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Wet Panties 8

Wet Panties 8

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WET PANTIES LIST

It was going to be our twenty-fifth anniversary, so we wanted to do something really special to celebrate it. After twenty-five years we had done a lot of exciting things together, but we wanted to do something different and enriching our relationship. We listed a number of things we'd like to do on a piece of paper and prioritized them according to expense and desirability. A trip to Niagara Falls, the Caribbean, Africa, Paris, and Greece were on the list. Doing something we had never done but always wanted to do. Although under the heading of personal growth we had nothing. We could not think of anything we wanted but hadn't done except travel.

Amazingly, however, what ended up as the top item on our list and it occurred totally by accident. We were at a movie watching a French film called Jules and Jim. It was about two men who were in love with the same woman. Not that that is so unusual, but the thing about the story was that she loved both of them. It is an old film and we watched it on an old movie network on television.

When the film was over Claire looked at me and smiled. "That would be exciting," she said

"What's that?" I said.

"Having two men in love with me," she said.

"Something you'd go for?" I said.

"I think any girl would," she said.

"That be a special twenty-fifth cerebration for the list?" I asked.

"Couldn't put it on the list unless we could make it happen," she said.

"Could fake it happen?" I said. "Or make it happen," I added.

"You mean let me attract some guy?" she said.

"Exactly," I said.

"Okay, I have an idea," she said. "You just get Glen Watson here this weekend and let me do the rest. It'll be like magic," she said. She smiled and went into the kitchen.

I called Glen Watson and spent some time chatting him up. We had gone to college together and spent some time hunting and fishing since. He was a hit with the ladies and I knew he was pretty liberal when it came to sexual matters. He had been married, but she died of cancer after a few years together. I figured to tell him about our anniversary proposal and find out what his attitude was about open marriage and extramarital sex.

I had heard that he and his wife had dabbled in mate swapping after they'd been married for a while. I told him we were thinking about opening our marriage. "Many do," he said.

"I asked my wife who she was attracted to and she said you," I said. "Ever been involved in something like that?" He said he had helped a couple out once who wanted to try it, let the wife 'experiment.' "If I offered you a chance to 'help us out,' would you be interested?"

"My wife and I had an understanding," he said. "We had friends, we called them bed-friends, who we were intimate with. She had a few. I had a few, and we trusted one another to be honest and not sneak around. It worked for us," he said. "We didn't try to convert anyone to our way of thinking, but some of our friends came over."

"So you understand our thinking on this?" I said, making sure I was clear.

"I not only understand, but I agree," he said. "You are a lot like we were. You're experimenting with ideas and new concepts."

I asked him if he would come to our house and make my wife happy. "I'd love to," he said.

My wife baked all morning. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but when Glen came over she brought out a plate of cookies. "These are magic Snickerdoodle cookies," she said. "They make you fall in lust with the first woman you see after you eat one," she said with a grin.

"Could I try one?" he asked.

"At your own risk," she said. He took one off the plate and took a bite.

"I'll be damned," he said after swallowing. "It worked."

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Like ravishing the first woman I see," he said.

"Oh oh, there is only one woman here," she said, smiling coquettishly.

"That's what I was thinking," he said.

"It can be dangerous to go against witchcraft," she said.

"That's true," he said "Could I have another cookie?"

"It could have unpredictable consequences," she said. "You might want to be careful. You don't want to overdose."

"You're probably right," Glen said. "One cookie has probably been enough. I think it's working."

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Claire smiled. "I am glad about that," she said.

"The cookie did its job," he said. She kissed him and thanked him for trying her cookie.

"We didn't ask you here for eating cookies," she said, putting her lips on his. "We're celebrating our twenty-five years by giving me something I have never had," she said. "Another man."

"And I am that man?" he asked.

"I hope so," she said, kissing him again.

I followed them naked to the bedroom where they undressed one another, then crawled in bed. I moved to the door, which she had left partly open for me. They were on the top of the bed, with him on his back and her kneeling over him, one knee on each side of his hips. She straddled him, holding herself over him as he pushed on into her. She began slowly bouncing over him, forcing him up into her repeatedly. I watched her fuck him as she sat up over him and repeatedly jump up and down, the sound of bodies hitting together ringing across the room.

He put a hand on each of her thighs and helped her balance as she pushed him into her. Her cries of pleasure were continuous and the echoed through the room. He grunted as he hit the back her vagina and I listened the music of their sex. They continued until each came, only less than a minute apart.

