*This fanfiction is a Chris Jackson fanfiction. It is completely fictional and does not generate revenue. This story is solely for entertainment. All characters are 18 or older.*
XoX
Dua and I knew at once who that knock on the door was.
My stunning wife opened the door to a still crying little sister, Rina. She didn’t even greet her, just wrapped the younger woman in a tight hug.
Rina hugged her back, just as hard as she was. “I was an idiot, Dee,” the woman sobbed.
“No, you weren’t.” Dua tried to shush the shorter girl. “You believed you could trust him. Gave him the benefit of the doubt. It makes you human, not an idiot.”
Rina sniffled and pulled back a little, still holding Dua’s toned arms. She turned and looked at me. With a watery smile, she offered, “Hi, Fynn.”
“Evening, Rin,” I said back, waving a little awkwardly. She wiped her eyes and then hugged me.
“I’m glad my sister was able to find the last good man,” she teased. Her voice came out a little stronger that time, but her eyes were still shining and wet.
I released her from the hug and rubbed her shoulders supportively. “You were staying with him, right? Need a place to crash for a while?”
Dua and I had already talked about it before she got here. We predicted her arguing about it, but we wouldn’t budge from it. She was staying.
Both Lipa girls were going to be under one roof again. Both exotic, hot, sensual women. Great. Just great.
“I’m going to stay at a hotel for a bit. I caught him in our bed with a woman. I can’t sleep in that bed ever again. I’m going to get a motel until I find a flat.”
“Bollocks,” my wife instantly told her baby sister. “You’re staying with us until you find a place.”
“Motra (sis), I can’t….” Dua’s raised hand stopped her.
“Can and will.” She said with a finality only an older sibling can. “You know we have a guest bedroom, and we’d be happy for you to use it. It won’t be a bother at all.”
“Not at all,” I confirm, joining my wife’s side without a second thought. I just need to make sure she doesn’t see me looking at her baby sister more than I should.
Dua knew I’m faithful. She knew without a doubt that I would never touch anyone but her without her permission or presence. Yet, nobody likes someone eyeballing their little sister.
“Come on, Rin. We’ll help you get your things.” It wasn’t an offer, but a gentle instruction from me. Dua and I were here to help, and she didn’t have a choice.
“And besides, maybe I missed having you around,” Dua winked.
XoX
Once we got Rina all settled, we weren’t surprised to hear that she was tuckered out and ready to turn in. We could have family therapy in the morning, she said. It wasn’t exactly late, but times and schedules didn’t matter so much when you’re emotionally exhausted.
We found ourselves sitting on the living room couch at 8 p.m., watching a movie and enjoying sea salted popcorn.
Dua had a hand on my leg and one in the bowl. “So,” she began innocently. “Two Lipas in one house. Think you can keep your eyes in your head?”
I knew she was teasing, and I jokingly parried. “Babe, I barely keep my eyes in my head when it’s just you.”
“Fair,” she said. She tilted her head to the side, exposing her swan-like neck. “You know I trust you. I know you would never move on my sister.”
I looked at her from the side of my eye and then faced her completely. “Well, I’m glad you know that, because I won’t. It sounds like there’s a ‘but’ clause on the end of that, though.”
“No buts,” my wife assured me. “What I’m saying is, I know my sister is beautiful. We come from the same genes, and you finding both of us attractive isn’t an unlikely thing.”
“Babe, I promise I won’t gawk at your baby sister too much.” I wanted to laugh, but I also wanted her to know I was taking her seriously.
Dua squeezed my hand and met my gunmetal-blue eyes with her brown ones. “You misunderstand me, honey. I want you to look at her. I want her to look at you.”
Squishing my eyebrows together, I asked, “Why? What are you getting at?”
Dua shifted from the couch to her knees on the floor, a pillow under her. “What I’m getting at, sweet husband who would never cheat on me…” She was already reaching into my pants to pull my cock out. “But it’s not cheating or being unfaithful if I want you to rearrange her Albanian guts. I think she needs it.”
