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 ï>¿Christmas In The Nude Ch.  01 by noreaster20

   I get a surprising Christmas gift from my wife & her sister.

   "What do you want for Christmas?" Lisa asked as she fiddled with some
garland along the mantel.

   "I don't know," I replied.  "A threesome?" Half-kidding, I smirked at my
wife.

   "Okay, how about you, me, and Santa?" Lisa said, not missing a beat. 
"I've always wanted to try my luck with an older man."

   I frowned.

   "That's not what I meant," I said.

   "You only said a threesome.  By my count, that's three.  You didn't say
who the third had to be."

   Lisa had quite a way with words.  Even though we had only been married
for a few years, I gave up on trying to keep pace with her wit early on.  I
was no match for her under normal circumstances, and today she was in rare
form.

   "Guess I'll need to come up with a new idea," I responded.

   "Aw, come on, Johnny," she replied.  "You can't even let me have a
little fun?"

   "Not when your fun involves an old man with a bushy white beard and a
shriveled pecker.  Not really my type."

   "Maybe one of his elves then," my wife responded, clearly not about to
give up on her little joke.

   "Nope, I don't think so.  Still not my style."

   "Guess that means no threesome for you then," Lisa said as she chuckled
to herself.

   "I guess not," I answered, laughing along with her.

   "For real then, what do you want?"

   "I don't know.  I'll have to think about it.  Maybe a couple books and
some tickets to a baseball game or something."

   "Boring."

   "Well you didn't like my idea."

   "Because it was silly."

   "No, you made it silly when you suggested that the third person should
be a fictional old man."

   "If you say so," Lisa answered.  She smiled warmly.

   If I'm being honest, I wasn't completely joking when I suggested a
threesome.  Did I think Lisa would go for it?  No chance.  Still, it was
sort of a fantasy of mine, even though I knew it would probably never
happen.

   Lisa and I had a pretty standard marriage.  We met in college, married
in our mid-twenties, and settled down in a city apartment after we married.
Now in our late twenties, we weren't quite ready to start having kids, but
we weren't exactly wild, either.  At this point, a Friday night didn't
involve clubbing or anything else crazy.  We mostly spent our weekend
evenings sharing a bottle of wine and half-watching some uninspired
romantic comedy until one of us fell asleep.

   Still, family life wasn't too far around the corner, and I couldn't help
but think about one last hoorah.  Lisa had spent a semester abroad in
college.  She traveled around Europe on the weekends, and she met all sorts
of interesting guys from interesting places.  Who knows what she did with
them.  She never told me; I never asked.  But my sense is that she got her
fill and never looked back.

   As for me, I didn't have a similar experience.  I went to the local
state university where I studied almost nonstop and couldn't afford any
fancy international excursions.  I got a good education, but the experience
was largely unadventurous from start to finish.  I never really experienced
the wild college parties and spring break trips.  Maybe it was just
folklore, yet I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to live on
the wild side for just a day or two.

   "Johnny!" Lisa exclaimed, just shy of shouting.

   I promptly exited the fantasy world in my head and returned to real
life.

   "Are you going to help me or what?" she continued.

   "Sure.  With what?" I asked.

   "I need to put the star on top of the tree.  Make sure I don't fall off
this chair.  I swear you buy a taller tree every year.  One of these years
I'm going to break my neck trying to decorate it."

   Lisa had already dragged one of the tall chairs from the kitchen counter
over to the tree.  She climbed onto it, steadied herself, and leaned into
the tree to put the star on top.

   As she did, her bottom extended toward me.  She had on a pair of loose
but not baggy sweatpants, and when she bent over, I got a nice view of her
round ass.  I placed my hands on her hips as she put the finishing touches
on the tree, but once she stood upright on the chair, I couldn't help but
have a little fun.

   I grabbed her sweatpants at the waist and gave them a gentle tug.  Her
pants dropped below her thighs, and I got a great view of her bum, which
her thong did little to conceal.

   Startled by the abrupt pantsing, she fell backward off the chair and
into my arms.  I fell onto my back  -" Lisa on top of me  -" and squeezed
her tight.  I reached my hand down past her belly and into her undies.  I
could feel the stubble brush up against my palm as it descended further.

   "Maybe this could be my Christmas present," I said.

   "You wish," Lisa answered, as she turned her head around, closed her
eyes, and kissed me on the mouth.

   *****

   Monday morning came quickly.  I sat at my desk, only half-focused, and
trudged through some past-due paperwork.  It wasn't exactly stimulating,
but at least it was a mindless way to ease into the workweek.

   I checked a few numbers against the company's sales contracts.  One
thousand eight hundred eighty-two.  Check.  Seventeen thousand one hundred
twelve.  Check.  Five thousand ninety-four.  Check.

   My cell phone buzzed in my pocket.  It was Lisa.

   "Is it okay if Jill stays with us for Christmas this year?" Lisa asked.

   "I thought she was going to the Caribbean with her boyfriend?" I
replied.

   Jill was my sister-in-law.  She had dated the same guy for almost two
years, so the request came as a bit of a surprise.

   "She was.  But they broke up over the weekend."

   "What happened?"

   "Long story.  I'll tell you more tonight."

   "Okay," I said.  I was curious.  They seemed reasonably happy, though
something did seem off with them lately.

   "So can she stay with us?"

   "Sure.  Just for Christmas?"

   "Well, I was actually thinking she could stay for a couple of weeks.  I
don't want her to be lonely around the holidays.  And we'll both be off
work anyway."

