What if identical twins married the wrong identical twin?
Double the pleasure, double the fun, and double the trouble, what if identical twins married to identical twins married the wrong identical twin? Just as other women are always prettier and sexier, other cocks are always bigger and harder on the other side of the neighbor's fence, especially when the neighbors are identical twins married to identical twins. A weird, sexy, sexual scenario, Angelo is married to Theresa and his identical twin brother, Anthony, is married to Theresa's identical twin sister, Maria.
First of all, what are the odds of identical twins marrying identical twins? Seriously, what are the odds of that happening? Actually the odds are better than you'd think. Identical twins oftentimes have a penchant for marrying identical twins. Who knew? Go figure. A psychiatrist and/or social scientist could win a grant studying such an abnormal phenomena.
Difficult enough to identify one set of identical twins, it's even more difficult to identify two identical sets of twins. Just imagine all of the practical jokes that could be played on those not knowing they were identical twins and/or not being able to tell one twin from the other twin. Yet, with one twin sometimes having the same thoughts and feeling as the other twin, perhaps twins marrying twins wasn't that farfetched.
Happy for a while, it wasn't until after they were married for ten years that they started to wonder and to question if they had married the wrong twin. It wasn't until after they were married for ten years that they wondered and questioned how different their life would have been if they had married the other identical twin. Only, too late now, while lusting over the one they truly loved from afar, they were stuck in a loveless marriage.
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"If only sex was the way it was in the movies, so romantic yet, sadly, so purely fictional, I'd look forward to having sex with Angelo," said Theresa furrowing her brow while looking at her identical twin sister with trepidation.
She spoke with sadness and obvious sexual frustration while talking to her next door neighbor and her best friend, who happened to also be her identical twin sister, Maria, over the backyard fence. Even though they told one another everything and had no secrets, something they never discussed in a lifetime of knowing one another, they never talked about sex. Sex was taboo. Sex was off limits. As if sex didn't exist between them and their husbands, sex was a subject they didn't discuss.
They stopped discussing sex and their men with one another long ago, when they were teenagers and somehow ended up dating the same guy. It's amazing how one man could come between sisters, especially twin sisters. With it apparently every man's sexual fantasy to date identical twin sisters, it wasn't Theresa's nor Maria's sexual fantasy to date the same man.
As soon as they both realized they were dating the same man and he was playing them, they dumped him. Yet, scarred from the experience, the damage to their psyche was done. They spent the next several years not discussing their love lives with one another until they ended up marrying twins, identical twins. Yet, even then, they never discussed their sexual lives until they eased into it now.
Weird, so weird for that to happen to them, dating the same man. Instead of one giving up the man they dated for the other, they both stopped dating him. When they discovered he was playing them and trying to come between them, neither of the twins wanted him. Right then and right there, they swore that no man would ever come between them. Right there and right then, their bond as sisters, identical twin sisters was stronger than the love they felt for any man they dated. The only love that approached the love they felt for one another was the love they felt for their children and now for their husbands, of course, but that was a different kind of love.
Theresa looked at Maria to see her reaction to her bringing up the sex word. Five years before they were even married, it had been 15 years since either sister shared her sexual life with her sister. Sometimes, with them so identically alike, as if looking in the mirror at themselves, they not only shared the same feelings, wants, needs, desires, and thoughts but also they shared the same facial expressions. With them both talking with their hands, in the way Italians have a habit of doing, talking at the same time and even finishing the other's thoughts, it was oftentimes difficult to tell one woman from the other.
An off limits topic, even with twins, especially with twins, always changing the subject when getting around to discussing sex, sex was something they went out of their way to avoid and not to discuss. Normally, they only talked about the weather, religion, politics, art, something in the news, television programs, movies, music, childhood experiences, and/or their children. Obviously both women were just as uncomfortable airing their dirty laundry in public as they were talking about sex, even to their identical twin sister, especially to their identical twin sister. Only, by responding in kind, Maria looked just as eager to discuss the forbidden topic of sex as obviously was Theresa. Evidentially, while testing the waters before broaching the subject, it was Theresa who had opened the floodgates to have the sexual conversation that would inevitably control their thoughts, their wants, their needs, their desires, and their emotions.
