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Bringing up the text app, I sent the new picture with the caption, 'Looking forward to seeing you'.

I looked at my watch and it was about 2 minutes to show time. Just enough time to go get ready. Ping. I looked at my phone. It was picture of a towel laying on what I suppose was a bed. Laid out on the towel were a realistic silicon dong, a rabbit style vibrator, a black teardrop thing with a stem and two different bottles of lube. The caption read: 'I'm ready are you?'

The gauntlet was thrown again. I quickly ran to the bedroom and threw a towel down and threw a bottle of lube, a bottle of whiskey and a box of tissues on top. Snapping a picture, I texted the picture back to Candy with the caption: 'Ready, willing and able.'

Rolling the towel up, I headed down to the den where my laptop was. My hands were shaking so I decided it was time for a shot to calm the nerves. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a large shot glass and a bottle of water and got back in time to see the video chat app ping on my computer. Pouring a shot and quickly slugging it down I shook my head and shivered. I don't often take liquor straight so it was bracing. Good old liquid courage. Starting the video chat app, it popped up and the image focused in on Candy's face. "Hey Bob," she said with her face breaking into a big grin. "I hope you didn't mind my being silly with you today. I was horny this morning and Bill blew me off, so I was feeling a little pissed off and decided to get a little naughty."

"Hi Candy," I replied. "No reason to feel bad. I loved the pictures. And to be honest, I've always wanted to see what you hide under those blouses. Plus, I loved the challenge of trying to figure out how to respond."

She giggled and lifted her glass and took a big swig. I picked up the shot glass, poured another shot, held it up in front of the camera and downed it.

Whew. That wasn't so bad this time.

"So what is Cindy doing? You said she was going out with Carole? But what are they doing? They can't be going shopping? Nobody goes to stores these days," Candy rapid fired her questions off like machine gun bullets. It was almost like she was nervous.

"From what she said, Carole is looking at some houses. Her brother is thinking about moving here and he sent her a list of houses he was interested in. Apparently, on the internet every house looks like a fucking mansion. Oops. Sorry. Like an awesome, great, wonderful mansion." Oh crap. The whiskey was really getting me relaxed.

Candy giggled. "Oh come on Bob. I think I've heard that word a time or two. AAAANNND, I may have even done it once or twice." She giggled again.

I broke out in a big smile. "Thanks for understanding. Cindy is always telling me to clean up my potty mouth especially in public."

"That sounds like Cindy. She is prim and proper in public and a total slut in bed." Candy said, stretching.

'Oh my gawd,' my mind raced, 'That shirt is almost see through and she didn't quite get all the way to the nipples but there is no fuckin' way she has a bra on under that thing.'

"Now is that any way to talk about your sister," I said stalling to try and figure out how to get her to do that again. Just in case she did, I clicked on the record button. I knew from past experience that it didn't show on the other people's screens that the call was being recorded. I did that to Cindy once when we were just trying it out.

"Oh come on, Bob. Don't you and Bill compare notes about what we do in bed? I know Cindy and I do. She loves it when she has had a bad day and you give her one of your patented massages that always seems to end with you slipping your dick into her while you massage her neck and shoulders."

'Holy Fuck. They do talk.' I thought as I poured another shot. I tipped it at the screen and downed it. She took another big swig from her glass and then refilled it.

"Actually, to be perfectly honest, we haven't really done much talking like that. About five years ago when we went to the beach together, I made a comment about how sexy you were in that bikini and what a lucky guy he was to wake up with you every morning and he got real uncomfortable so I never really went any further with it," I said. 'Actually, he got really pissed off that I was staring at HIS woman and I thought he was going to hit me,' my brain finished silently.

Candy pouted. "Well, I guess I am going to have to find something else to talk about then."

"Why?" I asked. "What else has Cindy told you that would embarrass me?"

"Well, let's see," she said pausing. "You periodically try to talk her into anal. When you do, she finds a way to distract you and make you come so you will forget about it for a while."

'What,' I thought then realized that is exactly what she does.

