Borrowing My Twin’s Husband For Dinner With My Parents

There are certain advantages to being an identical twin.

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My life changed forever the day I tricked my twin sister’s husband into doing me in our laundry. The seduction wasn’t particularly difficult, we’re identical twins and my sister is a bit of a slut.

Not that I can talk, I put on her lingerie and bent over the laundry hamper as he was walking back from his study one night. I’m not a horrible sister, I’ve just had to put up with listening to him bang my sister’s brains out every night for years and I wanted my turn.

Tim had worked out pretty quickly what I’d done, but that didn’t stop him using me hard and filling me to the brim. My sister found out and, in the weeks, since we’d swapped hubbies but it was clear Mike couldn’t keep up with Tim. So while I enjoyed her hubby’s mammoth weapon, Dava was amusing herself with my hubby in her own way.

Turning him into her private plaything. She’d pegged him and locked him in a cage. Only letting him out when she wanted to have some fun with him.

Meanwhile, I’d borrowed her hubby for dinner with my parents. They’d invited Dava and Tim to dinner, so I wore one of her tiny black leather miniskirts, a tank top and heels. After all, if I was pretending to be my sister, I needed to dress the part. Dava took great pleasure in torturing our ultra-conservative parents.

One of her favorite ways of doing this was to see what mischief she and Tim could get up to during dinner. The more uncomfortable she made them, the happier she was.

Tonight I planned to play her part. The thought of doing it with my sister’s hubby right under my parent’s nose already had me horny as hell. I rang the doorbell.

“You know, you should keep an eye on Dava,” Tim whispered as we waited.

“Why?” I asked, shifting from one foot to the other.

“Because she’s always wanted a plaything,” Tim replied. “And she’s having fun pushing Mike’s boundaries.”

“Mike’s a big boy,” I replied. “He can say no anytime he wants.”

“That’s the thing,” Tim laughed. “Who’s going to say no to Dava? No man I’ve ever met. The harder she gets him, the more malleable he’ll be. First she pegs him, then we cuck him. Who knows what she’ll do to him next.”

I laughed, but I could sense his concern. I squeezed the front of his trousers. “You let me worry about my hubby. You think about what you’re going to do with this before we go home.”

“You’re determined to carry through on that, huh?”

“My sister’s hubby under my parent’s nose. It’s the ultimate forbidden fruit. If we weren’t standing in the front yard I’d have you bend me over that chair and take me here and now.”

The thought of what Dava might be doing to my hubby may or may not have added to my arousal.

The door swung open. My father, Bill stood there smiling. At least he was until he saw just how short my skirt was. It was a pretty stark contrast to his slacks, open collared shirt and cardigan vest that accountants liked to wear.

“Dava, Tim, come on in. Dinner’s almost on the table.”

I clutched Tim’s hand in mine and dragged him inside. We were halfway down the hall when Tim stopped. “Are these paintings new?”

Dad stopped next to the hand-painted depictions of several beautiful floral arrangements.

“Good eye, Tim,” my father pointed to the paintings. “Julie’s been spending a lot of time at art class these last few months, she’s getting rather good.”

While my father pointed to the paintings, Tim’s hand slid beneath my skirt. Fondling my ass, for a moment before sliding deeper, his fingers teasing along my thong until they brushed against my sex.

“She’s very talented,” Tim agreed, pulling back his hand as I tried my best to thrust back against it. He swatted my ass causing my dad to turn.

All I could do was smile. This was even better than I’d anticipated.

We carried on down the hall, my mother was still fussing about in the kitchen. She wore a light summer dress, worn just below the knee. Conservative, just like dad. How they’d given birth to two sluts like me and Dava was beyond me.

Maybe the uptight upbringing had only added fuel to the fire that always burned inside us.

“Dava,” my mother called, cocking her head to the side. “So good to see you.”

She embraced me, and then Tim in turn, lingering a little in his arms. Or perhaps I was imagining things.

“Dinner smells incredible,” I said, pulling Tim toward the table.

“It’s butter chicken,” my mother replied. “Your father’s favorite.”

I tried not to laugh. Butter chicken was about as adventurous as my dad got.

We all sat down to dinner, mom said grace and the second she started I unzipped Tim’s pants. She finished and I managed a smile as I started stroking my sister’s hubby.

