Wife's Sister Sister Wife

As things came back into focus, I was on my back with Lizzie on top, eyes screwed tightly closed as she pumped herself enthusiastically on my cock, her loving sister wife behind her, holding her small tits and nuzzling her neck as she cooed things about how much we all loved each other and how wonderful Samuel's big cock looked in Lizzie's pretty little pussy. Lizzie gushed with a string of orgasms and fell bonelessly back against her sister. I helped her forward to give her a big kiss. She smiled weakly, sighed "Good night Daddy" and went limp against me. Ashley helped me roll her off and pulled the blanket over her sweaty skin.

She bent over to kiss her sister's cheek and I repositioned myself to take advantage of her sexy bootie poking up like that. I stroked my cock on her ass crack a couple times to warn her, and she spread her legs and dropped to her chest to help give me a good angle. Sliding my cock in her hot pussy was heavenly, and I loved listening to her angelic voice crying out in pleasure. I grabbed her hips and settled in to a nice, long, steady rhythm, one I could maintain for a few minutes. Ashley had other ideas.

She gripped my cock with her bewitched pussy and began to work it with her demonic inner muscles. She began to grunt and almost bark animalistically even as she began to pound backwards at me with enough force that our flesh slapped together loudly! She turned her face to me and her big blue eyes flashed with fire as she demanded that I fuck her! That I fuck her right how! I barely noticed that Lizzie was awake again and was stroking her sister's hair and teasing her nipples. My vision was beginning to tunnel and my legs were quivering as someone grabbed my balls and began to tease and tickle them.

That was the last straw! With an almost painfully pleasurable rush, my balls began to contract and I came hard just as Ashley was growling and humping through her own orgasm. This time, we two collapsed and Lizzie squirmed out from under us to tuck us in before climbing back in to snuggle against my sweaty back.

About a year later, we celebrated our anniversary. It was a two-part affair, with a 'public' version for friends and co-workers celebrating Liz and my sixth anniversary, and a later, much more intimate three-way 'real' first anniversary. It had been an amazing year, but it had its share of close calls and scary moments. I had to use the machine a few times, mostly on my wives to clean up messes I made earlier, but also a couple times on friends who got a bit too close to the secret.

All of our co-workers have grown used to seeing Ashley, acting as my personal assistant, at most of our work and social gatherings. No one blinked an eye any more when she showed up at work events with me instead of Liz, who was now busy working on her PhD in Education, and we were oh, so careful to never give them any gossip-fuel. They were also complimenting me about my new looks. Ashley especially had been working hard to update my wardrobe and style. She coaxed me into a better hairstyle and skin care. Co-workers joked that it took two women to take whip me into shape. If only they knew!

At home, the three of us split up housekeeping chores with Ashley getting the lion's share as housekeeper and the one bringing in the least pay. One interesting quirk is that Lizzie is the Keeper of the Music- there always seems to be something playing. Sometimes she makes a game of it and waits to see if we notice the pattern. I burst out laughing the other day when I realized the playlist was classic music from old cartoons- the 'William Tell Overture', the 'Marriage of Figaro', Raymond Scott's 'Powerhouse', and so on. The redecorating we did, Ashley's fresh flowers, and Lizzie's music have made the house a warm, loving home that is only made better by the love we all have for each other.

I also noticed little things- the decor kept getting nicer and nicer. We somehow obtained a serving cart we used for drinks, and we were hosting a lot more parties and gatherings at our home. It was not unusual for the teachers or some of my staff to come over for supper, a cook-out, or a party whereas before, we rarely had people over at all (the teachers, for example, usually met at a restaurant). Even with all this, our bank balance was growing nicely and there was talk about European vacations and such in the near future.

Sexually, things were incredible. The process gave Lizzie a much higher libido, but it still lagged far behind Ashley's pre-changes levels. Ashley's 'after' libido was almost more than I could handle! We set up a loose rotation- Lizzie, Ashley, both of them, repeat. On Sundays, we usually just let whatever happens happen- even if it ended up as a day of rest. We fucked like bunnies on steroids on Ashley's nights, and quite often just cuddled on Lizzie's nights. Even on the three-way nights, Lizzie would often touch and be touched, but not get actively involved. Nonetheless, she seemed very, very happy.

When summer rolled around, we took that vacation in Europe, taking a whole month, and even, gasp!, turned off the cell phones and email for most of it! It was glorious.

On one of the side trips, we discovered a beautiful glen close to the inn we were staying at. It was a sun-lit opening that must have been caused by the fallen giant tree along one edge, forming a bridge over a delightfully babbling brook. The glen was thick with ferns and butterflies, and dust motes danced in the air like fairies. Ashley whispered something to Lizzie and vanished. Lizzie took me in her arms and kissed me for a long time, sunlight warming us as much as our hormones were. A rustling announced Ashley's return with a basket and a sleeping bag.

She spread the bag and set out a nice late morning continental snack of fruit, crusty bread, cheese, and so on, set off with a bottle of wine. We ended up laying in an interlocked triangle around the snacks- my head on Ashley's legs, hers on Lizzies and Lizzie's head on my legs. We lay there soaking up the welcome warmth after the chilly night when I felt a stirring. Lizzie's hand was slipping up my leg. I glanced sideways and noticed that Ashley's was already in Lizzie's shorts- apparently I was the last one in the game so I slid my hand on Ashley's smooth leg and under her silky shorts to the edge of her oh-so-soft, and oh-so carefully groomed delta.

The triangle shifted a little as Lizzie rolled a bit and pushed my shorts up to take me in her mouth. I rolled a bit to accommodate her, and as I rolled, I took the opportunity to slide Ashley's shorts down so my mouth could access her fragrant cleft, even as she was doing the same to Lizzie. "Oh, mommy!" Lizzie moaned. She did not say this often, but it always made Ashley quiver and I felt her shiver on my tongue. I knew just how she felt- I still felt an odd but very pleasurable twinge when she called me 'Daddy' as she so often did.