   "No problem.  Happy to have her."

   "Perfect.  I'll let her know.  Thanks babe," she said.

   "You bet," I answered.

   Deep down, I was hoping for a quiet, low-key holiday season.  It had
been a crazy year at work for both of us, and a little downtime would let
us both unwind while spending some time together.

   I love my sister-in-law, but she is the opposite of low-key.  Each time
she visits, she insists on going out to a bar almost every night.  There's
no doubt that she lives life to the fullest, but it can be pretty
exhausting after a few days.  I could only imagine how it would be for two
weeks after a long and stressful year.

   Even so, if it made Lisa happy, I was glad to agree.  Besides, it was
the holidays, after all.  Maybe a little extra excitement would be fun.

   *****

   Jill arrived a few days before Christmas.  She flew in on an afternoon
flight and arrived in the early evening.

   "Hey Jill," I said as she walked in the door.

   "Hey yourself," Jill said back.

   "How was the flight?" I asked, rising from the couch to greet my
sister-in-law.

   "Same as usual.  Too long.  But could've been worse," she replied.

   Jill dropped her suitcase by the door and opened her arms.  We embraced
in a long hug.  She still wore the same perfume, had the same long brown
hair, and wore minimal makeup  -" not that she needed it.  She had just
turned thirty and was a few years older than Lisa, though she didn't look
it.  She looked a lot like Lisa, with pale skin, brown eyes, and small
lips. She regularly visited the gym, and her body showed it.  Jill was
thin, with a toned frame, small breasts, and relatively thin thighs.  She
wore a form-fitting long sleeve shirt and a pair of tight black yoga pants.
She effortlessly appeared fashionable even while trying to travel in
comfortable attire.

   It was good to see her again.  I was an only child, so it was nice to
have a sister-in-law who visited with some frequency, even if it meant some
long days and active nights when she was around.  I only prayed that she
would ease into the social plans on her first night in the city.

   "So what're we doing tonight?" Jill asked.

   So much for that, I thought.

   "What do you want to do?" Lisa asked her.

   "Maybe just get some takeout and watch a movie?  I'm exhausted," Jill
answered.

   That was new.  It definitely wasn't the answer I expected, but I wasn't
complaining.

   "Sounds great," I chimed in.  "Are you hungry now?"

   "Kind of," she said.

   "Chinese?" I asked.

   "Perfect," she answered.

   "Great," I said.  "I'll call it in."

   I ordered a variety of items from the restaurant that was a few blocks
away.  They said it'd be ready in about fifteen minutes, so I decided to
head out right after ordering.

   "I'm going to pick up the food," I said.  "I'll see you guys in a bit."

   "I'll come with you," Jill said.  "I just sat on a plane for hours.  I
wouldn't mind a walk."

   "Sounds good," I answered.  "Need a jacket?  It's cold out there."

   "If you don't mind," she said.

   "Here, take this," I replied, offering her my leather jacket.

   "Thanks, Johnny," she said, smiling.

   We headed out.

   "So, looking forward to Christmas in the northeast this year?" I asked
as we walked.  "I don't think you could've picked a colder place."

   "I don't mind," Jill answered.

   "Well, we're happy to have you," I said.

   "I appreciate it.  Obviously my plans with Mike didn't work out.  The
whole relationship didn't, I guess."

   "Are you doing okay?"

   "Yeah.  It was time.  I think I knew for a while it wasn't going to
work, but I couldn't bring myself to end it."

   "I'm here if you want to talk at all."

   "Thanks, Johnny.  Lisa is lucky to have you."

   We walked in silence the rest of the way to the restaurant.  I ran
inside, picked up the food, and rejoined my sister-in-law in the cold.

   "Anything special you'd like to drink?" I asked her.  "There's a liquor
store on the way home.  We can pick something up if you want."

   "A couple bottles of wine would be good," she answered.  "I can pay for
them."

   "No, that's okay.  You're our guest.  I'll take care of it.  Want
anything specific?"

   We walked into the store and perused the selection.  I grabbed a bottle
of Cabernet, and Jill picked up a couple bottles of rosÃ(C).  We paid the
cashier, wished him a merry Christmas, and finished the rest of our walk
home.

   "Hi, honey," I said to Lisa as we walked in the door.

   "Welcome back," she said, kissing me on the cheek.

   I smiled.  I loved when she kissed me like that.  Even after a few years
of marriage, my face still lit up when she did that.  Her love made me feel
warm and happy.

   The attraction was not just emotional.  My wife was incredibly
attractive.  Like Jill, Lisa had pale skin, brown eyes, and brown hair. 
Falling only to her shoulders, Lisa's hair was much shorter than Jill's. 
Lisa was a little bit shorter than Jill and had a fuller figure.  After our
first year of marriage, Lisa and I had both put on some extra weight.  The
added girth went to my stomach, but it found a home in Lisa's boobs and
butt  -" and it suited her.  I swear my wife got prettier with each passing
year.

   "Do I get a kiss too, honey?" Jill chimed in as she shut the door behind
her.

   "Absolutely not," Lisa replied.  "After the Christmas where you threw a
toy train at my head when I tried to give you a kiss on the cheek, I'll
never make that mistake again."

   "Oh come on," Jill shot back.  "That was twenty years ago!  Let it go."

   "Nope," Lisa said playfully.  "I learned my lesson."

   "Guess your husband will have to do it then," Jill replied, determined
not to be outdone.

