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you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
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Surviving the Divorce - Chapter 10 (Mf, HF, HM, d/s, oral, anal)
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"Okay dear, go ahead and ease it in."

I watched Felicia's face in the mirror as Patricia instructed her. The 
long plastic phallus didn't feel nearly as good inside me as Patricia's 
real one had only moments ago, but the look on the teenager's face was 
priceless.  She watched raptly as the dildo strapped to her loins 
penetrated deep into my body, hardly daring to breathe.

"Ohmigod!" Dolores' young daughter almost whispered as the straps 
holding the plastic were pressed into my buttocks, "I'm totally FUCKING 
a man! Uncle Gary, Auntie Patricia, this is so awesome!"

She pulled partway out then pushed tentatively back in, studying the 
grip of my anus around the plastic shaft as she did.  When I pushed back 
to meet her, Felicia grew bolder.  She grabbed my hips and started 
pumping, the smaller shaft on the inside of the harness doing nice 
things for her as she screwed me.

"You know what he likes, Felicia?" Patricia whispered in her ear, "He 
likes feeling your tits on his back while you fuck him! Yes, that's 
right dear! Now, reach around and grab his cock... Good! You've still 
got lubricant on your hand, so just stroke him a little as you fuck 
him... There, you're getting the hang of it! Now, baby, fuck his brains 
out!"

Felicia did her damnedest! Her slender, petite figure could not muster 
the force that Patricia's taller frame could generate, but the sight of 
that tiny sprite slamming away at my fundament was almost enough to set 
me off, by itself!

Patricia decided that now that Felicia was preoccupied with slipping the 
sausage to me, it might be a good time to start preparing her for the 
next phase.  She took a small, slender vibrator and lubricated it 
thoroughly.  Placing the very tip of the vibe in the center of Felicia's 
tiny catholic butthole, she just held it there.

The teenager cringed away at first, probably because of the cold lube, 
but Patricia followed, not pushing inward, merely holding the tip in 
place.  Eventually, Felicia drew back for another thrust into me, and as 
she did, an inch or so of the vibrator slipped into her. She gave a 
little squeal, but kept fucking.

Patricia continued keeping a steady pressure on the vibrator, and on 
each outstroke it sank a little deeper into our tiny student.  When only 
the knurled base of the vibe protruded, my lovely wife deftly twisted 
the control ring, sending vibrations deep into Felicia's little body.

Felicia shrieked as she felt the vibrations and began jerking 
spasmodically at the end of the plastic prod! The effect on me was 
delicious, if somewhat strange, and as Felicia's grip tightened on my 
rod, I let go all over the sheets!

Felicia wasn't far behind! Crying out her lust, she collapsed on my 
back, her little butt still twitching and jerking on the end of the dildo!

Patricia shut off the vibrator, but left it embedded in the girl's ass. 
  I was just working up the nerve to disengage from her strap-on when 
the intercom beeped.

"Yes, Edgar?" Patricia said, after rising to thumb the button.

"Miss Carmen, has arrived, Madam." The butler announced formally.

"Very well Edgar." My wife replied, "Please tell her we will be down in 
a few minutes, and be sure she has refreshments.  Does she have luggage?"

"Yes, madam." Edgar said, "I've taken the liberty of having her bags 
placed in her old room, Madam, and Gwen is seeing to her needs.  She 
awaits you in the sitting room."

"Hmmm." Patricia said, "Edgar, please extend my apologies to my sister 
and ask if she'd like to wait in the library, instead.  That was always 
her favorite room."

"Of course, Madam!" Edgar said, "I should have thought of that!"

"Oh, and Edgar..." the lovely blonde said.

"Yes, madam?"

"Is Mary presentable?"

"Maria is seeing to that now, Madam."

"Thank you, Edgar." Patricia said, "That will be all."

"Well, Felicia," I said, smacking the little teen on one delicious butt 
cheek, "It looks like you'll get to keep one cherry intact a little 
longer, but this is just a rain check.  I AM going to sodomize you one 
of these days, girl!"

Felicia gingerly removed the vibrator from her butt before replying, 
"Shoot!  I was starting to get into the whole idea of having your 
humongous telephone pole up my butt!"

"I'm sorry, dear." Patricia said solicitously, "I really thought we'd 
have enough time. We'll call when we can continue, but it's best not to 
shock my sister too much right away."

"I understand, Aunt Patricia." Felicia said, slipping out of the dildo 
harness. She grabbed me by the cock and gave me a burning look. "Save 
some of this for me, big boy!"

"Hey," I replied, jokingly, "Tell that to my wife!  That belongs to her 
now. She just lets you borrow it now and then!"

Felicia giggled as the two of us headed for the shower together.