The rest of the vacation went well, but I kept thinking about the 'mommy/daughter' thing, especially considering that we had discovered a while back that I was mostly shooting blanks, which is why Lizzie and I never had kids. After we got home and got several other things taken care of, I had the girls use the device again, but this time just to go into a light trance where they would speak to me honestly and without embarrassment, but not remember what was discussed.

We had an interesting conversation that night, possibly fueled in part by an excellent wine and the fact that we were also indulging in a cuddle-fest bordering on an orgy. Both girls wanted kids, although Liz wanted one more as a little sister while Ashley wanted one as a daughter. That led to a discussion of whether Lizzie was happier as my wife, or wanted more to be our teen daughter. Apparently, the idea of her being my bisexual, incestuous daughter really got to her. Who would have thought that prudish Liz would have had this buried deep inside her? I wondered, not for the first time, what would have happened had Ashley not shown up and I just used the device on Liz.

Before clearing the effects of the device, we agreed that we'd do some 'deep role play' for a week or so, in which Lizzie was Ashley's and my eighteen year-old adopted daughter, and that within this framework, incest would be OK but kept between us. Once the device was off, Lizzie kissed Ashley and me on the check and went off to bed, calling out "Good night mom, dad!" Ashley looked tenderly after her 'daughter' as we went to our bedroom hand in hand.

Breakfast the next morning was a bit different than usual. Instead of the cartoon-themed flannels Lizzie had been wearing, she showed up to supper in what looked like a home-made version of a Catholic school girl outfit- small plaid skirt, open white blouse tied under a black bra, knee-high striped socks and low heels, pigtails, and slightly misapplied makeup.

"Young lady! You are NOT going to school looking like that!" Ashley thundered, in a tone I had not heard from her before.

"Mo-ooom! Come on. I'm almost nineteen! I can1 wear what I want, and the other girls are wearing this!"

"I don't care. Our house our rules at least until you move out to college. You are not going to school looking like a slut!"

"Daddy! Mom's being mean to me. You don't think I look like a slut, do you?"

OK, I was frankly stunned into speechlessness here. Were they playing a game! Were they taking the role-playing a bit too far? Was I being hoist on my own petard? I looked in askance to Ashley and was relieved to see her wink at me.

"Well, I don't know darling. Come over here and let me get a good look." I took her hand and led her over to me. I flipped up her skirt and ran my hands on her firm, petite buttocks. "Well, at least you are wearing panties. That's a good sign." I ran my hands up her sides and hoisted her small breasts. "And a bra. That's good, too." As I held her small breasts, I tweaked her nipples until they rose. "Hmmm, but that is not so good. Look, you can easily see your nipples when you are excited."

"Tell you what, darling. Bend over and grab your ankles." She did so and her panties were clearly visible. "Now that is another bad sign. You are revealing quite an eyeful hon." I massaged her bottom again, this time letting some fingers slide over her barely covered lips, making her shiver.

Ashley spoke up. "Lizzie, see!? You are showing so much skin, you are freezing! Now you march upstairs this instant and change. Sam, you go with her to make sure she puts on something decent!" Ashley turned back to washing up.

"You heard her, young lady. Upstairs." I led her upstairs, somehow forgetting to remove my finger from between her legs. She was moaning by the time we hit the landing. "Now, none of that. Let's just get you changed" I said with a firm father's voice, even as I wiggled the offending finger some. I guess some of Ashley's earlier evil streak rubbed off on me.

When we were in her room, Lizzie turned to me. "Daddy, do I really have to change?" The smoldering look she gave me combined perfectly with her innocent air. Had this been a real situation, I -might- have given in!

"You heard your mom. Come on, let's get these things off and go get your face cleaned up." I was untying the knot in her blouse even as I spoke. As I pushed it off her shoulders, she lifted her face to me and closed her eyes, begging me to kiss her. I did not disappoint. We were soon in a deep, wet kiss and fervently trying to claw off the remainder of our clothes.

"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!" Quite the mouth on our little girl!

"Sorry, dumpling! We don't have time. You have to get to school soon." She really did have to report in to teach pretty soon. The two of them apparently planned in some time for games, but not enough for good sex and cleaning up, etc. "But let me take care of you." I tossed her on her bed and grabbed under her knees. I dove into her sweet quim and began to kiss, lap, nuzzle, and tease until it grew even wetter. I began to ravage her with fingers and tongue, biting her clit gently, teasing her rock-hard nipples, and generally trying for the World Record in Speed Climaxes. When she came, I did not let up much but rolled her right in to another, then another. Only then did I let her calm down and help her to the shower.

As she showered, I laid out some clothes, sans underwear. I told her through the door to get dressed in what I laid out and to expect an inspection before she left, but also that she needed to hurry.

A few minutes later, all pink and clean, a well-dressed professional teacher was at the bottom of the stairs, briefcase in hand, and blushing. "Daaaa Deeee! I can't... You can't..." I kissed her to stop her stammering. I also checked that she had not added anything.

"You look great, darling! Have a fun day at school and come right home, you hear? Love you!" I patted her on the ass as she huffed past me. Hopefully she would notice the undies I tucked in her briefcase.

Ashley was standing in the arch between the rooms with an amused smile. "Well, that was certainly interesting. Would I be correct in guessing based on what I heard that she got off several times?" I nodded. "And you did not?" I pouted and shook my head. "You poor man. Let's do something about that, shall we?" I looked up, smiled, and nodded, feeling like a cartoon character. We had a pleasant morning and I was a little late going to work. It is sometimes good to be the boss.