BEWITCHED BY TWO SISTERS. Part 3.
A reunion for one brought carnal pleasuring to all.
The first two parts of this story, under the title TWO SISTERS, and only different in some details, I have offered to readers before. It was well received. However, I felt even then that the story just begged for a conclusion which -- at the time -- just refused to be written.
Having fought and, hopefully, overcome my blocking inhibition, I now offer the conclusion that has tempted me for too long. It awaits your judgement.
I can only hope that the eroticism of the story -- as a whole and in its parts - will capture your interest.
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On the fifth day since arriving, Michael put in some work on his lectures. It was raining and after twenty laps in the municipal swimming centre, he cut his morning run short and returned to the hotel.
He met Rita in the entrance hall. They had a brief, friendly chat, with neither mentioning the night they had spent nor Lisa's threesome proposal.
While Rita flirtatiously smiled and seemed to encourage him, Michael was reticent in bringing it up or asking her for another date. He believed it was up to the sisters to show and tell if and how their unusual affair was to progress.
After lunch, walking through the entrance hall to the lift he saw, through the glass door of the reception office, Lisa at her desk. She looked up, smiled, and gave him a wave. Shortly after getting to his room, the phone rang.
It was Lisa. Somewhat hesitant, she asked why he was staying in today. Michael told her he was working; then Lisa marshalled her courage:
"Michael, I want to apologise for not ringing you sooner. I wanted to tell you how wonderful the night with you was for me. But I began to worry. Was I too aggressive? Did you think I was outrageously sluty in what I said, did, and proposed? Suddenly, the prospect of facing you, even talking to you on the phone, scared me out of my wits. I had a long talk with Rita. She assured me that everything that could happen between us three was good and exciting. She could knock on your door this afternoon. She wants to arrange our first meeting, the sexy hussy!"
Michael could only tell Lisa how happy she made him with her call as he had begun to think they had changed their mind about their joint, sexy adventure. He was, he told her, so much looking forward to it. Lisa giggled and closed their conversation with a breathy, "Bye, for now. Just as well, Michael, that you are as naughty as us."
It was mid-afternoon. Michael bent over his Air pad, was on his second cup of coffee when there was a knock on the door. Without waiting for the admitting reply, Rita breezed in. Not giving Michael time to get up, she walked up to the chair, slung her arms around him and kissed him on the neck. Looking over his shoulder at the pad's screen, she commented:
"This doesn't look very exciting. With Lisa and I seducing you, I thought I would catch you looking at sexier stuff on your Pad. You have some on it, haven't you? I have on mine."
Michael had managed to pull Rita on his lap. Not that she struggled or tried to pull down her dislodged skirt over her thighs. Her mind still fixed on the possible content of Michael's Air pad, she asked:
"Are you married, Michael? I bet your wife is pretty and sexy. You have pictures of her on this pad, haven't you?... Or your phone. All husbands have. Show me;... am I... or Lisa as sexy as she?"
Michael laughed:
"Yes, she is sexy and pretty but both of you are far sexier lovers than she ever was. I have no longer a picture of her on my phone or my pad. We divorced three years ago. But I can show you a picture of my daughter; she is pretty, twenty years old, and a student, in her third year of Medicine. I love her; we share the house. She protects me. She is more critical of my lady friends than I am allowed to be of her boyfriends."
Rita grinned, "Just as well for us she is not here. We would have to fight over you. She would think you in great danger from us."
"Am I?"
"Not unless you suffer from a hang-up about our threesome.
You are in no danger. Lisa and I are quite settled and satisfied with our present circumstances. We are not on the lookout for a different life with a new partner.
A quite different opportunity arose with you. We knew you from our teens and you were here for only a brief visit. We found you irresistibly sexy and decided to draw you into a brief holiday binge of pure sexual pleasure. There is nothing long-term binding in our affair. You don't need protecting by your darling daughter."
"I love your insisting that we binge on sexual pleasure.... Is there more on Lisa's and your wish list?... Almost half of my holiday here with you has passed already."
Rita stretched back in Michael's arm and pressed her boob harder into his left hand. Her thighs, caressed by his right, spread wider, inviting him to touch the moist warmth in the crotch of her panties.
Pretending to frown at him she said:
"We have not kept you waiting. Or don't you count your wild night with me and, I heard, the lascivious one with Lisa as part of our binge?"
"How could I forget; you turned me into a glutton for more and more of you.... I'll be leaving you in ten days. I can only hope that you and Lisa will spend alternative nights with me.... Or is there a change in the menu for our feasting? In any case, I will leave you as the saddest of men... but happily exhausted."
"What do you mean by change of menu?"
"Both you and Lisa have repeatedly used the term Threesome. Do you mean by that our arrangement: I have great sex with both of you, and you talk and share your sexual experience? All right, it is a threesome of sorts.
Or do you mean by Threesome what is conventionally meant? You told me that you watch porn on your pad. So, you know! Would you and Lisa want to join me in such a sexual Threesome?"
