Author's Note: While it isn't necessary to read "Helping Sis Out 1 – or 2", it will help you have a better understanding of the story.
Paul was royally pissed. He'd only been married one month, back from his honeymoon for a week and they already had him working extra hours with the other actors and actresses. The part was good, but if it meant being away from his Jesse – and his Anya – it wasn't worth it.
The money was great, true. And it was probably the best role he'd ever had, the villain of the piece. But the last three nights, he'd worked well past midnight and come home to find the girls cuddled up in bed, sound asleep. They had obviously sated each other's sexual appetites, but their man had gone nearly a week without.
Few men had the life Paul had, many of them could only dream of it. Being married to tall, lovely, blonde Jesse and being the lover of her beautiful, sexy, wild sister Anya. Sharing a bed with both of them. Watching them grant his every sexual fantasy and give him a few new ones.
He had begun an affair with Anya while he was seeing Jesse. He loved Jesse with all his heart, but Anya had an unbridled sexuality that kept him coming him back. It didn't matter to the girls – they had been lovers even longer and were more than happy to share him.
The honeymoon had been wilder than any porn movie. Jesse had stood on the balcony, bikini bottom down around her ankles, while Anya fucked her with a dildo and Paul screwed Anya, first up her sweet, shaved pussy, then up the ass.
After a wild night at a Montreal nightclub, they came back to the Hotel and ordered room service. Both Jesse and Anya thought the cute French girl who delivered the food was scrumptious, so they made a lot of overtures to her. The girl didn't speak a lot of English, his wives didn't speak much French – but they made themselves clear enough and soon had the girl under them, Nikole eating Jesse's pussy while Anya ate her cunt. Paul had enough presence of mind to call down to the desk and tell them his wife was not feeling well and Nikole was attending to her.
At the time, Nikole's pretty little face was buried deeply in Anya's pussy from behind, Anya was devouring her sister's blonde-furred cunt, Jesse was being adored and Paul was drilling the little French Canadian cutie up her ass. "Oui, oui, OUI!" she screamed as Paul took her savagely, his women adoring every minute of this sexual escapade.
It seemed every moment of their honeymoon was charged with love and sex. They went to a jewelers and had Jesse's wedding ring duplicated for Anya, to seal their commitment as a permanent threesome. Anya cried like a baby when Jesse and Paul slid it on her finger, then she sucked off both her lovers all the way back to the hotel. They went to lunch that afternoon with the biggest smiles on their faces.
Paul's favorite moment was when he went to Ottawa to see the Aerospace Museum, the girls went out shopping. He saw the Avro Arrow and all the old planes, Paul sated his passion for all things pertaining to flight and drove back to the hotel. He was hungry, he wanted to gather his girls and go have dinner.
He entered their room, called out to the girls and when they came into the room, he forgot all about having dinner.
Jesse was wearing a long, flowing white negligee, around her neck was a white, leather collar. Attached to it was a long, silver chain, the other end of which was in Anya's hand.
His sweet, kinky Anya was wearing thigh-high, black leather "Fuck Me" boots and seamed black silk stockings. She wore a black lace thong, but above that she was wearing a black leather bustier, laced all the way up the top. She'd left a bit of it strategically unlaced, revealing her tanned, silky skin. She had let her hair go wild and tousled, and wore a black leather biker's cap. Paul smiled, wondering what his kinky other bride had in mind?
"Well, my darlings, have you been misbehaving?" he said, grinning at his ladies.
"Jesse has,darling!" Anya said, affecting a mock-strict appearance. "I ordered the little slut to service my cunt and she wouldn't do it!"
Getting into their game, Paul played along. "Jesse, is this true? You know I don't like it when you are willful."
Jesse looked up at her husband and smiled, playing along. "Yes sir. I'm sorry, but I just didn't want to suck her cunt." She looked at him, her luminescent blue eyes on fire with love for both of them. She was so beautiful, truly stunning in the filmy negligee. Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper as she spoke. "Mistress Anya told me that as punishment, she is going to fuck you and I must watch and do whatever she commands." Paul smiled at his creative brides.
Paul smiled, continuing to play along. "Did Mistress Anya tell you that you are also to undress me, dearest Jesse? Now hurry up, be quick about it."
Anya gave her sister enough freedom to do as Paul commanded. The delight clearly shining in Jesse's blue eyes, she undressed her husband as her sister watched eagerly. Anya swatted her sister's rump with a black riding crop and barked "You aren't moving fast enough bitch, move it!"
They played like that for hours. He watched his cock move in and out of his lover's pussy while her sister watched and masturbated herself. He loved watching Jesse at play, a dreamlike quality came over her face every time. Then, for being disobedient, Anya "punished" Jesse by fucking her with a ribbed dildo. Jesse climaxed all over the place, then Paul turned the heat up a notch by fucking his mistress up the ass as she did so.
Every day brought new delights, but he'd missed having his girls the last 6 nights. He had called and asked them to wait up, Jesse's sweet voice told him the girls would have a nap and wait for him. He was going to be with his babies again and was thrilled.
As he put on his overcoat, one of his co-stars, "Pixie" ran after him. Her real name was Patricia, but at only 5'2" tall, with her short-cropped black hair and dazzling green eyes, everyone had called her "Pixie" and she liked it, so it had stuck.
"Can we share a cab Paul? I'm going in your direction and you could drop me along the way."
He smiled at the pretty girl. She was a sweetheart, if she'd been a few years older and he'd been younger – or unmarried – he might have made a play for her. She played his baby sister in the play and a few times when he'd hug her, he was certain she was rubbing a little too close. He got a few hard-ons during his scene with the pretty nineteen-year old.
"Sure thing Pixie. My wife is waiting up for me, a few extra minutes won't make much difference."
"I understand you live with your wife and sister-in-law. That must be a little trying at times, with a lack of privacy."
Paul thought "If only you knew Pixie" and phoned for a taxi. It arrived within minutes, while they were riding in the cab, Pixie remembered something.
"Shoot, my roommate's having company tonight, I was supposed to call and see if the coast is clear. I didn't bring my phone."
