The Danielle Direction

Contents

Chapter 1 – The Kara Kindred

Chapter 2 – The Chloe Coincidence

Chapter 3 – The Anna Approach

Chapter 4 – The Sophie Sequel

Chapter 5 – The Danielle Dilema

Chapter 6 – The Danielle Desire

Epilogue Part 1 – The Danielle Diagnosis

Epilogue Part 2 – The Chloe Consolation

Chapter One – The Kara Kindred

I lived in Budapest for 3 more years before I eventually accrued enough experience to become attractive to a long haul carrier. This enabled me to move back to the UK (although sometimes I felt I spent more time away than I did at home) and it also allowed Danielle and I to finally settle down together. When I eventually popped the question, she told me she’d think about it! But it didn’t take her too long to accept my proposal, perhaps down to the obscene diamond engagement ring my new salary enabled me to present her with in order to close the deal. Surprisingly to me, for her part Danielle took it all quite seriously, ending her trysts with Chloe, committing to “do things properly” now we were Mr & Mrs. I never told her about the random night Chloe and I had spent in Budapest and, while I did still think about Chloe from time to time, for a long while it was just Danielle and I. It seemed that we had matured into a more pedestrian lifestyle. There were no more threesomes (or foursomes for that matter), we just enjoyed being together, the two of us, in our new house in suburbia.

It was nearing our third wedding anniversary when we received an invitation from Kara to celebrate her 50th birthday in the Caribbean. Our wedding was actually the last time I had seen Kara, owing to my work schedule always getting in the way of significant family events (my move to another carrier having relegated me to the bottom of the seniority list for holiday preferences). It was even longer since Danielle and I had fooled around with her and I suppose if I’m honest, as time marched on, I no longer had quite same lust as I had for Kara’s younger self.

Kara was now divorced. Boring Tim had apparently shacked up with his “Executive Assistant”. While this was more than a little clichéd, I had to give Tim some credit as I’d always assumed he was a bit of a melt. Although I’d never met her, Kara had told Danielle that his new squeeze was in her twenties and a ‘bit of a looker’. Go Tim! Kara had done alright out of the proceedings to be fair, getting the house, the girls and the dog, along with an unspecified cash settlement as agreed in their prenup.

Miraculously, I was able to align the proposed birthday trip with my assigned annual leave. I was looking forward to a relaxing week, some quality time with Danielle and just getting caught up with Kara and my nieces who had no doubt grown up a lot since I last saw them.

Our flight to Princess Juliana Airport was scheduled to depart at 7am from Heathrow. The plan was to eat together at Kara’s house before heading to the airport the night before. We’d check our bags, then sleep at an airport hotel before heading straight to the gate, rather than having to get up hideously early in the morning to drive to Heathrow and face the long morning check-in queues. The twins had a gymnastics competition at their school in the afternoon so we had originally planned for us all to go and support them before heading back to Kara’s, however it turned out that Danielle had to make an business trip to one of her salons in another part of the country and her return flight was delayed so she would now not be getting back to London until later in the evening. As a result it was just me and Kara providing encouragement as Anna and Sophie both competed against other teenage gymnasts at their exclusive private school in the country (paid for by Tim’s child support).

I wasn’t particularly looking forward to the event as I had no interest in, nor did I know anything at all about gymnastics. I hadn’t seen Anna or Sophie since they were 12, so I was also concerned I might not even recognise them when they took their turns on the various pieces of equipment positioned around the large sports hall. Fortunately the whole event was strangely Olympian in professionality, with TV screens also dotted around the hall showing the mostly adult spectators in the tiered stand the various simultaneous events, complete with graphics giving the child’s name and the elite school they were competing on behalf of. It was quite a different world from the school sports days Danielle and I were used to! Kara, like most of the other parents, enthusiastically pointed out each of her daughters anytime they made an appearance. She also provided a running commentary on their respective performances and critique of their technique, so I could be in no doubt which of the competitors were Anna and Sophie.

However, I was somewhat unprepared for the sight before me. In the 3 years since I had last set eyes on my nieces, they had transformed from little girls to young women. In sequinned lycra team colours, their now tall and slender feminine figures were displayed. Their long smooth calves and now muscular thighs were totally exposed, rising to toned shapely glutes shrouded in the skin-tight fabric of their leotards. Both girls had obviously begun to develop breasts which, although pressed into their chests by their tight fitting sportswear, were unmistakably erupting. Each had their long hair neatly tied back and their faces subtly made-up to accentuate their natural youthful glow and flawless skin. Anna and Sophie no longer had the appearance of cute twin kids, instead their bodies had morphed into beautiful creatures of mysterious but forbidden sexual allure.

Rather uneasy at the thoughts I was now having about my nieces, I looked away, only for my eyes to meet yet more nubile teenage figures clad in form fitting lycra. The gymnasium was filled with blossoming young women, whose attire revealed every newly formed curve and crevasse of their supple, honed bodies. As they performed their gravity defying routines, the stretching fabric would occasionally flash, perhaps half-imagined yet nonetheless intimate, outlines in their shadows and creases as they contorted their bodies. There was no escape from the stimulation and I couldn’t help myself!

As my eyes surveyed the room, I was reminded by Kara to pay attention to what Anna and Sophie were doing. At least in this setting I was free to gawk without judgement. However, as I looked at my flourishing nieces, straddling and balancing on equipment and swinging from ropes, I could feel a movement in my jeans. I shifted awkwardly in my seat trying to tuck it away and focus on conversing with Kara. But she was engrossed in the competition and the scoring, voicing her dissatisfaction with the judges anytime she felt a score was undeserved. Eventually, with little choice about it, I resigned myself to my growing state of arousal as I ogled Anna and Sophie’s graceful, athletic figures and fantasised about what might lay underneath their skimpy, glittering clothing. As the blood continued to flow into my cock, I eagerly anticipated moments when one of their contortions might cause a leotard to ride up between their legs, perhaps revealing a little more of one or other of their toned cheeks, necessitating a finger to be slipped under the hem to draw it back down. As my manhood swelled uncomfortably in my restrictive denim, I captured some of the events on my phone, telling Kara I would show the video to Danielle later. She seemed unconcerned, focussed as she was on the technicalities of the competition.

The afternoon finally drew to a close with a medal presentation and both girls ultimately collected one for their school. I have no idea which activity they were awarded them for as I had entirely lost track of the competition despite having been fixated on the twins routines for most of the event. After Kara debriefed the afternoon with a few fellow parents, we returned to her car which was parked outside the grand, Edwardian building on a long gravel driveway that lead from the absurdly large main gates. As we walked down the driveway, the stones crunching underfoot, I expressed to Kara my surprise at how much her daughters seemed to have grown up.

“Yeah” she replied wistfully, “they really make me feel old!”

“Cause fifty is young?” I poked sarcastically, if somewhat cruelly.

As we walked I heard the sound of feet running up the drive behind us and turned to see Sophie sprinting towards us, trailed by Anna. Kara turned and embraced them both.

“Great job team!” Kara announced.

Both girls were now covered by school tracksuits which at least meant I didn’t have a boner when the girls released Kara to then embrace me. I was surprised they did, I had assumed might be a little shy given how long it had been since I last saw them, but they brimmed with an air of confidence only learned with a private education and hugged me as one would a long lost friend.

“Uncle!! Where’s Auntie Dani?” Anna asked looking around.

“Her flight got delayed, she’s coming later on” I replied “she was really gutted to miss the competition.”

I rode in the front of the car next to Kara and the girls sat in the back, enthusiastically reviewing the event in great detail, with Kara chipping in throughout to offer tips on each girl’s performance and areas for improvement. I remained silent, saying only that I thought they both did very well. My impartial words of encouragement were politely accepted before the analysis continued. As I had no idea about gymnastic nomenclature, most of their discussion went over my head. All I really registered was how much the twin’s accents sounded like they belonged in some sort of period drama, how much of that could be attributed to their schooling versus growing up in the affluent home counties of England, I wasn’t sure.

When we arrived back at their house, we were greeted by an older and altogether more lethargic Melville who licked the girls hands, ignored me and then plodded off back to the kitchen. I was told the dog sitter was going to be picking him up in the morning. The girls immediately headed upstairs to wash up and change before dinner and I followed Kara into the kitchen to help her prepare the meal. Danielle had texted to give an updated ETA for her flight which meant she would be missing dinner as well.

“I’ll go pick Danz up from Gatwick after dinner” Kara said “you can stay here with the girls and we can get cabs to Heathrow when I get back.”

