"So mean," she said. "After all he did for you, when it was his turn he had to use his own hand? You didn't even use your hand on him? So mean!"
"I was tired," I answered, "but if you think it's so mean, maybe you should just go ahead and do it yourself. Put your hand where your mouth is. He seems to like it when you do it." I was pulling a bit of a mock snarky / jealous tone. Sue is very attractive to males and knows it. But my tone was in fun and she knew it. Despite "playing for the other team", Sue has assisted me in these wifely chores before. Once most notably with david nude in front of the kitchen sink and Sue with rubber gloves, dish soap, a finger up his anus, and the other rubbing his dick! One of her more memorable Christmas gifts for david.
Sue is a fun sister to have around!
Picking up on my teasing tone, Sue said "Well maybe I will. If you can't seem to find the energy to jerk off your husband, you clearly need help in that department."
Sue does genuinely enjoy dominating david with me, and she enjoys the mechanics of making a male squirt.
"Fine." I said. "We'll go to my place after dinner and you can take care of that right away, since you feel so sorry for him."
"Fine." She said.
Looks like david would be getting a handy from my sister!
Despite the teasing nature of the conversation, we both knew Sue was doing me a favour. david really fantasizes about things like this, and I love indulging him on the rare occasions that circumstances safely permit, and Sue is currently all we've got in terms of extra-curricular help in that regard (I know, I need to work on that, and will!).
The whole thing was in the back of my mind all through dinner, and I was anxious to get the check (I bought this time around - thought it was the least I could do). david would be so thrilled!
We got home and I called for david. We greeted and he said "hi Sue", a little sheepishly. He is always now a little sheepish around Sue. I mean, Sue has seen david in the most compromising situations imaginable: in lingerie, nude, jerking off, getting an enema, spanked, bent over for a strapping, giving head, and receiving hard anal intercourse from me. She's seen it all, and she's dished out a fair measure as well. No wonder my boy is a little sheepish around her!
I started right in: "david, I told Sue about our bedroom adventures a few nights ago. She feels sorry for you that all you got was to jerk off. I think you were lucky to get to cum at all, but Sue feels differently."
Sue nodded her head in sympathy.
"So Sue's offered to give you a hand job herself." I continued. "Would you like that david? Would you like if Sue were to give you a hand job?"
david looked a tad unsure of himself, but did the politically correct thing: "Ummm... Well is that ok with you, Julie?"
"Yes it is ok with me, david" I answered. "But would you like that? Answer the question."
david plucked up his courage and answered simply "yes Ma'am." He didn't know the consequences, but he wasn't about to give this up either!
"How naughty of you!" I said. "I think we may have to have a talk later about you 'liking' having a woman other than your wife doing something like that to you."
david looked a bit worried. he knew that this kind of "talk" would likely involve a very painful application of strap oil to his rear end and thighs. It's not that I mind sexy things like this hand job happening, it's more that regardless, after an experience of this kind a husband needs to be reminded of to whom he belongs. But that was for after. First, the main event: a sexy hand job from his sexy sister-in-law!
"Well we may as well get started," I continued. "david, go upstairs, get undressed, use the toilet if you need to, and washup with the washcloth. Then get out the lube, the baby oil, a pair of latex gloves, and your little vibrating bum toy. Is it charged up?"
"yes ma'am"
"Good. Then stick it in and turn it on full blast." Then I turned to Sue and said "he cums quicker with it in, and I wouldn't want to tire out your wrist."
"Ha!" she said, "little chance of that!" referring either to her excellent physical fitness, her hand jobbing technique well-learned during high school and beyond, or to david's tendency to be a bit overly speedy in that regard (although he has been getting longer of late...), I'm not sure which.
"Then, david," I continued, "I want you to set up the spanking chair facing the bed, and then lie down on the bed on your tummy, within reach of that chair, with lots of pillows under your hips."
"yes ma'am," he said, acknowledging my detailed instructions. I've been doing this for a while, and I know how I want things.
"You make sure that your bum is high and your little package is hanging out behind and your thighs are clamped together. You keep your head buried in the covers the whole time this is going on, do you understand? I don't want you making lovey eyes at Sue while she's doing this. Got it?"
"yes ma'am" he said.
"And when you're in position and ready, you yell out 'This slut is ready for her hand job, Ma'am', over and over again until we come in. understand?"
"yes ma'am".
"Off you go."
david scurried up to the master bedroom to do as he was told and I poured Sue and myself a glass of david's vintage port.
Sue commented on my detailed instructions to david, and how impressed she was. I told her that I knew how I wanted things done, but was everything ok with her? She said everything was perfect. That she likes that I'm in control of the situation.
She asked if he would be getting a spanking for wanting the hand job from her? I told her he would be, but it would come later on in the week, and it would be a doozy. Not as hard as the time he got that blowjob, she hoped, referring to the time we played with Sue's then live-in partner who had a fantasy of being "made to" give a man she had deliberately teased a blowjob.
I got a teeny tiny bit carried away after that one, even though I had consented and had even enjoyed the scene, and strapped his ass black and blue before giving him a punishment fucking that had him begging for me to stop in front of the two of them. oops!
Before too long we heard the cry from upstairs:
"This slut is ready for her hand job. This slut is ready for her hand job. ..."
