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My Wife's Sister

By: Lolan



When I saw my wife's sister first time, she was in her school uniform. Ritha was taller for her age but the most prominent thing was her hips. Her buttocks were bulging like two foot balls glued together. She was at tenth grade at that time. 

I was horny about my sis from the first sight. Ritha worn loose dresses at home which revealed lot of her body. Many times I couldn't help staring to her hour glass shaped body. 

It was only after five years of marriage I could put my hand on Ritha's body. It was a family function and my wife could not attend it due to her bad health. I grabbed Ritha's thin waste when I got a chance. Later we chatted a lot on internet and I was able to express my wish to have a sexual relationship with her. First she was reluctant to cheat her sister, but I was able to convince later. Then also we did not get a place or opportunity to fuck. Then she got admission to post graduate course in physics in a distant town and before she left she promised to make the things work as soon as she join the college. 

Ritha telephoned me from her new place when she had settled. She was staying at a hostel. I reached the place in two days and met her in the hostel. She had told the warden that her big brother has reached for an official trip and therefore she will have to stay with me for a week. When she packed her bag I reminded her to take the school uniform she had brought from home. We reached in the hotel I stay at 5.15 p.m. As soon as we entered the room Ritha asked why I insisted on bringing the uniform from home. "I will answer you while we eat some ice cream at the restaurant." 

While we were eating ice cream I told her about the fantasies I have. It was about fucking my sister in school uniform. I also hinted about my desire to explore her lovely ass. Ritha was exited to hear about this. She suggested that we would make real each fantasy real during coming days. 

It was day 1 evening Ritha came after college, she had a shower and she changed to her good old school uniform. I felt an instantaneous hard on when I saw her in my favorite fantasy. I stared her for sometime. She had out grown the old garments. Skirt has become short revealing those lovely pair of thighs. Also shirt was tight and her small breasts were struggling to free from that. I could see her brassiere through the shirt, which provoked me further. She had not forgot to wear tie as well as a belt, which were elements of school uniform. After I enjoyed much of the front-view I moved to her back and looked at her beautiful hips. Her ass was popping out more than usual due to the tight skirt and belt. I could not help approaching her and embarrassing from back. Caressing her small boobs I told her that I had never expected this would happen. She replied "I knew someday this would happen."

"How. "

"You were always staring on my ass and I felt a burning sensation in my asshole which tempted me to yield. " My prick, which now fully erected was pressing just bellow her buttocks since she was as tall as I was. I kissed on her lips and put my tongue into her mouth. Her great pink tongue plunged deep into my catching hold of my tongue. She closed her eyes and called my name. I felt my rod would explode in the softness of Ritha's ass. She rubbed her ass buns against my stiff cock. Same time I lifted her short skirt and caressed on those lovely thighs. 

Then I removed her tie, belt and unbuttoned the white shirt. Her small breasts were firmly packed in 32" white brassier. I wrapped those tits over brassier cups with my palm. I couldn't help kissing on bra straps running over her soft back and cutting into her flesh. Her breathing became heavy and she knew this man is going to do wonderfully naughty things to her body. Sony is going to penetrate where no one has dared to go and he is going to make Ritha scream with intense pleasure and lust. Ritha began to scratch her nails into tissue of my hairy chest. 

This excited me and I kissed over the fabric and then unhooked the bra. For the first time Ritha was revealing her tits in front of a man.. The feeling of my lips wrapping around her hard nipple send shivers throughout Ritha's body. As my lips move down from my breasts to belly, I caressed her smooth thighs and pressed my mouth on her naval. Soon I unhooked her skirt and it fell down around her feet. Ritha was now in pink panties with her ass standing out remarkably. I kneeled and kissed on both of her buttocks alternatively. 

Then Ritha turned 180 degree and her vaginal mount was projecting profusely, only millimeters away from my face. I stared on that and pressed my lips to it. Aha! The smell was so good.. My hands finally stopped over Ritha's vaginal mount. My palm pressed through the silkiness of her panty and found it wet. I inserted my hands in the waistband of her panty and pulled down it slowly to reveal one of the best hairy cunts I had ever seen. Her pubic area was lengthy and covered with thin hairs. 

I said, " I knew that your cunt is not bald." 

How did you know? 

"Ritha, one day I inspected your panty you had put for drying and I found few thin pussy hairs on it" 

Do you love seeing ladies panties? 

"Certainly! That day I smelled your panty and masturbated" 

Have you smelled any other girl's underwear?

" A lot. On every chance I did! Actually I Had stolen many of these including my cousin sister's as I love the feminine smell and therefore used ones are best." 

Oh! Panty thief! Saying this Ritha rubbed the panties just removed from her body on my face. I inhaled deeply so that I can enjoy the smell of the little cloth that was covered her cunt and ass.. Suddenly Ritha felt honey oozing from her cunt. 

In the room Ritha laid across the bed with her legs spread and her pussy winking at me as she continued to rub and play with it ever so often letting her finger dip into her cunt and letting out a little moan as she hit her G spot ether on the in or out stroke. I dropped my robe and joined her on the bed, my cock by now was at the point of no return and there was a little dollop of pre-cum glowing on the tip. 

She looked at my cock and quickly took it between her lips and slurped the droplet with her tongue and made a face while saying how good it tasted. I made a dive for her cunt and buried my face in her pussy until I thought Ritha was going to take my entire head into her slit which was moist an very tasty as I grabbed her clit between my teeth and nibbled gently as she arched her back and let out a scream as my mouth was filled with her cunt juice as she came like a waterfall. "Oh shit!! put your cock in me now, I need to feel it , I need fucked and fucked hard." I of course was ready to respond and I slowly entered her juicy cunt with just the tip of my cock slowly until just the head was buried up to the ridge. Oh, it was tight unlike her sister's which I enjoy daily but our love-juices lubricated it. 

"Oh you panty thief" she moaned "give me the whole thing I want to feel you hit bottom." She cried in pain and pleasure. I slowly drew my cock out until I felt the lips of her cunt start to grip the end of my cock, then I pushed it back in till I felt the same lips grip the ridge of my cock. "Please don't tease me" Ritha said almost crying in ecstasy, "Put your cock the whole way in."

I continued to do the slow fuck with just the head of my cock until I felt her start to cum, then I plunged the entire length of my cock in to her super hot pussy, as I did several things happened, she came and it felt as though I had put my cock into a vice as she clamped down hard with her pussy muscles. I continued to pump her and noticed something real strange. Her cunt seemed to get deeper and tighter, then I realized that I had entered her uterus and was for the first time having a true deep fuck, something that I had only read about. Ritha continued to moan and thrust her hips as I pumped her twat in a slow steady movement. "Don't cum inside me" she squealed

"I want to taste it, cum in my mouth, pleasssee. "

I didn't know if I could hold it long enough to get out of her cunt and into her mouth, but I was going to try. I slowly exited her cunt and rolled on my back, beside her on the bed, my cock was pointing toward the roof and I felt that if a fly flew past I would shoot cum to the moon. I raised to my knees and let my balls rest between her tits and the head of my cock brushed her waiting lips which opened to receive my swollen cock. 

She raised her head and took my cock into her mouth and applied suction to it an I felt her throat start to give the head that swallowing feeling, she was deep-throating my cock, granted it's not that long but by now her nose was buried in my pubic hair and my cock was down her throat, and she continued to suck for all she was worth. I felt as though my balls were going to blow-up. I told her that I was going to cum, and she only sucked harder and faster. 