“Uuh okay” I replied, not really seeing any more logical alternative.

“Don’t worry, they’ll just watch TV or be on their phones” Kara laughed, sensing my awkwardness “you won’t need to make any conversation!”

Once I had done as much as I felt I could to help Kara, I excused myself to go and find the toilet, walking up the stairs towards the main bathroom. As I neared the top of the stairs I could hear the girls in conversation speaking loudly over the sound of a hair dryer.

“Seriously!? When he was round for dinner last week!? Mum was like literally following the two of you around!” I heard one of them say as I approached a door which was slightly ajar “Did he show you his too?”

“I only showed him it for, like, a second! Not yet…” said the other “He said next time we’re somewhere private. I don’t know what I would do if he did!”

“Well, that will be never with mum around! You’ve watched videos though… tell me you have?” Anna asked as I walked past, glancing through the slightly opened door.

“Well, yeah of course but…” Sophie replied before stopping as she saw me passing.

“Is the bathroom down here?” I asked her, pretending not to remember.

Sophie was standing in a plush white dressing gown, the type you would get at an upmarket spa or hotel. It was tied at the waist, but still had a plunging neckline. I could see where her newly forming breasts just began to ascend from her chest and I caught myself staring obviously. Anna was sitting on the edge of the bed next to Sophie drying her hair, bent over inspecting her toes. As a result her matching dressing gown had fallen open a little, exposing more of one of her burgeoning breasts. She turned off her hair dryer and sat up to look at me when she heard my voice.

“Yes, it’s the third door on the left” Sophie replied before smiling coyly.

I walked quickly down the hall to the bathroom before my blushes became apparent. As I stood over the porcelain, I could faintly hear their conversation continue down the corridor.

“Do you know how to do it?” one of them asked.

“Only from what I’ve seen online, but it doesn’t look that hard.” another replied “What do you think it tastes like though?”

“Charlotte says Henry’s…” I didn’t quite catch the rest before the hair dryer kicked in again.

Having finished peeing, I stood over the bowl stroking my flaccid shaft rhythmically as I thought about the twins in their leotards and the tantalising glimpses I had caught of their budding breasts just moments ago. I imagined what they might have been talking about and the lucky young boys who would be the first to feel their shafts gripped by Anna and Sophie’s delicate, if inexperienced, hands. My cock swelled and hardened.

I took out my phone and replayed the videos I had made that afternoon, pausing and zooming in on the areas of their bodies I found titillating. Nearing orgasm, I found a frame where I thought Anna had a slight cameltoe on display and zoomed in on it as I gripped my shaft tighter. I imagined what her bald virgin slit would look like. After about minute of fapping I ejaculated into the toilet. I wiped myself down with toilet paper and flushed, feeling guilty.

At dinner I caught up with all three girls. The gymnastics chat had subsided so I was able to participate more in the conversation which covered school achievements, holidays, plans for our imminent trip – Anna wanted to swim with dolphins – and Sophie’s new “boyfriend”. The last topic was shared gleefully and insensitively by Anna much to Sophie’s embarrassment. I moved us onto what films they had enjoyed recently trying to save Sophie’s blushes as Kara prepared to depart to fetch Danielle.

The twins disappeared upstairs and after washing up the dishes and tidying the kitchen I went to the lounge and sat down on the sofa in front of the TV. I turned on Netflix and found something of interest to watch. About thirty minutes later I got a message from Kara saying Danielle’s flight was still on time and she expected to be home before 8pm. As I was replying to the message, both Sophie and Anna appeared and sat down next to me on the sofa, one either side, a little too close for comfort.

“Hey” Anna said “what are you watching?”

“The Breakfast Club” I replied “an eighties movie.”

“What’s it about?” Sophie asked.

“It’s about some school kids who have to go to detention on Saturday, they are all from different cliques but they get to know each other and become friends” I answered.

“Sounds boring!” Anna pronounced. “would you like to see more gymnastics?”

I paused the movie and turned to look at Anna. She was wearing the same thin cotton T-shirt and jogging bottoms she had been at dinner, but it was obvious she had now removed her training bra, as the outline of her unsupported breasts protruded through the thin white tee. She got up off the sofa and standing between me and the TV, leant forward, placed both hands on the floor and rolled over to a handstand holding it briefly, before gracefully completing the roll to return to a stand. Of course the manoeuvre resulted in her loose fitting top falling down over her face as she stood on her hands, exposing her chest to me. As she stood up her t-shirt fell back again, catching atop her small protruding mounds and she turned to face me. She smiled confidently as I stared, unthinking, at her bare chest. Her nipples seemed to be a little inset but her areolae puffed up from her pubescent breasts. After an implausibly long delay she grabbed her top and pulled it down covering herself up.

“Ooops!” She said, unconvincingly covering her face in faux embarrassment.

I wasn’t sure what to say. Should I reprimand her or ignore it? I was about to suggest that she shouldn’t do any more gymnastics without her leotard when Anna spoke again.

“Well I guess you’ve seen mine, so… you need to show me yours!” Anna crowed

I laughed out of embarrassment, now even less sure what to do or say, having undermined any position of authority I might have clung to despite my staring.

“Yeah!” Sophie chimed in “you do have to.”

“Fine!” I answered, to looks of apparent surprise that their abysmally transparent set up had worked.

I took hold of my T-shirt and pulled it up revealing my hair covered chest for a moment before covering myself up again.

“NO!” they both groaned in unified disdain.

“What?” I asked, innocently.

“You need to show us your… you know.” Anna said, bashfully, her confidence crumbling.

“Yeah, you saw her booooobs” Sophie seconded “we’ve never seen a… dick before.”

She almost choked on the word, like she’d never said it aloud before either. I considered the situation I was in and how terribly this could play out.

“No.” I said trying to maintain some self-control “I didn’t ask to see that Anna, you did it on purpose.”

“But you wanted to see them didn’t you?” Sophie challenged “you were staring at us earlier.”

“No, well…” I started, realising she has me bang to rights “…I… that’s not…”

“Please just let us look, we’re just curious” Anna pleaded “we’ll never tell anyone, we promise!”

I thought about it for a moment. Regardless of their age, I was their uncle and in a position of trust. I knew Kara would eviscerate me if she ever found out. I guessed Danielle would probably divorce me. I did the only thing I could reasonably be expected to do given the situation I was faced with… I undid my belt buckle.

Both girls knelt on the large sofa on either side of me. Taking a breath before committing, I unzipped my fly and undid the button, then I pushed my briefs down along with my jeans, tucking the waistband under my balls to reveal everything to my teenage nieces. Both of them peered at my flaccid cock saying nothing. I waited a few moments (knowing the clock was now ticking on an erection) before reaching back down to tuck myself back in.

“Wait!” Sophie interjected “can I just… touch it for a minute? You can touch my boobs if you want!”

Without warning she lifted her T shirt up over her head and discarded it revealing her small training bra. I tried to resist the urge but the blood was already departing my brain en-route to my cock and the opportunity was too irresistible to pass up.

I nodded and she reached out her hand. As she got close to making contact, the blood pumping into my limp dick caused it to move, beginning to slowly swell and rise. Sophie’s hand recoiled nervously a little. As I enlarged, I took her small hand in mine and placed it around my shaft. At the same time I put my own hand on her chest and felt her small soft breast through the fabric of her cotton bra. As she sat there, holding my pulsing erection, she was so entranced that she didn’t notice me pulling up her bra expose her little breasts. Just like Anna, Sophie’s chest had filled out and her areolae where pink and puffy. I gently took up all of her warm, smooth flesh in the palm of hand, carefully running my fingers over her soft nipple. As I did so, I guided her hand to grip my growing hard-on tighter and to draw back my foreskin to expose my glans to her. She licked her lips and swallowed her saliva.

“Can I touch it too?” Anna asked, once more lifting her t-shirt assuming the same deal.

I momentarily stopped fondling Sophie’s breast and took Anna’s hand, guiding it to cup and then gently massage my testicles.



“Be real gentle, okay?” I said softly to Anna who nodded.

I let them each continue their motions of exploration for a moment before resuming my own enjoyment of their tiny racks. Licking the tips of my fingers, I gently caressed their nipples, coaxing them into protruding so that I could play with them between my fingers. Both of their breathing deepened as I awakened their erogenous zones by flicking their now small but nevertheless erect teats.

“Want to swap?” I suggested.

