This concludes the anecdote started on 13 January and continued on 17 January: I’ve thought about what happened next many times in the intervening years and I think I now understand why the rest of the evening developed as it did. Jane and Rosemary had had something of a privileged upbringing which showed in the way they spoke and their refined behaviour. Jane worked in Knightsbridge and behaved impeccably all day. However, in the evenings she changed. She was the self proclaimed avante garde leader of our group. Outside work she wore skirts that were just too short or tops that were cut scandalously low. Among friends she would pepper her conversations with very strong language, which sounded really sexy in her private school accent. In short, Jane liked to be the centre of attention. I think my lascivious descriptions of Sonya’s body had offended her in some way. Perhaps more to the point I believe she felt jealous that her younger sister had had an experience that Jane hadn’t yet enjoyed herself. Regardless, she cut through the conversation about New Year’s Eve by turning to me and asking 'Well what are we waiting for? Come on, I think you should break out the cards’. It took a moment for her question to sink in. I went round the table and checked that everyone was up for a hand of strip poker. No one declined. ‘Game on!’ I thought, or words to that effect. We were still sitting at the table with Jane next to me, James next to my wife Rosemary and Matt next to Susan. We played to the rules we’d established on New Year’s Eve. Everyone bet on the first round so we all lost clothing, except Matt, who won the round. This time we all stayed in our seats as we removed the clothes we’d lost. Jane pulled her top over her head, wriggled out of her skirt and sat beside me in pretty white platform bra and pants, with her long legs crossed. True to form she kept bending over towards me as she spoke so that I couldn’t help looking down her cleavage at her pretty tits. My cock strained against my boxers and trousers. My head was so full of Jane that I lost track of the other people around the table. I folded immediately in the second round, as did Jane, so we managed to stay in the game, just. Still sitting, she held my gaze with hers, blew me a kiss, reached behind, unclasped her bra and very slowly lowered it to reveal her tits. I’d seen Jane’s tits before but that was irrelevant, I couldn’t take my eyes off them! They were absolutely gorgeous; not quite as big as Rosemary’s but with lovely puffy brown nipples which I was desperate to suck. I tried reaching under the table as I had earlier, but our chairs were a foot or so apart and she sat back in her seat with her legs crossed, too far away from me to make things interesting. We were, however, still sitting side by side just in our pants. I thought my cock would burst! Meanwhile, Susan and Matt had lost all their clothes. ‘Let’s go and dance’ said Matt, ‘I’m getting cold, just sitting here.’ Susan smiled at him, took his hand and stood up. WOW! She had a completely shaved pussy. That was very unusual back in the 70’s. Indeed it was the first I’d ever seen. I stared. That first vision of her svelte height, the long straight dark hair framing her face, her pert little breasts, pretty pink nipples, tiny waist, trim hips and shaven pussy will live with me for ever. I was transfixed. ‘We’re here too you know,’ said Jane after a while. I hadn’t even noticed that they’d been waiting for me to play. Still thinking of Susan I quickly folded, as did Jane. That just left two players, James and my wife, so they had to show their hands. They argued over who had the winning hand. After some altercation they agreed that they both might as well get naked too, without further ado. I’m pretty sure that had been Rosemary’s aim all along; she must surely have realised that she hadn’t won the hand. By this time James was openly staring at Rosemary and I took a furtive look at Jane’s neatly trimmed dark bush as she slipped her panties off beside me. It didn’t seem to me that her pussy lips were any more visible from the front than other women’s, but I didn’t remind her of our earlier conversation. She took my hand and we followed James and Rosemary, who already had their arms wrapped around each other, into the lounge. The lights were dim so Matt and Susan were bathed in firelight. They were dancing close, very close! They were roughly the same height and it crossed my mind that his cock might already be snuggled into Susan’s pussy. Matt’s hands were on Susan’s ass pulling her into him and the way she gently swayed her hips as they continued kissing certainly suggested that I might be right. If he wasn’t fucking her already, he must have been very close to it! Their respective spouse’s seemed not to notice. I took Jane in my arms and we started moving slowly to the music too. She kissed me, probing my mouth with her tongue. Her hips were pressed hard against my dick and those lovely tits were grazing my chest. For some time I could think of nothing except her skin against my skin, her lips crushing mine and her liquid tongue fucking my mouth. When I finally managed to open my eyes, Matt was leading Susan from the room, his erection speaking volumes about what was on his mind. It was the last we saw of Matt and Susan until the morning. Rosemary had pushed the furniture back earlier in the day to make more space in front of the fire. As Jane and I shuffled around, James led Rosemary to a chair, sat down and pulled her onto his lap. Her hand immediately strayed to his dick and began gently massaging it. He played with her pussy for a while and then gently slipped two fingers into her. By now my hands were firmly gripping Jane’s ass pulling her against my groin. She stepped slowly forward, pushing me backwards until the back of my