   "I'm not sure that's a good idea," I said.  I glanced at Lisa and hoped
she would intervene.

   "Just a little one," Jill replied.  "Right on the cheek.  No big deal.
Right, little sis?  Besides, I've got the wine and our dinner," she said as
she snatched the bag of Chinese food out of my hand.  "I hope you two
aren't too hungry because I can wait all night."

   "Okay, you win," Lisa said.  She approached Jill and leaned in to give
her a kiss on the cheek but wrapped her arms around her at the last minute.
"Now, Johnny!" she shouted gleefully.  "Grab the food!"

   "No!" Jill exclaimed.  She desperately tried to wiggle free while
retaining her grip on the bag of Chinese food.

   "Got it!" I said as I scampered away with the food and wine.

   "Fuck you both," Jill said under her breath.  "And you can let go of my
tits now, Lisa."

   "What tits?" Lisa quipped with a wry smile.  "There's barely anything to
grab."

   Jill spun around with a quick, athletic motion and grabbed hold of
Lisa's boobs.

   "We can't all have 34Cs like you, sis," Jill said, smiling back just as
wryly.

   "For your information, they're 34Ds now," Lisa retorted.

   "These?  I don't believe it," Jill countered.  "Let me have a look."

   With a short, deft movement, Jill pulled down Lisa's tank top, leaving
Lisa's breasts exposed.  Her large, light brown areolas were on full
display, as were her semi-erect nipples.

   I just stood there and watched, partly mesmerized by my wife's body and
partly shocked by the scene that had unfolded.

   "Two can play that game!" Lisa said.  She gave her best effort to grab
the bottom of Jill's shirt and pull it up toward her head, but it was to no
avail.

   Amid the flailing, Jill managed to pry herself free from Lisa's grasp
and scurried toward the other side of the room.

   "Nice try, sis," Jill said.  "Besides, I wouldn't want to expose my old
lady tits in front of Johnny here.  The poor guy might lose his appetite."

   "Old lady?" I said quizzically.  "You're thirty.  And fit.  I'd hardly
say you're an old lady.  Not that I'm ogling your breasts or anything."

   "How about you go and freshen up," Lisa suggested, opting not to engage
in a discussion of the perkiness of Jill's boobs.  "Johnny and I can get
dinner ready and pick out a movie.  I put your suitcase in the guest
bedroom."

   "Yes, mom," Jill said playfully as she sauntered away toward the guest
bedroom.

   I walked back toward my wife who was still standing in the kitchen.

   "What the heck has gotten into her?" I asked Lisa softly in an effort to
stay out of earshot.

   "No idea," Lisa whispered back.  "Maybe she sat next to a hot guy on the
plane and got all worked up or something.  You never know with her."

   We both chuckled and started getting ready for dinner.  I collected some
plates, napkins, and utensils while Lisa grabbed a few wine glasses.  I
brought everything over to the coffee table near the television while Lisa
started to open the wine.

   "Can you ask Jill if she wants red or pink wine?" Lisa asked.

   "Sure," I said.  "I'm pretty sure she'll want some rosÃ(C), but I'll ask
her just to be sure."

   I walked over to the guest room so that Jill would be able to hear me
more clearly from behind the door.

   "Hey Jill," I called out as I approached the door.  But as I turned
toward the guest bedroom, I quickly discovered that the door was, in fact,
not closed.  I caught a quick glimpse of my sister-in-law topless as she
faced toward the doorway.  She had tiny brown nipples and almost
imperceptibly small areolas atop her boobs.  I quickly averted my gaze and
turned my back to the door.

   "I, uh, just wanted to ask what kind of wine you wanted," I said
sheepishly.

   "I'll have some rosÃ(C) please," Jill said.  "Thanks!" She either didn't
notice or simply ignored the fact that I had just seen her boobs, but I
wasn't going to wait around for her to react to it.

   "Okay, cool," I said.

   I immediately got the hell out of there and went back to the kitchen.

   "She'll have some rosÃ(C)," I said to Lisa.

   "Alright," Lisa replied.  "Cabernet for you I assume?"

   "Yes," I answered.  "But listen, when I asked..." I didn't get to finish
my sentence before Jill rejoined us in the kitchen.

   "Is dinner ready?" she asked.  "I'm starving."

   "Yup," Lisa said, handing her a glass of rosÃ(C).  "Everything should be
on the table."

   "Perfect," Jill said.

   We all shuffled toward the couch and sat down.  Jill sat on one end, and
Lisa sat on the other.  By default, I ended up in the middle seat.

   Lisa made no effort to follow up on my comment from earlier, so I
decided to let it go, especially since Jill was sitting right there.  If
Jill could play it cool, so could I  -" at least for now.

   After a brief discussion about what movie to watch, I got outvoted.  The
girls decided on some rom-com, and I acquiesced.

   We loaded our plates high with Chinese food, shared an obligatory
"cheers," and started the movie.  Every so often, one of us would chime in
with a comment here or there, but we all stayed relatively quiet during the
movie.

   Full from dinner, Lisa fell asleep about halfway through the movie, and
I wasn't far behind her.  I told myself I would just close my eyes for a
few minutes during a scene with some half-baked dialogue, but I guess
exhaustion took over from there, at least for a while.

   I woke up a bit later in the midst of a sex scene between the main
characters in the movie.  I slowly regained my senses and silently tried to
piece together what had happened while I was asleep.  I squinted at the
television in an attempt to avoid the bright light and eventually decided
to just keep my eyes closed and listen instead.

