Playtime With Jill (aka Ruth 4)

Once my brother Matt and I discovered that Diane, our mom, and Jack, our dad, were having “sexy time” with dad’s ex-wife Jill, in our brother Mark’s room, we kept a careful eye– and an even more careful ear– on them than we had previously kept on which cars were parked in the driveway. It made our surveillance much easier and far more comfortable.

We discovered their pattern. Jill only came over on Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday nights. And our parents never called attention to themselves by checking in on us before they went down the inside stairs to the kitchen, across the patio, and up the outside stairs to the room over the garage.

That meant that my brother or I could slip into the others bedroom on each one of those three nights. We would silently snuggle up with each other– no sex, just snuggling, we needed to be very quiet– and wait for the sounds of footsteps on the stairs. Then we could confirm that Jill’s Cube was in the driveway from the bathroom window.

We went back to the landing outside Mark’s door a few times to watch them. But our vantage point was poor for the sofa and worse for the bed. The only thing we could see really well was when dad set up the chain from the bike hooks and hung the clothes rod which he did most nights. Then Jill would be bent over the wooden rod and she would deep throat dad– and sometime’s mom’s strap on dildo.

Sometimes dad fucked Jill in the ass, and sometimes in her pussy. Using the dildo, mom always fucked her in the ass. Although she did enthusiastically fist her twat one time. We saw dad start out the night’s festivities a couple of times by holding his kneeling ex-wife’s head and directing her lips and tongue through our mother’s pussy before she donned the strap-on.

We saw Jill’s legs as she knelt just outside our field of vision, she was going down on one of them. We heard them doing things we could not see on the bed.

It was interesting for a while, watching Jack, Jill, and Diane have sex with one another. They gave us an idea or two. More than that, they implicitly gave Matt and me permission to enjoy any of the sexual practices we watched them engage in.

Whenever we were alone together and had a chance to do so, we talked a lot about what we had seen and what we imagined our dad felt as his cock was inside of Jill’s throat, pussy, or asshole. What mom felt as she was fisting or fucking Jill, and what Jill felt when she was having all of the many things that were done to her…done to her.

Of course, as with most things in life, it is far more fun to “do,” than to “watch others do.” Apparently our older brother’s bedroom had become a very popular timeshare destination. Matt and I had dibs on weekday afternoons– maybe even Monday and Tuesday nights if we dared.

We moved Mark’s bike, and set up the chain and wooden rod from the hooks as we had seen dad do it. It gave Matt a definite advantage when he entered me from behind. Whether he was putting his cock in my c**t or my ass... Lots of times we started out with a few strokes in my pussy to get him lubed up and then swapped to the safer orifice. The one where my brother’s sperm could look for a week and not find an egg.

I tried bending over the bar as I gave Matt head. But it wasn’t very comfortable, and I got a little bit dizzy when he held my head lower than my heart. So we didn’t do that a second time. We just continued to sixty-nine on the bed. And, of course, I sucked him off from a kneeling position– often in the shower– as he massaged my scalp.

We had paid careful attention to Jack and Diane’s whereabouts, and found that when they met on Fridays they always spent a couple of hours in Mark’s room. They spent even longer on Wednesday and Thursday, nights when Jill’s restaurant closed earlier… That meant my brother and I could snuggle until we heard them leave. And then make love with one another in our own beds.

On those nights we could talk to one another in very low voices as we snuggled and waited. We could talk about what we would enjoy doing with one another if we were lucky. Lucky meaning that we heard our parents footsteps on the stairs. Lucky meaning knowing that we had a couple of hours all to ourselves.