A tale of 2 sisters

Chapter 2

It was late by the time we were finished. We ordered in for dinner and watched shows together on Netflix before retiring to our bedrooms for the night. The sight of Emily's underwear still lingered in my mind as we lay on the bed. My groin stirred, and I immediately turned to my wife. Dressed in her soft cotton nightie and matching shorts, the loose material of her nightie revealed her perky nipples. I planted my lips on them and started sucking.

"Hey!" protested my wife at the sudden attack. "What are you..." Her words melted away to moans as I persisted in my sucking. "What if Emily hears us?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Pretending not to hear her, I slid off her cotton shorts, revealing her blue striped thong. "You want it as well, don't you? You obviously wore such underwear to seduce me," I said.

Stripes and thongs are my weakness, something my wife is well aware of. Seeing her panties made me even harder, and I mounted her in the 69 position. I love being on top during 69; it allows me to plunge my cock deep into my wife's mouth, and she can't retract her head back to avoid it as the bed is in the way.

"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned in protest. I retracted my hips a bit, to allow her to breathe, and she pulled my cock out of her mouth, saying, "You bully me! Now watch what I'm going to do to you."

She placed both of my testicles in her mouth, lightly sucking them. Another of my weaknesses. Now it was my turn to moan, but I had another trick up my sleeve. Pulling apart her thong and spreading her labia, I flicked my tongue quickly back and forth over her clitoris.

She started squealing and moaning, and I felt the reverberations of her moans over my testicles. Moving over her entrance, I tasted her sweet juices, but I did not linger long, as I moved over to her cute anus and did the same, flicking the folds and prodding with my tongue.

"Your tongue is so soft," she said as she squirmed.

"You like it when I do this right?" I said as I moved my tongue around her anus.

Ignoring me, she continued her assault on my testicles. Moving back to my turgid penis, she started to perform fellatio on my shaft, again letting out low moans that I felt throughout my entire body. I was apparently the first person my wife had ever given a blowjob to.

I didn't believe her at first, as she had had other partners before me, and her technique was so good. She did have the habit of having some teeth action at times, which put me off initially, but I thoroughly enjoyed it now, as it made me feel how aroused I was.

I decided I needed to penetrate her now. I turned 180 degrees and positioned my shaft at her entrance. It didn't take much aiming for me to find her opening, and I thrust the entire length of my penis into her tight hole.

I'll admit, my sexual endurance is not the best. I quickly had to change positions as I felt the familiar sensation building in my groin. Putting my wife in doggy style, I took a second to admire her curvaceous buttocks and her sexy thong pulled to one side. I once again thrust myself into her, eliciting more moans and squeals from her.

"We have to be quiet, don't we?" I teased again as I thrust my hips hard, finding satisfaction as I saw the ripples across her ass.

"But it's so good... I love doggy style," my wife said breathlessly. "I-I think I'm going to cum."

"Give me your arms." I grabbed both her arms; a finishing move we were both used to. She rested her face and chest on her bed and prepared herself for my final onslaught. Thrusting harder than ever before, I felt her cervix at the tip of my dick. The extra friction brought me ever closer, and I prayed I could hold on until my wife came.

It came blissfully soon enough, as my wife's high-pitched squeals suddenly stopped, and I felt her body tightening. Immediately after, I released my inhibition and flooded her pussy with my sperm.

"It's warm..." said my wife, tired. She extended her legs, and we both fell forward, my weight on top of her. "I'm going to have cramps tomorrow..."

I couldn't reply to her, as I was exhausted. I washed up reluctantly, and we slept in each other's arms afterward.

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The next morning, I got breakfast from a nearby hawker center and my wife and I started eating. Emily, ever the late riser, joined us a while after. I was once again reminded of the perks of having her stay with us. The short length of her FBTs accentuated her legs, making them appear long and smooth. Her bra was slightly visible. I was hoping she would go braless, but I guess having a male in the house made her more careful.

My wife was also similar, wearing a bra at home when she previously hadn't. Then again, my wife was wearing tiny red cotton hot pants, a sight I never grew tired of. Having another woman in the house with similar attire just made me feel even better. Feeling awkward, my wife asked how she had slept the night before, but Emily had no complaints. I thanked HDB in my head for building a house with good noise-blocking walls.

Indeed, our intimate couple activities did take a hit once Emily moved in with us. My wife no longer went pantless and braless at home, except prior to sleeping, and I had to confine my groping and perving on my wife to our bedroom only. Emily only started work in a week's time, so she spent most of the days lounging at home.

She no longer wore skirts as she had previously while at home, which was tragic, but I did occasionally catch a glimpse of her panties through the opening of her shorts when she sat cross-legged or with her legs up. You win some, lose some, I guess.

The increased interaction between us was also a plus. We spoke more frequently, and feeling more comfortable, I was able to drop more jokes and make her laugh more often. I also started to volunteer to help do and sort the laundry more. Emily seemed to have no qualms washing our clothes together, so I was able to see some of her stained panties prior to washing. When nobody was looking, I would crumple the soft fabric and take a good whiff of it; heavenly.