   All of a sudden, I heard a rhythmic squishing sound.  Gee, I thought. 
This movie was more graphic than I anticipated.  But then I felt a hand
grip my lower thigh  -" right around my knee  -" as the squishing sounds
quickened and were joined by some breathy moans.  The grip tightened as the
sounds rose to a crescendo, and I heard a voice breathily whisper "oh fuck
yes."

   In my half-asleep, eyes-closed state, I couldn't be sure who it was.  If
I had to guess, I would say it was Jill since the hand came from her side
of the couch, but that was hardly definitive.  What was definitive,
however, was the erection that had formed in my pajama pants.

   I kept my eyes closed for the rest of the movie, which only lasted for a
few more minutes.  I was roused from my fake slumber with a firm shake of
my torso, and I feigned a stretch or two before rising from the couch.

   "Have everything you need?" Lisa asked Jill.

   "I think so," Jill replied.  "If not, I can manage until morning."

   "Cool," Lisa responded.  "Night, sis."

   "Night, Lisa.  Night, Johnny," Jill answered.

   "Goodnight," I said back and hurried after Lisa, shutting the master
bedroom door behind me.

   Lisa had already made her way to the master bathroom and was brushing
her teeth.  I grabbed my toothbrush and followed suit.

   "How much of that movie did you end up seeing?" I asked.  "I think I
fell asleep about halfway through."

   "Same here," Lisa said.  "I didn't wake up until the very end."

   My suspicions from earlier were confirmed.  It was Jill who was
masturbating on my couch just a few inches away from me.  I agonized over
whether to tell Lisa about Jill's self-pleasuring and about how I saw her
half-naked earlier, but I decided against it.  Maybe in the morning, I
thought.

   "I'm guessing we didn't miss much," I replied.  "All those movies are
basically the same."

   "They are not!" Lisa pushed back.  "You just don't appreciate the
nuances of romantic cinema."

   "If you say so," I said as I finished brushing my teeth.  "Maybe Jill
can fill us in tomorrow."

   I slid into bed, and Lisa was close behind.  She dropped her pajama
pants to the floor, leaving just her dark blue undies.  Lisa burrowed under
the covers and pushed closer toward me.  I slid my hand along her back and
down toward her bum, cupping one of her cheeks and working my hand under
the fabric of her panties.

   "Not tonight, baby," she said.  "I'm too tired.  Maybe tomorrow."

   "No problem," I replied.

   I gave her a quick kiss and removed my hand from her bum.  We both found
a comfortable spot and quickly drifted off to sleep.

   *****

   Lisa woke me up with a gentle nudge the next morning.

   "Jill and I are going out," Lisa said.  "I figured we'd go to brunch and
then maybe do some shopping.  We'll be home this afternoon.  Text me if you
need anything."

   "Okay," I said groggily.  "What time is it?"

   "A little after 9:00," Lisa replied.  "No need to get up.  I'll lock the
door on the way out, so you can sleep in if you want."

   "Thanks, baby," I said.  "Have fun."

   "We will," Lisa answered.  "See you later."

   I slept for another hour or so and got out of bed around 10:00.  I made
some coffee and toast, turned on the sports channel, and sat down on the
couch where I remained for a couple of hours.  I did a few chores around
the apartment but mostly loafed about for much of the morning and early
afternoon.

   Lisa and Jill returned around 3:00 with shopping bags in hand.  My wife
loved to shop, and my sister-in-law was far from a good influence in that
regard.  I could only imagine what unnecessary things the two of them
decided to buy.

   "Hi, honey," Lisa said when they walked in.

   "Hi, baby," I replied.  "Hi, Jill."

   "Hey, Johnny," Jill said back.

   The girls removed their shoes and placed them by the door.

   "Did you two have fun?" I asked.

   "Definitely," Lisa answered.  "We both bought a few things, and I heard
a couple of interesting stories from Jill over brunch."

   "Oh yeah?" I asked instinctively as I sipped on a lukewarm cup of
coffee.

   "Mhmm," Lisa said back.  "Like how you saw my big sister's boobies last
night."

   I nearly choked on my coffee.

   "What?" I asked, hoping the plausible deniability approach would work.

   "Oh don't play dumb, Johnny," Jill said.  "We both know you saw my tits
last night."

   "And now I do, too," Lisa chimed in.

   "It was an accident," I said hastily.  "I didn't mean to.  I'm not some
kind of voyeur."

   "Mhmm, sure you didn't," Lisa retorted.

   I couldn't tell if my wife was upset or if she was having fun with this.

   "It won't happen again," I said.  "I promise."

   "Do you want it to happen again?" Lisa asked.

   "Sorry, what?" I asked back.

   "Exactly what I said," Lisa replied.  The three of us shared a couple of
back-and-forth glances.

   "Lisa told me what you wanted for Christmas," Jill added.

   "Baseball tickets?" I said unironically.

   "I heard you wanted a threesome," Jill said nonchalantly.

   "Oh," I said.  "I didn't mean..." My voice trailed off.  I could feel my
face getting warm.

   "Here's the offer," Lisa said.  "For the next three days, Jill and I
will spend all our time in the apartment completely naked.  You'll be able
to see our boobs, butts, and everything else.  But here's the catch  -" you
can't masturbate, and you can't touch either of us sexually.  That means no
jerking off, no orgasms, and no sex.  If you break the rules, we put our
clothes back on, and all of this comes to an end.  If you last the full
three days until Christmas, maybe I'll let you have that threesome you
asked for.  Deal?"