When I did let go I thought that that I would never stop I came like I never have before I shot and shot until I noticed cum seeping out the corners of her mouth and running down on to my balls. She never missed a drop and still swallowed greedily until I stopped coming and let out a sigh of pleasure. She rose to one elbow and let my cock slip out from between her lips. As she did a drop of cum glistened on her lips and fell to my stomach, which she quickly licked up. 

As I laid there spent, she showed that this was going to be a long afternoon. 

Before I knew it she was busily licking my cock and balls clean of every drop of cum in sight. She laid back an looked me in the eye and said "Damn that was good, but we're not done yet, unless you want to stop" What could I say "No I can last as long as you can but it will take me slightly longer to come back. "

"No problem I can amuse myself and you too" she smiled and I wondered just what the fuck she had in mind. We laid there for several minutes and I was just enjoying the after glow of good sex, when I felt her moving on the bed and then I felt her hair brushing my leg as she dropped between my legs and started to lick my balls and push my sack in and out with her tongue, as she did this she pushed my legs back and her tongue dropped to my ass hole and I felt her tongue toying with my sphincter as she tried to push the tip in. 

"Your sister never sucks me." 

"Oh! I never had a woman tongue my ass before" I moaned as she continued to tongue fuck my ass hole. She looked up at me and suggested that we take a shower to recharge our batteries an so she could show me something else that she liked. We got up and walked toward the bathroom I looked at her and said, "I have to use the facilities first"

"You going to piss?" Ritha asked in a strange sort of way. "Yea, 

Why" I replied "Don't just hold it until we're in the shower I love to see a man taking a piss" she replied. "Ok" I replied what ever turns you on. 

Ritha fussed with the water controls as I sat on the toilet and looked at her cunt and ass hole winking at me. "Ah, just right" she cooed and stepped into the tub, 

"Come on in and join me. " I stepped into the shower and felt the warm water splash over my chest and run down my cock and balls, "Boy, that almost feels as good as sex, " I laughed and reached for the soap and was stopped in mid reach by Ritha as she said "Let me" and took the soap and worked a lather between her hands and started to soap up my chest and then started to work lower, by now I had a combination piss and sex hard-on and Ritha was soaping it up for all she was worth. 

"I got to piss, " I said through half open lips as she continued to rub and lather my cock and balls. "Ok, " Ritha said, "let it go, I'll aim. " She giggled as she took a firm hold of my cock and I felt the piss start to flow from my bladder. Suddenly Ritha dropped to her knees in front of me and directed the golden stream over her tits and onto her face and open mouth, letting the piss fill up her mouth and run down her chin and on to her tits. She then squeezed my cock and cut of the stream, now you all know what that feels like I thought that I was going to explode. 

"Ritha, Holy Hell that feels like I'm going to explode. " She didn't say a word, she just squatted in such a way that her cunt was pointing toward me an she let go of the pressure on my cock and the piss started to flow right on and into her cunt hole and pussy hair. I don't think I have ever taken a longer piss but the longer I pissed the more she moaned and seemed to cum over and over again. When it slowed to a dribble she took my cock into her mouth and swallowed the last drops of piss that flowed from my bladder. "I love golden showers almost as much as I love to fuck" Ritha said in an almost apologetic sounding voice. "Hey, like I said what ever turns you on. "

"Have you ever seen a pussy pissing?" she asked. 

"No, why?" I asked in a questioning sort of way. "Well I gotta piss and well here it comes" she no sooner finished that statement and I felt a warm stream of fluid hit my leg I looked down and watched as she pulled her pussy open to give me a good look at her pussy pouring piss out in a stream that any man would be proud of. We then soaped each other up and paid close attention to the special parts that we each enjoyed to lather and wash. 

After letting the hot water run cold we decided it was time to get out of the shower and dry off. I had some of those big fluffy bath sheets and I got two out for us. Ritha took the towel and draped it around her shoulders and too the other one and started to dry me off, as she did she knelt in front of me to dry my legs and took my cock into her mouth and sucked me hard as she dried me off. Thinking turn about was only fair I took her towel and proceeded to dry her off when I got to her tits I took each nipple in turn into my mouth and gave each one a little suck as I dried her stomach and started to go lower toward her pussy. 

To dry her legs I knelt at her feet and started to dry the back of her legs as I did I drew her cunt closer to me and plunged my tongue into her waiting hole. She climaxed almost the instant my tongue brushed her clit, and pussy juice flowed into my mouth and dribbled down my chin. I knelt back down and turned her around to dry her back as I did her ass cheeks brushed my face and I couldn't resist the cheek-to-cheek reference, which was met with a groan. I proceeded to dry her back and legs and as I did I stuck my tongue up her ass hole which caused a wiggle and squeal as I continued to dry her legs and tongue fuck her ass hole. 

- Chapter 2 -

Next morning I had an official appointment in the morning. Ritha was free as she has no class. I instructed her to shave her whole body and wear micro skirt and T-shirt. But when I came back by noon I found her in the housecoat. When asked she could not shave every as she needs my help to reach some parts. "My razor is on the table top" saying this she lifted her nighty to the waist and kneeled on the bed with her ass high on the air. I was stunned at her guts to expose her ass in front of a man especially her brother. For a moment I stared at the crack of buns and small portion of cunt visible. Soon my shock disappeared understanding that her butts are so lovely and that's why she dared to showoff. Her buttocks and asscrack was wheat-colored and fairer than rest of her body. Ritha's asshole was perfectly round and looked like a rose bud. Some thin hairs were there around that hole. Carefully I shaved off those hairs. Then I couldn't help pressing my lips to the thick rim of her back door. Ritha screamed with pleasure when I moistened her forbidden hole with my tongue. 

Then I turned her to have a look at shaven cunt. Her sweet cunt was baby-like and a feast for eye. The vaginal area was large and projecting. I bent to lick the shiny pink and red folds of tender skin and lapped the juices already flowing there. 

Indeed Ritha was delicious. I began to suck at her little clitoris and fuck my tongue around it. Ritha writhed wantonly on the floor, moaning even louder, and pressing my face to her pussy, which contracted violently beneath my tongue probes. Then Ritha wanted to suck me. So I stood up. Eagerly she pulled down my jeans and grasped my erect and throbbing member, and kissed it all over from tip to base, massaging my testicles all the while with her hot hands. Ritha sucked tip of my prick, running her lips all around it then circled at the piss hole with her supple tongue. She then slid my cock inch by glistening inch, into her mouth She moaned with excitement for a moment. I began to fuck her mouth slowly while she held her lips tightly around my wet shaft. I didn't want to waste my cum; so I stopped thrusting and asked Ritha to get into fours. When she kneeled with her ass high I kneaded her big buns and caressed the ass crack. Then I began to work on her dark pit. My tongue once again teased the soft muscles of Ritha's sphincter, moistening them and relaxing them with warm saliva. Next I nibbled on the tiny hairs surrounding her anus. 

All of a sudden Ritha felt my finger sliding into her puckered pit. It plunged deep and I rotated it to enlarge opening of Ritha's bowels. The lip of asshole was soft and rubber like and now I was sure that I could make a penetration in her rear orifice. 

