Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 04

"But not yet," he murmured, adding: "first kissing your cock-sucking mouth."

She chuckled as he did, his tongue thrusting between her lips, their tongues caressing. After a few moments, he retrieved it and murmured:

"Now I want to taste you. Tastes better."

"Hmm, I don't think so, not any more. ... Hm-hmm! But if you do, I sure want you to."

They chuckled again and turned to let her get on the table. He helped her up. She immediately dropped back on her elbows, smirking at him as she drew her thighs up and between them watched him drop to his knees. She snorted and let her thighs flop open, remarking:

"Utterly shameless! ... Lick my pussy; make me come."

He did, and not just licking her pussy, sharing their pleasure for tongue and asshole arousal. When his tongue returned to her pussy, she encouraged him, not just with appreciative moans, telling him how good it felt, their eyes meeting a couple of times. But then it was too good for words; she lay back flat on the table with a more aroused moan, clutching her breasts. He held her hips and looked forward to experiencing her orgasm, knowing it would be a juicy delight for him too. Her pelvis began to twitch, and then with whimpering moans she lost control of her body, her head and shoulders jerking up, as she wet his face with her hot pussy juice.

The moment her spasms stilled, he rose up and plunged his cock in her open pussy.

"Oh God!" she cried out, as her pussy clutched his cock, and then: "Oh, the devil!" a common Norwegian expression, as he began to fuck her, but she wasn't complaining; after only a few hard strokes, she was coming again. And then she reached up and drew him down over her. After fewer more thrusts of his cock than he expected, he came - stronger than he expected. But she wanted more, locking her feet behind his ass and rocking her hips up to meet the wet sounding slapping of his against them.

As he continued to fuck her, surprised by her so intense desire for more - at least as strong as any he had experienced with his daughters or wife - he wondered if it was from her deprivation or because she had a greater capacity for sexual arousal. Whatever? She wanted more, her clutching pussy wanted more, and made his cock want more. He wasn't sure if she came again - or more than once; they were both fucking so vigorously - before he finally came again, obviously together with her. Her pussy juice was running down his thighs, as she gasped a final time with a moaned and cried out: "Oh fuck! Enough!"

He slumped over her inert body with a nod, feeling her pussy squeeze his cock again, for a while, just aware of their stomachs rising and falling with their deep breaths and sighs. Finally, she murmured:

"Oh God, that was good! So good again!

[Apologies to attentive readers who recall that they fucked the same way in the morning. How could it be much different, any better?]

He nodded and kissed her, their tongues just mildly caressing for a moment. He rose up and helped her sit up, his cock slipping out of her pussy and dropping down. She snickered and murmured:

"I'm leaking again; from me or you?"

"Maybe more from you; I'd like that."

"Hm-hmm! And I'd like that it's more from you."

"Enough, more than I expected."

They chuckled, smirking at each other. Then with a wry expression, she asked:

"Are we funny or something, wanting to do it so much?"

"Hmm? Not funny, more like late starters, or a second youth, ... with Lisbet, too."

"Um-hmm, with her too, and that we both discovered that we like it together."

"Like I do, too."

"Nice," she agreed, stroking his cheek. Then she chuckled, wrinkling her nose, and said:

"'Second youth.' I like that. Hm-hmm! I feel like I imagine maybe your daughters do, doing it -- whatever, what all they're doing with their boyfriends. Hmm? Do they all with each other?"

"I'm not going to ask them, but probably, ... well, I could imagine that they could, sharing, like in the stories."

"Like you and Lisbet do."

"And you."

"More both of you sharing. ... Crazy!"

"Maybe. Maybe just not as unusual as one would think, if the authoress writes so much about it."

"Yes, we can blame her. Without the stories, this would never have happened, be happening."

"Is happening'," he confirmed.

She nodded, looking like she wanted to kiss him, or for him to kiss her. Before he reacted, she murmured:

"We shouldn't. Wash? Shower again?"

"I need one after that."

"Me too."

They smiled and went to the bathroom. Under the shower, they just rinsed each other. He fondled her breasts and then washed her pussy, and she washed his cock and balls. Their hands slid around and rinsed each other's asshole, almost embracing again, their bodies in contact from their thighs to her breasts on his chest. She looked up at him with a chuckle as her fingers did a little more than rinse, and his did the same, both of them smirking slightly. He snorted and murmured:

"This could become an excuse to kiss again."