   "I don't know what to say," I answered truthfully.  "You're okay with
this, Jill?  And Lisa, you're fine with me seeing your sister naked?"

   "Yup," they answered, practically in unison.

   "So what do you say?" Lisa asked.  "If you're not up for it, we don't
have to do it.  But we're game if you are."

   "Okay," I said.  "Let's do it.  Could we start in ten minutes so I can
rub one out first?"

   "Nope," Lisa asked.  "If we do it, it starts now.  Your call."

   "No problem," I said, attempting to sound unfazed.  "I can manage."

   "Great," Lisa said.  "This'll be fun.  Don't you think so, Jill?"

   "Absolutely," Jill chimed in.  "I guess that means it's time for us to
strip."

   "I guess so," Lisa said in agreement.

   The two girls did just that.  Lisa went first, pulling her red sweater
over her head and leaving her breasts semi-exposed behind her black bra. 
She unbuttoned her pants next and slowly pulled them down to her ankles. 
Her eyes lit up, and she smirked as she removed each article of clothing. I
could tell she was enjoying this.

   So was I.  My penis was hardening in my pants, but I was forbidden from
giving it any attention.  All I could do was watch the show and let my sex
organ continue to enlarge.

   Lisa stepped out of her pants and kicked them to the side.  Her socks
quickly met a similar fate.  All that remained now were Lisa's black bra
and red panties.  Not passing up an opportunity to be a tease, Lisa turned
around and rubbed her hands along her butt.  Her undies covered very little
of her cheeks, which subtly jiggled with each movement.

   Lisa unhooked her bra and let it fall forward out of my view.

   "And now for the grand finale," Lisa said alluringly.

   She ever so slowly pulled her panties down past her bum and let them
fall to the floor.  I loved the sight of my wife's ass as much as I did the
first time I saw it all those years ago.  It took everything in my power
not to lurch forward and give it a firm squeeze.  My penis was throbbing.

   "Turn around," I said.  "I want to see all of you."

   Lisa did as I asked but made a dramatic yet ineffective attempt to cover
certain portions of her torso.  Her ample boobs spilled out over her arms,
though her hand did manage to cover at least a little bit of her mound.

   Jill just looked on all the while, with her gaze bouncing back and forth
from Lisa to me.

   "Let's see those tits," Jill said.  "We don't have all day here, sis."

   Lisa dropped her hands, leaving her boobs unobstructed.  Her brown
nipples were fully erect, perhaps because of the cool December air or
perhaps because she was turned on by her little performance.

   I caught a fuller glimpse of her mound, which was covered in a fine
layer of dark brown stubble.  I wanted nothing more than to dive between
her legs and lick her until she came.  But it would have to wait.

   "My turn?" Jill asked.

   Not waiting for an answer, she removed her shirt and quickly unfastened
her bra, which promptly fell to her feet.  Her small, pert breasts stood
out from her chest.  Jill's small brown nipples were erect, too.

   "Didn't see the need to make a big deal of that part," Jill quipped. 
"You already saw these last night."

   "It was an accident!" I reiterated.

   "This time it's not," Jill said.  She walked toward me and gently
massaged her boobs.  She gave each nipple a gentle squeeze and positioned
them about a foot away from my face.

   I licked my lips and started to lean forward before she stopped me.

   "Oh no you don't," Jill said.  "You can look but you can't touch.  Isn't
that right, Lisa?"

   "I do believe that was the deal," Lisa chimed in.  Lisa walked over and
positioned herself similarly.

   I had two girls' breasts right in my face but was powerless to do
anything about it.  My penis ached in my pants.

   "Now," Jill said.  "Where was I?"

   She delicately unbuttoned her jeans, lowering them one inch at a time at
a deliberate pace and exposing the light blue cotton fabric of her
underwear bit by bit.  Jill stopped lowering her jeans once they reached
her knees and instead pulled the lace trim of her undies upward.  I could
see the outline of her vulva in the curves of the fabric.  My sister-in-law
was taking this erotic strip session to a whole new level.  I wondered if
she had done this before.

   Jill expertly worked her way through the rest of her disrobement.  She
pulled off her jeans and shed her socks, leaving her with just the
form-fitting light blue undies.  I longed to see her crotch, and I didn't
have to wait more than a few seconds.

   Jill slowly pulled her panties down, uncovering an immaculately
maintained landing strip of curly, dark brown hair.  With a swift tug, Jill
let her panties fall to the ground, exposing her shaven sex lips.  She
slipped her right index finger inside herself, which emerged wet and
glistening before slipping it in her mouth.

   "Want a taste?" Jill said coyly.  "Oh wait, that's not allowed." She
smiled and winked at me.

   "Think you can make it through three days of this?" Lisa asked.

   "I don't think I have a choice," I replied.  My erect penis pushed
against the fabric of my pants.  This was not going to be easy.

   "Sure you do," Jill said.  "You can give yourself a release and put an
end to this at any time.  You just need to decide whether that's what you
want.  I'll leave you to think about that while I go pee."

   Jill whirled around and shuffled to the bathroom door.

   "Unless you want to watch?" Jill said with a smirk.

   "Maybe another time," I replied nonchalantly.  I wanted to say yes, but
I needed to give myself a break, if only for a minute or two.

   "Suit yourself," Jill replied.  "It's a standing offer.  You might like
it." Jill winked again and disappeared into the bathroom.

