Max, Carly and Hannah sat there for a couple minutes in silence, before Max started to get up and say he was going to go check on Ella.
“No,” Hannah said, rising from her chair. “Let me.”
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Hannah tapped on the bedroom door. Ella let her in and shut the door.
“I was hoping it would be you,” Ella said.
She pulled Hannah into her arms and kissed her, hugged her body tightly. She jabbed her tongue into her mouth and groped her back and rump, and burned their breasts and groins together. It was a long, deep, wet, body-bending kiss, and when they parted, both had a fire down below.
“Let’s make love,” Ella said, as she started to unbutton Hannah’s blouse.
“But, what about Max? What about Carly?”
“They’ll have to understand.”
They kissed again, their tongues re-exploring. Hannah’s top hung loose and Ella’s fingers dug into the back of her pants and held her ass.
“I’ve missed you,” Ella whispered.
“I’ve missed you too.”
“I want to make love.”
“Yes.”
Hannah’s blouse fell to the floor, and one-by-one all of their other garments followed. Naked, they fell into bed, ravenous, their pussies keen and wet and open.
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After ten minutes of small talk with his sister, although it seemed longer, Max became concerned and went to check on Ella and Hannah. The bedroom door was closed, but he put his ear up to it and could hear that there was some serious action happening on the other side. He knew the amorous emissions and vocalizations of both of them very well, and there was no mistake what was going on in there. They were having sex, and weren’t trying too hard to keep it down.
Max went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer and went back to the living room and sat down on the sofa next to his sister.
“They’re in there fucking,” he said, and swigged some beer.
“Really?” Carly said.
“Yeah, check it out. Down the hall, you’ll hear it.”
She did. She came back and plopped down on the sofa next to her brother.
“Well, this is weird,” Carly said.
“Yep,” Max said. “A first for me.”
“Pretty crazy, for sure. So you didn’t know about them?”
“No. I knew she was into the idea of it. We talked about having a threesome, and the different women we’d like to have one with. She suggested Hannah, and I agreed.”
“Max, I want you to know something. I don’t know if it matters, but I was the one who initiated everything with Ella. At the bachelorette party, we were having fun, I wanted to kiss her, so I got bold and did it. I’d wanted to get in her pants since the night you introduced us. I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.”
“It’s all right, no problem. We talked through all that, we both let it happen, we were both wrong. We don’t want anybody to be hurt or feel guilty.”
“Good.”
“Life is strange, isn’t it? Hard to believe: I eat the same pussy my wife likes to eat.”
Carly hesitated. Then said, “One of them, anyway.”
At that moment it dawned on him. Max realized that Carly was in the same position as he. Her girlfriend was in the bedroom fucking Hannah, just like his wife was. He turned to her, started to apologize.