"No hanky panky in there, you two!" Patricia called out, "We don't have 
time for that!"

"Spoilsport!" I called back, but her point was well taken, and except 
for a few teasing touches here and there, the young teen and I managed 
to get cleaned off and toweled dry without too much delay.

Edgar had the limo waiting for Felicia, and let her out as Patricia and 
I went to the library to greet her sister.

As we made our way to the library, I took the opportunity to try to 
satisfy my curiosity about the sisters' names.

"You never explained why you and your sister, though twins," I said, 
"have such different names. Most parents can't resist naming their twins 
alike."

"As you might guess," Patricia answered, "Our parents were not like 
most.  They thought that Carmen and I would have enough to deal with in 
our lives and didn't want to further burden us with names that sound 
alike. I, for one, am glad they made that choice."

Carmen looked like my lovely wife, but there was no mistaking one for 
the other. Carmen's long, flowing blonde hair and a preference for 
diaphanous clothing gave her a fragile, ethereal quality that I would be 
hard-put to ascribe to her sister.

As she turned, one of her Father's first editions open in her hands, she 
looked somehow vulnerable and childlike, despite being of a height with 
Patricia.

"Carmen!" I said warmly, "How nice to finally meet you!  I have been 
looking forward to finally getting to know you!"

I embraced her like a long lost sister, which, in a sense, she was, and 
when I released her, she gazed at me skeptically, as if trying to decide 
if I was for real.

"It's nice to meet you, too, Mr. Travis." she said politely.

"Gary, please!" I replied.

Carmen placed the book she was holding on a nearby table and turned to 
her sister, tears welling up in her eyes.  When they embraced, it was 
not the polite 'see, I still love you' touch-and-release sort of 
embrace.  It was a meeting of old lovers, ancient friends, people who 
know more about each other than anyone else, and still love each other 
anyway.

These two beautiful women, so alike, yet so different, were clearly 
still attached at the heart, and for a moment, I felt superfluous.

I had had reservations about Carmen's visit.  Among other things, I 
wasn't sure how she felt about her Father having left most of his estate 
to Patricia. From the way they greeted each other, without words, I 
realized that their bonds were so deep and so strong that no mere 
financial arrangement was going to come between them - and neither, for 
that matter, was a husband.

After an eternity, or what seemed like one to me, Patricia whispered, "I 
have missed you SO much!"

"Me too!" Carmen replied, "I'm sorry I missed your wedding!"

"Don't worry about it!" Patricia replied, "I know you had more important 
things to deal with, but we have so much to catch up on!"

They finally broke apart, but only to arm's length.  Their hands stayed 
tightly clasped together. Carmen's eyes burned into her sister's.

"It's been what, almost eight months now?" she said as if her life 
depended on the answer, "And he seems nice, but I have to ask, is he, 
you know, 'the one'?"

They took chairs side-by-side, and Patricia huddled close to her sister 
as I settled into another chair.  They reminded me of schoolgirls 
swapping stories about their dates.

"You remember how we used to tell each other what our dream lover would 
be like?" Patricia asked conspiratorially.

Carmen nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with the happy memory.

"Well," Patricia stage-whispered, looking sidelong in my direction, 
"he's better!"

A faraway look came into Carmen's eyes and she asked dreamily, "Really? 
He really likes you the way you are?"

"May I answer that?" I asked.

They both looked expectantly in my direction.

"I LOVE her the way she is." I said sincerely, "I fell in love with her 
before I ever saw her without her clothes, and when I saw how your 
sister was blessed, I felt I'd died and gone to heaven!"

"But," she turned back to Patricia, "You told me you have sex with other 
people. Is that because you don't like having sex with each other?"

"On the contrary," my wife replied, with an indulgent smile, "the 
interludes we have with others only serve to make our own sex better! 
First of all, neither of us will screw another person if we're not both 
there. These are not extra-marital affairs.  Occasionally, when someone 
catches our fancy, we'll invite them to share our bed, but our best 
times are still with each other."

Carmen's eyes sparkled as she listened, "But does he let you, you know...?"

"Let me!?" Patricia laughed, "Gary's a real slut for that, sometimes!"

"Is he, you know, gay?" her sister asked.

Personally, I was getting a little uncomfortable being the subject of 
conversation, rather than a participant, so before Patricia could 
answer, I said, "Let's just say we both like to give free rein to our 
fantasies.  Sometimes she'll be my slut, sometimes, I'll be hers. Just 
depends on our mood."

Carmen's eyes grew wide, but before she could say anything else, 
Patricia changed the subject.

"That reminds me!" she said excitedly "I'm going to be a Father!"

"A Father?!" her sister asked, perplexed, "But how?"

