Karen had left about an hour earlier, and after showering to remove the smell of sex I slumped down to watch TV in Julie's lounge – still dressed in only my jeans. I dozed in the warmth of the room, mesmerised by the monotone of the TV, and catching up on the rest I hadn't got the previous night. I was woken from my daze when I heard keys jangling at the door again.
"Hi lover, I'm home!"
Julie dropped her bags noisily in the hall-way and then popped her head around the door of the lounge, "Like some lunch?"
"That'd be nice" I said, and followed her into the kitchen.
She put away a few items of food that she'd obviously bought on her way home, and then picked some bread, and looked butter, cheese and ham out of the fridge.
"Work alright?" I asked,
"Oh, Okay I suppose. Needs must..." She said.
She started buttering the bread, and then, very matter-of-fact like, stopped, kicked off her shoes and dropped her trousers and thong to the floor.
"Oh God," she said "Do me now". Standing there in just her business blouse and jacket with her pussy just peeping out from under her blouse she looked divine, and my cock stood immediately to attention again. I moved towards her, she bent over the kitchen side with her legs slightly parted offering me her swollen pussy, just like she had done the first time we'd fucked.
I moved in behind her and slid into her with ease.
"I've been thinking about you fucking my sister," she said as we moved together, "It made me feel so horny!"
"I'd never have guessed!"
She ground her pussy into my groin, and reached down between us so that she could caress my balls and stimulate her own clit at the same time. "Would you like to fuck her again?" she asked, her breath now coming in short pants.
I decide not to answer and just concentrated on making her come. I moved my dick in a circular motion as I pumped in and out, and she came as loudly as ever.
She pulled away and turned around, tugging at her remaining clothes until she was totally naked again. She laid down on the clothes-strewn kitchen floor, and I joined her, slipping into her sodden wet cunt easily again, and pumping deeply whilst I bit and chewed her nipples. She pulled me into her as much as possible and soon we both came again, our combined juices leaving a puddle on the kitchen floor..
After a few minutes of recovery she spoke again, "Well?"
"Well what?"
"You know 'well what'. Do you want to fuck Karen again."
"If it means I can't fuck you any more then no."
"And if it means you can still fuck me?"
"What are you trying to say?"
"See Karen is lonely, her boyfriend is a bastard, and she hasn't got the confidence to look for another man. I feel sorry for her so I'm prepared to share you until she sorts herself out."
I felt like all of my Christmasses had just come at once. Here was Julie who I had lusted after as long as I'd known her, who had only let me fuck her quite recently, telling me I could still continue to fuck her, even if I also wanted to fuck her horny little sister who could squirt fluid a foot down her legs every time she came.
"I'll think about it." I said, but just thinking about it had made me start to grow hard again, and I moved back towards her.
"Later." She said, patting my member. She stood up, gathered up her clothes and went up the stairs to dress.
After we had both dressed we did get that lunch and a coffee. We sat in the lounge that afternoon huddled together, not really watching the TV which was droning on in the corner but just enjoying each others company. I was quite relieved actually, as my cock was getting quite sore with all the action that it wasn't used to, so a few hours 'recovery time' was much appreciated.
At about five o'clock with the evening shadows lengthening outside, Julie's telephone rang.
"Hello...Oh no...Oh you poor thing...yes you must...no, no, don't stay there...yes of course it's OK...I'll see you then. Bye-ee."
Apparently Karen had tried to make up with her boyfriend but it hadn't worked, and resulted in an even bigger argument than before, so Julie had asked her back to stay 'for as long as it takes', and she was on her way over.
Julie snuggled back into my arms on the sofa, but suddenly sat up and looked at me seriously,
"Poor Karen, I do feel sorry for her."
I nodded in genuine agreement. How could any man upset such a horny and willing woman. Christ, if she was mine we'd spend all our spare time in bed (cock allowing).
"Listen to me," Julie's voice had turned stern, "You must fuck her OK? That bastard boyfriend of hers hasn't touched her in over a year, and aside from that quickie she helped herself to this morning she's virtually a virgin."
I couldn't let on that this wasn't, actually the case, so I nodded.
"She needs a good seeing to," Julie continued, "So I'll wait until she's here, and then make up some excuse to go out – work or something – then you'll have a couple of hours to make her happy, but don't take any longer than about ten o'clock because..."
"Because?" I interrupted.
"Because.." she said, her face now breaking into a broad smile, "Well... I have needs too you know!" and she flopped back into the warm spot she had left on my chest.
Karen arrived at about six-thirty, and she did look in a state. Her eyes were puffy with crying, and her make-up had run down her face. Julie ushered her upstairs to 'tidy her up a bit' whilst I sat and watched the TV.
Twenty minutes later they both reappeared downstairs, and Julie made Karen a cup of tea. She sat in the chair opposite me with her elbows on her knees, cupping the tea-mug in her hands and blowing the steam away. She was dressed in a very nice figure-hugging pencil-line skirt which was sandwiched between a roll-neck sweater (which nicely accented her large chest) and a pair of – what I assumed were – white tights.
I couldn't believe that any man could treat her so badly. She was a gentle woman with a very curvaceous figure, and she looked absolutely impeccable.
After enough time to finish her tea Julie looked at her watch and in mock horror said "Oh God is that the time, I've got to be back at work to finish those passes."
She grabbed keys and coat and went for the door, winking at me as she left. The door slammed behind her and Karen and I were alone again.
"Okay?" I asked.
"Not bad" she replied, sniffling back a few tears.
"He isn't worth it you know." I walked towards her and put my arm around her shoulder, "Any man who treats a woman like that isn't worth the time of day"