   "Can I talk to you for a second?" I said to Lisa once Jill was out of
earshot.  I took my wife by the hand and led her into our bedroom.

   "Everything okay?" Lisa asked.

   "That's what I was going to ask you," I replied.  "You're sure you're up
for this?  I know I said I wanted a threesome and all that, but we really
don't have to do this if you're not comfortable."

   "I actually think it's very comfortable to go without clothes," she
answered.  "There's no chafing, no tight pants.  It's great."

   "You know what I mean," I said.

   "I know.  And I am comfortable with this.  I want to do it for you."

   "You don't think it's weird for me to see your sister naked?  And what
about if the threesome happens?"

   "I'd rather it be with her than someone else.  We've both seen each
other naked before, so there's no anxiety there.  The only thing new is
that you're seeing her naked now, too.  I trust you completely and know you
won't start an affair with Jill after this.  And I know she won't tell a
soul about what we're doing.  There's no way she'd say "oh yeah, I fucked
my sister's husband and spent three days completely naked around him." We
don't have another sibling for her to tell, and she sure as hell won't tell
our parents.  Long story short, I don't see news of this getting out,
inside or outside the family."

   "That's a good point," I said.  "And you don't think it'll be weird to,
you know, fool around with your sister?"

   "I don't know how much fooling around with her I'm going to do," Lisa
countered.  "Walking around naked for a few days isn't really fooling
around.  And if the three of us sleep together, it's more about Jill and me
giving you the best Christmas present you'll ever receive, not me trying to
get another girl off or vice versa.  We'll see what happens in the heat of
the moment, I guess.  But I'm going to be focused on pleasing my husband."

   "If you say so," I replied.

   We heard the toilet flush from across the apartment.

   "I think we should get back out there," Lisa said.  "I don't want this
to get weird all of a sudden."

   "You're right," I said as I started walking out of our bedroom.  "Oh and
Lisa?"

   "Yeah?" she replied.

   "Thank you," I said.

   "For what?"

   "For this.  You're an amazing wife."

   "I know," she said with a smile.

   We emerged from our bedroom a few seconds before Jill came out of the
bathroom.

   "So, what's the plan for this afternoon?" Jill asked.

   "I thought the three of us could decorate a gingerbread house together,"
Lisa replied.  "I bought a decorating kit earlier this week.  I figured it
could be fun."

   "Perfect," Jill replied.  "It'll be my first nude gingerbread house."

   We all laughed.

   "I'll put on some Christmas music," I said.

   With holiday tunes filling our apartment, we sat down at our kitchen
table to begin assembling and decorating the gingerbread house.  I got a
sturdy piece of cardboard to serve as the base for the dwelling and started
to assemble the four walls of the home.

   "Could each of you hold a couple of these walls?" I asked.  "I want to
make sure I can get enough frosting around them so they won't fall."

   The girls did as I asked, leaning toward the center of the table to
carefully grasp the sides of the gingerbread house.  As they did, Lisa's
nipples brushed up against my left arm, and Jill's did the same against my
right arm.  I felt the warmth of the girls' breasts on my skin and smiled.
My erection had lessened for a few minutes before, but my penis began
hardening again.  It was going to be impossible to last three days, I
thought.

   I desperately tried to focus on affixing the walls of the house to each
other and to the cardboard base.

   "I think I've got enough frosting in the cracks to hold them together,"
I said.  "You should be able to let go now."

   "You didn't want to put any frosting in my cracks?" Jill teased as she
removed her hands from the gingerbread structure.  "You could've licked it
out afterward." She winked at me and slid her hands down toward her crotch.

   "I think that would be against the rules, Jillian," I said.  "And we
can't have that."

   "Oops," Jill said.  "My bad.  I guess the image of you licking frosting
from between my legs will have to be enough to satisfy you.  Right, sis?"

   Lisa nodded in agreement.

   "You're both crazy," I said.  "I hope you know that."

   "We know," Lisa said.

   "We just don't care," Jill added.

   My penis was fully hardened in my pants.  My balls ached from the visual
Jill provided and from the general excitement of the afternoon.

   "Just help me do the roof," I said to no one in particular.

   With the same skin-to-skin contact as before, we quickly assembled the
roof.  Before long, the house stood on its own, and we were ready to start
decorating.

   We added mints and gumdrops and licorice and all sorts of other things.
The bare gingerbread walls turned into a vibrant hodgepodge of multicolored
candies as afternoon turned to early evening.

   "I have an idea," Jill said unprompted.  "Let's add some pieces of candy
cane to make a walkway up to the front of the house.  Lisa and I bought
some this afternoon.  It'll look great."

   "Go for it," Lisa said.  "They're in the bag on the counter."

   Jill stood up and walked a few steps into the kitchen to grab the candy
canes.  My eyes followed her naked body as she moved across the room, and
my gaze was particularly drawn to her tight ass.  I longed to squeeze it,
but I couldn't believe I was having such sexual thoughts about someone
other than Lisa.

   "Distracted?" Lisa asked me softly.

   "A little," I admitted.

   "She's got a nice ass, right?" Lisa continued.

   "Yes I do," Jill said as she returned to the table with the candy canes.
"My pussy is even better.  But you can't have either one, at least not
right now."

   "This is cruel," I said.

   "You think that's bad?" Jill asked.  "Watch this."