After some more rimming, I positioned my cock so it rubbed gently against Ritha's ass cheeks My chest was pressed against her back, spoon- like, and cradled her body against mine. I reached around her to cup her small, almost girlish breasts in my hands, stroking and kneading them and feeling her nipples slowly gain erection. I moved my left hand down to her groin, pressing into the soft vaginal lips and began stroking there too. She responded by pushing her ass back against me, parting her legs in the process.. Then, in her assertive way, she reached between her legs and took my cock in her hand, guiding it to, but not into, her. Still behind her, almost passive, my half-erect cock was between her legs, and she was rubbing it in a slow, circular motion against her clitoris. When I changed my position slightly in an obvious effort to slide myself into her, she pushed the shaft back, then whispered, "Uh-uh. Not there; I want you here, in my ass. " So saying, she placed the head of my cock right in the middle of her anus, then rubbed it back and forth across the diminutive opening. 

"Just do it. I want to feel your cock inside my ass, " she said softly. She rubbed the cockhead a few more times against her nether opening. 

"Mmm, Sony, I want it deep inside my ass. " My cock was already so wet from being rubbed between her moist pussy lips that it broke the sphincter plane with surprisingly little effort. She grunted as the cockhead broke the barrier, then hissed between her teeth. "Slowly," she said, "work it in slowly." She shifted her hips slightly to accommodate the unaccustomed presence of something inside her ass. "Am I hurting you?"

"A little," she replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath. "Oh, it feels so fucking big!" I squeezed her breasts hard, flattening them against her chest, as I softly kissed the nape of her neck. "I don't believe how tight you are!"

"Are you in all the way?" she gasped. "I feel like I've been split in two!"

"Just a little more. " I pressed my cock forward, then felt it being tightened like a vice by her sphincter muscle. I seemed to gain ground only by easing back slightly and then pushing forward. She grunted and moaned a few more times before I finally pressed my wiry pubic hairs into her lower ass. "How's that?" I whispered. Finally I plunged my thick and slightly bend organ past her sphincter and Ritha felt joy and pain in her intestines. With one more thrust my brown Indian cock was firmly inside of her and was driving deeper and deeper into the butt. 


My Wife's Sister



"Fucking unbelievable! Don't move for a few seconds. I have to get used to it. " I continued kneading her breasts and kissing her neck and shoulder. I could tell the entry had been somewhat painful for her, but that was not unexpected. The walls of her rectum were warm and smooth against my cock. From time to time, she contracted her anus around the sheathed sword, as she tested the elasticity of her anal muscle. The anal contractions were beginning to have an effect on me. "If you keep that up, "

I said after a particularly tight contraction, "I'm going to come. I feel close already. "

"No!

Please, don't come yet! You just put it in, you haven't really fucked me yet. Can you hold off?"

"I'll try. I can't tell you how good it feels!"

"The pain is subsiding, " she said. "Give it just a few more seconds and you can start moving in and out a bit. "

"I'll come for sure, then, " I pleaded. "No you won't. If you do, I'll never let you do this again!" Now that I had discovered this side of Ritha, or should I say the backside of Ritha, I knew that I would want to take her anally, and often, again. Maybe she wasn't being serious, but her warning was sufficient incentive to do everything I could to keep from spilling my seed inside her. My reward for holding off? Pure ecstasy! With the pain all but gone, Ritha began moving her buttocks in a slow, circular pattern, and I began to fuck her ass slowly. 

The feeling of my pelvic touching her soft and big buns was lovely. After few strokes her pain turned to pleasure and she began to tighten the muscles in rectal passage. I was just delighted see my thick rod moving between Ritha's extra ordinarily large ass cheeks. My penis was covered with a viscous golden colored paste formed by the mixture of my pre-cum secretions and contents of her ass hole. The fluid looked like honey and I wondered how it would taste. The dual phenomenon of our syncopated rhythm sent the both of us to a high we had never before known. "OH! Fuck my ass! Give it to me! Oh, my ass! I love it in my ass! Oh, Sony, it feels so good!"

"Hey, " I said softly, "the others will hear you. "

"Just shove it in me! Make it hurt! Fuck my assssssssss!" I started pumping her like a madman, driving my cock in and out of her beautiful, tight ass. She grunted, she groaned, she bucked her ass against my abdomen, snorting rather than breathing, trying to pull me even further into the dark abyss. My hands on her breasts were no longer gentle. If she wanted to feel hurt, I would be more that happy to oblige. I took her turgid nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of each of my hands and squeezed the nubbins sharply, painfully. It was this final, almost desperate gesture that seemed to do the trick.

"I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm coming! YESSSSSSS!" Miracle of miracles, just as her anal contractions (I assume from her orgasm) gripped my cock, I let loose also, filling her with spurt after spurt from my sheathed sword. It was, without a doubt, one of the best fucks I had had in long time. I hoped she felt the same way. We both came down slowly. I didn't dare withdraw myself from her. I just let the old guy fall asleep inside the dark hole, feeling every once in a while a tiny anal contraction that only served to remind me of what we had just done. 

Finally, my limp member fell out, on its own, sliding onto the inside of her inner right thigh, still wet from my spending. My sister turned her naked body completely around until we were belly to belly, chest to chest. She wrapped her arms around my back and held me. She pressed her loins into mine. 

"That was great, " she whispered sexily. I smiled.



My Wife's Sister



My now-wife Clarice and I met at a Philippine/American party. I asked for her number which she willing gave to me. Several dates later we spent a lovely evening at a drive in movie. I had already seen the film but actually had little interest in it. It took little time before we were hugging, kissing and I had placed my hands under her bra and was feeling here breasts, 36c's, I now know, but then they just felt delicious in my hands. 

To make a long story short, we began to live together six months later and after seven years of living together we married and are still happily together. But, this story isn't about us as you will see.

Shortly after Clarice and I began living together she asked me if I would help bring her sister to the US. Her sister is Christine, or Kiki as everyone calls her. Kiki was a 18 year old girl who was living with her family in Manila. From Kikis photographs I saw that she was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Here doe shaped, wide eyes appeared to beckon to me and her body was unbelievably beautifu. As are most filipinas, she was no more than five feet tall but what a package she made. 

Claries dream was to bring Kiki to the US. Economic opportunity in the Philippines was and still is limited. The average monthly salary there is about three hundred dollars . Once Kiki was in the US she could get a good job and help her family by sending money to them. 

A few hours spent at the Immigration and Naturalization Service {INS} provided me with enough information to know that the only way Kiki could come here was if we acquired a fiancée visa for her and she became engaged to a US citizen. Clarie had asked me if I would help and I couldn't say no. 

At the INS I met a Phil/AM couple who told me how to bring Kiki here. We needed history with one-another. First, there had to be a number letters between us which were to begin as letters between pen pals and eventually were to become love letters. Those were easy to write and over the next five months I must have written her thirty letters and she responded in kind.. 

Next, in order to bring her here I actually had to go to the Philippines, meet her, take photos of me with her and her family(as proof that she and I had spent time together) and then apply to the INS for the 'fiancée visa'. With that visa she could come to the US. 

We had to marry within 90 days or she would have to return to Manila. After the marriage she could apply for a green card which is essentially a work permit and after a year submit to an interview at the INS where they would determine whether we were really living together. If so, she could apply for permanent residency and some reasonable time later we could divorce and she could continue to stay in the US. 

Kaki's other sister suggested that we spend the week I was to be there at a resort where we could take photos of us together riding horseback, swimming, fishing, etc. all to make things look more believable to the INS. Arrangements were made and I flew to Manila where I was met by about fifteen family members, including, of course Kiki. 

I was absolutely overwhelmed by how beautiful she was, and still is. She had lovely doe shaped eyes, a gorgeous nose, voluptuous full lips, black hair which was tied in a pony tail and which reached to the curve of her back just above her rear. Her legs were shapely and her behind was pear shaped and perfectly suitable to her 5 1'' body. He olive skin showed not a mark . Her breasts, perhaps a 34 B stuck straight out without a hint of sag to them. I noticed that she did not appear to be wearing a bra under her T shirt. 