Both girls were keen to touch the parts of my genitals they had not yet explored so they happily traded places. I encouraged Anna that she could grip my now fully erect shaft more positively than she had been my balls.

“It got so big!” Sophie commented, my cock now at full mast.

“So did you both” I said, still massaging their breasts sensually and delicately.

I enjoyed the experience for a good while, with neither of the twins in a hurry to stop what they were doing. As they got more comfortable they took it in turns to touch my shaft and balls, and I occasionally guided them on how to stimulate me more effectively, showing them how I liked my shaft to be stroked. I also allowed my own hands to wander further afield over their uncovered upper torsos, stroking the length of their bare backs and flat toned stomachs, and running my hand down onto their bottoms, still covered by their joggers, as they knelt on the sofa either side of me.

“What does it feel like?” Sophie asked while Anna stroked my now pulsating member.

“It feels nice” I replied, downplaying how incredible the feeling of her little hand tugging me of actually was, “you’re really good at that Anna.”

Anna smiled proudly at the encouragement as her petite fingers drew my foreskin down over my glans and stretched it back on itself yet again. I was so aroused that this time a small trickle of pre-cum flowed out from the tip of my shaft and run down over her thumb. She let go and withdrew her hand.

“Did I do it?” she asked, in a curious, rather than disappointed, tone.

“No” I laughed “that’s just…”

I considered what to say next, unsure exactly what her experiences of puberty had thus far been, or how comprehensive her expensive education was with regard to sex.

“…it’s like… have you ever had a dream about a boy and woken up feeling a bit damp between your legs.” I said, looking at her and trying to put it delicately.

Anna immediately blushed, taken aback at my knowledge of her recently acquired bodily functions. Sophie picked up my shaft and traced her fingers over the tip, smearing my pre-cum over my glans and causing me to shiver at the pleasant sensation. I was keen to feel just how wet the girls now were for myself but didn’t want to chance my luck. I decided to play the long game, using my knowledge of their earlier conversations to move things along instead. Anna resumed rolling my balls between her small fingers as her sister coaxed a little more of my pre cum from the tip of my now rock hard erection.

“You can taste it, if you want to.” I said casually “some girls think it’s really delicious.”

Anna looked at Sophie, whose eyes widened at the suggestion, and she raised her eyebrows as if to say to Sophie this was her chance. Sophie didn’t say anything but after a moment, she leaned forwards onto her knees raising herself up off her hind legs and lowering her face to eye level with my formidable manhood. She opened her mouth and I felt her warm, moist breath pass over my engorged, sensitive bell end. Anna held my shaft upright for her sister as it passed into Sophie’s open mouth and her lips closed around the tip. I felt her tongue make contact as it explored my head, her mouth filling with saliva as she did so.

I ran my hand from the front of her body, teasing her engorged areolae and hard nips, once more over onto Sophie’s bare back, and down her spine towards her bottom, pausing at her waistband. I contemplated reaching inside but instead played it (somewhat) safer, running it over her joggers and down onto her now accessible toned glutes. My fingers were between her legs, and squeezing her ass at the same time I gently felt her up through her lounge wear.

Sophie let out a faint whimper, muffled slightly by my cock in her mouth, doubtless her first experience of anyone other than herself touching her pussy. I massaged firmly through the fabric and she sighed quietly in pleasure. My cock pulsated with excitement as I groped one virgin niece and fondled the bare chest of the other. I wanted to suck on Anna’s inviting nipples and wondered about asking her if she would like me to.

Just as I was about to suggest Sophie slide more of my elongated shaft into her warm, wet, saliva flooded mouth, I heard a car door slam shut outside. Kara and Danielle were back! Both girls heard it too. Sophie jumped up like a startled deer, releasing my cock which flopped onto my stomach, and rushed to put her bra back in place and T-shirt back on, fleeing out of the room. Anna was more cool. Releasing my scrotum and unhurriedly pulling her T-shirt back down over her bare chest. She stood up from the sofa, her nipples now protruding quite noticeably under her T-shirt.

“This is just between us” I told her somewhat panicked as I packed myself away “make sure Sophie knows that!”

Anna nodded and smiled, walking calmly out of the room, to follow her sister up the stairs. I had just managed to zip myself back up and resume the movie as I heard Danielle and Kara enter through the front door. I turned to look back over the sofa as Danielle entered the living room. She bent over the sofa and kissed me.

“Hello!” she greeted me

“Hi” I replied “long day huh?”

“Yup! I need a shower and some food before we head out.” she sighed.

“Why don’t you go have a shower and I’ll heat up some left-overs” Kara offered.

I turned off the TV and followed Danielle down to the guest room in the basement. I’m not sure why she went down there as we weren’t staying the night, but it was perhaps a little more secluded from the chaos of last minute packing going on upstairs. For some reason Sophie and Anna had been distracted from their packing task, I can’t imagine why! Kara was now chastising them while also trying to complete her own packing. In any case, being downstairs in the spare room gave Danielle and I some alone time together. After turning on the shower in the ensuite she returned, in just her underwear – a black lace high rise thong and push up bra combo.

“Do you think we have time?” she teased, removing her bra and tossing it at me.

I yanked off my t-shirt and quickly undid my trousers for the second time that evening, dropping them to the floor. Danielle walked over towards me in her panties and embraced me, my still erect penis pressed against her panties and she smiled.

“I think we do!” she said answering her own question.

I took both her hands and raised them above her head at the same time pushing her up against the wall. I pinned her crossed wrists there as I kissed her, pressing my body up against hers, taking charge of her as though she were my prisoner. With my other hand I reached down and awkwardly fumbled both our underwear down just far enough. Moving my hips I rubbed the tip of my cock, still wet from Sophie’s saliva, between Danielle’s moist lips, then positioned it towards the entrance to her pussy as we made out passionately. With a single abrupt motion, I penetrated her fully, the entire length of my shaft, pre-heated and lubricated by her teenage nieces, slid deep inside Danielle. I commenced thrusting vigorously, pressing her back against the wall as I did so. I was already set to come before I entered her, so it took a lot of concentration to hold back for what I deemed an acceptable period of time. In order to extend my endurance, after a few minutes of fucking her against the wall, I pulled out and spun Danielle around. Spreading her legs, I bent her over, head resting on her arm against the same wall, and entered her from behind in another violent motion.

“Ohh fuck yes!!” Danielle cheered with glee as I repeatedly pounded her roughly, my thighs clapping loudly against her ass cheeks, “yes yes yes yes”

She reached between her legs and began to furiously rub her clit, racing to reach orgasm before I did. A task she completed admirably.

As I slid in and out of her, I closed my eyes and imagined Sophie’s warm moist mouth around my cock, her and Anna’s cute budding breasts and puffy nipples, and the tight toned glutes I had glimpsed briefly earlier in the afternoon.

“Yes yes yes yes yes!!!!” Danielle cried out in sync with my thrusting as she began to climax. That was my cue. In my head I pictured a fully naked Sophie and Anna, their hairless pussies and perfect, athletic, virgin bodies, intertwined together, making out. This was what I fantasised about as I blew up inside my wife. I came hard. Unloading what I had been hoping to release into my niece’s mouth just a few minutes ago.

Spent, I pulled out and spanked Danielle’s ass hard to a shriek of delight. She loved it rough.

“Someone was eager!” Danielle said.

Then she walked into the ensuite and entered the still running shower. I put my clothing back on and headed upstairs to try and avoid any suspicion but need not have worried as Kara was entirely pre-occupied with trying to corral her household into readiness. Danielle’s dinner remained, still unheated, in the fridge so I put it in the microwave to warm it up, thereby alleviating Kara of one of her tasks. However by 8:30pm, miraculously, Danielle was showered and fed, Sophie and Anna had completed their packing and Kara had summoned the taxis to convey us and our baggage to Heathrow.

As Danielle and I journeyed together in one of the cabs, my sexual desires satiated, I reflected on the events of the evening and felt a renewed sense of guilt at all that I had done and fantasised, as well as worry about what might happen if any of it were to come out. Yet, at the same time as listening to Danielle talk about her business trip and her plans for her company, I occasionally caught my mind wandering to more inappropriate thoughts of Anna and Sophie. I realised this may not be the relaxing holiday I thought it was going to be…

Chapter Two – The Chloe Coincidence

We managed to complete the task of bag drop relatively quickly and by 9:45pm we were queuing in the lobby of the hotel waiting to check in for the night. Danielle and I were at the front of the queue, patiently waiting for the reception staff to process the two women already at the desk. Behind us was Kara with Sophie and Anna in tow, each engrossed in their phones. I looked around the lobby noting the location of the lifts and the bar and turned back to check on the progress of the pair at the desk. One of the women was of average height with dark hair, wearing a burgundy sleeveless yoga top, butt hugging leggings and trainers. Next to her stood a much shorter, blonde haired woman wearing tight skinny jeans, a hoodie and a pair of converse. ‘Nah… couldn’t be’ I thought to myself as I tried to get a better view.

