Chapter 7

As soon as they got home, Celeste made a beeline for her bedroom. "Be right back," she said.

"Would you like a drink?" Abigail asked.

"No hard stuff," Maggie replied. "If I mix wine and liquor, I get sick."

Abigail turned on the stereo, found a station playing soft rock, then went to the kitchen. Maggie sat on the couch, kicked off her shoes, and curled her legs under her. Abigail returned with three glasses of wine, kicked off her shoes, and sat down by Maggie.

"So, how is my darling son-in-law?" Abigail asked.

"Fine," Maggie said. "I wish he could have taken time off and come with me. I miss him."

"Which means you love him very much. Does he take good care of you?"

"He's a very good provider, Mother."

"I know that, dear. Is he a good husband?"

Maggie frowned. "I don't understand what you mean. What's the difference between a good husband and a good provider?"

"A good provider keeps you well cared for," Celeste said as she came back into the living room. "You know, the material things. A good husband keeps you well fucked. Which, in my opinion, is far more important."

Maggie looked at Celeste and nearly choked on her wine. Celeste took a glass of wine, sat in a chair across from the couch and crossed her legs.

"I hate clothes," she said calmly. "They're so damned confining. I especially hate bras. They pinch my tits. Does my nudity bother you?" She began to bounce her foot gently up and down.

Maggie swallowed hard and said, "No, I guess not. I'm just not accustomed to seeing women naked."

"So, is David a good husband?"

Maggie had heard that women could get themselves off by crossing their legs and bouncing one foot. She felt an erotic tension, and again thought she was letting her imagination run away with her.

Why are you so flustered, girl? Relax. You go around naked at home all the time. You even did it in front of Sheila the other day when she jacked off David.

"Yes," Maggie said with a nervous laugh. "He's both a good provider and a good husband."

"Some men are one, some the other. You're very lucky to find one who's both," Abigail said.

"Our men were both," Celeste said. "Maggie, did you know that Abigail and I usually double-dated when we were younger? Before we married, we even traded boyfriends once in a while, then compared notes later."

"I'm not surprised," Maggie said, lying easily. She couldn't conceive of her mother trading boyfriends, let alone comparing notes about them later. "You two were always pretty close."

"She's lying," Abigail said, half-under her breath. "We didn't stop after we got married."

Maggie thought about the remark for a moment. "Wait a minute," she said incredulously. "Do you mean what I think you do? Are you saying you two traded husbands?"

"Why not?" Celeste asked nonchalantly. "We were both in love with both men. Seemed like the best way for two sisters who are very close to handle the situation."

"God, I can't believe it!" Maggie muttered. "What about jealousy?"

"There wasn't any," Abigail said. "Still isn't. Celeste and I love each other and we each loved both men. Why do you think we lived next door all those years? We didn't make the men run back and forth between our houses to fuck us, however. We got together three or four times a week, put you and Sheila to bed, had a good meal and a few drinks, then let it all hang out. We were one big happy family."

"We also belonged to a swap club for years," Celeste said. "We dropped out for a while after

Jerry and Craig were killed, then started going again a few months ago."

"I never suspected," Maggie said. "And Sheila never said anything, so I don't think she knew either."

"You weren't supposed to know," Abigail said. "We aren't ashamed of anything, we just didn't want you to know until you were old enough to understand so you wouldn't get the wrong idea."

Maggie laughed nervously and said, "Don't breathe on me, or I'll fall over. I always thought you were so strait-laced, Mother."

"Still waters run deep," Celeste said. "Have to look at your mother in a new light now, won't you? Do you and that handsome husband of yours swing?"

Maggie shook her head. "No. We've never come right out and talked about it." The wine she drank at dinner freed her inhibitions and lubricated her tongue. She threw caution to the wind and jumped in with both feet. "I'm pretty sure he would like to have a threesome with another woman. I suggested it the other night when he was fucking me, and he came so hard he almost blew me apart. And he-likes to watch me use a vibrator on myself, so I think he would like to watch another man fuck me."

"Sounds like you're ready to expand your horizons," Abigail said. "Is David a good clit licker?"

Celeste laughed. "Don't mind her, honey.

She's hung up on oral sex."

"I'm not the only one," Abigail retorted. "You're never happier than when you have your mouth stuffed full of cock." She looked at Maggie. "You do suck David's cock, don't you?"

Maggie emptied her glass and held it out for a refill. "Yes. Whenever he wants me to."