Her family was very polite and seemed happy to meet me. We all went back to her parents house for refreshments and photos and at four that afternoon we were driven to a bus station for the three hour bus ride to the Palama resort, several hours drive from Manila.

We arrived at about seven in the evening and were given adjoining rooms in a two room cabin. I was dead tired from the fourteen hour plane trip and the afternoon party at her parents house and I told Kiki I had to get some sleep since I was totally exhausted. After a light snack in the resorts dining room we shook hands and I bid her good night. She went to her room, 

I lay on the bed in my room and the next thing I knew, it was nine the next morning. When I woke up I looked in on Kiki but she was not in her room. I opened the door to the outside and saw that Kiki was sitting in front of the cabin in a lawn chair drinking her morning coffee. She had on a modest one piece bathing suit and in the morning sun looked exquisite. The sun made her black hair shine as if it had been dyed with coal dust.

We walked to the dining room where we had a wonderful breakfast and after finishing we walked to pool where we lay down on adjoining plastic lawn chairs. We began to get to know each other and by lunch time we were fast friends. She had many questions about life in the US and I had equally as many about life in Manila.

After lunch, I was ready to go back to the pool area but Kiki told me that the sun would be much to hot and that it would be best to go back to our rooms for a siesta and go to the pool after four in the afternoon when the sun would not be so hot on us. She went to her room and I went to mine. 

I showered, put on my robe, lay on my bed I began to doze off when I sensed a presence. I opened my eyes and saw Kiki sitting at the end of my queen sized bed. She was dressed in a loose pajama top and mini-short pajama bottoms. The fabric of the pajamas was thin and I could almost see her naked body through them. She was gorgeous. I asked her why she wasn't already asleep and she told me that she had stumbled on the way to take her shower and twisted a leg muscle.

I asked her if I could massage her leg to loosen her up and she said that would be fine. I had her lay down on the bed on her tummy with her feet facing me and her head facing the footboard of the bed. I grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion, spread it on my hands, and began to rub her left leg. 

Her leg was smooth without a hint of razor stubble on it. Apparently she did not have to shave her legs. I started with her feet and toes and then began with the muscles of her lower leg. She was purring like a kitty cat and I continued massaging her leg eventually raising of her shorty pajamas so that I could massage her upper thigh.

My hands slipped under her thigh then back to her calf, then to the front of her leg, up and down alternatively using, long strokes and short strokes, stopping only to add more suntan lotion to my hands to make them slip over her smooth warm skin. Kiki was moaning with pleasure as I worked on her body.

After spending at least a half hour on her left leg I began to repeat the process on her right leg. I was inspired; time stood still for me as I rubbed, kneaded and massaged her. I could see her pussy through the loose legs of her pajamas that, as I suspected, she was naked under the thin top and bottom of the pajamas. 

Her pussy had a great mass of thick black hair on her mons above the lips of her pussy but she had almost no hair on the lips themselves. Her pubic hair stopped growing abruptly on either side of her mons and I saw that she could easily wear a bikini without having to have a bikini wax or to trim her pubic hair.

I wondered whether she shaved her pussy lips but saw that the hair growth was natural and she had not shaved them. I also had a clear view into her pussy which had large, wide open blood engorged lips. Her inner lips and the tissue surrounding them were bright magenta red, and her clitoral hood had retracted exposing her clitoris. It was unusually large, perhaps the thickness of a pencil and appeared to be a half inch long. 

After nearly an hour I asked her to turn over onto her back. I then began to work solely on her calves and the front of her legs. I had her raise her right leg, bring it forward toward her body and place her right foot flat on the bed so that I could more easily knead her right calf and thigh. It was then that I notice d for the first time that there was a wet spot on her pajamas between her legs.

Well, decision time. This beautiful girl, my girlfriends 17 year old sister was certainly turned on and I had to decide whether to go further or merely give her the rest of the massage and send her back to her room. "Weak you are," I said to myself and away I went with more rubbing. 

This time I ran my hands up the legs of her pajamas and began to massage her along inner thighs and along the sides of her pubic hair but not putting my fingers into her pubic hair. I sort of allowed the sides of my hands to just touch the edges of her hairs.. I then began to slowly rub my hands along her flat muscular belly, but decided to save her pussy for later.

Sometime late I said, "Kiki, I would like to you to turn around so that I can work on your upper body. Is that ok with you?" She did not answer but she rolled over and turned her body so that she was now lying on her back with her feet still at the foot of the bed. 

I was sitting on the bed, my back leaning against the headboard and my legs on either side of Kikis body. I asked her if it was OK to begin working on her arms and chest. She nodded and I began to massage her again. My cock had become hard the moment I began to massage her and was leaking pre-cum as if it were a fountain. But back to the story.

I began by putting lotion on my hands and rubbing the back of her neck. I wanted to work on her shoulders but her pajamas were buttoned all the way to the top button. If I was going to continue to work on her I would have to unbutton her pajama top and that is exactly what I did. I brought the two flaps of her pajama top to her sides which exposed her breasts to me. 

Unlike many women whose breasts flop to their sides, her breasts stuck straight up without a hint of sag. The areola surrounding her nipples were a deep brown color and the nipples themselves were a wonder. The massage had brought blood to her breasts and her nipples were as thick as a stack of dimes and protruded from her areola by nearly one half an inch. 

In my entire life I had never seen nipples which were that hard or that long, Her open pajama top allowed me access to her chest, arpits and tummy. . I began to rub her shoulders, then her underarms. Apparently her underarms were a very sensitive place for her since she was now breathing hard and moaning and whimpering. 

I could not feel the slightest hint that there had ever been hair growth under her arms. I then advanced to begin long strokes with my hands going from her throat to her belly but being careful to touch her breasts and roll her engorged nipples between my fingers with each stroke. Since her head was sort of lying between my legs she could not help but feel my erection as it was touching her neck and right shoulder. 

It was a crucial decision time. Do I stop or not? "Kiki, I asked, this is going further than I had planned but I don't want to stop. Do you want me to continue." "Yes," she said, "what you are doing to me feels wonderful. I have never been touched by a man before so please don't stop, 

"At first your letters to me were part of what we had to go through for you to bring me to America, but I soon realized that the man who wrote those beautiful letters to me had a good heart and I fell in love with you without ever meeting you. Please continue making me feel so wonderful."

Thus, I began by cupping each breast in one of my hands and started to rub and massage her areola and then her nipples. The flow of blood to her breasts hardened her nipples even more which by now stuck out from her body even more than before. 

As I rubbed and kneaded her breasts and nipples Kiki began to sigh and moan and move her body back and forth, up and down to meet my hands. I placed my hands down the front of her pajama bottoms and began to rub her tummy. I did not stop there and for the first time let my hands roam through her pubic hair and down to the lips of her pussy. 

Her pubic hair, although thick was soft to the touch. My hands were drawn to her inner lips which I lovingly opened and I dragged my fingers into her pussy and over her smooth and totally soaked inner lips. I touched her clitoris which was sticking straight out from her clitoral hood and rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger.

My God, she orgasmed at that first touch and did not stop coming as I massaged her wet and by now completely open pussy.. I continued to massage her clitoris and she continued to orgasm, moaning, and placing her hands over her mouth to stifle her screams.

