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Letters to my sister 5 - 28 September 2013

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Another letter to my sister about my first foursome.

My darling sister,

 

I need to tell you about what happened this summer when we were back in the country for our holiday. I told you the story when John and I were visiting you for dinner and drinks two weeks ago, but that was not the whole story. I couldn't have your husband know the ugly truth.

Of course, you remember Catrin who came with us to spend her holiday for two weeks. The petite forty-year-old that looks like a little girl, with her baby blue eyes and her curly blond hair. Of course, it was a challenge to make the sleeping arrangements because our small studio apartment - bedroom, living and kitchen all in one room of 35 square meters - doesn't offer any privacy. John had to sleep with some clothes on, which he hates. But I also know that he was well compensated by looking at Catrin when she prepared to go to bed, dressed only in tight t-shirt and panties. She wa s sleeping on an airbed that we put in the middle of the room. One morning I woke up and saw John looking at her while she was asleep. She was on the airbed, covered by the blanket, and her tiny little body barely made a bulge in the blanket. I know John wanted to jump her there and then and frankly, I couldn't blame him. But that was not how our friendship with Catrin was. Besides some innocent flirting between John and her and that one intimate kiss (yes, with a lot of tongue that she gave me when we were both drunk at a party in the city center), nothing ever happened between the three of us. Until that very evening.

 

We were out in the city, where there was a concert in the central square from that new Moldavian band, you know, the one where they all wear masks. It was a beautiful summer evening and the crowd, young and old, were enjoying the beat of the modern new band. We met up with some acquaintances and suddenly Catrin said, "Look, those guys. I am almost sure they are Belgian!"

 

Four attractive men in their late twenties were passing by. With their casual hairstyles and small beards, they were exactly Catrin's type. "Let's go and ask them," I said.

"I couldn't, really."

I told her not to be shy, took her arm and started following the four, leaving John with our friends. I felt sorry for him because he's still struggling with our language. He would have a hard time keeping the conversation going, but Catrin needed some support. We caught up with the four guys just next to the stage, but Catrin didn't make a move. Strange, she never seemed to be a shy type. I needed to resort to some more drastic measures.

I went over to them, tapped one on the shoulder, and said, "My friend here thinks you four are from Belgium. I made a bet with her that you're not. Is she correct?"

"No, actually were French." He had short black hair, a four-day growth on his chin and wonderful green eyes. "So what did you win?" I just smiled mysteriously, but after that, the conversation got going and we were having a lot of fun. Catrin was talking animatedly with the one who had long dark-blond hair with Rasta braids, and a sexy little beard. I could almost hear the butterflies doing backflips in her stomach.

 

"He looks like Jesus!" she said excitedly. In the meantime "green eyes", whose name turned out to be Jean, was flirting shamelessly with me. He was convinced he'd made a catch until ten minutes later when the band finished their last song and the crowd started dispersing. I saw John coming towards us and I introduced him to the four guys as my husband.

 

Jean took it like a man. I saw the disappointment in his eyes, but then he and John were talking like old friends. We all decided to go to a club in the same square. There were drinks, an elevated dance floor and a terrace in the courtyard where people had to go for a smoke. John and I were standing at a high table enjoying our beers. Three of our fabulous four were out having a cigarette, but "Jesus" was on the dance floor with Catrin. Sis, you won't believe how she can move. Even with her plain jeans and wide shirt, she radiated sex. She was seducing him with her moves and it was working. John looked at me and we were thinking the same thing: how to make sleeping arrangements for the night?

 

Catrin came to our table, drank half of my beer in one big gulp and asked, "Can I bring him?" Of course, we couldn't say no. She was falling for this guy heavily.

 

We took a taxi to our studio. John was in the front next to the driver. On the back seat, Catrin was in the middle between me and Jesus and they started kissing. It was a turn-on. I couldn't help myself and I started to touch her back. She came up for air, looked at me and smiled. Then she got back to exploring Jesus' mouth.

 

We arrived after a short drive. John opened the door, let us all in and then poured everyone a glass of beer. Jesus went to the bathroom and Catrin and I sat down on the bed. "Let's give them a show," she whispered. And we started kissing and touching. I felt myself becoming hornier every second. When John and Jesus just took a couple of chairs and sat down to watch our performance, the butterflies in Catrin's stomach settled down and gave room to thrills of pure lust. I pulled her shirt over her head. Her braless breasts were breathtaking. Firm round b-cups that made her look even more like a teenager. She was gorgeous.

 

She pulled my dress over my head, leaving me in my panties, high heels and my bra, which she immediately unclasped and threw away. After caressing each other's boobs for a while, she stood up and took off her jeans with her panties. Then she took off my shoes, made me stand and pulled my panties down. There we stood, naked and horny, fingering each other's pussies and making out. Our juices were running down our thighs.

 

John obviously couldn't stand it anymore and took his clothes off before standing next to us, first kissing me and then Catrin. She had other plans, however. She pushed him down on the bed and immediately took his cock in her mouth. Of course, I couldn't let that happen, so I joined her in the cock-sucking activities. We were both alternating between kissing each other and sucking John's cock. We had lost all shyness and sense of decency by now. From the corner of my eye, I saw that also Jesus had taken off his clothes. He was lean, had a nice six-pack and a very decent dick, which he was soon rubbing between Catrin's ass cheeks.

"He's going to fuck her," I thought, and decided I wanted to see it from up close. I left John's cock in Catrin's care and moved to her ass, where I grabbed Jesus' dick and sucked it for a while until I guided it into her wet pussy. I looked in fascination how she was spit-roasted between my man and this horny youth. Not a surprise that she came within minutes, and she came hard. Her body was spasming all over, but she managed to keep both cocks in her holes.

 

When she came down from her high, she moved me around in such a way that we were both on our sides on the bed in a 69 position. Our legs were spread wide so our tongues could reach our pussies. Our guys didn't hesitate for a second and they both spooned us. In that position the four of us were licking pussy, sucking cock and fucking. Juices were flowing everywhere.

 

I came first, loudly, as I always do. Jesus was next. Just before he came, he pulled out of Catrin and sprayed his cum in my face. Catrin and John followed immediately. I felt Catrin spasming in my arms and John's cum filling my cunt.

 

After we cleaned up and had another beer, Jesus and Catrin took to the airbed and we fell asleep in our own. When I woke up in the morning Jesus had already left. She never saw him again.

 

Well, sis, that's the whole story. I can imagine it turned you on and I think of you in your bed, next to your sleeping husband while you are rubbing your clit. Or maybe not. But surely, writing this has got me going again and it's time for some me time with my vibrator.

 

Love you, Sis,

 

 

Feliz

 

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