A chuckle bubbled out from me as my wife licked my hardening dick. She had just asked me to give her baby sister a morale boost fuck. “You’re crazy. But I love it, and I love you.”
“I know all of that,” Dua giggled. “So, is that yes?” she asked before wrapping her skilled tongue around my cock head.
“I can make that happen if she’s into it. She’s flirted with me before, but you’ve been there for it every time. She’s never made an inappropriate joke or comment without you present.” I had a feeling Dua knew just how good a sister Rina was, but I wanted her to hear it from her husband.
Dua laughed, her mouth was still around me, and her tongue was still moving. She started to massage my balls carefully as she let me pop out. “I am aware, darling. Rin and I talk literally every day. She also tells me that she does find you attractive. You are almost a foot taller than her, which she says helps. She loves your eyes, too. But then so do I,” Dua shrugged.
“So, you want to share me again?” I needed clarification before I did anything. This wasn’t just a friend, or one of her business partners. This was Rina, her own blood. These two were as close as any sisters could be.
“Rina and I share everything, Fynn. And she has had nothing but bad luck with partners since she started dating. It wouldn’t be the worst thing for her to experience a good, kind man like you.”
I nodded slowly. “Dua, I want you to be around, though. I don’t want to be with another woman unless you’re there.” Dua had to be there. She had to know everything for this to work. There could be no secrets.
Dua spit on her hand and shuttled it up and down my hard cock. Then, she smiled. “I love you. So much.” The tenderness, the love in those words.
Even as she took my dick in her mouth again, I lovingly cupped her jaw and brushed her cheek with my thumb.
My gorgeous wife hummed with her mouth full of me. Those dark, hazelnut eyes of hers locked on to mine as she started to bob her head, taking me deeper. She was done teasing. When she started to earnestly work, I knew it was a matter of time until I was cumming down her throat.
Dua’s tongue game while I was in the cavernous reaches of her throat would always impress me. I could feel it sticking out, lapping near my balls. It was surreal, and I wasn’t entirely sure I felt what I thought I was feeling. That was, until she insisted we record it. Then I saw her tongue licking at that juncture between my cock and sac.
I was married to one of the best cock suckers on this planet. And she’d often wear a red carpet dress the day after wearing my load on her face. Once the best days, she’d let me cum on her face after an event, her expensive dress still on.
The world got to see her, but she was mine. Loved and marked.
It never took her super long to drain my balls when she set to sucking me down with purpose. This was one of those times.
Dua growled hungrily as she felt me bucking my hips in little spasms. Barely audible grunts of my own reverberated through me. My knees would have buckled had I been standing. Then, I came, my seed flooding my incredible partner’s mouth.
XoX
That same night—Rina’s first night with us—Dua and I found something new about her. Or I assumed Dua didn’t know.
Rina was a voyeur. The sneaky Brit-Albanian had watched from the stairs as Dua blew me and swallowed. We knew because she sent us a video. The angle wasn’t perfect, but it was clear what was going on.
An interesting choice, sending the video to me. Dua was still in the conjoined bathroom, brushing her teeth. So, I wasn’t sure yet if Dua had sent her the video, too.
When my gorgeous wife climbed into bed, she knew something was up at once. “Babe, what is it?”
“Uh…” I turned my phone to her. She could see the side of the couch, our side profiles. The arm of the couch hid Dua’s face and my cock. From the arch of her back, the sounds clear and my reaction, it was obvious what was happening.
“Oh. Shit.” Dua wasn’t sure what else to say. “And this is from Rin, I’m assuming?” She seemed rather confused by this.
“Check your phone. See if she sent it to you, too?”
Dua rolled over to the nightstand, the towel around her hair holding firm. “Hmm.” I waited for her to say more. “I did get the same video.” More silence. “She also texted that she’s been watching us for a while. This is just the first video she’s sent us.”
I laid there, trying to decide what to make of this. “Has she recorded us before?”
