0 comments/ 76901 views/ 3 favorites The Sister in Law By: kingella4 Chapter 1 How shall I start Sue and myself live in the burbs. It could be Sydney, Melbourne or anywhere, we are happily married middle class types, in our early forties. Sue works in fashion and travels a lot, we both are very sexual creatures; I think we have tried most things, but we prefer to have our sexual adventures together. At the moment we are seeing a gorgeous couple called Max and Ruth who are about the same age as ourselves. We do all of the normal things close friends do together, but we fuck each other as well. I suck his cock and he sucks mine. Both women enjoy sex. They are usually the ones that seem to initiate our sexual adventures. We have been kicked out of a few restaurants for lewd behavior. The best thing, about our relationship, is that we have respect for each other. The sex we have together is incredible, when the four of us hit the town for a night out, strangers we encounter; cannot tell who is married to whom. We do have boundaries though; we do not interfere in the emotional bond between husband and wife. If Max and Ruth are having a small argument, we do not take sides we stay neutral, we love them both. My wife Sue has a sister. "Stacey", who is younger then her. What can I say she is drop dead gorgeous, size 6, long legs with a cute arse; sex on legs. She wears the most boring clothes which cover up all her charms. Stacey is married to a nice guy named Bob; we don't see much of them because they live interstate I just drool with lust when Stacey comes to visit us. Sue just gives me that look; that says hands off, out of bounds; So Stacey and I are just like brother and sister. The impression I get from Sue is that Stacey and Bob are fairly conservative; they are good Christians and are definitely not into sex like we are. No problem Sue and I understand this and accept that they are different. They are both lovely people and we just keep our sex lives private from them. Sue and I are sitting on the couch with the television on but we are not really watching it. I have her tits out and I'm sucking on her nipples Sue has her fingers in her wet cunt, stroking her clit, when the phone rings. It's Stacey on the phone, Sue and Stacey talk for what seems like hours. Apparently Bob and Stacey have had an argument. Sue has asked me if it will be alright for Stacey to stay with us; for a few days, as things are a bit on edge between her sister and Bob. Sue said she has a business trip, which she cannot post pone. Could I pick her sister up from the airport tomorrow and make her comfortable; in the spare room Sue will catch up with Stacey when she gets back. The next day I'm standing at the baggage carousel looking for Stacey when a woman from behind me throws her arms around my neck and gives me a very sensual kiss on my cheek not a sisterly type kiss at all, but a real drag me to bed kiss. I turn to discover that it is Stacey and our eyes meet but I have to look away, because I'm having impure thoughts about my sister. We hug and we smile at each other. You look great Sis: so do you she says. Stacey goes over to the carousel to pick up her suit case. That's when I notice the short little summer dress she has on. My god it's so short, it just covers the cheeks of her bum. If she bends over you will, oh! Oh! Ah! Too late what an arse, thank god she has panties on. I grab her suit case and we head for the car park. As Stacey is chatting in the car; I glance over to look at her legs that stretch out in front of her, what long beautiful legs she has. The dress has ridden up, exposing the crotch of her panties; I think I can make out the outline of her cunt lips. God what am I doing; I look up at her face, I have been caught, my face turns red, Stacey just smiles and pulls her dress down a bit. This is getting me turned on, I can feel the sexual tension in the air and the smell of her pussy is filling my nostrils Sue better hurry back from her trip before I do something I may regret. Chapter 2 I put Stacey's suit case in the spare room next to the main bedroom. I think the last time the spare bedroom was used, was last weekend when Max and Ruth stayed over; gee I hope Sue has changed the sheets; because we had a very wild weekend in that room. I am starting to have visions of Ruth on all fours being fucked doggy style by her husband Max; while Sue lays on her back underneath licking Ruth's cunt As Max's fat cock is sliding in and out of his wife's juicy hole, forcing Ruth's face further into Sue's wonderful pussy. Ah! The memories of a wonderful decadent weekend with our slutty friends I went down stairs to make tea while Stacey took a shower. About twenty minuets later she appears in the kitchen dressed in a baggy t-shirt and I hope a pair of knickers. We gobble our tea and adjourn to the couch to watch a bit of television. Stacey starts talking about her and Bob. It's mostly about their sex life or lack of it. She said he is a wonderful guy, but she would like a bit more passion; instead of the roll on roll off, type of sex she is getting at home. "Boy", if she only knew what Sue and I get up to. Then again, may be she does! Sue and Stacey are very close and confide in each other a lot. I ask Stacey if she feels like a cup of coffee. I would love one she says. I come back from the kitchen with the coffee and notice; that, Stacey is now sitting with her knees up under her chin; applying red nail polish to her toe nails. This gives me a great view of her cunt; she has a few blonde pubes; poking out from under the edge of her knickers. I can see the out line of her labia through the thin material. What a sight Stacey looks up into my eyes and opens her legs a little more, inviting me to stare at her cunt. A knowing smile passes between us. I put the coffees down before I spill them. I just stand there; looking from her eyes to her cunt, suddenly Stacey breaks the silence by saying. Would you like to lick me down there? Without saying a word I get down on my hands and knees. Stacey slides her bum out to the edge of the couch and straightens her legs so I can reach under her to pull her knickers off. I put them up to my face to sniff and lick the damp patch on them. The aroma of her arousal makes my cock harden. Stacey lays back and spreads her legs inviting me to feast on her cunt. What a cunt it is. Juicy with puffy lips trimmed with blonde hair. Stacey moves her hands up under her t-shirt to massage her nipples. I start licking my way up the inside of her legs; working my way slowly to her sex. I can hear her starting to pant and moan as I get closer to her moist slit, licking my way all around her clit. I push my tongue deep inside of her hole; I finally get to taste my sister yummmm lovely flavor, my favorite. I now move my attention towards her clit; alternating between gentle little bites and sucking it into my mouth. It feels about an inch long and very hard Stacey's moans are getting louder; her hips are bucking and thrusting into my face. I can hardly breathe, her legs are locked around my neck I grab her thighs; to restrain her movements; so I can keep my face buried in her cunt. She starts yelling; I'm Cumming oh god suck me oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck. I can feel her hands pulling on my hair; I have to hang on; she is nearly there. I feel her