“Okay there you go, you’re room 304, which is on the third floor” I heard the desk staff say as she handed a key card to them “the lifts are just over to the left, would you like any help with your bags?”

“No we’ll manage thanks” a familiar sounding voice replied.

As the hotel employee wished them a pleasant stay, the shorter figure turned and bent over to pick up her bag from the floor, her hair obscuring her face from view.

“Do you want to go get a night cap before bed?” the taller women asked her companion.

“Uh, yeah okay if you want, I’ll take the bags up first and meet you in the bar?” the familiar voice replied.

Both women turned around and I confirmed my suspicion. My eye’s met Chloe’s first, she then looked to Danielle, who looked back to me and smiled. I focussed on Chloe’s expression, trying to ascertain whether she intended to acknowledge us or if she preferred not to. I suspected she was possibly trying to work out the same with Danielle and I. I made a casual smile – something between the smile you would give a stranger at a bus stop and the sort you would give to a passing an acquaintance. My attempts to subtly discern the nature of the situation were waisted however.

“Chloe!!” Kara boomed from behind me “long time! How are you?”

Chloe tucked her hair back nervously behind her ear as she looked at Kara.

“Hi” she said “yeah, good thanks, how are you all?”

Chloe’s travelling companion looked at each of us in turn, obviously trying to work out if she’d met any of us before. She had an athletic build with a pretty face, a pale complexion and large eyes. Her chest seemed large relative to her frame but not overly so. Her sleeveless top revealed muscular yet still feminine arms and fairly broad shoulders. She had long legs but a shorter torso and had about a foot on Chloe overall. She had the appearance of someone who was at ease in a gym.

What proceeded was a somewhat awkward set of pleasantries, whereby it was determined that each of us was ‘good’ before Chloe remembered, a few seconds later than she should have, to introduce the person she was travelling with. It turned out she was called Sarah. Chloe blushed a little as she made the introduction, making clear that this was indeed the same Sarah from her school days. Then we had to explain to Sarah (and Anna and Sophie) how we all knew each other. While my previous working relationship with Chloe was quite easy to explain, the statements that Danielle was my wife and Kara was my sister in law probably didn’t shed any further light as to how they had come to know Chloe, but nobody seemed particularly bothered. There was a moment of silence as we each tried to work out what to do or say next and I decided to tempt fate one more time.

“So are you coming or going?” I asked, fully anticipating them to be on their way to Saint Martin just like us.

However the universe, it seemed, was just teasing us and Sarah replied that they were on their way to India having flown into London earlier in the evening. Sarah was a Yoga instructor and was going to do some sort of special training with an Indian guru. It sounded a bit hippy to me but each to their own.

“We were going to get a drink at the bar before bed if you wanted to join us?” Sarah asked politely.

“Thanks” I replied “but we have quite an early start tomorrow”, suspecting that a conversation involving alcohol could only become more awkward.

“Yeah I need to get this pair to bed” Kara said, sensing the tone for once in her life and motioning to Anna and Sophie, who had now returned to staring at their phones and didn’t even register the infantilising comment from their mother.

“We could do ONE drink!” Danielle said, looking at me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Next please!” the receptionist announced in a loud voice, seeing the queue growing behind us as we conversed.

I walked towards the desk and pulled Danielle along with me. Sarah and Chloe said goodbye to us and I watched Chloe heading for the lifts, bags in hand, while we were checking in. Danielle persisted with the suggestion that we should go speak to Chloe and Sarah, clearly quite keen to understand how they had come to be reunited and whether their relationship was more than just plutonic. For my part I was more hesitant, while I was keen to reunite with Chloe, I didn’t want us to disrupt whatever she might have going on with Sarah. In the end I didn’t manage to disuade Danielle but said I might join her at the bar once I’d taken our bags upstairs, but I was quite tired.

“Don’t interrogate them!” I warned her as each we went our separate ways.

Kara, true to her word, took the twins up to their room and we didn’t see any of them again until morning. I conveyed Danielle’s carry on and my backpack to our room and flopped onto the bed for a minute. I took out my phone and searched down my list of messages to find the last conversation with Chloe. It took a while to find, the last message was the end of our discussion regarding whether or not to tell Danielle about our secret rendezvous in Budapest some years ago. I had favoured not mentioning it since seeing Chloe without Danielle and without her knowledge somehow felt more like cheating. Somewhat odd given Danielle was seeing Chloe regularly without me knowing, I know. Nevertheless we had agreed to keep it to ourselves and that was my final direct communication with Chloe. I started typing a new message…

“Think I’ll give drinks a miss but if you need rescued from an interrogation let me know and I’ll come and get Danielle. Nice to see you again. Happy for you and Sarah.”

I thought twice and deleted the last sentence, not wanting to presume their relationship was something it wasn’t. Before I could hit send I noticed that Chloe was typing, so I waited… then she stopped, no message arrived. I hit send. A few seconds later she was typing again. I looked at my phone, trying to think of a good reason to excuse Danielle. My phone vibrated as the message arrived.

“I’m not at the bar…” the message stated.

I wasn’t sure if that was better or worse… Sarah was probably being grilled by a Danielle with a drink in her hand. The ellipsis was a little leading I thought. Was she going to send another message or was she trying to imply something? I looked at the screen for a minute or two but there was no indication of more typing.

“We’re in 214 if you want to…” I typed pausing, heart racing a little, to think about the right phrase “…catch up?”. I hit send again.

“I don’t think we should.” the response came back quickly.

Chloe had well understood what ‘catching up’ really meant for us and she knew from my earlier message that it was only me in the room at that point. I thought about what to reply for a little while, but eventually decided there was nothing much more to say. I put the phone down and kicked my shoes off. Flipping back through my video library I found the video Danielle had made with Chloe that first time they got together. Just as I was about to play it, there was a quiet knock at the door. Danielle didn’t have a keycard but I was surprised she was back so soon – a little worried actually – ordinarily once she’s at a bar Danielle is there until last orders! What might she have said to Sarah?! I got up and opened the door. It was not Danielle.

“Hi” Chloe said, once more nervously tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Hi” I replied confused, inviting her inside and closing the door “I didn’t think you were coming”.

“I wasn’t… but I did want to.” she replied in a contradiction “I mean Sarah and I are… finally! You know? It’s really good. But…”

I looked at her trying to interpret her jumbled response.

“I don’t want to get in the way of anything…” I started

“No!” Chloe interrupted “I know that. I’ve just wanted to tell you something… something I realised… tell you both really!”

I wasn’t sure where Chloe was going with this but I just stood and gave her a moment to think.

“Getting together with Sarah after all those years… I’m sooo happy! But… I also missed you, both of you! And I think that’s because I really did have some feelings for you, even if I didn’t really know what they were at the time… does that make sense?”

In all honesty I wasn’t really sure. Chloe had been pretty clear that while she enjoyed the sex, emotionally she was attracted to girls, not guys. I was aware she had a soft spot for Danielle but as far as I knew that was only ever a casual thing. While I had once held a bit of candle for Chloe, I’d accepted that all we had was a physical thing to be enjoyed every now and again.

“I’m not sure I get what you’re saying?” I answered.

“I…I think about you a lot. I missed you” she replied

I cocked my head to the side, trying to process what she was telling me, but as I did, Chloe stepped towards me and standing on her tip toes, looked up at me, tilting her head the opposite way, inviting my approach. I couldn’t resist, I leaned in and she planted her lips on mine, putting her petite hand behind my neck to support herself. She opened her mouth and I felt her tongue enter, probing for mine. I put my arms around her back and pulled her close to me, lifting her up. We made out passionately for several minutes. I was flabbergasted. Her actions, her uninhibited kiss conveyed a real desire for me. I didn’t understand what switch had flipped in Chloe’s head, but somehow this felt like more than just a sexual expression.