“I’ll ask,” Dua said. Her fingers flew across the glass screen of her phone. A few seconds later, her phone pinged. And pinged. “Oh. Yes. She has,” Dua giggled, her free hand wandering down between her legs.
“Are you turned on from your little sister watching and recording us?” I couldn’t keep an amused smile from my face.
“Pssh! No!” Dua said, completely and terribly lying. Our rule was that lying was okay if it was obvious and for comedic value only. Hence, why I wanted to be 100% open with her idea of me and Rina doing anything.
In that moment, we seemed to share a lightbulb. “Fynn, honey.” Dua put her hand on mine. Her fingers were a little wet.
“You want to make a sex tape and send it to her?” It would be awkward if we weren’t on the same wavelength length.
Dua stared at me for a moment, and then a smile started. It grew like a wildfire until it was a Cheshire grin. “God, I love you,” she giggled.
“So, what did you have in mind?” I asked, already in.
XoX
Rina was at work most of the day after Dua and I decided to record our little tape. I had dinner ready for all three of us when she got home.
“Hey bebe (baby). You hungry?” Dua asked. She stuck her finger right into the Petulla dough I hadn’t fried yet.
Rina dropped her purse and looked at what I was making. “Pancakes for dinner?”
Dua laughed; her head tilted back a little. “Not quite. It’s our mami’s recipe.”
Rina’s mouth opened slightly, obviously excited. “We’re having Albanian for dinner?” The younger sister looked almost moved to tears. “I haven’t had real Albanian since, well, the last time you two cooked.”
I smiled as I preheated a deep pan to fry the bread going with dinner. “Indian and Albanian are two of my favorite ethnic cuisines. German is well up there.” I was quite biased about that, given my own background.
XoX
After a delicious dinner, Dua and Rina insisted on dishes since I did most of the cooking. They also used it as prime girl’s time to talk about Rina’s ex, and how she was really doing.
The short answer was that she wasn’t doing great. She hadn’t been for a while.
Nobody likes being cheated on, but it slammed the door for her. Rina had been wishy-washy on whether to leave him for a while. He just wasn’t what she needed, bland, and non-committal.
Once the dishes were done and I heard Dua scrubbing the sink, I headed in to get dessert ready. Dua didn’t let herself eat sweets often but tonight was an occasion.
I stopped in the doorway, making sure I wasn’t interrupting. Okay, I was also eavesdropping.
“It was so hard for me to stay with Tyler. He never seemed fully interested, like there wasn’t going to be a lot there, you know?” Another deep sigh. “He never once looked at me like Fynn looks at you. Not once. Sure, there was lust. But never real love.”
I heard back patting, and I knew the Lipas were hugging it out. It was my chance to enter between words. To pretend I hadn’t heard anything.
“Those dishes really took it out of you?” I teased.
Dua threw a dish towel at me. “Arsehole.”
I purposefully let it hit me in the face. “For real, though. Are we all doing okay?”
“Yeah,” Rina replied with a giggle. I knew sometimes a relaxed, not-too-serious guy is what the doctor orders. She took the towel off my face and leaned upon her toes to kiss my chin. “Thanks.”
“For what?” I asked, looking between the two siblings.
“For setting the bar on how I want to be treated. For showing me how a good man should be to his girl. The way you treat Dua is how I want to be treated. I’m done settling for less than that.”
I was the next one to get a hug, and then it became a group hug.
“Also, should I apologize for watching you two get intimate when I’m over? It’s a huge invasion of privacy, but….”
Dua giggled and hugged her shorter sister. “I’m glad you owned that you were doing it. I was shocked at first. I didn’t really know what to say. But then you started sending the videos you’d gotten. And then it felt… hot.”
Rina’s eyes widened and a smile slowly took over. It started at one corner of her mouth and slowly drew up the other. “So, you’re not going to kick me out for it?”
“Oh, God no.” It was my turn to laugh. “Just don’t expect us to send you invites to be our official camera woman. Too much pressure to perform,” I teased.