legs stiffen; her back arching off the couch;as she cums and squirts her juices all over my face. Stacey purred her thanks into my ear;as she licks her cum off my face. Sue was right about your pussy sucking abilities. Stacey begins to get sleepy after her plane flight and orgasm. I carry her up stairs to her bed. I then went back down stairs to turn the lights off and head off to bed myself when I noticed her knickers still on the floor. I bring up to my face to sniff them, oh what a lovely smell. I unzipped my jeans and wrapped her panties around my cock and wanked my cock until I came, relieving the tension in my balls and filling her knickers with my cum which I left on her pillow. This could be fun having my sister staying over. Stacey knew a lot more about my sex life than I thought she did. The Sister-In-Law John Hanley had it made. At 35, he had just become the youngest senior executive in his company’s history. His salary was guaranteed to be in the six figure range, and with bonuses, he could easily take home half a million this year. Home life was equally as good. His wife of ten years, Linda, was incredibly supportive of his heavy work load. She understood every time he had to work late or cancel a social event because of a meeting. She carried the load when it came to the care of their three children, making sure that everything looked after around the home. At 5’ 8” and 115 lbs., Linda had managed to stay in great shape after the children were born. It helped having a work out room in the house. John had kept their home gym equipped with the latest fitness tools, and even covered the cost of a personal trainer who came to the house twice a week to keep Linda on schedule. Yes, John Hanley had it made. And he knew it. After all, he had grown up with very little, raised in a single parent home by his mom after his dad had run off with another woman. John and his two sisters shared a room right up until he had turned fourteen. His mom struggled along, pulling in minimum wage as a waitress as a local greasy spoon, putting all of her money into raising her children. She loved them more than anything in the world, and she sacrificed herself in order to better the kids. John could remember the years on welfare, when they would live on Kraft Dinner and hotdogs. His mom would do her best to make birthdays and Christmas special events, and would usually go into debt making sure there were at least a few presents to celebrate with. During his teen years, John found himself continually getting into trouble with the law. Fights and petty crimes would earn him a trip in the back of a squad car and a lecture from his mom. Neighbors started to whisper about him, telling each other that it wouldn’t be long before he would find himself doing major time. The event that probably had the most significant impact on changing John’s life was his high school senior year English class. The teacher was an older man by the name of David Sherbrooke. Mr. Sherbrooke was a year or two away from retirement the year John took his class. For some reason, teacher and student hit it off, and John found himself spending a lot of his free time with Mr. Sherbrooke. David Sherbrooke would take John boating on the weekends, setting sail soon after last class on Friday, and spending the entire weekend on the water. They would spend the time talking about life, Mr. Sherbrooke sharing his experiences with the young boy. It was on one of those boating weekends that David Sherbrooke challenged John with his future. He pushed the young man to get focused, to use his brain, to settle for nothing less than excellence. And young John soaked in the motivating speech. If Mr. Sherbrooke believed in him, then, damn it all, he would believe in himself. He could do something with his life. Work hard, make a lot of money, provide for his mom and sisters, and enjoy everything he didn’t have growing up. John finished his final year with the best marks he had ever received. He headed off to University the following year, working part-time to pay for his studies. It was hard, and he had to keep his focus on school work instead of socializing, but it finally paid off. He graduated with honors and found himself with a great job before school was even done. He and Linda met about three weeks after he started his job. She was a secretary for one of the top executives and John worked as an assistant to a guy who was under her boss. John would deliver paperwork to Linda on a daily basis, and would always joke around with her. He finally got up the nerve to ask her out, and they hit it off immediately. They were married within six months of their first date, and had never looked back. John was happy. He had absolutely no complaints about anything in his life. And he knew it. As he headed home late Friday afternoon, he found himself thinking back over the years. And he smiled. He reached down and turned up the radio, letting the dance music blast, and began to sing along. The traffic was light tonight, and he would be home in about twenty minutes. He and Linda were going to take in the newest Tom Hanks movie tonight, and then head over to a club for a few drinks. The black BMW pulled into the driveway and pulled to a stop beside the candy apple blue Harley-Davidson Fatboy. John jumped out of the vehicle and headed up the driveway and into the house. “Hey baby! Come to daddy!” He yelled, expecting Linda to come around the corner to greet him like she did most nights. But no greeting came. He listened quietly for a minute, and could hear movement in the living room. “Babe?” he called out in the direction of the room, “You home?” Her voice was soft and sad. “Hey, John. I’m in here.” John slowly made his way down the hallway and into the living room. Linda was sitting on the couch, the cordless phone beside her. She had been crying for some time, and was wiping her puffy eyes dry. “What’s going on?” John asked, the concern very obvious in his voice. “Adam left Tammy.” She said matter-of-factly. “What?” John replied in disbelief. Adam was Linda’s baby brother. They were only two years apart, and had always been very close. They grew up hanging around the same friends, and always enjoyed each other’s company. Unlike most siblings, they loved to be together, and even found that they usually dated each other’s friends. In fact, Tammy had been one of Linda’s best friends since grade school, and they were the maid of honor in each other’s wedding. “Why?” John said, still in shock. Linda looked up at her husband and whispered, “Tammy was having an affair, and Adam found out. He walked in on her and some asshole. They were actually doing it in the house! I mean, she was fucking some prick in her own bed!” John was lost for words. He immediately had a visual of Tammy in bed with this stranger. He pictured her riding his cock, her naked body bouncing up and down on his manhood. He could envision Adam walking in and seeing his tender wife riding another man as they fucked on his own bed. Tammy was an incredible looking woman. In fact, her nickname was Barbie because of her long blonde hair, stunning blue eyes, and incredible figure. She was always focused on her appearance and was the greatest influence on Linda for keeping in shape and looking sexy. John always considered Tammy a real flirt. Many times she would make subtle comments to