A Second Letter to Joan
March 14
Dear Joan,
We just had an interesting weekend. Fingers fucked one
of his old girlfriends again -- nothing new there -- but
he fucked her here and I fucked both her husband AND her husband's
brother -- now that's news -- and had a very good time. I still
don't know exactly how all of this happened. Fingers had
been talking to her (Linda) on the telephone a lot the last
couple of months. I knew he wanted to fuck her again and I
guessed from all the phone calls that she wanted to fuck
him again too. Somehow she and Fingers persuaded her husband
that they should spend a weekend here and see what happened.
Then her brother-in-law got added in (I think I know why).
Linda and her husband and Fingers too, I guess, all agreed
that she would be free to do whatever she wanted while she
was here.
Fingers obviously told them that I would probably be available.
I didn't find out until after they all arrived that her husband
and his brother had done things like this before -- they'd
once shared sisters and were hoping to share me. I think
they wanted to share someone, but didn't want to share Linda
because they were afraid once they started, there might
not be any happy ending available. As far as I was concerned,
since I was sure Fingers was going to fuck her anyway sooner
or later anyway, I didn't have anything to lose. We didn't
talk much about what I was or wasn't going to do with Linda's
guys while they were all
here.
It all happened a lot faster than I expected. The three of
them arrived late Friday afternoon. When they came in the
house, I shook hands with each of them and thought it was
kind of funny, shaking hands then while thinking of fucking
them before the sun rose again. After some "make yourself
at home" things, I went into the kitchen and started cooking
a roast for dinner. When I had everything in the kitchen
under control, I went back to the living room to sit down
to talk with the guests. One of the guests was already gone.
When I glanced around for Fingers and Linda, the brothers
looked up the steps to indicate the lovebirds were already
upstairs. I immediately imagined Linda with her legs wrapped
around Fingers, her hips flying. I wondered what she looked
like naked and whether I was going to get to see her naked.
Fingers had once told me what she looked like, hairy, like
me, bigger breasts, smaller nipples. Anyway, when I realized
the lovebirds had already
departed for one of the bedrooms, I went back to the kitchen
to turn off the oven. Then I walked back to the living room
and sat down on the wide couch between the two brothers.
They already had bourbon and vodka bottles out with glasses
of each going on the coffee table, so I helped myself to sips
of the vodka while I started talking to them.
I already knew I was going to fuck both of them before we left
the room. I asked Charlie, the husband, how he felt about
Fingers and Linda, past and present, and he said he was fine
with it. Brother Dom chimed in to say he was sure Charlie
was OK with it. Then Dom told me about those sisters they'd
shared, I guess to try to convince me they were OK with sharing,
or maybe just to turn me on. They made it pretty clear they
had been comfortable sharing the sisters. They had taken
turns dating and fucking the sisters and sometimes double
dated and fucked them in the same room. Sometimes they even
swapped them during the date and fucked them both. I didn't
know exactly what I wanted to do yet so I sipped and chatted,
even told them about some of my high school and college adventures,
about how I occasionally fucked guys in pairs, waiting
to see what the brothers did next or maybe waiting to see
whether the lovebirds reappeared. I knew I was going to
have cum running down my legs before I left that room and
I could already feel my panties sticking to my wet pussy.
I had an impulse to reach down to touch myself, but I took
another sip of the vodka from Charlie's glass instead --
I could see he liked that -- and wondered whether he was picturing
Linda's legs wrapped around Fingers too.
Fingers had left some of our photo albums with nudes of me
in them on the bookshelf and the brothers had gotten into
them while I was in the kitchen. I wondered whether Fingers
had shown them to the brothers, whether Linda had been looking
at nudes of me before she went upstairs to fuck my husband.
I was getting wetter and wetter. I saw the brothers were
engrossed in some of the photo albums when I came back from
turning off the roast. I tried to find what one or the other
of the lovebirds had offered or promised them -- me, I figured
-- but they didn't say much more than that Charlie and Linda
had agreed that they could each do whatever they wanted.
While I was talking to the brothers, their eyes went from
me to whatever pictures they were seeing in the albums.
It was obvious what Linda wanted to do since she was already
upstairs doing it and it was obvious what they wanted to
do, too, or at least what they wanted to see. I asked Charlie
again how he felt about it
and he looked down and said OOOOOOOOOOOOK in a kind of long
exhale. It sounded like he meant it and when my eyes followed
his eyes to the bulge in his pants, I thought to
myself it was pretty good-sized considering it was being
restrained by newish jeans. I didn't say anything, but
I let him see I was looking.
