Phil Macomb walked into his brother's office to see him staring out the large window overlooking the lake which gave the town of Lakeview its name. "You asked me to stop in," he said, announcing his presence.
"Pam saw her doctor this morning. She has Muscular Dystrophy," Sam said without preamble. "What in hell do we do now?" he asked in a voice so soft and low Phil had to strain to hear him.
"What else did he say? What kind of treatment is there? What about therapy? She can't be very far advanced; what's the prognosis?" Phil threw out the questions like an assault rifle spewing out bullets.
His brother turned around, looking like a man on the verge of death itself. "I don't know. She called a bit ago. That's all she said, then she hung up. I don't even know where she is right now. Shit; I'm not sure where I am. Where am I, Phil?" Sam looked at his fraternal twin, his eyes bloodshot; his face drawn. "What am I going to do?"
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On paper, Sam Macomb was the director of the small counseling office he and his twin brother owned. He had earned his PhD in Clinical Psychology from a prestigious Eastern school, and had decided to team with his brother, who had an MSW from the same University, to provide mental health services to the small city where they had grown up.
After receiving their degrees, they had returned home and met the (also fraternal) twin sisters, Pam and Sylvia Norman, who had recently relocated to Lakeview with their family. The four of them soon became inseparable, and, until the wedding, were the subject of a great deal of speculation about the possible combinations. As it happened, Pam and Sam became a pair, influenced, no doubt, as much by size (both were slight, and of medium height for their sexes) as by their interests and personalities, and to a large degree, default.
Phil and Syl had been immediately attracted to one another and paired off on the first date the two couples shared, letting their siblings discover their own course. The mutual embarrassment Pam and Sam shared when Phil and Syl began to exceed the usual first date limits as they made out was the beginning of their bond. Their humorous reactions to the situation when they left their siblings in the car to escape the steamy scene being played out in the back seat helped move it along.
There had been a double wedding within a year, followed, untypically, by separate honeymoons. After they all returned, the life of similarities continued. Both had sons, a week apart, withing the first two years, followed a year later by daughters, also a week apart, all of whom were at college when the news of Pam's illness was received.
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Syl Macomb walked through the rear entrance of the small coffee shop and looked around, locating her sister near the window in the front of the store, watching the traffic on the street. Making her way through the small crowd at the order station, she stopped and got her latte before joining Pam. "Hey, Sis, how you doing?" she asked with her ever present smile, sitting down across from her.
"Not bad, for an old woman; for someone my age, not so good." Pam looked at her sister, wondering for the umteenth time if her mom had had an affair when they were conceived. Pam was a feminine version of her father–slight of build, dark haired, dark grey eyes, fair complexion.
Syl, from what she knew of her grandparents, resembled no one–tall for a woman at five-ten, blonde, sapphire blue eyes, with a slightly olive tint to her skin. Both, however, were slender and relatively small busted. As a result, Pam resembled a pixie and wore her hair in a style suitable to her build. When describing Syl, most people used the term willowy, enhanced by her long flowing hair which she usually wore in a ponytail.
"Oh? What's going on? More attacks?"
"No, knock on wood. It's just me, or Sam. Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Of course! We're sisters; no secrets. Remember?"
"I know, but this is different. It's about you and Phil."
"I've told you before, if you want to know how big he is, you'll have to ask him," Syl answered with a smile.
"Syl! Not that," Pam laughed and hesitated, "but related. How often do you two have sex these days?"
"Personal, I guess. Hmm, I don't know; it kinda depends what's going on in our lives. Not daily but...thinking about the sex questionnaires we filled out in college for that Psych course, more than five, less than ten times a month, so, a couple of times a week. Why?"
"In the year since I was diagnosed, we've made love once, and I have to ask Sam for a hug or to cuddle in bed. If I start to play with his dick, he turns away, and says he's too tired. Since when is a forty-five year old office worker too tired for sex?"
"I'm sorry, Pammie. Is there anything I can do?"
"I don't know. Be honest with me, Syl–have I changed over the past year? Gotten bigger, fatter? I know I can't always move as quickly as I used to, or get into some positions as rapidly as I did, and some of them hurt more than they used to..."
"And you know this how, if you've only had sex once since...have you been..."
