Bab 4098: SISTER-IN-LAW BACKRUB
"Hello. We're here!" Susan shouted as she walked into her parents' house dragging her suitcase behind her. Her husband, Peter, followed with another suitcase. The sliding glass door to the patio opened, and Susan's sister, Carol, came walking in with a huge smile on her face.
"Hi there!" she shouted from across the room. She walked over to Susan and gave her a big hug, followed by a kiss on the lips. "It seems like ages!" Then she pulled Peter into a bear hug and planted a wet kiss on his lips, too. "I've missed you guys."
"Hey," Susan said, "you're the one who moved to New York! And we saw you three months ago at David's wedding."
"Yeah, I know, but it's still too long. You should move to New York."
"Ha, yeah," Susan said. "Don't hold your breath."
"Well thank god winter break still brings us all together."
It had been happening for years. Even after both girls got married, they always met at their parents' house during the Christmas holiday. The girls were close, and they both missed seeing each other more often. Peter also liked Carol and his in-laws, and all of them loved him. He didn't care too much for Carol's husband, Ken, but he could tolerate him when necessary. All Ken really seemed to care about was money. He made a lot as a lawyer for a huge firm in New York, he bought expensive toys, and he liked to talk about how much everything cost.
"So is Ken going to grace us with his presence this trip?" Peter asked as sarcastically as possible.
"Yeah, but only for a long weekend," Carol sighed, showing her disappointment. "He's got to prepare for an upcoming case. He said he was lucky to even get the weekend off. Look, it's beautiful outside. Go put on your bathing suits and let's sit by the pool. Mom and Dad won't be home for an hour or two."
Susan and Peter dragged their suitcases upstairs to the bedroom they always used, and Carol went to her room on the first floor. Peter unpacked both suitcases and changed into his bathing suit. Susan put on a new, red bikini that Peter hadn't seen before.
"Wow, sweetheart, that looks fantastic on you!" Susan was a very attractive woman who kept herself in shape by working out almost every day. She definitely looked younger than her 30 years.
"Thanks," she said. "I was afraid it was too revealing.
Peter laughed. "Susan, I've seen one-piece bathing suits that showed more skin. Your boobs are totally covered and the bottoms cover everything. But it looks great on you."
Susan smiled. "Yeah? Well you look pretty hot yourself."
"Oh, yeah?" Peter replied. "How about I rip that suit off your body and we fuck?"
"Yeah, sure, Peter. You know we can't do that at my parents' house."
Peter laughed again. "You know, it's not like when we'd visit your parents when we were in college. We're married. We've been married for eight years. Your parents know we have sex."
"Maybe.... But we're still not doing it in their house."
"Wanna' ditch your sister and go get a hotel room?" Peter asked with a smile.
"Nice try, Peter. C'mon, let's go outside.
When they got outside, Carol was already lying on a lounger. She, too, was wearing a bikini, but as anyone who knew the girls would expect, it was definitely not as conservative as Susan's. It was a string bikini which showed a fair amount of cleavage and a lot of thigh.
Peter smiled as he looked at the two sisters. They didn't look like twins, but they certainly couldn't deny they were sisters. They both had their mother's good looks, small nose, and beautiful eyes. Carol's breasts were slightly smaller than Susan's, but probably still a small C. Carol was two years younger, but like Susan, she looked younger than her age. She'd been taking dancing lessons since she was a little kid, and she still took classes. Her body didn't have an ounce of fat.
The sisters sat in the sun, chatting and laughing like two girls in high school. Peter sat in the shade, enjoying watching his wife look so happy as she caught up with her sister. After a little while, Carol turned to Peter and said, "C'mon, Peter. It's time you earned your keep. You know we only let you into the family because you give such good back rubs." With that, she lowered her lounger into a flat position and rolled onto her stomach. Peter smiled as he got up and walked over to her. He sat on the edge of her lounger next to her, leaned down, put one hand on each of her shoulders and dug his thumbs into her shoulder blades.
