On the fifth day since arriving, Michael put in some work on his lectures. It was raining and after twenty laps in the municipal swimming centre, he cut his morning run short and returned to the hotel.
He met Rita in the entrance hall. They had a brief, friendly chat, with neither mentioning the night they had spent nor Lisa’s threesome proposal.
While Rita flirtatiously smiled and seemed to encourage him, Michael was reticent in bringing it up or asking her for another date. He believed it was up to the sisters to show and tell if and how their unusual affair was to progress.
After lunch, walking through the entrance hall to the lift he saw, through the glass door of the reception office, Lisa at her desk. She looked up, smiled, and gave him a wave. Shortly after getting to his room, the phone rang.
It was Lisa. Somewhat hesitant, she asked why he was staying in today. Michael told her he was working; then Lisa marshalled her courage:
“Michael, I want to apologise for not ringing you sooner. I wanted to tell you how wonderful the night with you was for me. But I began to worry. Was I too aggressive? Did you think I was outrageously sluty in what I said, did, and proposed? Suddenly, the prospect of facing you, even talking to you on the phone, scared me out of my wits. I had a long talk with Rita. She assured me that everything that could happen between us three was good and exciting. She could knock on your door this afternoon. She wants to arrange our first meeting, the sexy hussy!”
Michael could only tell Lisa how happy she made him with her call as he had begun to think they had changed their mind about their joint, sexy adventure. He was, he told her, so much looking forward to it. Lisa giggled and closed their conversation with a breathy, “Bye, for now. Just as well, Michael, that you are as naughty as us.”
It was mid-afternoon. Michael bent over his Air pad, was on his second cup of coffee when there was a knock on the door. Without waiting for the admitting reply, Rita breezed in. Not giving Michael time to get up, she walked up to the chair, slung her arms around him and kissed him on the neck. Looking over his shoulder at the pad’s screen, she commented:
“This doesn’t look very exciting. With Lisa and I seducing you, I thought I would catch you looking at sexier stuff on your Pad. You have some on it, haven’t you? I have on mine.”
Michael had managed to pull Rita on his lap. Not that she struggled or tried to pull down her dislodged skirt over her thighs. Her mind still fixed on the possible content of Michael’s Air pad, she asked:
“Are you married, Michael? I bet your wife is pretty and sexy. You have pictures of her on this pad, haven’t you?… Or your phone. All husbands have. Show me;… am I… or Lisa as sexy as she?”
Michael laughed:
“Yes, she is sexy and pretty but both of you are far sexier lovers than she ever was. I have no longer a picture of her on my phone or my pad. We divorced three years ago. But I can show you a picture of my daughter; she is pretty, twenty years old, and a student, in her third year of Medicine. I love her; we share the house. She protects me. She is more critical of my lady friends than I am allowed to be of her boyfriends.”
Rita grinned, “Just as well for us she is not here. We would have to fight over you. She would think you in great danger from us.”
“Am I?”
“Not unless you suffer from a hang-up about our threesome.
You are in no danger. Lisa and I are quite settled and satisfied with our present circumstances. We are not on the lookout for a different life with a new partner.
A quite different opportunity arose with you. We knew you from our teens and you were here for only a brief visit. We found you irresistibly sexy and decided to draw you into a brief holiday binge of pure sexual pleasure. There is nothing long-term binding in our affair. You don’t need protecting by your darling daughter.”
“I love your insisting that we binge on sexual pleasure…. Is there more on Lisa’s and your wish list?… Almost half of my holiday here with you has passed already.”
Rita stretched back in Michael’s arm and pressed her boob harder into his left hand. Her thighs, caressed by his right, spread wider, inviting him to touch the moist warmth in the crotch of her panties.
Pretending to frown at him she said:
“We have not kept you waiting. Or don’t you count your wild night with me and, I heard, the lascivious one with Lisa as part of our binge?”
“How could I forget; you turned me into a glutton for more and more of you…. I’ll be leaving you in ten days. I can only hope that you and Lisa will spend alternative nights with me…. Or is there a change in the menu for our feasting? In any case, I will leave you as the saddest of men… but happily exhausted.”
“What do you mean by change of menu?”