They kept looking through the photo albums with the nudes
of me in them while I kept sipping Charlie's vodka. They
started comparing my body in some of the pictures to the
sisters they'd done together and told me -- hinting, I guess
-- how the sisters had initiated the swapping or switching.
I was excited by then. I was thinking of asking them whether
they wanted to take some pictures. I telephoned Fingers'
cell to see whether he was going
to be coming back soon. I asked him whether he and Linda were
going to be coming down for dinner -- I actually said "cummin'
down." He said he didn't think so. The brothers were listening
and they understood what Fingers and I were saying. I shrugged
and told the brothers we might as well open the couch and
get comfortable. When they stood to open it, I looked at
their bulges. We all had stupid smiles on our faces, each
of us seeing where
the others were looking. When we all settled back down on
the couch, pretending to watch the TV that had been on all
the time, Charlie reached over and began to unbutton my
blouse. I wanted to feel his fingers on my breasts, so I turned
toward him to encourage him. When I did, Dom started stroking
my rear. I started to tingle. I was thinking I'd fucked four
guys on this couch and it would soon be six.
Dom started squeezing my ass, taking a buttock in each hand.
I took Charlie's hands and pressed them against my breasts
and kissed him. Dom moved his hand to my waist and
began to slip my pants off. I kissed Charlie harder, started
imagining cocks in me, unzipped Charlie's pants and explored
for his cock with my left hand. I was hot now and
wanted one of them in me -- I was thinking about what was going
on upstairs -- and thought Charlie ought to be first, but
then thought maybe having Dom fucking me would
be nice foreplay for Charlie. I shifted to help Dom take
off my pants while Charlie took off his without separating
his lips from mine. I could feel his cock now pressing against
my belly. It was huge, hard. My hand explored it, found hairy
balls, thought Charlie was hairy like me and Linda, wondered
about Dom, felt his fingers moving over my ass, exploring,
probving, then finding my pussy, wet now, swelling, swollen.
While Charlie kissed me and fondled my breasts, Dom was
pressing fingers aqgainst my pussy lips. I lifted my left
leg to rest it on Charlie's hip to offer Dom an opening to
my opening. I gasped as he entered me, pushing me into Charlie,
thought how nice for me they'd learned to coordinate with
the sisters. Charlie was kissing me. We backed off momentarily
to look at me while Dom gripped my hips and fucked me. I found
myself wishing Fingers would come down the steps to see
this scene. Better than a pot roast.
Charlie was excited. I came before either of them. Charlie's
fingers were on my clit and breasts. I was arched while Dom
was fucking me. I had Charlie's balls and cock under my fingers
when I strated to cum again and a second after I came, I felt
Dom cumming in me. I slammed back into Charlie, kissing
him, sucking his tongue into my mouth. Dom dropped back
a little and I pulled away from Charlie long enough to unbutton
the rest of my blouse to get it off. I wanted to be naked when
Charlie fucked me, wanted Dom to see me naked, wanted Fingers
to see me naked too if he happened upon us, Linda too, I guess.
I pressed back against Charlie now, lips locked, breasts
sweaty, flattened, pulse racing. I raised my hips to align
my pussy with the head of his huge cock. And then he was in
me. Undeterred by his brother's cum, he was thrusting deep
in me, deeper than his brother, deeper, for that matter,
than Fingers could. I thought Dom might try to enter my rear
-- I wasn't sure I wanted him to -- but he didn't. Instead
he pressed me toward Charlie so that
each time Charlie thrust into me, Dom pressed me toward
Charlie. I wanted them both to come together, Charlie in
me and Dom on me. Charlie seemed to fill me first with his
cock and then, groaning, with his cum. I came again, if I'd
ever stopped from the first time, and Dom, now with his cock
pressed into the small of my back and his hands around me
on my breasts, his lips on my neck and head, came again. We
stayed where we were for a while, maybe even dozed a little,
with little kisses here and there, and then I turned over
to face Dom who was hard again. I wanted to kiss him while
he fucked me so while I pressed my lips against his, I reached
for his cock, hard agaim, almost as big as Charlie's, to
help him enter me. He'd already come twice, but he was hard
and fucking me firmly with a kind of gyrating rhythm. I felt
their hands on my ass, massaging, fondling, stroking and
then the head of Charlie's cock against my other hole. Now
I wanted Charlie in my ass and
lifted my leg onto Dom to help. Charlie pressed the head
of his cock into me, not far, but far enough for me to feel
the cocks in me together, a membrane apart, touching each
other. I heard myself screaming as first I and then they
started to cum again.