We continued to kiss as I pulled her hoodie off, separating only momentarily to allow it to pass over her head, before immediately resuming tonsil tennis. Underneath, her simple vest top and visible bra straps were revealed. We took it in turns removing elements of one another’s clothing only pausing to allow Chloe to kick off her all-stars. Eventually we were each down to our underwear and had migrated to the end of the bed, our clothes strewn in a line from the door to where we currently stood. Holding her close I fell backwards onto the soft cushioned mattress and Chloe lay atop me. We continued kissing, hands running up and down one another’s bodies. I stroked her warm back and smooth hips, intentionally staying away from the more predictable areas, enjoying this more intimate embrace. Her hands ran through the hair of my chest and up my neck and face. My cock had ballooned and was pressing between her legs. I moved my hand onto the padding of her bra and pressed firmly to stimulate her through the foam. She didn’t stop kissing me but reached behind her back with both arms and released the catch, then slid a strap off each arm one at a time, tossing it to the side of the bed. She lay back down on me, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me and her long stiff nipples pressed into my chest as she once again placed her tongue inside my mouth. I had at one time fantasised about sex with Chloe that was like this. It wasn’t mechanical or sadistic, but passionate and caring. The thought that Danielle could return at any moment never entered my mind.

Eventually Chloe’s hand slipped between our legs and into my pants. Finding my erect cock, she grasped it and began to stroke it back and forth, all the while her lips remaining in contact with mine. My hands flowed over her bare back and down inside her panties, squeezing her soft smooth cheeks. I slipped her underwear down around her thighs, then rolled her over onto her back. Now that I was on top I sat up and pulled her panties off her legs entirely, discarding her final item of clothing by throwing them to the side of the bed. I pulled down my own briefs, freeing my straining member – it was so hard it ached. As I knelt over her naked, fragile form, she looked back me – staring into my eyes. I could see both nervousness and complete trust. She brought her knees up and spread her legs and I lay down between them, propping myself over her with my elbow. She nodded silently and I guided my hungering erection between her warm, slick labia, to the entrance of her flowing wet pussy. She smiled at me and I slid myself inside her, leaning forward to kiss her as I impaled her.

Chloe whimpered as my sizeable girth stretched her passageway, still seemingly unaccustomed to large objects, wider than it had been stretched in some time. Thankfully she was so wet there was little resistance as I penetrated her, but it was clearly a challenge for her to accommodate me, even at this stage in her life. She was as tight as I remembered her being and the welcome stimulation this brought was incredible. I stroked my hands through her long blonde hair from her temple as I begin to thrust in and out of her in the missionary position. Chloe wrapped her legs around my thighs and her arms around my back, stretching her tongue deep inside my mouth and moaning in pleasure and excitement. My thrusting was slow and rhythmic, trying to remain gentle and tender as we seemingly made love to one another. As the stimulation began to take effect on Chloe she stopped kissing me and tilted her head back, exhaling in pleasure with her eyes closed. I took the opportunity to kiss her neck and ear lobes, licking the inside of her ear with the tip of my tongue, before kissing down towards her flushed chest as I continued to satiate her desire.

I could feel the urge to cum building inside me as Chloe’s vaginal muscles contracted with each stroke. I wasn’t touching her clit but I could tell she was also building towards a climax. Her cheeks and chest were red and her hands were gripping my back tightly, I could feel her short nails pressing into my skin and she was panting loudly.

“Yes… oh yeah, oh yeah… oh it feels so good… ahhh you’re gonna to make me cum!” she whispered in my ear as I repeatedly filled and withdrew from her undernourished pussy.

She was right. I felt her legs begin to quiver around my thighs and she laughed loudly as her face turned beetroot from the explosion triggering inside her. I felt her muscles contracting around my cock and heard the sound of her copious secretions being forced from inside her and out onto the bed. I held back as long as I could – clenching my pelvic floor – until I could resist it no longer. I fired my load at the top of my in-stroke, depositing my cum deep inside Chloe. I collapsed onto her, my head laying on her shoulder as I spasmed and fired a second and third spurt into her and she continued to convulse at the aftershocks rippling through her body. We lay there holding one another in the bed, me still inside her, as we came down off our respective highs. I kissed her again and she reciprocated.

“I need you in my life.” Chloe said finally breaking the silence with a bombshell.

“Chloe,” I said, softly “I’m married… I know this was incredible but…”

“I want Danielle too!” she interjected “I love you both and I love Sarah.”

“How would Sarah feel about that?” I asked.

Chloe didn’t immediately respond and I surmised the reality of our tryst being nothing more than a one off had begun to dawn on Chloe as the euphoria of her climax subsided. I stroked her hair and kissed her cheek.

“What the three of us had was amazing” I said “but all good things come to an end, it couldn’t last forever. Sarah was the love of your life that got away right? And now you have her… don’t risk losing her again because you want to have your cake and eat it.”

I rolled over and lay next to Chloe on the bed, cringing at my cliché filled words of advice. She got up silently and began to get dressed again, retrieving her bra from the side of the bed and putting it on first. I leaned over and retrieved her panties from the floor.

“I probably shouldn’t keep these ones” I said, tossing them over to her.

Chloe smiled as she untangled them and stepped inside, pulling them up over her crotch, which was still glistening and dribbling with my cum. We wandered around the room picking up our respective garments and donning them once again. After we were both fully dressed she made her way towards the door.

“It was nice to… catch up” she said, opening the door “I’ll miss you.”

“I don’t think the universe is done bringing us together” I replied, hopefully.

She turned, hugged me and walked out of the room with a smile that concealed what I sensed was a real sadness, that this phase of our lives was over just as she had finally worked out how she really felt.

I washed up and changed into my pyjamas before climbing into bed alone. I texted Danielle to tell her I was going to sleep but got no response. At about 12:45am I was awoken by another knock at the door. I sat up and was immediately stunned by excruciating pain in my lower back! I managed to stumble up, somewhat hunched over, and hobbled towards the door as subsequent louder knocks were made. I opened the door to Danielle, propped against the doorframe, smelling like she had bathed in gin.

“What took you so long?” she asked impatiently.

“Well it’s 1am and I’ve done my back in” I replied curtly, although Danielle’s inebriated condition meant she was entirely oblivious to my ill-humour.

“How’d you manage that?” she asked staggering into the room.

“Dunno” I replied impatiently “probably lifting your suitcase!”

In reality it had most probably been caused by my lifting of Chloe as we cavorted around the room. I returned to the bed, groaning as I sat down, and wincing as I attempted to lie down. Danielle discarded her purse on the floor and flopped onto the bed facedown next to me, the movement of the bed as she impacted it causing me further shooting pains.

“I did something bad” she said in a serious voice while at the same time giggling.

I really didn’t want to know what she had told Sarah about us and Chloe, but I could imagine it probably wasn’t the sort of thing she was expecting to hear from a stranger in a hotel bar.

“Tell me all about it in the morning” I said, figuring a drunk Danielle conversation would be beyond even my own patience levels given the pain I was in.

“SARAH…” Danielle announced loudly before changing to a whisper “…is Chloe’s girlfriend. They met again at a school reunion…”

Danielle looked at the headboard of the bed for a moment.

“hey!” she finally announced “that’s just like us!”

“Uhuh” I replied in a monotone voice.

“SARAH…” she announced again in her loud voice before switching inexplicably to a quiet once “…likes girls too. How great is that?!”

“Brilliant.” I replied sarcastically, trying to roll onto my side to see if it would give me any relief either from the back pain or the more excruciating conversation of my drunk wife.

“So… I fingered her in the ladies” Danielle whispered quietly and casually, before sniggering loudly.

“YOU DID WHAT?!” I asked in a more accusatory manner than was justified given what I’d just done.

I was really more concerned about the impact of this on Chloe and Sarah, although even in that regard I recognised I was hardly beyond reproach.

“I’m sooo sorry!” Danielle sobbed, swinging from hilarity to despair “I’m a terrible wife!”

I rolled back over to face her, once more in pain although wondering if the alcohol on Danielle’s breath alone might be sufficient to take the edge off. I put my arm over her and comforted her.

“You’re not a terrible wife.” I said, trying to decide if it was better to confess to her when she was drunk or sober.

I decided best to pull off the bandaid now rather than wait and chicken out again in the morning.

“I slept with Chloe…” I blurted “…tonight and one time in Budapest when she came over on business.”

Danielle opened her eyes and looked at me, trying to process the information in her intoxicated brain. After a long delay she eventually spoke.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

“I don’t really know” I said, not able to answer the question “I guess we thought since you weren’t there it was sort of unfair. Was it?”

