Debbie merely laughed. "Neither did I." Debbie turned then and once again bounced up the stairs towards the bedrooms, and to also where the outside balcony was. We both watched as Debbie reached down, pulling her blouse up and over her head so that she was topless by the time she reached the up stairs landing and then disappeared from view.

Taking my cue, I picked up the bottle of wine I had opened in order to let it breathe a little before pouring. "Guess we might as well. It IS nice out today." I offered. I didn't give Silvia a chance to decline, or accept either one. I just assumed that she wasn't about to be left behind while I in turn headed outside to where we both knew 'Debbie' would be laying out sunning herself.

"I'll meet you outside in a few minutes then." Silvia said finally. "I need to change into...well into something, or....nothing." She said finally accepting the gauntlet that Debbie had thrown down.

I stepped outside purposely closing the sliding glass door behind me as I did and took a seat off to one side of where Debbie now lay, naked of course. Once I was sure that Silvia couldn't look out and see me where I sat, I turned towards her and whispered quietly, even though I knew without a doubt that Silvia wouldn't be able to hear me even if she was standing just the other side of the door.

"Bubble gum?" I said.

Debbie laughed, still chewing her gum. "Thought that might get to her."

"Yeah...that and your neat little strip-tease up the stairs. You could have fallen and broken your neck you know. "Actually Debbie" I said using her alias even now, "I think you're having too good of a time with this, and that worries me a little. You do know that things are apt to get pretty heated before too long. Your sure...doubly sure...."

"Shhhhhh., I'm ok. Now....just go with it Tom. Kiss her if you want to, in fact...I think you should and soon or she might think you're not interested in her. Even feel her up a little, especially in front of me. She'll like that. It will give her the feeling that your not ashamed to be with her, or that you'd preferably be wanting to do that with me. Don't worry...I'll involve myself when it's time, and not before then. You on the other hand need to start paying some attention to her, and I don't mean just talking to her either. It's important Tom...you need to do this for yourself first and foremost, and then for us too. But...unless you can, and unless you do, Silvia could still turn around and walk out that door without either one of us accomplishing anything. So ham it up Tom....or at the very least, get a hard on for me ok?"

"Ok." I whispered back conspiratorially. I still wasn't as comfortable with this as my wife obviously was. Which had taken me by surprise to be honest. I'd anticipated and expected a lot more awkwardness on her part. If anything, it was me that was making all this a lot more difficult.

A few minutes later, Silvia indeed stepped out onto the balcony. Though she had thrown a large bath towel around herself, she quickly made her way over to the lounge chair closest to me before unwrapping the towel and placing it beneath her.

"Wow Silvia. You've got great looking tits!" Debbie announced.

Debbie was cupping her own breasts and trying to lift them to appear similar to Silvia's. Though Debbie was slightly larger than Silvia was, I didn't see a whole lot of obvious difference between them. Though admittedly, I wasn't exactly staring down at my ex-wife's chest either.

"Why thank you dear." Silvia stated, taking the compliment seriously and suddenly thrusting her chest out a little further even before lying completely down. "You have nice looking breasts yourself." Though she said this without a lot of conviction behind the words, which I picked up on immediately of course, but to which Debbie merely accepted at face value...though I suspected she'd also picked up on the tone of voice the way that Silvia had stated it.

"Gee...thank you. I just hope they look as good as yours do when I'm your age." She said innocently.

I winced slightly over that one. "Cat fight...Cat fight!" I thought to myself, half expecting it, but delighted when it didn't happen. Obviously the women were playing a game here that men weren't supposed to be able to figure out. And if I hadn't been in on this from the onset, I might have actually missed what was really going on behind all the looks and sickly-sweet thank you's and hidden little innuendos.

"Would you like me to put some oil on you?" I asked. Time to get my feet wet I figured.

"Hmmm, that would be nice Tom. I'd appreciate that yes." I saw Silvia peer over the rim of her glasses towards me and give me an appreciative look. Maybe Debbie was right...Silvia needed me to pay some attention to her, basically ignoring my 'girlfriend' in favor of her. Maybe Cindy knew what she was doing after all. I gave a quick glance in her direction as well, but she was sitting now eyes closed, sunning herself and apparently unconcerned with what I was about to do.

I finally glanced down at my ex-wife's tits. It had been a while since I'd seen them, and to be honest, I didn't remember them quite the way they appeared to look like now. Like I said, they weren't quite as large as Cindy's were, but they were close. And as there wasn't really all that much difference in their ages either, even though Cindy had certainly made herself to look considerably younger than she really was... I expected to see more of that aged, mature look to her tits than I was actually seeing. I poured a small amount of suntan lotion into the palms of my hands, and then sat down on the edge of the lounge chair and began to apply it to her chest, upper arms...and finally to her breasts themselves.

