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Barbara and I live in the Midwest and have been married for over 27 years. Our sexual urges lately have been less than news worthy. If we do it more than once a month, I'm amazed. She is still quite attractive, with a striking figure for a woman of 50: ash blonde, 5 ft.5, and well endowed with a beautiful set of 34D's. Over the years though she seems to have lost most of her desire for the crazy sex we used to have. At least I thought so, until Sandy's last visit.

Sandy is Barb's younger sister by 6 years. She lives on the west coast with her husband and two kids. In her younger years, Sandy had a reputation of being quite a party girl. Back then, she was often 'the party'. Not to say she would jump in the sack with every asshole, but she did sow her share of wild oats. Sandy is tall, probably 5'10*quot; in her stocking feet. She has an attractive shape with long legs that gone on forever. Not much up front, maybe 34B. Her olive complexion and sexy face sets her off from Barb.

With the difference in height and looks, you'd never guess they were sisters, until you heard them both cackle. They share an unmistakable laugh. Sandy is married to a total domineering asshole that demeans and controls her life. Just another case of abuse where the wife and kids are sublimated and seemingly trapped, at least until the kids leave the roost. Until then, when Sandy and the kids come for a visit, its time to party. Her last visit was no different in that respect. The 'warden' pardoned her, and it was her turn to find the old fun-loving Sandy again. What made the last visit different is what this story is about.

I usually don't have much to do with Barb's relatives, except when Sandy shows up. I think she feels such a sense of release being away from her asshole husband, that she often lets it all hang out when she is at our place. On this particular visit she had left the kids at home, so she was even friskier than normal. After catching up on the day-to-day BS from out west, Sandy was ready for drinks. I knew this was inevitable and kept a fresh stock of beer and liquor on hand when she was in town. Barb also seems to toss more down when Sandy's in town. This always makes for more outrageous fun. After 5 or 6 beers the girls are getting pretty lit.

I put on some music and the three of us started dancing up a storm. A series of fast songs just about wore us out. The next couple of songs were the slow, romantic type. I grabbed up Barb and started swaying with the mood. It wasn't long before Sandy came up from behind me.

*quot;Oooh, Barb, let's make a Donny sandwich!*quot;

This is all in fun, of course. Sandy pressed against my back with her front harder and harder. Barb's hands were around my neck in front and Sandy's izmir escort hands were on my hips in back. I could feel Sandy's tits pressing hard on my back and Barb had become amorous too. She's rubbed her 34D's against my chest and kneed me between my legs. The song ended and we sat down together on the couch with me in the middle. We sat and drank a while and Sandy mentioned something about a game called 'Guess What'. Knowing Sandy, I assumed this would be a drinking game. I was not disappointed.

The rules were fairly basic. One of us is blindfolded and the other two feed you different foods or make you feel different textures. The blindfolded person has to guess what it is. If you guess wrong three times, you have to take a shot of tequila. If you guess right three times, your turn is over. We all agreed to play and Sandy decided to be blindfolded first. Barb and I went into the kitchen and raided the frig and pantry for some weird foods. Each of us took turns letting blindfolded Sandy taste things like fruit, grain sugar, and butter. She was either really good at this game, or she wasn't near drunk enough. She got all three things right the first time. Next up is Barb. Sandy blindfolded her and then quickly pulled me into the kitchen.

*quot;Listen Donny, you must use more imagination. It doesn't all have to be about food,*quot; she said.

I nodded my head, but wasn't quite sure what she meant. When we got back to Barb, Sandy motioned to me to take off my shirt. She had Barb lick my shoulder. Barb couldn't guess what it was.

*quot;Now I see what you mean, Sandy!*quot; I said, like a bolt from the blue.

*quot;You ain't seen anything yet.*quot; Sandy said, with a wink.

We had Barb in the hot seat for about 20 minutes. Needless to say, she's got fairly wasted on the tequila. This is a good thing. Barb is more reserved than Sandy -a lot more, actually. This loosened her up enough for more fun. Finally, Barb figured out her third puzzle and, it was my turn.

Barb put the blindfold around my head, but in her tipsy state, didn't do the best job of it. If I tried hard, I could barely see who was who. The first puzzle: Sandy held out both her palm and Barb's. I had to lick each and say which palm was which. Well, I got it wrong. Just to see what this type of play this could lead to.

*quot;Oh Donny, you're so wrong! Let's try something else,*quot; said Sandy.

Barb was giggling by now, so I knew they were up to no good. They left me for a while. When they came back I could see through my blindfold. They had both taken off their tops. My next puzzle was 'which bra strap was who's?' Well I got that wrong too, darn. How unlucky am I? I noticed the game had turned its focus from 'Guess What' alsancak escort to 'Guess Who', and I was going to be the designated guesser.

I could see the girls were slowly stripping off clothes, as they had me touch and taste different parts of their bodies: knees, hips, and tummies. Every once in a while I would guess one puzzle right, just to make sure they didn't suspect I could see through the blindfold. They finally got down to their bras and panties and were beginning to feel a bit self-conscience, with me being clothed.

Sandy had me stand up and they both stripped me down to my shorts. They were still giggling like schoolgirls. I was starting to get aroused. Barb could see my boner peeking out of my shorts and admonished me mildly.

*quot;Now put that nasty thing away. Nobody wants to see that,*quot; she said.

*quot;Well I do! Lets see if he is any good at Kiss