"Nooo! Syl! How could you think such a thing? I go for physical therapy once a week. Karen, my therapist, is, mmm, call her earthy, with a strong sense of practicality. She said as long as I have to exercise those muscle groups, then lets exercise them in ways that are useful."
"Sounds good to me. I think I'd like Karen." Syl looked at her sister while taking a sip of her drink. "Do you think Sam is having an affair?"
"No, at least I don't think so, unless he's doing his secretary at work. I pay the bills and there's nothing suspicious. I hate to ask, but could you ask Phil; see if he knows anything?"
Syl grinned. "Wow, for a second there I thought you might want to borrow him for an afternoon."
"Syl! How could you..." She saw her sister's laughing face. "Oh, you..." With an inward smile Syl couldn't see, Pam asked, "And if I did, what would you say?"
"Ordinarily, I'd ask if you had lost your marbles, but under these conditions, Pammie, I'd say let me talk to Phil and I'll get back to you. I wouldn't have a problem with it, but since they're brothers, he might."
"You...you'd really do that for me?" Pam asked, wide-eyed with disbelief.
"Of course! You're my big sister," Syl answered, reaching across the table to grip her twin sister's hand.
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Across town, in the office of Macomb Brothers Counseling Services, just as Phil knocked on his brother's door, papers from the file he carried slipped out and fell to the floor. He bent down to pick them up and opened the door, catching Sam's secretary, Addie, in the final second of standing up, straightening her skirt, and his brother, with his back to the door, obviously zipping his fly. As Addie brushed past him to leave she was wiping her mouth, causing Phil to shake his head.
"So, that's why she got such a big raise this year," he commented.
"What do you mean?" asked Sam, turning around, his shirt slightly askew at the waist.
"What secretarial duties does she do on her knees that make her want to wipe her mouth? Hmm, lets see..."
"Okay! But that's all she does; all she will do as long as I'm married to Pam. She made that clear when she learned Pam was sick." He sat down heavily in his desk chair.
"Have you called Dick Thomas yet, to talk about how you're handling Pam's illness?"
"No; I told you, I don't need to talk to anyone; I know...I understand what's going on..."
"You do? Then explain it to me, so I can understand why you, with a beautiful, sexy wife at home, prefer getting a blowjob from a secretary old enough to be your mother."
Sam glared at his brother, his jaws clenched. "Beautiful? Sexy? She's crippled for chrissakes! Don't you see that?"
"Sam, did you read any of the stuff the docs gave you? Myotonic dystrophy, especially the kind Pam has, is probably the easiest form of the disease to live with. It's not even her dominant arm. Yeah, her arm and shoulder tighten up and freeze for a few seconds sometimes when she reaches for something. So what? I don't see where it's limited her in any major way.
"Or is that she's not perfect anymore? What did you say–crippled? Is that the way you see her? Totally disabled? No longer a woman, a "patient"? That's it, isn't it?"
Sam looked down at his desk, his jaws clenched, then back to his brother. "Was there something you needed?"
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Phil and Syl sat at the dinner table, over coffee. Mentally crossing her fingers, she began, "I saw Pam today, at Riley's."
"Oh? How is she? Any more set backs?" he asked, thinking about his brother's actions.
"No. Basically, she's fine, but she asked me to ask you something. About Sam."
Phil looked at his wife. "About Sam?"
"She wanted...she wondered...is he alright at work?"
"That's not what she asked, is it?" Syl shook her head. "She's wondering if he's having an affair?" Syl raised her head and looked at Phil.
"Ohmigod! He is?" Phil saw her expression harden. "Who is the fucking slut? I'll go pound on her so hard..."
"No you won't. She's not a fucking slut at all. It's Addie. She performs oral sex, only. Sam says that's all she'll do as long as he's married to Pam."
"Addie? But she's gotta be...what? Sixty-five?" Syl shook her head. "Why her? It doesn't make sense."
"Probably availability, and she needed the money. He gave her a good raise this year.
"Personally, I think he's an idiot. He refuses to see anyone to talk about his attitude toward Pam and it's just going to kill their relationship."
"If they have one. She said they haven't had sex in nearly a year. Since they got the diagnosis."
"That fits with what he said today, or not so much said as implied. He sees her as a cripple, not a woman but a patient, someone to be taken care of, not cared for or about. Until he can see her as a sexual person again, that dry spell is only going to get drier."
"Until that happens, what does she do? Suffer in silence? With her disability, masturbation isn't very effective."
