4 comments/ 98455 views/ 33 favorites My Horny Sister-in-Law Ch. 02 By: Bluepen451 As I drove back across town, I struggled with two problems. The first was, just how the hell was I going to convince my wife, June, to let me fuck her horny sister Clarisse. June thought Clarisse was straight to the point of being nearly frigid. I now knew she was at least as horny as my wife and maybe more so. In addition, her black Baptist minister husband was maybe even more twisted. He wanted to watch. The second and related problem dealt with how sexy the last two hours I had just spent with Clarisse had been. Sitting in the back of my Escalade jerking off while she watched and did the same was one of the sexiest things I had done in years, and by the time I finished the 45-minute drive across town to our house, my dick was about three-quarters erect. Just getting my rocks off in the back of the Escalade hadn't done the job. I was still seriously horny. I was hoping the conversation about the first topic would go well, because I really wanted to get laid by June this afternoon, but I was afraid I was just going to get yelled at. Also, no doubt about it, I really wanted to fuck Clarisse too, but that was out for this afternoon and probably forever, if my conversation with June didn't go well. When I walked into our living room, June was waiting for me, sitting naked on the couch, just as she had said she would be in her message of earlier in the day. Before she could say anything, I said, "June, I didn't fuck your sister. Really I didn't. But I have to tell you; she is one of the horniest women I've ever met. You've been all wrong about her and Herman being so straight." "I know you didn't fuck my sister, and you're right, I've been wrong about her and Herman all this time. I just got off the phone with her, and she told me all about your lunch and what went on in the back of the SUV, and she even told me about how she exposed herself to you at the party last week. She is really a very naughty girl." "No shit," I said. As she spoke she spread her legs and slid a couple of fingers into her glistening pussy. My already swollen prick continued to grow. "You know what else she told me?" I was silent, afraid to ask. "She told me how cute she thought you were when you said you couldn't fuck her because of me." I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It was going to be fucking, not yelling this afternoon. "She also told me how you squirted cum all over her dress. That was very nasty, Richard. We have a lot to talk about, and I want to do it while you have your big, hard, stiff cock in my pussy." She wiggled a finger, inviting me to walk to where she was sitting. When I stood in front of her she sat up and released the zipper on my trousers. Reaching into my pants with her hand, she began to stroke my cock (in the rush to dress when Clarisse and I were almost discovered in the parking lot, I had neglected to put my jockey shorts back on). Once June had my prick out of my trousers, she began to lick the helmet, causing it to bob and jerk on its own. "Fuck, that feels good," I said. Her response to my comment was to inhale about half my cock into her mouth and to then begin jerking the remainder of the shaft with her hand (which she had lubed with her apparently ample pussy juice). She pulled her lips back nearly to the head, sucking as she went, and then inhaled it again. She repeated this cock sucking/jerking process several times until, I assume, she was satisfied that I was good and hard. Then she leaned back against the couch and patted the place next to her and said, "Lie down, I want to ride you while you tell me about your lunch." I finished stripping off the rest of my clothes and lay down on the couch where she had been sitting, my dick standing tall and proud. June stroked it for a bit and then threw a leg over me and settled down astride me. My dick was sliding back and forth against her slippery pussy lips and her clit, not yet inside her. Then she adjusted herself and my dick slid into her hot, wet, slippery cunt. Oh fuck! Jerking off in front of Clarisse had been good, but this was so much better. I immediately began flexing my hips to pump my cock in and out of her, but she put her hand on my chest and said, "No, not yet. I want to hear about my sister and her horny husband." She didn't pull herself off my cock. She just wanted to hear the story with my cock filling her pussy, and she knew that if we really started going to it she wouldn't get the story out of me before we got so absorbed in the fucking that we forgot about the story. "Okay," I said, and did my best to hold still. "My first clue that it wasn't going to be a typical lunch with a minister's wife came in the way she was dressed. Her dark skirt was very tight and came only to about the middle of her thighs. She wore a white blouse, but it was quite sheer, allowing anyone who saw her to see the lacy bra she wore beneath it, which barely contained her tits. Her black pumps had to have at least four inches of heel. The whole outfit just dripped sex." "My sister? Amazing! A few hours ago I would have said 'bullshit,' but given the phone conversation we just had, it all makes sense. She is apparently even more of a slut than I am." As she spoke, I reached up and began to softly massage her tits. Oh, I so love playing with her tits. I described in detail the rest of our lunch, including the way she teased the young waiter, her display of cleavage, the shedding of undergarments in the washroom, and her fondling of my cock. Then I told June about our mutual masturbation session in the back seat of our SUV. By the time I finished that tale, my cock was hard as flint, and June was starting to twist her hips and fuck me. "Wait," I said, knowing I needed to get the whole story out. "There is more to this story that you need to know. Remember how I told you about Herman watching Clarisse expose herself to me on the back porch of their house at last week's party?" June froze, still sitting with my cock impaling her, but no longer fucking