Kiss her ass

"Kiss my ass, Wanda!" Ellen commands.

She turns her back on her mother/sister and winks at you.

"Of course, Ellen! Anything you want!" Wanda says and kneels before her keister.

The redhead gives a gentle peck on your wife's left cheek.

"Oh come on, Wanda!" You chide. "Your big sister has a big, beautiful ass! Put some passion into it! Show some respect!"

"Aw!" Says Ellen, reveling in your praise of her ass.

"Yes, Bill! Sorry Bill!" Wanda says in a panic and starts frantically smooching.

"That's better, you little slut!" Ellen says, smirking.

"You're such a good big sister," you praise your wife and kiss her on the mouth.

She melts into you, her fake tits pressing against your chest, her ass pushing back against Wanda's lips. You move to Ellen's neck, nibbling. She coos appreciatively. She always got mad when you tried to give her hickies when you were first married. You haven't tried in years. But she doesn't seem to object now as you mark her, reaching down to diddle her clit as you do so.

"Oh Bill! Oh Bill!" She cries out. "Yes! Yes!"

You leave her neck to redden and nibble an earlobe, eliciting giggles.

"You are such a hot piece of ass, Ellie," you whisper. "I think Wanda can be more appreciative. Go get on the bed, face down, ass up."

Your wife giggles and complies, taking the position you had her mother in earlier that night.

"Did I do good?" Wanda asked, confused at the sudden departure of the ass she was kissing.

"You did ok, Wanda," you tell her. "But you can do better, if you want to earn your keep."

"Oh yes, yes!" Wanda nods, wide eyed. "Anything you two want!"

"Do you know what a rim job is, bimbo?" You ask her.

She shakes her head no, red pigtails whipping about.

"Oh, you'll love it! " you assure her. "Get up on the bed behind Ellie, spread her cheeks and give her asshole a good tongue bath!"

Wanda blushes but agrees and soon as her face buried in her daughter's ass as your wife moans her appreciation into a pillow.

You run your hand from the top of Ellen's head to the inside of Wanda's knee in one smooth, languid stoke, encouraging them both to enjoy what they're doing, which they don't appear to need, but it can't hurt.

You're already getting hard again. Damned if the remote hadn't been very effective on your stamina! You grab the remote and make some subtitle changes, then grab Ellie by her blue hair and turn her head so you can see her pink eyes, wild with the effect of Wanda's administrations. She gives your u a lop-sided smile when she recognizes you.

"Ellie, I think I'd like to fuck your asshole now that Wanda has gotten it ready for me," you propose. "What do you think of that idea?"

"Oh fuck yes, Bill!" She begs. "Do it! Fu-fuck my ass!"

You grin and tap out Wanda. Your teenaged mother in law looks around in confusion, her face a mess.

"My turn with Ellie's asshole, Wanda-girl!" You say to the confused, besmirched bimbo. "You can watch for now and lick my balls once I'm in!"

You slide your wife's knees around off the bed and spread her legs. It's the modifications you made with the remote that that let you slide in easily more than Wanda's tongue lashing, but the girls don't need to know that. All Ellen knows right now is that she's experiencing a pleasure so mind-blowing she would have never imagined it was possible.

"Oh GOD! Oh sweet FUCK! I..., you.... OH MY FUCKING GOD!" She exclaims as you slide in your monster cock without tearing and with just enough pain to add spice to the explosive pleasure of the penetration you've made intrinsic to Ellen's asshole.

"I'm in, Wanda," you call out and your new sister in law dutifully scampers behind you and starts licking your balls from behind as you slowly waggle and grind and Ellie's exclamations become more vulgar but less coherent.

"Ah, domestic bliss..." You sigh, digging your fingers into her perfect ass and admiring the way she has begun trembling uncontrollably as her mother's teenaged tongue discovers your taint, pushing you over the edge.

You arch your back and roar, unloading into Ellen's ass as Wanda giggles from her place behind you.

As you slide your deflating dick out of her, you notice your wife is no longer moving.

"Ellie?" You inquire, gently patting her ass. "Ellllliiiiieeee."

No response. You roll her over and find her eyes are open and her grin is huge, but waving a hand in front of her and squeezing a nipple elicits no response. She's catatonic.

"I fucked her brains out..." You muse.

"Oooooh!" Wanda exclaims. "Can you do me next?"

Wanda looks the worse for wear, having been engaged in undercarriage work. But you could always clean her up. That could even be fun.

Of course, the remote could probably wake up Ellie. Or you could play with her like she was a blow up doll.

Or you and Wanda could join her in dreamland. It is after 2 a.m., after all.