"Vibrators?"
"Better, but not much. What she really needs is a good hard cock attached to an understanding male. Someone like you." Phil cocked his head and looked at his wife.
"What are you suggesting, sweetheart? That I screw my brother's wife? That is so wrong on so many levels, it's ridiculous. Not that I haven't considered it a few times, but..."
Syl got up and went to him. "Turn around so I can sit on your lap. So, you've thought about porking my sister, have you? Did you enjoy it? Aha! You did. Were we fucking, or was it when you were flying solo? Don't tell me. Did you ever think about us in a threesome with her? Ooooh that got someone interested."
She stood up and pulled up her skirt to straddle him. "I think we should. If Sam sees her as a cripple, then we'd be doing both of them a favor, because when she gets desperate enough, she's gonna fuck the postman, and he's even older than Addie.
"But right now, we seem to have a more immediate problem facing us. Where would you like to take care of it?" she asked, reaching for his zipper.
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Mondays, Phil taught a class in human sexuality at the local community college, usually getting him to his office about ten thirty. This morning, he had surprised the class with a short exam, which they had finished well before the allotted time so he walked into the reception area a good half hour early.
Addie was not at her desk, and Sam's office door was closed. After dropping his brief case and coat in his office, he opened the door to Sam's office and walked in. Addie was bent over Sam's desk as he sawed into her asshole. Phil closed the door and leaned his back against it.
"Thought you said she'd only do oral," he observed as Sam put his hand in the middle of Addie's back to keep her bent over. Addie turned her head and looked up at him, her mouth open in surprise.
She closed her mouth and answered, "I have a dentist appointment this afternoon, and Sam said he needed relief right away,"
"Well, I hope you're charging him more for the emergency service, Addie. Pam won't let him do that to her, my wife tells me."
"Go to hell, Phil!" Sam interjected. "What are you doing here so early?"
"Students let me go early after I gave them a pop exam. Syl asked me to see if there was some way I could change your attitude toward Pam; she thinks you're neglecting her."
You could see the frustration building in Sam's face, at just about the same speed as his cock deflated. He closed his eyes and shook his head, pulling out of the older woman beneath him. He reached down and pulled up her panties. "We'll have to finish this later, Addie; maybe over lunch, if you have time."
"Certainly, Sam; whenever you say. My appointment is upstairs with Dr Abel at four-thirty, so it won't be any problem." She straightened up and gave her hips a slight wiggle, settling her skirt in place. Looking at the floor, she left the office, lifting her head only briefly to give Phil a brief smile.
Looking at his fifteen minutes younger brother, Phil shook his head. "So, you've graduated to adultery..."
Sam's head jerked up to look at his brother. "No, technically not. Sodomy isn't the same as adultery. What's it to you, anyway?"
"I'm tired of lying to my wife and yours about your activities here. Pam asked Syl to ask me if you're screwing someone here. I told her not as far as I knew. She guessed about Addie and wondered why you'd turn to someone that old. I said it was financial on her side and availability on yours.
"I still don't understand it though, Sam. You've got a beautiful wife at home, who'll do practically anything you ask, who, to quote my wife, is almost ready to screw the postman."
"Give it a rest, Phil! I've explained it all I'm going to; if you're so fucking concerned about Pam's sex life, or lack of it, you go screw her."
Phil looked at his brother, not believing what he heard. "Is that permission, Sam, or a challenge? Be careful how you answer, because I might take you up on it."
Sam glared at his twin. "I don't give a flying fuck if you do. Take her down to the town square if you want; just leave me alone about her! Now, get out; I got work to do."
Back in his office, Phil checked his calendar. As usual, Monday afternoon was clear, normally reserved for planning his next week's class. Today, he told himself, he'd be doing some field research into sex and the disabled.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Syl. When she answered, he quickly gave a precis of his conversation with Sam and told her he was going to spend the afternoon with Pam. "I'll meet you there," she informed him.
"You sure, Syl?"
"Honey, she didn't believe me when I offered to loan you to her. Why would she believe you when you tell her the man she's loved for twenty years gave his brother permission to fuck her?"
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Syl's car was in the driveway when he got to Sam's house. Pam answered the door, looking like she had been crying. "Come on in, Phil. Syl has been telling me about your conversation with Sam this afternoon... er... morning. Tell me what happened; don't leave anything out."
