I was very close, emotionally and mentally, to a woman for over 10 years. Thanks to divorce, her two daughters have daddy issues to a nightmare level. While I was deeply in love with their mother, it was requited only in word, she never had any intention of the things she said she wanted with me. I trust their mother as far as I could throw her even if I saw her, which she only allowed with the girls in tow never alone. Even though I developed a genuine low level loathing for the woman, I never let it show with the girls, who are now in their early 20s and late teens. I continue to talk to them nearly daily as they try to adjust to growing up, I never had anything but caring and compassion for them both, and it was not a total surrorgate/replacement father situation at all. I still saw them very rarely. Two months ago the oldest texted me and asked me to drop by she needed to talk. But when I entered she closed the door and strode a few steps away from me and held my eyes qith hers as she shed what little she was wearing. My face burned and I managed to choke out the question of where was and what about her live in boyfriend. She replied that he was on a dudes road trip for the weekend. Then she told me to follow her and she would gladly give me in her words what her mother should have given me a long time ago. She lay beautifully n*** and watched me undress and grow hard with just the view. I knelt to lower my face between her thighs and taste her but she told me no and pulled me up and said “another day for that” and I gasped as she guided mw into her warm wet and ready. We lovingly and luxuriously fucked for hours, me atop her each time and her warm and tangled around me and encouraging. When I was finally spent and empty,I lay beside her stroking my fingertips from her cheek down to her knees over and over unable to process this or what I had just experienced. She told me her mother was coming over later and I should probably go but if I was willing I would be invited back. How could I not be.

Flash forward a month. We had been together two additional times and she texted me and asked if she could drop by. This was new and of course I agreed. When I opened the door it was both sisters. The eldest just smiled at me snd turned and left, saying she would be in touch later. The younger walked in and simply said that it was her turn, and slipped out of her dress to show that she was wearing nothing underneath. The only words were her telling me not to worry it was not her first time and she wanted precisely what her sister got. I mounted her and my last words were to tell her to take me in her hand and show me she was ready. She was. As I slid in fully she gasped but asked me not to stop until her sister came back to pick her up. It was hours.

Later the eldest texted me and asked if she could come by in a few days when I was not so empty. When she did come by she said I should be grateful she was willing to share with her baby sister occasionally. By a month later she had been back more than once herself and dropped her sister off a couple of times. The eldest, two days ago as she lay on my chest, told me that her sister had asked about a 3some, but she had told her that sharing sometimes was not the same as being there actively sharing and that she was too jealous for that . Why would I complain about that limitstion.