After a while -- I think we napped -- I got up and went upstairs
to shower, returning in a robe, going back to the kitchen
to resume making dinner. After dinner, with the lovebirds
still upstairs, they took off my robe and started touching
me again. They took turns kissing and fondling me while
they simultaneously fingerfucked me. They worked very
well together. I asked them whether they'd shared anyone
other than the sisters and they said they hadn't. They both
fucked me again before we all went to sleep.
Saturday morning Linda came downstairs wearing one of
Fingers's shirts and climbed into bed next to Charlie,
smiled at me and Dom who were cuddled together. She was trim,
except for her large breasts, athletic. Charlie unbuttoned
her shirt revealing her breasts and her very excited nipples.
She climbed onto him and I realized he had slipped into her
without either of them doing anything obvious. She must
have been very wet. I saw his cock sliding back and forth
in her, his balls disappearing in her thick dark pussy hair.
Dom, meanwhile, pulled me against him, my back to his front,
his fingers slipping into me. While I was watching Linda
rise and fall on Charlie, those breasts swaying, Fingers
came downstairs, watched for a minute, smiled, and then
crawled onto the couch behind Dom and me. When a hand reached
around to squeeze my breast, I thought it was Dom's but then
realized it was Finger's squeezing my breast and then when
a cock touched my pussy lips, I realized it was Finger's,
too. He entered me easily sicne I was pretty wet, too. I watched
Linda's face -- we were smiling at each other now -- and took
and held Charlie's hands while he fucked her and Fingers
fucked me.
After we'd all come -- Linda very loudly and Fingers very
enthusiastically -- we lay around for awhile until Linda
and Fingers started touching each other. I was both excited
and frightened watching them begin to fuck. They seemed
to forget Charlie and I were there, but we knew we were and
before they finished, we started. They helped us finish.
We spent the rest of Saturday afternoon and most of the evening
out. When we got back, I asked who wanted the bedroom for
the night and Dom volunteered. I went with him.
Charlie and Fingers spent Saturday night with Linda and,
although I don't really know for sure, I'm pretty sure they
both fucked her again. Dom and I talked about all this craziness
most of the night and fucked over and over. We actually had
a conversation while I was sucking his cock and he was licking
me.
The weekend had a surprise ending sort of. Charlie and Fingers
both thought Linda had been faithful to the two of them,
but she got drunk and teary Sunday afternoon and told
them she'd had one affair when she was Fingers's girlfriend,
and another after she married Charlie that had continued
through the previous week. Charlie was very upset and Fingers
said he was surprised and disappointed. She's been fucking
a camp counselor during the summer Fingers thought she
was exclusively his and then her tennis instructor for
the last two years of her marriage to Charlie. I don't think
either of them ever felt the same about her after her Sunday
confession. Aside from her long legs, beautiful breasts
and abundant pussy hair, I wasn't sure what either of them
or any of them saw in her, but I enjoyed fucking the brothers
and was glad to see Fingers get her out of his system. I doubt
that he'll see her again. I want to fuck Dom again, so if the
opportunity arises, I will.
I've written to Charlie once. I haven't told Fingers.
March 13
Dear Charlie,
You know I really liked the weekend until the very end when
Linda surprised you and Fingers. I liked the phone sex yesterday,
too. I guess you'll show this letter to your
brother and maybe to Linda, but I don't care. They've already
seen everything else, so I don't know what difference it
makes if they see this. I was going to wait to see whether
you, Dom or Linda really did write to me to tell me, but then
decided we might just end up waiting for each other, so I'm
writing.
You and Dom are weird. It doesn't make sense to me that you
and he have group sex together, but he doesn't sleep with
Linda. I thought he was going to here, but, of course, he
didn't. I guess that meant there was more for me. There was
sure enough for me, maybe even more than enough.
I loved your cock. And how gentle you were, too.
I'll write again when I have a chance.
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