Phil looked at his wife, who gave him a firm nod. "I got to work early...and then he told me to get out of his office and leave him alone about his attitude toward you."
"About his attitude toward me? What do you mean?"
"Friday, I walked in on Addie giving him a blow job. When I asked him why, he referred to you as crippled, and admitted he saw you as more of a patient than a wife."
"Crippled!" Pam glared at Phil. "That's what he said? Crippled!" Phil nodded. Pam stared at the floor for a long minute. Then, "That mother fucking son of a bitch!" She raised her head to look at her brother in law and sister. "Why did you come here today, Phil?"
"My brother gave me permission to have sex with his pretty wife. I came to see if you'd be interested, before he changed his mind, especially since my wife had already given me permission to make love to her sister."
"And you, Syl; why are you here?"
"To help him convince you it's a good idea, and he doesn't fuck anyone unless I'm there to watch or participate."
Pam nodded and got up to walk to Phil and sit down in his lap. "Well, Sis, I'm not ready today to take advantage of your very kind offer. I need to question Sam, but I'm sure enough to suggest we have a husband swap this weekend. As for this afternoon, so it's not a total waste of time, Phil, do you trust me enough to trade oral favors?"
Phil looked at his wife who grinned and nodded, saying, "You don't need me around for that. I'll come over tomorrow to plan the swap dinner, Pammie. You two have fun." She gave her husband and sister a kiss and left them alone.
Phil's hand was already on its way up Pam's thigh, under her skirt, before the door closed. "Mmm. eager; I like that," she said. "Why don't we go to the bedroom and get naked, then let nature take its course. As far as I'm concerned, Phil, nothing's off limits."
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Phil checked the game hens and spit one last time before placing the four birds on the rotisserie over charcoal. He wondered how this evening was going to turn out. Monday had been a mind bending experience. When Pam said nothing was off limits, she was right.
He had gone round robin on her, starting and finishing in her mouth. Before she had sucked him off the second time, she had gone to the bathroom to get some toilet wet wipes and cleaned his cock of the residue from her butt, then deep throated him.
"There," she had said. "You've had two experiences your brother has asked for, but never received from me. Syl's a lucky woman, Phil. I know it's been a long time for me, but I've had more orgasms today than I've ever had in a single round of fucking before. I wish there was some way I could get Sam to talk to you about screwing techniques.
"You'd better get home to Syl, now. She's probably up in your bedroom with her favorite rabbitt. When you leave, I'll call and tell her what we did so she won't be mad at you. She may be pissed at me, but that's okay.
"I'm looking forward to Saturday," she said, kissing him, and grabbed her dress from the floor on her way to the shower, leaving him to find his way out.
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Sam looked at his wife, not believing she was insisting on them going to their siblings' house for dinner. "I really don't want to go, Pam. Phil and I have been involved in an on-going argument for the past week and a half. I don't think we've said a dozen words that aren't work related."
"That's not much of an argument, then. It'll do you two good to get together and clear the air. What's it about, anyway?" she asked as she raised her right arm to let her dress slide over her head. When it had settled, Sam watched as she struggled to maneuver her left arm through the sleeve.
"Huh? Oh, employee relations and, uh, job descriptions, asking employees to work outside the...uh...usual limits of their work, and uh the uh impact of that on uh family."
"Sounds serious." She turned her back to him. "Do my zipper, would you, please? This will be a good opportunity for you two to discuss it calmly over drinks. Come on, now; put on some comfortable shorts and a polo shirt. Syl said they would time the birds so we could sit down to eat about six-thirty."
"Birds?"
"Yeah. Phil got a new rotisserie unit for their kettle cooker, and he's doing game hen over charcoal, with hobo pack veggies. Syl's making Gramma's chocolate cake for dessert, and after dinner, Syl has this new game she wants to try."
t was a little before six when Pam and Sam pulled into the driveway at their siblings' house. After a cordial greeting from Syl, Pam excused herself to use the restroom. Sam shook his head and made his way to the patio where he knew his brother would be watching the game hens cook like he was their mother hen, accompanied by a large pitcher of some strong libation.
He greeted Phil and poured himself a drink. "Whoa," he coughed. "Are you sure these should be so close to the fire?"
"You getting soft in your dotage? It's a standard sour recipe, made with 151 Rum. Sort of a dark daiquiri."