I got up, but Sue motioned me down and asked how many times should we let him say it before we went upstairs?
It was Sue's rodeo, so I said as many times as she wanted. So Sue held out her glass for a refill while david continued repeating his phrase over and over again:
"This slut is ready for her hand job. This slut is ready for her hand job, Ma'am. Julie, Sue, this slut is ready for handjob!! Please! This slut is ready for her handjob! ..."
He kept repeating it until he fell into a monotonous rythm, and Sue smirked at me as she sipped at her port wine and we enjoyed a moment of silence between us as we listened to david beg continuously for his relief.
After I'm not sure how much time we put down our glasses and went upstairs to david.
"This slut is ready for her hand job. This slut is ready for her hand job. This slut is ready for her hand job..."
"That will do, david." I said, and he stopped.
He also turned his head and looked at us. I jumped over to him, grabbed his hair, and smushed his face straight down into the bedsheets and said "What did I tell you about looking at us? You keep your head down the entire time or I will send Sue straight home. Do you understand me?"
"yes mumph" he said, mumbling his words as I kept his head pressed hard into the bedsheets.
Sue then went into action.
"Well what have we here?" She said, patting david on the ass and jiggling his vibrating butt plug in his hole. "It looks we have a very, very naughty boy."
She then put on the latex gloves, picked up the liquid lube eschewing the baby oil, and dribbled it from high up all up and down and over his cock shaft, tip, and balls. She put away the lube, and sat on the chair facing her task. She put her left hand on his low back and ass cheeks, and used her right to massage the lube into his private parts.
Here is the scene, pretty accurately portrayed by my lill sketch slut:
david had by now become very hard and was wiggling his bum in little spasms and sticking it up high in the air. Sue moved her other hand from his low back, to his ass cheeks, to his plug, and to his balls, squeezing them gently and massaging them. I perched on the bed and was enjoying the show. It's not every day you get to see your husband treated in such a way by your sister!
I find the treatment to be quite demeaning to him, if you know what I mean? All he is, really, is a set of cock and balls, rubbed by my sister, who is not even into men, until he loses all control and squirts. Meanwhile he's humping the pillows, sticking his plugged ass up higher in that air, waving it around and begging for it like a little slut. totally demeaning to him. Totally objectified. And I love it!
"Are you liking this?" She asked him rhetorically. "You're a naughty boy for liking this. Are you going to get a spanking from Julie afterwards for liking this. Huh? You better be enjoying this, because Julie is going to give you such a bad spanking afterwards..."
david moaned and raised his ass even higher.
"Look!" said Sue, "he wants his spanking!"
She continued, "and does mean old Julie not do this for you often enough? Huh? Is that it? Well I think you're a very nice husband to Julie, especially in the bedroom, who from time to time deserves a little more than just to be allowed to jerk himself off. Is that right? Are you a good husband to Julie? Do you deserve to get a hand job every now and then?
david moaned like a little tramp, and Sue slowed down momentarily and bent his cock upwards to show me the engorged head of his penis and a dribble of clear pre-cum oozing from his tip.
She went back to rubbing him. david moaned more loudly and shot his hands underneath the pillows to jack-knife himself higher.
"Are you ready to cum?" Asked Sue.
"Oh yeah!" replied david.
"Well, then ask Julie if you may be allowed to cum," said Sue as she eased off the rubbing and teased his drippy cock.
"Please Julie!" Said david a little frantically, please may I cum, Julie?!?"
"I'm not the one rubbing your dick," I said, "ask Sue if you can cum."
"Please, Sue," said david, "please may I cum now???"
"You may cum now, baby." Said Sue.
She continued rubbing, but david did not cum right away. I guess the asking for permission slowed him down. Sue encouraged him: "Who's a good boy? Who's a good husband to my sister? Who licks my sister's pussy whenever she wants it? Is that you, baby? Is that you who's such a good husband?"
Darned right he is, or else his ass would be belt whipped black and blue!
And along that line of questioning david completely disgraced himself, shooting his steamy white load out his penis tip and all down the backs of his legs and thighs.
Sue squeezed the last bits out and shook his cock onto the backs of his legs.
"Was that fun?" She asked david.
"Oh yes Ma'am," he said, remembering to keep his head buried.
I went to the bathroom to run the warm water and wet a washcloth. I came back with some toilet paper, the warm washcloth and a small dry towel, and started cleaning him up as Sue watched. I stopped the vibrating butt plug and gently pulled it out.
"Here," said Sue, reaching over to spread his ass cheeks so I good use some toilet paper in there and then the warm washcloth on his nicely spread hole.
Between Sue and I he got the "royal treatment": a warm washcloth and vigorous drying off with the towel afterwards all over his most private and still highly sensitive parts!
And that was that for the evening.
And yes, david was punished a a few days later to remind him where the favours and the punishments come from. It was with hairbrush and belt, with a special concentration to his tender inner thighs. He also had to jerk himself off to a very quick clock, the punishment for failing to cum being another whipping on those sensitive inner thighs. My my, but if that didn't just go on for two hours like that, with him having to start from limp each time because of how hard I whipped him between! He was sooo sore the next day, it was funny watching him getting up and walking. But I'll blog about that in more detail next time. 'Till then!