“Not about then! I meant tonight” she replied “feeling up Sarah was fun… but if I’d known you were having sexy-time with Chloe I’d have ditched her!”

Danielle returned to looking at the headboard.

“Or maybe invited her along…?” she contemplated aloud.

Relieved that Danielle didn’t seem particularly bothered about either of my nights with Chloe, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. Of course I had not confessed to the far greater transgression with Anne and Sophie earlier in the evening but I felt that was something I’d probably have to take to the grave… there was no way I’d get a pass on that one!

Danielle fell asleep quickly and began to snore. I lay in the bed for another four hours occasionally drifting off only to be awoken by a jarring pain anytime I moved in my sleep. At 4:45am with Danielle still out for the count I got up and made my way to the gym to try stretch myself out before spending eight hours sitting on a plane.

Upon entering the deserted gym I realised I had no idea what I was doing or how to improve my back. After some cursory Google searches I found some yoga stretches that supposedly helped lower back pain so I eased myself down onto a mat and tried to replicate what I saw on photos and videos. As I was wincing in pain on my hands and knees on the floor, I heard the door open and somebody else walked in. I peered under my arm to see, upside down, Sarah walking towards me. The universe strikes again!

“I don’t know WHAT you’re trying to do, but that isn’t it!” she mocked and laughed heartily “Would you like some help?”

I chuckled and explained my back pain (without explaining what had caused it!) and Sarah knelt down next to me. She explained what I was supposed to be trying to do and why, then demonstrated it for me, followed by having me try as she corrected my form. She placed one hand in my front and another on my back applying pressure to correct the shape of my spine which immediately made things easier to hold and a bit less painful. I wobbled a little and she put a hand on the inside of my calf to encourage me to widen my stance a little.

“There, that’s much better, now try to hold that as still as you can, you need to engage your core. Don’t lock your knees… don’t you have any glutes?”

“What are those ones again?” I asked, having forgotten what little I learned in P.E. decades ago.

“These!” she said, her hand slapping my ass in a manner that I was fairly sure would be considered inappropriate for a Yoga instructor. (However I do now have Sarah to thank for me knowing what glutes are.)

“Uh okay… how do I do that?” I asked taken aback and not really sure what she meant.

“Okay, take a break” she commanded.

I knelt back down on my knees and was surprised to be able to move in a little less pain than a few minutes earlier. Sarah adopted the same position as I had been doing on the mat next to me.

“Right, put your hand on my bum just above my thigh” she said casually as though she was asking me to pass her a towel.

“Huh?” I said bewildered.

“It’s okay, here” she said, reaching over to take my hand (while somehow defying gravity and balancing with just her other hand on the floor). She placed my hand on her right bum cheek and squeezed it.

“Glutes off.” she said, hyper extending her knees as I presume I had been doing earlier.

“Glutes on.” she continued, this time bending her knees a little. I felt through her lycra leggings, the muscles in her legs and bum engage as she did so, her ass felt tight.

Sarah repeated the demonstration a few times, each time encouraging me to squeeze and feel her muscles working. As she did so, I looked at her fit body, her biceps were bulging a little and in her head down pose, her thin Yoga top had slipped down a little exposing a completely flat stomach. Her sports bra compressed her generous breasts which bulged a little from the top. As I felt up her ass with my hand my cock began to swell.

“Now you try.” Sarah instructed kneeling down on the mat.

My hand probably remained on her ass longer than it should have before I snapped out of it. I got myself back into position making an effort not to lock my knees and replicate the muscle usage I had felt on Sarah.

“Okay let’s see” Sarah said as she placed her hand on my butt and felt it firmly. Having considered the hotel pool as an alternative form of pain relief, I was wearing only a pair of arguably too short swimming shorts. So as she ran her hand down over my ass, her fingers were soon touching the bare skin of my upper legs.

She squeezed and prodded my bum, making noises of approval, before gripping my inner thigh and squeezing it too, feeling my muscles (or lack of). Her hand slid further up my leg as she assessed me. She didn’t stop at my shorts, running her hand up the open leg. I had no underwear on, so as she reached the very top of my inside leg, the back of her hand grazed my balls. I inhaled in surprise but she didn’t move her hand, she just left it there, my ball sack resting against it.

“How does that feel now?” she asked ambiguously.

“Ahh I’d say okay…” I answered, thinking there was still a chance she was talking about my back and hadn’t noticed what her hand was touching.

“Well let’s see if I can do better than that…” she replied in an overtly provocative tone.

Her hand moved off my leg but remained inside my shorts, and she cupped my scrotum, gently manipulating my testicles in her cool hand. My cock, already semi-erect, began to harden faster.

“Umm… is this a typical form of Yoga instruction?” I asked.

“No.” Sarah replied in a whisper “this is reserved for students who fuck my girlfriend.”

As she said it, she clenched her fist tighter around my nuts and pulled down on them, stretching my scrotum threateningly for a few seconds before releasing it. Next Sarah pulled my shorts down around my thighs. My hands were keeping me from face-planting so I was unable to grab my shorts in time to stop her before my still enlarging cock dangled freely in the air underneath me. Grasping my still somewhat malleable shaft in her hand and sitting cross legged at my side, she began to stroke it like she was milking a cow.

“Uhhhh….. wait!! What if someone comes in!?” I said as my legs began to shake.

I’d been holding the pose for a little while, my muscles were tiring and the feeling of Sarah tugging me off in the middle of the hotel gymnasium caused me to lose concentration. I collapsed onto my knees. My cock became completely rigid in her hand as she manipulated it. I turned to look at Sarah. Her free hand was inside her leggings which had been pulled taught in the crotch as a result of her cross legged position and I could see she was playing with herself and the back of her hand pushed against the legging fabric as she fingered her pussy. When she withdrew her hand, all her digits were glistening in the gym lights and I wondered if she had possibly been fisting herself. She raised her lubricated hand behind me and I felt it running up my perineum and between my cheeks, then I felt her finger, or possibly fingers, forcing their way into my sphincter. All the time, she encircled my throbbing boner, her hand oscillating back and forth. As her digits penetrated deeper inside my rectum I began to feel a new sensation. Sarah had started to massage me internally with the tips of a fingers and it felt like that moment at the beginning of an orgasm… but it just kept on going as she somehow stroked the base of my cock from the inside.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed “that’s sooo good!.”

Sarah smiled at me knowingly, as though she understood exactly what she was doing, with the casual air of a professional simply administering a treatment. I focussed on her well defined bone structure and unblemished face, then looked south towards her bulging breasts, protruding from her sports bra just visible above the neckline of her yoga top. She saw me looking.

“You want to see my tits don’t you?” she teased “Your wife wanted to see them last night too, when she was fingering me.”

Sarah had no way of knowing Danielle had already told me about their encounter, so the revelation, as she used my body for her amusement, perhaps did not have quite the shock factor she had hoped it would have at that moment. I was instead absorbed in an almost out of body experience of pleasure and my response was as surprising to me as perhaps it was to her.

“Yes, and I want to finger your pussy too!” I announced followed with a sigh as she tickled my prostate in just the right area.

“Let’s hope we have time!” she replied.

Sarah let go of my raging hard on but to my surprise the sensations of pleasure remained almost as intense as she forced her fingers deeper into me, gaping my asshole further. The pain was secondary to the amazing feeling that I can only liken to that moment just before you cum, but continuous. With one hand now free, she took out her phone and began to record me. At that moment I didn’t care, as long as she didn’t stop what she was doing. Then it began to happen. The sensation intensified and I felt my testes contracting up towards me, the shaft of my cock felt like it recoiled before ejecting a shot of milky fluid on to the mat underneath me. Sarah began to pump her hand in and out of my ass pressing against my prostate each time. A second spurt of cum hit the floor below me as I groaned in delight. Then a third blast, each time my cock twitching and recoiling as a larger puddle than normal formed below it. Then a fourth squirt?! I couldn’t recall this much cum ever flowing from my cock. Sarah didn’t stop though, she continued to fist my asshole, massaging my insides to elicit blast after blast of sticky white fluid. Five! six! SEVEN! I felt her hand grasping my shaft once more, tugging me off violently as she continued milking. I grunted loudly with each shot of my now fully automatic weapon. I think I reached 10 spurts before the flow eventually stopped. My cock had already started to soften even as I continued ejaculating. She strangled it tight and pulled down on it, draining it like a tube of toothpaste, before removing her fingers from my asshole. A huge puddle of my cum covered the mat.