"What? You got some nefarious plan to get the women drunk?"
"Sounds good. Did you mean what you said about me fucking your wife?"
"That shit again?" Sam finished his drink and poured another one, tossing it off before going on. "Yeah, fine! If you are so friggin' worried about Pam's pussy suffering from neglect, you have my everlasting permission to screw the shit out of her. Satisfied?"
"Tut tut, Sam. You should be careful where you make those kind of statements," Syl said coming up behind him. "Now Phil will feel obligated to return the gesture, but since I control my pussy, and I hear you've been dipping your dick in some strange ass, I have to insist on you using a rubber when you stick it anywhere in me. Do you have a rubber with you?"
"Huh? What did you say? A rubber? No; why...? Didn't you have your tubes tied when Pam did?"
"STDs, Sam. Addie's a nice woman, but who knows what she's had up her ass. So, I guess I get to give you a hand job again."
"Again?" Phil inquired, enjoying the look of embarrassment on his brother's face. He knew Sam and Syl had dated before the double date when he had met his wife.
"Just once, honey. It was before I met you," Syl said, batting her eyes at him.
Inside, in the bathroom, Pam had been having a debate with herself about whether or not to go commando. On the one hand, she wanted to be very ready for Phil when the time came this evening, plus she wanted to shock her husband with her daringness. On the other hand, she was already so wet, she was afraid she'd leave a trail of drips wherever she went in the house.
With a final mental, "Oh, fuck it!" she slipped the thong down her legs and stuffed it in her purse. She got to the patio just in time to hear Syl's comment about only once.
"Just once what? Did I miss something important?" she asked, reaching for a drink.
Before Sam could voice his objection, Syl answered. "Just once, I gave Sam a hand job, but it was before you two met, so it really doesn't count. More important, just as I walked out, Sam was giving Phil his permission to..."
"Syl, shut up!" ordered Sam. "Didn't you mother ever teach you to filter what you say?"
Just then Phil's timer for the birds went off. As he lifted the birds from the kettle cooker, Syl answered. "But you did, and it fits in with tonight's game."
"What game? I wasn't told about any game," commented Phil.
"That's because Pam and I made it up this week. It's a version of Simon Says combined with May I. We have a bunch of instructions written on slips of paper in baskets in the den. I'll explain over dinner. How long now, sweetie?"
"We can sit down in twenty minutes. I want to hear more about this game."
"Me, too," interjected Sam, picking up his fourth drink since he arrived.
"And you will; I promise. Better slow down a little, Sam, or it'll be just me against Pam and Phil, and that wouldn't be much fun."
"Bullshit! Blind drunk, I'm a better fuck than he is, sober as a judge."
Phil laughed. "Says who?"
"That chick from the Tri Delts—Renee Bonnyboys or what ever the fuck her name was."
"Renee Bonnebois? That skank? Shit, she was on a mission to get fucked by a hundred different guys that year. I was number ninety and she only had three more days? What number were you?!00? Ten guys in three days; you were lucky if she could even feel you in her."
"(Belch) I was (belch) number ninety-five, and she said I was the only guy that week to make her come. She hit her hundred at the frat house, and I helped her back to her dorm (belch) where she asked me to fuck her and make her come again because she wanted to remember her last fuck as a pleasant experience."
"Did you?" asked Pam, "Were you a gentleman and do as she asked?"
Sam grumbled. "No, she fell asleep before I could get undressed. Never saw her again. Heard she entered a convent and became a nun. Didn't believe it though. Probably got pregnant and dropped out of school to have her 100 kids," he giggled. "Say, brother, when the fuck do we eat, or I'm gonna pass out from hunger."
"Go sit. I just have to cut the birds in two and we can eat."
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After dinner and dessert, the two sets of twins gathered in the den, at the back of the house. There were two sofas, arranged in a V-shape, open to the fireplace. In the middle was a fair sized circular coffee table, on which there were four small baskets, one labeled for each of them.
While Phil poured them each another of the potent rum drinks, Syl began explaining the 'game'. "In each basket are instructions or activities for us to perform. Each of us will draw an activity for our spouse from their basket.
"When feasible, the activity has a time assignment. Those activities must be continued for at least that long. They can go on longer, but must be done at least as long as the activity slip says. At the end of that time, the next slip will be drawn.