"Oh, god, that feels good!" Carol moaned. Peter slowly moved his hands down Carol's back, pressing his thumbs into her muscles. When he got to her lower back, he rubbed his thumbs just above her bikini bottom and pressed hard on both sides of her spine. "Oh, yes", she moaned. "Hey, Susan. You know how Peter says you only married him because of his back rubs? If that really was the only reason, I think you still made a good decision."
"Yeah", Peter agreed, "that's about the only thing about me she likes."
He continued moving up and down her back, massaging her muscles. He loved giving Carol backrubs. First, she was always very appreciative. Second, he liked Carol, and he liked making her feel good. And third, although he knew this probably was bad, he liked running his hands across her body. Her body was in great shape, and he'd be lying to himself if he said he never fantasized about her. But most important of those was the fact that he liked making her feel good. At least that's what he told himself.
At one point, he started rubbing her neck and then massaged her scalp. He liked it when he got a scalp rub, so he used to assume everyone did. But his wife didn't. Whenever he tried rubbing her head, she'd just say no. But Carol liked it. She moaned when he rubbed her scalp and then laughed as she said, "hey, Susan. Your husband gives good head."
"Hear that, Susan?" Peter said, "I TOLD you I give good head!"
Susan rolled her eyes and said, "just keep telling yourself that." All three of them laughed.
He rubbed her shoulders hard and pressed deeply into the knots in her muscles. Carol responded with moaning appreciation. He moved down her back again and once more pressed his thumbs low on her back. This time, his thumbs went just slightly under her bikini bottoms, moving from the middle of her back to the sides. He didn't do it intentionally; his thumbs just slid down along her spine and ended up just under her bathing suit.
Carol felt Peter's thumbs slide under her bikini, and she smiled to herself. She liked the thought of his hands so close to her ass. Carol always had a thing for Peter -- ever since the first time Susan brought him home. She was in high school, but she was old enough to think of him sexually. It's not like she was going to try to steal her sister's boyfriend; she loved her sister and would never do anything to hurt her. But...... she definitely had a bit of a crush on him.
Now that his hands were underneath her bathing suit -- even if only by a half inch -- she suddenly had naughty thoughts running through her head. In fact, she started breathing just a little heavier and felt herself getting a little wet. If her sister hadn't been there, she definitely would have asked him to rub her glute muscles. She liked it when her massage therapist massaged her glutes, and she wouldn't object if Peter did it now. But she knew that wasn't the primary reason she was thinking about his hands rubbing her ass. She felt bad that she was having thoughts like this about Peter while he was just giving her a backrub and wasn't thinking anything sexual.
She was wrong. Peter certainly did realize where his thumbs ended up. For a very brief moment he had a picture in his mind of what it would be like to slide his entire hand under her bathing suit and caress her butt. But of course, he wasn't going to do that; not only would it be wrong and probably piss the crap out of Carol, but his wife was lying less than 10 feet from the two of them. So he slid his hands back up her back and continued rubbing and loosening knots in Carol's muscles. After 15 minutes, he said, "Okay, Carol, that's it for now. I don't want to spoil you."
"Mmmmmm", said Carol. "Go ahead and spoil me. If you and Susan ever split up, I'll dump my husband and marry you just for the back rubs."
After another hour of relaxing outside, the patio door opened, and Susan and Carol's parents walked out. They hugged Susan and Peter and sat down to catch up with them. After a while, their parents told them they had made reservations for dinner. Peter said he wanted to take a shower, so he went inside. After a little while, Susan and Carol went inside to change for dinner.
There were lots of good restaurants in the area, but tonight they were going to everyone's favorite. Peter thought it was interesting that they were going to their favorite on a night when Carol's husband wasn't there. He thought his in-laws had the same feelings about their son-in-law that he had; one could tolerate him, but you didn't want him to be your best friend.
At the restaurant, they had drinks when they got there and wine with dinner. Everyone was feeling pretty good, although Susan's mom only had one glass of wine; she would be driving home. Peter loved visiting his in-laws. They were loving parents who treated him like their own son. The two girls loved each other, so everyone always had a good time when they got together. And he and Carol loved teasing each other. They were all very close.
