Three Can Keep a Secret if Two are…Angry

I heard the garage door closing as Tasha and I made our way down the stairs. We got there about the same time the entry door to the garage opened and I saw Kim walk through the door. Her face burst into an expression of joy filled surprise. Kim dropped the bags she was carrying and ran towards me.

“Ron! You’re up! I was so worried! Rachel and I fought the whole way back!”

She leapt into my arms and began to kiss me with machine gun rapidity, wanting to convey happiness through quantity instead of quality. Her embrace around my neck was tight and reassuring. It felt very up lifting to have her wrapped around me and happy for my recovery.

Then a brown-haired woman with sunglass spoke in a voice that has annoyed me for most of a decade.

“It’s about time you rejoined the living. We were going to put you down.” Said my ex-wife.

I looked past Kim, whose amorous attention was blocking my view and I got a good look at Rachel. She was dressing in one of my old sweatshirts that professed my love of the Denver Broncos. Completing her ensemble were a pair of baggy jeans, that hung on her like a gunny sack, sunglasses that looked like they came out of dad’s high school year book, new sneakers, and the ugliest brown wig I have ever scene. I could not have picked Rachel out of a police line up.

“You look like a bag-lady.” I said “Where did you get that wig?”

“It was Mom’s” Kim chimed in cheerfully. “Weren’t we really careful?” she asked trying to both head off and get the subject of Rachel going out in public over with.

“Yeah, careful. But, it is still dumb” I said

“If anyone recognizes Rachel, We are fucked. We all end up in jail.”

“I know Ron, but Rachel was going crazy. It’s one thing to spend days in a house, knowing you can leave at anytime. It’s something else; when you know you can’t leave.”

“Besides” Kim continued “I got something for you.”

With that she released my neck and climbed down. As she moved to retrieve her discarded bags, my eyes dialed in and took in her hourglass figure, and the tight jeans that accentuated her well formed ass. My antenna was starting to get a faint signal.

Kim scooped up the bags, put them on the counter by the stove, and began to rummage. In just a couple of seconds she was wiggling a small beige and green box, that said “Astroglide” up one side. The signal was getting a little stronger. The thought of seeing Kim’s heart shaped ass offered up to me to use as I pleased, wiped my mind clear of every other thought.

“For later!” Kim said enthusiastically.

“Just so I’m not invited to your party” said Rachel as she was shaking out her now unfettered hair.

I don’t know what it is about Rachel. She can never just shut up and let well enough alone. If she had said nothing, and factoring in how she was dressed, my fantasies of spreading Kim’s tight little ass cheeks apart and slowly violating her tight little ass, would have had me dismiss their little escapade. Now, the thought of having sex my unwilling ex-wife crept into my mind. I took a couple of steps to Rachel and stopped just short of her ‘space’. In an overly sweet and sarcastic voice I said.

“Why do you have to be so mean, Rachel? Are you saying that you don’t like me anymore? After all I’ve done for you?”

Rachel said nothing, but deep anxiety jumped onto her face. I’m not exactly sure why. I wasn’t threatening her, much. She knew I would never haul off and hit her. It seemed like more concern than the situation called for. She looked at her sister for help.

“Ronnie, I want you all to myself” Kim said as she strolled over to me.

Kim had been very generous over the past week; ‘sharing’ me often with her sister.

“But, Kim, Rachel really likes it when I fuck her up the ass.” I said in the same voice. “Don’t you, Rachel?”

Rachel was a bitch, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew I was baiting her, getting her to say something contrary. Then I would be motivated to punish her body. I had been doing that a lot over the last week. All of that pent up sexual aggression left over from our marriage kept looking for ways to leak out.

Rachel and I had been married for five years. We finally split up last year. It was not pretty. She was a bitch when I married her. A drop dead, Hollywood starlet, bitch. A sex hating bitch. But when her Russian mob connected boyfriend absconded with a satchel full of mob money, and left Rachel to take the blame, I had to help her; bitch or not. The sisters, the youngest of which I just started dating, have been fucking me senseless for the last 10 days. Rachel still doesn’t like sex, but she hasn’t said “No’ to anything. That is a far cry from when foreplay meant a half an hour of begging.

But, like I said Rachel isn’t stupid. She was loathe to provide, yet another reason, for me the fuck her in the manner I dreamed about, so she didn’t say a word.

“Why don’t you let Rachel get out of those clothes, get a shower, and then she will be in a better mood? Right, Rach?” cooed Kim as she wrapped her arms around me and crushed her C-cups against my chest.