By now any fiction that I was merely massaging her had disappeared. I lifted my leg over her body and moved next to her. I lifted her arm and slid her pajama top from under her, and threw it to the floor. Next I put my fingers under the elastic waistband of her pajama bottoms and drew them off of her body and those too went to the floor.

I took off my robe and then began to kiss and suckle her nipples and breasts. The first touch of my mouth to her lovely puffy tipped breasts began her to experience another series of orgasms. I ran my tongue over both breasts and then down to her tummy. 

The scent coming from her pussy was intoxicating and I waited no longer. I began to run my tongue through the hair above her pussy, then along her outer lips. I repositioned myself between her legs which I spread apart with no resistance from her at all. I placed my lips and tongue into her wet pussy and began to drink her wetness. 

No man has ever made a wine as sweet as the taste of her vaginal secretions. I took her clitoris into my mouth and began to suck it. That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. Kiki began to have another series of even more powerful orgasms. "More, don't stop, harder, suck harder" she cried, all the while orgasming non-stop. 

Kiki suddenly seemed to grow limp and began to breathe in a slow and steady rhythm. By now I had been massaging sucking, kissing, touching and playing with her body for over an hour and a half. Could I have put my cock into her pussy, sure, but I decided that we needed to talk about our relationship before going any further. I curled up next to her, covered us with a sheet and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up a few hours later I saw that Kiki had wrapped her legs around my left leg and her pussy was touching my thigh. The hair on her pussy excited me because it was so thick, black, and soft, and because she was so turned on that I could smell the intoxicating sweet juices gushing from her pussy. Her wetness was running all over her legs, thighs and even into the hairs above her genitals. It was a pheromone cocktail for me. 

My sudden awakening apparently had brought her out of a deep sleep and the first thing she said to me was "darling, I have never been touched by a man before and as you must have guessed I am still a virgin. Since we are going to be married when I come to the US, I dreamed that we would have a real honeymoon but since you are living with my sister, we both know that my dream is never to become reality. "What I want to do is to make the rest of this week our honeymoon." I replied that I wanted the same and also told her that we did not need to use any form of birth control since I had had a vasectomy ten years ago when I was married to my first wife Roberta. I could barely stand being with Roberta and certainly did not want to have any children with that miserable woman. In fact the day that she found out that I had had the vasectomy she asked me for a divorce. No problem for me and that same day I packed my belonging and moved out of our home.

Since there was no time like the present I leaned over to Kiki and began lick her armpits then began to fondle and kiss her lovely breasts and her proud puffy nipples. I worked my tongue down her belly and through the thick black hair above her pussy. Finally I flicked my tongue against her clit and as before she began to come again and again. 

The mixture of my saliva and her sweet vaginal secretions had made the pussy totally wet. In fact the moisture from her pussy began to accumulate in a pool just below the point where her inner lips came together. By now I had a raging hard on and began to manually rub my cock against her pubic hair, then down next to and then past her outer lips and finally into her inner lips, where I began rubbing the tip of my cock against her clit. 

Kiki nearly screamed with pleasure and began to raise her hips and push against my penis. It took no time before I began to enter her pussy and suddenly, it was if we had been doing this all of our lives. I pushed against her and was immediately buried in her. Her public hair and mine were touching. 

I could feel the corrugated inner folds of her vagina rubbing against my penis and it took no time before I moaned that I was going to come. "Me too" she said and for the first time in my life I experienced having an orgasm at the same time as my partner had hers. It was an awesome experience for us both. The only revelation for me is that Kiki, unbeknownst to her until this afternoon, was absolutely multi orgasmic. 

My cock began to go soft but I put my fingers around the shaft and manually moved it in and out of her pussy, pulling it out almost all the way and then manually pushing the head back inside of her again. Every move of my cock made her come. She orgasmed perhaps twenty, or maybe even more times until I had to stop. My cock was so sensitive that the feelings of pleasure I had experienced by being inside of her could soon turn to pain.

We showered together which was the first time that I actually saw her naked body in an upright position. Her breasts stood out straight from her body with absolutely no sagging. I remember the story I had heard as a kid that if a woman put a pencil under her breasts and it did not fall to the floor she passed the so called pencil test. 

Kiki would have passed with and A if anyone had been grading this test. We dressed for dinner but before walking to the hotel dining room I suggested that Kiki move all of her things to my room. She did and we were apparently now on our honeymoon. 

After dinner we walked to the pool and sat on the edge of the pool at the shallow edge, our feet dangling in the water. Kiki said to me that she had never felt pleasure like I had given her in all of her life. I asked her what she hoped for when she arrived in the US. She told me that she originally had just hoped to make a simple life there, get a job and send money to support her family. 

I asked her whether she wanted to continue our 'married life' there. She told me she could not imagine being unable to make love with me. She said that she felt like a woman and no longer the child that she had been. Just hearing her talk like that made the blood rush to my cock and I was horny again. "Let's get back to our room" I said. I am ready for more of you.

We had no sooner closed the door to our cabin than she stood in front of me and began to unbutton my shirt. Next, she unzipped my pants and asked me to step out of them I stood there in my underwear shorts for a moment. She then put her fingers on either side of the elastic of my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles.

"It's my turn to do something to you" she said and then asked me to lie on my back on the bed. " I'll be right back" she said and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later she re-appeared with a wet wash cloth and a bar of hotel soap in one hand and my Gillette razor in her other hand. She began to wash and lather my cock and my balls. The feeling of her warm hand on my cock was overwhelming. 

Naturally, my course began to get hard. She told me to relax and the next thing I knew she began to shave my pubic hair. She started with the hair above my cock and soon took my balls into her hand and began to shave them too. 




My Wife's Sister



"Where did you get the idea to do that" I asked? She told me that she really wanted to see my cock without having everything covered with hair. She then went back to the bathroom and this time appeared with one of the bath towels which she had apparently gotten wed it the bath sink. She began to wash the soap off of my body and soon I felt her hand on my cock. She began to tease it and play with it, running her fingers down the shaft, under my balls, sort of balancing them in her hand and then back to my cock. 

The pleasure of having her masturbate me, for that is what she was doing, made me close my eyes in order to shut out any sensation other than what she was doing to me. I reached toward her to put my hand on her wet pussy and she let it remain there. Suddenly I felt a sensation that was completely different. Her hand was still on my cock but my cock felt a warmth and wetness unlike I had felt before. 

I realized that she had taken my cock into her mouth and was licking the head of my cock with her tongue. She was a natural. Then she somehow discovered my hot spot since she began to lick the underside of my cock just behind the head. 

Back and forth with her tongue and at the same time running her hand up and down the shaft of my now blood engorged cock. I knew that I could not hold back for more than a second or two as I reached the point of no return. "I'm coming" I moaned just as I shot not one or two but four big loads of love juice right into her mouth. She took every drop of it and swallowed it all. "Yum", she said, "You are totally delicious". 

We spent almost all of he rest of the week eating, swimming and most of all making love morning noon and night. Too soon, we had to return to Manila where we were again met by her family. For the sake of decorum, we were not able to spend my last night together. 

She went home to stay at her mothers house and I spent a sleepless night thinking only of her. The next day she came over to have breakfast but the only breakfast I wanted was to dine on her gorgeous body. For two hours we pleasured each other and then it was time to meet the family for lunch. 

More photographs were taken and then we were driven to the Manila Airport. I shook her hand goodbye since it was the only polite and safe thing to do since her brothers, sisters, father, mother, aunts and cousins were there with us to see me off.

The wonderful part of this experience was that I knew that in three short months she would be in the US and we would again be together.