XoX
Pulling on the last knot, I was convinced my wife’s silk ropes were tight. We had a set of velcro wrists and ankle straps that made a ‘X’ shape under the bed. However, Dua insisted that it was nowhere near as good as the feeling of her silk ropes.
“Camera’s on, knots are set, you look so fucking good,” I told my bare-naked wife. Leaning down, I kissed her head and cupped her jaw. “Tell me again you do want to do this before I start the camera.”
Dua, that feisty nymph. She turned her head and sucked on my thumb, running her tongue on the pad. Letting me go, she said, “Fynn, I want to do this.”
“Okay,” I said softly and kissed her lips. I went to the little camera we had on a tripod and turned the camera on. It beeped to life quickly and we were rolling.
“No safe words are necessary,” I said as I stepped back into the frame.
As I pulled my boxer briefs down, Dua licked her lips, seeing my semi-erect penis. “What if I need a safe word because my amazing husband gave me too many orgasms?”
I smiled as I took myself in hand but stopped when she pouted.
“My love. Why would you even touch it when my mouth, my holes, are here for you?” She asked it so sweetly; I felt like I let her down, like I had stolen something precious from her.
“I promise not to touch myself when you’re tied down. You’re just so hot and… vulnerable like this. It’s difficult not to do a warmup,” I chuckled.
I stood at the side of the bed now and slowly climbed on. Dua was watching my cock like a dog seeing a brand-new toy.
“I can’t decide if I want to take you in my mouth right now or ask you to sleep mask me.”
My eyes lit up. “Can I sleep mask you? You’re so much more responsive when we do that.”
Dua giggled. “Of course we can do that, darling.”
I had a nice sleep mask that stayed in place, was light, and easy to take off. She hummed contentedly when it was in place and I kissed her nose.
“There we go, love. I’m bound, can’t see, and I’m butt naked. Did I mention that I’m already wet for you?” she said in a most tantalizing voice.
“Fuck,” I growled low in my throat. I slapped my cock on her lips, and she opened her mouth wide.
Slipping past her ruby reds, the tip of my cock hit the inside of her cheek. Once that contact was made, Dua closed her lips around my length.
I just laid there, letting my gorgeous and talented wife move her tongue and mouth around me as she saw fit. It felt so good that there was no reason for me to do a damn thing. This wasn’t about pleasure for just one of us.
I derived pleasure from making my wife feel good, and I knew she felt the same. We never had to worry about reciprocation or “favors.” Going down on each other, doing that thing the other liked, was never a chore.
Dua’s tongue sliding up and down my piss slit and making my back arch was because she wanted to. Me pinching her nipples with the exact amount of pressure she needed was fun. Making her moan around my cock was the best song she had ever sang to me.
That favorite song would soon be replaced by her calling my name while I made her come undone around my fingers. When the hottest thing in the world was making the person you care about most lose their mind, how could you ever wander?
While I set up camp on my knees, my calves under my ass, Dua happily tongued and made love to my cock. Her nipples were peaked beautifully, and I decided she needed her first orgasm of the evening.
Still playing with one breast at a time, I went straight to her slick and warm folds. She gasped deliciously at the sudden contact to such a sensitive area.
Once I got there, I took it nice and slow. I wanted to get her good and warmed up before the forced orgasms.
Dua was moaning contentedly as I carefully pinched her labia between my thumb and forefinger. I slid my fingers up and down like I was working a zipper. She was getting wetter and wetter, and I wanted to devour her.
We wouldn’t know until we rolled the tape back, but our little intended audience of one was already watching us through a crack in the door.
The sexy little pervert.
Rina watched from her shadow-shrouded hiding spot as I slid a single finger into her older sister. She told me after it was all over that she slipped her hand into her pajama bottoms and touched herself.
Dua was all mine. She was mewling, focusing on her breathing with her mouth wrapped around me.
