Martin and I usually went to bed about 10:30 and read or watched tv for an hour or so. Decky came over just after we got in bed. When she came in I slid my pillow over towards Martins and left room for Decky between us. It wasn’t totally tight. She got settled and we chatted about stuff. Martin was reading.
I reached over and slipped Decky’s gown up over the top of her hips. I pulled her shoulders towards me a little and pushed her stomach. She tilted back and up a couple of inches. By the look on her face she hit pay dirt. Buns on buns. I saw martin’s head turn our way a little then back but he didn’t move away.
After we chatted some more I put my fists together like buns and rotated them around a little. I saw the sheet move around Decky’s hips. Not much. She smiled and bit her lower lip. She liked it. I hoped Martin liked it.
The next evening Martin and I were home alone. He said, “I really don’t mind Decky getting in bed with us but I don’t know what to do. How to act. Just ignore her and read or what.”
I said, “She’s a sex pot isn’t she. Reminds me of me. If you’re uncomfortable let her know. Otherwise do what she does if you want to.”
“Well,” he said. “She didn’t have any pants on and her butt was rubbing against mine.”
“Martin,” I said. “If you liked it then take your shorts off so she can feel your bare butt. She might like it as much as you do. If you both like that then turn over sometimes before she goes to bed and put your arms around her waist and give her a hug. That will surely give her a big thrill that she’ll remember for a long time. There’s no reason you both can’t enjoy each other a little.”
Martin spaced out and was quiet. Soon he was reading the paper. I guess he accepted the answer to his question. Decky was wearing very low hip pjs in the evenings and giving all of us an eye full. It was fun watching Earl and Martin. Earl never did get up fully as far as I could tell but Martin did almost every night.
Decky had this way of bending over so Martin could see up her backside, right through. Her pjs riding down in back so her butt crack showed nicely. I think her top hung down in front and he might have gotten a look at her boobs right through her legs, nipples and all. She surely had a way about her.
She came over a couple of nights later and climbed in. I left a few inches more between us and Martin this time. We did the same as before but I pushed her stomach a little more so her backside was out more and up more. Her knees came up when she did that. We chatted and about ten minutes later she whispered very quietly, ‘dad’s bare’. Martin had his shorts off.
After a while she moved her buns around just a little by herself. I held my thumb and pointy finger apart about two inches or so and palmed towards her and she slid back and up about that much. About fifteen minutes went by, us chatting, and I got her hand and put it on my hip about opposite my clit and slid it up and down, caressing. Then I pointed to Martin.
Her face fell apart. I smiled and urged her to go ahead. She did. I saw her hand disappear under the sheet. Martin didn’t move, just kept reading. About three minutes later I motioned to bring her hand back. We chatted. About ten minutes and I saw a bulge on her hip under the sheets, moving up and down.