Rachel gave her sister a scowl, sighed, and the spoke.

“Yes, I’m sure a shower will do wonders for me.” Rachel said and quickly left the room.

“I really do want you all to myself, tonight. I’ve been so worried.” Kim said somehow getting both relief and lust into her voice.

“Boooooo!” came a voice from behind me that startled me for the second time in an hour.

“Hi, Tasha!” said Kim pushing back from me and looking at Tasha” What do you mean, “boo”?

“Well, um, that just sort of came out. I didn’t mean anything” Tasha answered

Kim got a knowing look in her eye.

“Didn’t you already get to have my boyfriend, once?” Kim said a bit amused. I wasn’t sure where she was going with this

“Uh, well, didn’t you sorta say we could?” said Tasha very nervously.

“Yes, Tasha.” Kim said in self satisfied, confident voice. “Ronnie has taken so many risks for Rachel and me; I just can’t deny him anything he wants”

Tasha didn’t say anything, but Kim wasn’t waiting for Tasha’s answer. Kim looked back at me.

“Do you want Tasha?’ she asked neutrally.

‘Oh, Fuck.’ I thought. ‘How do I answer this one?’

Visions of Tasha’s large, firm breast appeared in my head. The sight, not ten minutes old, of Tasha’s aroused tight, cherry nipples, on her creamy white globes woke Bruno up completely. The thought of hearing Tasha screaming in orgasm as I sucked her tits, while having my cock buried to the hilt in Kim’s ass popped into my mind.

“It’s OK, if you do?’ Kim said softly and she tip toed up to kiss me. Her kiss was soft, and then wet, and then hungry.

She kissed me hard and I returned her passion in kind. My hand drifted down to her jean covered bottom and I squeezed both ass cheeks. Kim giggled.

“I know what you want, lover. But, Tasha has been a very bad girl”

That statement seemed odd, so I turned to look at Tasha. She was blushing; a very uncommon sight. Then she spoke.

“Are you sure, about this, Kim? I don’t want things to get weird between us.” Tasha said anxiously.

“I’m sure.” said Kim.

She sounded sure, but I didn’t know that the hell was going on. Before I could ask, Kim pulled me in close, and began in a hushed voice.

“Tasha and I have talked a bit while you were out. She told me everything the two of you had done.”

I started to apologize.

“Shhhhhhh. I gave you permission, remember? Anyway, You know Tasha. She is pretty strong-willed; normally. But, it turns out that when you get her into bed she’s pure masochist. She likes the pain. Who knew? I’m her best friend, and I had no idea until the night before we crashed the car. You remember when Tasha made Rachel eat her out?”

I nodded, not wanting to interrupt this speech. But my mind also wandered back to when I had fucked Tasha. She did like it rough with her tits and she had no problem when I took her ass cherry. I was as gentle as I could be, but I was so horny I knew that it had to hurt.

“She begged me to be rough with her boobs. I bit them, slapped them, and squeezed the hell out of them. It only drove her to beg for more, remember?”

I was busy pounding Rachel at the time, so I missed a lot of what Kim was telling me, but I do remember lots of noises coming from their part of the room.

“So, I asked Tasha if she wanted you to get rough with her. She said she had dreamed about it for years. She also blushed like she is now.”

Kim giggled as I turned to look at Tasha.

If anything she was redder than ever. My hands were still busy holding Kim’s butt, and I liked the feel. So I gave one ’Come Here’ flick of my head towards Tasha.

Tasha took an uneasy step forward. It was followed by a more confident second, then a normal third. She was within my grasp in another step. My cock was harder than Chinese Scrabble. Bruno ordered me to grab Tasha by the hair and pull her in for a deep kiss. I did, which earned me the sight of seeing Tasha’s eyes go wide in shock and then having her melt into my mouth as I kissed her.

I still had my remaining hand on Kim’s sweet ass, and I squeezed it like a nerfball, pulling her in tightly. As I continued to kiss Tasha, my hand moved up to check Kim for a bra. It was there of course. Kim did not go out in public without one. I completely released both women, and stepped behind Tasha so I faced Kim.

“Kim, could I see those nice tits of yours?” I asked in a strong voice.

She was happy to comply. Kim took two steps back to give her audience a nice show. As she did, my hand went up and underneath Tasha’s loose blouse. Tasha had taken her bra off for me while we were upstairs. Now my hands touched the warm flesh of her stomach, I wondered if I she had put it back on. I was pleased when I encountered the bare flesh of her firm globes.