me. "Yes, I remember," she said cautiously. "Well, he got so turned on by watching that he now wants—is really obsessed with—watching me fuck Clarisse. Apparently it really gets him off to watch Clarisse fuck another man, and now he is focused on me." "Really?" June said. "So what does Clarisse think of this idea?" "She's fine with it, as long as you and I are okay with it." "And of course you don't have a problem with it?" she said sarcastically. "What can I say? I'm a guy." As I spoke I flexed my cock in her cunt. "Oh! Fuck!" she exclaimed, her eyes flashing wide open. "Don't do that when we are talking." "Okay, but what do you think?" "Fuck! You're asking me if it's okay if you screw my sister while her twisted husband watches, just to help her with her husband's nagging?" "Yeah, well it doesn't sound so good when you put it that way." June leaned down, mashing her tits against my chest, and whispered in my ear, "Fuck yes, it's okay as long as I get to fuck Herman's big dick. You can even watch us if you want." She stuck her tongue in my ear and used the muscles in her cunt to squeeze my cock. I damn near lost it right there. She sat up again, still massaging my cock with her cunt muscles and said, "You know, dear, there was one detail you left out about your tryst with my sister, which wasn't very smart, given I had told you she and I talked." "What'd I leave out?" I asked. The way she was massaging my cock with her cunt was making it impossible to focus on anything except the sensations in my prick. "The one detail you left out was the part about finger-fucking her in the restaurant." "Oops. I forgot." "Bullshit! But don't worry about it. You 'fessed up to most of everything else." She was still massaging my cock with her cunt muscles. I wasn't sure how long I could hold out. "Damn it, woman, stop that if you want to keep this conversation going!" June giggled and said, "Okay, but there isn't a lot more to talk about. You want to fuck Clarisse, and Clarisse wants to fuck you, and I'm fine with all that as long as I get to fuck Herman. Are you okay with that?" I was so horny at that point that I would have said okay to her fucking Dick Cheney and Barack Obama in a threesome, so long as someone stood guard to make sure Dick hadn't brought his shotgun. "Sure, fine, absolutely. Now let's fuck!" "Great. Now we just have to get Herman to bless this plan, and then Clarisse and I can figure out the details. She is going to talk to him about it when they go to bed tonight." Taking the matter as settled, June began furiously humping me and I reciprocated. "Oh, fuck! I'm so close," I groaned. "Oh God, me too. I've been thinking about this ever since Clarisse called me as she drove away from the parking lot after your lunch." June began to whimper and cry, and a moment later she screamed loudly as her cunt clamped down on my cock. That set me off, and I squirted what felt like a gallon of cum into her cunt in my second orgasm for the day. * * * * * I was traveling on business for the next few days. When I called home each evening, the first thing I asked about was whether she had heard back from Clarisse yet. After hearing nothing for a couple of days, I asked June, "Do you think Herman isn't willing to go along with this?" "I don't know," she said. "Based on what Clarisse has told me, he is such a twisted, horny, bastard that he'll want to go along for sure. But who knows? A week ago I thought they hardly even had sex. Now it looks like my sister and her husband-the-minister are swingers. I'll call her tomorrow and see what's happening." When I got back from my road trip the next night, the first thing I asked was what Clarisse had said when June called her. "Oh they're both on board, but there is a complication." "What's the problem?" "Nothing serious. It's just that all four of us have been summoned to dinner at my parent's house tomorrow night." "Oh," I said showing my disappointment. I really was looking forward to a kinky foursome with June and her sister and brother, but it wasn't going to be tomorrow night if we had to go to her straight-laced parents' house for dinner. "I know. I know," June, said. "I was looking forward to this, too, but putting it off for a night or two isn't the end of the world." "Wait a minute," I said. "We're going to stay overnight like we always do, aren't we?" (June's parents lived in a small town about a hundred and fifty miles north of us.) "Of course." "Well, maybe we can do something while we're all there." "Are you nuts? You want us to have a foursome in my parent's house while they are there? If they catch us, you and Herman are likely to be castrated, and Clarisse and I will end up in a nunnery." "Oh, good point. I'll wait." * * * * * June and I arrived at her parents' home late in the afternoon of the next day. Clarisse and Herman were already there. The four of us were, as was customary for our infrequent visits home, dressed in our Sunday best—dark suit, white shirt and conservative tie for the men and a long, flowered dress for the ladies. When we walked in, I shook hands with Herman. Clarisse wrapped her arms loosely around me for a sister style hug (hugs were permitted in the family, but only briefly). Clarisse smelled heavenly and she and I couldn't resist breaking the rules just a bit. I held her just a bit longer than was proper, and she broke the hug by twisting just so she rubbed her ample tits against my chest ever so lightly. I could feel my dick stir just a bit, warning me that I was going to have to be on good behavior or risk embarrassing myself. June and Herman were behind me so I couldn't see what they were doing, but I saw Clarisse's eyes light up and a brief smirk flash across her face, so I figured they were up to something that wouldn't be approved conduct in the Reverend Farlington's household. We had just pulled apart when the girl's mother (Sandra or Mom as we all called her on our infrequent visits) swept into the room bearing a tray of iced tea for all. I smiled graciously as I accepted a glass, thinking fondly of the glass of bourbon