You do know the title of this story right?

Wait, were they actually giving you a chance to get out of this? All you had to do was say NO and all this would go away. Things could continue as normal. Normal was just fine, right? Right?

Then, unbidden, an image pops into your mind. Your wife naked in bed. Her red hair spread out like a fan on the pillows. Her head thrashing, back arched in the middle of a major orgasm. The kind you’ve only been able to give her maybe half a dozen times in all the time you’ve been together.

Down lower, between her legs, is your sister. Her blonde ponytail swaying with each rise and fall of Sarah’s hips. Bare shoulders lead to bare arms. Arms that are wrapped around and under your wife’s ass. Holding Jenna’s mouth to Sarah’s pussy. Riding her orgasm like riding a rodeo bull.

“Yes.” The word, barely above a whisper, leaves your mouth before there is even conscious thought.

“What?” Your sister asks softly, with a smug little grin on her face. The kind that reminds you of the look she’d get when she’s talk you out of most of your Halloween candy as kids. Only this time there was a small hint of cruelty that you don’t remember seeing before. It only worried you a little bit that that hint did nothing to change your decision.

“Speak up Mark.” She leaned in closer, speaking into your ear. “I don’t think Sarah could hear you.”

“Do it,” you say louder and more assertively. “Show Sarah what a good lover you are.”

“YES!” Cheered Sarah as she leaps up, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

Then the two women get up and share a kiss, definitely not on the cheek.

Sarah leans in, tentative but hopeful. Her lips meet Jenna’s. First a light touch, but then it moves into something deeper, more passionate. Sarah’s hands travel softly down Jenna’s body exploring her curves.

Jenna leans into the kiss, her hands sliding down to grip your wife at the hips. Your sister’s hands hold Sarah tightly, perhaps a bit possessively.

Sarah leans into it. Pressing her body against Jenna’s. As their tongues explore each other’s mouths Sarah’s hands move to Jenna’s behind. Caressing her cheeks through her tight blue jeans.

Jenna’s hands followed suit, although she pulled up Sarah’s sundress first giving you a view of the silk panties your wife had worn for the occasion. Your sister gets a firm grip on Sarah’s ass. Even digging her fingers between her cheeks and into the crack as far as the fabric of the panties will allow.

You see Sarah slip a hand under Jenna’s t-shirt. She cups your sister’s breast and Jenna breaks off the kiss to let out a soft moan. Jenna’s hands leave Sarah’s ass and she pulls her own shirt off over her head. You can clearly see your wife’s hand covering your sister’s breast over her sports bra. Despite yourself you can’t help but notice how perky Jenna’s breasts are.

You feel a heat, a stirring from your crotch watching someone else making out with your wife.

Looking you square in the eye, Jenna leans down and brushes her tongue over Sarah’s nipple. Your wife lets out a deep throaty moan while yours is a soft one. “More.” your wife says bringing her hands to Jenna’s head. Trying to get her to suck instead of these teasing licks. The smell of aroused female is filling the room, and you’re pretty sure not all of it is from your wife.

Jenna straightens up, smiling to Sarah. “Time to take this to the bedroom, I think.” Sarah takes Jenna’s hand and starts leading her away. You rise up out of the chair to follow.

“Where are you going Cuck?” your sister asks voice stern and disapproving. The question and the word puts you on the back foot, and you can only point mutely at the door to your bedroom.

“Nope.” Jenna responds sternly. “Later you may get that privilege, but First Times are special, private.”

“But what am I …” you start, but Jenna pulls her hands from Sarah’s and plants them on your chest, pushing you backwards.

“Doesn’t matter.” She interrupts you. “Read a book, go to the dojo, just don’t open that door until we call you. Understand.” Her tone is harsh and demanding, but her eyes have that mischievous sparkle that says ‘I know you’ll let me have what I want … like always’

And like always she’s right. With a sigh you plod your way back to the chair. Just before you get there you see a giggling Sarah lead Jenna to the bedroom. The door swings shut with a resounding thunk.