"To alert you guys, since Pam and I came up with the activities, they all involve sex—foreplay, sex or afterplay. If you draw an activity seriously out of order, your spouse can ask for another choice.
"Once the activity is accepted, the performer must ask their partner 'May I?' If they refuse permission, the performer can pass, and miss their next turn, or request a new activity. In that case, they don't have to ask permission, but the activity slip goes back into the basket to be repeated when it's redrawn."
"Syl," interrupted Pam. "We made a mistake. When we wrote down the activities in their logical order, do you remember what we put first?"
"Strip your partner," she answered, a puzzled look on her face.
"There's no way to guarantee that will be the first activity we each draw. I think we should all start out naked." Pam was grinning as she offered her advice. Syl's face was expressionless for a moment, and then it morphed into the light-bulb expression. She grinned and nodded, then pulled her sun dress off over her head, revealing she wore nothing else.
Pam backed up to Phil, who helped her remove her dress while they watched Sam's face as he ogled his sister-in-law admiring her dark half-dollar sized areolas and untrimmed thatch. "Wh...wha kinda game we play'n'?" he slurred. Syl unbuttoned his collar button and pulled his polo shirt over his head, then reached for his waist band button.
"Don't get any drunker, Sammie, and I guarantee you'll enjoy it. Now, lift your ass so I can take off your shorts."
"You really gonna gi' me a han' job tonight, Syllie," he slurred with a finishing giggle. "Are you silly, Syllie?" he laughed.
"I am, if you're awake, Sammie, but you gotta stay with us, and play the game."
"Okay, Syl...lie," he chortled. "I'll play your Syllie game," he said, laughing under his breath.
Syl looked at her husband and sister, standing by the other couch, naked. "Is this going to do any good with him like this?"
"I think so," Pam answered. "I think once he tunes into what's going on, he'll sober up quick enough, at least enough to understand."
"Okay, if you say so. Alphabetically, you're first. I'll draw and have Sam read it." She reached into one of the baskets and pulled out a slip of paper and gave it to her brother-in-law to read.
After taking a few seconds to focus on the paper, he slurred, "Pammie, your activity is to...suck Phil's cock?" The last part of the instruction was pronounced with hardly any trace of alcohol effects. He glanced across the table and saw his wife on her knees in front of his brother, her head bobbing like a chicken eating in a barnyard. "For a minute," he added, his voice sober. "I didn't hear her ask May I."
Pam pulled her lips from Phil's dick. "Oops. May I?" Phil laughed and pulled her face into his groin and reached down over her head to draw a slip from Syl's basket.
"Syl, french kiss Sam for two minutes, hands behind your backs." Syl looked at him, grinning, and shook her head. The hands restriction was Phil's ad lib. She and Pam hadn't put in any such limitations.
"May I?" she asked, moving into Sam's line of sight, as he watched his wife eat his brother's cock. When he nodded, she pulled him to face her on the couch. "Hands behind your back, Sam," she reminded him as her lips closed on his. Just before she put her hands behind her, she reached into Phil's basket and pulled out a slip, which she handed to him across the table.
"Phil," he read aloud, "sixty-nine with Pam, until she comes. Pam on top."
He felt Pam's mouth pop off his cock and looked down to see her face alight with anticipation. He reached down and helped her to her feet. "May I?" he intoned, and laughed as he lay down.
As he helped Pam into position, he checked his watch and saw the two minute time for the other team's kiss was up. Calling time, he looked across the table and chuckled. "Time, you two. Enjoyed that, huh, Sam?"
Pam glanced at her husband and noted his cock sticking up between his thighs. With a laugh she reached into his basket. Without looking at it, she handed it to Sam and attended to her task, feeling Phil begin to lick her bare pussy. Sam's dick gave a small lurch as he read the activity slip aloud, "Kiss each of Syl's nipples at least twice for thirty seconds at a time." He looked at her, asking her permission.
She nodded. "Keep going until they can stop."
"Until they can stop? Wh..."
"They have to keep it up until she comes. From what I remember of her, Phil's gonna be busy for ten or fifteen minutes. Unless she's changed from when we were in college?"
Sam shook his head. "Yeah, about that long. That was one of our problems. My tongue wouldn't last that long."
"Next time, use your finger in her vagina for a minute or so, then shove that finger in her butt. She'll come right away, or she did when we were younger."