Then they sagged like rags on a rack and draped over the bed, spent and satisfied, fucked out and contented, exhausted and yet smiling. They slipped into sleep, quietly and together. For a while I just watched them, then quietly I left the room and went to watch television or read. I thought about what we had done for our twenty-fifth and I smiled.

After Glen left we cuddled and enjoyed her afterglow. "Maybe we could combine our two lists," she said. "Maybe Glen would share. I have never been with two men before. And maybe you could do something you have always wanted to do, like be with my sister. I know you have always had a thing for Emily. Right?"

"After twenty-five years you know me too well," I said.

"I know you have wanted to fuck my younger sister," she said, "since Pluto was a pup. Maybe it is time you got your wish."

"She be up for something like that?" I asked.

"Emily's wanted it for years. Even told me so," Claire said.

"Sister secrets?" I said.

"Absolutely," she answered with a grin.

Claire talked to Emily about our twenty-fifth celebratory list of ideas and places we might like to go. She left out, at first, her idea about a first-time thing for her, like her fling with a man she wasn't married to, namely me. Emily is a pretty liberal person, and sexually I believe has been quite active in her young life. She is three years younger than Claire, so at the time she was forty-two.

When Claire got around to telling her about Glen she didn't bat an eye. It was if she had just told her about a shopping trip and there was no big deal. "You aren't surprised at your big sister?" Claire asked her.

"Should I be? I am just surprised it took you this long," she said. "So who did you get for him?"

"We didn't have to look far," Claire said. "You, sister dear."

"That was his choice, or yours?" she asked with a grin.

"His. I don't pick for him," she said. "He says you're sexy. I haven't told him about your sexual history. He just named the sexiest woman he knew, said he has been lusting after you for years."

"I am flattered," Emily said. "You tell him there might be a chance?"

"I thought I would leave that up to you," Claire said, "if you're interested. My husband is a hot guy in the sack," she said. "You wouldn't be disappointed. Believe me."

"I have been attracted to my sister's husband since before the wedding," she said, confessing something she had not admitted before. "That night my panties were wet the whole night. I had pussy juice running down my thighs the entire wedding ceremony," Emily said, using her customary directness. "I just didn't want to seduce my sister's new hubby," she told my wife with a smile.

"If you had given the word, I'd have been on your husband like a lime tick. You know I like my men like I like my candy, hard and tasty."

"That's why I knew when he mentioned you that it was almost a sure thing," Claire said. "I was pretty sure you would be his twenty-fifth celebration, sister. You interested?"

"Is there hair on a peach? Abso-fucking-lutely," she said with a wicked grin. "I thought he would never ask."

"I will send him over," Claire said. "We might as well keep it in the family."

"I am surprised at you," Emily said. "I never knew you were so liberated."

"I wasn't," Claire said. "Surprised myself," she added. "We were a pretty conventional couple, until we started talking about our twenty-fifth celebration. Then I just started thinking, 'why not.' I guess your influence began to rub off on me, sis," she told Emily.

"I always thought you were somewhat of a prude," her sister told my wife.

"We started talking about it and I thought why not. Sex is just physical enjoyment you do mostly laying down," Claire said. "I started thinking you were the smart one in the family."

"Don't tell Mom that. She thinks I am the devil incarnate. She keeps sending me books and Bible material. She keeps trying to save my lusty soul," she said. "She hasn't exactly disowned me, but close."

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"You're still with Ed, right?" Claire asked her sister.

"That's right, but he has his friends and I have mine," she said. "I think he is screwing one of them right now. Philly named Allison," she said.

"So the open relationship has worked well for you two?" Claire asked her sister.

"It's the only way," Emily replied with a cheerful smile. "Sex is not love. We respect each other. We are honest with each other," she said. The sisters hugged, then they parted, with Claire telling Emily I would call her to make arrangements later on.

When Emily picked up the phone her voice was pleasant, as it always is, but there was a tone of excitement I was glad to hear. It made my heart jump to know she was glad I called, like she was waiting to hear from me. I loved her sister, but I always had a special feeling for Emily. Not only was she my sister-in-law, but she was one very beautiful and sexy woman, with kind a Charlize Theron look about her. She had a confidence that let you know she understood men were attracted to her, and there was something in her manner that let you know she liked sex. She was simply a very sensuous person. There was a look of 'I could make you happy' in her smile.