John about the two of them, but John always laughed it off. She loved to cuddle, and would often greet John with a very close hug, her breasts pushing up hard against his chest. He enjoyed the flirting, and even found himself fantasizing about her from time to time. It was hard not to wonder what it would be like to fuck her. Especially when the four of them went swimming together. John would find himself doing what every other guy at the beach was doing, staring at Tammy’s very tight ass and incredibly firm tits. A few times he would even pretend it was Tammy he was fucking when he and Linda were having sex. He would pump his wife from behind, her ass equally as tight as his sister, but in his mind, it would be Tammy’s ass he was pumping. He would often feel guilty about his fantasies. After all, his wife was a great looking women in her own right. Just as guys would drool over Tammy, they would also scan up and down Linda’s body. He could sense pricks growing every time his wife and Tammy walked along the water. It turned him on knowing that she was his, and every guy envied him for having her. And yet, sometimes he thought about Tammy. But how could Tammy cheat on Adam? John immediately wondered how innocent her flirting had been with him. Could she have been serious when she would tease him about how he looked? He thought about the last time the four of them had been together. They had gone away for the weekend on the motorcycles, cruising through the mountains. As they had pulled up to the hotel on the second night, Tammy had walked by John and took him by the arm and whispered in his ear, “Too bad they are brother and sister. After all that vibration, I’m in the mood for a little swapping, you know, me and you in a room together. What would we do?” John had smiled back and simply said, “I’ve always wanted to do Barbie, maybe we should send them out to a movie.” “Hmmm.” Tammy replied, kissing him gently on the cheek before walking over towards Adam. She said things like that to him all the time. But she was just kidding, wasn’t she? All of a sudden, John wasn’t so sure. He began to wonder if she had been serious about fooling around with him. What would it have been liked to sleep with her? To feel her breasts and to eat her pussy? John tried to focus in on his wife, who was clearly upset at the entire situation. He moved over and sat down beside her, wrapping his arms around her as she started to cry again. He held her, not saying anything, trying his best to keep his mind from going in the direction it wanted to go. Trying to do his best not to think of Tammy. Linda gave Adam a call and invited him for supper. They decided to cancel their evening out and spend it focusing on Adam and how they could help him through this difficult time. It was hard to know what to do. After all, Linda and Tammy had been friends forever. And while she had no hesitation in supporting her brother, she still cared for Tammy and wanted to see how she was doing. Adam arrived and they sat down to eat. During the meal, Adam retold the story of walking in on his wife and the stranger. John listened intently, but found his mind focusing on what it would have been like to see Tammy and the other man fucking. What would it have been like to be the other man? He simply could not stop thinking about Tammy in a sexual way. After dinner, they moved into the den to talk over a drink. Adam was doing okay, despite the feelings of betrayal and anger. “You know,” he said, taking the rum and coke from his sister, “I’d take her back in a minute if she just says sorry. If she promised to work it out and make things right, I’d forgive her.” He looked down at his drink and sighed. “Really?” Linda asked, staring at her brother. “You’d forgive her? That’s amazing, bro. I mean, I knew you were a loving kind of brother, but forgive her for cheating on you? I don’t know if I could do that. I mean,” Linda looked over at John, “if John ever screwed around on me, I don’t think I could ever forgive him.” “Remember that, pal.” Adam said, winking at John. John was picturing Tammy naked. He was imagining her standing in front of him, smiling seductively, inviting him to come to her. Her breasts pointed out firm from her chest. Her nipples were erect, pointing out from quarter-size brown circles. Her long straight blond hair fell down over them, and while the one hand was motioning him to come, the other was at her face, a finger slowly moving over her bright red lips; lips so full and shiny, so perfect for sucking his cock … “Earth to John! Come in John!” John jumped slightly as he looked over at his wife who was pretending she was speaking into a headset. “Huh?” he said, realizing that he was not paying attention at all to the conversation at hand. “I said,” Linda smiled, her eyes rolling, “that if I caught you cheating on me, I’d kill the bitch and then castrate you. So, you better make sure she’s worth it before you fool around on me.” John smiled, trying to act normal, “Fool around on you? The way you keep me busy in bed? I’d be a disappointment to any other woman, you keep me so satisfied that I have no energy to consider another woman.” John caught himself as soon as the words came out. He looked over at Adam and sheepishly said, "Not that Tammy wasn’t satisfied with you. I mean …” “Hey, stop before you have to put both feet in, man! Don’t worry about it. I can’t believe it was about her not being satisfied. To be honest, we have a great sex life, I mean, we do it all the time, everywhere, even some kinky stuff …” This time it was Linda who interrupted, “Hey boys, with all respect, I don’t really feel like listening to my brother brag to my husband about how much he fucks my best friend. I mean, way, way too much information there!” They all laughed as John got up and poured another round. The conversation changed to other things, and they found themselves enjoying each other’s company for the evening. Near midnight, Adam got up to leave, hugging his sister and John as he started for the door. As he put on his shoes, he turned and said, “Can I ask you guys a favor?” Both John and Linda responded together, “Of course, anything.” “Talk to her. Find out what’s going on with her. I mean, if she’s truly sorry and wants to work it out, I’m willing to do it. I just need to know why. Does she love this guy? She says he was just someone she met, and that she doesn’t love him, but I need to know for sure.” Linda hesitated for a minute, “I don’t know if I can talk with her yet. I mean, it’s so soon. I’m still so mad at her.” Adam looked at John. “Why don’t you talk with her. I mean, she might be more comfortable talking to you about it since you’re not my sister and all.” “Good observation there, Adam, I’m not your sister.” John said, smacking Adam in the shoulder. John found himself having to control his breathing as he said, “I’d be happy to try and talk to her. I’ll give her a shout tomorrow and try to arrange to have coffee with her. We’ll work this out buddy.” Adam hugged them both again and then left. John and Linda stood and watched her brother walk down the driveway and get into his car. Linda sighed, “Poor Adam.” She closed the door and turned towards John and slid into his arms. He held her tight and kissed her forehead. She sighed again and whispered, “I love you John. I’m so glad you are mine.” “I love you