"Hmmm, that feels nice." She told me as I cupped her breasts in my hands and gently massaged in the lotion. Though her nipples hardened to my touch and felt pretty damn good as I palmed them, her breasts didn't feel quite the way I remembered them, and certainly not the same soft fleshy feel that Cindy's had whenever I played with hers.

It was when I pressed against her, lifting one of them ever so slightly to retrieve some of the excess lotion I'd applied that I saw it. A tiny, almost non-existent telltale scar just beneath the fleshy underside of her rounded boob. I took my time, continuing to caress her, listening to her soft pleasured breathing, and then gently lifted the other, seeing the faint scar beneath that one too. Obviously my ex had gotten herself a boob job, though why on earth she had done so escaped me. If anything her breasts at the very least closely resembled Cindy's all accept for the way they lay against her chest now as I discovered while playing with them and once again glancing over towards Debbie as she shifted and placed herself into more of a lying down position in her lounge chair as well.

"Aren't you going to do my legs too?" She asked.

Once again I poured a rather generous helping of lotion and began to rub it up and down and finally on the inside of her thighs. Obviously she'd been waiting for that, and as I moved up the inside of her leg, close, but certainly no where's near touching her sex, she closed her legs tightly together effectively capturing my hand.

She began to move herself against me then, making sure I was well aware of her heat and the moisture that I suddenly found there. "Seem familiar?" She asked breathlessly.

"Uh huh." I answered, not daring to risk a glance over towards where Cindy sat. Silvia was moaning audibly now, obviously not caring one whit if Debbie knew what the two of us...or rather, what Silvia was actually doing. I wasn't exactly fingering her, my hand was simply pressed tightly against her pussy and she was squeezing her thighs, opening them slightly, and then clenching them together again, using my hand to basically hump herself against, but effectively managing to stimulate herself, and entice me into wanting to do more than simply hold my hand there. I finally decided to get a lot more than just my feet wet, and inserted the tip of my finger inside her. When I did...she moaned.

"Oh yes.....Tom. It's been a long time since you've fingered me like that....keep doing it baby...that really does feel good!"

That was when I heard the creak of the chase lounge as Debbie stood up from it and suddenly walked over towards us. I still couldn't look up at her, even though I know she was looking down at me...or rather at what we were doing. Suddenly she had reached out, standing directly behind Silvia at this point and began to play with and caress both of her breasts.

"Hmmm, does that feel good Silvia? Don't you just love the way he can stroke a pussy with his fingers?"

Frankly, it was a little unnerving. Fingering my ex-wife's pussy while my 'wife' stood behind her caressing her breasts was a little strange. But as Silvia moaned contentedly, eyes closed, I finally screwed up the courage to look at my wife who in turn smiled, and blew me a private kiss.

"Why don't you take off your clothes so I can see that big fat cock of yours again." Silvia announced suddenly. Debbie stepped away from Silvia and came around to sit down on the lounge next to her while I nervously unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, followed by my khaki hiking shorts, shoes and socks. I hadn't as yet removed my briefs, but it was obvious that Silvia wanted to do that herself as she reached over, cupping the not yet hard bulge inside my shorts and giving it an affectionate little squeeze.

"Keep playing with my tits honey." Silvia said addressing my wife. "While I suck on this fucker for a moment or two. And pull on them HARD so I can feel it!"

As Silvia finally pulled my briefs down below my balls, I couldn't help but wonder if she'd lost some sensitivity to her nipples from the boob-job. I watched as Debbie did as she asked, pulling on Silvia's nipples and stretching them roughly away from her breasts.

"Yes, just like that." She told her, and then enveloped my slowly hardening penis with her lips. One thing I did remember was that Silvia always sucked me with her eyes closed. Never once did she ever look up at me when she did that, not that I could remember anyway, and looking down at her as she mouthed me, the same was true here as well. I once again looked over at my wife and rolled my eyes. Debbie smiled and had to turn her head away slightly to keep from laughing out loud.

I don't know why I remembered Silvia's blowjobs as being spectacular, maybe because I'd had so very few while we were married. But as she mouthed me, which is about all I can say she did do, it reminded me of getting a blowjob by a cumquat. There was substance, but certainly not much more than that, and I had to literally fuck her face to finally bring about some worthwhile friction. Which is another reason I remembered that I preferred fucking her as to engaging in oral sex.

"Why don't we go inside where we can be more comfortable?" Debbie suggested.

Silvia immediately agreed and led our little procession inside the house and into the large master bedroom. "Why don't you lay down on the bed Tom, and let Debbie and I please you." She said huskily. I watched as she then walked over to one of her overnight travel bags and rummaged around inside it for a moment. She soon pulled out a pair of rabbit fur covered handcuffs, and a couple of battery operated vibrators.

"What are those for?" I asked

Silvia used her sultry phony sounding voice. "The cuffs are for you dear, and the toys are for Debbie and I to use." Debbie threw me a surprised look, but shrugged her head obviously prepared to go along with whatever it was Silvia had in mind, for the time being anyway.

