The family that plays together stays together.

I came out of the computer room to greet my wife and ask her how her visit went. She had picked up dinner, surprising me, from a very nice local sushi place I love. She even remembered all the sauces I liked. It was surprising because she wasn't a big fan of the place and rarely got it unless it was my birthday or as a thank you.

"Well, this is a nice surprise!" I said, "I had a rough day, so this is a breath of fresh air." I smiled.

"I am sorry you had a bad day. Do you want to talk about it or is there anything I can do to help?" With genuine concern and maybe a little innuendo. It's nice to know I didn't labotomize my wife when I ate her out a couple nights ago.

"I want to get your opinion on some things once I figure out what my options are." I said back. "Would you mind if we ate while watching TV? I just need to get out of my own head for a bit."

"Of course not, sweetie; you're the man of the house." If you want to eat in front of the TV, then that's what we will do." I grimaced a bit, knowing that was my influence over her. Normally, my wife would have put a stop to eating in front of the TV; it was important to her, and she was very adamant about alone time and non-screen time, including TV and phones. "In fact, why don't you sit on the floor in front of me? I need to wait for my soup to cool off, so why don't I massage your back while I wait since you had a rough day?" Well, I wasn't going to say no to that.

So for the next 15 minutes, I sat while eating my sushi and watching the first 48, just letting my mind get into the show, and tried to stop thinking about everything going on here. My wife ate her soup after the 15 minutes but then got right back to rubbing my shoulders and arms, and as the hour-long episode was winding down, she had her breasts pressed against my back, her hands were massaging my chest, and she was running her hands through my hair. Obviously, this massage had started to take on a more erotic tone as the hour went on.

I had a lot more things to think about before thinking about any extracurricular bed room activities. So I tried to change the mood by sitting up on the couch and asking her how things went at her mom.

"Things went pretty well, she said; my sister ended up showing up too." This caused me to hold my breath for a second. Jen's sister Renee was not an easy person to get along with; she was 7 years older than my wife, but you would never know it because she acted 7 years younger than her. She is constantly late, irresponsible, can't hold a job for more than a few months, and tries to start fights with her mom and my wife because she is jealous of their relationship. But my wife has a soft spot for her and unlimited patience. The one reason I didn't hate her guts is that it seemed like she was always envious of Jen for marrying me—someone stable, loving, responsible, and reasonably successful. It didn't hurt that she looked like a more mature version of my wife, with bigger tits and a bigger ass. Speaking of which, her mother was basically one step further; I wouldn't call her a MILF because she had put on some weight, but that just caused her tits to grow to the size of small bowling balls. When she cooked for us, she would put on an apron that was strained to contain her massive mammaries. Shaking my head, I focused on my wife, who had been talking this whole time, just catching the end of what she was saying.

"Wait...what did you say?" I had to have heard that wrong.

"What about you having sex with my sister?" She repeated.

This caused me to shoot some of the pepsi I had just drunk out of my nose, causing pain and a mess.

"Go back and tell me what you said before; I must have had a stroke while you were talking to me."

"I said we were all sitting and having lunch, and my sister started complaining about her latest ex and how he couldn't get it up and refused to go down on her." She said it without a hint of embarrassment.

"What! You guys talk about that while having lunch!" I choked out, not believing my ears.

"We tell each other everything silly; we just happened to be eating lunch at that time. After she told us about her ex, I had to bring up how amazing you are in bed and how you gave me a mind altering orgasm when you ate me out the other night." She said it with a little smile.

"Bu....why would....with your mom and sister...what else have you told them?" Feeling exasperated, confused, and just completely shocked that our love life was an open book for her mom and sister.

"My dear Matt, I have talked about all aspects of our relationship with them since the first time we had sex until yesterday. Why do you think they like you so much?"

I tried to wrap my head around how this information was impossible, but how did that turn into me fucking her sister? "Ok, so what happened after that?" you asked, still trying to process everything.

"Well, my sister was pretty surprised at my praise of you and how you turned my brain and pussy into oatmeal. I could tell she was turned on; in fact, my mom was too!" She giggled!

Well, it was my turn to have my brain go to mush. How did my life change so drastically in 72 hours? My wife has not only been talking about our love life since we practically met, but apparently it is as casual as talking about the weather. Then there is the fact that they were apparently somehow aroused by the idea of me pleasuring my wife?! It had to be the voice of persuasion doing this; she didn't realize she was influencing their minds. It had to be that; there was no other possibility. My wife continued.

"So before I left, I asked Renee to come outside to say good-bye to me. I didn't think mom was ready to hear this yet, but Renee seemed interested still. So I told her if she ever wanted to have a night alone with you, I would be fine with it; after all, I know how hard she has had it with guys, and I know you would blow her mind. She seemed upset at first and speechless, but after I told her it was ok, that I was alright with you seeing other women because you were such a God in bed, she started to see the possibility of being with you...she still wasn't quite there yet, but she said she would think about it and let me know." She said matter of factly, like her sister was deciding if she wanted our used dinette set, not my cock!

"Owww, my head hurts," I said, holding my forehead. "Jen, we were supposed to talk about what happened last night and the crazy talk about sleeping with your work friends, and you go and do this!? What am I supposed to think? Are you going to try and get my mom to try and sleep with me now?!"

"Not unless you wanted to sleep with her Master...." She had her first look of nervousness since we started this conversation, not failing to notice the switch to Master since we were about as deep into the perverted sex talk as we could go.

I looked her in the eyes as deeply and seriously as I could. "No, I do not under any circumstances, want to sleep with my mother. Do you understand, Jen?" I said I was trying to impress this upon her.

My wife has completely spaced out her eyes, which were glassy and wide. "Of course, Master, I understand," she said, and then a few seconds later, her eyes came back to normal. I have had enough stress for today. I know it's not right to take advantage of my wife knowing I have this power over her, but I was at my wits end and tired on top of it. I needed some TLC.

"****," I said firmly.

"Yes Master!" She perked up when I used her bedroom designation.

"I am going to get ready for bed; I want you to cleanup and wear something sexy, and you're going to pleasure me by any means you can think of until I fall asleep, do you understand?"

"Oh yes, Master, thank you, Master; I won't let you down!" She got up to obey my order with a smirk and then scurried off to clean up the takeout and perform her duties. I felt a little guilty, but I know she would have done this without a supernatural reason too. Maybe not as enthusiastically, but hey, she was happy, and I will be happy. It's a win-win right?