The meal went well; we talked, we laughed. Charlie proved to be a fount of wonderful stories and gossip. I almost forgot that I was sitting next to my...blonder, younger twin sister. Almost, but not quite. Every glance down at my food brought me a glance at my cleavage, and I was still not quite used to that. Also, while Rebecca (or Becky, as she wanted me to call her) was aware of who I was, she still kept looking at me funny, her mouth slightly open, always on the verge of asking me a question.. "And your approach was supposed to be better than mine?" What's that supposed to mean?" Jack asked, as he looked down on his two lovers. He tried to look forceful and authoritative, but they all knew he was a softy. "What are you two up to?" We think you should have sex with Brianna," Abigail blurted out."Abigail!" Allison hissed.Jack stood frozen, his jaw open. He wasn't sure he heard his wife correctly."Oh, close your mouth, Jack," Abigail said, with another eye roll.He closed his mouth, but. Think this every time. Abandon him in an unfinished story. But I can’t. I want to suck the life out of him.I lean over, dip my head and paste my tongue in crazy surges over his cock, making it loll around his lap, exploring every escape until I anchor it with my teeth. I tease, violently, with my tongue-tip. He sighs, and from that sound I can extrapolate, imagining us as lovers and how he’d hold me and say my name intimately. He doesn’t know me, of course. None of them do. In the moment of. Nightclothes weren’t on the agenda as we took the remnants of our nightcap to the king bed and sat against the headboard.I asked, “Apparently you have an unusually open-minded husband.”“He’s got diabetes and can’t get hard often enough to satisfy me, so I have expanded my horizons. I love him very much though, and any outside sex is just that.”We got acquainted with more conversation for a while before getting sleepy.She offered, “Would you like a blowjob? I have ‘sore snatch syndrome’ right.