Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“The geek is showing me some of the outtakes,” Mark answered calmly while I shrugged embarrassingly. “You are amazing,” he added, standing up and putting his arms around her.

“I should be going,” I said, standing up and giving away the extent of my arousal.

“You are in no condition to drive after the beers you’ve had,” Maryanne said, glancing at my crotch and quickly focusing back on my face. “One of us can drive you home or you can spend the night but you’re not driving.” Mark jumped in before I could answer.

“Why don’t you spend the night?” he said. “Your room is all ready. In fact,” he added, throwing his arm around me, “I think you should move back in here with us.”

“What?” I asked wondering why on earth he would want me hanging around.

“Think about it, Ron. You’ll be closer to school,” I had intentionally chosen a college near by so I could justify living with Maryanne. “And you could teach me how to edit video,” he said as he walked me down the hall to the guest bedroom. I turned and caught Maryanne’s eye as Mark continued down the hall to their bedroom. She just shrugged and kissed me on the cheek.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

What the fuck! I was feeling kind of buzzed so I figured it would be best to not even think about any of this tonight. I stripped off my clothes and crawled into bed but images of my naked sister permeated my thoughts. I fluffed my pillow and tried to sleep but I eventually turned onto my back, lightly stroking my erect cock.

“Oh Fuck!” Maryanne cried out in the darkness, her voice echoing down the hallway from her bedroom. I yanked my hand away from my cock like I had been caught but then laughed at my own reaction as I recognized the familiar sounds of my sister climaxing.

I had left my door ajar and now realized that they had left their bedroom door wide open as well. Laying there in the dark, I distinctly heard the sound of flesh slapping flesh, interspersed with occasional erotic grunts and moans. I wanted to cover my head with my pillow but instead found myself drawn to the sounds and tried to imagine the visuals that went along with the soundtrack of their lovemaking.

It seemed to go on forever and I found it disturbingly arousing. I stroked my cock in rhythm to their noises and grabbed a Kleenex from the nightstand for my eventual discharge. It felt weirdly voyeuristic even though I couldn’t see anything and I shot a massive amount of cum into the tissues just as I heard Maryanne in the final throes of another orgasm.

I dreamed about teaching Mark how to make videos, using them as subjects and filming their lovemaking. Maryanne kept insisting that I had to be naked too but I was embarrassed for Mark to see me standing there with my erection while he fucked his wife. I woke up almost as tired as when I went to bed.

I was late for work because I had to stop by home for clean clothes. Maryanne came to see me at morning break and asked if we could have lunch together. We met in the front lobby and walked a block down to a little cafe.

“I’m sorry about last night,” Maryanne said after we had ordered.

“Which part?” I asked, not trying to be facetious but seriously wondering whether she thought the entire evening was weird.

“Good point,” she answered. “It was all a little bizarre. He really wants you to move in with us.”

“What do you want?” I asked. I was honestly torn about listening to them make love every night. It was perversely erotic but ultimately more frustrating than satisfying.

“I want you to be happy,” Maryanne said, pausing while the waitress delivered our sandwiches and checked if we needed more soft drinks.

“Then leave Mark,” I teased, smiling broadly so she would know I was joking.

“I told you I would love to have both of you but since that isn’t possible having you live with us would be the next best thing.” She took a drink and then added, “for me but what about you?”

“I don’t know, Sis,” I answered honestly. “Why do you think Mark wanted to watch those videos with me?” Maryanne took a bite of her sandwich and I could see the wheels turning in her head before she answered.

“Remember I told you how we used to role play?” she asked. I nodded, chewing on my sandwich and watching her eyes. “Well, we used to play this game called ‘Stranger in a Bar’ where we would go to a local bar, enter separately and then he’d pretend to pick me up,” she explained.

“Okay,” I answered, not sure where this was going but I was all ears.

“I’d dress kind of slutty and Mark would sit down the bar a ways, watching as different guys hit on me. I’d give them all a friendly brush off of course.” She paused again. Her voice was so low that I had to lean closer to hear what she was saying.

“After I discouraged most of the other customers, he’d come over and offer to buy me a drink and I’d say yes. I’d let him touch me and kiss my neck in full view of the guys I had just turned down. It turned him on to see how much other guys wanted me.” I sat back as Maryanne took another sip of her soda.

“How did you like the game?” I asked, conjuring up all sorts of images. I had read slut wife stories on the internet but never in my wildest imagination considered my sister would be playing these types of games.

“I admit, it was kind of a turn on for me too,” she said.

“What does this have to do with last night,” I asked, putting two and two together but wanting to see if my math was right.

“I think watching the video with you had the same effect on Mark that the stranger in the bar role-play did,” she answered. “He was… um… rather wild afterwards.”

“I heard,” I smiled.

“Yeah well, I think that might be part of it, too,” she said, elaborating only after I gave her a quizzical look. “Knowing that you could hear us just enhanced the overall experience for him.”

“Wow,” I sighed. “You really think your husband gets off on me seeing you naked and hearing you fuck?” I asked more rhetorically than an actual need for clarification. “You didn’t teach me any of this stuff,” I laughed.

“So,” Maryanne said, looking at her watch and picking up the lunch bill. “Do you want to move in with us?”

“Sure,” I answered, surprised to find that I had already made the decision. Maryanne paid the bill and we stepped out on the sidewalk.

“Good,” she said, pulling be into a warm embrace and kissing me quickly on the lips. Not a very passionate kiss but not exactly sisterly either. Of course, I wanted more.

“I’ll talk to mom and take care of everything,” she added just before we got back to work.

Moving back into my sister’s house was a weirdly erotic experience. Mark wanted to watch all of the outtakes and he continually asked questions about my choice of scenes for the final videos. He wanted to know why I chose one shot over another especially on close ups of her pussy or tits.

“Look how wet her pussy is in this scene,” he’d say, freezing the video on a close up from one of the outtakes. Of course, my cock was rock solid the entire time as he pointed out the moisture around her labia.