A Red Picket Fence
Both were silently enjoying their post coital cuddling when the bedroom door slowly swung open, and Melanie stepped into the room.
Chapter 2
Fred gasped. His life was over...
Sam sat up in the bed looking like the poster girl of being freshly fucked, and made no attempt to cover herself.
He could see his lonely existence becoming something even worse than what it already was. He'd never, ever have female companionship again. He knew he had just committed the ultimate couples betrayal: Sex with his spouses sister. He'd be a marked man... SISTER SEX! It would hound him until they finally dropped him into an unmarked grave in the 'Asshole Fucked My Sister' section of Betrayal Acres Cemetery.
Whatever thoughts he'd had of reconciling with Melanie were now dashed... All due to his damned unchecked libido. He felt empty, embarrassed, nearly physically sick. He attempted to pull some of the ruffled bedding over his body, barely managing even that before Sam stopped him.
"Geez Fred-dick, why are ya doing that? You just finished fucking me into next week, and you're married to her!" Sam said, rolling her eyes.
Fred snapped his head from his wife to his bed mate. Sam was acting like she was happy about this... Actually more like proud. He had no words... All he could manage to do was swivel his head from one sister to the next, noting that they were both smiling... At each other, and at him.
Although "Wha...?" was all he managed to get out, his mind was running at light speed. The twins were smiling. What the hell does that mean? Twins... Man... Sam sure had a pair of... No, wait, not now. Especially since they were a xerox copy of Melanie's 'twins'. What the hell are these two up to? This should mean instant death, and yet they were smiling?
Melanie jumped up on the bed and knelt in front of him saying; "I've missed you so much you silly thing you!", giggled, and then kissed him. He returned the kiss automatically, his mind still reeling.
His wife had just caught him in bed with her twin sister... Man, twins... Melanie's and Sam's. What would it be like to have them both in your face at the same... Damnit! Why did he keep doing that? His wife had just caught him in bed with her twin sister, and she's acting like that's great?
"You taste like Sam..." Melanie said with an even wider smile, and kissed him again.
It was then that he noticed: Melanie was wearing the same dress! And the dress is riding up! As she scoots around it's riding up just enough... YES, IT'S A FULL BEAVER! Man, that girl has a sweet pussy, and he married it... Er, ah, her. He remembers using that sweet slice... Man, what a lay she is.
"So... How was it, what do you think?" Melanie asked Sam as she sat on her haunches in front of him and looked over toward her sister.
Fred started to say something, but was cut off by his wife giving him a peck on the cheek and saying; "Just a sec, sweety... Girl talk." And then she nodded at Sam to continue.
Fred's jaw dropped open, again.
"Oh, hell yes... The guys got a Doctorate in snatchology!" Sam gushed.
Melanie giggled while nodding her head; "Told ya" She chirped.
Fred had no words. He was in complete shock... The twins were comparing notes on his performance? Sam's statement gave him a moment of pride, but his wifes response is what set his mind off kilter. 'Told ya?' What the hell did that mean? They've discussed this all before, obviously. And he thought he was a perv for thinking about having them both at the same time. He's noticing that Mel's nipples are getting pokey... Right through the thin material of the dress... Best decision ever, getting these dresses. Mel was really turned on. Her nipples are about to rip two holes in the thin fabric. Just like the time they were shopping at Sears... She'd been looking at something, somewhere, while he was looking at riding lawnmowers in the garden section. He'd sat on one just as she had walked up to him. She'd just come from work, and still had her business suit on. It was his favorite, the mid calf length skirt, a white blouse and the matching jacket. Pinstripes, man he loved her dark gray pinstripe suit. She'd looked around, grinned and hiked up her skirt and literally ripped her panties getting them off. She'd unzipped his jeans, pulled him out, straddled him and they had fucked like animals in the Sears garden section, sitting on a riding lawnmower. Her nipples had gotten so pokey then that he could see them right through her bra and blouse... Yeah, nipples. He glanced back up at her now totally erect nipples and thought about rubbing them, sucking them, right through the fabric. Damn. That was hot!
They all three broke out of the minisculely short, silent introspections when they heard a car drive up into the driveway, followed by the car door closing, and a few moments later, the kitchen door buzzer ringing.
"I'll get it." Melanie said as she pushed off the bed and scampered out the door. Fred turned to Sam, mouth still agape, and stared at her totally naked body as if he was in a trance. Wow, Mel's twin sister, and he'd just fucked her. And Mel didn't seem to care!
Sam grabbed him by the back of his head, pulled him down and lustily kissed him. Her eyes were shining and she was wearing a million watt smile as she said; "Surprise!"
Surprise? No shit, surprise... Man, look at that rack Sam's got... And he'd just been inside it, ah, her. What the hell is going on?
From the kitchen, they could hear Melanie say 'Let me help you with the groceries... Oh! You brought champagne! How sweet, I'll get the glasses..."
"Surprise? But, bu..." Fred started to say to Sam, but was stopped short when Carly walked into the bedroom wearing the same dress and carrying a bottle of Dom Perignon. She was followed immediately after by Melanie carrying four champagne flutes.
