Spanish Hospitality - Sex Stories

Spanish Hospitality

... carrying a tray with three mugs on it, and lifted two of them to the bedside table.

"Three mugs?" questioned Fiona, still stroking Matt's cock.

"Well I thought I might join you this morning..." her voice tailed away and they could see her eyes feasting on the sight in front of her, then added, "...actually, do you mind if I do stay?"

"Mi casa es tu casa." Said Fiona, indicating one of the armchairs in the room. Fliss took her mug and settled into one of the chairs, slumped back slightly, her legs apart. Matt saw that her free hand had trailed down between her legs and was resting in her crotch as she turned his attention back to his wife.

Movement caught his eye, Fliss had lifted her mug to her lips, but was not actually drinking, the hand between her legs now slowly stroking herself through the folds of her robe. It had slipped open and Matt could see the whole of one tanned inner thigh. She put the mug down and slipped a hand inside her robe, cupping her breast, her fingers rolling her hard nipple between them.

"Hey, eyes front mister!" admonished Fiona, and Matt looked back at her seeing her lift herself up a little higher and guide his cock to the entrance to her pussy. Surely she wasn't going to fuck him in front of her sister, he thought, but before the thought had finished she lowered herself down, impaling her pussy on his erect cock. He saw his cock disappear inside her, seeing her lips part as she slid in, feeling that familiar warmth inside her ...

... velvety tunnel.

There was a gasp from Fliss, whose eyes were glued to the joining of their bodies, her hand now openly rubbing herself through her robe, pushing in to her pussy, her lips clearly defined through the light material. As Matt watched she tugged at her belt and it fell away, her robe parting revealing her breasts sitting on her chest and her pussy exposed, partially covered by the hand that was now rubbing small circles around her labia. Fiona saw the direction of Matt's eyes and followed them, a smile breaking out on her face as she too watched her sister watch them.

Matt didn't quite know where to look, at his wife or his sister-in-law, both equally stimulating. He felt Fiona squeeze him with her pussy and looked up at her, feeling her start to undulate her hips in earnest, sliding his cock in and out of her, focussing on managing their arousal, leaving Fliss to manage hers. Despite himself Matt's eyes were dragged back to the armchair watching as Fliss pushed two fingers inside her pink pussy, sensing how wet she was, seeing them slip in easily. Her palm was pressing on her clit, the other still massaging her breasts, and he could hear that her breathing was getting quicker, air rasping through her nostrils.

Faster and faster strummed her hand, then he saw her back arching and her body lifting out of the chair as with a shrill cry her orgasm burst upon her, her body wracked with convulsions as she managed the waves of ecstasy running through her. Fiona was ...