"You remember those charming Islands I told you about, where we had such 
a wonderful reception from the natives on our honeymoon?" she said, 
"Well, it seems that all three of our 'chosen ones' are about to give 
birth! Now, Me'ili's is probably Gary's, but unless the other two 
screwed around with somebody else, they're about to give birth to MY 
babies! Isn't that wonderful?!"

"You are so lucky!" Carmen said sadly.

"Oh!" Patricia continued, as if she hadn't heard, "I forgot to tell you! 
  We've been invited back to the Islands to attend a sort of birth 
ceremony this summer!"

Carmen smiled morosely.

"I'm so happy for you, Patricia!" she said.

"Oh, don't be such a poop!" Patricia laughed at her sister's expression, 
"I was hoping to talk you into coming along!"

At that, her sister perked up a bit.

"Do you mean it!?" she asked.

"Oh come on, Carmen!" I laughed, "You know very well she means it!  In 
fact, I've taken the liberty of booking a seat for you on the same 
flight we're taking!"

"This is the place where they practically worship people like us?" 
Carmen asked hopefully.

"It is indeed!" I replied, "Patricia's nearly a goddess to them, and you 
will be too, assuming you don't mind sleeping with as many of them as 
possible...!"

For the first time, Carmen showed a sense of humor, if only a little, 
when she replied, "I don't know, let me check my schedule... Okay, if 
you insist!"

I was pretty much on my own for dinner since Carmen and Patricia had so 
much catching up to do. Even though we ate at the same time at the same 
table, it was almost as if I wasn't there.  After dinner, I served the 
ladies cognac, then took my leave.  I wasn't jealous of the time my wife 
spent with her sister, but neither did I need to be there.

Instead, I caught up on some work.  The search for a CEO at SyncComp was 
turning into a real nightmare.  The egos that some of the candidates 
brought with them, and the accompanying demands were sometimes so 
outlandish as to be laughable. Here we were, three months down the road, 
and not a single offer outstanding, despite having sifted through reams 
of resumes and CV's.  As a result, I was having to make many of the 
decisions that would normally fall to the CEO.  Officially, they were 
coming from Patricia, but she had enough on her plate, so I filled in 
where I could.

It was after midnight when I finally turned in to an empty bed.  I had 
gotten so accustomed to falling asleep with Patricia's head on my 
shoulder that I was still half-awake two hours later when she finally 
joined me.  She tried to complete her bedtime preparations quietly, in 
the dark, so as not to wake me.  After the second time she ran into 
something in the dark, I took pity on her and spoke up.

"Why don't you just turn the light on, sweetheart," I said into the 
darkness, "Even if I'd been asleep, all that bumping around in the dark 
would have awakened me by now!"

"I was trying NOT to wake you!" she laughed as she touched the wall switch.

"I know, and I appreciate it." I replied, "But I'd consider it a greater 
courtesy if you keep yourself out of the hospital!"

I watched my lovely wife as she prepared for bed, and my lust tented the 
covers, but it was clear that she had something else on her mind.

"So, did you and Carmen get caught up?" I asked, in the hope that it 
would give her the opening she needed.

Patricia smiled gratefully, "Is it that obvious?"

"To most people," I said, "perhaps not, but I flatter myself that I'm 
getting to know you passably well. What's on your mind, dear?"

"It's Carmen, sweetheart." she said, settling on the edge of the bed.

I didn't bother telling her I could have guessed that much.

"What about her, Patricia?" was all I said.

"Well, I've been wracking my brain to try to find a way to let her 
experience what I've found with you," she said, "and I think I've come 
up with a way, but it will require your cooperation."

"Sweetheart," I said, "if you want her to join us in bed, just say so. I 
wouldn't have any more objection to her than to any of our other 
temporary lovers."

"Well," she temporized, "that's not quite what I had in mind, at least 
not yet.  You see, dear, if I'm there, she's going to assume that you're 
having sex with her because I'm twisting your arm in some way, that 
you're not doing it of your own free will."

"Out of the question, darling." I said, "I will not have sex with 
someone else when you're not there, even to help your sister."

"I know that's been our policy, Gary," she said seriously, "but I'd 
really appreciate it if you would consider this one exception.  It would 
mean a lot to me."

"One of the reasons this relationship works so well is that we trust 
each other, Patricia." I said, "One of the reasons we trust each other 
is that neither of us gives the other reason for doubt if it can be 
avoided. I like having things out in the open, and I really don't want 
to take liberties with what's worked for us."

"We've been married going on eight months now," Patricia said, "and in 
all the time I've known you, you've never given me even the slightest 
hint of a reason to doubt you, Gary, so when it comes to trust, I'd say 
you've got some in the bank, earning interest. I really need you to do 
this for me, Gary, for Carmen."

