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Sisters

... see that Jeanie had vacated the kitchen and looked down at my wife, whose body was still occasionally shaking for a few seconds.

"Holy shit," my wife finally said quietly. "Where did that come from? After twice this morning already? Jesus, I can't remember the last time you fucked me that hard."

"I can't remember the last time you let me fuck you on the kitchen table. The two might be related."

"Yeah, I guess," she said, pushing herself up to her elbows so she could look back at me. "Why did we stop doing this again?"

"I think it had to do with you not wanting a little audience," I answered.

"Oh yeah. I guess we stopped a lot of things because of that."

"Uh huh," I answered, pulling my shrinking cock from her pussy. "So, now what?"

"What do you mean?"

"So what do you have in mind that I'm supposed to do to make Sam feel sexy?"

"I'm not sure. Jeanie'll have some ideas I'm sure."

"Oh without a doubt," I answered. "I think I'll eat that sandwich you made me and then go down and work on that dresser."

"Good idea," she answered as she stood up and turned to face me, "that way I know where to find you."

"And I can hide from Jeanie."

"Why hide from her?"

"Because I think fingering herself watching us fuck isn't going to be enough for her," I answered as my wife wrapped her arms around my neck.

"All right. I'll talk to her and ask her to back off. You have your hands full with Sam and me anyway."

"I have my hands full of you. Sam is ...

... just a distraction," I whispered as she lifted herself to kiss me. We stood and embraced for long seconds before she let go and walked out of the kitchen without another word, her shorts and underwear lying on the kitchen floor, her naked ass swinging sexily as she disappeared. I shook my head and pulled up my pants. I pulled a soda out of the fridge, picked up the sandwich my wife made for me and headed down to the basement and my woodshop area.

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I'd been at it well over an hour when my phone chimed. I finished running the board I was working on through the plainer and then pulled it out to see what it was. My wife had requested my presence upstairs, not an unusual thing to have happen on a weekend. While I had my projects, my wife had hers and occasionally needed help reaching or lifting something. I set aside the board on the stack of those already done and headed upstairs.

I called from the top of the stairs to see where she was and she returned my shout that she was in the living room. I headed that way and stopped as soon as I stepped into the room.

"Hey lover. Would you take us down to the swimming hole? We're going to catch some sun and thought that lying on the sand would be more fun than the deck," my wife said with a smile.

I'd seen my wife and sisters in all assortments of bathing suits and bikinis. I'd even seen them all naked now. What I'd never seen, nor expected to see, was all three of them standing in the same room with nothing on but ...