too,” John replied, holding his wife tighter. His mind began to drift again to Tammy, but he fought to focus on the woman in his arms. The next morning, John picked up the phone and dialed the number that Adam had left for him. He waited it rang a few times. After five rings, he started to move the phone away from his ear, when he suddenly heard Tammy’s familiar voice. “Hello?” He paused for a second, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of her, then said, “Hey Tam! It’s John here. How you doing, kid?” The phone was silent for a minute. John waited, letting Tammy settle. He could tell his call was unexpected, and he didn’t want her to feel tense, so he waited. Finally she answered, “Hey John. I’m okay I guess. Of course you family thinks I’m a slut from hell, but other than that.” John tried to sound reassuring, “Nobody thinks that, Tam. Honest. Listen, I’d like to see you. To talk. To help. How about letting me buy you a coffee?” Once again, John waited out Tammy’s silence. “I guess so, John. But why don’t you come here. I’m staying at the Best Western for a few nights until I sort things out. We can have a drink here in the room and talk in private. I don’t want to get emotional in public, okay?” “Sure, I’ll be there at one o’clock this afternoon. See you then, Tam.” “Okay.” John hung up and sat quietly for a few minutes. His mind drifted back to his dreams from last night. He had found himself thinking of his sister all night long. They went from one sexual act to another, their passion was intense and unending. They had behaved like animals, doing perverted and filthy things with each other. They talked dirty, their words filled with coarse descriptions of the things they were doing. He had woken up with a jolt around five in the morning. He was covered with sweat, and his breathing was quick. Linda was sound asleep, turned with her back to him, completely unaware of what had been going on in his head. He suddenly realized that his underwear was wet. He reached down and felt the sticky goo in his shorts, and was surprised to discover that he had cum during his dream. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a wet dream, but here he was, laying beside his wife, his shorts covered in his own cum as a result of a dream about fucking his sister. Quietly he had climbed out of bed and cleaned up, washing out the underwear and putting on a fresh pair, before getting back into bed. He couldn’t fall back asleep, and so found himself just laying there until the sun came up. Once again, Linda interrupted his thoughts. “Did you get a hold of her?” She asked, walking into the room. “Yeah,” John said, nodding in her direction, “I’m going to meet her this afternoon.” “Where?” “Oh, at a coffee shop just down the street from where she’s staying.” John told the lie without thinking about it. It wasn’t like he had thought anything about meeting with Tammy in the hotel room, but when it came to telling his wife that he would see her there, he just lied. Linda straightened out a cushion on the couch. “I’m glad she’s willing to see you. I have that ladies thing I have to go to, so I wont be home until late tonight, but I’ll be very interested to hear what she has to say.” “Yeah, me too, babe.” John said, standing up and kissing his wife. Linda left about an hour before John, jumping in the BMW and heading down the street. John peeked out the window and watched her drive away, continuing to stare long after she was out of sight. He headed back upstairs to get ready to meet Tammy. He was wearing his typical Saturday clothes, jeans and a t-shirt. But he found himself reaching for his cologne and rinsing his mouth with mouth wash. He couldn’t believe how nervous he was becoming at the thought of seeing Tammy. “C’mon, John!” He said out loud, “Knock it off. You’re going there to try and put her marriage back together. Fucking her wont help the situation. Besides, she’s not interested. She made a mistake, and the last thing she’ll be thinking about is doing it again.” Yet, the more he tried to convince himself that nothing was going to happen, the more nervous he became. Finally he grabbed his helmet and headed outside, jumping on the Harley, figuring a short drive would clear his head before he met up with Tammy. He pulled up to the hotel and parked his bike, dropping his helmet over the mirror. John nervously ran his fingers through his hair as he walked through the main doors of the Best Western and over to the elevators. His hands were sweaty as he pressed the button for Tammy’s floor, and he held his breath in a vain attempt to settle his nerves as the elevator climbed to the correct floor. John paused outside the door to her room. He took another deep breath and reminded himself to stay focused. He was there to try and act as a mediator between Tammy and his wife’s brother. He knocked softly and could hear movement on the other side of the door. A few seconds later, the door opened and Tammy smiled at him. He took in her beauty once again. After fantasizing about her all night, he was caught off guard at seeing her in the flesh. Her hair was up in a ponytail, revealing her long, slender neck. She was wearing a cut-off shirt, exposing her belly. It held tight to her chest, her breasts pushing out from the material, clearly revealing that she was not wearing a bra. Her jeans were skin tight, wrapping down her long legs, showing off her very muscular figure. She looked at him through piercing baby blue eyes, that jumped with energy and life. “Hey John,” she said, smiling through full lips, covered in deep red lipstick. “I’m glad you came.” John took in a deep breath and his sense filled with her sweet perfume. The powerful aroma drew him, causing his heart to race even faster. “Me too,” was all he could think of saying. The Sister-In-Law Tammy pulled him into her arms and they embraced. She pushed her breasts hard into his chest, and his mind raced at the sensation of them hard against his body. He held her a second longer than she held him, and then let her go, walking past her into the room. As he moved towards one of the guest chairs by the window, he tried to tell himself that she was no different than any other time he saw her. She always dressed like she was dressed today. In fact, he was quite sure that Linda had bought her that top. She loved wearing clothes that showed off her figure. There were very few times John could remember ever seeing Tammy without makeup or perfume on. And yet, this time seemed so different to him. He tried to tell himself that it was all in his head. To relax and not do anything stupid. But his words seemed hollow and he knew he wasn’t convincing himself. “So, does Linda hate me?” Tammy’s words brought John back to reality, and he focused on the situation at hand. “No, Tam, no one hates you. In fact, the reason I’m here is because Adam wanted me to come and see you. To talk with you. He want’s you to come home. He said he forgives you, but just want to understand why you did it.” Tammy looked down, her hands resting on her knees. She was quiet, deep in thought, taking in what John was saying. She sighed, considering her words carefully. She took a deep breath and then began, “How do I explain to him why I did it when I don’t understand it myself. I hardly knew the guy he caught me with. His name is Dan, and I met him at the