"What guy doesn't want anal?" I said. OH fuck, did I really say that? The whiskey is starting to talk.

"I know, but I don't understand why Cindy doesn't like it. I love anal. When Bill licks my asshole and slides a finger in, oh god, I get so wet. That is always his go to move to try and get me in the mood to take his cock up my butt. Sometimes if he hasn't butt fucked me in a while, I'll grease up the butt plug and walk around all day with it in and I'll sit backwards on one of the bar stools and make him take it out slowly and then slide his dick in me before my hole closes up. Oh gods when he does that, I almost always have an orgasm that rocks my world."

She reached for something past the camera and her tits came full into view. Oh yeah! That material WAS translucent and she was definitely NOT wearing a bra.

She held up something black in her hand, it was that black thing like a teardrop with a stem on the bottom.

"This was the first butt plug Bill bought me. It was a good training toy. It took me a few tries to be able to get it in without hurting, but once I did, he started holding the vibrator to my clit while he pulled it out and pushed it back in and I fucking came like a banshee."

I started squirming in my chair and it was not unnoticed by Candy.

"Go ahead and adjust yourself, I don't mind," she said as she reached over and zoomed her web camera out, putting her breasts on display. Just to make sure I didn't miss them, she undid the next few buttons causing the shirt to fall open and her cleavage to pop.

'Go for it,' my whiskey fueled brain screamed. So I stood up and made sure my crotch was front and center in the viewing window. I slowly undid my belt and then unsnapped my jeans and slid the zipper down. "Oh thanks, that is much better," I said as I sat down.

Candy licked her lips and then took another big swig of wine, then said, "Ok. I shared, so it's your turn. I know what Cindy said, so no lying. Where do you think is the kinkiest place you guys have ever made whoopee? And don't tell me in the butt because I know better."

I almost missed the question because I was cheering for her shirt to open up a little more. When I re-watched the playback later, this was right about where the little icon showed up indicating that someone was listening and watching but only sharing audio and it was muted. No wonder I missed it. I had tits on the brain, her tits.

"Ohhhh. That's a tough one. As you said, she is pretty prim and proper in public. I would say one of the most interesting was the time I talked her into giving me a blowjob while we went through an automated carwash."

"Reaaallllyy? That sounds pretty kinky. So dish on the details. I may have to try that with Bill," Candy said with her eyes lighting up and a slight slur starting.

"It was late at night," I started. "We were coming back from a Christmas party last year and both of us were pretty smashed. I really shouldn't have been driving but it was starting to look like the party was going to turn into an orgy and Cindy just really didn't want to stay. Five guys had hit on her and one had run his hand up between her thighs while asking if she liked giving head."

"Ooohhh!" Candy said interrupting me. "How were you doing on lining the ladies up?"

"I got cornered by two ladies as I came out of the bathroom. The first one pulled the top of her dress down and shoved her tits in my face. The second one went low and pulled my cock out and started blowing me."

"Does Cindy know about this?" asked Candy interrupting again.

"Oh god no! She would freak out. I managed to pull the second woman off my cock and backed away from the first one and that was when I agreed with Cindy that it was time to go. So we grabbed our coats and bailed out. That's why I was driving when I shouldn't have. The road we went down was unpaved for a mile or so before we hit paved roads. I was getting low on gas, so we stopped at a gas station and I saw my car was a mess. It turned out there was an automated car wash, so I bought a deluxe wash and the gas. I was still really turned on and drunk and Cindy was in the same shape so when the car wash started, it did a rinse and suddenly we were cut off from the world. Cindy had worn one of her little black sequined dresses and it was the one that she doesn't like the bra lines so she was braless. I leaned over and pulled one of her tits out and stared to roll the nipple and she didn't slap my hand she just moaned so I unzipped myself and pulled my cock out and started stroking myself. She looked over and licked her lips then slid over and wrapped her lips around my cock. It was probably a good thing it was a little dark because just as she was slipping me into her mouth I saw lipstick on the dipstick."