July 4th at The Sagamore - Part 5

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Despite having fantasized about Marie hooking up with Derek's brother-in-law, it's actually his sister that makes the move, leading to a day of unexpected pleasures for all involved.

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Marie wakes early, dresses in a sports bra and leggings, and gives me a kiss on the cheek before heading out for sunrise yoga, a morning at the spa, and breakfast, all at my sister's invitation. I fall back to sleep, wake up around 9 a.m. and order breakfast to the room.

I'm on the balcony reading a book when Marie returns. It's still early, though I know she's practically had a full day already. She looks remarkably good in her yoga clothes and I make sure to note how much I enjoy the look of her hair in a ponytail.

Something isn't quite right, though. I can see it on Marie's face and in her body language. "Is everything okay?" I ask.

I move to stand but she comes out on the balcony and sits in the chair next to mine. "I don't know," Marie says.

I relax a little. Whatever happened was not earth-shattering or she would look a great deal more concerned.

She turns and looks out over the balcony railing for a few seconds and says, "Your sister kissed me."

It is quite literally the last thing I expect her to say, thus the stunned silence that follows for a handful of seconds before I manage to say, "Kissed you? Like, kissed you kissed you, or peck on the cheek kissed you?"

Marie looks at me. "There was tongue involved."

I am once more stunned into silence. Then a thought occurs to me. I take a deep breath as I consider it. Then, I say, "How long was this kiss?"

For just a moment Marie's lips curl into a smile, confirming my suspicion. "It wasn't short."

"So you didn't try and stop her?"

She shakes her head.

"In fact, if there was tongue involved, that means that you welcomed it, at least at a certain point."

Marie nods. "Yes, that's what that means."

"So, my sister kissed you and you welcomed her tongue into your mouth."

She nods once more and reaches for my coffee. She takes a sip and looks out over the balcony. "It was in the sauna. We were alone. Swimsuits are optional in the saunas and I figured I'd go without and see what happens. We sat. I opened my towel. Your sister was seated across from me - the saunas are small - and I saw her staring, though it wasn't necessarily erotic in nature."

I'm not sure how I should feel about the story Marie is telling, though I find myself eager to hear how it unfolds.

"She told me how beautiful I was," she continues. "I told her she didn't have to be shy about dropping her towel if she wanted to. I told her that she was quite beautiful, that I'd noticed some of the resort attendants staring at her."

"Is that true?"

Marie nods. "She is beautiful, Derek. Of course men look at her. She opened her towel. She was naked too. I stared a little. I smiled. I again told her how beautiful she looked. I'm sorry to say that I think I was being a bit flirty."

"Just like you were with Wes in the hot tub."

"Yes, just like that. I think it's this freedom you've given me. It makes me flirt with damn near everyone, if for no other reason than to see if they're interested, to see if I could have them if I wanted them. I don't know why, but knowing that people want me makes me feel good."

"It makes me feel good too."

Marie sips my coffee and sets it back on the table between our chairs. I note how good her legs look in the tight pink material of her leggings and how taut her stomach is even as she sits.

"We talked about her affair," Marie says. "I asked about it. I asked if it felt good to be desired in that intense manner that happens when you're first with someone. I asked if it felt good to sneak around behind Wes's back for the pleasure of having sex with someone else. We both got turned on. I saw her nipples get hard. I saw her pussy lips begin to glisten and I'm pretty sure she saw both of those surefire signs of arousal in me."

I feel gentle discomfort at the idea that I'm getting turned on listening to my girlfriend talk about an erotic interlude with my sister. I reason that I'm not the one that kissed my sister, though, as the mere thought of doing so is quite unpleasant. For some reason, though, the idea of Marie doing so has left me unexpectedly excited.

"I confessed...Derek, I confessed to your sister that I'm permitted to play outside our relationship."

My eyes go wide. I feel tension in my chest. My pulse spikes.

"It's okay," Marie says, clearly recognizing my reaction. "She said she already suspected as much. She said that she'd love to find that freedom with Wes, that she's been considering talking to him about it."

The revelation is not surprising. Claire has talked of their sex life being enlivened since her cheating and she showed very little remorse for stepping out on her husband. In fact, when talking to her a few days ago at the pool I couldn't help but wonder if she wished she was still involved with the man she'd cheated with.