gym. We flirted a few times and joked around. But that day, I couldn’t stop thinking about having sex with him. We did our workout, and then he asked me to go for lunch. I told him that I’d rather go back to my place, and he followed me there. I had never fucked him before that day, and haven’t spoken to him since. I don’t love him, I don’t even care about him. He was just a fuck.” John sat in silence, nodding his head whenever Tammy looked at him. He tried to hid how surprised he was at her openness; he knew she needed to get it out, and he was going to be the sounding board. “The thing I don’t know how to tell Adam is that Dan wasn’t the first guy I’ve fucked since we got married.” Tammy looked at John and waited, knowing that this bombshell could not go by without comment. John stared back. “He’s not?” “No, there’s been a few different guys. I wish I could explain it, but I can’t. I mean, I’ve sat up at night trying to figure out what was wrong with me, why I couldn’t say no to these guys, why I got so horny thinking about them. I love Adam. I don’t want to hurt him. Sex with him is incredible, it really is. But, I can’t get enough sex. I’m like addicted or something. I know it sounds stupid, but I just crave it sometimes. “And the thought of fucking some guy other than Adam turns me on big time. It’s the idea of it being wrong that turns me on so much. The idea of how naughty it is to cheat on your husband. It consumes me. “Have you ever thought about cheating on Linda?” John was caught off guard. He paused longer than he should, revealing his answer without saying a word. "Well, I don’t know. I mean, I guess I have.” He stammered, trying to give the right answer, but not knowing what he should say. Tammy continued, letting him off the hook, “How do I explain what it feels like to enjoy the touch of another man? To feel hands across my body that are nothing like Adam’s hands. His are so soft and gentle. When a man touches me with hands that are rough, it sends shock waves through my body. Lips that are nothing like his, a beard instead of his smooth face, a smell that is so unlike his smell.” She was looking out the window, deep in thought as she spoke. “Do you know that every man makes love differently? Every man touches you in a way that is totally unique. Orally, they are different. And each man’s cock is, well, shit, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it is so incredible to feel different cocks inside me.” Tammy’s word trailed off as she stared out the window. John could feel his own cock growing in his pants as he listened to her very descriptive words. He sat quiet, focusing on each breath, trying to keep it in control. “Be honest with me, John. You and Linda have been married long enough. Haven’t you wondered what it would be like to kiss another set of lips other than hers? To feel another woman’s breasts. To touch someone else’s skin. To feel them down there. To feel them on you. To go inside them. You have, haven’t you? You’ve thought about it.” Tammy’s eyes were locked on John, and his gaze moved up from the floor until he met her stare. His cock was pushing against his jeans now, fully erect, as he stared at her lips as she spoke. “You’ve thought about me, haven’t you John? Honestly? You’ve wondered what it would be like to fuck me. You’ve imagined your mouth on mine many times, right? Sucking my tits, and feeling my pussy. You look at my mouth and think about my lips wrapped around your cock, sliding it in and out as my tongue slitheres around your shaft. You’ve dreamed about being of me, feeling our bodies become one. Haven’t you?” The tension was thick. Passion was heavy. John had forgotten all about his breathing which was coming heavy. “How bad would it be for me to fuck my best friends husband? To fuck my own brother?” Tammy asked herself out loud. Slowly she stood up and moved toward John. He looked at her as she came toward him. Her eyes were slits, her tongue slowly moving across her lips, as she glided forward. As she reached him, her hands moved to his face, the touch of her skin of his sending sparks through their bodies. Their lips touched, softly, gently, the warmth consuming them. John’s mind was racing. He wanted to tell her to stop, that he couldn’t do this, but no words would come. Instead, he felt his passions betray him. Her mouth opened and he sensed his tongue pass her lips and slid across her own moist tongue. Her mouth was incredible, hot as fire. He reached up to pull away but instead found his arms going around her body, pulling her down onto his lap. She lowered herself onto his legs, sitting on him sideways as their mouths pressed together over and over. Each kiss added fuel to their passion, and the intensity of their desire grew quickly. John’s hands came in contact with her soft skin at her midsection. They quickly began to feel around her tummy, across her back. Slowly one hand disappeared beneath the thin fabric and up to her breasts. They were so full and firm, and he quickly began to feel them, squeezing them, pulling at her nipples. Tammy pulled her lips from his long enough to lift the shirt up and over her head, exposing her upper body completely to him. Their mouths met again as John began to explore more freely her breasts and neck area. He could hear the screams in his head, calling him to stop what he was doing, trying to convince him that he was making a mistake, but he paid them no head. He was gone now. He didn’t care about the consequences. He wanted her. He wanted her more than he wanted to breath. His body was on fire and only she would satisfy him. Nothing would stop him from having this beauty sitting on his lap. She was equally on fire. Her pussy was already soaking wet, her breathing intense as she felt his powerful hands grab at her tits. His touch revealed his passion. He was consumed with desire for her, and it had an incredible effect on her. It was this pure sexual passion that she could never adequately explain to Adam. It was this intense desire to fuck that he would never understand. It had nothing to do with love. She loved him. This was not love, it was pure need. Consuming need. She had no control of herself, she simply had to feed the desire within her. John moved his hands underneath Tammy and lifted her up, rising from his chair. He carried her over to the bed and lowered her down onto it. She laid back, exposing herself fully to him. He quickly climbed onto the bed, his mouth moving directly to her breasts. His lips wrapped around her left nipple, sucking it into his mouth, his teeth biting down on it. He pulled at him, enjoyed it, devoured it. Tammy reached up and grabbed at the bulge in John’s pants, rubbing his cock through his jeans. He moved to the other breast as she began to unbutton his pants, sliding the zipper down. They paused for a second, long enough to pull of their pants, freeing themselves from the last of their clothing. John moved back to her breasts, his tongue sliding across the very hard nipples. He knelt on all fours beside her, giving her easy access to his hard penis. Her hands moved to it, grabbing it and pulling at his balls. Slowly he moved his head down her flat stomach, kissing her bellybutton, flicking his tongue in it. He turned as he moved, bringing his legs closer to her head. He lifted a leg up and over her face, closing his body in around