Some of you may know that the guest of honor this Thanksgiving was ‘Jane’ from my stories. Jane is a real person. She’s not named Jane but she is my cousin (which is a little icky when I think about it so I don’t think about it. Much). Jane and I fell out of touch for a while but through the machinations of my loving and wonderful husband we’ve reconnected. She lives a few states over from us. Her kids were spending the holiday with their father this year so I invited her to join us and a couple of the COVID cast-offs we were having locally. All of our kids were skipping this year for various reasons and it was going to be a little sad. Well she came, and it wasn’t sad! Yay!
I was more than a little anxious over seeing Jane. It was the whole kind of awkward ‘I know we’re going to have sex but we haven’t done it enough so that I’m entirely comfortable about how it’s going to work out,’ thing. I got some excellent advice from a very dear friend and it helped settle me. It always does – if I have a plan on what I’m going to do, I’m good. Like so many of my plans, turns out it wasn’t needed.
Thursday itself was the usual frantic activity in the AM to get everything cooked (Turkey, mashed, 2 kinds of stuffing, 2 kinds of cranberry sauce – fresh for my hub and canned for me – green beans, squash and, of course, gravy). She and the other guests arrived noon-ish, we ate at 2 and by 7 we were on the sectional, in our PJ’s, under some blankies watching TV, local guests gone home and my hub was playing bartender (which he does to perfection). Now NOTHING was supposed to happen until Friday. Hub graciously planned on giving us space so he signed up for a shooting thing in Fredericksburg that would have him gone almost the entire day so we could have time together. Yeah. Well we’re watching Britbox, drinking Prosecco, snuggled under the blankies when I feel Jane’s hand rubbing the inside of my thigh. She’s totally not looking at me, she’s looking at the TV but I see her smile. I’m immediately transported back 45 years when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other as kids. Boom, in an instant. So her hand goes up my leg and, of course, I open them and she starts rubbing my clit through my bottoms. I know the rules of this game from long ago and I’m just buzzed enough not to be embarrassed so I surreptitiously lift my hips up and push my bottoms down a bit. She shifts her hand from outside my clothes to inside and I reach over and she’s exposed and ready for me. So we finger each other watching TV pretending we’re not doing anything – like we did as kids after a sleep over, in our PJs watching Saturday morning cartoons under a blanket. So this goes on a little bit, and it’s feeling really nice, and I glance over at Hubby at the other end of the sectional and he’s starting at us, smiling. So we all start cracking up. So much for surreptitious.
“Hey, don’t stop on my account,” he says. “I’m fine right here.”
So Jane and I start kissing, which pretty quickly escalates into full on making out very sensuously.
She starts pushing up my top and says, “C’mon, we’ve got an audience. The least we can do is put on a good show.”
I lift my arms up and she pulls my top off, she lifts her arms up and I pull her top off, bottoms get shucked off and pretty soon we’re naked, on the sectional, making out like teens and it feels fab. Hub is watching, rubbing himself and enjoying the show. I cum almost immediately, a small one but just the start. She teases another out of me with her fingers before I finally get her to cum, she bites my shoulder as she does.
My husband clears his throat and suggests, “I’ve got a really early morning. Why don’t I sleep in the spare room tonight and you both take the big bed.”
Jane reaches an arm out to him, motioning him over and says to me, “You’ve got a keeper here you know.”
She pulls his face down and kisses him thoroughly. He leans over and kisses me and she starts pulling his pants down.
“We can’t send him to bed like this,” as his erection pops out.
She takes his cock in her mouth and pulls me over. I get the hint rather quickly (this is one of my big fantasies anyway) and we take turns sucking him, one on his cock, the other nibbling thighs and balls and back while he stands there in front of us. At one point we’re kissing with his cock between us, sort of around the shaft and it’s delightful. We teased him for a bit and then, while he was in my mouth, Jane shifted behind him, spread his cheeks and began to rim him while I sucked him. Well, as you would imagine that finished things pretty damned quick. He groaned real loudly and started to spurt into my mouth. I took him as deeply as I could and he pumped his load down my throat while she tongued him from behind.
He kissed us both goodnight (and I had to wonder how that was; one of us tasting like his cum, the other his ass but he didn’t seem to mind) and went off to bed.
“Be careful and have fun tomorrow and we’ll make sure you have fun when you get home,” I said.
We went off to bed too, but we didn’t go to sleep for a few hours.