The Husband's Story

I was in my second year at USC when, from across the campus, two amazing redheads in flowing summer dresses were approaching me. Probably two of the most beautiful women that I have ever seen. As they got closer, I could see that they were twins. Not only that, but they are also the most identical twins that I have ever seen.

They looked not a day over eighteen, but by the confidence with which they were casually walking, it was obvious that they were very familiar with the campus. I could tell that they belonged here. They seemed extremely happy, laughing and talking as they cheerfully walked towards me.

About twenty steps away from me, they both appeared to spot me standing in their path at pretty much the same time. They stopped and, looking directly at me, took each other's hands, broke into a big smile, and walked right up to me. Stopping but just a foot away from me, the one on my left reached out and drew me into a hug. Still holding her sister's hand, she pressed her large breasts against my chest and said,

"Hi. I'm Charlotte. And this is my sister Virginia."

She didn't let go. She just slid around to my side so Virginia could step in for a hug. I was speechless. I couldn't introduce myself. I stood there with four large, firm breasts pressed against me, their hard, braless nipples pressing into my flesh through the thin summer fabrics covering our bodies.

When I was finally able to catch my breath, all I could smell was the delightful aroma of two clean horny women wrapped around my body. I do love the scent of a woman. A vibrant, healthy, warm fragrance that only women have.

Boldly, I wrapped my arms around their waists, holding them so that their pubic mounds pressed against my thighs. I thought that they would object, but they didn't. These clean, wholesome young women in my arms were making my heart pound in my chest, my breathing was noticeably ragged, and my face flushed. My cock, uncontrollably hard, straining against my cargo shorts.

Charlotte's voice was a bit deeper than her sister's. The only difference I could detect between them so far. She pressed her lips against my ear whispering,

"You don't have a name, pretty boy?"

I was still at the age when being called a boy was kinda insulting, and being referred to as pretty was unnerving. But coming from her, just sounded sexy.

I still couldn't speak. My hands drifted lower, and through the thin fabric of those pretty summer dresses, I could not detect the telltale feeling of any kind of panties. My cock throbbed. To me, there is absolutely nothing more sexy than a woman naked under a summer dress. And here I stood on a simply beautiful day, with two women in my arms dressed like this.

My brother would be so wishing he was here. We have always shared everything. He would have loved sharing in this hugging moment. If he hadn't been older and had to run off to do his post-grad studies, he would have been right here. He is a lot bolder than me with women. If he were standing here instead of me, I think he might have had a butt-cheek in each hand. If we were in a bar, he definitely would have. However, these two young women were so wholesome-looking that even he might not have dared to do this.

Looking down, I could see their hands clasped together only a scant inch away from my erection. It wouldn't take much of any movement from any of us for it to happen. The touch my penis craved.

"You do have a name, right?" Virginia asked.

For the life of me, I couldn't remember my name. Who the fuck can't remember their name? I couldn't even catch my breath to speak. I was caught in a very sensual, almost sexual feeling, entangled between two amazing women. I didn't even know women such as these even existed. And never in my life would I have believed that two such women would have their bodies pressed so close to me. If not for the summer breeze blowing their skirts around against us, they would have almost felt naked in my arms through the thin fabric. I was truly speechless.

Eventually, I found my voice and let them know my name. I was overwhelmed with lust for these two women. I found them exciting to be with, and over the semester, we became very close friends. I found myself in bed with one or the other of them pretty much every night after the third week of knowing each other. Never when the other one was around, unfortunately. I would have loved to have had them both in my bed at the same time. But with class scheduling, they were never both in the house when there was sexual activity.

One day on the second week, while Virginia was in class, Charlotte came over and decided she wanted to swallow my cock and drink my cum. She didn't ask. She just told me to undress and that she was going to do it. It was truly the best blow-job in my life. Many years later, I still remember every detail.

The next day, Virginia came over, and after kissing and hugging me, pulled off my shirt and said, "Take off your pants. I am going to fuck you."

As soon as I was naked, she pushed me to the couch and sat me down on the edge of it. Then pushed me on back so I was laying down. I had never seen either sister nude before. Fascinated, I watched her sit and unbuckle her sandals. Then, standing, she stepped out of her dress. With a sexy sway to her bare hips and a smile on her face, she walked over to me, reached down and with my hard cock in her hand said, "Oh, I am going to enjoy this."