her head. His lips began to kiss her inner thigh as he felt her lips on his balls. John slowly rubbed his chin across her saturated mound, breathing in deeply, lost in her incredibly sweet aroma. He continued to rub his chin against her, his hands coming up to slowly rub across her legs. Tammy mouth wrapped fully around his balls, sucking them in, her tongue flicking at them. Her hands rubbed across his ass, feeling his skin. She parted her legs a little further, and groaned as she felt the first touch of his tongue. It was so slight a touch, just a faint flick across her pussy lips. She tried to raise herself up into his mouth, but he pulled back, allowing only his hot breath to penetrate her desperate cunt. She moved down slightly, releasing his balls from her mouth, and focusing on his shaft. Her tongue slid up the shaft, and she pulled it down and into her mouth. John couldn’t believe how amazing it felt when his cock slid into Tammy’s mouth. It was so wet and warm, so perfect. He felt her tongue rubbing against his shaft, and began to slowly pump his lower body. At the same time, his tongue darted out and finally went deep inside her. She groaned loudly as relief finally came to her pussy. He lapped up her juices, now licking her with incredible force. He was so hungry for every drop of her moistness, so wanting her cunt. His fingers joined his tongue in fucking her, sliding in and out of her tight lips. Her mouth began to move faster on his cock, sucking it hard, her tongue flicking at the head, tasting his pre-cum. She could feel his balls tightening, and she knew that he was slowly getting ready to explode. Suddenly he lifted his mouth from her pussy and climbed off of her. She looked as he stood at the bottom of the bed, staring at her. For a second she wondered if he was changing his mind, if he was about to put a stop to what they were doing, but he only stared, his cock sticking straight out from his body. “Damn!” John finally said, as he crawled back on the bed and on top of her. With one motion he mounted her, his cock sliding easily into her waiting pussy. They both groaned at the incredible feel of the first fucking motion, and quickly started their rhythm, his cock pumping in and out of her cunt. “Oh, god! You feel so good!” Tammy groaned, her hands on his ass, pushing with each thrust he made, trying to get him to go even deeper. It was a hard fuck, a desperate fuck, a fast fuck. John continued to pound in and out of her pussy, his hands reaching for her tits, grabbing each nipple, pulling at them as he lowered his lips on her. He could feel his climax come, and continued to push hard. Suddenly his cock began to swell, and her eyes opened as she moaned with pleasure. As he grew, she felt the first wave of orgasm overwhelm her body, and she began to explode as his cum blasted deep inside her body. It was so hot as it filled her pussy, as her lips tighten around his shaft as she came. They continued to kiss after their orgasm, each kissing coming a little more gentler than the last, until finally John collapsed beside his sister on the bed. They laid quietly, listening to each other’s breathing, the smell of sex so strong in the air. “Wow,” Tammy said, whispering, “That was unbelievable.” John was quiet. Regret was beginning to consume him. He should have said no. Finally he spoke, “Tammy, that was wrong, we shouldn’t have done that.” Tammy looked over at John and kissed him, noticing that he didn’t try to refuse the kiss. “John, stop it. It was bound to happen, you and I both know it. Now, relax. You’re going to go home, tell Adam that I’m sorry and promise it will never happen again, and that I want to work things out. It’s going to be fine.” “Just like that?” “Well, I am definitely sticking around now. Let’s face it, we’re not over yet, honey. I plan on fucking you many more times, and the best way to do that is to stay married to your brother.” John looked at the beauty stretched out beside him. She was incredible. And he was hooked, he knew it. He knew he didn’t have the power to refuse her, already he wanted her again. John Hanley had it made. He had everything. But he wanted her so much, he would risk it all just to have her. It was the start of something very powerful. The Sister-in-Law I pulled the car off the road and drove down the track a couple of hundred yards, stopping in a small clearing. I switched off and the summer twilight fell silent except for the faint cooling sounds from the engine. Jo, in the passenger seat, didn't say anything, but turned her head towards me. I reached out for her hand, and held it. I was aware that one way or another, my life was going to change forever in the next few minutes. I'd first met Jo, my sister, two years ago, when she was 52 and I was 55, She'd returned from Canada, where she'd been living for the past 7 years, and I had felt an attraction to her the first day that I met her, but had tried to rationalise it as the natural pleasure of meeting a sexy, intelligent and attractive lady.She seemed as glad to meet me as I was to meet her. For the past 18 months I'd been increasingly drawn towards her, -when we met we'd hug and kiss(on the lips- none of this 'mwah, mwah' air kissing.!) and I'd imagined that the hugs were a little closer than those normal between close relatives.-Anyway, during the past year I had started to fantasise about her.-Did she feel the same way about me? (God! Wouldn't that be wonderful...!) I didn't know, and couldn't ask, so I had to burn in solitary lust, thinking of what might be... Let me describe Jo. Quite short and very cuddly (I thought of her as 'Rubenesque' and spent an appreciable part of most days mentally undressing her..) She spoke with a soft Lancashire accent, and had a particularly dirty laugh..She had been married, but had divorced about ten years before our meeting, and as far as I knew, she wasn't in a steady relationship. A blonde when we first met, she had recently reverted to her natural brunette.Her lips, when we kissed in greeting or goodbye, were soft and warm and sweet and I'm getting a hard-on just thinking of her..I had constructed some detailed fantasies involving us both, - I must have taken myself in hand (so to speak..) thinking of her, hundreds of times since we met. I seem to be getting hornier as I get older..I've always had a high sex drive, unlike my wife, who shows very little interest in sex. My Portugese Fantasy... One of my favourite scenarios is when the three of us go on holiday for a week at aholiday apartment on the coast of Portugal. During the week, my wife drives 50 miles to Faro in our hire car to stay for two days with an old school friend. I assured her that we wouldn't feel abandoned, and that we'd find ways of passing the time.. The first night after she'd left I was in the double bed, viscerally aware of Jo., in her bed just across the lounge..I had an erection. I pushed the bedclothes down to the foot of the bed. I started wanking slowly, pinching my nipple...I was well away in fantasy-land, trying not to gasp too audibly as I worked at my cock, when I heard a faint sound from Jo's room...It sounded like quiet sobbing, or heavy breathing..I held my breath, and could just hear, over the breathing, the faint rhythmic sound of bedsprings..I quietly got up from the bed, and, preceded by my throbbing erection, padded silently across the lounge, stopping just outside Jo's room. The door was slightly open, and the sound of her soft gasping was louder..I pushed the door fully open, and could see, in the streetlight filtering through the curtains, Jo, lying naked on her back, her right hand between her legs, moving in time with her soft panting breaths..her left hand was grasping her breast and rubbing her nipple.. I slipped into the room. 