Dianne — Section 1

Over the next few weeks Dianne and I got into the rhythm of a normal sexually charged couple. Dianne had practically moved into my place. She would drive into her office two days a week and work from my place three days a week. Since I complimented her on her body, she made it a point to flash me often. Dianne didn't shave all the hair between her legs; she kept it trimmed and perfect, so her vagina was covered with a beautiful mound of manicured red hair.

We were so charged up that she was DTF—down to fuck—anytime or anyplace. We went to a friend's wedding and ended up having sex in the parking lot, then came back inside and joined the rest of the group. On the way to dinner with her parents, she gave me road head, and I finished just as we pulled into the restaurant. After dinner, once we got in the car, she pulled off her skirt and straddled me... WOW. Her parents could have seen us, or I could have wrecked. We'd go out to a bar with friends and end up having sex anywhere.

One Sunday afternoon we were out on the sailboat laughing when Dianne got a call from her sister Debbie. From what Dianne filled me in on about her sister: Debbie had just broken up with her boyfriend. She and her boyfriend had been swingers. Debbie enjoyed men and women. Dianne and Debbie had had threesomes and group encounters with various boyfriends. Dianne had been in the room while her sister had been with three different guys. And Debbie needed a stable place to stay for a few months.

Long story short, Dianne and Debbie were closer than any two sisters ever, and that's okay.

I was prepared for what I thought the next statement would be: "Can Debbie stay with us?" Without thinking, I said, "Of course." The next statement I was not ready for. Dianne said, "I am okay if you fuck my sister. Hell, if I'm home I will probably watch—but you have free rein to fuck us anytime anywhere."

I had to clarify. Me: "You are okay if I fuck your sister?" Dianne: "Yes." Me: "When I fuck your sister, you are okay with it and might watch?" Dianne: "Yes." Me: "If I cum in your sister, we will still be together?" Dianne: "That's a stupid question. Why wouldn't we be?" Me: "Does your sister know that you have given me a green light to fuck her?" Dianne: "Yep. We both have given you the green light."

I quickly gulped two drinks, and Dianne said, "All this talk about fucking has made me horny. Can we fuck?" She stripped off all her clothes. I had her hold the wheel of the boat while I took her from behind, and we came together. Afterward she dropped into the captain's chair and touched herself, gliding through the wetness I'd left.

The next Thursday Debbie showed up in her pickup truck loaded to the gills with all of her stuff. She came in quietly and went to sleep in the guest room. The next morning Dianne fixed breakfast, and then we joked around about how much stuff Debbie had. Debbie said she had to get to work—she was late. She grabbed her keys and started to head off. I stopped her and gave her the keys to my Tesla. She gave me a deep kiss and said, "Thanks. I'll pay you back later." We all went about our day.

Dianne and I had our typical nooner. Dianne was dressed in her work attire from the waist up and nothing from the waist down. Every once in a while I would walk past her makeshift work office in the spare bedroom and see Dianne with her computer closed and her legs up, touching herself. Later that afternoon, while we were getting ready to head out, I asked Dianne what she was thinking about. She told me it was a mix of me fucking her sister while she watched, me fucking her while her sister watched, and all of the free and easy sex the three of us were going to have.

On our way to meet up with friends, I asked Dianne about her limits when it came to Debbie. Dianne said she is free and open with her sister, but don't try to force any sort of sexual activity between us. "We can fuck you, but don't try to get me to make out or go down on her, or vice versa. That's where we both draw the line." I said, "Perfect. Now I know the playing field."

As we were walking, Dianne lifted up her dress and showed me her nice red bush and said, "Do you like this playing field?" I said, "Ohh yes." I quickly guided her into the dressing room of a local dress shop; the attendant was old but nice and really didn't pay us any attention. I took Dianne from behind, and she started to moan. She whispered that she was going to come, and I came with her. She pulled down her dress, gave me a kiss, and we headed off to meet up with friends.

While we were at the bar hanging out with friends, Dianne was being her normal sexual playful self. She whispered in my ear, "I can feel you dripping down my leg." Debbie texted and said she would meet up with us later. We all had a nice buzz when Debbie showed up. We wedged ourselves in a booth at the Clipper Bar with our friends, and the drinks and conversation flowed nicely. Dianne was next to me, and Debbie was across from me. Debbie started rubbing my leg and my crotch with her foot. Dianne saw this and gave Debbie a high five and a toast. Dianne then whispered in my ear, "Look down." When I looked down, Debbie had pulled her dress all the way up and was touching herself; then she brought her fingers to my lips. Unlike her sister, Debbie was a brunette and did not keep any hair down there. Yes, tonight was going to be fun.

Throughout the night, Debbie, Dianne, and I were dancing around, drinking and laughing. At one point Debbie said, "Are you okay with our openness? Are you okay if you fuck us both whenever you want?" Then she said, "I can't wait to feel you inside of me. I can't wait to feel all of you inside of me."

The townhouse was within walking distance, so we all stumbled home. Once we got close to home, Debbie lifted her dress over her head and walked into the house naked. She went into her room, grabbed a vibrator, and said, "I want to make sure that you are fucking my sister good." Dianne and I went into the bedroom and proceeded to fool around while Debbie sat on the bed playing with herself. All three of us fell asleep in our bed.

The next morning, as per usual, Dianne woke me up the way she always did, then straddled me and rode me until I came. This particular morning, after our morning sex, Dianne went to the shower, and Debbie took her turn, making sure I was fully awake until I came again. Debbie showered, got dressed, and headed off to work. Dianne showered and headed off to shop and run a few errands.

A few hours later Debbie came home exhausted. I fixed her a drink while she went into her room and changed. She came out in a white half shirt and panties. My eyes got big, and she took off her shirt and panties and said, "Ohh yeah, I forgot you don't like panties." I was dumbfounded. She came over and gave me a kiss and said, "It's okay. Get used to it. Get used to seeing me and my sister naked. Get used to fucking me anytime you want... as long as I can have this (she had her hand on me) anytime I want." She unzipped my pants and lowered herself in front of me. I led her over to the couch, where I laid her down and slowly entered her. She was a screamer, and I loved hearing her cry out, "Fuck me harder!" After we both came, we sat on the patio enjoying cold drinks.

Dianne came home and saw that we were both naked. She gave me a deep kiss and gave her sister a high five. That afternoon we took the sailboat out and spent the afternoon and night naked and having sex.

We got into a nice routine of nakedness and sex at any time, although the sex was never the same way or in the same position twice.