They weren't home very long before Susan's parents went to their room for the night. The girls said they were going to get ready for bed, but Peter clicked on the TV in the family room. Once Susan got ready for bed, she usually stayed in the bedroom, reading before falling asleep. Carol came back to the family room in her normal sleeping outfit -- loose gym shorts and a long t-shirt. When she walked in, she grabbed a pillow off of the couch, threw on the floor, laid on top of it, and turned back to look at Peter. "C'mon, Peter, finish that backrub you started earlier."
Peter smiled as he got up off the couch. As usual when he gave Carol a backrub (if she wasn't wearing a bathing suit), she pulled her t-shirt halfway up her back so Peter could rub her skin directly. He sat on her butt and started pushing long, firm strokes from Carol's lower back up to her shoulders. Then he used his thumbs to really press into her muscles. She alternated between letting out groans of mild pain (which she claimed were "a good kind of pain") and groans of satisfaction when a muscle suddenly loosened up from the manipulation. He continued working his thumbs and palms firmly into her shoulders, upper back and lower back. She had her hands under her head so the sides of her torso were exposed, but he was very careful to keep his hands far away from any side-boob that might have been available under her t-shirt.
As the back rub continued, Carol started thinking about their time earlier by the pool. Again, she started thinking about how good his hands felt on her body -- and not just because he was rubbing her muscles. At one point when his hands were toward the top of her back but below her shoulders, she gave in to her temptations. Just as Peter's hands moved a little toward the edges of her back, she lifted up her torso and rested her weight on her elbows. Though her breasts were still covered by her shirt, they were hanging freely and very available for Peter's hands.
When Peter saw her lift up her body, a million thoughts flew through his head. Is she just stretching her body? Is she offering her tits to me? She CAN'T be offering her tits to me, can she? Okay, I need to deal with this carefully. I can tell her, "I'd like to, but you know I can't." Or I can say, "Carol, stop that! It's not appropriate." All these thoughts took less than half a second. And while he was trying to decide what to say, a different part of his brain took over. He reached around both sides of her body and placed his hands on her breasts. They both let out soft moans. Peter massaged both breasts and pinched her very hard nipples. He loved feeling her breasts. He'd cup them and massage them for a few seconds and then use his thumb and index finger to pinch her nipples. Both of them were breathing a little harder.
Suddenly Carol rotated her body slightly. She leaned more on her left elbow as she slid her right hand under her body, into her shorts, and into her pussy. As Peter rubbed her tits, Carol was masturbating. Peter could not believe this was happening, but he wasn't about to complain. As she fingered herself and rubbed her clit, she started whimpering a little, clearly trying to control herself so she didn't get too loud. Peter continued touching every inch of her tits and rolling and pinching her nipples as she started moving her hand faster and faster. After a few minutes, Carol started gasping and Peter, who was still sitting mostly on her butt, could feel her body jerking. She almost lifted him up with a few of her spasms as she let out a soft, long cry. Then she collapsed, her torso falling to the floor with Peter's hands trapped between the floor and her tits. She pulled her right hand out of pants and returned it to the original position beneath her head.
They both were still for a few minutes. Finally, Carol lifted her body a little, and Peter pulled his hands out from beneath her breasts. He pulled her shirt down as he got off of her and sat back on the couch. Carol stayed on the floor for a few more minutes with a big smile on her face. When she finally got up, she put the pillow back on the couch, looked at Peter, and leaned down to give him a kiss on the lips. No open mouth, but more than a peck. It was a "you're my brother-in-law but I love you" kiss. When she pulled away, she said "Thank you." And then she went off to her room.
Peter sat on the couch motionless, replaying in his mind what just happened. What the hell was he thinking? What the hell was Carol thinking? But then a smile worked its way onto his mouth. Shit, he thought, that was hot!
The next morning, Peter woke up to the smell of bacon. He shuffled downstairs and into the kitchen, where Carol and Susan were working the stove. All three sat down to French Toast and bacon, and Susan turned toward Peter.
"You're on your own today. Carol and I are going to a spin class and maybe a dance class. Then we're meeting some old friends for lunch. Can you survive by yourself?"
"Gee, I don't know. I'm a guy. Can I do ANYTHING by myself?"