'Jo?' I whispered. She stopped moving, and then turned her face to me..I couldn't read her expression as her face was in shadow, but she replied, 'Dom! oh Dom!...please, my love, finish me off.!' I was at her side in two strides, and as I leaned over her, she spread her legs wide, and I leaned down to lick her wet hairs and slit..she tasted so delicious. -my tongue darted in and out, savouring her sweet juices, and she gasped, 'Come into me, darling, I want you to finish me off with your cock..' I knelt between her legs which she raised and wrapped around my waist, pulling me down onto her hot, wet cunt. She grabbed my rigid prick and pulled it to her slit.... 'Oh! God! Jo, Jo, my love' I gasped, 'Do you know how long I've waited for this?' As I said 'this', I leaned forward and my cock split her open and slid into her wet pussy so easily. I rammed her hard and fast, lost in the divine sensation of my cock held tight in her sweet cunt. She bucked up against my thrusts, screaming softly as she felt my swollen shaft deep inside her. 'Oh! Jesus! I'm coming, I'm coming!' she cried, and gave a final spasm as she climaxed, her cunt tightening on my prick. I screwed her as she whimpered with release, and pulled out of her, my cock slippery with her hot cum. 'Now finish me off, ' I whispered, and she grasped my throbbing shaft and wanked me until I was on a hair trigger.. 'Come over my tits, ' she said. I knelt over her as she jerked me off, spurting my hot load over her lovely tits, and placed my cock between them, pushing them tight together so that every drop of cum was squeezed out.. We slept deeply, twined closely together on the bed... End of Portugese Fantasy. So, -we sat in the gathering darkness, holding hands in a companionable silence. I wondered if she could hear my heartbeat - it was deafening me! I leaned over to give her a brief brother kiss, and she didn't say anything, just turned her face to mine ('this is it'..) I thought, and the air was filled with the smell of burning bridges. Her lips touched mine, and I felt the softness and warmth of them...two seconds, three, -longer than we'd ever kissed before..Does she feel the same?.Then it happened. I felt the smallest movement of her lips, and then (and then!) the tip of her tongue pushed gently into my mouth and between my teeth. I didn't respond for a second, -in shock! then I moved my tongue to touch hers, and our world changed forever. Jo let out a low moan, and pressed her lips tight against mine, and her grip on my hand tightened..Then we were sucking each others' tongues hard, and the next thing I was aware of was her lifting my hand to her breast...my hand trembled as I brushed her erect nipple through her blouse, then pushed her blouse up so that her bra was revealed. She pulled her lips away from mine and whispered my name over and over again..My hands moving of their own accord, I turned towards her and lifted her brassiere, -her gorgeous smooth, full titties fell into my hands, and I lifted a breast and took the swelling nipple into my mouth, running my tongue around it and nibbling it gently.. Jo lifted her lovely breasts toward me so that I could kiss them more thoroughly, and as I did so, my hand slipped to her knee. We were both lost in our arousal, and I moved my trembling hand slowly up the inside of her thigh, under her short skirt. Slowly, slowly, until my questing fingers touched her panties...I could feel her heat and wetness and felt my cock filling my trousers to bursting. Throwing all my doubts to the winds, I slowly slid a finger up past her panties into her hot lips. She groaned softly and raised her hips. 'Take them off, love..'she whispered, and I slid her panties down and off, then she spread her legs as far as she could, and put her hand behind my head to pull me down to her slit..I nuzzled deep into her hairs and hot cunt, and my tongue played with her swollen clit.. 'I've wanted you to do this for so long' she gasped, and felt her hand rubbing on my swollen cock, and pulled away from her delicious slit to undo my belt and trousers. Jo's fingers were on my zip in a moment, and in another moment my throbbing cock had sprung out into her hand.. 'He's so big and lovely' she breathed, and she leaned over and licked the tip of my engorged prick..I nearly came there and then, but managed to control it. She pulled down the foreskin so that my swollen wet head was bare, then her mouth went down on me and I stopped thinking-my hand was between her thighs, and I was fingering her in time with her thrusting my shaft deep into her mouth. 'Oh, Jo, I want to fuck you so hard!' I gasped. She pulled off my cock. 'I want it, too' she said, - have you got a blanket?' Well, I'd got an old waxed coat in the boot, and three minutes later she was on her back under the trees, her legs wide apart, and I was kneeling between them, the tip of my throbbing prick just touching her wet hairs.. 'Are you sure you want this? I asked, already knowing the answer.She nodded and reached out to grasp my nob and pull it down into her wonderful cunt. I gasped with pleasure as my cock slid slowly up inside her hot wet passage, until my balls were tight against her hairs and mound, and then she started to fuck herself on me, thrusting her hips hard against my cock, as I rutted her so deeply..I leaned down to kiss her, and as we twined our tongues, she shivered and came suddenly, her cunt tightening on my prick. I was already on the brink, and this was the trigger that made my cock spasm and pump my hot come deep inside her.. We lay quietly as our heartbeats slowed, and the enormity of what had happened slowly sank in. 'How long have you known?' I asked her. 'Since the day we met', she answered, as I pulled slowly out of her and she held my cock, masturbating me slowly and rubbing our sticky cum over her thighs and stomach..'It's been so long since I've had sex, -I'd almost forgotten how good it is' she smiled and we kissed again.'If you only knew how many nights I've lay in my bed fingering myself and wishing you were there'.she said. 'Not as many times as I've wanked myself to exhaustion thinking of you' I replied. 'Did you have any fantasies about us' I asked. 'Oh, yes', she said. 'One of my favourites is when you visit me at my house and I'm waiting for you in the hall, dressed in some old bra and panties, -I know they're going to get ripped'. she laughed softly.'They stay on about ten seconds before you have me on the floor, skewering me like a butterfly on a pin..' My cock was stiffening again, and Jo leaned down to lick the tip. 'Then we go to bed for days, only getting up to eat'. I reached down and slipped my finger into her sticky cunt, finger-fucking her slowly. 