My wife, Peg, and I were invited to my sister-in-law's for Thanksgiving last year and we always tried to accommodate her, first, because she's my wife's sister and, second, because she's a widow having lost her husband in the Iraq War. She and Peg have always been close, there's just a year and a half difference, Janet, being the younger one.
During the meal, the conversation somehow got onto massages, I might have mentioned the back pains I'd been having, I don't know, and Janet said that she had a massage table in the back bedroom and that she'd be happy to give me a massage after we'd eaten.
Well, I'd had massages before and they've always been quite pleasant, quite enjoyable, so I readily agreed.
After we'd helped clear the table and load and start the dishwasher, she took me back to the spare bedroom and put up the table.
"Here's a towel, get undressed and lay on your stomach and put this over your butt," she said and she left the room. So, I stripped, got on the table and Peg draped the towel over me, then called her sister back into the room.
Janet squirted some lotion on my shoulders and began massaging me, showing Peg how to work my shoulders and back, especially my lower back where I'd been having the most discomfort lately.
It really was quite lovely, even kind of sexy, though, of course, my wife was right there, even doing some of the massaging. I'd never really had much sexual interest in Janet even though she was pretty, more or less a slightly younger version of my wife.
With Peg and me, the last few years had seen her interest in sex diminish while mine, well, if anything, might have even increased, who knows why? Maybe just because Peg's had fallen.
But, the massage, well, four female hands sliding over my body, it was having an effect on relaxing me except for one spot that I was laying on.
They moved to my legs, Peg on my left side, Jan on my right and began with my feet and arches.
All this time, they're talking a bit about how to relax certain muscles, Janet showing her different techniques and so on, as I lay there being as pampered as I'd never been before.
They worked their way up my calves and onto my thighs as I felt a hand glide up my inner thigh and fingertips graze across the side of my testicles. And not once or twice but over and over, each time going just a bit higher and spending a little more time there. And, it was along my right thigh.
"Time to turn over, Stan," Janet said and I moved onto my back as Peg shifted the towel, keeping it over me. I knew, though, that there could be no secret of my arousal, it would have been obvious to an orbiting satellite.
Janet had Peg shift back up to my shoulders and they used more lotion and began working my muscles steadily, then onto my arms and chest.
I wasn't sure that Janet's rubbing my nipples was a standard massage technique but Peg was soon doing the same on her side, now my right.
Then, Jan had them move to my feet and they began their upward climb, rubbing as they headed toward the obvious erection lurking under the towel.
Peg was rubbing my thigh as her younger sister's hands slid between my legs to work my inner thigh as I felt her hands go higher, even under the towel, the back of her hand brushing right along the shaft of my cock.
"I think I'm feeling some real stiffness, Sis, think I should see what I can do to relieve it? It does seem to be bothering Stan, look," she said as she swept the towel away.
I was looking at Peg as my hardened cock was bared and she's just as cool as can be, smiling at me while her sister squirts more lotion on me, this time right along the length of my cock, then spread it with her fingers.
"Let's see, I think I remember how to do this," Janet laughs as Peg says, "Oh, you look like it's all coming back," as her hand slides up and down.
All I could do was smile. It totally surprised me that my wife was a willing part to this, I mean, she had to be, otherwise she would have nipped it in the bud right near the beginning.
"You look happy, hon. Like your massage?" Peg asked as her sister stroked me up and down.
"This is kind of unbelievable but I'm sure not going to complain."
"Here, take over while I get comfy," Janet said to my wife as she pulled off her top and undid her bra and took it off. "There, that better?" she asked as her hands took me back.
"Oh, lots better, no complaints here," I told her, after all she had beautiful breasts, I'd seen her in a bikini and, well, she's thirty-seven and looks twenty-seven.
"Maybe I need to ask what brought this all about, though I'm sure not wanting it to stop?"
"Well, it's no secret, Stan, that my interest in sex is not what it used to be and, well, about three weeks ago, Janet and I were talking and she told me she was nothing but horny these days. So, I asked her if she might like to share my wifely duties, so to speak."
"Oh, I laughed when she said that, Stan, I really thought she was kidding," Janet said.
"But, she's not? Is that what this is about?" I asked them both.