"Look, Patricia," I said, "even if I agree, she's got to know that the 
request comes from you. Even pretending I'm cheating on you wouldn't 
help her, because then, SHE wouldn't be able to trust me."

"I know, dear," she said, "and of course we'll have to be honest with 
her, but if I'm in the room, there's always the chance that I'm coaching 
you with gestures or hand signals or something.  At least if I'm not 
there, whatever you do, you do on your own.  I think all she really 
needs is for you to be with her for a time and show her that there are 
really people in the world who appreciate us 'girls with something 
extra'. Don't use that line on her, by the way, I've already told her 
that you said it to me, and it'll sound contrived if you say it to her."

"If you're sure that's what you want," I replied, "and if she agrees. 
How do we approach her?"

"Well, I laid the groundwork tonight, saying we'd talk about it." my 
lover said, as she slipped under the covers, "Let's play it soft and see 
if she brings it up, okay?"

"All right, lover," I said, "I just hope this doesn't backfire on us."

"You worry too much, dear." she said affectionately, snuggling her 
blonde-tressed head to my shoulder.

The next few days were fairly uneventful.  Carmen seemed somewhat more 
relaxed in our presence, and Patricia and I gave her plenty of space, 
but made ourselves available if she wanted company.

One day, as I worked in my computer room, trying to take care of the 
mounting pressures at SyncComp so Patricia could oversee her other 
companies, while still keeping in touch with my network, Carmen wandered 
in and just sat in one of the chairs.

"Hi!" I smiled, "Just let me finish this email and I'll be right with you!"

"No hurry." she said, slipping her feet from her shoes and tucking them 
under her on the chair.

I finished, did a quick proofread, correcting a typo or two, and hit 'send'.

"What can I do for you, Carmen?" I asked.

"You know," she said, looking around at the walls hung with pictures 
that must have been familiar to her, "I always felt safe in this house. 
This was the one place in the whole world where I could come and just be 
myself - the one place where people accepted me for who and what I was, 
and it didn't matter to them."

Her gaze settled on my face as I rolled my chair out from behind the 
computer desk so it would look less like I was 'forted up'.

"The odd thing, Gary," she said with intensity, "is that now, with you 
and Patricia here instead of my parents, I feel even safer.  I can't 
explain it.  It's connected with the way you DON'T treat me like anyone 
special, but there's more to it than that, and I can't put my finger on it."

"I don't know if I can help with the finger-putting-on exercise," I 
smiled, "but I will say this. As long as you treat us with respect, I 
don't know of any reason to treat you any differently than anyone else. 
That said, as my sister-in-law, you are due, and, I hope, receive, 
certain considerations that are not afforded every guest."

She waved a graceful hand in dismissal. Elegance and grace seemed to be 
a family trait.

"I understand, and appreciate that," she said, "but what I'm talking 
about is that you don't walk on eggs around me, either because I'm just 
out of therapy or because I've got this enormous dick between my legs. 
You joke about it with Patricia, in my presence, and I realize that, 
even when I was growing up, and everyone in the household treated me 
with love and respect, the only one who would joke about girls with 
cocks was my sister. I like that you're so totally at ease about it, and 
that you don't think I need to be protected from any mention of it, do 
you see?"

"I think so." I said, "And I'm glad to hear you say it.  There are no 
manuals about how to treat girls with cocks who've just come out of 
therapy, so I just go to my old standby, which is pretty much to treat 
you like a girl with a dick who's just come out of therapy and so what? 
I don't see any point in hiding from something we all know, but neither 
do I see any point in making a big deal of it."

"I can see why Patricia loves you so much, Gary." Carmen said warmly, 
smiling, then turned thoughtful.

"Gary, would you..." she began, then changed course, "When I first 
arrived, Patricia suggested that I - that you and I - have sex together. 
  She said that she had discussed it with you and that you were okay 
with the idea..."

"We did discuss it," I said, "and I have to admit to some initial 
reluctance because she thought it would be best if she weren't present, 
at least initially.  Patricia and I, you see, have kind of made it a 
policy for both to be present when one or the other is enjoying sex with 
another person. It's one way to keep trust issues from arising when 
others are brought into a relationship. As you know, your sister can be 
very persuasive, however. I believe the way she put it was that I have 
trust 'in the bank and earning interest'."

I smiled wryly at the memory of that conversation.

"At any rate," I said, "I agreed that, in this one case, if both of you 
wanted it, I would go along."

"If you still feel that way, Gary," Carmen fidgeted with the edge of her 
skirt, looking down rather than at me, "I - I think I'd like to, you 
know..."

Her blue eyes flashed upward, pleading, fearful.

I smiled warmly.

