Paul's Birthday

“Did I hear the front door go?” asked Paul. He walked from the shower and into the bedroom. He was busy drying his toned body with a towel as he padded across the carpet. He left wet footprints.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” purred Mona. 

Paul grinned at his wife. “It really is my birthday,” he said. “You look… wow… you look beautiful.”
She knelt on the four-poster bed, clutching one of the dark wooden poles with both hands. She played with it suggestively, running her hands up and down the wood. Then she leaned into the post, hugging it with her body and hanging from it as though she were trying to stop herself from being swept away by a tidal wave. Her chestnut brown hair was down, falling in a cascade over her bare shoulders. She looked sultry and sexy.

“Happy Birthday,” she said.

She wore a long black nightdress. Its delicate lace pattern of leaves and flowers revealed her body. He glimpsed her nakedness but it was hidden. Mona’s sensual curves turned the nightdress from a simple garment into a thing of heavenly beauty. Her desirable figure, swathed in lace leaves, was busty and voluptuous.
Paul dropped the towel. He stood before Mona on the deep pile of the sheepskin rug. Water dripped from his cleansed body. His prick was up and ready. It had snapped to attention at the sight of her, like a recruit in the marines.

Mona smiled and her eyes shone. Without dropping her gaze, she reached out and took hold of his penis with her right hand. He gasped. She drew him towards her. Mona hauled her naked husband down onto her body.

She kissed his neck, running her free hand down his back. She kept tight hold of his penis, shuffling it back and forth. She controlled him, turning him over. She knelt between his open legs. She still didn’t release his cock from her strong grip.

Paul laughed in surprise. Mona wasn’t usually this dominant. She knelt above him then bent low, kissing his lips and chin, running her tongue down to one of his nipples. She wanked him slowly, rubbing his thick cock against the inside of her thigh.

“I’ve got you a birthday present,” Mona said.
“What is it?” he gasped. He could hardly believe how her right hand was making him feel.
“My sister.”
“Huh?” Paul tried to sit up, but Mona was leaning hard on his chest. He grabbed her shoulder but she restrained him in the only way she could. She wrapped her lips around the throbbing head of his penis.

The bedroom door opened. Kelly stood there. She leant awkwardly against the door-frame. Mona’s younger twin by forty-five minutes.
“Oh my God!” gasped Paul.

She wore an identical long black nightdress. It clung to her heart-stopping curves and dipped low at her breasts. A cross of fine ribbon strung the nightdress together across her swollen bosom. Paul could only tell the twins apart by their smiles. Kelly had this cute wicked smile that Mona never had. She wore it now. In one hand were three wine glasses held upside down by the stems. In the other she carried a chilled bottle of Chardonnay. Paul noticed another difference. Kelly’s hair was up, fastened with chopsticks. Her naked neck was strong and elegant.

“Happy Birthday, Paul,” Kelly giggled. 
Kelly hiccupped quietly. She had already swallowed three shots of tequila to lubricate her body and mind. She watched her sister with her ass in the air and her mouth sucking Paul’s penis like it was a lollipop. She put the bottle and glasses down on the dressing table and moved towards them. 

Paul stared at Kelly in awe. He couldn’t have been more speechless if Julia Roberts had walked in wearing nothing but the blonde wig she had on in Pretty Woman. “Kelly…” he muttered. “What… what’s going on?”
“Take over for a minute, would you?” Mona said. She lifted her head from her husband’s penis. Kelly climbed onto the edge of the bed and, bending over Paul, licked his dick hungrily.

“Kelly!” he squealed. He seized his sister-in-law by the hair. He couldn’t quite bring himself to pull her off him. He pressed her head down so that she swallowed more of his dick.

Mona opened the wine. The cork popped out loudly. She poured a glass and tipped it down Paul’s throat. Dribbles escaped and ran down his chin. She licked the wine off him.

“Paul, you’ve told me this is your fantasy. What you don’t know is that when we were younger, Kelly and I used to fuck the same men all the time. We grew out of it.”

Kelly pulled Paul’s dick out of her throat. The salty taste of him was mixed with the alcohol. His cock came out of her mouth, trailing strands of her saliva. “But here tonight, for one night only, the old band is back in town.” Kelly stared into Paul’s face, daring him to refuse their offer.

Paul was shocked. She looked so much like his wife, kneeling there with his cock-spittle on her wet lips. And she felt like his wife when she was down there too. “Don’t stop,” he said.

A storm rode in that night and crashed down on their house. It was as if the dark clouds had been gathering and jostling, tapping their fingers and waiting impatiently. When Paul’s will crumpled and he gave his body over to the waves of pleasure caused by those beautiful twins, a deluge began to hammer down on the roof. It rained savagely, beating on the windows and shaking the walls. Paul felt as though the world had closed in around them. The whole universe shrunk to the size of this dimly lit bedroom. They were the only three lovers in the world, lost in a passionate frenzy that was everything.

It rained and Paul slipped the girls’ nightdress straps over their shoulders. It rained still as Kelly kissed Paul’s balls. It rained when Mona sucked his penis, her hair tumbling over his crotch. The maelstrom of water dashing against the house gave off a rhythm that seeped into their naked struggling.