"I thought we'd tease you a little first." She indicated as she began cuffing my wrists securely to the bedposts. "I remember how much you enjoyed seeing me play with my self...."

"Ouch." I thought. Because I DID enjoy seeing that admittedly, which was something I had rarely seen Cindy do for me. And the thought that Silvia had done it frequently for me where Cindy hadn't was a discomforting acknowledgement.

Once I was firmly secured, Silvia tossed one of the toys at Debbie and then picked the other one up for her self. "Tom loves this." She said winking at her. And to my surprise, Debbie simply smiled enthusiastically and nodded her head agreeably. Silvia then came over and stood by the side of the bed and began sliding the now buzzing toy up and down between her legs, not quite inserting it, but obviously stimulating her clit in preparation for doing so. "Come on Debbie..." She urged. "Go around to the other side and do what I'm doing so Tom can watch us both." Debbie did that so that now both women were standing on either side of me using the vibrators to stimulate them selves with.

Up until this point, I had barely managed to maintain a reasonably stiff standing erection. It was far less hard than normal though, and on the verge of wilting once again before the girls started masturbating. Admittedly, I WAS enjoying seeing them do this though within moments even this turned into an unexpected contest of sorts between them.

Debbie was wet and immediately slid the purring slim sliver toy inside of her self and began moaning softly as she did. Glancing over, I saw Silvia eyeing my wife watching her, and then almost forcefully shove the golden, nearly identical toy inside her pussy. I suddenly laughed inadvertently as the image of Shelly's gold BMW pulling into her garage suddenly came to mind. Once again I had to wonder if there was some sort of significance behind the choice.

"Something funny?" Silvia questioned me with a hint of irritation in the tone of her voice.

"Oh hell no!" I said backtracking. "I'm just delighted to be watching this!" My explanation seemed to mollify her somewhat and she gave me a smile accepting my explanation. Debbie merely continued on with the joyful exploration of her pussy, and began uttering that sweet little mewling sound she made whenever her orgasm was getting close.

Silvia had finally driven the gold BMW into her garage and was furiously fucking herself with the toy trying to reach the same level of pleasure that Debbie already was. When I heard that all too familiar series of breathless catches to her breath, I knew then that Debbie was already beginning to feel the first of many little multiple O's as she referred to them. As for myself, it was difficult NOT to pay attention to my wife far more than my ex-wife. After all, she was the one truly enjoying her self and making all the noise. Silvia on the other hand seemed distracted, and even when she began to emulate the kinds of sounds that Debbie was, it seemed far less than real, and I suspected as much.

Debbie on the other hand stood there weak-kneed, caressing one breast with her hand, thumbing and toying with those incredible nipples of hers while smoothly stroking her loud juicy sounding quim with the toy. The expression on her face was obvious, there was no faking anything there, and she was truly pleasuring her self and enjoying every moment of it.

Suddenly I caught movement out of the corner of my eye from Silvia, and saw her suddenly remove her vibrator and toss it to the floor. "Enough of that!" She informed everyone suddenly. "Time for you to use that magnificent tongue of yours!"

In the next instant, Silvia climbed onto the bed and hovered over my face. Cindy and I had discussed this earlier. I wasn't boasting when I said I was pretty good at eating pussy. I loved doing it for one thing, and for the other, I enjoyed getting a woman off this way as it usually resulted in some very intense reciprocation one way or the other afterwards. Cindy had expressed to me that when it happened, which we both knew it eventually would, that I was to treat Silvia to the best tongue licking, pussy-eating adventure she'd ever experienced. In that way, Silvia would feel like I gave her something 'extra' special to begin with. For another, it would further cement the fact that I had performed this delightful little treat on her, and would purposely refrain from doing so on Debbie. No doubt Silvia would remember that and think on it...even if she didn't realize it at that time.

As Silvia settled her cunt down over my face, I immediately began to assault her sensitive clit. Additionally, I discovered the source of her discomfort and difficulty in pleasuring herself, she was bone dry! Within moments however, I had rectified that particular malady as I quickly began to bring pleasure to her that she had been unable to achieve by her own hand.

I'd also noticed that I could no longer hear Debbie either. And seconds later felt her weight upon the bed, and then the delightful sensation as she began to tease my semi-rigid cock with the tip of her tongue. I'm sure Silvia had to be aware of what Debbie was doing to me, but as I was also bound and determined to bring Silvia's pussy the ultimate pleasure possible, she was obviously unconcerned at the moment with whatever Debbie was doing to me, or for me.

"Oh Tom....I'd forgotten how well you do that!" She admitted honestly, and then I sucked her clit into my mouth and gave it a few quick gentle sucking pulls that made her shiver and convulse excitedly against me. Though she nearly smothered me for a moment, I held on ensuring that she was getting her money's worth and continued to enjoy the sensation as my wife finally brought my prick to full staff with what I knew had to be one of the best blowjobs I'd ever received from her.​