Carol said, "Yeah, we know what guys do by themselves. Please change the sheets when you're done." Carol and Susan both started laughing. Peter just rolled his eyes, but inside he was smiling to himself.
After breakfast, the girls headed to the gym and Peter went for a long run. After he got back, he showered and read by the pool. The girls came home late afternoon, and everyone went out for a light dinner.
When they got home, everyone watched TV for a little while. The girls' parents eventually went to sleep, and the remaining three indulged themselves with ice cream sundaes - with whipped cream.... and a cherry on top.
As the night grew late, Susan said she was going to sleep. Carol walked out talking to her as Peter flipped on the TV. After 15 minutes, Carol reappeared in her standard sleep outfit, though this t-shirt was longer than usual. As she walked in, she said, "Peter, help me out. I overdid it at my dance class today, and I'm really sore. Can I get a PSBR?"
Peter looked at her with a confused expression. "A what?"
"A PSBR. A Peter Special Back Rub."
Peter chuckled but then remembered last night. On the one hand, he'd be happy to fondle Carol again, and she was more than welcome to masturbate while he touched her. But on the other hand, he knew it was not a good idea. Not only was he touching a woman who wasn't his wife, but it was her sister! He looked at her for a couple of seconds before responding. "Uh, you think that's a good idea?"
"Hell yeah. I think it's a GREAT idea!" She gave an adorable smile followed by a pouty face. "C'mon, Peter. Please?"
Throwing caution to the wind, he agreed. He turned off the TV as Carol threw some pillows on the floor so she could lay down. As in the past, as she laid down, she pulled her t-shirt up halfway so Peter could access her lower back. She was facedown so she couldn't see Peter's face, but if she could, she would have seen an expression which combined shock, excitement, and a little fear. Carol wasn't wearing her usual gym shorts; she only had on a pair of thong panties. They had a narrow, lavender-colored lace waistband. There was a thin piece of material that disappeared between the cheeks of her butt, leaving her beautiful ass completely exposed. After a not-so-slight hesitation, Peter climbed off the couch and sat on her butt, as he had done the night before, and started rubbing her back.
He slid his hands under her t-shirt, put his hands over her shoulders, and pressed his thumbs into her shoulder blades. Carol let out a moan as he rubbed her sore muscles. As he moved his hands slowly down her back, he would occasionally feel knots in her muscles. He would push his thumb into the knot, hold it for 20 seconds (with Carol sometimes whimpering), and then he would release the pressure. This always brought a loud sigh from Carol.
When he got to her lower back, he placed one thumb on each side of spine and pushed hard. Then he would slowly drag his thumbs to the outside of her back, keeping up the pressure across the way. Sometimes he'd dig his palms into her lower back, trying to find different ways to apply pressure to make her feel good.
After a while, Carol said, "God, that feels great! Can you move back further and rub my glutes, please?"
Peter moved back onto her thighs, but Carol yelled. "Ouch. That hurts. Wait, get off."
Peter moved off of her. Carol smiled to herself. Then she spread her legs and said, "Kneel between my legs. Then you can apply good pressure to my glutes."
Peter repositioned himself on his knees between her legs. He was now staring at the lavender panties where they covered her pussy. Just beyond that were her beautiful ass cheeks. Knowing she couldn't see him, he let himself smile as he took in the beautiful sight. He put both of his hands on her right cheek and pressed his thumbs into her glute muscles. Carol let out another moan. Peter moved his hand all around her cheek, theoretically massaging her muscles but also enjoying having his hands on her butt.
He switched over to the other cheek and repeated his actions. Again, Carol moaned each time he applied pressure directly on the muscles. This went on for 10 minutes, with both of them enjoying it. On the next cycle of rubs, Peter had one hand on each cheek, pushing his thumbs into her as he walked his hands across her butt from the outside toward the middle. As his thumbs approached her crack, he went a little lower, and his thumbs ended up very close to her lips. He pulled his thumbs outward, basically exposing her panty-covered pussy. He got very excited by this, as did Carol, so he repeated this action. The next time, as his thumbs moved toward the middle, he continued until his thumbs stroked the outside of her lips. Carol let out a quiet gasp, and she didn't want him to stop. When he repeated this action, he noticed her panties had a dark wet spot.