What I was doing to her, the way I was meticulously touching her, made it hard for Dua to focus. I pulled her sensitive labia apart and dragged a single finger up and down her vulnerable pinkness.
Yes, she was vulnerable, tied up with my finger at her core and my cock lodged in her humid mouth. She was sleep masked, having to trust me. But there was no one on this earth she would be safer with in that moment. And she knew it.
I started to slowly saw my hips back and forth. I wasn’t fucking her pretty mouth. No. I was making love to it. My eyes were closed as I rocked back and forth, gliding my length over her flat tongue. I could feel her wet lips tightened around me, making her mouth a wet vacuum.
My gorgeous Dua. She was bucking her hips, trying to get my finger inside her canal whether she knew it or not. I didn’t know if she had all her faculties about her. While I couldn’t see her eyes, I knew she could feel how much I adored her, how much I worshipped her body and the soul inside.
Her breathing hitched. Her handful-sized breasts jiggled with her breathing, and then with a short squeal, she came. I hadn’t even gotten a finger in her yet, but she was already fluttering; her skin started to bead with sweat.
I stopped playing with her nipples and played with her hair, sweeping the dark strands from her forehead. “My Goddess. You are so fucking beautiful.” My reverence, love and respect were saturating that simple sentence.
When the holder of my heart came down from her first orgasm, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I had slipped out of her mouth when I saw she was climaxing.
She licked her lips and kept smiling. “I love you, too, dear. It’s something else, the way you can unravel me like that.” She was flushed and adorably wriggling. Like she was experiencing tingling aftershocks.
I leaned down and kissed her Holy forehead. “We are far from done, sweetheart.”
“Oh, I know,” she giggled. “You haven’t even used any toys yet.”
I kissed her lips this time and got off the bed, going to the bottom drawer of my stand-up dresser. At that time, I still didn’t know Rina was watching us, edging herself.
I came back with Dua’s favorite toy; a silicone-covered Princess vibrator. It was small, easy to use, and its vibe power was perfect for this assignment.
Along with the Princess, I grabbed a bottle of water-based lube for the toy, and a bottle of silicone-based lube for myself.
Dua’s body was completely relaxed when I got back to bed. She licked her lips and smiled in anticipation, feeling my return. “This is going to be so much fun,” my beautiful other half giggled.
“Babe, I have fun with you no matter what we decide to do.” I popped the lid of the water-based lube and squeezed some onto the Princess. Then, I squeezed some onto Dua’s pretty, already wet pussy.
She didn’t need it, of course, but the wetter the better. It was also going to be nice because I planned to force quite a few orgasms from her.
Dua jolted when the room-temperature lube touched her warm cunt. “Oh, shit,” she giggled. “I’m already so sensitive. And the eye mask, the deprivation… I’m dialed up to 12!”
“I know, and I love it,” I said softly.
After smearing the lube around the cock-like head of the Princess, I used it to smear the lube up and down Dua’s slit. Paying extra attention to her sensitive clit got me the cute little hiss I was hoping for.
And then I turned it on. The buzzing started as I worked at the junction of her thighs, working towards her puffy vulva. Dua went ramrod-straight as the first vibrations hit her skin.
“Fuck,” she cursed. “I forgot how perfect this feels.” Her toes curled and she sucked in a breath. “You torture me so good, Fynn.” She didn’t say the words, but I read between the lines; don’t stop.
I had no intention of stopping. How could I stop when I was addicted to every sound she made, every little flinch when I moved the little vibe to her core.
“I’m going to make you soak the bed, bebe,” I whispered in her ear and then attached my lips to her neck. Sucking lightly on her salty skin, I moved the vibe just shy of her clit, right below it. The little whimper she made was everything.
“G-God, Fynn!” Dua moaned, pulling on the silk ropes holding her down. She couldn’t escape. Spread-eagle, dead-center on the bed. Right where we both wanted her. “How many times am I going to cum?”
I chuckled as I nestled the little silicone, baby-blue vibe head between her labia. “Depends,” I shrugged. “How many times are you going to have to cum before I hear our safe word?”