If you enjoyed my true story of Kiki and I please let tiger know and I will tell you the rest of the story.

Allyn.



My Wife's Sister



It was just after 9AM when the warm sun shining on my face awakened me. The first thought that came to my mind was one of dread. I dreaded having to get up and face the day. In reality it wasn't the day I dreaded, it was the events the day promised to bring with it. I was going swimming. I was going swimming with my beautiful young wife. I would get to lust after her body as she lay near the water in a string bikini working on her suntan. I was going swimming with my wife and her two younger sisters. That's where the dread came in to the picture, taking her younger sisters swimming. Really it wasn't the sisters; it was only one of them. It was BJ. She was my wife's 18-year-old sister. She was the wild one in the family who was always getting into things she shouldn't. Everyone knew about most of her antics but no one knew she almost always caused me to become sexually excited when we went swimming.

I guess I should explain so you don't think I'm some kind of pervert. First, let me tell you about BJ. BJ was better than average in the looks department and at 18, she definitely had the body of a woman. Her ass was firm and well developed. Her breasts were large and equally as firm as her ass. They were capped with dark brown nipples that always seemed to get and stay hard when we went swimming. I never could tell how hairy her pussy was even though she always wore a very skimpy bathing suit. 

Now BJ' looks were not the problem although they certainly didn't help the situation. The problem came from the fact that she couldn't swim and she liked to go out into the deep water. The only way she could do that was to rely on me to keep her afloat. And that's what she did. She always hung on to me. She would put her arms around my neck and hold on. She would wrap her legs around my waist and hold on. She would hold on any way she could in order to keep her head above water. That's where the problem was. Her holding on so tightly caused her firm young body to be uncomfortably close to my body. 

Recently, I had begun to dread going swimming because I would get an erection from her rubbing against me. It wasn't something I wanted to happen. It was just a physical response to having tits and pussy rubbing against the body of a normal red-blooded male. It was also something I was embarrassed by and made sure I hide from BJ. After all she was only 18 and surely didn't have any idea what she was causing to happen. That's why I dreaded a beautiful, sunny summer day. 

Since my wife was always wanting to lie on the hill in the sun, she didn't know what was going on out in the water so I didn't have any choice except to go with she and her sisters to the lake. Although I knew it was useless, I had tried the previous evening to find an excuse to stay home but it didn't work so I agreed to meet them at the lake at 11 AM.

When I arrived at the lake my wife and her sisters were already there. As soon as BJ saw me she stopped playing Frisbee with her little sister and came over to where I was. Before I even had a chance to park the bicycle I had ridden to the lake or say 'Hello.' to my wife, BJ was smiling and asking me to get in the water with her.

"Okay. I'll get in the water in just a minute. Let me say 'Hello' to you sister." I told her as I sat down on the blanket where my wife was laying. No matter how hard I tried; I wasn't able to talk her into going swimming me.

Once I realized there was no use in putting it off any longer I got up, took off my sandals and shirt before slowly walking toward the roped off swimming area. Much to my dismay my baby sister was busy playing with some other girls and wouldn't go out into the water. Hoping in vain that BJ wouldn't follow, I quickly swam out to the rope that surrounded the swimming area. Since the water was too deep to stand-up in I stretched both arms over the rope so I was supported with the rope behind my back. Almost immediately BJ was in front of me with her hands on my shoulders. In an effort to discourage her from being in the deep water, I didn't help when her head went under.

"Are you going to let me drown?" she asked when she surfaced.

"Maybe you need to go into more shallow water." I replied.

"No, I'll just hold on tighter!" she said. Then she moved closer and placed her legs around my waist.

"There. That's better." she said as she pulled her body close to mine. 

"It's way too close. I still think you should go into the shallow water." I told her again.

"No, I like it out here with you." she told me as she turned my shoulders loose and lay back in the cool water.

It was impossible for me not to be both uncomfortable and curious at the same time. I was curious because she had a way of sexually arousing me and I didn't know if it was intentional or not. And I was uncomfortable because she was my wife's younger sister and my wife was lying on the shore not more than 100 feet away. As BJ floated with her eyes closed, I watched her firm young breasts float under her loosely tied bathing suit top. The cool water was beginning to have an effect on her because her nipples became rock hard and looked as if they would poke through her top. If it had been my wife I would have slipped my hand into her top and rolled first one and then the other nipple between my fingers but this wasn't my wife. It was her younger sister. 

About that time, I realized my dick was beginning to grow erect. I closed my eyes wishing it would go away but of course wishing didn't work. The harder I grew the more friction there was between BJ and the growing tent in my shorts. Apparently I wasn't the only one who noticed it.

"Feels good out here doesn't it?" BJ asked as she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"I think we need to get out of the water." I responded.

"No, not yet. This feels too good." she countered as she pulled a little closer.

"We need to get out!" I said for the second time.

"Not yet!" she told me in a determined voice. Not only did she sound determined, she pulled herself as close as possible with her legs. This definitely answered my question: She knew exactly what she was doing.

"You need to quit." I told her as she began to rub her pussy against my hardness.

"Quit what?" she asked with a knowing smile.

"You know what! Now move your legs so I can get out of the water" I insisted.

"You're going to get out like that?" she asked as her hands disappeared under the water.

I wasn't sure what to do. How could I get out of this situation without causing a big family problem? That's when I felt BJ slip her hand down into my shorts and wrap her fingers around my dick.

"Quit." I snapped as I reached for her hand. This only accomplished one thing: we both slipped under the water. In an instant I forgot about her hand and struggled to regain my grip on the rope.

As I tried to catch my breath, I heard a voice from the shore call out, "What's going on?" It was my wife's voice. Looking in her direction I could see her sitting up, shading her eyes from the bright sun and watching us.

"Just trying to keep from drowning." I called back.

"Well, be careful. BJ, you hold on tight. I don't want either of you to get hurt!" she shouted as she lay back down.

"She told me to hold on tight." BJ said. Giving my dick a little squeeze with one hand, she began to unzip my shorts with the other. Since I didn't have on any underwear, my dick immediately popped free from my shorts.

"Isn't that better?" BJ asked as she began to stroke up and down.

By this time I didn't even bother to reply. I just held onto the rope and supported our weight with my arms. I really didn't expect what was to come next. I assumed she would continue jacking me off until I would cum. But I was wrong. 

BJ reached between us and moved the crotch of her bathing suit to the side exposing her pussy. I couldn't see what was going on below the surface but I could definitely feel it. BJ' hand guided my dick between her warm pussy lips. Then she began to rub her erect clit with the head of my dick. In a matter of moments I could feel her legs tighten around me as she had an orgasm.

Before her orgasm subsided completely, BJ guided the head of my dick to the entrance of her hot pussy. Again I could feel her legs tighten as she slowly slid onto my dick and lay back in the water. The feeling of her tight pussy gripping my dick was unbelievable as she began to slowly fuck me by relaxing and tightening her legs.

That was definitely strange. Enjoying the feelings of letting my wife's younger sister fuck me while my wife was lying in the sun nearby. As I tried to sort out what was happening, BJ again reached between us and began to rub her clit. In a matter of moments, both she and I were ready to cum.

"Cum in me." BJ encouraged me.

"But you might..." I began to say. 

About that time, BJ pulled me deep into her before having her second orgasm. It was too late by then to stop. The contractions of her pussy began milking streams of cum out of me. When she was satisfied I was completely drained; BJ released her grip on my waist allowing my softening dick to slip out of her.

