When Saturday evening came, we brought our egg, and a few other toys Amazon had delivered in the last few days — along with some brownies that Meg had made from a mix for dessert. We figured the teenagers would inhale the whole batch, but it seemed polite to bring something. The toys were safely stashed in Meg’s oversize purse.
Brother and Sister Wilson met us at the door with a knowing smile. They were older than us, and asked us to call them Jeff and Jenny. Jenny and Meg hugged, and then Jeff gave Meg a full hug too. I wasn’t sure how to react, so I gave Jenny a hug. I hope she didn’t feel me starting to get hard right then. They invited us in and we had a nice high-protein dinner. Eventually the teens left — they were going to a school dance and were not expected back until nearly midnight. Jeff gave them $20 to get a Blizzard at Dairy Queen after the dance, and reminded them to not be out after midnight because we had church in the morning.
“Let’s go back to the bedroom so we can begin our lesson,” Jenny said. She had a little bit of a smirk when she said “lesson” — we all knew what she meant.
When we got to the bedroom, Meg and I were amazed. The bedroom was probably larger than our whole student apartment. They had a huge king-size bed with a beautiful handmade quilt on top. They had a walk-in closet and a bathroom with two sinks and a shower area large enough for several people.
In one corner of the room was a treadmill with a small towel hanging over the handle. Opposite the treadmill was a monitor where they could watch a mountain trail or beach scene as they ran. To the right of the treadmill was a floor to ceiling window and a sliding glass door going out to a patio. The curtains were closed. There were no dirty clothes anywhere in the room, and everything was clean and in its place. Meg and I were impressed … maybe even jealous.
Then we noticed the mirrors — one at the head of the bed, and the other on the wall at the foot of the bed. They were perfectly aligned, like the mirrors in a temple sealing room. Jeff noticed our reaction to the mirrors and said with a voice Red Riding Hood would recognize, “the better to see each other with.”
Jenny told us to sit on the bed (there were two soft chairs in the room, but the bed was where we went). Meg sat cross-legged, opening her crotch to full view. She was wearing leggings, so the temptation to look was pretty strong. I’m sure Jeff took an opportunity to glance. I sat on the edge, with one foot still on the floor.
Jenny then walked into the closet and brought out a small suitcase — the kind you would carry your temple clothes in — and opened it up. Inside was every toy I could imagine — and some, I didn’t know what they were. “Let’s begin,” Jenny said.
One by one, Jenny pulled out a toy and explained what they were and how they worked. They even had toys in the suitcase for Jeff — I was surprised how calm they both were about it all. I was shaking with nerves and Meg was intently watching and soaking in everything. “Which one is your favorite?” Meg asked. Jenny didn’t hesitate – “my rabbit.” It had two vibrating heads and works every time. Jeff then asked me, “do you want to watch Jenny use it?”
My cock was getting harder by the second. I was never going to answer that question — no matter what I would say, it could be wrong. So I just looked at Meg. Meg looked at me. I tried really hard not to have a positive or negative expression on my face. After a few seconds, Meg turned to Jenny and asked, “Are you sure?”
Jenny smiled and said she would love to show us. Inside my mind, cheerleaders were jumping up and down like we’d just won the state championship. Outside I just smiled and said, “Okay.” I suggested we move to the chairs to give Jenny some space.
Before long, they had cleared off the suitcase and Jenny stripped off her clothes and laid back. It was so unreal that she didn’t hesitate or go in the bathroom to undress. She just did it right in front of us, and she stripped off everything — much more than needed for the “lesson”. I looked at Meg, who also seemed a bit in shock.
I couldn’t help but notice Jenny’s pussy hair was nicely trimmed into a crisp one inch wide stripe top to bottom. Her breasts had a bit of a sag, but the tits had grown some erasers that were screaming to be sucked. But not by me; it must be by her husband. I’m married, I reminded myself.
Then Jenny went to work. She turned on the vibrating rabbit and began inserting it. I had never noticed the detail of rabbit technique in all the porn videos I had seen.
