A note to readers:
This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date. This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group, so I have applied this moniker to all chapters. The story is still being written, yet I intend to post a new chapter every couple of days. Enjoy.
Chapter 6 – Ostentatious Dinner and Some Sexy Ideas
Mark
I called Elsa on Saturday morning, getting her on the first ring. She informed me that my caller ID on her phone still showed me as 'Mark Worth' due to the character truncation, but also reminded me that I was forgiven.
I asked about Cindy. She was doing her own errands and such that morning, but the sisters had planned to get together for a late lunch about one-thirty unless I had better plans. My request to join them was met with enthusiasm.
I worked all morning at my corporate headquarters and then met Cindy and Elsa sitting outside of the Sweet Salads restaurant. They'd waited for me to order, and chided me for ordering a roast beef sandwich loaded with red meat, whereas they got 'healthy' salads that allowed them to keep their svelte figures, remain sexy, and thereby be erotically pleasing to my eyes while being oversexed nymphomaniacs. They explained in great sexual detail exactly how erotically pleasurable they could be because of the salads. I allowed as how roast beef allowed me to make love to the two of them twice in one session, and that pretty much ended that argument.
I had made a note on my cellphone to talk to my doctor about drugs, hormones, and supplements that could help my own sexual performance. I got it in my head that I wanted to be able to pleasure both women even more in a session. That might be a feat given my current physiology, but I sure wanted to try.
I asked them if they'd like to go to a great upscale steak restaurant and have some fun that evening. Both women agreed that sounded nice despite the promise of red meat. I suggested that I pick them up at Elsa's at four so that we could get an early start and get there together. I told them to dress 'ultra chic,' and then I left them for a couple of hours to organize things and attend to several business calls.
When I picked them up at Elsa's, I was wearing a bespoke dark blue suit I'd had made for me on Savile Row in London, along with a starched shirt and rep tie. I had a bright red handkerchief adorning the breast pocket of my suit jacket to give my otherwise drab appearance a splash of color.
I knocked on Elsa's door and Cindy opened it. She was wearing a mid-thigh cocktail dress that had a silvery metallic look to it. The dress was sleeveless, and also emphasized her perfect figure the way it fit, particularly over her breasts. Her legs looked like they went on forever, ending in some heels that made me wonder how she could walk in them yet they made her legs look so sexy. Elsa came around the corner and passed a shawl to Cindy. She wore a similar style dress that was electric blue with matching heels. I got hot kisses from each of them.
I escorted the women to the limousine, and we started rolling. Twenty minutes later, to their surprise, we turned into a special side gate at the city airport. My driver had a transponder that automatically opened the gate as we approached. He drove us right up next to my Cessna Citation X. The door was open and the stairway deployed; my two pilots were chatting at the bottom of the stairs, but welcomed us as we drove up.
The women were obviously impressed, and I have to admit that was the reaction I'd been hoping for. We got on the plane, I greeted the crew, the door shut, and the engines started to immediately spool up. I helped them into their seats and seatbelts, gave them my brief safety speech, and by then we were almost at the end of the runway ready to takeoff. I didn't respond to the questions about our destination, only promising that they'd like dinner.
The flight to Midway Airport just south of downtown Chicago took a little over an hour-and-a-half. We blended into the arriving traffic that seemed to consist mostly of Southwest Airlines' 737s, landed, and taxied to the general aviation side of the field.
John, my pilot, came out and opened the plane's door and stairway, and we descended right into another stretch limousine. As soon as we were seated the car pulled away, and twenty-five minutes later we pulled up in front of Benny's Steakhouse inside the Loop. I escorted the two best-dressed women in the country into the restaurant to the looks and stares of everyone else in the place.
We had a marvelous meal, and again some of the most flavorful and tenderest meat there was on the planet. Without any regard for paying because I had an account there, when we were through we got up and left, finding our limo right outside waiting for us. The driver gave us a quick tour of the downtown; focusing on Michigan Avenue and all of the fabulous 'Fifth Avenue' shops there. I could see the girls had great interest in window-shopping. I made a note to offer them a daytrip back there sometime soon.
We then went back to Midway Airport, and were back in the air on the way home a few minutes later.
After we reached altitude, Elsa asked me if either pilot ever came back to this part of the plane. I commented that I seldom saw them except getting on or off of the plane. She got a positively lewd look on her face, and Cindy immediately picked up her vibes and followed suit. I got the signals and understood. I went up front for a moment and spoke to the pilots, suggesting that they stay 'up front' the rest of the trip. Both men laughed and nodded their compliance.
I returned and stood in the aisle between the two women. In seconds, Elsa had my pants unbuckled and unzipped. Cindy pushed them down my legs, and then my somewhat flaccid cock was in Elsa's mouth rapidly becoming harder than a wrought iron bar. Cindy got in on the act too, as Elsa hiked her skirt up and pulled the top of her dress off her shoulders and down, to make her nearly naked except for the bunched up dress around her midsection.
She reclined her wide leather seat and spread her legs, gave me a devilish grin, and said, "Fuck me, Lover." I did just that.
About ten minutes in, Elsa made me repeat the process with Cindy who had acquired a similar posture across the narrow aisle as she'd watched me fucking her sister. She'd been jilling off watching us and providing me additional pornographic eye candy. We were having fun, and there was a lot of comment about the Mile High Club, and the various subcommittees that might comprise such an operation: cunnilingus training, blowjob coaching, ass fucking, clean up, intimate contact, and more.
I went back and forth between the two women after that, as they urged me on and talked very dirty about what was happening and where I should discharge my load. I was finding our threesome something I had seriously missed in my life, but I didn't know it. I didn't want this to stop, and the prurient part of my brain kept yelling, 'More, more, more.' I wondered if I was oversexed suddenly and going to shock the girls in some way because I was so lascivious.
As fate would have it, I came inside Cindy – blasting a huge load into her sodden cunt as she held her legs back so I had an open and willing pussy to fuck. I wondered about cleanup, but there wasn't time.