"You better put it back in your shorts before you get out of the water." BJ said with a laugh.

"What about you getting pregnant?" I hastily asked.

"Don't worry. Daddy got me birth control pills the day after he walked into my bedroom and caught me fucking Billy. Now I can fuck whoever I want and I don't have to worry!" she reassured me as she floated away and began to swim toward the shore.

"Thanks for going swimming!" she called over her shoulder as she stood up in the shallow water and walked up to where my wife was still laying.

After a few minutes of clearing my head and putting my dick back where it belonged, I got out of the water. As I walked up the hill, I couldn't help but notice BJ sitting on the blanket next to my wife-her sister with a devilish smile on her face. Sitting down on the opposite side of my wife I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and said, "I love you."

"I love you, too." she replied without even opening her eyes.

Looking over at BJ, I saw her lick her lips seductively and motion with her eyes toward the water. It took a lot of self control but I ignored her and lay back to think about what had just happened and wonder if it was committing incest or simply fucking a hot young woman. Even today I'm not sure about the answer especially since we fucked many times over the next few years. 

That is until my wife came home early one afternoon and caught BJ and I sharing a snack in the spare bedroom. Unfortunately, at that particular moment, the snack was BJ' pussy. I had my tongue buried deep in her hot hole when we heard the front door open and my wife call my name. I guess she must have heard some noise when I jumped off the bed and started to pull my pants on because suddenly there she was. She was standing at the bedroom door looking at us. BJ was laying naked on the bed and I was standing there with no shirt on and my pants unzipped.

"I can explain!" I quickly said without realizing how corny it sounded.

"I'm sure there is a good reason why your pants are unzipped and I'm sure there is a good reason why BJ is laying on the bed with that fucking look on her face. But how can you explain your mustache being soaked with someone's pussy juices. What happened? Had BJ passed out and were you giving her mouth-to-pussy resuscitation?" she sarcastically asked as she stepped closer to the side of the bed.

Wait. This is another story. I should go back a couple of years and tell you about the second time BJ and I got together. And the third time. And the fourth time. And some of the more memorable times up until we got caught that fateful afternoon. I hope some of you readers will let me know if was 'Incest/Taboo' or an 'Erotic Coupling.' Until I get and answer to that question, I'll just post the continuing story of BJ and I in 'Incest/Taboo.' Let me know what you think. Okay?



My Wife's Sister



The sound of the dirt hitting the coffin was dull, which matched the dreary day. I was standing there, watching as the minister said some words meant to ease the suffering of those left behind. I held my daughter's hand, her husband standing just behind us. His hand was on my shoulder, offering comfort. My son was standing next to me, his girlfriend beside him.

At forty-nine years old, I never expected to be standing at graveside, burying my wife. I always believed deep down I would be the first to go. I thought that due to my work and the way I had lived my life, I would surely die before my wife, and that when I did, I'd be an old, old man. Now I felt old. Ancient. 

After the funeral there was the reception. Everyone coming up to me, telling me how sorry they were, how great she was, how wonderful we were, how young she was, everything but what I needed to hear. We had been married over twenty years, two kids, both now off on their own. The youngest, our, I mean, my daughter, is married and about to have my first grandchild. The oldest, my son is working in New York City in the financial district. Both are doing well.

With all the people at our house... I guess it's my house, now... See? I'm having a hard time adjusting to this being single. Everything for the last twenty years has been ours, not mine. Anyway, there were about forty people around talking and offering their support. I just wanted to be alone at the moment. 

Feeling quite fed up, I finally slipped out into the back yard, and worked my way out the back gate, intending to take a short walk. As I closed the gate, someone drove up the alley, and parked their car right next to where I was standing. 

"Jeff... How are you holding up?"

It was Marie, my wife's younger sister. The one person in the world I didn't want to see at the moment. You see it was partially Marie's fault that my loving wife was dead. Okay, maybe that isn't really fair to Marie or my wife, but in my heart I knew that if Marie had kept her damn interests to herself, Brenda would still be here with me.

"I'm just going for a walk Marie. Everyone is inside. You've been mentioned."

I didn't smile nor did I invite her openly. I just stated the facts as I saw them. I now wanted to be away from here for certain, and I was sure Marie would try to invite herself on my walk. I should have known better, as she just brushed past me and went into the back yard. She had always been all about Marie. That's why when Marie had taken a sudden interest in Brenda's personal life that I became suspicious. That was out of character for her younger sister in many ways.

I sighed; glad to be free of her for the moment. There was a cloud hanging between us, and a chasm that to me seemed insurmountable now. Family or no, Marie was persona-non-gratis around me. It's a long story about what happened and how it all mushroomed into the funeral today, and to be quite honest I'm not really up to telling it here and now. Life goes on, just like water in a river or air across a mountaintop. Always moving relentlessly onward. For most people anyway. Then again, maybe telling it will help me to move on.

Okay... fine. Here is my story. Take it as I lay it out, or not... it is what has happened in my life.

Brenda and I met after college, at her job. I had been into the insurance company she worked at to renew my policies on the house and car, and she had been the agent assigned to me. I found myself making excuses to go back after our initial meeting, and somewhere along the way finally got the nerve to ask her out. 

After several months of dating, we had seen that we were deeply in love with each other, so we got married. Two children and a full and wonderful marriage, right up until two years ago anyway, I had never questioned getting married to Brenda. We were like two peas in a pod, and very compatible. Then Marie had gotten interested in Brenda's life.

I'm sure she was well meaning. I'm sure that Marie thought that Brenda needed to reach out and grow. Everything one could see in a person who was trying to be better and more loving of those around her, you could have seen in Marie. She had been trying hard to help Brenda with what Marie saw as shortcomings. 

It started with Wednesday night 'girl's night out'. Soon it grew to Wednesday and Fridays. Then Saturday was added. It seemed that, after a while, Marie was spending more time with Brenda than I was. Of course, that was true only because Marie was capitalizing on Brenda's time when normally I would have been.

At home it soon became 'Marie this' or 'Marie that'. When it got to be a daily thing, I started to withdraw from Brenda. Every time I would try to get some quality time with my wife, Marie seemed to be there. Any time I wanted Brenda to be with me, Marie seemed to be more important. Every time I wanted to take Brenda out for dinner it seemed that it was one of 'those' nights for the girls. 

Pretty soon what had been a very communicative and open relationship became closed off and non-talkative. I couldn't say anything about how I felt without Brenda flaring up and getting mad at me, telling me I was being hard and unfair to her younger sister. If all I was going to do was piss off my wife by just trying to be with her, then why would I bother? 

A few months after the growing 'girls night out' invaded my life, I could see that my marriage was in serious trouble. Yet, I couldn't talk to my wife about it without her getting mad and defensive. So I did the worst thing I could have done. I gave up. I spent my time doing what I wanted to do, and Brenda began to do her own thing as well. On our rare nights at home together we were like two strangers living in the same house. 

Then, one night... well rather it was morning, but it started the night before, all hell broke loose. I was at home, working in the garage on a project I had going. It was a Friday night, and Brenda and Marie had gone out on their regular Friday night thing. They left the house about six-thirty, and I found myself making my own supper. Something else I had been doing more and more it seemed.

Eating in the garage seemed to be the simple thing to do, so I got dinner ready and took it out there. Listening to my boom box as I worked and ate soothed me. I worked until eleven and then went in. I half expected Brenda to be in bed already, but I was a bit surprised that she wasn't even home yet. I saw the light flashing on the phone, a message left waiting.