   My sister-in-law took a candy cane out of the box and unwrapped it.  I
watched intently as she sat back in her chair and spread her legs.  I had
an unobstructed view of her vulva, and she used her left hand to spread her
lips, putting her pink interior on display.

   Jill took the straight end of the candy cane and gently inserted it into
her vagina.  She pushed it further and further inside herself until much of
its length had disappeared from view.  A few seconds later she removed the
candy cane from her pink interior and held it out in front of me.

   "Want a little taste?" she said.  "I think you'll like it."

   "Can I?" I asked Lisa.  "Technically, I wouldn't be touching either of
you."

   "That's true," my wife said.  "Go ahead."

   "And you're okay with it?" I asked Jill.

   "More than okay with it," she said back.  She pushed the candy cane into
herself once more.  "I want you to be able to taste me better," she said,
removing the candy cane and offering it to me again.

   I opened my mouth and let her gradually push the peppermint stick in. 
The minty flavor was strong, but I could taste the remnants of Jill's
juices on it, too.  I savored the taste, but with each passing second, the
melting peppermint further overpowered the taste of my sister-in-law's
insides.

   "I think you've had enough," Jill said as she pulled the candy cane out
of my mouth and began positioning it near the gingerbread house.

   "Don't worry, honey," Lisa said.  "I'll let you taste me now." Lisa
grabbed a candy cane of her own and slipped it inside herself.

   I longed to bury my head between my wife's legs.  I so badly wanted to
lick her until the candy cane dissolved in my mouth, bit by bit.  But that
would have to wait.

   Lisa moved the peppermint stick around her interior a few times and then
offered it to me.  I closed my eyes and opened my mouth.  Lisa pushed it
in.

   As before, the peppermint was stronger than the taste of Lisa's vagina.
But Lisa's taste was also much more familiar and recognizable.  I tried to
block out the peppermint and savor the receding flavors of my wife's juices
before they disappeared.

   Lisa pulled the candy cane out of my mouth and added it to the
gingerbread display.  My erect penis ached terribly all the while.

   "I'm sorry," I said.  "But that was fucking hot."

   The girls laughed and smiled at each other.  They were obviously
enjoying this.  I was, too.

   Trying to take my mind off the sexual tension, I turned my attention
back to the gingerbread house.  The three of us continued to add to the
vibrant landscape.  I added some shrubbery with green candies while Jill
and Lisa enhanced their candy cane walkway  -" this time without any bodily
additives.

   "I know what this needs," Lisa said as the decorating neared completion.

   "What's that?" I asked.

   "Powdered sugar," Lisa replied.  "It'll look like snow."

   Lisa hurried off to the kitchen, her bum jiggling a bit with each step.
My eyes feasted upon my wife's naked body.  I had seen her naked countless
times before, but she looked sexier than ever right then.

   She promptly returned with the powdered sugar and opened up the bag. 
Both Lisa and Jill took a handful of the white substance and attempted to
create a light coating on top of the gingerbread structure.  They
succeeded, but they somehow got an equal amount of sugar on themselves.

   "I guess we're done then," Lisa said as she tried to brush some of the
excess sugar off her left breast.

   "I guess we are," Jill agreed.

   "Anyone else hungry?" Lisa asked.

   Jill and I both nodded in affirmation.  After a brief discussion, we
decided to order a pizza for delivery from a local restaurant.  We made
sure to order plenty of sides to go with it.  I called in the order while
the girls cleaned up the table and moved the gingerbread house to the
kitchen counter.

   "They said it'll be about half an hour before it gets here," I said.

   We spent the time tidying up the apartment, pouring glasses of wine, and
picking out another Christmas movie for the evening.

   Since I was the only one wearing a stitch of clothing, I agreed to meet
the pizza delivery man in the lobby of the apartment building.  I tipped
him a little extra, offered a few holiday pleasantries, and quickly
returned to the two naked women in my apartment.

   I brought the food inside, put it on the coffee table, and went to the
master bedroom to get changed into something more comfortable for the rest
of the evening.  The two girls followed me into the bedroom.

   "What're you doing?" I asked.  "The deal was you two would be naked, not
that you'd watch me change my pants."

   "We talked while you were downstairs," Lisa said.

   "And we have a proposal," Jill added.

   "What's that?" I asked.

   "We thought it'd be more fun if you were naked, too," Lisa said.

   "But we know we were tormenting you earlier," Jill interjected.  "And we
know it might be difficult for you to last three days like this, especially
if all of us are naked."

   "That's why we're giving you something in return," Lisa continued.

   "Oh yeah?" I asked, not knowing where this was going.

   "Yup," Jill said.  "In return for you being naked, we'll let you get
yourself off tonight  -" but just once."

   "Jill and I will get ourselves off at the same time," Lisa explained. 
"Before we have dinner, the three of us will masturbate together on the
couch.  That way we can all release a little tension and get ready for the
long haul until Christmas."

   "There'll still be no touching anyone else," Jill said.  "But we'll all
be able to see each other come.  I think it'll be fun.  You in?"

   "Definitely," I said.

   "Great," Jill replied.  "Let's see that cock of yours then." She smiled.

   "Okay," I said.  "Here goes nothing."

   I pulled my shirt over my head in an unsophisticated attempt to be
seductive.  My pants followed, experiencing their own slow journey toward
my ankles.  I stood before my wife and her sister in just a pair of black
boxer briefs.  My semi-erection did me the favor of pushing against the
dark cotton fabric, visually enhancing the appearance of my package.

   "Let's see it, baby," Lisa said.  "I miss your dick."

