My youngest daughter is almost thirty-eight; she has two really good friends who just happen to be sisters—not only sisters but twins.
Tracey and Donna are the same age as my daughter; they all work together, and in their spare time, they play together and party hard.
It was mid-summer, and my daughter, whom I will refer to as Kay, called me. I had just jumped into my hot tub. Having been to the gym and showered, I now needed to relax my aching muscles.
Kay asked if her besties, as she calls them, could pop around and use my hot tub, as theirs had a puncture. She was unable to join us as she had gone on a family outing to London.
I told her I would leave the side gate open and some fluffy robes on the bed in the spare room for them to use, and that I was also using the hot tub at that time.
She cut off the call and then called me back minutes later. She said her besties were fine with that and looked forward to joining me as long as I had wine or prosecco.
I had seen lots of her friends, but never in costumes or bikinis, so I was quite excited at the prospect.
The twins are quite tiny, standing at five feet three, with cracking figures and pretty faces. Both are very athletic and regularly compete in marathons and iron women's competitions.
They are not identical, although they are very alike, apart from Donna being blonde and Tracey being brunette.
I had been relaxing in the tub for about thirty minutes when I heard voices and the sound of the rusty hinges on the gate being opened and then closed.
Ten minutes of anticipation passed wondering what my guests would be wearing, and then they both appeared wearing the robes I had left out for them.
We exchanged hellos, and they thanked me for allowing them to join me, then removed their robes.
My eyes were out on stalks at the sight of the twins wearing what could only be described as the tiniest bikinis I had ever seen.
The bra covered their nipples, and the bottoms just covered the pubic hair area, with the back being just a single string that was buried between arse cheeks.
They jumped in and took up a seat each. I offered them drinks, and they accepted a large glass of Prosecco.
Donna increased the intensity of the bubbles, and we all just relaxed, finding it difficult to chat over the noise of the bubbling water.
I was so relaxed and partly dozing in the heat of the sun and the water that I had failed to notice the twins had discarded their bikinis and were now naked. This only became apparent when I climbed out to fetch more drinks, and when refilling their glasses, I could see their naked bodies when I looked down into the tub.
I let out a little gasp, Tracey realised I had spotted that they were naked and said, “We can get dressed if you are uncomfortable. Or you can join us.”
I smiled at the idea of being naked with the sexy twins, slipped off my shorts, and jumped back in.
My cock was already semi-erect, and it would not be long before he became fully upright at the sight of two pairs of nice, big, firm breasts bobbling about on the waterline.
I returned to my seat and found that the twins were slowly moving closer to my position, with one of them on either side of me.
At the same time my phone rang, it was my daughter checking that the twins had turned up and were behaving.
I confirmed they were with me and having a nice relaxing afternoon. Kay said, “Be careful, Dad; they will try and get you naked if you are not careful.”
I said, “Thanks for warning me.” I did not tell her it was too late and that one of them had my cock in her hand, which one I was not sure.
I just laid back, and they moved up close and were cuddling me on either side. I had my arms on the tub wall behind each one of them as I realised that they both had a hand on my erection.
They giggled and rubbed me, so I moved my hands and cupped a nice, full breast in each hand. Neither twin put up any resistance but moved in closer.
I now realise the twins had different breasts; one had dark nipples, and the other had pink nipples, but they were very similar in size, probably a D-cup or perhaps bigger. Neither had children, so their breasts remained very firm with little sag.
I loved the attention. I can normally last forever when getting a hand job, but this was different. I could feel I was getting close and didn't want to shoot my load in the water, as this would mean draining the tub and refilling it, and of course, my wife Tracey would want to know why.