Carol was breathing more quickly than usual, and her head was spinning. Peter was hard as a rock, and he contemplated what to do. Before he could talk himself out of it, he placed his right thumb directly on the wet spot of her panties and rubbed them. Carol let out an approving moan, giving Peter more encouragement. He hooked his left index finger under her panties and pulled them to the side, finally exposing her pussy. He stuck his right thumb in his mouth and then rubbed it along her pussy. Carol was trying hard not to be too loud, but she couldn't stop herself from moaning. Carol's lips were engorged and pushing out. Peter stuck his middle finger in his mouth to get it as wet as possible, and then he slipped it in Carol's pussy. Both of them let out a moan that was louder than either of them wanted, but they couldn't control themselves. Carol was soaking, and Peter was as hard as a metal pipe.
Peter slowly slid his finger in and out, making sure to push against the left side on the way in and the right side on the way out. After a few of these cycles, he flipped his hand over so he could tap on Carol's G-spot, making her gasp even louder than before. He alternated between sliding in and out and tapping her G-spot. He pulled his hand out and rubbed his wet finger over Carol's clit, bringing the loudest moan yet. Then he dipped his thumb in her pussy to get it lubed, replaced it with his middle finger, and used his wet thumb to rub her clit. Carol was breathing very hard, making muffled moaning sounds, and pushing her body into Peter's hand with each stroke. When she seemed to be getting close, Peter pulled his hand completely away from her.
Carol whispered, "NO! NO! Don't stop!" Peter just smiled for half a second, knowing how much she wanted him to continue. In a move that even surprised himself, he put his hands around Carol's waist and pulled her straight up. She instinctively brought her legs forward and was suddenly on her knees, with her ass and exposed pussy sticking up in the air. Her frustration with Peter stopping quickly went away as he pulled her panties off her butt, leaned down and licked her pussy. She shoved her face into the pillow to muffle her cries of pleasure. It felt so good..... she wanted him to lick her pussy all night. Peter very slowly licked her lips and tongue-fucked her a few times. Then he concentrated on her clit, running his entire tongue over it. She seemed to enjoy the direct contact, so he also flicked at it, left to right and back again. Carol was in heaven; so was Peter.
After another couple minutes of licking her clit, Peter slipped his index finger back into Carol's pussy and rubbed her G-spot again. The combination of his tongue on her clit and his finger on her G-spot drove her wild. Her body started bucking, pushing her ass into Peter's face. Seeing her reaction, he continued the exact same licking and rubbing as she was bucking faster and faster. Finally, she yelled into the pillow as she pushed really hard into Peter's face. She held her body there for a second, then bucked again. And again. And again. And again.
Finally, she pulled herself away and just collapsed on the pillows. She had just had the best orgasm in years. She smiled to herself, not only because she felt so good but also because of who had given it to her. At that moment she didn't feel an ounce of guilt, even though she knew she should.
For his part, Peter did feel an ounce of guilt -- but maybe not much more. He knew what he did was wrong, but he sure enjoyed it. He loved eating pussy but rarely got the chance because Susan didn't enjoy it. She felt she was "dirty down there." And he loved the fact that it was Carol's pussy he just ate, even though he knew he'd eventually feel way more than an ounce of guilt. For now, he was just enjoying the situation.
Peter gently kissed Carol on her left butt cheek, then her right butt cheek, and then he walked out of the room. He considered whacking off in the bathroom, but decided not to. Carol was sleeping, but he knew she wouldn't make love to him even if she was awake -- not at her parents' house.
Carol pulled up her panties and pulled down her t-shirt, but she didn't move from the floor. She was too exhausted and too excited thinking about what just happened. She knew she started it by wearing just a thong, but it's exactly what she wanted. She was horny, she knew Peter wasn't getting any this week, so she thought they could both have some fun. But then she thought about Susan. She loved her sister. And after a few minutes, she started crying. She cried for a few minutes and felt terrible. But it was already done. She eventually got up, dragged herself to bed, and fell asleep.