"If we needed one, but I don't think we need to right now."

He nodded with a smile, and they let their hands slip back, but still held the other's hip close for a moment longer. She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower and handed him the towel he had used before - one of the two fresh towels she had put out before he arrived. Smiling at each other, they dried themselves. He murmured:

"You were probably right about the kissing, but I don't think she would mind, ... probably would assume it would happen, if she had thought beyond the table."

"Hmm! Probably, ... just still a little funny, wanting to, standing under the shower together like that - with another woman's husband - and, of course, after 'that'."

"But no question that she wanted 'that'."

"Hm-hmm! I guess not."

They smiled again. She had to dry her hair and reached for her hairdryer. He sat on the toilet and enjoyed watching her, enjoying watching how her breasts moved as she guided the hairdryer and brushed her hair up with her other hand. She smiled with a slight smirk, obviously aware of where his eyes were directed, and murmured:

"I like this too, having you watch me."

He glanced up at her face and replied:

"Hmm? Was I staring?"

"But I liked it, ... having someone - you - appreciate how I look."

"Very nice, ... and not just to be flattering after having been caught staring."

"Hm-hmm, and I like to look at you, too."

They both snorted with smiles and slight nods. When he spread his thighs a little, she snorted again with another nod and grin. They were silent until she finished drying her hair, just exchanging smiles when their eyes met after focusing elsewhere. As she turned off the hairdryer, she said:

"I think I can start preparing dinner now."

"Um-hmm. Can I help?"

"Set the table. Oh! Hm-hmm! Have to clean it up first."

They both chuckled and left the bathroom. They snorted at the sight of the slick areas on it and the floor where their juice had dried. She fetched a moist dishcloth and towel and began to wipe them, presenting him with a view of her pussy between her thighs as she stooped to wipe the floor. He snorted and remarked:

"Did I tell you that you have a pretty pussy?"

She snorted and turned her hips to the side, glancing back at him with a smirk and asking facetiously:

"Can't you think of anything else?"

"Hm-hmm! Guess not, ... at least, when I happen to see it."

"Hmm! Try to ... for a while. ... Aren't they all the same?"

She finished wiping the floor and stood up, waiting for his reply.

"Hm-umm. Not flattering to Lisbet, but, well, after a couple of kids .... Oh! She said you did, before we met."

"Hmm! She did?!"

"Um-hmm, she was right, not just wanting to make you sound attractive."

"Hm-hm-hmm! She had to talk you into joining us?"

"Not very hard; I was just dubious about how it would be."

"Not any more than I was. ... Hm-hmm! She didn't tell me about you, ... not like that."

She grinned and added: "Didn't have to."

They both snickered, and he followed her to the kitchen. She hung up the towel and rinsed the dishcloth, giving him a smirk, and then asked:

"Something to drink? Hm-hmm! We can get a little high, since you don't have to drive home."

"Um-hmm, good idea. Hmm? Might be all I can still do."

"And all I probably want after 'that'. I have wine for dinner, beer or aquavit now?"

"Aquavit, ... even if maybe I can then just talk about it."

"Hm-hmm! That would be nice, too. The bottle is in the freezer."

They grinned and chuckled. He got the bottle and she, glasses, not shot glasses. He poured them half full, and they said skaal and drank, almost emptying their glasses. They smirked at each other and she told him to set the table.

When he returned to the kitchen, her glass was empty. He emptied his. She nodded with a grin, and he replenished them. They grinned and drank, again not emptying them. They grinned at each other again with nods. She remarked:

"Enough, or I won't be able to cook, but you can refill your glass and go read the paper or something."

"Hmm, thanks, ... or remake the bed."

"Um-hmm! Nice."

He went off and did so, returning to find her glass empty again. She winked with a slight nod and smirk, but refused his gesture to refill it. He poured himself another half glass and then raised it in a silent toast to her and took a sip. They smiled, and she suggested again:

"Paper?"

"I'd rather stay here, ... to make sure you don't run off and get dressed."

"Hmm! Not likely. I told you that I like to stay like this on weekends, ... even just by myself."

"Um-hmm. ... Hm-hmm, and doing what?"

"Hmm?! Nothing as good as what we've done."

"I hope not."

"Just as good as I can, ... with the stories, ... and now, thinking about you and Lisbet."

"Not much help."

"Oh, better. ... Hm-hmm! Especially since she arranged this, ... letting my fantasies go wild."

