Chapter 5
"Leave it to the French to bring sex into everything," Zack said. "Does it work?"
"As if you need anything to help you out," Amanda said. "You close you eyes and think about pussy, and your cock gets hard."
"I don't even have to close my eyes," Zack laughed, "not with you two around."
"I think anything is an aphrodisiac if you believe it is," Megan said. "You know what they say, the brain is the ultimate sex organ."
Zack sat in the overstuffed chair and Amanda perched on his lap sideways, with her knees toward the couch where Matt was sitting. Her short tight skirt rode up to the top of her thighs and she parted her legs slightly, and Matt grinned lecherously as he stared between her thighs at the brown bush covering her mound.
"Maybe so," Amanda laughed, "but a guy's brain isn't what shows when he gets turned on."
"It has to start in the mind," Matt said.
"Sometimes," Megan said, "I wonder if you two ever think of anything else. Neither of you can resist a warm nipple on your lips, and that's the way you want us to wake you every morning. Amanda and I have to drain you before you can get out of bed and start the day, then we have to drain you again at night. I don't know how we ever get any work done."
"Honey, if you're complaining," Amanda laughed, "don't include me! I like things just the way they are."
"Oh, I'm not complaining," Megan said. "I wouldn't have it any other way. A few days before the kids came home from college, Matt caught me on my hands and knees in the garden and nailed me."
"I know," Zack said. "Amanda watched you, then came running down to the barn where I was pitching hay and I had to bang her right then and there."
Amanda laughed and tousled his hair. "Had to? You were undressed before I was."
"You're both about as naughty as two women can be," Matt said.
"Honey," Megan said, "if you give a guy a choice between a naughty woman and a nice one, he'll choose the naughty woman more often than not."
"Well, I guess that's why we chose you two," Zack said.
"Maybe you didn't," Megan said. "Anybody who thinks that a woman can't keep a secret has never met my sister and me."
"Maybe it's time we told them," Amanda said.
"Zack, do you know why you married Amanda?" Megan looked at Matt. "How about you, darling, do you know why you married me?"
"I don't know about Zack, but I married you because I love you," Matt said.
"I married Amanda for the same reason," Zack said.
"Yes, that's true," Megan said, "but Matt, you also love Amanda, and Zack, you also love me. When Amanda and I decided that we'd better put our brand on you, we flipped a coin. We'd both had both of you many times, so we knew exactly what we were getting, and we both loved both of you, so it didn't matter who got which one. We knew that we were going to be an extended family, that we'd both continue to have both of you as often as we wanted, so marriage was just a formality, a way to keep you from getting away."
"Well," Matt laughed, "I'll be damned."
"Ditto," Zack said. "Where's the romance?"
"Everywhere you look," Amanda said.
"She's right, you know," Matt said. "We have all the romance and loving and dynamite sex any guy could possibly want, and I've never heard either of them say anything about wanting to expand our little group."
"You know," Amanda said, "I've heard that women marry for security and that men marry for sex. In our case, Megan's and mine, I think we married for sex as much as we did for security. We like what we've got, so there's no reason to look elsewhere."
"Can't beat that," Matt said, "not even with a big stick. Zack, do you know what Megan does when she messes up dinner?"
"Order a pizza?"
"I undress before I sit down at the table," Megan said, "and he never notices that the food is terrible."
Matt said, "I've been on to her trick a long time, but who am I to complain? She serves the most marvelous dessert afterward, all gooey and dripping with honey, and the taste is out of this world."
"I do the same thing," Amanda laughed.
"It works for me," Zack said.
Megan was wearing a dark blue jersey knit dress with a tight, low-cut top and hip-hugging skirt, and high heel sandals that set off her shapely legs just right. Her large tits showed almost to the nipple and the upper edge of her areolae peeked out when she moved. She turned and faced Zack and pulled the top down on one side and displayed her bare tit to him. "I think we've talked enough," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Now, it's time we finish what we started in the car."
Megan pushed the top of the dress off her other shoulder and wiggled it down and stepped out of it. She fluffed up her luxuriant muff, then stood with her legs parted slightly and her hands on her hips, her creamy tits rising and falling in a rapid rhythm, manifesting her excitement. The other three stared at her in silence, like people waiting for a thunderstorm to burst.
"Man, talk about prime pussy," Zack said huskily. "Matt, our wives are two sexy broads."
"Wanton is more like it," Matt chuckled.
Megan licked her lips sexily and grinned. "Don't forget bawdy and lascivious and totally audacious, darling." She pulled Amanda off Zack's lap, and a dreamy, hazy quality filled the air, thick enough to cut with a dull knife. "You know you can't party with your clothes on, darling," she chided softly.