Dua fought through the pleasure to look at me, though her sleep mask was still in place. “You said I didn’t need a safe word!”
I chuckled as I slipped the little friend past the curtains of her cunt, into the shallows of her pussy. “I lied.”
“Y-you cheeky fucker!” she said, the words coming out somewhere between a laugh and a gasp as the vibrator stimulated her insides. “Still using ‘amber’ as our word?”
“Yes ma’am,” I confirmed. I pushed the toy deeper inside, until the little second arm with the snake tongue vibrated on her clit.
Dua’s delicious stomach muscles tightened, and I knew she wanted to cum again, so soon. But I wanted to tease her more, first. To carry out that goal, I twisted the vibe around inside my mewling wife until it was upside down. The little snake tongue was between Dua’s pert ass now, licking at her tight rosebud.
“Oh, that’s different!” Dua sighed. “I like it. Don’t stop!” The nymph of a wife was putty in my hands, and I was all too happy to keep giving her simple pleasure.
I used my free hand to pull her ass apart to get better access to her little hole. The thin little tongue was buzzing away, tickling the tight ring of muscles.
“Are you just teasing it, or do you have plans?” Dua asked. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she sounded a little hopeful.
“Is that a request?” It wouldn’t be the first time we had done butt stuff, but it had been some time. This was also a different circumstance.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I want you to take my ass on camera. I want you to fuck my dirty little hole, knowing Rina is going to watch this.”
Nodding my head, though she couldn’t see it, I let go of the vibe. “Hold that for me, please,” I joked.
Dua giggled, but the vibe stayed in place, still whirring with activity. I had a feeling Dua had her kegels flexed. It had to have increased the intensity, which would explain why she was biting her lip and sobbing.
I quickly untied her ankles and neatly coiled the silk ropes at the foot of the bed. It would have been cruel for me to stop Dua from bending her knees, moving her legs to get blood flow back. Once she seemed happy and back in control, I took that control away.
A rush of air escaped the olive-skinned goddess I married as I pushed her legs back. She was folded in half, her feet by her head. There was no way she could have seen it coming or seen it at all. The sleep mask was still in place.
“I’m extremely glad I’m flexible enough for this,” she said in a breathy giggle. My wife was so good at yoga that she could hold this pose without my help, leaving me free to get more lube.
This time, I just left the damn cap popped as I squeezed a generous amount of the clear goop on Dua’s brown hole. I rubbed the slimy liquid around, getting it nice and warm.
“Ready to relax for me, bebe?” I didn’t speak Albanian myself, but I thought her language’s word for ‘baby’ was adorable.
“Mhmm,” she nodded at me.
I knew she was about to feel a whole slew of sensations, so I held one leg back for her while I extracted the Princess from her cooze.
The little toy was wet, dripping, and even had some of her cream on it. My dirty darling was certainly having an enjoyable time. With ass already lubed, and the toy warm and wet, it was time for the second theatre.
“Keep breathing, beauty,” I told her as I positioned the rounded head at her asshole.
She licked her lips and nodded again. “I’m ready. Fuck my ass with the toy. Get me ready for your cock.”
I readily did as my wife asked and slipped the vibrating and creamy head past her hole.
This was a sensitive area to be working in, and patience was the law. Very slowly, I worked the rimmed head back and forth, listening to Dua’s breathing as I did.
“Holy fuck, that’s so hot!” It wasn’t Dua who said that. That’s the moment I found out we didn’t need to film this for Rina. She was already watching. I just wasn’t sure how long she’d been watching.
Slipping the vibe a little further into my wife’s tightest channel, I turned to the door and flicked my head, beckoning for Rina to come join us.
Rina carefully pushed the door open and tip-toed in, not making a sound.
Dua had no idea her little sister was in the room with her. Dua had no clue that Rina was watching her take a vibe in the ass.
