I have been very busy lately trying to keep with satisfying my eager step-sons and their constant sexual needs. Tom prefers to ass fuck me when we are alone and enjoys abusing me at these times, slapping me hard, forcing my face into his cock, calling me derogatory names and pissing in my face. When with Denise he treats me better and likes fucking our twats and mouths while we 69 together.
Matt has had a few more parties where I am both the hostess and the door prize. As Matt can fuck me any time we are alone, at the parties he tends to have me focus on satisfying his 3 friends, enjoying his role as party master, defining who can use me when and in what ways. His favorite is definitely having me squat over one boy and mount his cock and ride him up and down on his dick using only my legs while I hold both cocks of the other two boys and alternate sucking and stroking them. As the boys are all 18 their ability to cum repeatedly is amazing and each typically cums in my pussy, in my mouth or on my breasts 3 or 4 times a night.
A few days ago the third and oldest of my step-sons came for a visit along with his wife. They are each about 30 years old and live at the other end of the city. He is a surgeon at a local hospital and she has a law office. He is a bit short and puggy, like his father, but she is something of a beauty queen - tall slender beautiful blonde, perfect smile, dreamy eyes, plump lips ample perky breasts, 36C I would guess. Anyway, they were visiting my husband and I and suggested that we visit them for dinner this Wednesday. My husband said that he would be away on business (as always) but he suggested that I still attend. I welcomed the opportunity for a change and accepted their kind offer.
Wishing to suggest that I was a good wholesome type of wife for my in-laws I dressed rather conservatively for the visit, wearing a thick long dress buttoned up to my neckline, hair up in a bun, flats and without any make up. Arriving at their house we all sat and chatted together. His name is John, and she is Christine. Christine was exceptionally prim and proper, obviously the product of a very wealthy and prestigious family. John was polite but made me uncomfortable by seeming to frequently have with eyes fixated upon my bust line. We had just finished dinner and were about to open another bottle of wine when John's cell range and he announced that he had to go to the hospital for an emergency but would return shortly and encouraged us girls to stay and have a few more drinks until he could get back.
As I was enjoying the evening and the wine, I accepted the offer to prolong my stay. As Christine and I had a few more drinks she began to ask peculiar inquiries of me. She asked if as a nun whether I had any sexual experiences in the convent. And now as a wife whether I had any fantasies I would like to explore. She asked if I was accustomed to drinking yet and if I ever tried wearing sexy clothes. And lastly, and most strangely, she asked how large my breasts were, and were they natural, commenting that she couldn't help but notice her husband's apparent infatuation with them.
I was shocked by these questions and tried to answer them as best I could, being honest but reserved. I said that my bust was a natural 38DD and that I had noticed her husband's attention toward them and felt ashamed of myself, but she explained that his staring actually turned her on! I mentioned that at the convent I had no sexual contact with the other nuns but that we did shower together and confessed that I had admired the figures of some of the ladies and noticed many of them glaring at my large breasts. I also confessed that while I had no particular fantasies I did find the sex in my marriage on the dull side. I also mentioned suggestively that I was not used to drinking and that I tried to restrict my intact as unfortunately alcohol left me highly prone to suggestion and I was afraid it might get me into some trouble someday. And lastly I confessed that I had always been curious about sexy clothes but that I had always been too shy and nervous to ever try any on.
Bringing us both another glass of wine she said that she had many sexy outfits upstairs that we could try on together while John was away. Just a little girl fun she explained. I giggled and pretended to be shy, saying that I must politely decline her offer. But she persisted and with the next glass of wine I submitted and agreed to try on a few of the less naughty clothes she had. Ascending the stairs with her to their bedroom I deliberately swayed quite a bit to give the impression that I was more tipsy than I truly was.
She brought out a number of sexy little negligées and laid them on the bed. She said that these would look very sexy on me. I explained that I was much too shy to wear such revealing clothes but she just said abruptly "Oh, such nonsense. You will love them once you try them on. You just need to shed that heavy dress first." I hesitated and hummed and procrastinated, saying I didn't think that I was ready yet. After a while she grew impatient and ordered sternly "Grace, just take off the dress, now!"
My eyes dropped to the floor and I began to disrobe, uttering in a little girl's voice "Yes Mother Superior, as you command."
Looking at my body now stripped down to my bra and panties Christine asked "why did you do as I told you to do when I used a firm voice, and why did you call me mother superior?"
"We were trained in the convent to obey the mother superior without question. We were all very frightened by her and all very much under her strict control. As I mentioned, when I drink I tend to be open to suggestion, obeying strict orders given to me. Just habit I suppose. Sorry for being so docile Christine." I responded meekly.
"Obey without question," she repeated, "hmmm, certainly opens up some interesting possibilities."
"What was that madam?" I inquired, pretending to have not heard her.
"Oh nothing dear." she responded and then continued with her thought "So the challenge we have here is that you are quite busty and to fit in these outfits you will need to remove your bra. They will still be very tight, but they should fit."
I continued to make excuses, saying that I felt uncomfortable removing my bra in front of her and tried to delay, after which she looked me in the eyes and demanded "Grace, you remove your bra right now!"
Dropping my eyes to the ground again I replied humbly "Yes Mother Superior." and unclasping my bra let it fall to the ground.
Putting her finger to my chin and lifting my head up she said "Call me Mistress, and look me in the eyes when I give you an order and you obey."
"Yes Mistress I replied", keeping my eyes in line with hers.
"Good girl," she said and then added "now let's have a look at these breasts shall we."
Standing still and straight before her I let her eyes explore my exposed hanging breasts. Extending her arms she cupped each breast in a hand and began to lift and squeeze them. "Well these certainly are very heavy and pendulous breasts that you have Grace. Massive and perfectly shaped. I can understand now why my husband is so infatuated with your tits. And such big dark nipples you have too." she added as she released my breasts and began to pull on my firm nipples.
Having me stand before her only in my panties she began to bombard me with further questions. She asked if I enjoyed looking at the others nuns naked, and if I had masturbated fantasying about being with one of them. She asked if I had enjoyed her playing with my breasts. And she asked if I had ever slept with any man other than John's father and if I masturbated fantasying about other men.
I confessed that I had rubbed myself imagining being together with some if the nuns and that I had only slept with my husband. I also confided that I had fantasized about what other cocks would feel like inside of me, and that I had thoroughly enjoyed her touching my breasts.