Carly couldn't carry off the sundress at all. Being taller, she showed more thigh, but it was like a sack on her. She just couldn't fill it out like the sisters did. Carly dropped her purse beside the vanity chair across the room and then stepped over to Fred's side of the bed. She lifted the sheet he had gotten half way pulled up over himself and gave Freddie a once over; "Nice" she mumbled, smiling , while handing him the bottle. She dropped the sheet and then leaned into him and gave him a lingering sultry kiss on the lips.
"He tastes like you, Sam" Carly said grinning. Sam and Melanie both nodded as Fred automatically took the proffered bottle of champagne. He was in a complete and total daze. His mind was sputtering like a flatulent jackhammer operator on free chili-dog day. He couldn't have connected two cognizant thoughts, let alone speak.
"Sam! Your leaking all over my good duvet! Now it will have to go to the cleaners!" Melanie exclaimed.
Sam sat up straight and spread her legs. More of 'Freddie' leaked out of her and onto the covers.
"Golly sis, wipe up with the towel, and sit on it!" Melanie said, shaking her head as she was handing Sam the white linen hand towel that had been around the champagne bottle.
"Sorry Melly. I'm not used to all this man juice stuff." Sam said as she cleaned herself up and positioned the towel to catch anything further.
"So...?" Carly asked Sam as she sat on the vanity chair, across the room.
"Oh yeah, Freddie's steeped in the art of kootch kraft. I'm in." Sam replied.
"Perfect! If you're in, I am too!" Carly said excitedly, while grinning and giving Freddie a tiny wave.
"C'mon Freddie, open the champagne!" Melanie pouted as she sat on the bed next to him, giving him another kiss on the cheek.
Fred turned to his wife, dumbfounded, slack-jawed. Carly too? It was as if he was having an out of body experience, and he was in Nepal.
"Champagne. Open." Melanie stated pointing to the bottle.
Fred nodded his head, shrugged and began loosening the wire stay and pulling off the lead seal. What the hell is going on here?
"So how's this going to work? Like we talked about?" Carly asked.
"Yeah, the whole upstairs is one big room we use for storage now. We'll turn it into a bedroom. We can build in some closets and a bath can't we honey?" Melanie asked as she watched Freddie twist the cork out.
'POP' went the champagne bottle.
"Honey, we can build a bathroom and closets upstairs, right?" Melanie asked as she took the now open bottle and cork from her zombie-ish husband and began pouring the champagne into the four tall stemmed glasses she'd placed on the vanity.
"WAIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" Fred blurted out, arms raised in confusion.
"Didn't you tell him, Sam?" Melanie asked, confused.
"Are you kidding? I hadn't been here thirty seconds before he had me naked and spread eagled on the couch with his tongue all up in my business! It was all I could do to breathe! We had just finished and you walked in." Sam grabbed Freddie's head in both hands and kissed him avidly. "We'll be doing that bit of fuckery again... And soon!" Sam added, nodding.
Tell me? Tell me what? I get to fuck Sam again? Why's Carly here, and seemingly looking so interested in this conversation? Sam and Carly are in? In what? Fred thought.
"On the couch? You didn't stain it did you? That fabric is so hard to get stains out of." Melanie asked, slightly vexed.
Fred looked to his wife, thinking: My entire world is unraveling, and Mel's worried about the damn couch?
"No, but I can't claim credit for it. Mr. Fredly Fuckalot here picked my ass up with him still inside me and fucked me all the way into the bedroom! Damn, that was sooo hot!" Sam said.
Carly went wide eyed at this bit of information, and began fanning herself with her hand.
"Oh yeah, I always like it when he does that. It kind of gets him up into all those hard to reach spots, doesn't it sis... That's a real turn on for me too." Melanie said matter - of - factly while finishing pouring the champagne. Melanie set the bottle down and jumped up on the bed again. After relaxing into her previous position, she took Freddie's hand and cooed: "You poor thing... I'm so sorry. I've treated you horribly! I'll never get all hormonal and crazy again! I promise... Never again."
"Yeah, the poor guy must've thought he was a fuckaholic in the twelve step program." Sam said while mussing his hair and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Carly sadly nodded in agreement.
Fred smiled to himself. He might live through this yet! They all seem fine that he, not ten minutes ago, was nailing Sam like a hammer... Hell, they all seem happy about it!
Sam turned herself toward Fred and began slowly running her hand up and down his thigh. She then asked with a steely glint in her eye; "So, did you pick up any strange while Melly was gone, Fredprick?"
Fred snapped his head from girl to girl as they all three leaned in to hear his reply, their expressions had instantly changed from smiles to a taught grimace. Ho-ly shit! And it's Sam asking him? He enthusiastically shook his head; "No! No, never... I didn't even talk to any women while..."
"Of course he didn't... Our Freddie wouldn't even think of doing such a thing..." Melanie purred as she leaned her head on Freddie's shoulder.