legs struck the sofa. At that, she broke from our embrace and pushed me in the chest with both hands so that I sat down, abruptly. With a grin she knelt between my knees. Jane gave head better than anyone I’ve ever met. She was incredible! She wanked me with her hands and by turns used her tongue, lips, teeth, tits and throat. She sucked, licked and occasionally smacked my stiff cock on her breasts. She was the first person ever to deep throat me. I was in heaven! I opened my eyes to find that James was now on his back in front of the fire and Rosemary was astride him, about to guide his cock up into her waiting pussy. ‘Stop’ I cried to Jane, knowing that if she carried on I wouldn’t be able to hold back. A familiar pressure was building up in my groin and if she didn’t stop soon it would be too late. Far from stopping she redoubled her efforts. I implored her to stop again so that I could fuck her, but when she worked a hand between my legs and pushed a finger up my ass she took me beyond the point of no return. I pumped into Jane’s mouth for what seemed to be an age. She didn’t flinch, swallowed then gave me a big grin. ‘Yummy’, she murmured. I felt the euphoria that comes after sex and sat back on the sofa with Jane’s legs across my lap, idly playing with her pussy lips while we watched Rosemary bring James off. She was still astride him but now she was resting her weight on her hands. By keeping her knees planted either side of him and pushing her thighs up and down she was rapidly pumping James’s cock with her pussy. He responded by favouring her ass with resounding smacks from time to time. They came more or less together. Rosemary came first with the moans and sighs I’d grown to love, then John screwed up his face and went absolutely rigid. After a considerable pause they both lay back breathing hard. I felt like applauding! The music had finished and as I relaxed with Jane sprawled across me we became aware of a rhythmic knocking sound. The sound took a few minutes to sink in, but it soon dawned on me; the headboard of the spare room bed was banging against the wall. Jane grinned across at James. ‘It rather sounds like Matt’s getting a fucking good work out,’ she said. James grinned back. I lay back cursing my own impetuousness and stupidity. I’d missed the chance to fuck Sonya on new Year’s Eve and it seemed I’d just blown my chances of fucking Jane too. Why, oh why hadn’t I just fucked her when I had the chance? Why did I let her suck me off rather than fucking her? We lay there quietly listening to the increasing pace of the knocking from upstairs. I envied Matt’s stamina and cursed my luck. Eventually, when the noise upstairs had subsided Jane said, ‘Let’s go to bed’. I waited gloomily for the inevitable let down. Then she added, looking at her sister, ‘Rosemary, would you and James like the main bedroom or can Brian and I have it?’ Yes! I couldn’t believe my ears! ‘Brian and I.....’Perhaps, my yearning would finally be satisfied after all! My prick started to rise in anticipation. Result! ‘That’s OK, you and Brian can have the main bedroom, James and I will use the spare room.’ replied Rosemary. We had a three bedroom house at that time, but only the master bedroom had an en suite bathroom. I was so excited I started trembling. Rosemary was on side too! And so we all went to bed..... Jane was breathtaking, in every sense imaginable. Sex with her was by turns erotic, exciting, exotic, athletic, tender and even sometimes funny. My wife Rosemary was really fantastic in bed and it turned out that her sister Jane was equally good , maybe even slightly better, though I shouldn’t say it. In hindsight I’m astonished that two sisters could differ so much in their sexuality. Rosemary was quite selfish and sexually aggressive in pursuit of her own gratification. Sex with her was always a highly erotic, physical adventure of which she was always in charge. Jane, on the other hand focussed all her activities on pleasuring her man. She knew how to use every part of her anatomy to please him and she seemed to get off on her partners satisfaction. We fucked all night. (Oh to be young again!). Whenever I started to doze, I was woken by eager hands and lips. I recall her lying on top of me full length, fucking my mouth with her tongue as she ground her pussy into my groin. I remember pumping into her as she lay on her back with her ankles on my shoulders so that my cock could penetrate deeper into her. She told me that she’d once made Matt come just by flexing her pussy muscles. We tried it for a while with her lying on top of me. The memory of her tight pussy contracting and relaxing around my cock makes me hard to this day. I didn’t come, probably because I was already pretty well shagged out. We fucked in every position we could think of that night and throughout it all Jane was generous, loving and tender. I can still hear the little mewling sounds she made whenever she reached orgasm. Shortly after six we finally closed our eyes, exhausted. Jane and I went down to breakfast around 10 o’clock. Susan and Matt were already in the kitchen and had made coffee and toast. Rosemary and James appeared shortly after us, looking tired. I expected to be embarrassed, but everyone seemed relaxed and we soon settled to breakfast as if nothing unusual had happened. Rosemary blew me a kiss across the table and after a while Matt stood behind Jane massaging her shoulders. Once we’d agreed that the previous evening had been fun we dropped the subject and didn’t discuss further details. As breakfast finished and our guests started to think about leaving we all confirmed that we wouldn’t tell another soul about our one-off mini orgy. Fortunately no one remembered that Rosemary and I had given that same undertaking to Peter and Sonya barely two weeks ago, on New Year’s day!