There was something so beautiful about her method — it was artistic, not pornographic, it was beautiful to watch, not grotesque. I learned the reason she stripped is so she could massage her breasts with one hand while the other worked the rabbit.
At some point, I broke the spell I was under and looked over at Meg. Meg was as entranced as I was, and had secretly started touching her crotch outside her leggings. Jeff was leaning against the wall watching Meg, not his wife.
It didn’t take long before Jenny was having an orgasm. Her face didn’t contort in weird ways, like a porn actress. It was more an intense focus while a moan started in her loins and slowly rose out of her mouth with a grunt and an exhale. I could see her chest rise at the moment of explosion. It was beautiful to watch. And it gave me an idea for my third dare.
“Meg, I dare you to do what Jenny just did.” I probably should have thought a bit about what I was saying, but it just came out.
Meg, who was still watching Jenny come down from the orgasm, turned to look at me. “Now? You sure?”
“Yes. Right here,” I said, trying to sound confident in my dare and hoping I hadn’t crossed some line in our relationship. This was a big step from a simple tit flash. This was a public sex act – in front of somebody else.
Meg was thinking about it when Jenny patted the bed and said, “Come on up here. I’ll help you.”
Meg stood up and turned her back to us, then stripped off her clothes a little slower than Jenny. I recognized her firm ass as she lowered her leggings. Her beautiful dancer’s legs came next. She pulled her top over her head, bra, garments, and all in one motion.
When she turned around, she had both hands on her breasts in a hand bra, revealing her smoothly shaved pussy to everyone. She had to remove her hands to climb on the bed, allowing her 35C breasts to hang down as she moved next to Jenny. Jeff was watching every move with a smile, and moved to sit down in the chair Meg had just vacated.
“Ignore the guys,” Jenny said. “Focus on me.” Then a lesson that felt natural, even rehearsed, began. I didn’t pay too close attention to the lesson though because I was focused on Jenny touching Meg, teaching how to operate and position the rabbit. As Meg began getting the hang of it, Jenny reached over to play with Meg’s tit. I could tell Meg was getting close to an orgasm, as Jenny leaned over and began sucking on Meg’s eraser tit.
I had been caressing the outside of my pants, not really masturbating, but when Jenny put her lips on Meg’s tit, I leaked a little bit inside my pants. I looked over at Jeff and noticed his cock was outside his pants and he was full-on stroking it. I hadn’t been paying attention to Jeff so I don’t know how long he had been doing it, but his cock was fully extended, and had a little more girth than mine.
When Meg’s orgasm hit, she was more vocal than Jenny had been. A short scream followed by several grunts and more breathy screams. It wasn’t loud enough to wake up the neighbors, but I was glad nobody else was in the house. That’s when I noticed several streams of cum shooting toward the bed, and Jeff arching his back in his chair.
“Gentlemen, how about if you go clean up the dining table and kitchen while Meg and I get cleaned up,” Jenny said. Jeff packed his cock away and he and I left the room. A few minutes later we heard the shower turn on. A few minutes after that, another grunt and short scream came from the shower. Jeff and I smiled at each other and continued clearing up the dinner.
“Has Jenny done ‘lessons’ before?” I asked.
“Yes. She’s a bit of an exhibitionist and does this for wedding showers and once for a group of Young Single Adults.”
After a few minutes both Jenny and Meg came out fully dressed. Both were smiling and laughing. Apparently, Meg told Jenny about sacrament meeting. They were talking about Brother Wright, trying to figure out what dares they could do in front of Brother Wright.
So far, Meg had completed three dares — flashing in sacrament meeting, the remote control egg during Young Women’s, and taking a rabbit lesson from the Young Women’s President, Jenny Wilson. I have only two dares left. They needed to be good ones.
The next day at church was less exciting than the week before — our Saturday night adventure had been both emotionally and physically exhausting. We got to church early enough to get our favorite seats, so there was no show for Brother Wright.
Jenny and Meg sat next to each other in Sunday School, while I taught the Valiants.