Friday morning came and I was up before the girls as I had to go to work. Margaret had taken the day off in order to spend some time with her sister. I left the house with them still both fast asleep in bed.
Fortunately it was a quiet day in the office as I found it hard to concentrate on work. The events of last night were still spinning around in my head. I could hardly believe the change that had suddenly come over my wife and what had happened between us and her sister Jill. Was it really Margaret catching Jill and I in the act that had prompted her complete change of attitude or was there a plan hatched up between the sisters? If that was the case, who had come up with the idea? If it was Margaret, it suggested to me that she was as unhappy with our existing sex life as I was. Perhaps the fault lay more with me than her. So many questions and so few answers.
The day seemed to drag on for ever and I was desperately keen to get home, but I had a late meeting starting at five that afternoon, so I had to stay. I honestly couldn't tell you a thing that was said in that meeting, but it went on for ages and it was past eight p.m. by the time it finished and I had made my way back home. My stomach was rumbling throughout the drive home. I hadn't eaten since grabbing a sandwich at mid-day, but food was the last thing on my mind.
Turning my key in the lock, I'm sure I half expected to open the door and find a wild bacchanalian orgy taking place in my front room. But, of course, there was nothing. Everything was quiet, in fact too quiet. There seemed to be no-one home.
I walked through the hallway and called out to Margaret, "Hey, anyone home."
"Upstairs, Honey!" she called back, her voice coming from upstairs, seemingly from our bedroom.
I made my way up the stairs and walked into our bedroom. Margaret was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. She looked fabulous in what was clearly a new lingerie set, since I knew she owned no sexy underwear at all yesterday.
It was a red silk set trimmed with a little bit of black lace. The bra was thin material showing the natural shape of her breasts and her nipples were making two clear bumps in the delicate material. The knickers were also red with black trim. They were the cami-knicker type rather than brief panties, the type that are just tight enough to mould and cling to the buttocks but just loose enough to give a sexy shimmer when you walk.
But it wasn't just the underwear that took my breath away. Margaret had clearly spent all day getting a makeover. Her hair now had a distinct reddish tinge to its usual brown colour. The usually shapeless mop had been trimmed and carefully styled. Her makeup had been professionally done. Her skin looked clear and perfectly smooth. She had just a little colour to her lips, making them fuller and well-defined and something had been done to make her eyes look much larger and brighter than I ever remembered. She looked quite stunning and extremely sexy.
For a moment, I was speechless. I just stood and stared in amazement. Eventually I was able to form a few words. "Wow, Honey! You look absolutely beautiful" I said.
Margaret stood and walked towards me. She put a finger to my lips to suggest I should stop talking. I went to take her in my arms, but she fended me off and indicated I should stand still. She took off my jacket and dropped it on a nearby chair. Pulling off my tie, she unbuttoned my shirt and both items were deposited on top of the jacket.
Next she undid my belt and pulled it out through the loops on my trousers. Dropping to her knees, she undid my shoelaces and had me step out of my shoes and socks.
Turning me around and pushing me backwards until I was standing in front of the bed the bed, she undid my trousers and, as she made me sit in the spot she had been occupying, she pulled down both my trousers and underpants. Once seated, I raised my legs so that she could remove both items completely.
Now that I was naked, she pushed me back until I was lying on my back in the middle of our king-size bed. Climbing onto the bed, she positioned herself at my side, kneeling near my hip and facing across me toward the door.
"I hope you won't mind if Jill joins us," she said and, without waiting for a reply, called out to her sister to come into the room.
The door opened and Jill walked in. She was wearing the exact same underwear as Margaret, except that the colours were reversed. Jill's set was black silk with a little red trim. She must have also had a similar makeover as she was coiffured and made-up, looking every bit as beautiful as Margaret.
Jill walked slowly to the bed, her eyes never once leaving Margaret's. She was totally focused on her sister and seemed to be ignoring me completely. She climbed onto the bed and knelt by my other hip, directly facing Margaret. Each of them reached out to put one hand to her sister's cheek and stroked it gently before each then pulled the other's face towards them. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, at first just lightly brushing against each other, but slowly increasing in intensity.
I just lay there, enjoying the scenario that was playing out above me. They kissed for several minutes, in silence, their eyes closed. I caught the occasional glimpse of a tongue snaking from one mouth to another. It was such a turn-on being a spectator while the two sisters were kissing like true lovers. I felt my dick slowly beginning to swell and rise until it was pointing straight up at them.
