It was an odd conspiracy of silence, one that I felt very strange about. They both knew - sisters talk - but now they knew it was both of them, they pretended it wasn't...
I had met Tina at work. We had worked in the same office for several months before the inevitable office party. The party where she drank too much. The party from where I drove her home. Took her into her house (her family were away)...well the rest is history. We were never in a relationship particularly, but the sex was good - she was fun, adventurous, she seemed to like what I did. If we had a spare evening - perhaps every couple of weeks she came around to my flat, we got together. Had fun. Went home. At 22 she was both self-confident enough and carefree enough to simply enjoy having a "fuck-buddy."
I had met Toni a couple of months later. She was a year older than Tina. We had both been at the gym. Her car had a flat tyre when I walked past. I changed the wheel. Took her for a drink and again the rest, as they say, is history. She was a regular visitor to my flat as well. Whereas Tina was smallish, shapely, outgoing, funloving, Toni was much quieter, slim, taller. Whereas Tina was fun-loving and a bundle of fire in bed, Toni was more sensual, but ultimately more "amoral" - had less inhibitions, would do anything to intensify our pleasures. One week it was Toni, the next it was Tina. Heaven for me, I hope fun for them.
It took me several weeks to work out they were sisters. I saw Toni's driving license. It leapt out at me. The same address. The same surname. It was obvious... I asked Toni if she had a sister called Tina who worked where I worked. She had. I asked Tina if she had a sister which went to the same gym as I did. She had. I never let on to the other that they were both regular visitors to my bed...
I suppose sisters talk. One would say they had a date which ended up at the man's flat. A week later the other would say they had been to bed with their date. They talked about him - me. It took them several months to put it all together - similar descriptions, both mentioning the same area. Christian name of the date the same. It was odd - all three of us put it together at roughly the same time - I was bedding two sisters. Toni realising Tina was sharing my bed, Tina realising Toni... But no-one daring to tell anyone else what was happening, what they knew. The grand conspiracy of silence had started!
One of the things I like to do is tell my partners about my fantasies while we are making love. It seems to intensify things. If you click into the right thing, it can make the partner really hot. Sometimes it can lead to more fun, more variety down the line. It did particularly with Toni when I told her just before we came one evening how I'd like to cum all over her pretty face. Her mind looked shocked, but her body gave her away - she exploded into her orgasm at that moment. Two weeks later I was cumming all over her face, because she wanted to try it, experience it. It took her ages to wash her hair after we had finished!
The one fantasy everyone knows every man has is having two women at the same time. Or watching two women making love to each other. It was natural to say it to Tina and Toni when we were making love, and it did seem to enhance their excitement, their wetness, as my cock slid in and out of them. Again their minds would tell them it wasn't right and you could see that on their faces, but their bodies betrayed them.
It was a short journey from there to naming the women I would like to see them with. Stars off the telly, the odd sports star or celebrity. Again, each time their bodies responded, as much as their minds may not have liked the idea.
The final step was when I was with Toni. My mind was befuddled with lust as I took her, both of us reaching our peaks. It slipped out by accident, although I knew I shouldn't have said it the moment I'd opened my mouth. "I'd like to see you make love to Tina."
Her eyes opened wide as her mind rejected the idea, but her body seemed to explode in lust, she had the most intense orgasm I could remember - and that was saying something! Immediately afterwards the conspiracy of silence came down. We pretended it hadn't happened.
We pretended, until the next time. This time I said it deliberately, but as if in the befuddled lustful state just before orgasm. I told her I would love to see her head between her sisters legs, asking her if she wouldn't love to taste her sisters pussy, make her cum. Again her face looked shock, but her body exploded with lust. Again, afterwards, the conspiracy of silence.
Afterwards for the next couple of months it became a regular part of our love making. Me sharing the fantasy, intensifying her lust, her mind disapproving, her body exploding, the conspiracy of silence...
It was about a month after I had first said anything about her sister to Toni, that I said anything to Tina. I had already talked of fantasies as we made love, and mentioned about watching her with another woman, but it was that month later I said I'd like to see her with her sister. Remarkably almost the same thing happened. She was shocked, mentally disapproving, but her body responding as never before, followed, of course, by the conspiracy of silence.
The whole thing seemed totally ludicrous - neither admitting to the other that they were both having sex with the same man, me never mentioning to one sister that I was having sex with the other sister, and all three of us pretending there was nothing "eccentric" or "extreme" being talked about when we were making love, nothing that was enhancing what was already good sex. For myself, I was happy to continue in that mode, as presumably were the two sisters. I knew that one day they would meet men they wanted a deeper relationship with and I would be left behind . I didn't mind that - I would just move on. But while things were as they were, I was happy to enjoy the fun.