"Oh, Grant, I am so glad you called," she said, sounding like she truly was. "Claire and I talked about your twenty-fifth anniversary celebration," she said, coming right to the point. "I hear you have a list," she said.

"You heard about Niagara Falls?" I said.

"I heard there was another list," Emily said.

"Oh, yeah. That one," I said.

"I think it is a great idea. I am flattered to be on one of those lists," she added. "More couples should think of freeing up their thinking. Sex should be enjoyed, not confined to old standards that stifle it," she declared as if at a podium rather than on the phone with her brother-in-law.

"Forgive me," she said. "I get emotional when talking about ridiculous notions about sex. I have to be honest with you," she said. "I've wanted to bonk you since Claire first brought you home to meet Mother. I hope that's not too audacious for you," she said.

"I like people who are honest and direct," I said. "And to be honest with you, I hoped you would have the chance. I do love your sister, but her sister has had my attention for years," I said, surprised at my own confession.

"So let's cut to the chase," she said. "When can I see you?"

"I was thinking that tonight might not be too soon," I said.

"Tonight is good," she said. "Are we talking about your place or mine?" she asked.

"I was thinking of the Marriott," I said. "Claire went for our place, but she suggested the hotel. Actually, somewhere with room service sounds marvelous. You go for breakfast in bed tomorrow morning?"

"Eggs Benedict after sex? Sounds delightful," she said.

I picked up Emily at her place, said hello to her partner, and we shook hands and he told me to enjoy myself. "I'll see to that," Emily said as she sat in the passenger seat.

"I'll have her home by time for church," I said.

"That'd be a first," he said with a chuckle.

As we drove off, she said, "Just so you know. I didn't wear panties, so if you want to get started early."

"Claire told me her sister gets right to the point," I said.

"Being shy never gets you anywhere," she said with a sly grin. "Don't believe in it." She opened her legs and I dutifully put my hand between her thighs. She was already wet, and my finger slid easily into her. As I drove I kept my sister-in-law fully occupied. She moaned and leaned her head back.

At the Marriott the desk clerk asked me if it was a honeymoon. "Not quite," I said, smiling at Emily. He told me to have a good night and I said, "I am sure I will."

On the way up in the elevator I reached up under Emily's dress and found her pussy even wetter than before. I managed three fingers into her and she stood with her eyes closed and her mouth just partially open. "Oh, brother dear, you have a way with your hands that leaves a girl breathless," she said.

At the door to the room we were kissing when an older couple walked by. "Young love is wonderful," the older lady said. I kicked the door closed with my foot and began taking off Emily's clothes. She helped me by slipping out of her skirt, then pulling her panties over her hips and down her legs. She was naked in a flash and then started working on undressing me. In less than a minutes we were both naked and heading for the bed. I didn't bother pulling back the bedspread and she went down on her back and pulled me to her.

I was hard and ready, and my erection was like a guided missile aimed at the target that I found without looking. The head of my cock pushed between her wet pussy lips and I slipped inside without a bit of resistance since she was so moist. She began moving her hips to match my movement in and out of her. As I moved in her, she began moaning softly, saying yes over and over.

She told me she had had her tubes tied and not to worrying about coming, and when I started I realized I could not have stopped her even if I had wanted to. When my balls were emptied and we had recovered, I scooted down until my mouth was at her pussy.

I began to kiss and lick and suck and push my tongue deep into her sweet canal. She put her hand on top of my head and pressed down, forcing me against her lovely cunt. Her juices flowed down my throat as I ate joyfully my wife's sister in a hotel room at the Marriott Hotel by LAX.

In the morning we ordered room service and ate Eggs Benedict in bed, naked and side by side, satisfied and happy. "My sister picked well," she said before taking a forkful of eggs and ham with a bit of Hollandaise sauce into her mouth. After breakfast we repeated the procedure and left the hotel smiling and full and walking with energy in our stride.

"How did you get along with my sister?" Claire asked once I was home. She stood in front of me with her hands linked on my shoulders behind my head.

"She said if we wanted to celebrate any other anniversaries, she would certainly be willing to help," I said with a grin. "She's a good sister and a better bedmate. I think we found a good way to celebrate our anniversaries," I said. "What do you say to us asking Glen and Emily if they'd like to see Niagara Falls with us?" I asked.

"I think that might be a fun weekend," she said. "I'm in."

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