Sarah picked up her phone again, filming the aftermath and my exhausted red face. My cock burned a little inside, like it did the time Danielle sounded it. Sarah meanwhile pulled her top and sports bra up over her head, her tits flopped out of it and jiggled pleasingly. They were quite ample for her otherwise athletic frame, and had pretty little pale pink areola and small nipples. Then she lay down, pulling off her shoes, leggings and panties so that she was entirely naked on the floor. Her confidence surprised me, but then I supposed it took a lot of confidence to let your confused best friend play with your boobs as a teenager.

“okay, your turn, show me what you’ve got” Sarah said, spreading her legs to expose her wet pussy to me.

Unlike the other girls, Sarah still had some hair down there. The majority of her lips appeared to be waxed, but an intentional area of neatly trimmed pubic hair remained over her mound leading to the top of her slit. I pulled my shorts up and moved over onto her mat, avoiding the puddle on mine. I got down between her toned and muscular thighs without delay and began to lick and kiss her inside legs, reaching up at the same time to massage her voluptuous breasts. She was the picture of perfection, the sort of figure you assume has been airbrushed in glossy magazines. There was not a hint of cellulite despite her being well into her thirties – in itself that must have made her a freak of nature. Sarah moaned in enjoyment as I teased around her pussy. Taking a hand off one of her breasts I ran it through the hair on her mons, before using my thumb and forefinger to part her labia and reveal her little clit. I could tell her vagina was more capacious than Chloe’s. So as I moved my tongue toward her clit, I brought my other hand down from her chest and inserted 3 fingers into the slick slippery hole, rhythmically thrusting them in and out as I lapped her clit with as much of the length of my tongue as I could. Her thick pubic hairs tickled my nose a little as I did this. I allowed the saliva in my mouth to flow out, down her parted lips to her opening, easing the insertion of my fingers deeper inside. Sarah was now breathing heavily.

As she lay naked on the floor, Sarah placed a hand on my head, pulling it against her vulva, and closed her thighs around it. I added my little finger to the three already stretching her pussy wide and pressed my hand inside her up to my third knuckles. My thumb now reached down onto her butt hole. She wanted to see ‘what I’d got’ so I decided to try ol’ faithful. I inserted my thumb into her sphincter as far as I could and moved my hand back and forth quickly like a machine gun. Sarah squealed with delight at the sensation as I grasped the wall between her vagina and asshole with my thumb and fingers.

“MMMM oh yeah, that feels really good” she encouraged as I kept flicking my tongue over her clit which was now quite hard “I’m getting really close, can you put your whole hand in?”

Surprised at the request but nonetheless keen to please, I withdrew my thumb from her asshole and tucked it in behind my fingers, pushing hard into her gaping pussy until my entire hand was swallowed up inside and her hole closed up around my wrist.

“Ahhhhhhhhh” Sarah called out as I stretched the inner walls of her passage with my full hand.

I began to quickly move my arm back and forth a small amount, vibrating her internally but not sufficient to pull my fist out.

“I”M CUUUUUMMMMMIIING!!” She called out in multiple protracted syllables, as a jet of fluid burst out from her and down my forearm. Her legs compressed around my head and her whole body shook violently with me trapped between her strong thighs unable to withdraw my head or hand. She rolled around on the mat, her arms flailed out as she came hard, one of them landing in the puddle of my ejaculate. She smeared it down her swollen breasts as she gripped onto them during the rolling aftershocks of her intense orgasm.

Eventually Sarah went limp and her legs dropped to the floor releasing my head. I pulled my fist out from her pussy and watched as her gaping opening slowly closed up. She lay there on the floor, completely naked for a minute or so. I looked at the time on the news ticker showing on the TV screen in the corner of the gym. It was 5:15am and I had now cheated on my wife with the 4th person in 12 hours. I was going to hell. At this point, snapping a photo of naked Sarah on the gym floor to enjoy later didn’t even register as a liberty. Sarah winked at me as I took it and picked up her own phone. Then I remembered she’d been filming me too.

“So… who were you planning to show that video to?” I asked nervously.

“Hmmm who indeed?” Sarah replied, considering the options “Fortunately for you I didn’t exchange numbers with your wife, so I guess only Chloe will get the pleasure.”

I breathed a sigh of relief momentarily then realised that outcome was not necessarily any better.

“She told you everything about us?” I asked.

“Yeah, old news, she told me about all of her previous ‘boyfriends'” Sarah replied using air quotes.

I inferred from this that Chloe had, in fact, not told Sarah ‘all about’ everything. Certainly not about her orgies with Danielle, Kara and I.

“So do you and Chloe have an… ‘open’ relationship?” I asked, adopting air quotes myself. I was curious as to why Sarah had been so blasé about allowing Danielle to finger her when Chloe had seemed unsure about how Sarah would react to her feelings for Danielle and I.

“No, but when Chloe didn’t show up at the bar I was certain she was with you. The way she talked about you… it was obvious.” Sarah replied pausing for a moment before continuing “I was jealous and I wanted revenge, so I didn’t resist when Danielle started drunk flirting.”

I had assumed Danielle has been the initiator.

“When I asked Clo’ why she ditched me, she told me what you two had done. Then I told her what I’d done.” Sarah confided before adding “To think I laughed when she basically suggested swinging with you both… doesn’t seem so crazy now!”

Before I could explore the idea further with Sarah, we heard the sound of people talking in the corridor outside. Sarah grabbed her clothes and frantically tried to assemble herself – lycra is not a material designed for getting into quickly! She finally managed to pack her volumous breasts inside her sports bra just as two men walked into the gym and headed for the weights. We walked out together silently, leaving two sticky puddles behind. We headed back to our respective rooms. My back felt much better.

When I returned to the room Danielle was still asleep on the bed. My phone buzzed a few minutes later and I opened the message.

“She’s a pretty great instructor huh? C x”

The message included an eggplant followed by a droplets emoji. Sarah had showed Chloe the video.

Chapter Three – The Anna Approach

At 6am the phone rang with our morning wake up call. I was in the shower already but it roused Danielle from her slumber. When I came out we spoke a little about the night before. Danielle, remembering most of the events and our conversation, acknowledged it was “a bit of a crazy night” – that was an understatement! I wasn’t sure whether to also tell her about my encounter in the gym that morning but I decided it was better she heard about it from me, now, rather than from Chloe or Sarah later. I downplayed it, mentioning only a handjob, hoping Danielle wouldn’t think too much of it, but I got the silent treatment for a bit. Danielle eventually explained that since I wasn’t drunk, that made it a greater transgression than what she had done with Sarah the night before. I found the logic questionable but decided to just accept the free pass on Chloe, apologised and bided my time over a frosty breakfast. A few hours later, in the departure lounge, she seemed to have let go of it and was back to her usual self.

We didn’t see Chloe or Sarah again but I messaged Chloe before breakfast. They were already waiting to board their early flight to Delhi. We had a short exchange about how much we’d both enjoyed last night then Chloe suggested she might try to talk to Sarah about her desires. I said we’d be open to hooking up again, if Sarah was into it. I was speaking for Danielle but was pretty sure she’d be okay with it!

Kara and the twins appeared about 10 minutes before our flight was called for boarding.

“How’d you sleep?” Kara greeted us.

“Yeah, fine” I replied

“Did you have a drink with Chloe and Sarah?” she asked.

“Nah” Danielle replied “just an early night.”

I guess Danielle lied to avoid getting into it in front of her nieces, but whatever the reason, I was content not to share the details with Kara.

Our flight departed on time and was fairly uneventful. I finally got to finish watching The Breakfast Club and had plenty of time to reflect on what I should do about Anna and Sophie. I decided last night had been a lapse in judgement on my part, not to be repeated. Next time I was alone with them I’d apologise and tell them it had been a mistake and it wouldn’t happen again.

Our first day in Saint Martin was filled with fun and pretty chilled group activities. We played games in the pool, sipped cocktails on the beach (mocktails for the twins) and did some snorkelling together. It was fun, I was glad to find there was nothing awkward about my interactions with Anna or Sophie, in fact if anything they were more relaxed around me, speaking to me less deferentially than their old-school education had instilled in them, instead teasing and mocking me as a friend.