"I'd be honored!" I replied, "But it will be awkward if we just START, 
so why don't I call your sister and suggest that she eat out tonight, 
then we'll have the staff prepare us an intimate dinner for two and see 
how it plays out. How does that sound?"

Patricia, when I told her, was elated. "Thank you for this, Gary. You 
won't regret it!"

Gwen, using Mary as a waitress, prepared an excellent dinner. 
Apparently Gwen had been given forewarning by Patricia that this might 
come up, and she outdid herself to prepare and serve an intimate meal 
for two.  Mary served us in a skimpy french maid costume, still wearing 
her collar and balancing on impossibly high heels.

As she left after serving the first course, Carmen leaned across the 
candlelit table and asked, "That's Mary, right? She wasn't here when I 
lived here before, and the others treat her, well, strangely. I mean 
that outfit is better suited to a slut than a maid or waitress!"

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked conspiratorially.

Carmen nodded.

"That's my ex-wife." I began, just to see the expression on her face, 
then continued, with a laugh "No, I'm not a vindictive bastard and 
Patricia hasn't turned into a monster!  She came to us for help finding 
a job, and we recruited her to help nail a bastard of a CEO who was 
abusing his power to rape his admins.  They were afraid to testify, so 
we asked Mary to take the job and we put surveillance equipment 
throughout the executive suite at the company. To make a long story 
short, we got the asshole, and Mary discovered that she enjoyed being 
abused. When Patricia offered her a collar and all the abuse she could 
handle at our hands she accepted.  She was so willing that we offered 
her as a kind of bonus to the staff for their loyalty, when we aren't 
using her. I've never seen her looking more beautiful, by the way. The 
position seems to agree with her, but if you have doubts, ask her yourself."

When Mary returned, Carmen addressed her directly.

"Your name is Mary, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress." Mary replied, eyes downcast.

"What is your position here?"

"I am Mistress Patricia and Master Gary's slave, Mistress." she 
answered, "At the present time, I am assigned to serve Mistress Gwen."

"How do you like your position, Mary?" Carmen asked, "Let me see your 
face when you answer, please."

"Oh, Mistress!" Mary gushed, "It is hard, and yet it is the best thing 
that has ever happened to me!"

"It doesn't bother you to be slave to your ex-husband and his new wife?"

"Oh, no, Mistress!" Mary replied, "They are the best Master and Mistress 
a slave could hope for! I am so lucky they agreed to train me!"

"If I told you to come to my room tonight and be my slut for the night, 
would you?" Carmen asked.

"No, Mistress." the slave replied, "But if Master Gary or Mistress 
Patricia ordered it, I would be delighted to be your slut for as long as 
they commanded!"

"You are aware, slave," I said, "that Mistress Carmen is Mistress 
Patricia's sister, and that she too, has a big cock for you?"

"Yes, Master Gary!"

"And how does that make you feel, slave?"

"This slut's pussy is already wet thinking about her hard cock, Master 
Gary!"

"And how do you feel, Mistress Carmen," I asked, "about what you just 
heard?"

"I must admit, I've got a raging hard-on!" she replied, embarrassed.

"Slave!" I commanded, "I'm going to want Mistress Carmen to fuck me with 
her big, hard, cock after dinner, and I don't want her cumming too soon. 
Get under the table and suck her off, and be quick about it. Gwen still 
needs you in the kitchen!"

"Oh, thank you Master!" Mary complied with alacrity, pushing Carmen's 
long skirt up to her waist.

I watched my sister-in-law's face as Mary engulfed her entire shaft in a 
single gulp. Her eyes went wide, then closed as her hands tangled 
themselves in Mary's red tresses!

"Oh my GOD!" she cried, thankfully not noticing me waving Gwen away as 
she came to see what was keeping her helper for so long, "She is GOOD!"

In only moments, Carmen was jacking herself off with Mary's head as she 
blasted load after load down her eager throat! Mary cleaned every last 
drop of cum from Carmen's cock, swallowing repeatedly, then neatly 
rearranged her Mistress' skirt and backed out from under the table, 
licking the last bits from her lips.

"Thank you for your gift, Mistress Carmen!" Mary said as she shakily 
regained her perch atop those impossible heels, then to me, "May I 
return to the kitchen Master Gary?"

"Yes you may, and hurry, Gwen is looking for you!"

I looked across at my flushed companion, and said, "She's getting quite 
good at that, wouldn't you say?"

Instead of answering, Carmen asked, "My god, Gary! What kind of life do 
you people live here?"

"Well," I answered, "let's just say we have a number of ways of 
relieving stress..."

Though somewhat miffed that I had screwed with her carefully planned 
presentation, Gwen continued to impress us with the quality of the meal. 
  Each course was small and flavorful, and a perfect complement for the 
previous course.  The wines, which were changed with each course, were 
artfully chosen to enhance and uplift each dish. As we sipped Port after 
an elegant dessert that had just the slightest hint of sweetness, Carmen 
and I felt relaxed and satisfied, but not over-full.