The next day everyone just hung around the house. Late in the afternoon Carol's husband, Ken, arrived. Carol was very happy to see him and gave him a big hug and kiss when he walked in. He said hi to Peter, who was cordial though not overly warm. Susan was friendlier and gave him a hug, not so much because she loved him, but because she loved her sister. That night everyone went out to dinner, and Ken talked about his important clients, his important case, and his important job. When Ken wasn't talking about himself, he could be an okay guy. Unfortunately, it was rare for him not be talking about himself.
Throughout the weekend, Carol and Ken spent all of their time together -- sometimes by themselves, sometimes with everyone else. Peter went for long run each day, spent some time walking the malls and the flea market with Susan, and got in some swimming. Each night everyone got together for a nice dinner. Sunday morning, Peter, Susan and her parents were going to Amy's Pancakes for breakfast. Carol and Ken weren't going because Ken had to leave for the airport about an hour after everyone was going to leave, and they would never get seated that quickly on a Sunday morning at THE local Sunday morning hotspot.
After saying goodbye to Ken, the four of them were walking out the car when Peter's phone rang.
"Uh-oh."
Susan looked at him. "What's wrong? Who is it?"
"It's David Goodman. This can't be good." David was the CEO of Peter's largest client, and he probably wasn't calling on a Sunday morning to ask about the weather.
"Hello, David. How are you. Uh-huh. Oh, shit! When did you find out? Okay, let me set up a conference call in 20 minutes. Have your CIO and CFO on the call. And anyone else who can speak about the details. I'll contact people on my team. I'll email you the conference call info. Okay, I'll talk to you in 20 minutes."
Susan knew, both from the conversation and Peter's face, that this was not good. "What happened?"
"David's company had a massive data breach. Customer information could have been exposed, but I'm not sure yet. We've got to put together a plan for a Press Release and a short- and long-term mitigation plan. I've got to go make some calls before the conference call. You guys go on ahead to breakfast -- I may or may not join you, depending on how long you end up waiting for a table. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry -- it's not your fault. Okay, let me know when you know something." Susan gave him a kiss and got in the car. Peter went back in the house, went up to his room, and started making calls.
After 45 minutes, Peter finally pressed the "end" button on his phone. He had a ton of notes but felt good that his team could handle it for now. He called Susan, and she said they were just sitting down at their table. She suggested he come to the restaurant, but he thought it would take too long to get there. They decided he'd just stay home.
Peter decided to drink some coffee by the pool while catching some rays and reading the paper. He put on his bathing suit and walked downstairs. He was walking toward the kitchen and the patio door, and he suddenly froze. Ken and Carol were outside, fucking on a lounger. Carol was on top in reverse missionary, with their heads toward Peter. Just as Peter was about to walk away, Carol picked up her head and saw him. Peter saw the look of shock on her face, and he thought she was going to scream for a minute.
Carol was, indeed, shocked. Shocked, embarrassed, and appalled. She didn't know if she should stop or not. Then she decided stopping was the last thing she wanted to do. Instead, she smiled at Peter, puckered her lips, and made a kissing motion toward him. Ken couldn't see Peter from his position, and the way Carol was leaning over him, he wouldn't be able to see her face even if his eyes weren't closed. Then Carol sat up straight into cowgirl position. Her strong, dancer legs let her continue to move up and down, occasionally placing one hand behind her on Ken's thigh for extra leverage
Peter's eyes almost popped out of his head. In spite of what he and Carol had already done, this was the first time he was seeing her entire naked body. Her breasts were absolutely beautiful. They were firm and had dark pink areolas. Her nipples, which he had felt but not seen, were fairly thin but long. He remembered exactly how they felt in his hands. She had a wide, perfectly trimmed landing strip which really stood out against her untanned, very pale skin.
With a smile on her face now, Carol grabbed one of her breasts and gave it a hard squeeze. Then she started rolling her nipple between her fingers, just as Peter had done earlier in the week. She started bouncing up and down on Ken even faster, and she was moaning and grunting with every movement. All this time she had been staring directly at Peter. Suddenly she closed her eyes and started grunting in a higher pitch - much louder than before. Then she let out a long, drawn out whine as her body convulsed against Ken over and over again until she finally fell on top of him.