"Not long after that, Claire moved to sit next to me," Marie says. "I knew what she intended on doing the moment she got up. I knew I wanted it based on how excited I got, which is why I didn't stop her when she put a hand on my thigh and leaned in to kiss me. I didn't stop her when her mouth opened and her tongue brushed against my lips. I didn't stop when she took one of my breasts in her hand as our tongues mingled."

It feels strange to be so excited, and yet I cannot deny the sudden surge of lust between my legs and the growth of my cock. I wonder if I'm merely aroused by all things taboo, by pushing boundaries, by the idea that my girlfriend is willing and eager to indulge in her wildest desires.

"So, would it be fair to say that you made out with my sister?"

Marie nods. "Yes, that would be fair."

"And did you...did you touch her like she touched you?"

"Yes. I touched her breasts. I kissed her neck. I...I fingered her, too. She was soaking wet, Derek. My fingers moved inside her with such ease. I made her moan for me. I got wetter as it happened. I probably shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't help myself. It felt so good."

"Did she finger you?"

Marie bites her lower lip and shakes her head. "She...she went down on me."

I lean back. I feel genuine shock. Marie has clearly crossed a boundary, and yet I can't generate even an ounce of anger or even annoyance.

"I would have gone down on her, but she turned me down. She masturbated and came while she was eating my pussy, though."

"Did you cum?"

"I did. Really hard, actually."

I take a deep breath. "So you fucked my sister," I say. "Just to be clear."

Marie seems embarrassed as she looks away. "Yes, I did. I fucked your sister."

"And she knows about the fact that you fuck other guys outside our relationship?"

Marie nods.

I'm turned on. I'm concerned, too. I can't help but wonder if Marie went too far, if she made a colossal mistake. If Claire confesses to Wes that she had sex with my girlfriend, it seems possible that their marriage will detonate. It seems equally possible that things will be so strange between us that I'll find it impossible to be around my sister.

"Afterwards...she sat next to me, took my hand, and kissed me again. Then we held hands as we sat in sauna. It was while our fingers were entwined that she confessed something to me."

"What's that?" I ask. I note that I'm holding my breath as I wait for her answer.

"Wes wants me."

Marie holds my gaze and I wonder if she's thinking of how we fantasized about her fucking Wes. I wonder if she confessed that fantasy to Claire or somehow betrayed that she'd thought about it without saying a word to my sister.

"Claire said that?" I ask.

Marie nods. "She did. She said that she brought up her cheating while stroking his cock last night. She said that she asked him if he ever felt like he wanted to even the score. Apparently he was turned on - or maybe drunk - enough to admit that he thought about fucking me."

My cock is hard and I'm surprised to feel a little embarrassed at my arousal.

"Did she say if she'd given...I don't know, if she'd given Wes permission to try and pursue you?"

Marie shakes her head. "No. She just admitted that her husband had thought about fucking me. She didn't say that I should try and pursue him, either. She just...put the information out there."

"Do you want to fuck him?"

She looks at me for a few seconds and then stands, walks into our room, and strips from her yoga outfit. She crawls into the bed, rolls onto her back, and spreads her legs. I get up and join her. I strip. I move between her thighs. She guides me into her pussy. We kiss as I begin to thrust. She moans. I take one of her breasts in my hand and kiss her neck as I fuck her faster.

"Yes, I want to fuck him," she whispers. "I...I want to have a threesome with them. I want you to send me to their room, Derek. I want you to send me to their room so I can spend the night with them, so I can be...fuck...so I can be their plaything for the night."

I cum inside my girlfriend as I think of her spending the night with my sister and brother-in-law. It's an insane idea, of course, but sometimes the insane ideas are the ones that arouse me the most.

Marie reaches down to rub her clit a little and cums as I'm in the midst of emptying my balls inside her. She holds me close as we finish our climaxes together and I remain inside her until I've gone completely soft.

I pull out and roll onto my back. Marie cuddles next to me and kisses my neck as she rests a hand on my chest.

I close my eyes and in my head I hear Marie saying that she wants me to 'send her to their room.' Something about the notion - about me sending her to have a threesome - takes hold in me and generates an unexpected sense of desire. It feels meaningful, mostly because desire is not usually a part of my post-orgasmic state.

"We're going to shower together after this," I say. "Afterwards, I want you to model all the lingerie you brought. All the dresses, too."

"Why?"

"Because I want to pick out the perfect combination for tonight."

"What's happening tonight?" she asks. I can hear the anticipatory desire in her voice.

"I'm sending you to my sister's room. I'm giving you to them for the night so you can be their plaything, so you can satisfy them both, so you can help their marriage, too."