Both of my hands engulfed Tasha’s D-cup breasts and I squeezed them in the manner in which she hoped; hard. I could picture her creamy flesh trying to come out between my fingers as they dug channels into her tits.

“Ohhhhhhhhh” Tasha moaned out, as she got weak in the legs and dropped an inch or so.

I was okay with that as I ground my still shrouded cock in between her ass cheeks and pulled her in tight.

I had my eyes fixed on Kim, who pulled her shirt out of the waistband of her jeans and then pulled it over her head in a clumsy motion, which was not in the spirit of this striptease.

I chuckled as I kneaded Tasha’s breasts and continued to massage my erection in the crevice of her jean clad ass. I released one breast to play with one of Tasha’s nipples. It was already a rubbery knot, so I flicked it with the edge of my thumb.

“More, Ron” Tasha breathed out.

“You need less clothes” I stated

Tasha squirmed forward breaking my grasp and began to take her blouse off.

Kim had already released her bra and I watched as she let it fall to floor like a stripper from Shotgun Willie’s. She followed it with her eyes and looked up at me as it hit the ground. She gave her shoulders a little shake causing her firm, pouty breasts to shake, and my cock to beg to come out.

“Keep going, Gypsy Rose. Show me what you got.” I called out.

Tasha’s blouse was off and she pushed back in to me, hoping I would pick up where I left off. I grabbed her left nipple with my right hand and pulled her around to face me.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh” she said beginning in pain and ending it in a moan of pleasure.
I kissed her deeply for just a second as I twisted the nipple in my hand.

“Ummmmmmmm” Tasha moaned into my mouth. I pulled away.

“Pants off” I commanded

Kim was hip shrugging out of her own jeans, her flats already discarded. Kim, unlike her sister, keeps herself tanned. The brown skin made the shape of her legs even more erotic as her lower limbs made a complete appearance. She stepped out of her jeans, kicked them well off to the side of the room and looked at me grinning.

Tasha was moving as fast as she could, but she was having to fight her tennis shoes. She didn’t want to waste the time to untie them, but they were not loose enough to just slip off like Kim’s had been.

As Tasha was hopping around, almost free of her pants, I reached in with both hands, pinched Tasha’s nipples and gave them a slow quarter twist. Her eyes went wide in pain.

“Hurry, Tasha, hurry!’ I said amused.

I released one areola, so I could motion Kim to turn around. Her little ass was much more fun to look at as it was being revealed than her pubic mound. She grimed impishly and turned.

Kim was wearing a pair of black thong panties. That thought stirred a memory, but I quickly dismissed it, as she began a slow and exaggerated strip of her final garment. Each inch of travel of her panties was accompanied by a shift from one hip to the other. Kim bent forward at the waist, pooching her ass out at me. She might have been going for humor, but the lack of speed and the question of if her cunt would be visible in this position was making me crazy.

I felt Tasha bend as she won the battle with her jeans. I released her boob, so she could finish disrobing. Now Tasha was pure haste, pure lust, fueled by adrenaline. She wanted relief and so did I.

She came back up, expecting, hoping for a deep kiss and more harassment of her breasts. So she was surprised when I, facing her, whipped my left hand over her head, pulled her across my body and let her have three fast, sharp slaps on her bare ass.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Owwwww!” she yelled more surprised, than hurt.

“Have you been a bad girl?” I taunted as I delivered three more blows

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Yes!” she said excitedly “I’ve been very bad!”

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Ow! That hurts!” Tasha called out, and struggled to free herself.

Her tugs and struggles were not enthusiastic. I had a nice few of her white bottom. The red hand prints on it stood out and seemed to beg to be evened out. I delivered my next blows more forcefully.

Slap!! Slap!! Slap!!

“Ronnnn! Ow! That hurts!”

“This is what bad girls get!” I said as I added more color to her bottom

Slap! Slap!

“I’ll be a good girl!” she yelled

Slap!

“OW!”

“How are you going to be a good girl!”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“OWWWW! Anything! I’m your little slave girl!’

Slap! Rang out my best effort of the afternoon

“OWWWWW! Ron! Please!”

“Give me a blow job and make it good or I’m finding a spatula!”

I let her go, grabbed a fistful of her red mane and pulled her into another deep kiss. Tasha again melted into me as my free hand sought out her pussy. I wanted to see if she was really aroused by all of this.