Peter couldn't believe what he was seeing, and he couldn't believe he was still standing there. He had never seen anyone else have sex, and he was as excited as he had ever been. He knew he should walk away, but his feet wouldn't move. Not only did he like watching, but it was pretty clear that Carol had been putting on a show for him. She knew she was driving him crazy, and she liked it.
When Carol finally came down from her orgasm, she looked up and Peter was gone.
Half an hour later, Carol knocked on Peter and Susan's bedroom door.
"Come in," Peter said.
Carol opened the door to find Peter sitting on the bed reading, still wearing his bathing suit. She was wearing a white bikini and walked in. They both just stared at each other for a couple of seconds, both being a little embarrassed and not sure what to say.
"So'" Carol finally said. "Did you enjoy that?"
"Jesus, Carol, I'm sorry. I didn't know you guys were out there. And I know I should have turned around and walked away, but... shit! I'm really sorry."
Carol smiled. "We thought everyone had left for breakfast."
"We did. Or at least we all started to leave. But then I got an emergency phone call and came back inside the house to make some calls while everyone else went to the restaurant. I'm sorry."
"Are you really sorry? You didn't enjoy watching? You were appalled by my naked body?"
"Jesus -- no, I wasn't appalled by your body. You're fucking beautiful. And... I, uh..... I enjoyed watching. You looked like you really had a big orgasm. It was beautiful."
"Yeah, I DID have a big orgasm. Really big. You know why? I loved the fact that you were watching. I was thinking it was you that was fucking me. When I grabbed my boob, I pretended it was you that was grabbing it and pinching my nipples. And I pretended it was you I was sitting on top of. God, that got me so excited I just exploded."
Peter couldn't believe what he just heard. She liked me watching? She was thinking about me?
Then Carol said, "So you liked my body?"
"Yes, of course," he said. "You're beautiful."
Carol smiled. "I'm glad you think so. But you should probably get a better look." With that she pulled the bow on her bikini and slipped the top over her head as she walked toward Peter.
"What are you doing?" Peter barked.
"Just giving you a better look. You've already seen them. In fact, you've already touched them. Wouldn't you like to touch them and see them at the same time?" she said as she continued walking toward him. She got on the bed and straddled Peter, with her tits right in front of his face.
"Carol, this isn't right!" Peter protested.
"You're right," Carol sighed. She got off of Peter and off the bed. Then she pulled down her bikini bottom. "This is better!" she said, and she crawled back on top of Peter totally naked.
"Holy fuck, Carol! What are you doing?"
"Just seeing if you like my body." Then she reached forward and put her hand on Peter's stiff cock. "Hmmmm. Yes, I'd say you DO like it."
Peter moaned as Carol rubbed his dick through his thin bathing suit. Being a male, Peter could not control his hands as they reached out for Carol's tits. He caressed each one before moving his thumbs and index fingers to her hard nipples, and he pinched and rolled each one. Now they both were moaning. Carol then slipped her hand up Peter's bathing suit leg hole and grabbed his hard dick that was just covered by the suit's white mesh. She pushed up the leg of his suit to expose his mesh-covered dick. This got both of them very excited. She could kind of see his dick, but it wasn't totally exposed. She could certainly feel how hard it was, but the mesh added texture. It was VERY hot!
As much as Carol liked holding his dick through the mesh, she wanted more. She let go of him, reached in his bathing suit to untie the drawstring, and started pulling the suit off of him. Peter had long ago stopped offering any resistance, and he lifted his butt off the bed to help her remove the bathing suit. With both of them naked, Carol crawled back up his body and put her lips on his. She kissed him hard. When she opened her mouth, she was happy to find his tongue quickly moving forward and meeting her own. As they kissed, Peter resumed stroking her perfect breasts.
Peter released her breasts and held her by the shoulders as he flipped her over on the bed so she was laying on her back. Then he moved down her body, putting his head right in front of her pussy. He grabbed each of her legs and placed them over his shoulder so he had perfect access to her pussy. He paused for a minute and took in the beautiful sight. Her clean-shaven open lips and the landing strip on her mound were perfect. He enjoyed looking, but apparently Carol wanted more than just being observed; she grabbed the back of Peter's head and pulled him toward her pussy. He was happy to oblige as he placed his tongue right in the middle of her lips and swept his tongue up, continuing over her clit. Carol moaned as he licked her lips but screamed as he stroked her clit.