   I grabbed my boxer briefs by the waistband and tugged them down past my
thighs.  My penis was greeted with embellished oohs and ahhs from the
girls.

   Lisa and Jill focusing only on my naked body was exhilarating.  I looked
up at my sister-in-law, whose sight line was directed toward my hardening
sex organ and the surrounding jungle of brown pubic hair.  Had I known I
would have two attractive women staring at my crotch for three days, I
would've done a little more landscaping.

   "It's as gorgeous as I remember," Lisa said.  "Ready for a release?"

   I nodded.

   "Then let's go," Lisa said.  The three of us went back to the living
room and sat down on the couch  -" Lisa on my left, Jill on my right, and
me in the middle of the sofa.

   "Ready when you are," I said.

   "Way ahead of you," Jill replied as she lowered her right hand to the
junction of her thighs.

   Jill started making small circular motions around her clit, letting out
an occasional moan.  Lisa followed suit.

   I grabbed hold of my erect penis and began stroking.  Precum had already
begun to trickle out of the tip, and my stroking served only to coat the
dark pink tip with the semi-sticky fluid.  I continued to stroke myself as
Lisa and Jill carried on with their own activities.

   Lisa approached her climax first.

   "Shit, I'm gonna come," she said after a few minutes.  "Watch out,
Johnny.  I think it'll be a big one."

   She was right.  A few seconds later, she started forcefully bucking her
hips.  Her thighs were spread wide apart, and her leg was pushing into my
left side.  Lisa continued the motions on her clit, picking up the pace
every few seconds.

   "Ahhhh," she groaned.  "This feels so good.  I want you in me, Johnny. I
want to feel your dick inside me."

   "Sorry, sis," Jill said before I had a chance to respond.  "That's
against the rules.  You'll have to wait, just like the rest of us."

   "I know," Lisa replied as she rode the final wave of her orgasm.  She
struggled to finish her thought amid her heavy breathing.

   I looked on in awe as she squeezed her left nipple while her right hand
finished its work between her legs.  Even though Lisa and I had an active
sex life, we had never watched each other masturbate before.  I felt close
to her, even with Jill there.  And there was no denying that watching my
wife come was incredibly hot.

   "My turn, Johnny boy," Jill said.  "Eyes over here."

   I continued stroking myself but directed my gaze toward Jill's crotch.
Beads of sweat had begun to collect on Jill's forehead.  She wiped them
away with her free hand while continuing the rhythmic motions with the
other.

   Jill slipped a finger inside herself, then another.  Her fingers now
occupied the place where the candy cane was earlier.  I tried to recall the
taste of her insides as I watched her finger herself.

   "Fuck," Jill said.  "This feels so good." She closed her eyes, letting
herself get absorbed into the moment.

   I listened intently to the squish of her fingers against her wet
interior.  The lower half of her brown landing strip glistened with her
juices.  It took every ounce of willpower I had not to dive in and offer my
tongue in assistance.

   "I'm coming," Jill announced quickly.  "Oh God, I'm fucking coming. 
Fuck, fuck, fuck.  Ahhhhhhh." She followed one long moan with another.

   Just like the night before, I felt a hand grip my thigh, this time a
little higher.  Unlike the night before, I could at least see who it was
this time.  Jill squeezed my leg tight with her left hand as her right hand
continued to plunge into her vagina.  She cried out once more in ecstasy
before coming down from her pleasure plateau.

   "That was fucking intense," she said, opening her eyes and releasing her
grip on my leg.  "I needed that."

   "Your turn, baby," Lisa said.

   "Yeah," Jill said.  "Let yourself come."

   It didn't take long.  I stroked harder and faster, and I felt the warmth
building in my balls.

   "Shit," I said.  "I forgot to grab some tissues.  Can one of you get
some for me?"

   "Nope," Lisa answered.  "It's okay.  I'll clean you up after."

   "Yeah," Jill said.  "I want to see you come all over yourself."

   I did as I was told, not that I really had a choice.  After a few
forceful strokes, the orgasmic dam burst.  I shot pump after pump of thick,
white cum all over my chest.  I grunted as my balls emptied their contents
onto my sternum.  Jill looked on in amazement as I collapsed into the couch
cushions.

   "I'll grab some tissues for you, Johnny," Lisa said.

   "Thanks, honey," I replied.  I sat as still as I could, my penis still
throbbing from the day's events, in hopes that the sticky fluid wouldn't
run off of my body.

   Lisa returned quickly and wiped the cum off of me.  She dropped the
soiled tissues in a trashcan by the couch.

   "That was an insane amount of cum," Jill said.  "Just wait until you two
want to have kids, sis.  If it's anything like what I just saw, he'll have
you so full that you'll be pregnant in no time."

   The three of us chuckled together, knowing full well that that's not
exactly how it works but not caring to get into the scientific details of
procreation.

   "Pizza, anyone?" Lisa asked.

   "Please," Jill replied as Lisa put slices onto our plates.

   "I need a minute," I responded.

   "Take your time," Lisa said.

   "You earned it," Jill added in agreement.

   Lisa pressed play on the rom-com of the night.  I sat there, partially
consumed by the couch cushions, soaking up views of the two naked women
sitting next to me while I gradually regained my stamina.

   This had to be the strangest holiday season I could remember, but it was
already the most enjoyable by far.  I could only imagine what the next few
days would bring.  It was going to be a Christmas for the ages.  I just
hoped I could last until then.