Rina’s eyes sparkled with glee and curiosity as she watched Dua’s ass stretching and swallowing the sky-blue toy. I knew she wanted to play, too. We had to be careful, though. Dua was distracted by so many sensations, but if she felt three or four hands on her at once, she’d know something was up.
I held one of Dua’s meaty legs with one hand, and then I made eye contact with Rina, my new assistant. I dragged my eyes to the vibe still doing the Lord’s work in Dua’s ass.
Rina understood the assignment and carefully took it over for me. This let me play with my wife’s drenched pussy while her best sister in the entire world twirled the naughty little toy in her ass.
“F-fuck, Fynn. Rin is going to die watching this. I’m going to die making this.” Dua was struggling to form words. She was far from thinking about the logistics of what was being done to her.
I could see Rina biting her lip, trying not to giggle as she worked the toy back and forth.
“I think Rina’s going to love the video we’re making for her. She probably wishes she was here to make it with us,” I said.
Dua wiggled a little harder at that. “Fuck. Could you imagine?” Dua started to giggle, but it turned into a squeal when Rina pushed the toy in deeper. “God!” Dua’s body tensed and her leg I wasn’t holding kicked. It didn’t stop me from sticking two fingers into her cunt.
“Oh! Oh!” Dua’s pitch was getting higher, her breathing more staccato. She was going to cum again.
Rina smelled the blood in the water as much as I did. She started to fuck her sister’s ass with the vibe as fast as I was fingerbanging her cunt. The sounds leaving my wife’s body were insane.
Our surprise guest looked between my legs and saw my hard cock, standing proudly. I hadn’t been stimulated since Dua’s mouth. But doing this to her in front of her sister, having full access to that magnificent body was enough to keep me ready to enter her as soon as it was demanded of me.
Rina reached for my length, but I shook my head and mouthed ‘no.’ Dua and I hadn’t spoken the words that Rina could touch me. Until I had that clear and without a doubt, I was off limits. I was very okay with Rina touching Dua. It was my invite through the door that saw her in here. It wasn’t my place to get between sisters, anyway.
Dua came as Rina and I worked together to get her off. With fingers in her cunt and a constantly buzzing toy in her ass, I wasn’t shocked when she let out a strangled scream. I also wasn’t shocked when I felt a big wave of wetness run out and around my fingers. It wasn’t just talking when I said I wanted to soak the bed. One more good orgasm, and I knew Rina and I could get Dua to squirt.
When she squirted, I wanted to be in her.
I pulled my fingers out and sucked one clean. Rina was pleasantly surprised when I offered her my other finger. She made bold eye contact with the camera as she licked and sucked my finger clean of my wife—her big sister’s–juices off.
With my fingers clean, I reached for my old friend, Astroglide. Rina slapped my hand away, however. She squeezed a generous amount on my cock, and to her credit, she didn’t touch me.
The younger British-Albanian maneuvered the vibrating probe, making Dua gasp. It was angled away, but still inside. I then had the perfect angle to mount my wife.
I grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs further apart. She moaned like a whore—my whore—when I split her like a wishbone and pushed my straining hard cock into her. Her head fell straight back to the pillow.
“Oh, my fucking God!” she groaned, neck muscles tense as I immediately started to fuck her like I never would again. I could feel the vibe through that thin barrier of skin between her pussy and ass. It was also rubbing against my sac. It felt incredible. I had never fucked one of Dua’s holes while the Princess worked the other.
”You feel so fucking good, bebe,” I growled as I made her take all my weight, all my length. “I can’t wait to cum inside you. It’s going to be such a big load.”
“I know it will.” Her words escaped through gritted teeth. Her arms were still tied, and she could only move them about so little to keep them from falling asleep. “If my hands were free, I’d scrape my nails down your back. I’d draw fucking blood!” she threatened. “I wish Rin was watching this right now, right here with us.”
I couldn’t see her face right now, as she was behind me. But I knew Rina was grinning like an idiot. “I wish she was here, too. I bet she’d say the nastiest shit to you while I fucked your hot cunt with a vibe in your ass.”
