Six months had slipped by, and life felt deliciously ordinary. Claire, my wife Lana’s seductive sister, was a frequent visitor, drawn to our sprawling pool just off the patio. The water gleamed like liquid crystal under the summer sun, and Lana and Claire would lounge in it, their laughter mingling with the clink of wine glasses. I’d be out mowing the lawn, sweat slicking down my torso, the scent of fresh-cut grass heavy in the humid air.

One scorching afternoon, as I killed the lawnmower’s roar, Lana’s playful giggle floated over. “More wine, pretty please!” Claire purred, her voice a teasing caress. “Come join us, babe. The water’s warm and inviting,” Lana added, her grin wicked.

I chuckled, peeling off my shirt, the fabric clinging to my damp skin. “Careful, Claire might not handle the view,” I teased, tossing it aside. Lana rolled her eyes, laughing. “Whatever, stud—bring it on!” she called, her tone dripping with mischief.

The sight of them in the pool, bikinis hugging every curve, set my pulse racing. Claire’s sun-kissed skin and the memory of a fleeting, electric moment with her haunted me. I stood at the pool’s edge, sweat beading on my chest, subtly flexing to show off. My arousal stirred, impossible to ignore. Before they could notice, I dove in—only to realize too late I hadn’t tied my swim trunks. They slid down my legs, leaving me bare as I broke the surface.

Their laughter erupted, sharp and delighted. Lana tossed my trunks out, leaving me exposed, the sun’s reflection on the water my only shield. My body betrayed me, hard and unyielding, and Claire’s gaze locked onto mine—hungry, her lips parting as she slowly licked them. The air sizzled with unspoken desire.

I sank onto the pool steps, water lapping at my hips, barely concealing my throbbing need. My mind spun, picturing Claire straddling me, her wet skin pressed against mine. “Babe, another bottle of wine?” Lana’s voice snapped me back, her tone teasing but oblivious to my torment.

“Seriously?” I groaned, knowing what getting out would reveal. “You’re gonna get an eyeful.”

Claire’s smirk was pure sin. “Show me what you’ve got, big boy.”

I stepped out, water cascading off me, my erection stark and undeniable.

“Babe, put that away!” Lana laughed, half-scolding.

Claire’s eyes widened, her breath catching. “Well, damn… that’s impressive,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry.

Lana shot me a look, shaking her head. “Don’t even think about it, mister.”

But Claire’s giggle was a spark to dry tinder, and I grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist before fetching their wine. I popped the cork with a grin. “That’s my thrill for the day,” I said, leaving them to their laughter.

Inside, desire consumed me. Leaning against the wall, I stroked myself slowly, imagining Claire whispering to Lana, begging for permission to taste me—no secrets, just raw, aching want. My hand quickened, my body tensing as the fantasy burned hotter. My release hit like a tidal wave, a guttural “fuck” slipping out. Just then, Claire walked in, catching me mid-climax, my hand slick with evidence. “Oh, shit—sorry!” she gasped, but her eyes lingered, a wicked grin spreading as she turned away.

Speechless, I watched her saunter back to Lana, their whispers carrying a thrill that made my blood pound. The thought of Claire knowing I was fantasizing about her was intoxicating.

As I prepared dinner, Claire’s tipsy, smoldering gaze kept finding mine. My fantasies—of Lana watching me take her sister—were driving me insane. Lana called for more wine.

“Another bottle?” Claire asked, arching a brow.

“You’ll need it,” Lana replied, her smirk dangerous. “Claire’s staying the night.”

My heart thundered. This was teetering on forbidden.

“Let’s do it,” Claire said, her voice bright but laced with heat.

The night unfolded with music, laughter, and rivers of wine. Lana, thoroughly drunk, spilled stories of our past threesomes, her words stoking the fire in the room. Claire and I kept it neutral on the surface, but our glances were charged, flirtation crackling like static. Finally, I excused myself, my body humming with need.

“Goodnight,” I said, heading to bed.

“Be ready for me, babe,” Lana teased, blowing a kiss.

“Always,” I shot back, my voice thick.

“Night,” Claire murmured, her eyes burning into mine.

In bed, my mind churned with visions of Claire begging Lana to let her have me. I stroked myself, lost in the fantasy, when a hand wrapped around me, firm and deliberate. I thought it was Lana—until I opened my eyes and saw her at the foot of the bed, smirking. Claire was beside me, her fingers teasing my length, her lips soon following, hot and eager.

“What the fuck?” I gasped, my voice hoarse.

“Enjoy it, babe,” Lana purred, shedding her clothes with deliberate slowness.

Claire’s mouth worked me with skill, her tongue swirling as Lana slid beside me, gripping my cock and guiding it deeper into her sister’s mouth.

“Is this a dream?” I whispered to Lana, my voice trembling.

“It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” she replied, her tone sultry, her eyes gleaming with approval.

I closed my eyes, a grin spreading as pleasure overwhelmed me. I’d never been so hard. Claire pulled back, climbing up to kiss me, her lips hungry.

“I want to feel you,” she whispered, positioning herself above my mouth.

Lana, straddling my hips, watched with a wicked smile, her hands on Claire’s shoulders, guiding her down. Claire’s scent was intoxicating, her wetness glistening as my breath grazed her sensitive skin. She shivered, pulling back slightly, but I wrapped my arms around her thighs, drawing her closer. My tongue traced slow, deliberate circles around her clit, savoring her smoothness. One hand gripped her ass, my thumb teasing her tight entrance, pulsing gently as I licked from her core to her sensitive bud, plunging deep. Lana’s grip on Claire’s shoulders tightened, her own moans rising as she ground against my cock, each thrust driving me deeper.

Claire’s juices dripped, sweet and heady, her moans harmonizing with Lana’s as the intensity built.

“I need you,” Claire gasped, trembling.

They switched places, Lana now above my mouth, her fingers teasing herself as she watched Claire mount me. I pulled Claire close, her lips grazing my neck before finding my mouth, our tongues tangling in a frenzy of need. Lana ground against my lips, her wetness coating me as Claire’s hands roamed Lana’s back, tugging her hair and pulling her down.

My hands gripped both women’s hips, my tongue relentless on Lana’s clit. Claire rode me hard, her fingers teasing Lana’s breasts, pinching her nipples as Lana shuddered. “Oh fuck, don’t stop!” Lana cried, her body quaking as a flood of her release coated my face.

Claire helped Lana slide to the side, panting, then pinned my arms above my head, stretching her body against mine. She thrust back, taking me deep, her screams of “Oh my fucking God!” echoing as she climaxed.

The intensity pushed me over the edge, and I thrust hard, my release exploding inside her. We collapsed, breathless, the room silent except for the pounding of our hearts.

Without a word, I wrapped a towel around myself and slipped out, leaving the girls to recover. My mind reeled—aroused, stunned, craving more. Twenty minutes later, I crept back. The girls seemed asleep,

Claire was nestled between Lana and the edge of the bed. I slid in beside her, my arm draping over her curves. Feeling me harden, Claire pressed her hips back, grinding slowly, guiding me inside her from behind. As I moved in a steady, sensual rhythm, Lana stirred, her soft moans revealing she was pleasuring herself, watching us. The quiet intensity was electric, a forbidden dance that ended in shared, silent ecstasy. We never spoke of it again.

For Claire and me, the guilt faded, replaced by a mutual understanding to keep it neutral. It was a fantasy brought to life, a perfect, fleeting moment that left us all satisfied—and free.