The thoughts of making my fantasy a reality really changed when a new teacher, Amber Addison, started at school. She was young, fun, beautiful, black, and seemed to flirt with me. She told me how good I looked most days, squeezed my shoulder and arm on many occasions and even put her hand on my leg at the bar during one of the Friday night happy hours. Although nothing had happened, she had definitely triggered my curiosity. My masturbation fantasies of late had not been of my husband, or a gangbang (another secret fantasy of mine) but of Amber seducing me and making me hers.
"Oh my God, Jasmine, you have a crush on someone," Caroline accused.
"I do not," I quickly refuted, even as I felt the heat in my cheeks rising.
"Have you already eaten pussy?" Caroline asked.
Thankfully, I was saved by the waitress who brought us some stupidly expensive wine which she poured for each of us. As she leaned forward, I noticed her breasts were quite voluptuous as well, although not as big as Jill's. After she poured the wine, she also took our appetizer orders.
Once she was gone, Caroline repeated her question, although with a little less frankness. "Is this just a crush or has it already become something more?"
"I would never cheat on Howard," I answered, avoiding the question thus putting automatic admittance in the mind of Caroline.
"Oh my God, Jasmine, you are such a Leave it to Beaver woman," Caroline accused.
"Why, because I am loyal and traditional?" I asked, getting annoyed by my sister's overbearing personality.
Jill chimed in, "Leave Jasmine alone."
"I am just saying it is not cheating if you are just eating cunt or getting your cunt munched by another female," Caroline said.
"Oh I can't wait to hear this logic," I sarcastically responded, even though part of me was curious, particularly with my crush on Amber.
"I would never cheat on Cameron with another guy," Caroline began.
"How 1950's of you," I said, unable to hold back my sarcasm.
Jill giggled as she finished another glass of wine.
"On the other hand, having a little lesbian rendezvous is completely kosher," Caroline said.
"Because?" I asked.
"Because my husband doesn't have a cunt. He can't provide the lesbian experience," Caroline answered.
"So eating pussy, not cheating," I clarified. "Sucking another man's cock, is cheating."
"Exactly," Caroline nodded, as if that cleared up everything.
"Does the lesbian fucking you with a strap-on count as cheating since your husband does have a cock?" I asked, trying to poke holes in her bizarre theory.
"That is a grey area," Caroline answered. "But I can't say I haven't been on both the giving and receiving end of a nice strap-on." Finishing her wine, she looked around to see if the waitress was coming, before she answered, "Can you keep a secret?"
"Of course," Jill and I simultaneously replied. Although we were both disturbed by our sister's slutty behaviour and obnoxious personality, we did seem to live vicariously through her wild nature. Plus, judging by her tone, this was going to be a doozy of a reveal.
"Do you know what pegging is?" Caroline asked.
"No," Jill and I simultaneously answered, both of us leaning forward to hear Caroline's suddenly more discreet voice; although truth be told I did know what 'pegging' was through my writing.
"Are you ready to order?" Emma asked, making all three of us jump.
"I think we are," Caroline answered, smiling. Each of us ordered while an older gentleman brought us our appetizers.
Once we were alone again, Caroline filled each of our wine glasses and said, "A toast."
"To what?" Jill asked.
"To sisters who don't do this enough," Caroline answered.
"Agreed," I said, raising my glass.
"Fair enough," Jill agreed, raising her glass too.
We clanked our glasses, giggled like school girls and each shot half our glass of wine.
"To a crazy night," Caroline added, finishing the glass she had just poured.
Not wanting to be outdone, I finished my glass of wine as well...I was now well on my way to being drunk. "More," I requested, handing my glass to Caroline.
"Is our baby sister getting a little wild tonight?" Caroline asked.
"Maybe," I shrugged coyly.
Caroline poured herself and me another glass as Jill inquired, "So what is pegging?"
"Are you sure you are ready for this?" Caroline asked.
"You can't start a story and not finish it," I said.
"Fair enough," Caroline said. "Pegging is when the girl, wearing a strap-on, fucks a man in the...."
"Ass?" Jill asked, her eyes going big.
"Do you peg Cameron?" I asked, the thought of her big burly husband taking a strap-on in the ass both disturbing and hot.
"I told him if he wanted my ass I got his," Caroline smiled, revealing yet another naughty aspect of her life.
"You take it up the ass?" Jill asked, clearly overwhelmed by all these sexual revelations.
"Oh fuck yes; it is the ultimate act of submission. Giving in to the ultimate taboo and giving complete trust to your lover," Caroline explained. "Plus, once you get used to having a cock in the ass it really feels fucking amazing."
"I would never," Jill said.
"Never say never," Caroline smiled.
"Oh, I'm pretty confident," Jill countered.
I recalled my ex-fiancé, Mike, taking my ass and although I didn't enjoy it the first time, I soon began to crave it and would beg for Mike to fill my ass with his cum. Of course, this was not something I planned to ever share with my sisters...nor was it something a gentleman like Howard would ever think to do to his wife...unfortunately.
I tried it once years ago," Jill admitted, "but it hurt too much."
"Oh, it takes patience and lube and a lot of wine the first time," Caroline smiled.
"When was the last time you took it up the butt?" Jill asked.
"Last weekend," Caroline answered freely with no shame at all.
Jill sighed. "I haven't been laid in six months and you get it in the butt."
"Really? Six months? I would die," Caroline said, as if she were told she had six months to live.
I joked, looking at Caroline, "Does anal sex count as sex?"
"Of course, so does oral," Caroline replied.
"Well, in that case he has had sex with me, but not vice versa," Jill said.
"You give him head, but he doesn't reciprocate?" I asked.
"He will just walk over to me and shove his cock in my mouth," Jill admitted, tears starting to roll.
"Oh, honey," I said, moving to her, even as I tried to figure out how someone so strong as Jill could be used so easily.
Caroline said, "What happens once he shoots his load?"
"Caroline, enough!" I sternly said, giving Jill a big hug.
Jill, between tears, admitted, "Either he comes in my mouth or shoots his cum all over my face or tits. He loves coming on me."
"Wow," Caroline said. Even she was surprised.
"But he thinks eating pussy is gross and he doesn't really like having sex," Jill continued.
"He thinks it's okay for you to give him head and not give it back?" I asked. "What an asshole."
"That is a fucking understatement," Caroline said, before adding, "plus, eating pussy is not gross but rather a sweet, sweet delicacy."
"Oh for Christ's sake, Caroline," I said, frustrated that Caroline never knew when she went too far.
"I am just saying, it is just a pathetic excuse by a pathetic man," Caroline said.
Just then, Emma arrived with our meals. Noticing it was an awkward situation, she handed us our meals and asked, looking at the almost empty bottle of wine, "More wine?"
"For sure," I said, thinking getting Jill shit-faced was definitely in the cards.
Emma left and for a few minutes we ate and drank in silence. As I ate, I tried to figure out how Jill, the strongest of us, could be submissive to a dick like Adam. The thought of Adam walking over to her all pretentious and shoving his cock in her mouth was so shocking and yet, truth be told, the thought of Howard doing that to me was quite a turn on. Howard was a gentleman though, and never caught on to the obvious reality that I was submissive no matter how much I hinted.