Paul felt himself coming into Mona’s mouth. He grunted.

Kelly lifted her head and smirked at Paul. He knew it was her because of that smile; the wicked turn of the lips that Mona couldn’t do. His cum was on those lips. It dripped onto her chin. He wondered when that had happened. Hadn’t he cum in Mona’s mouth? He was intoxicated by this confusion and reached out to Kelly. He slipped his hand around her clammy neck and pulled the chopsticks from her hair. It tumbled down her shoulders, matching Mona’s style and length.

“I get it,” said Kelly. 
Mona did too. “He can still tell us apart,” she giggled. “You’ve got his cum on your lips.”

Kelly grabbed her sister fiercely. Mona stared at the other woman for a while. The twins were locked in each other’s gaze for a heartbeat, then a telepathic signal seemed to pass between them. Kelly kissed Mona on the lips.

She spat Paul’s cum into Mona’s mouth.

They kissed for a long time, their tongues wresting and rolling. They collapsed together on top of Paul, their arms around each other. Their legs writhed, each sister trying to hook trembling limbs around the other. When they separated, Paul no longer knew. One was Mona his wife. The other was Kelly, her twin. But both of their pretty faces were splattered with his cum. He couldn’t tell which twin was which.

Paul took hold of the hem of a nightdress and tugged it over the girl’s head. She lifted her arms. He eased it off her body. Her swollen breasts were in play. He pulled the nightdress off the other girl, and found her breasts to be identical. He weighed one with his hands then turned his attention to the other girl’s breasts. They felt exactly alike.

He licked each of the four nipples in turn, teasing them until they were hard and round in his mouth. The sisters both grunted at the same pitch.

“Uhhhnnnnnnnn!”
Their nipples even tasted the same. It drove him crazy.

It was still raining and the wine was gone. The alcoholic thrill rushed through three bloodstreams. Paul no longer cared who was who. He got behind one of the girls and clutched her firm breasts. She lifted herself up on her knees and Paul pushed his cock into her slippery cunt. She squealed.
“Ohmigod!”

She threw herself down onto all fours. She pushed her hips back into Paul’s thrusting groin. His cock burned inside her. Her hands came down suddenly but instead of grasping the bedspread, she grasped her sister’s tits.

Mona lay on the bed with her swollen breasts in the clutches of her sister, with her sister bucking on top of her. Kelly hardly thought about Mona, lying beneath her. Paul’s dick felt too good to think about anything else as it slammed through her ass cheeks and into her. Again and again and, huhhhhh, again! Her hands grabbed and kneaded because they had to.

Mona wriggled under her sister. She knocked her husband’s hands off Kelly’s tits and grappled with them herself. Kelly’s tits felt hot and heavy in Mona’s clawing hands. 

Suddenly, Mona felt Paul’s cock sink into her instead. A spasm of regret crossed Kelly’s face. Mona’s instinct was to take Kelly into her arms and hug her protectively. She did, and their lips crushed together. The twins kissed crazily, tits squashed hard on tits. Mona felt Paul shoot semen inside her.

Drizzle pitter-pattered against the window. The storm had dissipated, rolling away into the darkness. Mona and Paul lay awake. Kelly slept between them.
“So…” whispered Mona. “Did you enjoy your birthday?”

Paul was silent for a few moments.

“How could you not enjoy that?” she asked. “I’m pretty fucking hot, and Kelly is nearly as pretty and hot as I am.”
“It was one of the greatest nights of my life,” Paul told her. “But I love you.”
“I know,” she said.

“Yeah, I mean I love you. Not just how you look. I love you because you can’t get warm even when it’s July and you’ve got two sweaters on. I love you because you’re scared of fish. I love you because you believe in flying saucers but not in evolution. I love you because you’re you. And tonight, I couldn’t tell.”
“That’s because you’re an idiot,” she said. “I was the one not throwing my sister off your dick.”

Paul laughed. 
“You’re still quiet.”
“You used to do this with other guys?”
“All the time.”

“Is it an excuse? I mean, are you just doing it because you want to fuck Kelly? You two were kissing and feeling each other’s tits. That’s fucked up.”
It was Mona’s turn to be quiet.

“That’s never happened before,” she said eventually. “But it felt amazing. Like fucking myself, you know. I was kissing this beautiful girl and staring into eyes that might as well have been my own.”
“We probably shouldn’t do this again.”
“No,” agreed Mona.
“Definitely not.”

But they both stared at Kelly, at that stunning naked woman.
“Shall we wake her up?” Paul asked.
“Yeah.” She bent her head and took one of her sister’s nipples between her lips.

Kelly’s eyes fluttered open. “Ooooohhhhh!” she said. “Thaaat’s nice!”
Paul slipped his cock inside her.
“We decided we shouldn’t do this again,” Mona explained.

Kelly pushed two fingers deep into her twin’s vagina. “Then we should make the most of tonight, don’t you think?”
None of the three could answer. They were all doing other things with their mouths.