“Both you and Lisa have repeatedly used the term Threesome. Do you mean by that our arrangement: I have great sex with both of you, and you talk and share your sexual experience? All right, it is a threesome of sorts.
Or do you mean by Threesome what is conventionally meant? You told me that you watch porn on your pad. So, you know! Would you and Lisa want to join me in such a sexual Threesome?”
Michael noted with a degree of satisfaction that Rita blushed and hesitated to answer. Eventually, she decided to tell the truth:
“We couldn’t decide. But the idea of such a threesome with you turns us on. Both of us, in telling and listening to our story of the night’s sex with you, wished we had been there… in the sinful flesh!”
“Why couldn’t you decide then? Because you are sisters?”
“No, we dismissed this quickly. Lisa started our talking by joking it was a pity we were sisters; otherwise, we could have a threesome with you. But then, we dismissed the notion that our sexual involvement with each other would be wrong as irrelevant.”
“How come?” queried Michael.
“Because we are only sisters by choice. My mother brought me as a girl of three into Lisa’s father’s second marriage. Lisa and I quickly loved each other. We were intimately, often naughtily close in growing up. It continued as adults. Especially in our marriages, the emotional and bodily intimacy of our relationship had a sensuousness that made up for what both our marriages lacked.
As we talked about a possible Threesome with you and how exciting it would be, I admitted to Lisa that until now, when I met you, her beauty and sensuality turned me on much more than any man ever did. It forced Lisa to confess that she loved looking at my tits and had always found me disturbingly sexy. So, we decided, that getting into a Threesome with you would break down what had held us back. There we just blushed and stopped talking!”
Rita bent in and gave Michael a long, promising-all kiss while her thighs locked his furtive hand onto her heating-up pussy. Then she whispered:
‘Lisa and I agreed, Michael. We want to join you in a wild, sexy, nothing-is-forbidden Threesome if you come to my house at ten o’clock tonight.”
For the rest of the afternoon, Michael found it hard to concentrate on his lecture preparation. Neither did he allow himself any planning for the sexual adventure that awaited him. With the three of them being first-timers, he was only grateful that he would not have to take the lead in overcoming the awkwardness of initiating the action.
When he went down for an early dinner, he saw neither Lisa nor Rita. Gerd said Hello and tried to invite him for a post-dinner drink. Michael declined the invitation, giving some excuse.
Back in his suite, he had a lengthy shower. Under the hot cascade and his vigorous wash, his cock got worryingly aroused. It necessitated a sobering-up cold-shower conclusion.
At nine-thirty, Michael was dressed. He was all keyed up and restless, and left the hotel even though he knew that Rita’s house was only a short distance away.
As he approached her house, staying in the shadows on the opposite side of the street, a car pulled into the drive and the house’s exterior lights switched on. Stepping back behind a bush, Michael watched Lisa get out of her Golf. She wore a pantsuit of some clingy material. As she bent into the car to retrieve a bag, Michael was voluptuously struck by how her pants showed off her buttock’s luscious contours.
While Rita welcomed Lisa into the house, Michael had to walk twice around the block before — a few minutes before ten — he could ring Rita’s bell.
It was Lisa who opened the door, drawing him swiftly in to close the door against any furtive observers. Standing before him she smiled as she let his eyes slowly, almost feeling her, glide down her body, momentarily resting on her breast, then her pubis as if he could see the turmoil stirring in her tits and moistening fold.
When his eyes came to rest on her bare feet and in excitement curling toes, Lisa explained, “No shoes are worn in Ria’s house.” Nodding to the low bench, she said, “Sit down, Michael; let me take them off.”
He sat down. As Lisa kneeled before him and bent forward to undo the laces, the top of her garment parted. Not enough to slip off but enough to offer Michael a glimpse at a lovely, stiff-nippled boob.
With the shoes off, Lisa — now giggling — stripped him of his socks.
Michael pulled her up into a hug. With one hand cupping her temptingly offered boob he asked, “What’s so funny about my socks, Lisa?”
“I could not help it…. I suddenly remembered how on watching porn on my pad, blokes fucking with their socks on always turned me off.”
With a peal of laughter, she drew Michael into a breath-robbing kiss before she finally mumbled, “I could not let it happen to me in a Threesome, Michael, could I?”