Clarisse had handed me on the back porch at her house. I took a quick sip and noted, without surprise, that it was in fact simply sweetened iced tea. If it had been bourbon, I probably would have dropped in shock on the spot. Mom was an attractive woman in her late forties (Clarisse and June had been born twelve months apart before Mom reached twenty). Like her daughters, she had an ample bosom, which was well hidden beneath a conservative gray dress. Although she had never been heavy, it seemed to me that she was a bit trimmer than she had been the last time I had seen her. She probably could have traded dresses with either of her daughters without any problems. Of course, it was hard to tell as her gray dress effectively hid most of her body. When she finished serving the iced tea, she greeted each of the girls with a hug and Herman and me with a warm handshake, much as she probably did on Sunday mornings as she and her husband greeted the departing church members. Mom settled into a couch, crossing her legs with her dress draped carefully well below her knees. The rest of us took seats in various places around the living room. Just as we were seated, the right reverend James Farlington ("Rev" or "Jimmy" as he was known in the family) walked into the room, and we all popped back up and the greeting ritual was repeated, again with all the sterility of the Sunday morning church greeting. Rev was a tall thin man, roughly the same age as Mom. He might have been characterized as gangly but for the exquisite control he seemed to have over his body. He always moved with the grace of a dancer and, like Mom, he retained his youthful handsomeness. They must have been a stunning couple thirty years ago, I thought. When we sat again, Rev took a seat next to Mom, and I noticed that he sat close enough that his thigh was pressed against hers. It was nothing I would have considered out of the ordinary with any of our friends, but in this household it seemed an extraordinary public display of affection. I discarded the idea, telling myself that Clarisse's hug had put my mind in the gutter. We chatted amicably, with the women doing most of the talking, and Rev, Herman and I listening politely. God how I wished that glass of iced tea had been bourbon. After awhile Mom arose to tend to supper, and Clarisse and June followed her out of the room volunteering to help, as if it were optional. That left us men folk to deal with our silence. That really wasn't much of a problem however, as Herman and Rev, both successful preachers, were more than capable of creating and carrying on an amicable conversation where no one had any real interest in saying anything. It was a requirement of the trade for them. They were even careful to draw me into their conversation, and no one expressed even the slightest degree of dissent from anything that was said—a perfectly amicable, and totally sterile, conversation, devoid of meaning. After half an hour's discussion of their respective churches and my business, one of the girls stuck her head in the room to announce that dinner was served. Dinner was a shocker—I mean a real shocker for all four of us. Rev and Mom served wine with dinner! It wasn't good wine, mind you, and there was only one small glass each, but it was wine, and it had alcohol in it. At first, I wondered if it was a trap, with Rev and Mom waiting to pounce on the first person who took a sip, but after I watched each of them take a sip, I decided what the hell and took a sip, expecting hell fire and brimstone to descend on me immediately. "Don't you think that's a lovely wine?" Mom said as she finished her second sip. I swear the earth moved beneath my chair. Mom was asking me if I liked the wine she was serving with dinner and was drinking herself. I couldn't come up with a response. I was just tongue-tied. I took another sip to buy time. God, it was terrible wine, but I said, "Oh yes, it's very nice." Rev spoke up, "Well, I suppose you four are surprised to see us serving wine, but we've had a lot more time, since we got a new young assistant pastor in our church, and he and his lovely wife have encouraged us to try a few new things. Of course, we don't share this with our parishioners, but you folks are family." "Well, thank you, Rev," Herman said. "We appreciate your confidence in us." Having worked his courage up, he also took a sip of the wine. "Oh yes, very nice," he said. Just as he spoke, the next fright arrived. I felt Clarisse, who was sitting next to me, put her hand on my thigh and then slide it up until she began to lightly massage my dick. My dick, of course, didn't find it frightening. My dick immediately leapt to attention. It never had the good sense to be afraid of anything, but the alarm bells in my brain were deafening. What the fuck, drinking wine at mys' dinner table while my sister-in-law, who until a few weeks ago I had thought of as nearly asexual, stroked my cock beneath the table cloth. Had I slipped into an alternate universe? After a moment or two Clarisse mercifully removed her hand from my lap, and the world began to spin more or less properly on its axis again. Dinner proceeded normally from there, or as normally as it could, given that there was wine on the table in addition to the usual pot roast. But my shocks for the evening were far from over. About ten minutes later, Clarisse informed us all that she had dropped her napkin on the floor and asked if I could retrieve it for her. I pushed my chair back and dropped my head beneath the table reaching for the napkin. Clarisse had not only dropped it, but she had pushed it towards the middle of the table with her foot, insuring that I would look towards the far side of the table where June and Herman were seated. What the fuck! June had her long conservative dress pulled up around her hips and her legs spread wide showing me her glistening pussy. Apparently she had decided to dispense with panties for the evening. As I watched, I saw Herman's large hand descend from above and slowly insert a finger into her juicy cunt. The earth