Tim reacted swiftly. No doubt the taboo nature of our mischief was helping him along. Tim enjoyed taking things that didn’t belong to him. He’d enjoyed cuckolding Mike in our own bed. Now he was going to take me in my parent’s house.

I shivered in anticipation.

The second we finished dinner, we helped clear up. And then I excused myself to the bathroom. I didn’t bother locking the door. A minute later, Tim slipped in after me.

I dropped to my knees. I couldn’t wait a moment longer.

Tim grinned in triumph, pulling his cock out. It was magnificent.

My parents were only thirty feet away. I grabbed it with both hands and guided him into my willing mouth.

Tim placed his hands on the back of my head, thrusting deeper into my mouth. He was hard with need and was clearly past waiting. It was less of a blowjob and more Tim using my mouth for his sexual pleasure. I slid my fingers beneath my skirt and teased myself, feeding my arousal as a mix of saliva and precum ran down my chin.

“Enough,” Tim growled. “Bend over that sink!”

My sister’s hubby lifted me with one hand and bent me over the bench. I looked in the mirror as he reached under my miniskirt and pulled my thong down to my knees.

Then, just like he had in the laundry, Tim took me from behind. Each thrust sent a spasm of pure bliss through me. He was so much bigger than my husband it defied belief.

“That’s it, Tim. Harder, baby!” I begged.

He grabbed my hips and went to town, the sound of his thighs slapping against my ass filled the little bathroom. I stared into the mirror at the ecstasy on my face and wondered why I had waited so long to seduce him.

My sister’s hubby was using me like a toy right under my parent’s nose. I was so close to coming, I could barely breath.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whispered frantically.

Tim’s grin broadened. He was a man that took pride in his work. I watched him in the mirror, a voyeur to my own slutty behavior. I almost didn’t see the doorknob turning.

“Tim,” I hissed. “You didn’t lock the door.”

As much as the thought of getting caught turned me on, having my father walk in on Tim and I was a mood killer. Tim reached for the door, but was too slow.

It swung inward, my mother Julie stepped into the bathroom.

Her jaw dropped open.

Oh no. We were dead. Hopefully She’d just blame it on Dava’s usual level of misbehavior.

“Nina, what the hell are you doing?” My mother whispered, as she shut the door.

Correction. I was dead. Mom never swore, and in her books, hell was pure filth. Which made what I was doing the equivalent of a one-way ticket to hell.

Tim’s thrusts slowed but didn’t stop. He was clearly so worked up, he didn’t want to stop before he finished.

“How did you know it was me?” I raised myself off the bench, but still Tim kept thrusting away. The man had no shame.

“You’re my daughter,” she replied. “If you thought wearing your sister’s clothes and putting on that ditzy act was going to fool me, then clearly you’ve got something else on the brain.”

I did. Tim’s cock. And it was starting to get me into trouble.

Fortunately, that’s when my mother turned on Tim. “It’s bad enough that you and Dava misbehave while you’re under our roof. Have you got no respect? Nina’s married, and so are you.”

“Uh.” Tim clearly wasn’t in his best mind, stopping shy of his climax was clearly not something he was interested in, even if we had an unwanted spectator.

“Get out of my daughter,” my mother shook her finger at him.

He slowly withdrew. I couldn’t see him, but I could see my mother’s eyes bulge as all ten inches slowly eased out of me.

“Holy shit,” my mother whispered.

“Mom, language,” I gasped, turning to face her as she stared entranced at Tim’s cock.

“This explains a lot,” she whispered reaching for the door. With a flick she locked it.

She started toward Tim who just stood there like a deer in the headlights. My mother brushed me aside, and wrapped her left hand around his thick shaft.

“So this is the cock that has corrupted both of my daughters.”

What the hell was going on?

“They’ve certainly taken a liking to it.” Tim’s grin returned as he stole a look down the front of my mother’s dress.

Did he have no shame?

“I can see why,” she whispered, pushing him back against the bench.

Then my mother surprised us both. She dropped to her knees, opened her mouth and took more than half of it on the first bob. I watched transfixed as my mother blew my sister’s husband right in front of me. Within moments her nose was pressed against his abs as she deepthroated him.

Where had my mother learned to do that?

She slowly withdrew, smacked her lips together and looked up at me.

“Tastes like a naughty slut,” she mused. “One who isn’t going to say a word about this to her father.”

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