Phil heard, and used, his wife's advice, and was rewarded with a loud squeal around his dick and the lovely feel of a mouth sliding down to the base of his cock and a nose pressed firmly against his asshole while Pam's body flopped around on top of him like a fresh fish on the river bank.
He turned and sat up on the sofa, Pam on his lap. Across the table, Sam was sitting with his arm around Syl, his hand cupping her breast. As Phil watched, she reached up and removed the hand, pointing out they hadn't been given that instruction yet, and went on, "Time for you to draw again for Pammie, Sam."
He bent forward and extracted a slip. His face went pale as he read it. "Fuck Phil cowgirl style, until you both come."
Pam looked at him. "You okay with that, Sammie? I know you told Phil you didn't care, but..."
"No, no! Go ahead; it's fine. It's just a game. It's not like you're going to run off with him." He looked around. "Who's next?"
Phil reached into Syl's basket. They had planned this activity to coincide with his screwing Pam. "Syl, give Sam a hand job from behind while he sits between your legs. Alternate hands every three or four minutes, for fifteen minutes or until he comes, whichever is longer."
While Pam mounted Phil, Syl sat back on the couch with her legs as open as she could manage, and patted the couch between them. Sam sat there and leaned back, feeling her breasts against his back, so she could reach around him and reach his currently flaccid member.
On the couch opposite them, Pam was lowering herself to envelop his brother's (somewhat larger, he realized) cock in her pussy. Her look of rapture told them the moans she was emitting were from pleasure, not pain.
Syl leaned down to whisper in Sam's ear, "Look at her, Sam. Isn't she beautiful? See how her little boobies bounce when she moves on Phil. It's a wonder she can take all of him, with her tiny pussy. I bet she feels so full.
"Look how happy she looks. Aren't you glad to see her so happy? I remember when you were first married; she had that look of rapture on her face all the time. Even a few years ago, when Sally and George went to college, she always looked like she had just been fucked–glowing like she had a candle behind her eyes. I haven't seen her look like that in a while. Don't you want her to look that way again?"
Sam nodded and started to get up. Syl tightened her hold on his prick and grabbed his balls with her other hand. "Not yet, Sam; let her climax first."
He nodded and leaned back, watching his wife bouncing on his brother's cock, as his sister-in-law jacked him off.
It was a story-book climax. Phil's explosion of man-seed into his sister-in-law's cunt triggered her climax. Her scream of joy and the vision of her ecstacy put Sam over the edge, blowing his cum across the table. He lay back against Syl, breathing deeply, recovering from his ejaculation.
Panting, Pam leaned down to support herself on her hands with Phil's cock still buried deep in her vagina. He reached up and pulled her down to lie on his chest. On her way down, she leaned forward to kiss him, whispering a soft thank you just before their lips met. They lay there for a minute or so and she felt his soft member slip from her opening.
Oblivious of Sam watching her, Pam moved her legs inside of Phil's and pushed herself up on her knees. With a kiss and a smile to Phil, she bent down and slurped his cock into her mouth and cleaned it of their combined juices.
With a loud moan, Sam came again. Before he was done, Syl was whispering in his ear, "The guest room is ready for you."
He pushed himself to his feet and circled the table to his wife. Cradling her in his arms, he said, "Come on, Pam," and carried her to the guest room.
Phil sat up and looked at his wife, who definitely did not look satisfied. "I hope she left you with some life in your joystick. I'm the only one who hasn't come yet, and I'm the one who thought up the game."
"Come here, love," her husband laughed, "and I'll take care of all your needs. Do you think your little scheme worked?" She stood up and shrugged.
Walking around the table, she pushed Phil back down on his back and straddled his hips. As she sank down on his newly erect shaft, she said, "We'll know soon enough."
At that moment, they heard a joyful laugh from the bedroom wing. They looked at each other and, grinning, nodded.
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The next morning, as Phil and Syl sat at the kitchen table reading the Sunday paper and having coffee, Pam and Sam, both still nude, came into the kitchen. "I want to say thank you," Sam said. "I've been an idiot for the past year, and it took last night to make me see that.
"Phil, you can forget whatever permission I gave you regarding sex and Pam, and Syl, I figure you owe me one."
Syl looked at Phil and raised her eyebrow. He shrugged. "Okay, Sam, as soon as Phil ignores me and my sexual needs for a year, I'll call you."