She unbuttoned Amanda's blouse and pushed it off, then reached around and unhooked her bra, and her sister's ripe tits poured out, tipped with large, honeyed nipples. She cupped the heavy mounds and hefted them.
Amanda shivered visibly and goose bumps covered her body. "Oh," she whispered, "I love it when you touch me. Your hands feel so good."
"I'm just a handy woman to have around," Megan laughed, holding her hand in a loose fist and pretending she was jerking a cock.
She unfastened Amanda's skirt and let it fall, and Amanda stepped daintily out of the puddle of cloth.
Zack's throat was tight and dry. He'd watched his wife strip thousands of times, but watching her sister undress her was totally different, and a fierce excitement gripped him, gorged his prick and made it throb urgently.
Megan squatted, and her eyes burned with lust and the tip of her tongue circled her lips lewdly as she stared hungrily at her sister's crotch. She licked Amanda's belly and kissed her pussy, then stood, and as she rose, she slid her hands up the outside of Amanda's legs and let her nipples graze Amanda's taut belly
Amanda gasped out loud and murmured, "Oh, you really turn me on, you devil."
Megan embraced her sister and crushed their heavy tits together and undulated her mound against Amanda's.
"God," Amanda gasped, "my insides turn to jelly when you do this to me." She closed her eyes and trembled as Megan kissed her fervently and stroked her buttocks.
"I like to feel you up, darling," Megan murmured. She put her hands between Amanda's legs and rubbed her pussy.
Amanda's eyes opened wide and she moaned and arched her back. "That makes my pussy all gooey and goosey."
"Gooey, goosey pussies are fun to lick," Megan chuckled suggestively. She put her hand behind Amanda's head and kissed her amorously on the mouth. "You're so beautiful, so sexy, darling, and I love to make out with you."
"Do you remember the first time we made out with each other?"
"like it was yesterday," Megan replied, "even though it was years ago. Those two scoundrels sitting over there with smug looks dared us to, and you know me, I could never let a challenge go unanswered."
Amanda put her hands on Megan's cheeks and very slowly put their lips together and slithered her tongue into her sister's mouth and kissed her with rapidly building passion.
Matt looked at Zack and nodded, and they both stood and quickly shucked their clothes, then sat back down and watched their wives with fascination, their cocks getting harder by the second.
Megan slid her hands down and cupped Amanda's ass and pulled forward. Amanda instinctively curved her crotch out to meet Megan's mound, and Megan caressed and kneaded the cheeks of her sister's bare buns as she wiggled her own ass and rubbed their pussies together.
Reluctant to break their kiss, Amanda pulled her mouth away slowly, leaving her tongue in Megan's mouth as long as possible. She sighed deeply and shivered, then stepped back, her face flushed a rosy pink with passion.
"We'd better include the guys," Megan said, "or they'll lose interest and leave."
"Don't worry about me," Matt said quickly, "I like what you're doing. Besides, I can't leave, I live here."
"I second the motion," Zack said, "and I'm not about to leave."
Megan leaned over and dipped her fingers into a glass sitting on the small coffee table and extracted an ice cube and casually rubbed it over both of her nipples, then chuckled softly and cupped one hefty tit and aimed the nipple at Amanda's mouth. "Ice makes them so hard and pointy, but it sure does make them cold. Get them warm again, baby."
"If I warm them, they won't be hard and pointy," Amanda teased, then leisurely licked and sucked both nipples.
Megan looked over Amanda's shoulder and giggled. "Look at the guys. They really must like what we're doing."
Amanda looked at her husband and also giggled. "Yeah, Zack's cock looks almost grotesque sticking up that way." She swiveled her head and looked at Matt. "So does yours, Matt."
"They're just sitting there like two frogs on a log with great big hard cocks," Megan giggled. "I think they need a little more encouragement."
"And we know just how to encourage them," Amanda said ebulliently. "There's not a man alive who doesn't get excited watching a woman show a little pink and play with her pussy."
Megan turned around and sat on the couch and spread her legs and casually fingered her clit. Matt moved over to a straight chair where he could see better, and Amanda took his place on the couch and spread her legs and slid the tip of her finger into her slit. Megan reached over and lifted Amanda's leg over hers, and they looked at their husbands and grinned lewdly.
"Two bawdy broads," Matt said, "and sisters to boot."
"And you love it," Amanda giggled.
"That's why you married us," Megan laughed.
"I thought you two flipped a coin," Zack said.
"Oh, we did," Amanda said, "but you had to be willing, or it wouldn't have worked."
"Tell the truth now," Megan said, "does it really matter to either of you which one of us you married?"
"Not to me," Matt said.
"Nor me," Zack said.
Megan stuck her finger in her hole and pumped it in and out rapidly a few times, then said, "Okay, show us how much you like what you've got."