Marie's lips find mine. Her tongue pushes deep into my mouth. She approves. She's going to have a great night.

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Marie leaves a little after 9 p.m. She wears a tight, sexy dress with lingerie beneath it. She kisses me deeply before going and asks if I'm truly okay with the admittedly insane thing she's about to do. I assure that I'm just as interested in it as she is.

I don't hear from her all night, though that's by design. She is meant to have fun, to concentrate on her pleasure and the pleasure of my sister and brother-in-law.

I'm awake when she returns the next morning a little after 8 a.m. She's in her dress and heels, though she looks like a woman that spent a good portion of her night and morning being sexually ravaged by a couple.

I get out of bed and take her into my arms. I hold her tight.

"Did you have a good night?" I ask.

"It was one of the best nights of my life, Derek," she replies. "Thank you."

I unzip her dress and she steps back and strips out of it. She looks beautiful in her lingerie. The lace clings to her body in all the right places. For a moment I imagine my Marie standing between Claire and Wes as they kiss her, caress her beautiful body, and strip her from the lingerie so they may do as they please with her.

"You're hard," she says.

"I know. I want you. I didn't sleep much last night. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I couldn't calm down enough to go to sleep."

"Did you masturbate?"

"No. I thought about it, but I wanted to wait for you, to wait to see you."

I sit on the edge of the bed and pull her close. She smells of sex and perfume. I kiss the flesh between her breasts as I run my hand over her ass, which feels spectacular in the lace boyshort panties I chose for her.

I slide off the edge of the bed. I kiss her stomach. I drop a little lower and kiss her through the panties.

"Wait," she says softly.

I looked up and Marie runs her fingers through my hair.

"Wes...he came inside me. Last night and this morning."

I look at the panties. I see a wet spot. I feel my heart pounding. Wes's cum is inside my girlfriend. She fucked him bareback because it was safe to do so.

I lean in until I can smell the cum and sex through the thin lace of her panties. I look up and my chin is practically pressed against her pussy. I can feel the warmth emanating from her.

"Can I?" I ask. "Would it...would it be weird?"

"Not at all. It would be sexy."

I extend my tongue. I lick her pussy through the panties. She puts a hand on the back of my head and moans. I look up and see her eyes closed. Her hand moves to her bra and she grasps one of her breasts and moans a little louder as she squeezes it.

"Mmm, Derek, baby, that feels so good."

I run my fingers up the outside of her thighs and slip them into the waistband of her panties. I lean back and pull them down. Her pussy lips are puffy and wet. I see thick white cum in a few spots. I imagine there's more of it inside her. I lean in again. I extend my tongue. I lick her pussy lips. I taste Wes's cum. I moan, though Marie moans louder.

"Fuck..." she says softly. "Eat my pussy, Derek. Put your tongue inside me."

I put my tongue inside her. I bathe my taste buds in Wes's cum. My cock is uncommonly hard as I do so and I experience a blissful sensation of arousal occupying my body from head to toe.

I stand up. We share a cum-flavored kiss. I pick her up, spin around, and crawl into the bed before setting her down. I slide my cock into my girlfriend. I pin her hands above her head and begin to fuck her as we kiss, the taste of Wes's cum on both our tongues.

"They fucked me more times than I can count, Derek," she whispers. "Both of them. Fingers, Toys. Tongues. Wes's big cock. All of it was inside me over and over again. I've never had a night like that. I've never been fucked like that. I've never been so satisfied. I've never had so many orgasms. I've never made someone cum as many times as I made your sister and your brother-in-law cum last night."

I cum inside my girlfriend. The pleasure is too intense for me to even consider that she didn't cum. Marie doesn't seem disappointed by that, though. Instead, she is all smiles. She kisses me. She moans softly. She holds me close. She tells me how much she loves me. I experience the single best orgasm of my life, and on top of that, it feels like it goes on forever, ensuring that it will stand out in my memory as a world class climax.

"Do you want to cum?" I ask.

"I'd like that," Marie replies with a smile.

Possessed by a desire to make her feel good, I move between her legs and tend to her clit. I taste my cum. I taste Wes's cum. Marie holds my head in her hands as she climaxes. I kiss her thighs and watch a smile spread across her face.

I wonder if we've made a mistake, as I intend on marrying Marie and the fact that she has now fucked two of her future family members might complicate things.

It might make our lives a whole lot more interesting, though, and that's what I'm counting on.