"Mmmm! Mine too, a little. Hope they weren't too good."

"Hm-hmm! Better than it has been? No way!"

She gave him a grin and reached for his glass and took a sip, remarking:

"But that is the last one."

They grinned at each other, and he took a sip and leaned against the window sill. She snorted and remarked that it was good that the curtains were closed, and they chuckled. Then she suggested that he open the wine bottle.

He did, and for the next half an hour or so in silence, he enjoyed watching her cook, watching her moving unconcernedly naked in the kitchen. As he sipped his aquavit, he couldn't help but compare her figure with those of his wife and daughters - and those of the couple of girls he could remember. Hers was better than Lisbet's, but he knew that already; not really better, just that her breasts were still firmer, more like Britta's and Maren's very firm breasts. What were they doing? God, would they be surprised to know what he was doing?! Have to remember to give their greetings from their grandparents. Would they tell him what they had been doing; their friends probably with them since he left the house and until shortly before he returned home? Would they want to sleep with him when he returned home? Wouldn't they and he have had enough sex by then? Randi interrupted his thoughts with a glance and question:

"What have you been thinking about?"

He was glad that she turned back to her cooking, not seeing his slight blush as he replied:

"That you have a nice figure, and that I must remember to tell the girls greetings from Lisbet's parents, ... and then wondering what they are doing."

"Hmm?! With their boyfriends?"

"Um-hmm, ... not that a father should, ... any more."

"I guess not, if you know that they are."

"They are, ... pretty sure they both are with them."

"Oooh! All four of them together?"

"Um-hmm? Probably."

"Hm-hmm! We sure weren't like that."

"No."

"Hm-hmm! But we are now, pretty much."

She turned her head and smiled. He nodded, returning her smile, and they were silent again. After a few moments, she snorted and then asked softly:

"You mean ..., you think the girls do it with each other, too?"

"Hmm? I'm not going to ask, but if you and Lisbet do, ... and we like that you do. Hmm? Why shouldn't they? ... Not just because they are sisters."

"Hmm? I guess so. Wonder what their boyfriends think about that, ... if they do, ... if they know?"

"Hm-hmm! Probably don't mind, if they are like me; could spoil them for married life, though."

"Hadn't thought of that. Yes."

"But nice that we ..., well - Lisbet and I - have discovered it and that you are included."

"Very, thank you!"

She gave him a big smile. He nodded and replied:

"Thank Lisbet."

She nodded and returned to her cooking, while he thought that he should remember to tell Lisbet about the conversation to avoid her telling Randi that they knew too well what their daughters did. Then Randi was dishing up, and he helped carry the serving dishes to the table.

As they sat down, she glanced at where she had wiped away her pussy juice. With a snort, she remarked:

"It's never going to be the same again, seeing this table."

"Not for me, either."

They smirked slightly, and he poured the wine, while she put food on their plates. They said skaal and drank, smiling, and began to eat. He complimented her cooking, and they had a few more bites. Then she glanced at the end of the table again and without looking at him murmured:

"Hardly dinner table conversation, ... but now at this table, ... how can she ... or I, ... if we did 'that' again, join in?"

She ventured a shy glance over at him. He snorted with slight smirk, and then she smirked, nodding to confirm that she wanted a reply. He sniffed and smirked again, after a moment replying:

"Hmm? Well, sort of like when you two do it and I join in, except that one of you just has to enjoying licking."

"Of course. I like that, if something else follows."

"Didn't the writer have any suggestions?"

"Yes, I guess. Kind of forgot about her, thinking about the three of us. Oh, I guess we've really done it about every way we can, just not on the table."

"Lisbet's suggestion."

"I hope it was - is - as good with her that way."

"Oh, yes! But not twice on one day."

"Hmm? Maybe we shouldn't tomorrow."

He shrugged with a slight nod. She gave him a wry expression again and remarked:

"Oh, this is crazy, really! Talking like this about it all: my asking how else we could do it, hoping you had done it with your wife as well as you did with me. Just crazy!"

"I think so. Yes, sort of crazy, when you put it that way, not to mention our wondering what our daughters are doing with two friends - together."

"That too! I wonder what. A little crazy, my acting like I were their age. I feel a little like I am."

She smiled wryly. He nodded with smirk and replied:

"Nice, me too, but already with Lisbet."

"That's good. Skaal."

"Skaal."