Swinging her smooth leg over me, she guided me into her amazingly wet vagina. No foreplay. I never in my wildest dreams expected this. She sat down, sliding me into herself with the practiced ease of a very horny and experienced lover. I was completely caught off guard. I had somehow always just assumed that this very wholesome-looking woman was probably a virgin. But, this was no virgin vagina gobbling up my erection. Her orgasm took her in its grip as soon as my penis touched her cervix. No other woman has done that with me. Sure, I have heard of it. But with no foreplay? Or was it that I was just not aware of the foreplay happening? Could I be getting 'sloppy seconds'? The idea thrilled me, and suddenly I was gushing into her, orgasming right along with her.

She never did tell me if I was getting sloppy seconds that day or not. And she didn't need more fucking that day either. After we both finished having orgasms, she just bent over and kissed me. Then she stood up and got dressed. Just before she walked out the door, she turned to me and said,

"Thank you. I needed that."

She winked, blew me a kiss and left me naked and covered with cum.

It was almost a full week later when I stepped out of the shower. I discovered Charlotte sitting on my bed, watching me. She was completely naked. I had never seen her naked before. At first glance, I thought that she was her sister. But after drying off, I heard her sultry voice saying to 'come here', and I realized that for the past five minutes, I had been admiring Charlotte's nude form, not Virginias. What a pleasant surprise. My cock jumped up and waved at her.

Over that semester, my intense, lustful feelings for Charlotte never waned. But my feelings for Virginia became an incredible sexual attraction and a deep, unbreakable love. Over the summer, Charlotte flew to England to meet a man that she was flirting with online. Virginia and I flew to visit my brother.

I knew my brother would be incredibly excited to meet Virginia. And he was. He picked us up at the airport, and the look on his face was priceless. As soon as he could, he swept her off of her feet in a warm embrace. Holding her tight, her arms around his neck, he grabbed her ass, wrapping her legs around him. Then he said,

"Damn! She is gorgeous. She smells heavenly and feels so fuckable, I want to fuck here and now, before releasing her back into your arms."

She giggled and hugged him tighter.

"Easy man, you will get us all arrested. You are going to have to wait."

Together, they said, "Ohhh, nooo!"

Laughing, we all headed for his car. It was about a forty-minute drive to his house. I sat in the back seat and watched them playfully flirt. They both love to flirt. So they were completely in their element. This was going to be a fun visit for all of us. Both sisters are expert flirters. Once out of the conservative home that they grew up in, they discovered that they enjoyed being naked as much as possible. Sure enough, as we walked into my brother's house, her dress was casually tossed across the nearest furniture.

By the time we had finished dinner that evening, I was exhausted and excused myself to head off to bed. Hours later, when I got up to pee, she still wasn't in bed. After peeing, I looked into his bedroom to find her rocking back and forth on his cock, both breasts in his hands. She turned when she saw me and asked for a kiss. I knelt on his bed and kissed her as she rocked through a pleasant orgasm. Then I asked her, "Do you think you will be joining me in bed?"

She smiled and, tenderly touching my face, said,

"No, sweetheart. You go get a good night's sleep. I will see you at breakfast."

I hugged her to me, kissed her on the forehead, returned his fist bump, and headed off for a deep sound sleep in the other room.

It was a wonderful summer spent at my brother's house. When he was not working, they were flirting, out dancing, or at home fucking. I like to dance. They love to dance. And I adore watching her dance. By the end of the summer, he was deeply in love with her. Understandable. I would have been completely surprised if he didn't become overwhelmed with feelings of love towards her. Did she also find herself in love with him? Yes. But more a lustful love than a heartfelt love. But that changed over the following years.

Each year, we visited over the summers. Each year, they became deeper in love with each other. But she remained completely my woman. After graduation, she begged me to marry her. Yes, he asked her many times if she would marry him. Her answer was always no, that she would marry me, and only me. He accepted it.

Finally, we got married. And she spent her wedding night in his bed, in his arms. The next day, he flew home. It was a year later before we saw him again. He had flown in to visit us for a four-day weekend. Over the last few months, she often had been talking about wanting a baby. And she would be ovulating during that four-day weekend. She asked me if it was all right if she asked him to help her with her need to feel a baby growing inside of her. I smiled and said,

"It wouldn't hurt to ask him."