'One of my fantasies is where you visit us for a few days' I said, 'and whenever we meet in the house and Pam. isn't in sight, I grab your sweet titties, kiss your nipples, and feel you between your legs -in the evening you take a shower before bed, and I make sure that I'm upstairs when you go to your bedroom..you're standing there naked with your nightdress above your head, -the room smells of soap and warm woman..I come up behind you, reach around under your arms and lift your wonderful titties, squeezing your hard nipples. Then my hands slide down your stomach to your thatch, and I pull you back against me as my fingers part your wet lips..you open your legs to let me in further, ' As I said this she laughed softly and spread her knees wide.. 'Like this?' she whispered... I couldn't resist it..(Not that I was trying to!)-.My cock was plunged into her within seconds, and we made frantic and sweaty love, -coming at the same moment, -it was mind-blowing..! When we'd got our breath again, I continued... 'I finger you until you're sopping wet, then you go to the bed, kneel with your lovely bottom raised towards me, and reach behind you to pull your lips open wide.. 'I want you deep inside me, lover' you whisper, and I place my wet, hot glans against your wide slit and ram it in suddenly.. 'Is that O.K.? I gasp, as I feel your tight walls sliding on my shaft.. 'Oh, yes! yes!' you cry softly, -'Push, oh! push.' I climb up onto the bed behind you and shag you mercilessly, pushing you down flat on the bed, lying on you as my cock spears you so deep, until you cry out, muffled by the pillow, - 'Oh! God! I'm coming, I'm coming..! And I feel your hot juices gush, as I climax and pump you full of my hot load... 'What a lovely thought' said Jo, 'from now on that will be one of my fantasies as well'. 'It doesn't have to be a fantasy any longer', I said, 'let's do it tomorrow'. 'Why tomorrow?' chuckled Jo throatily, 'We're both going to need showers tonight...' The Sister-in-Law Ch. 02 Jo gave a little shiver of pleasure as my fingers brushed her clit.She lay on her side facing me,her leg over my thigh,and her sopping wet slit tempting me to excite her with my fingers and tongue. Afternoon sunlight glowed on the closed curtains,filling the room with a shifting yellow glow. Jo's beautiful cuddly body always aroused lustful feelings in me,(even when she was fully dressed!) but when she was nude and in bed with me I just wanted to be deep inside her all the time. Our affair (see 'The Sister-in-Law') was just starting its second year. If my wife wondered why Jo visited her so often she didn't mention it. Jo and I managed to have a day in bed together about once a month..I wished it were at least once a week, but we'd agreed to play it safe. P.,my wife, was away in Cornwall visiting her mother for the weekend. She'd left this morning after breakfast. 'You'll look after Jo, won't you?' she'd said as she left the house. I glanced at Jo, and she caught my eye and gave a smile. 'I'm sure Dom and I can find something to do',she said. When P. phoned to say that she'd arrived at her destination, Jo and I,after a morning of caressing and kissing every few minutes, were in her bedroom undressing each other in preparation for a shower. As I undid her bra and removed it, her hands were rubbing my swollen pants. I hooked my thumbs over the waistband of her knickers and slipped them down, and she pulled my pants off and knelt in front of me,pulling my foreskin down so that my purple head filled her hand. She wanked me slowly, whispering what she'd like me to do to her..(my cock swelled even more.. I loved it when Jo talked dirty..)Then she licked my tip, and her tongue tip played with the slit in my glans. God! The sensation sent electric shocks down to my toes..I groaned with lust and ordered Jo to get her arse up on the bed, because I was going to give her the most thorough fucking of her life.. She lay back on the bed, legs wide apart, feet on the floor, and, after sucking her juices for a minute or so,(delicious!) I knelt astride her and as she pulled her divine cunt wide with her fingers, and I rubbed my prick between her lips,feeling the heat and wetness sucking at my cock. 'Oh! Fill me up!', she gasped, and thrust her hips up so that I slid further into her. As my shaft speared her, I squeezed her full tits, running my thumbs over her erect nipples. She reciprocated, pinching my nipples almost painfully as my cock squished and plunged in, then almost out. We wanted the pleasure to last all afternoon, so after we had got ourselves on the brink, we stopped and lay there for a few minutes. I pulled out slowly, and we moved to the bathroom. Under the shower I soaped Jo's tits very thoroughly,lifting them and rubbing her hard nipples. I stood behind her and lowered myself so that my cock slid between her legs, poking out through her hairs. She grasped me and wanked me for a minute, then said- 'I want to try it up my bottom'. This was a real surprise to me, as we'd never discussed anal sex before. 'Are you sure?' I asked,'I don't want to hurt you.' 'We'll try it gradually', said Jo - just try an inch or two at first, and lots of shower gel!' I squirted a handful of gel over her hole and slipped my finger slowly into her,-a first for me...I could feel her anus tighten as I fingered her.. 'Here goes, sweet', I said, and pulled my cock from between her legs and pushed it against her hole..It slid in easily for about an inch, then Jo gave a squeak of pain- 'Slowly, lover', she gasped,'your cock feels huge'. I pulled out. 'What we need is something to open you gradually' I said-'perhaps there's a carrot in the kitchen'. I found a nice long carrot, less wide than my cock,and after covering it with gel, Jo reached behind her and grasped the carrot, easing it into her lovely arse...slowly the carrot slid up until she had 6" inside her..she started to thrust in and out.. 'That's better' she said' it feels ..different, but it doesn't hurt,-try again'. She withdrew the carrot and I held my cock against her hole. 'I'll let you do the work',I said,'You can take me in as far as you want.' She pushed back aainst my rigid shaft.Her anus gripped my glans, and then as she pushed further back onto me, I felt her muscles relax and my nob slid in another 2". It was tight, and the feeling was amazing. She held my cock tight and deep inside her, and I started to thrust into her. 'Is that O.K.'? 'Mmmmm'.sighed Jo,'that feels nice,push harder' I started to fuck her deep and slow, slipping a little further up with every stroke, until my balls were tight against her bottom. We stood there under the shower, my hands around Jo's tits, pulling her back onto me. 'I'm going to shag you until we come', I said,'tell me if it starts to hurt'. Jo grunted softly with each stroke,-I was rutting her deep and slow..I held the carrot. 'How about having it both ways?' I said, and reached around to slip the carrot into her cunt..she gasped with pleasure,- 'Oh! that's sooo good!-faster!' I rammed my cock up her as I fucked her from the front with the carrot.. 'I'm coming,..Oh! Fuck, I'm coming',she screamed, and as her arse tightened on my cock,I shuddered and shot my load inside her as I skewered her with the carrot..she twisted around and kissed me deeply. 'That was fantastic, lover, can't imagine why we didn't try it sooner..' We dried each other (I loved to dry between her legs by licking her..) and retired to the bedroom to recover.We drifted off into a doze,my hand cupping her hot mound, her hand around my cock, looking forward to another day of slow comfortable sex.