They drank and smiled at each other, nodding. After a few more bites in silence, Randi looked up and said:

"Oh, you must tell her that we did it, like 'that', that it was very ... very good."

"Of course, ... but, ... hmm? ... maybe it would be better that you told her ... how good it was."

"Oh? Oh, of course. Even if it was her idea, kind of funny, your telling her that."

"Um-hmm, what I was thinking. ... Maybe you two should get together without me to find out if this has been a good idea."

"Um-hmm. ... But it has been."

"Um-hmm, is being, very, ... but ... you two should agree about that."

She raised her glass, and they confirmed their consensus, raising their glasses and drinking again with a silent toast. As they set down their glasses, he remarked:

"She'll ask how it was. I'll tell her that it was good, but that she should ask you how good."

"Hope she doesn't think that it was too good."

"Um-hmm."

They smiled. He refilled their wine glasses, and they ate for a while. Then Randi snorted softly and murmured:

"I can tell her that we figured out how it could be just as good for her."

"Hm-hmm! Since we can't do that at home with the girls around."

"Um-hmm!"

They grinned and raised their glasses again. As they were finishing their meal and having the last of the wine, he thanked her for the dinner. She said that it was nice that he liked it, and they emptied their glasses. As they stood up, she glanced at his cock and remarked:

"Funny! I sort of forgot that we were naked."

"Me too, even though I could see your nice firm breasts the whole time."

"Hm-hmm! And you forgot about the rest?"

"Really, ... but not any more."

"Even if we have maybe drunk a little too much?"

"Just not forgetting."

"Hm-hmm! My pretty pussy?"

"How could I? You want me to?"

"Just not to forget."

"Hm-hmm, if that's all. I'll help clean up."

They cleared the table and washed the dishes and pots and pans. When he had a hand free, he rubbed her back, or ass, or one of her breasts, when it was convenient. She occasionally rubbed his ass with a wet hand, and they exchanged smiles at their intimacies. He felt that his cock was hanging a little more loosely, but didn't look to check. She did, and let him know with a slight smirk - and it was then hanging even looser. When she had wiped the counter, they hung up the dishcloth and towel. She faced him, smiling with her breasts thrust out, and her hand dropped down and touched his cock, making it swing. She tapped it again with a smirk and murmured:

"Lisbet could have told me that you have a nice cock."

"Hmm! You said that she didn't need to."

"Um-hmm, but I think it is."

"Hm-hmm! Me too, but it's the only one I have."

"Uhmmm, only one I've had in a long time."

"We have all night and tomorrow."

"Um-hmm, but it's already night."

"I was thinking about later."

She tapped it again, it swung a little, but less than before; now fuller. She smirked slightly and murmured:

"But I think it thinks it's late enough."

As he snorted, her fingers slipped around his cock, filling her hand, and he murmured:

"If you think so, but you're still going to have to convince me."

"Hmmm! Nothing I would rather do. Maybe I have been thinking about it too much, washing dishes with my hands in the warm water."

"Hm-hmm! Is that what happens on the weekends?"

"Sometimes, thinking about what I can then do, making myself clean up first."

"Hm-hmm! Sounds like Pavlov's dogs."

"Um-hmm! But now I don't have to use just my fingers."

She squeezed his cock, now full enough to surge in her hand. He snorted and remarked:

"Maybe you're right, if you think it can."

She smirked and replied:

"If I suck on it?"

"Oooh! But don't expect that it could be like this morning, both ways."

"Hm-umm, just so that I know I can have it in my pussy."

"Hmm! You didn't used to talk like that."

"But now I do: I want to have your stiff cock in my pussy, in my wet pussy."

"I think it want's to be there, too."

"It does."

She released his cock and turned her hand and grasped it again, moving his skin back and forth. It surged again, now standing up by itself. He chuckled and murmured:

"Maybe you know it better than I do. Seems like you won't need to suck it."

"But I want to, want to suck your cock."

"Just remember that you want it - stiff - in your wet pussy."

"I think it is already."

"Oooh, nice. Maybe I should found out, ... and we just do that."

"Hmmm? But I want it - your stiff cock - in my wet pussy."

"Hm-hmm! It likes it either way, ... and I'm the guest here, so whatever you want."

"Uhmmm! Nice guest! With a nice cock. ... God, this is fun, being able to say just what I want. I want to suck your cock a little and then have it in my aroused pussy. It already is."