had stopped spinning again as I watched Herman finger-fuck my wife. Now, it wasn't that I was distressed about Herman finger-fucking my wife. After all I had agreed to the idea of the two of them fucking so I could do the same with Clarisse, but here, at dinner in the family home? Unfortunately, the world had not stopped turning for those on top of the table, and I heard the Rev's deep rumbling voice, "Having trouble down there, son?" "Oh, no sir," I said as I scrambled back into my chair and handed Clarisse her napkin. "It just had slid a ways under the table." "Thank you, Richard," Clarisse said. She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek, earning both of us a disapproving look from Rev. I looked quickly away and noticed a wry smile on Mom's lips. What the hell? The earth was wobbling on its axis again. I looked across at June. She looked perfectly content, giving me a very polite smile. How could she do that with Herman finger-fucking her? Just then I felt Clarisse's hand on my cock again. But she backed off shortly, and I took a long gulp of my wine and tried to get my blood pressure under control. Dinner proceeded more or less unexceptionally from there, and by the time we finished the lemon meringue pie, I was beginning to feel normal, for dinner at thes that is. As we sipped our coffee (decaf of course, Mom was careful to assure us) Rev began to talk about his new Assistant Pastor, and Clarisse resumed her massage of my dick through my trousers. "He's a right sharp young man," he said. "Of course he's a might liberal, as these young guys tend to be. I swear, I sometimes wonder what they are teaching these kids in Seminary these days. But I have to admit, I kind of like some of his ideas, and he sure can raise money and attract new members. You can't argue with that." My Horny Sister-in-Law Ch. 02 "Oh, and you should meet his wife," Mom chimed in. "She is just about the cutest little bug you've ever met." "Sure is," Rev chimed in. "She has some pretty liberal ideas too, though." "Now Rev," Mom responded. "You know you like her. I've seen how you look at her when you think none of us are watching, and you seem to enjoy her 'liberal ideas,' like this wine we're drinking." "Well, the wine is pretty good," Rev said, ignoring Mom's accusation that he was lusting after the new Assistant Pastor's wife. "You know, Mom, you really are right about the wine, and seeing this is a kind of special occasion, with the kids here and all, maybe we should have another glass. Can you bring the bottle out?" "Certainly dear," Mom said as she stood. "I was just thinking how much I would enjoy a bit more myself. When she returned from the kitchen she carried two gallon wine jugs, one fast approaching empty and the other a full, unopened one. "Well, the open bottle is nearly empty dear, but fortunately we have another," she said. She walked around the table filling wine glasses. When she leaned over my shoulder to fill my glass, I felt her tits lightly brush my shoulder. She was much more blatant about it when she filled Rev's glass, rubbing her breast against the side of his head. My wife, who had noticed her mother's conduct, was smirking at me, and Clarisse was still periodically stroking my dick. My God, all the women in this family were as horny as June! Much to my surprise, the six of us sat there and polished off all of the wine brought out from the kitchen, well over a gallon. I can't speak for the others, but I was getting pretty hammered by the time Mom stopped bringing the wine jug around for refills. It wasn't like Rev and Mom were just watching us drink, either. No, they were doing their share and then some. I also noticed that every time Mom leaned over my shoulder to refill my glass she brushed me with her boob, a little harder each time. She was doing the same to Herman also, who was looking decidedly uncomfortable every time it happened. About the time the second bottle ran out Mom said, "You know children, I'm getting a little sleepy. I think it's time for Rev and me to head up to bed. Do you girls mind cleaning up for me?" We all chimed in, saying that was just fine and we would get things cleaned up before we went up ourselves. With that, Rev rose like the true southern gentleman he believed he was and helped Mom from her chair. The four of us sat there watching them leave the room, but as they passed through the door, we saw that Mom had her hand on Rev's ass and was fondling it. The four of us stared at each other in shock. No one said anything for a good 30 or 40 seconds until Herman, whispered loudly, "What the fuck just happened?" Then we all talked at once: "We drank wine at dinner!" "And they drank it, too!" "A lot of wine!" "She was fondling his ass!" "What the fuck!" "Are we in the right house?" "Who stole our parents, and who were those people?" "Wow!" "Something has changed!" "Big time!" The conversation, if you could call it that, went on like that for a while with all of us talking past each other in exclamations. Clarisse finally took charge. "Okay. Enough everyone. This calls for a family meeting. Herman, did you bring that joint?" "I brought two, and I think we all need to have some right now." "No, not yet. Let's get the kitchen cleaned up first or we'll never get it done." We all agreed on that and jumped to it. Fifteen minutes later the place was shining, and we had all adjourned to a gazebo on the back lawn where we lit up one of the joints and were passing it around. They had a huge back lawn that ran about a hundred yards down to the river, so we were well away from the house. We talked about the girls' parents, but as you might imagine, we were quickly too silly to reach any meaningful conclusions. Then the conversation turned in a new direction, when Clarisse said to Herman and me, "Hey, you guys are still dressed up. You need to do something about that." "How much would you like us to take off?" Herman asked. "Everything," June responded. "I will if you will," said Herman looking pointedly at June, and in another minute all four of us were naked and