Gwen, under the pretense of making sure everything was all right, came 
out to take her bows.

"You've outdone yourself tonight, Gwen!" Carmen gushed, "The entire meal 
was superb!"

"Oh, piddle!" Gwen fussed, "Mr. Travis almost ruined the whole thing 
with his little side-show!  It's a good thing I'm adaptable!"

"Oh, come now, Gwen!" I laughed, "What did you think was going to happen 
when you sent Mary out here in that outfit?"

Gwen conceded the point with a grin, then turned to Carmen again, "He's 
a real devil, our Mr. Travis, but he sort of grows on you! It's so good 
to have you home again, Miss Carmen! We've missed seeing you around here!"

"It's good to be home, Gwen!" Carmen replied warmly, "And even though 
Mummy and Daddy aren't around any more, it still FEELS like home, thanks 
to you and the rest of the staff, and to 'our Mr. Travis'!"

Well, it was pretty clear who had been the baby of the family! Although 
they were twins, Patricia always spoke of her parents as 'Mother' and 
'Father'.

"Ms. Patricia made a wise choice in that one, Miss." Gwen said, winking 
at me, "Even though he does make an awful mess in my kitchen when he 
tries to cook! I only hope you'll be as lucky as your sister one day. 
When you do find him, though, please make sure he knows how to clean up 
after himself!"

After Gwen returned to her kitchen, I rose and offered Carmen my hand.

"Your parents chose their staff well." I said conversationally as we 
walked, "I must admit that I had never even considered the idea of a 
household staff before I met your sister, but if I had to recruit and 
train them myself, I don't think I could improve on the folks that have 
served your family for so long."

Carmen smiled. "I've talked with the other three, and they all have 
stories to tell about you, Gary. At first, I'm afraid, you were quite a 
shock to their carefully planned existence!  They only started warming 
to you after they saw how happy you made Patricia. Gwen and Edgar 
figured you were just after her money.  When they found out that it was 
you who insisted on the pre-nup, and even protested the generosity of 
the terms, they finally began to realize that you were for real.  You 
really dropped a bomb in their midst when you offered them Mary's services!"

I grinned, "Yes, I imagine Edgar, in particular, was shaken by the 
offer, but I've noticed that he and Walt spend a lot of off-duty time in 
the playroom with her!"

Carmen laughed, "Oh, he has learned to appreciate you, Gary, but you 
took some getting used to! Walt, too, told me how you terrorized that 
young fast-food cashier up in the wine country! You did know that he can 
hear what goes on in the back of that limousine, didn't you?"

"Not at that time, no," I replied, chuckling, "but it probably wouldn't 
have mattered. Do you know the rest of that story?"

"That was what amazed me!" she answered, "When I asked Patricia about 
it, and she described that weekend, I could hardly believe it was my 
sister!"

"What, even after she built and stocked that playroom?" I laughed.

"Oh, Patricia didn't do that!" Carmen said, "We were never allowed in 
there as kids, so it wasn't until after our parents died that we 
discovered how they enjoyed their sex!  No, that was all our Father and 
Mother's doing, though I think Patricia has added to it. No, Patricia 
didn't discover her love for that sort of thing until she met you!"

"Now wait a minute!" I said, remembering that first weekend that now 
seemed so long ago, "She brought a whole suitcase full of stuff on that 
trip to the Napa Valley. She must have had something in mind!"

"She did, silly!" Carmen laughed, "She and Dolores had a long talk 
before she even met you, remember? She was falling for you even before 
that weekend and just decided to go for broke.  You could so easily have 
broken her heart that weekend, instead, you turned out to be just the 
person she'd searched for all her life, and in the process of proving 
it, you opened a whole new world for her!"

I had guided us to Carmen's room and now, with the door closed, I bent 
to kiss her. She was more tentative than her sister, less sure of 
herself, but once she warmed to my kiss, her lips became moist, pliant 
and hungry!

"Can I tell you a secret?" I rasped, finally breaking the kiss.

"Not if you want to keep it from Patricia." she said, still holding her 
embrace. The heat of her soft belly pressed against my groin.

"Actually," I said, "I suppose I would have told her myself, had the 
topic ever come up in conversation.  That weekend, you see, was my first 
time to delve into that realm, as well, not to mention my first time 
with a woman as nicely equipped as you two!"

Carmen laughed out loud, "Oh, that's too funny! You mean all that 
bondage and multiple partners and so forth were new to you, too?"

"Except in my fantasies," I nodded, "yeah!"

"Then I guess you two WERE a match made in heaven!" she said, "Because 
Patricia thinks she's still there!"