Fred aggressively nodded in agreement, while wondering what his wife meant by 'Our Freddie'. He was feeling really lucky that he'd decided against banging that botoxed bitch in the bar a month or so ago. Besides, she'd had the worst boob job ever... They didn't even match!
"Just checking..." Carly intoned, smiling at him.
"Good answer, Mr. Benson" Sam opined as she gently placed her hand on his crotch and began stroking his now limp dick. "Look how cute it is when it gets all small again!" Sam continued.
Fred cleared his throat, gave Sam a tight smile, moved her hand, and asked; "Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?"
Carly looked at him and nodded; "Oh, right. Okay, long story short: We're all moving in. The implications of that, coupled with your little fun run this morning and the fact that we're all moving in should be obvious to you. And..."
"Wait... Ahh... Sam, You're not gay now? Carly; you being back and being here is surprising to me. I thought you were married. Mel, help me out here." Freddie interrupted.
"Oh baby, you're so cute when your clueless! Just as cute as a bug!" Melanie chirped giving him a slight pinch on his cheek and a big smile.
"Well, I'm not, you know, gay... Or straight either. Bi maybe? I don't know. I always thought why should I have to be normal... Why limit my options." Sam said, nodding to herself while she continued to clean herself up.
"So... You are all moving in?" He asked. He had heard precisely what Carly had said, and did indeed realize the implications. While Melanie and Sam were making their 'cute as a bug' and 'why limit her options' statements, he'd been thinking about how to word the next few questions. As far as he could tell, they were all moving in, and would be available to him for, well everything. He also wasn't surprised about Melanie's statement that 'he'd tasted like Sam'. One of the best kept Puckett secrets was that their mother had been a very active porn star, and part time prostitute. Since all her 'activities' on film and tricks were done in their house, the twins had seen more shit going on than was imaginable. He also knew that when their mother caught them experimenting with each other when they were eleven or twelve, she'd made one of her few responsible parenting decisions; She'd packed Melanie off to a boarding school, and never said a word about Sam spending nearly all of her time at the Shay apartment. He also knew that those experiments continued in secret whenever Melanie came home... Up until Sam had decided to take a girlfriend, anyway. What had surprised him was Carly... Her being here at all was surprising enough. Even more so when she made the same observation about how he tasted.
Hell, he'd dreamed of this type of thing since puberty. Well kind of, anyway. His fantasy's had always involved both Sam and Carly at first, and then later, after the Carly incident with Sam, the twins. In his wildest sexual daydreams he'd never imagined all of them at the same time.
He looked around the room, at the three women and saw they were all nodding their heads, affirming his 'all moving in' question.
This was so incredibly fucking hot! He thought, and smiled.
"So... The three of you, all at once?" He asked, extending his arms, indicating the bed. He'd already surmised the answer, but he was fishing for time.
"Yep. But you know it doesn't have to be all of us all the time. If you feel like you want some Carly or Sam or me time, we're good with that." Melanie said thoughtfully, as the other two nodded.
"Yeah, or maybe we want to watch, or help or something... Or someone." Sam said while leering at Carly.
Carly blushed, but smiled.
His first thought after their answer was a bit random: He knew Sam had popped her own cherry with a 'stolen from mom' dildo about the time the twins had been split up. He also knew he had popped Melanie's in the back seat of the battleship masquerading, still in the driveway, car. He was suddenly rather proud of himself. He'd been the first guy to take them both! Sam had said so! After this little bit of patting himself on the back, he began to wonder about Carly. She was the wild card in all this.
"Carly, I'm curious, how did you..." He began to ask, but was cut off by Sam saying; "Ole Carls missed her Sammy time, didn't ya, honey."
Carly blushed even deeper, and nodded, cleared her throat and said:
"Freddie, I was mad after what happened. I moved away, went to school and got my degree. I'm a pharmacist. While there I met and married a doctor... Well, intern at the time, but now a doctor. He was a pig, an asshole and cheated on me constantly. I'd seen my moronic brother do the same to his wife, and knew my dad was kind of 'any port in a storm' even while mom was still alive. I thought all men were pigs, and I wasn't interested any longer. I divorced Ted, and moved back up here from Monterey about six months ago. I got a job easy enough at the University Medical Center. One day, not long after I started working there, I saw Sam mowing the commons lawns, and her business name on the side of her truck. I began thinking about everything and checked into her. I found out she was single and about her gardening service business... So I kept watch, and the next time I saw her on campus I went out to talk. We dated, things worked out, and so I moved in with her just a few days before Melanie got her insane idea to paint the fence red. Then you two fought, and she moved in also."
While Carly had been speaking, the twins, now it seems his twins, had moved closer. Sam from the left, and Mel from the right. Mel put her arm around his shoulder and leaned into him, putting her head on his shoulder. Sam did the same from her side, with her arm around his waist.
He could get used to this - easy!
Okay! There's chapter two!
The chapters are getting kind of long, so this is indeed going to go more than three. Maybe five, or a long four. We'll see.
Anyway, enjoy, and please do review!
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