passing around the second joint. There was some soft outdoor lighting, so it wasn't like we couldn't see each other, and as I looked at Clarisse and June I began to get aroused. So was Herman, I noticed. Damn. June was right. He did have a big dick. "You girls were being very naughty at dinner," I said. "Well, I know what June was doing, but what was Clarisse up to?" Herman asked. "I wasn't crawling around under the table playing peeping-tom like Richard here." "Oh, I was just stroking his cock from time to time," Clarisse said. "Kind of like this," as she reached over and began to stroke my cock again, only this time without the impediment of my trousers. "But what were you and June up to?" she continued. "My slutty wife had her dress pulled up, and he was finger-fucking her," I said. "It appears that she forgot to wear any panties tonight." "Oh, don't be too hard on her," Clarisse said. "I didn't wear any either. We both agreed not to. You have to do something to keep these family dinners from being too boring." As she spoke, she cupped a few drops of my precum in her palm and used it to lube the head of my cock. I sucked in a gasp and then said, "Well, there was nothing boring about this dinner." "Amen brother," said Herman, and then he gasped as June bent over him and rubbed the head of his cock between her tits. June had her ass pointed at me as she bent over and I could see that she was very aroused, her pussy glistening. "June dear," I said as Clarisse continued to massage my prick, "I thought you told me we weren't going to have our little family exchange tonight. Something about the Rev castrating Herman and me if we were caught?" "Well, dear, in case you missed dinner, I think some things have changed in this family." "Yeah," Clarisse laughed. "My guess is that the Rev has Mom bent over right now, and he is poking her good and hard and listening to her squeal. The last thing he is thinking about is what we are up to way down here." "Clarisse!" June said. "Is that any way to talk about our parents? Shame on you!" "I'm just saying what I think." Then I could hear the dope kick in in June's voice. She giggled and then said, "You know little sister, you are so right. I bet those two are just going at it right now. Did you see her hand on his ass as they left the room?" That's when I decided some leadership was required. "Herman," I said. "I hear you want to watch me fuck your wife, and my wife tells me that she wants to fuck you. Let's throw those lounge pads out on the lawn and get on with this. I'm getting really horny." "No need for that," Clarisse interjected. She stepped in front of me so she was facing Herman and straddling my legs on both sides. Then she lowered herself on to my erect cock. Oh fuck! Her pussy felt so good. Herman and June were now sitting side by side watching us, each casually masturbating as they enjoyed the show. "Is this what you wanted to see Herman?" Clarisse asked. "Oh fuck yes! I been wanting to see this ever since I saw you show yourself off to him on the back porch at our little church party a few weeks ago." His dick was huge as he stroked it. It stood up like a black phone pole. June was having a hard time deciding whether to watch Clarisse and me fucking or to just stare in lust at Herman's big dick. She licked her lips as she looked. I started to flex my hips and pump my dick in and out of Clarisse, but she stopped me, saying, "Not so fast, Richard. We'll get there, but I want to make this last for Herman. I mean, I wanted to fuck you, of course, but this is really for Herman. He has been wanting this for weeks, and he needs to enjoy it." "Herman," she said, as I tried to hold still in her cunt, "there is something about Richard and me that I didn't tell you." "Yes?" "Well, the next day after our church group party, Richard and I had lunch, a really nasty lunch." "Did you fuck him without telling me or letting me watch?" He sounded menacing. "No, I didn't. Richard was a perfect gentleman. Even told me he couldn't fuck me because of his wife." "So what did you do, you nasty slut?" he was pumping his cock a little harder now, clearly aroused by Clarisse's dirty talk. "Well, first I dressed up in the sluttiest outfit I have. You know the one, with the sheer blouse, the lacy bra, the really short tight skirt and the four inch stiletto heels." "Yeah, I know the one," he said, "but you only wear it for me when we are in Vegas." "Well, I just wanted to see if it would work as well here in Atlanta as it does in Vegas." "Did you fuck him?" His paranoia, kicking in again. "No, I told you I didn't, but I'm really sorry you weren't there so I could. We wound up sitting in the back seat of his Escalade masturbating for each other, just like you and June are doing. When he came, he squirted all over my skirt, just like you did on my church dress the first night I met you." "Oh fuck," Herman said. "Go on, fuck him now!" With that approval, Clarisse began lifting herself with her legs almost off my cock and then slamming back down. We had been screwing around for so long that it didn't take long before we were both groaning and hanging on the edge of cumming. "Wait, wait!" June interjected. "Clarisse you should lean on the gazebo rail and let him fuck you from behind. He doesn't last long in that position, but he's really good." Clarisse and I both looked at Herman, and he nodded his head, so we stood and walked to the rail. Clarisse leaned forward, hanging on to the rail with her hands, bent over at the waist with her legs spread and her ass pointed at me. I slid in behind her grabbing her hips and then slid my dick into her. I began to stroke her slowly and deeply. She was groaning, "Oh fuck! Oh shit! He's so deep in me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Her big tits were swinging beneath her. "Harder!" June demanded. "Fuck her harder and faster. You know how. Just like I like it." "Yeah," chimed in Herman. "Fuck her harder. She needs it, the nasty little slut." So I began to really pound Clarisse. Her tits were swinging wildly now, and she was crying