"Oh, honey, you mustn't wait for him to say he wants you to suck him off," Abigail admonished. "You must go down on him when he least expects it. Men really like that."

"Men aren't the only ones," Celeste muttered.

"When you go down on David, do you suck him off and eat his cum?" Abigail asked, continuing her line of intimate questioning.

"Abigail, why don't you stop beating around the bush and just ask her if she's a good cocksucker?" Celeste said.

The air literally sparkled with erotic tension now. Maggie decided she might as well relax and go with the flow. Her mother wasn't going to be satisfied until she dug out every intimate detail of her relationship with David. Besides, talking about sex gave her an extra shot of adrenaline

"Yes, I am a good cocksucker," she said. "I wasn't, but I've been working on it and David says I'm now much better."

Abigail nodded. "Good. If you keep your man well-fucked and well-fed, he'll do most anything for you."

"What about Celeste?" Maggie asked teasingly.

"She said she's a terrible cook."

"Oh, you don't have to cook the food to keep a man well fed, honey," Celeste said. "I can read a menu and use the phone with the best of them."

"I like your husband," Abigail said. "Very much. I want to be sure you're taking good care of him and giving him everything he needs. You said you let him cum in your mouth and eat his cum. Men who like to fuck a woman in the mouth prefer women who swallow their seed. Do you use different positions when you fuck so he won't get bored doing the same thing all the time?"

"Lately we do," Maggie replied. "I wasn't a very good lover at first. David kept telling me I'm a good piece of ass, but I knew he wasn't completely satisfied. I was afraid he would stray, so I made up my mind to become as insatiable as possible. I'm still learning, but I'm getting there."

"Good for you," Celeste said. "Do you cum every time he eats your pussy?"

Maggie laughed merrily. "Since I shed my hang-ups, I cum every time he does anything to me! I even let him watch me jack off. I had no idea a man could get so turned on by merely watching a woman play with her pussy."

"I get horny just listening to you talk about it!" Celeste said. "And, when I get turned on, I have to do something about it." She reached under the table by her chair and got a large, electric-powered wand type massager. She turned it on, spread her legs and ran the end between her thighs.

"Mmmmmm, that feel goods," she murmured. She looked at Maggie and smiled. "If this bothers you, I can go to the bedroom and do it."

Maggie quickly shook her head. She wanted to watch Celeste get herself off. "Oh, no, you don't have to go to the bedroom. Since you had your massager handy, I assume you use it there, so you go right ahead."

"You're very sweet," Celeste said. "I'm going to enjoy you."

Fully engrossed in watching Celeste run the big vibrating knob of the massager over her hairless pussy, Maggie missed the significance of the remark.

"Do you and David fuck in different rooms?" Abigail asked. "On the floor? On the dining table? On the couch? In the car? Have you ever fucked in front of anyone?"

"Whoa!" Maggie giggled. "I can't answer so many questions at once. Let's see, we've fucked in the bedroom, of course, in the bathroom and in the living room. On the couch and on the floor. He has never fucked me on the dining table, but thanks for the idea." She glanced at Celeste and noted the look of bliss on her aunt's face. "We haven't fucked in the car since we were dating. And we've never fucked in front of anyone." She paused a moment, decided she might as well relate the caper with Sheila, and continued, "I didn't masturbate David the way he liked, so a couple of days ago, I asked Sheila to give me a demonstration." She glanced at Celeste again so she wouldn't miss her aunt's moment of crisis.

"Whose cock did you use?" Abigail asked.

"David's, of course," Maggie replied without looking at her mother. She had never watched another woman cum, and she could tell Celeste was going to have one hell of an orgasm. She wondered if her aunt would let her use the massager on her pussy. "She puts on quite a show," she said softly.

"Did you like watching her?"

"Yeah, it turned me on. I'd never watched a woman cum."

"She has a hair trigger," Abigail said with a sexy chuckle.

"Poor pun, Mother. She doesn't have a hair on her pussy." Maggie sucked in her breath. "Oh, look, she's going to cum!"

Celeste threw her head back, held the knob of the massager tight to her slit and let out of wail of divine ecstasy. She began to buck so hard she nearly turned the chair over. Maggie stared, wide-eyed, nearly mesmerized. She had never seen such a glorious sight.

"What a beautiful sight," Maggie said breathlessly. She looked at her mother and gasped. "Mother, you're naked!"

"Not quite, dear," Abigail said. "I'm still wearing my panties and bra. Celeste wants me to go without a bra, but my tits sag too much."

Maggie caught a movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned her head to look at Celeste again.