He repeated the move, sticking his tongue in her pussy, stroking up, but then hesitating at the top, just below Carol's clit.
"Quit teasing me, you bastard! Lick my clit!"
Peter chuckled to himself but then licked her clit.
The next lick was pussy and clit. Then he did her pussy but again stopped short of her clit.
"Stop it, god damn it! Lick me!"
Peter figured he had teased her enough, so he licked her clit. Then he licked just her clit. Again and again and again. Carol was moaning louder and louder with each lick. Then Peter took her clit into his mouth and he sucked it a little. Carol seemed to really like that, and she bucked her body into Peter's face. Once Peter found the rhythm that drove Carol crazy, he repeated it over and over again. Lick, lick, suck. Lick, lick, suck. Now Carol was bucking her body over and over into Peter's face. She seemed to be getting close based on the force of her convulsing and the sounds she was making.
He wasn't sure how Carol would react -- it could ruin the whole mood -- but he took a chance and slipped one hand underneath Carol's butt and placed a finger on Carol's ass hole. With that, she screamed lifted her whole torso into the air as she exploded with a huge orgasm. Her body fell to the bed and then she convulsed again, screaming as she threw her body into Peter's face. This happened four or five times before she finally just fell to the bed with her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath.
After a couple of minutes, she opened her eyes and smiled at Peter, who had pulled himself up from between her legs. She gave him a deep kiss. "Wow. You are VERY good at that! Thank you."
Peter smiled, enjoying the compliment.
She continued, "but let's see what else you're good at. Get on your back."
Peter got off of Carol and flipped over. She stroked his dick, but it was already hard.
"This morning I enjoyed pretending I was on top of you. Now I want the real thing." She swung a leg over Peter and sat on him for a few seconds. Then she lifted herself up as she took his dick in her hand and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. She rubbed his dick back and forth a few times and then started to lower herself onto him. As soon as his dick disappeared into her, they both let out groans. Carol continued all the way down until she was sitting on Peter. "Fuck, you feel good," she moaned.
She sat there for a few seconds. Peter reached up and grabbed both of her breasts. He started pinching her nipples just as she started lifting herself up and down on Peter's dick. Peter was in heaven; besides the incredible feeling of Carol's pussy squeezing his dick as she bounced up and down, the sight of her well-manicured landing strip, her absolutely beautiful tits, and his dick disappearing into her pussy drove him wild. Carol began moving faster and faster as she rode Peter, and her grunts sped up with her motion.
Leaving one hand on her breast, he rubbed his other hand across her mound over her landing strip. Carol seemed to like this, as she starting whimpering when he did it. After a few minutes, Peter felt like he was getting ready to explode. He started to deliberately pinch and release Carol's nipple over and over. At the same time, he lowered his hand from her mound and started rubbing her clit. Carol gasped and screamed loudly. Then her body started jerking as her orgasm started. The pulsing of her pussy added increased pressure on Peter's dick, and he moaned loudly as he started cumming. He shot load after load into Carol as the wave of her orgasm continued. Finally, they both finished and Carol fell on top of him. Peter wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly.
They were both breathing as if they had run a long sprint. They laid there for a few minutes, and eventually their heart rates and their breathing became normal. Carol lifted her head and looked at Peter.
"Pretending to fuck you this morning was wonderful. But ACTUALLY fucking you was incredible! Thank you!"
Peter smiled. "I think I should be thanking you. That was unbelievable."
They both were quiet for a minute, with both of them thinking about Susan.
"She must never find out," Carol said. She didn't need to use any names. Peter nodded. Then he lifted his head and gave Carol a deep kiss.
"They might be home soon," he said. You'd better go back downstairs. I'll meet you by the pool."
Carol crawled off the bed, grabbed some tissues to wipe the cum dripping out of her, put on her bikini, and left.
Peter put on his bathing suit, sat on the bed, and smiled.
He had never been so happy a client had an emergency.
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