and uttering a string of profanities punctuated by unintelligible whimpering. It wasn't long before her body stiffened, and she screamed in her climax, her cunt squeezing my cock like a vice. I followed shortly after that with an enormous climax, filling her cunt with cum that squirted back and ran down her legs. Just as we finished, I heard Herman groan. I looked back over my shoulder in time to see him squirt a huge load of cum on my wife's face and naked chest. Once we recovered a bit, Clarisse walked naked around to their car in the front of the house to retrieve a bottle of quality wine (and a corkscrew) she and Herman had brought. I guess they had planned to have something in their room after dinner. While she was doing that, June walked naked back to the house to retrieve wine glasses. Apparently all the wine glasses were in the dishwasher, so she brought jelly jars. Then we all sat and killed a bottle of good California cabernet in the gazebo. Funny, it tasted fine in the jelly jars. Once the wine was gone, we picked up our clothes and walked naked back to the house where we switched bedrooms for the night (June with Herman and Clarisse with me). * * * * * June and I were the first ones down to the kitchen in the morning. She was making coffee as I walked in. "Hi lover," she said with a smile. "Hi to you, too," I responded. "How'd it go last night?" She smiled and looked about to insure we were alone. All she said was, "Umm, good. Film at 11:00." I cocked my head, suggesting I didn't understand what she meant. "It's amazing what you can do with an iPhone propped in the right position with the video feature recording," she said. "Ahh," I said. "Does Herman know you made a recording?" "Oh, yes. He wants a copy to share with Clarisse." Before the conversation could go any further, the others began to trickle in. I noticed that every woman in the household (Mom included) had that well and truly fucked look of contentment about her. Everyone just seemed to smile a lot at breakfast, and the Rev told us more about how he was going to go into semi-retirement, leaving the heavy work to the new young preacher. Mom said they were going to change their lifestyle a bit. I could see they were well on their way, although we were going to have to work on their taste in wine. We hung around long enough for breakfast and then drove home. The film at 11:00 was great—downright decadent. My Horny Sister-in-Law Ch. 03 Following posting of Chapter 2 of this story a number of readers expressed dismay at not getting the details of what happened between June and Herman following the couples romp in the back yard. I hadn't planned to write another chapter, but for those who want to know, here is another chapter focused on June's "Film at 11." Film at 11! God I couldn't wait. As my wife June and I drove back to our home in Atlanta that evening all I could think about was the "Film at 11" June had promised. My dick was about half engorged as I spun out one fantasy after another about what might be in Film at 11. June however was curled up in the passenger seat sleeping soundly for the full duration of our two-hour drive. What was in Film at 11? What I expected was a video of my sexy wife fucking a huge black cock that belonged to my brother, the Baptist preacher. We had just spent the night with June's family—her father (also a Baptist preacher—we called him Rev), her mother, her horny sister, Clarisse, and Clarisse's husband, Herman, also a Baptist minister and owner of the large black cock which I believed to be the star of Film at 11. We had always viewed June's family to be so sexually repressed by their strong religious views that they might as well have taken a vow of chastity. Wow, were we wrong! We had driven up to June's parents' house in rural Georgia the afternoon before, expecting a monumentally dull evening with her family. It turned out to be anything but what we had expected. The six of us had finished off at least a gallon and a half of cheap wine after which the parents walked out of the dinning room with Mom fondling Rev's ass. During dinner, Clarisse had been discretely fondling my cock, while Herman was quietly finger fucking my slutty wife who had neglected to wear any panties. After the parents retired and a couple of joints were shared amongst the youngsters, the four of us had swapped wives, first for a group fuck out behind the house and then for the remainder of the evening. June had told me that she had used her cell phone to record her fuck-fest, as she called it, with Herman. She referred to this recording as "Film at 11" and promised to show it to me when we got home. As we pulled into our driveway June blinked her eyes awake, saying, "Oh, are we home?" "That's where we are sleepy head. Now when do I get to see Film at 11?" "Oh God, not now. I'm worn out from last night. Lets have a cocktail, and I'll order in Chinese. I know you, you horn dog. You'll watch that video and just want to fuck me." "And that's bad, why?" I asked. "Because I'm worn out." She stirred as she spoke and said, "Oh, I'm sore too. Damn, that Herman was really something. I wonder where my sister found him." "You sound truly satiated," I said as we walked into our living room." "Oh, yes. I am," she said as she curled up on the couch. "Really and truly satis . . fied." Her words trailed off as she drifted off into sleep. I scooped her up and tucked her into bed, still fully clothed. I could see that there was going to be no Film at 11 tonight. Really a shame. Damn, I was horny. I wasn't sure why. After all, I had spent a goodly portion of the prior evening fucking Clarisse. As I poured myself a drink and sat down in an easy chair I thought about the things Clarisse and I had done. My God that woman was a sex fiend. Well, really no worse than her sister June. I sat in the chair savoring my scotch, my mind cycling between replaying the sex I had with Clarisse the night before and speculating on what went on between June and Herman. As I thought about what had happened and might have happened I could feel my dick