“I-I’m going to cum again, Fynn! I can’t take much more!” If it wasn’t for the eye mask, I would bet she was crying. Dua’s an emotional fuck, and she also cries when she’s over-stimmed. It took a while for me to accept that nothing was wrong, that I wasn’t really hurting her just because she was crying.
Admittedly, this wasn’t my best showing. I was not going to last as long as I wanted. Dua was so hot, so wet and still so fucking tight. Her cunt was convulsing, milking me so damn good while she came again.
She wasn’t just climaxing. Just as I had predicted, she was squirting. I refused to evacuate, and every time I thrust back into her, more ejaculates would spray out, soaking me and making a mess.
Dua was utterly screaming, and I could see the bottom hem of the eye mask dampening with her tears. I had never felt her cunt flutter, grip and release me like that before. Add the reverb from the toy against me through that thin barrier, and I was gone.
My body tensed and my balls pulled up. My cock was just starting to swell when Rina inserted herself into the mix.
In what felt like a flash, the toy was ripped from Dua’s ass, the sudden absence making her cry even louder. Then, Rina’s hand was pulling my cock out of my wife’s snug cunt and pushing me into her ass instead. Rina spanked me, wordlessly telling me to go again. And I did.
In just a few more pumps, I was filling my bride’s tighter than tight asshole with fresh, hot cream.
“Fuck! Fuck! I can’t see!” Dua wailed. Of course she couldn’t see because of the sleep mask. But I knew what she meant. Her orgasm was so intense her eyes became collidescopes behind their lids.
“Shit!” I was cursing as my balls kept churning. Never had I let out a fucking load like that. It lasted longer and produced more ball batter than ever before.
When I finally pulled out of Dua’s used ass, she was shaking, shivering from the endured stimulation. She was weeping, but she hadn’t said amber.
With my cock still dripping, I slid back into her pussy and gently fucked her some more, just until I was sure there wasn’t any straggling dollops that still had to come out.
As I got up, Rina patted my back and got up with me so Dua wouldn’t feel the bed shifting twice.
She went to the door and then knocked, like she hadn’t been here the whole time. “Guys, is everything okay?” she asked, pretending to be sleepy. “I heard crying and shouting.”
I was shaking my head, smiling as I untied Dua’s wrists.
Dua sat up quickly and pulled off the sleep mask. She was soaked with sweat, still trembling, and both holes dripping with my deposit. “Oh, bollucks!” she cursed.
“Are you guys making a sex tape?” Rina asked with such faux incredulity that I wanted to clap for her. “I could have held the camera and gotten some good angles.”
“Get the fuck out!” Dua called, pointing to the door, closing her knees together. She whimpered when another glob of my pearly cum rolled out of her.
I blinked, stunned, and worried for a bit. That sounded like sincere outrage and embarrassment.
Rina ducked and ran, as ordered, leaving me to pull my over-sensitized spouse into a hug.
“Babe, are you okay?” I asked, cradling her head.
“Yeah.” She sighed and nuzzled my shoulder. “I was just surprised, caught off guard, and emotional. I always get pushy after you fuck me that good.” She giggled, and I could hear the light, the easiness returning. “My stupid sister also ruined her own surprise.” I could hear the pout on her lips.
“Honey…” It was time to fess up. “Rina spoiled her own secret a while ago.”
Dua piqued her head and looked up at me. “What?”
“I caught her watching us through the door.” My wife blinked as I got up and brought her a tissue box. “I waved her in.”
Dua stared blankly at me for a minute. “I thought I heard another voice at some point, saying it was hot? I did hear that?”
I nodded. “Yeah, that was Rina. It slipped out and blew her cover. She worked the vibe in your ass when I was fingering you, and when I was fucking you.”
Dua’s face turned a rusty red, the blush mixing with her light copper skin. “Wow. That is hot. Um… I think next video… we should all be in it. Start to finish. Maybe she can be the star instead of me? We know she’s into it.”