"I know what you mean. My Tony is the same way," said Maria looking at Theresa with as much sadness as she looked at her with sexual frustration. "Madonna Mia, not for nothin' Theresa, he's a wonderful man but I can't remember when he gave me oral sex last," she said using her hands to help express and reinforce the explanation of her words. "It's been such a long time since he licked my pussy," she said lowering her voice. She looked around to make sure that no one was listening and could hear her talking about s-e-x.
Theresa nodded her head in agreement.
"Forget about Angelo going down on me. Fuhgeddabouddit," said Theresa waving down her hand of disappointment while saying forget about it as if it was one word. "What he used to do all the time when we were dating, he doesn't do now."
Maria shook her head in disappointment and in sexual frustration.
"I can't remember when Tony gave me an orgasm with his mouth and tongue or even with his fingers. Fuhgeddabouddit. I can't remember when I had an orgasm other than with my own fingers, vibrator, and/or dildo. Forget about making slow love to me, all he wants is a quickie and to fuck me or for me to blow him," said Maria throwing her hands up in the air. "He'd be happy if I sucked his cock every morning, every night, and double that on the weekends. Fuhgeddabouddit. I give up. Fanculo, he's such a faccia bruta," said Maria.
Having opened the floodgates of their husband's sexual shortcomings with their personal and private sexual complaints, a long time coming, obviously both women were not only ready but eager to have this marital sex conversation. Evidentally willing to go where she never went before in discussing her personal, private, sexual life with her best friend, her next door neighbor, and her identical twin sister, Maria volunteered more than expected to Theresa.
Responding in kind, obviously not wanting the conversation to die now that it started, Theresa added her own personal, private, sexual information about Angelo too. In the way they always did as children, they took one another in their confidence. They shared their secret sexual moments in the way they'd never share them with their doctor, their priest, their psychiatrist, their friends, or even with their husbands, especially not with their husbands.
"Me too," said Theresa. "I can't remember when Angelo gave me an orgasm. Yet, if we were a couple of young, beautiful blondes with big tits, tight asses, and hot bodies, with them dying to get in our pants, their mouths would be full with our pussies. God only knows what they do, where they go, and who they're with when we're not around," said Theresa with anger, possessiveness, and jealousy.
Maria nodded her head in agreement.
"God only knows what they do, where they go, and who they're with when we're not around," said Maria. "Yet, if my Tony ever cheated on me, I'd cut off his dick and I'd cut off the tits of the woman he dared to cheat on me with," said Maria waving her hand as if she was wielding a knife.
Theresa nodded her head in agreement.
"Madonna Mia," said Theresa signing herself with the cross. "I swear to God that if ever I caught my Angelo with another woman, I'd shoot them both dead before dumping their bodies in the east river to swim with the fishes," said Theresa.
The women fell silent before Maria gave her sister an evil smile and spoke.
"If only my Tony looked like George Clooney or Brad Pitt, my mouth would be full with his cock night and day," said Maria with a dirty laugh while holding her clasped hands up to her chest and swooning. Apparently off in her sexual fantasy world, a confession she never made to her sister, she swooned with her confession of wanting to blow George Clooney and/or Brad Pitt. "Oh, God, I would so suck either one of them or both of them together. They're so sexy. They're so hot. They could give me a cum bath any day, every day," she said with another dirty laugh.
Now it was Theresa's turn to respond in kind.
"Now there's two men that I'd fall to my knees and suck off. Fuhgeddabouddit. Definitely I'd blow them. Either one or both of them could cum in my mouth and/or pussy any day, every day," said Theresa. "Clooney and Pitt have always been two of the men who have played starring roles in my sexual fantasies. Oh, my God, I'd love for either man to make me his dirty bitch and filthy whore," she said with a laugh. She paused to look at her sister. "I wonder if either of them have had sex with identical twin sisters," she said with a big, dirty laugh that made her sister laugh with her too.
Both women continued laughing before falling silent again. Then, as if reconsidering what she was going to say next, Maria gave her sister a long, pensive look before saying what she was thinking.