swelling. What the Hell, I thought; June isn't going to wake up. I released my belt and trouser fastenings and pulled my now pretty damn hard prick out so I could begin to stroke it. As I idly stroked it, I focused more and more on what Herman and June might have done. Then I had an idea. Hell, June's out for the night and her cell phone is right over there in her purse on the couch. Nah, I really shouldn't, I told myself. She'll show me tomorrow. As I continued to slowly stroke my now rigid cock, all I could think about was what might be on that cell phone, nestled in June's purse just a few feet away. It's funny. When sex is involved, the more you tell yourself it's wrong to do something, the more you want to do it anyway. Finally I told myself she would never know, and I stood up and walked to the purse. It was a big purse and I had to root around in all the junk she had in it for a while before I found the phone. I pulled it out, walked back to my chair, and stared at the phone for a while, trying to decide what to do. By this time I was so horny that my dick was doing the thinking, and I so wanted to see my wife fucking Herman's big black dick. I clicked the power button and then had to root around in her system for a while to find the video, but it was there. I started to open it and then I had a better idea. I e-mailed a copy of the video to myself and put the phone back in the purse where I had found it, after erasing the e-mail from her sent messages list. I know, nothing is ever really gone from our digital world, but why make things easier than they have to be. Next I walked over to the other side of the room to replenish my drink. Tucking my still erect cock back in my trousers, I walked downstairs and opened up my desktop computer. Sure enough there was my e-mail and the video. Before I settled down in my desk chair I stripped off my trousers. My dick was so excited about what it hoped we were about to see that it was poking out of my boxers. I sat down, drink in one hand and the computer mouse in the other. I took a long pull on the drink, set it down, and devoted that hand to the stroking of my dick, now pretty much fully escaped from the confinement of my boxers. The other hand used the mouse to start the video. My big computer screen was a much better idea than trying to watch it on my wife's phone. When the video opened up Herman was stretched out naked on the bed with that huge dick of his about half inflated. It was lying across one of his thighs. I could hear them talking. "Do you mind if I take a picture of your cock. I want to remember it." God, June sounded brazen, but she was that way sometimes. The camera zoomed in on Herman's dick until it filled the screen. "Hell woman, it's at half mast right now. You don't want a picture of that do you?" "Well, how do we get it up?" June said. "Come here and suck on it." Herman's tone was aggressive. "You do know how to suck cock don't you sweetie?" "Oh yes I do know that," June said with a giggle. "I know how to suck cock really well. I've been sucking cocks since I was old enough to know that's what they were for." Herman chuckled. "Just like your slutty sister," he said. Suddenly the picture was just of the ceiling, but the sound track was giving me the slurping noises of June sucking on Herman's cock and Herman's soft groans of enjoyment. "Oh fuck! Fuck yes! You do know how to suck cock. Oh fuck, that's good." You could hear Herman's voice over the slurping noises June was making as she sucked him off. Then I heard June again, "Oh yeah, now it's hard enough. Now he's ready for a picture." Then the view on the video changed from the blank ceiling to a selfie of June and Herman's cock. His cock was like a big black angry pole and June was posed grinning with drops of salvia on her chin right behind Herman's phone pole of a cock. She was on her hands and knees and I could see her big soft tits hanging down from her chest. Her hand not occupied by the phone was wrapped around the cock as she stroked it and twisted her hand. I could hear Herman groaning in the background as she jacked him. "You like that baby?" she asked as she continued to jack his dick. "You aren't ready to cum again are you?" she asked. He groaned in response. And I thought I saw June wink at the camera. What the hell? She pulled her hand off his dick and gave the head a lick with her tongue and said, "Oh no you don't. I want to fuck this dick, so I don't want you loosing it now." Oh fuck this is hot I thought as I slowly stroked my cock. I was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum which I was smearing over the head of my prick and on down the shaft, but I was being careful not to get to far with my masturbating. I didn't want to go off before this video ended. I took another sip of my scotch. That was when the video cut to the next scene. She had apparently paused the recording and then propped it up on a bureau and restarted it. At first only Herman was in the picture. He was slowly stroking his huge prick. You could see the shine of pre-cum and June's saliva on it. Then I could see my lovely naked wife walk into the picture, her nicely rounded ass swaying from side to side. "Is that big cock for me?" she asked. "Oh yeah baby. Tonight it's all for you. Anyway you want it." June climbed onto the bed on her knees so she was sideways to the camera. She leaned forward grabbing his prick with one hand and used it to rub her nipples on her hanging tits. Then she swung a leg over him so she was in a reverse cowgirl, her ass facing Herman's face. Herman's big prick was hidden behind her, but you could see she was playing to the camera. She was looking straight at the camera holding up her tits in her hands as if she was offering them to whoever might be watching the video. She certainly was enjoying playing to the camera, I thought. She rose up on her knees and you could see Herman's big cock beneath her. Reaching down, she used her hand to guide his prick towards her cunt. At first she just stroked herself with it. You could see her bite her lower lip