"So do I." I said seriously, "She's the best thing that's ever happened 
to me!"

"Then what are you doing here with me?" she said, suddenly fearful again.

"I'm here because there's nothing I wouldn't do for your sister," I said 
honestly, "and because there's nothing she wouldn't do for you. That 
said, however, you can see for yourself whether or not I WANT to be here."

With that, I placed her hand on the outline of my erection in my 
trousers, and suddenly she was smiling again.

"Is that a gun in your pocket, big boy?" she asked in a bad imitation of 
Mae West, "Or are you just happy to see me?"

"Well, I've BEEN happy to see you." I replied, "Now I'm happy at the 
prospect of seeing more of you!"

I bent once more, but this time, I swept her long blonde hair away from 
her face, and traced the delicate shell of her ear with the tip of my 
tongue, nipping at the lobe as I reached the bottom.  As she drew in a 
sharp breath, I continued downward, nibbling at the tender flesh on the 
side of her neck with my lips, then biting intimately at the curve where 
her long, slender neck joined her shoulders.

My hands, meanwhile, found and released the hook and eye at the back of 
her dress, then slid the zipper down to the top of her ass. Taking a 
handful of hair at the back of her head, I bent Carmen's head backward, 
not roughly, just demandingly, and gave her a deep, soulful kiss that 
had her grinding her loins against my thigh.

I finally let the dress slip off her arms to puddle around her ankles as 
I kissed my way down her arched, vulnerable throat. To my delight, my 
sister-in-law had worn no undergarments. I stood and held her at arms 
length, getting my first look at the body that was so much like, yet so 
different from the one I had loved for the last few months.

Carmen's cock, bobbing in front of her, appeared slightly more slender 
than Patricia's but unless I missed my guess, it was an inch or so 
longer. Her breasts were smaller, more delicate, their flesh almost 
translucent. The tiny pink nipples in their centers looked as though 
they would respond to the slightest touch. To my surprise and delight, 
each nipple held a golden barbell, and another pierced the head of her 
cock from side to side!

She may have gotten the piercings to please a demanding boyfriend (or 
girlfriend) at one time or another, but clearly hadn't seen fit to 
remove them!

I knelt in front of her and placed my hands on her slender waist, 
tugging her toward me. She took a step, then another, and my lips closed 
over her right nipple. Pale, slender hands slid through my hair and a 
soft moan escaped her mouth as I gently nipped at that tender nubbin, my 
tongue flicking back and forth across the tip as my teeth held it firmly 
in place. The golden balls of the barbells clicked against my teeth as 
the nipple bobbled back and forth under my tongue.

Carmen moaned softly as I made oral love to her little breasts. My right 
hand moved downward and closed over her cock.  As I suspected, pre-cum 
oozed copiously from its tip, and I used my palm to spread the slimy 
fluid over her glans, as I continued mouthing her tits. She gave a 
little cry at my touch, and thrust her hips forward.

This was not going to be a slow, gentle seduction! She was almost ready 
to pop, in spite of Mary's earlier blowjob, and I decided I was going to 
have to relieve some more of the pressure. Driving two fingers deep into 
her sopping pussy, I dove suddenly down her shaft, stopping only when 
Carmen's yellow pubic hair tickled my chin.

With my nose plastered against my sister-in-law's belly, I gave a low 
moan and rotated my head around her long, slender shaft.  Sure enough, 
she touched places in my throat where Patricia had never been, and I 
delighted in the feel of that barbell sliding up and down my gullet! My 
fingers found and corkscrewed around her G-spot as the vibrations from 
my vocal cords did wonderful things to her shaft and glans. In seconds, 
Carmen jammed my nose into her pubic bone as she shoved uncontrollably 
into my throat, powerful pulses driving her cum the length of her cock 
to blast directly into my stomach!

I was pushing against her pelvis, desperate for air, by the time she 
finished cumming and released my head.

"I'm sorry, Gary!" she gasped, "I just got carried away!"

"No harm, no foul." I said when I finally got my own breathing under 
control, "I was just afraid I'd have to get rougher with you than I 
wanted to, just so I could breathe!"

"I am sorry!" she said again, "It's just that you do that like you enjoy 
it, and, well, that's the first time a guy has done that for me! It's 
such a turn on!"

"I have to admit to having had mixed feelings about doing that when I 
first met Patricia," I said, "but over the last few months, I have truly 
come to enjoy giving my lover pleasure that way."

"At dinner," Carmen said hesitantly, "you told Mary that you expected me 
to be fucking your ass... Was that just for her benefit, or, well..."

"It was for both of you, Carmen." I said, "If it pleases you to do so, I 
would love to have you inside me."