It was hard to be around them in their holiday swimwear however. I imagine back in the school swimming pool they would have been required to don far more modest one piece bathing suits (no doubt in Castleton green school colours) but no such rules applied here in the midday sun. Here they bathed in significantly more revealing two pieces. Keen to show off both their newly developed assets and their individuality, each wore a different style and colour of skimpy bikini top and bottoms. What they had in common however was that they both exposed the girl’s vernal bodies to a greater extent than I had ever seen them before. The gymnastic training that both had undertaken, toned and shaped their buttocks into perfect little peaches, which were revealed almost entirely save the insubstantial covering of fabric only barely containing their cheeks. Their flat, toned stomachs both with cute little ‘innie’ navels led up to the blooming breasts which had tempted me only a day or so earlier. Sophie’s were veiled in a strapless wrap around top which pushed them together creating a little cleavage. Anna’s were covered only at the front by small triangles of fabric. Both somehow held as much, if not more allure than the night I had seen and felt them completely uncovered.

Perhaps it was the nature of the clothing that sexualised their pubescent frames all the more. I caught myself staring on a regular basis and had to remind myself to look elsewhere or resume eye contact. It seemed Anna, in particular, found ways to intentionally get herself in my eye-line. Often choosing to exit the pool at the foot of my deck chair (despite the steps being at the opposite end) or taking an opportunity to adjust her bikini just as she passed me, pulling the fabric away from her chest or butt to further expose herself momentarily. I found myself with a semi for almost the entirety of the day despite my best efforts to focus my attention elsewhere. Thankfully Kara and Danielle seemed oblivious.

At one point, as we lay on beach towels listening to the waves lapping against the shore and soaking in the sun, Anna asked me to help apply some sunscreen to her back. Fortunately Kara was also present and told Anna that I did not wish to do that and that her sister should help her. Whether Kara genuinely believed that or was protecting her naive and innocent daughter from a man whose sex drive she well understood, I do not know! But the thought of straddling Anna and rubbing lotion on her back, my boner couched between her ass cheeks, was a difficult image to put out of my mind.

The final test prior to dinner was a game of pool volley ball in which Anna and Sophie both insisted on sitting on one of our shoulders while playing. After the first round in which just the girls played, I was eventually roped in and of course Anna insisted on being on my shoulders. The next ten minutes of her strong smooth thighs gripping the side of my head (my hands holding them in place) while she surreptitiously ground against the back of my head giggling and sighing (notionally at the game) finally caused me to go into full boner, my shorts tenting under the water. I had to remain in the pool for a while after the girls vacated. Something that did not go unnoticed by Danielle as we got changed for dinner.

“That final volley ball game get you worked up?” she said, laughing.

“I just needed a little rest after all the exertion.” I lied “Not as young as I used to be.”

“Uhuh” she said unbelievingly “nothing to do with the massive boner in your trunks then”

“You could tell?” I whispered, mortified, and concerned that the walls between our three adjoining rooms were not that thick.

Danielle roared with laughter before heading to the ensuite to shower off.

“Need any help with it?” she called back suggestively.

To be fair to her, Danielle was amazingly relaxed, accepting there was little I could do to avoid being turned on by pretty teenage girls innocently bouncing around in swimwear and she was happy to help relieve me of the built up tension. So Danielle and I arrived a little late for dinner.

When we eventually turned up at our table, Kara, Anna and Sophie were already seated with drinks and appetisers and were perusing the extensive menu. Fortunately the twins were now wearing T-shirts and shorts (and bras!) which helped me to focus on the food and conversation and avoid any more embarrassing bulges. Over the course of our meal, Kara set up a WhatsApp group so that we could exchange the various photos we had taken so far and we deliberated how to spend the following day. It was decided the girls would spend the morning being pampered and I would be free to do my own thing for which I was grateful. I’m not a big fan of spa’s and massages so I was relieved to get a moment that I wouldn’t have to be “on guard” around Anna and Sophie.

It was well after 9pm when we finished our meal. Kara told Anna and Sophie that they should return to their rooms while the grown ups had a nightcap at the bar, as they wouldn’t be allowed in. Danielle, as always, was keen but I was running on fumes after my lack of sleep and was keen to get a good nights shuteye. I said I’d accompany Anna and Sophie back upstairs and Kara and Danielle could have some quality sibling bonding time. I figured it would give me an opportunity to have the chat with Anna and Sophie alone. The twins and I headed back into the lobby towards the lifts and Kara and Danielle followed the sound of the music blaring from the bar-come-nightclub. When the elevator doors pinged open I stepped inside with Anna and Sophie following me in. With the doors closed and the elevator in motion Anna was the first to speak.

“Can we do stuff again tonight?” she asked excitedly as Sophie smiled broadly.

“No I’m sorry” I started my rehearsed apology, to looks of surprise and disappointment “what we did in London was wrong, I’m your uncle and you’re both too young for that, I shouldn’t have allowed it. It’s my fault and I’m sorry that I led you astray like that.”

“But we wanted to do it!” Sophie protested

“That’s not the point Sophie. I’m the adult and should have known better. If your mum found out she would literally murder me. Sorry” I said again, holding my ground.

Anna and Sophie didn’t say anything further before the lift pinged again and the doors opened on our floor. We walked down the corridor towards our rooms. As the girls entered theirs, making one final appeal for me to come inside, we said goodnight politely, then I unlocked the door to Danielle and I’s room and entered it. Kara had booked three rooms next door to one another, hers and ours adjoined a middle room which the twins were sharing. All of them had large balconies overlooking the hotel pool and outdoor bar. I opened the sliding door of the balcony and sat down in the warm evening air, listening to the music playing in the distance. It was a ***********ion of 80’s and 90’s pop and club music which appealed to me. As I was about to retire to bed I heard a knock at the door.

Returning inside, I opened the door to the corridor and found no one there. I closed the door but then heard a second quiet knock. It was coming from the internal door to Anna and Sophie’s room. Then my phone buzzed. It was a WhatsApp notification from a number I didn’t recognise. Opening the app I read the message: “Knock knock…”. No sooner had I read the text then another message popped in. It was a photo, a selfie of Anna taken earlier in the day in her bikini, smiling at me. Her wet, sun-kissed body glistened in the bright afternoon light. I walked over to the door and paused, considering the temptation before me.

As I stood there I looked at the door knob then back at the picture on my phone for a minute. The music from the bar carried into the room through the open balcony door. Bronski Beat’s 80’s synth and drum machine heavy refrain seemed implausibly timely as I stood at the doorway considering two paths: ‘Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away’ they sang… I put my hand to the door latch, released it and slowly turned the handle, cautiously opening the door to the twin’s bedroom. I’d made my decision.

The door on the other side was already fully open. In the doorway, Anna stood before me bare footed in her night dress, or perhaps just an oversized t-shirt. The light from my room cast her shadow on the floor and illuminated the twin beds behind her sufficiently for me to see Sophie asleep on one of them. I stepped backwards allowing Anna to enter my room. She softly closed the door behind her and turned back to look at me. I swallowed as I looked at her. I could see the outline of her nipples poking through the fabric of her nightwear which draped pleasingly over her little unsupported breasts and came down to just above her knees. She smiled at me. I took several steps backwards until I was standing at the foot of the king size bed then lay down on it looking at the ceiling fan above my head. I put a thumb into each side of my waistband, and pushed my shorts and briefs down, silently exposing myself to my teenage niece once again. Anna did nothing at first, I felt my penis twitch and begin to rise towards the ceiling as I anticipated the events to come. Eventually I felt Anna take hold of my shaft tentatively, feeling it once more in her delicate, warm hand as it slowly stiffened. Then she began to stroke it just like I had showed her the previous evening.

In short order her hand gripped me tighter, with greater confidence, as she withdrew my foreskin from over my glans. With her free hand, she cupped my exposed testicles and gently moved them around her palm like marbles.

“Am I doing it right?” she asked sounding uncertain.

“Yeah, you’re doing it right” I answered, keeping my eyes shut “that’s it.”

Anna continued to jerk me off on the bed for a while. Then I became aware of her breath on my cock. I opened my eyes and looked down. She was kneeling on the bed next to me, her face at eye level with my vertical erection, and she was biting her lower lip as she stared at it in her hand.

“Do you want to taste it like Sophie did?” I asked

Anna nodded, continuing to stare at it.

“Okay” I said.

Anna leaned forward and opened her mouth to accommodate my straining ‘muscle’ and closed her soft, moist lips around it. Just like Sophie’s had, Anna’s tongue began to lick around the tip and shaft and her mouth filled with her warm saliva. I pushed my hips up off the bed slightly to slide my cock further inside her mouth.