when she let the head graze her clit. Herman spoke up, "Come on baby. Lets see if you can really take this prick." June looked back over her shoulder at Herman. "Don't get excited. This boy is big, but he's not that big." Then you could see her guide his cock up to the opening of her cunt and slowly let herself sit down, forcing Herman's monster into her. She closed her eyes as she slowly forced his cock into her cunt. As the head entered her cunt her eyes flew open and she looked straight at the camera, silently mouthing the words, "Oh fuck!" I could still see several inches of Herman's prick beneath her and I was beginning to wonder if she could take it all. June lifted herself up a bit and then pushed back down. She repeated this move several times, each time taking the monster a little further in until she was finally sitting on his legs with none of his prick showing beneath her. Now June just held this position, her eyes closed and biting a lip. "Fuck you're big!" she said. "That's right baby, but it feels good doesn't it. You know you love having my big cock fill you up." "Fuck yes!" she whispered Then he flexed his hips upward. Not much, but it was enough. June's eyes flew open and she cried out, "Oh!" Now it was June's turn to move. She rose up on her knees until Herman's prick was more than half way out of her and then slowly took it all back in again. Her eyes were closed again and she was biting her lip. She began to repeat the motion, each time rising a little bit higher and coming down a little bit faster. I could hear Herman groaning behind her, "Oh yeah baby. That's it. Ride that cock. You're so hot, so tight. Oh fuck!" By now June seemed to be pretty comfortable with Herman's cock and she was riding him as rapidly as she wanted, leaning forward with her big tits hanging down and her dark hair hanging around her face. "Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That's so fucking good," she was crying out. Then she paused again. She sat up straight, with Herman's big cock jammed all the way into her, and once again began to play to the camera, holding her tits out for me again and licking her lips. Then I saw her mouth the words, "Jerk that cock!" I couldn't believe it. She knew! She had known then that I would get my hands on this video and jerk off while I watched her fuck Herman's huge cock. I was a player in her little sex scene with Herman, but I was one that wasn't there. Even though I wasn't there, part of what was getting her hot was the knowledge that I would see this and jack off when I watched it. God, I was getting close, but I didn't want to cum until I saw my wife cum, so I eased up on the pace and the pressure I was applying to my prick. Now she leaned back on one hand. Her legs were spread on either side of Herman's hips and I could see the base of Herman' big prick at the stretched mouth of her cunt. I could also see her clit protruding from its hood engorged and red. "Watch this," she mouthed silently talking to me again. She licked her fingers and reached down with her free hand and began to rub her clit. Now she had her eyes closed and was biting her lip again. She kept it up for maybe thirty seconds or a minute. "Oh fuck!" she screamed. I'm gonna cum!" Then she screamed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. That set Herman off. I saw his hips buck, driving his rigid cock even farther into June. She screamed again, Herman bucked again and again and June continued to scream with each heave of Herman's hips until they both ran down and she collapsed forward her head on his knees. The video stayed focused on the two of them, collapsed after their climaxes for what seemed a long time. Eventually June got up and walked to the bureau to turn it off. I could see Herman's cum dripping down her legs. That was the end of the video. I backed the video up, planning to watch the last few minutes again while I let myself cum. Just as I was about to start replaying June's climax, I heard June's voice behind me. "Wait!" Oh fuck. Busted, I thought. I guess she wasn't out cold as I had expected. I looked back over my shoulder and saw June standing naked in the doorway, her clothes in a pile next to her feet. How long had she been watching? Long enough to take her clothes off at least. She walked slowly towards me, swinging her hips as she had when she walked toward the bed in the video. I was at a loss for words. She stepped between me and the computer and dropped to her knees facing me with her hands wrapped around my rigid cock. "I knew you would watch it and I knew you would jack off when you did. That was what I was thinking about while I made the video. That thought of you watching the video is what made me cum so hard." She leaned forward and used her tongue to lap the slippery pre-cum off the head of my dick. I gasped at the sensation of her tongue on my cock. She lifter her head back up and looked at me, still holding my prick with one hand. "So, did you like the video?" "Fuck! It was incredible," I said. "But really?" I asked with a skeptical tone. "You were only thinking of me jacking off when you made the video? Herman and his big dick never crossed your mind?" She smiled a sly smile and said, "Well maybe just a little. Lets just say his prick was distracting. But that's not why I came down here. I really don't need Herman and his big dick so long as I have you. Now I want to finish you off. Start the video again." As I reached forward to click the mouse her mouth engulfed my cock. It was bouncing off the back of her throat as she pumped up and down and I watched Herman fucking her again. Just as we got to the climax in the video June slid a hand under my ass and probed into my rectum until she could press on my prostate. Fuck that did it I erupted into her mouth. She swallowed the first shot and then pulled quickly back and let the remainder spray on her tits. She leaned back against the desk and slowly rubbed my cum into her tits. "I think it's bed time," she said. We slept until 10 the next morning and started the day with a joint shower.