I looked down, expecting to see a wilted cock needing 'fluffing' as they 
say in adult films, but instead found a rampant erection once again 
pointed directly at me!

Carmen giggled when she saw my expression. "I know! It surprises the 
hell out of me, too! I'm horny as a teenager tonight!"

"Well, since you're ready for action, shall we take this to the bed?" I 
said.

"I think you're forgetting a step!" Carmen smiled as she began 
undressing me.

"Oh," I said, "THAT little detail!"

My sister-in-law may have had her insecurities, but she knew her way 
around a man's body, and by the time my clothes were  gone, I was ready 
to blow my own load from the delicate touching, nipping, tonguing and 
other delightful tortures she visited upon me as she rid me of my clothing.

When I was naked, Carmen gave me a shove that landed me on my back, on 
the bed, then, hair flying, she landed on top of me, capturing my lips 
with her own!  There was hunger and raging lust in the kiss she gave me, 
and just a hint of hesitation - a strange, though exciting combination!

I have made it a habit, in recent months, to stay lubricated when I'm 
home, because it's not unusual for my sexy wife to drop in for a 
quickie, and about half the time, she wants my ass!  It's so much more 
convenient to just drop trou wherever we happen to be, and bend over. 
Saves having to carry the stuff around or find a tube somewhere!

In this case, I didn't have to worry about whether or not Carmen had 
lube handy.  When she threw my legs into the air and positioned herself 
between them, I was ready.  It's a good thing, too!  She wasted no time 
on preparation, once she saw that I was lubricated, but plowed straight 
in!  I winced a little as that barbell and her glans forced their way 
inside, but the pain was only momentary, and soon she was sliding deep 
inside.

I looked up to find her fixated on my face, as my emotions chased 
themselves across my features. The pain faded quickly and I can't 
imagine what Carmen saw on my face as she slid deeper into my bowels 
than anything had ever penetrated before. I do know that while it was 
the same feeling I get with Patricia, it was strange and wonderful to 
feel her going so deep!

Carmen's eyes locked on my face but I couldn't hold her gaze. Each time 
that long, slender pole plumbed my intestines, as if attached to it by 
strings, my eyeballs rolled back in my head! I moaned at the fullness 
and pushed upward, as if there might be another quarter inch I could 
accomodate somehow.  My own rigid staff slapped wetly against my belly 
with each of my sister-in-law's invasions of my most private place.

I grasped her slender buttocks and urged her to go faster, harder, 
reveling in the utter depravity of being sodomized by this ethereal 
blonde twin of my wife!

Something in my reaction must have pleased her.  Despite two orgasms in 
a very short time span, Carmen drove quickly toward her third, her 
pelvis a blur as it slapped obscenely against my upraised buttocks! She 
released my legs, and I grabbed my ankles and held on for dear life as 
those elegant hands transferred their grip to my raging erection!

Using my cock as a handhold to pull herself into me, Carmen slammed my 
ass hard - once, twice, three times! As I felt the heat of her discharge 
within me, my own orgasm exploded all over my chest. Heedless of the 
slimy mess, Carmen collapsed on top of me, kissing me repeatedly while 
her cock pulsed with aftershocks in my still spasming colon!

I let my legs wrap around her soft buttocks, and held her in my arms as 
her climax gradually subsided. Like a kitten, she licked a few drops of 
cum from my chest, then nestled her head beneath my chin.  In moments 
Carmen was snoring daintily on top of me, her no longer rigid shaft 
still embedded in my ass.

I was lost in thought, gazing at the ceiling, so it gave me a start when 
someone tapped on Carmen's bedroom door.

"Gary?" Patricia's voice was pitched so only a wakeful person would hear 
it, "Carmen? May I come in?"

I felt a stirring at my chest and looked down at my sister-in-law's 
contented smile. I raised an enquiring eyebrow and she answered sleepily.

"Come on in, Patricia!"

The smile on Patricia's face as she saw us still entangled was almost 
maternal. She was dressed for sleep and sat down on the side of the bed.

"So, dear sister," she said playfully, "may I have my husband back? I've 
gotten so accustomed to sleeping on his shoulder that I can't seem to 
fall asleep without him!"

Carmen held me possessively and said, "If he wasn't so in love with you, 
sister, I would keep him! I guess I have to give him back to you 
though..." The last was delivered wistfully.

I started disengaging myself and said gently, "I have enjoyed this 
evening immensely, Carmen, and if you ever want to join Patricia and I 
in our bed, you're always welcome. As marvelous as it's been, however, I 
too sleep better with my wife, so whether you give me back or not, I'm 
going!"

I said it lightly, with a smile, but it WAS more truth than poetry.  I 
HAD enjoyed myself, but I had no desire to do it again without Patricia 
being present.

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