"Jeff, I'm staying at Marie's tonight. We've been out a bit longer and it's too late for me to drive home in the condition I'm in. I'll see you in the morning."

"Why bother" I thought to myself, "I never see you anymore anyway. Just move in with your bitch sister and be happy."

Yeah, I'll admit, I was mad and jealous. I had lost something when Marie took such a special interest in her sister, and now I didn't seem to be able to find a way to get my wife back. I missed being with Brenda; I missed the talks, the laughing, the gentle chatter of a couple who knew each other very well, and most of all, lately it seemed I missed the sex we had once shared with each other.

I replayed the message before deleting it, and that's when I heard men's voices in the background. There were men at Marie's house with my wife. It sounded like a party going on too. I picked up the phone and dialed.

After nine rings, someone picked up. A man's voice.

"Yeah... it's your dime don't waste it."

"Yeah, let me speak to Brenda please?"

"Is she the one with long hair? She's a bit tied up at the moment. Maybe call back tomorrow like around... say... noon?"

"This is her husband; I need to speak to her. Put her on the phone..."

"Fuck off."

CLICK.

The bastard had hung up on me. Getting mad I redialed the phone. Nobody picked up. I tried three times over the next half-hour, getting madder and madder. Finally I had enough. Grabbing my car keys off the counter I left the house and drove over to Marie's.

There was nobody home at her place. That's when I remembered I had dialed Brenda's cell phone. I had no idea where she was, or who she was with. I didn't know if she was there on her own, or if she had been kidnapped. I knew nothing.

I drove home madder than I'd ever been; mad and scared. I went in and made myself a drink. Making myself a drink I started on the rocks, but finished the bottle neat. Matter of fact, I finished the bottle by chugging right out of it.

At some point I decided that Brenda was doing this of her own free will and that the cops couldn't or wouldn't do anything about it for twenty-four hours anyway. I had gone so far as to even think that Brenda had invited the men to be with them. My mind was playing tricks on me now, and the alcohol wasn't helping me to see things better.

In the morning I woke to a hell of a headache, and dry cottonmouth. I rummaged around and took a shower, then got dressed. Taking a bottle of aspirin in hand I took some and then after a thought, took a few more. It was an eight aspirin headache today. In the mirror I saw a man with that haunted lost look.

I sat around after eating a light breakfast, and waited for either a phone call or Brenda to come home. Around two o'clock she pulled up in the driveway. Walking in, she looked great. Freshly showered and wearing one of my favorite dresses. It was a slinky and tight fitting number that left lots of leg and a bit of chest exposed. In the past Brenda had only worn it when out with me, and even then, only if she wanted to get laid that night.

"Sorry for not getting home last night dear. Marie and I had a few too many and then by the time we got to her place I was real tired, too tired to drive, so I crashed at her place."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Slept until just a little bit ago. Took a quick shower and here I am."

"Oh?"

"What's wrong Jeff, you seem upset?"

"Well, I called your cell last night, several times after the first call. It seems that the person who picked up said you were tied up. I told him that I was your husband and he hung up on me. Nobody would pick up after that. Now I see the dress you were wearing and I have to ask myself, did you wear it for some other man? I am also wondering where you wore it at since I drove over to Marie's and neither of you was there. Her place was dark."

Brenda sat down. Too bad she missed the chair. She had turned as I was talking; hearing that I had called and a man had picked up her cell phone, going white in the face. I guess she thought that the easy chair was a bit closer to her than it was, but she missed it by a foot or so. 

She didn't move from the floor though. Her hands were on her face and she was crying. I couldn't stand it, as it was plain as day that she had done something she was ashamed of. I got up and stormed out to the garage. I locked the door behind me, and cranked up the stereo as loud as I could stand it. 

I didn't accomplish much other than to bang things around for a couple of hours and mostly just cuss at Marie, Brenda and the asshole on the phone from last night. By the time I cooled off and shut down the stereo I had begun to think about my marriage and how it was all unraveling around me. All because of Marie as far as I was concerned. 

Before Marie, Brenda and I had been happy and loving to each other. Since Marie we had drawn apart, and now it seemed, Brenda was looking for happiness or satisfaction from another man... or worse... men. In the hours out in my shop I came to the realization that I had probably lost Brenda for good. We were headed for a divorce.

Going into the house I found myself alone. Brenda was gone off somewhere, and I will admit I was thinking she had run to Marie's for support. I went to our bedroom and got a shock when I saw Brenda's dresser drawers open and empty. Looking in the closet I saw just a few items here and there, things she hardly wore anymore. She had left me.

Being that it was a Saturday, I only had the option of online banking available to me, so I went online and began to work out how to move money around and protect myself in case Brenda decided to leave me permanently. I was not going to lose out financially after having worked so many years to build up a nice savings account and bank account.

After that I called a buddy of mine who had been through a divorce and we made a date to get together and talk about Brenda and me. I called our kids and told them things between their mom and I had gotten strained and she may have moved out. My daughter asked me where and I honestly said I didn't know.

A week went by, with me working every day, hard and busy to keep my mind off my downward spiraling home life. At night I would drink and sleep, getting up just in time to shower before heading back to work. That Saturday, one week to the day since the last time I had seen my wife, I met up with my buddy and we talked. He didn't have much advice for me other than what I already sort of knew. Protect my assets first, then worry about her and what she may do... or want or try to do.

I never heard from Brenda the whole week. No phone calls, no stopping by work, nothing. By Saturday night I was certain she had given up on us way before last week, and was now shacked up with some other man. I finally called Marie's house that night too. Marie was home, and quite surprised to find out that Brenda wasn't home with me.

"I thought she was still mad at me and sticking close to home. You haven't seen her at all Jeff? That's not right. What happened between you two?"

"YOU HAPPENED... you... bitch."

"Jeff, that's awful harsh. You don't mean that."

"Yes I do. We were fine until you started taking Brenda out every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday night. You and your girl's nights out destroyed us Marie. I hope you achieved whatever it was you were aiming for. She's gone and I am sure we are about to get divorced. If she's not with you she must be with that asshole that answered her phone last Friday night."

"Oh. You know about last Friday night then?"

"I know that Saturday afternoon she showed up at home in her 'wanna get laid dress', all freshly showered and then I told her about some strange guy answering her phone and she just sat on the floor and cried. Later on, when I came in from the garage, she had packed her things and left me. So... fuck you Marie. You and your bullshit cost me my wife. Don't ever come around me again. Whore."

I heard her yelling not to hang up, but I was too mad to listen to her. I just wanted to shut everything out. Her, Brenda, that other man, and life in general. Furious didn't describe my feelings or thoughts.

Just hearing Marie on the phone was enough to set me off. I was angry all over again, angry and lost. My wife was off somewhere, I knew not where, and I had no way of fixing things. After shouting into the phone, I slammed it down so hard I broke the handset. Fuck... now I had to buy a new phone on top of everything else. That seemed to open a dam inside me and I found myself on the floor, crying. Like a baby.

It was a while before I decided to get up and go to bed. As I got up I noted that I had been sitting right where Brenda had collapsed on me not such a long time ago. Sleep that night was fitful and full of bad dreams and tossing and turning. By morning I figured I had actually lost on the equation, and would have been far better off just staying up all night drinking.

A dreary Sunday morning greeted me and I was not in any kind of mood to deal with anyone. I ate something to keep my stomach from growling at me, and then just sat in the kitchen drinking coffee. About noontime, I heard a car pull up in our front driveway. Looking out the window I saw my son climbing out.

"Dad... what the heck has gone on around here anyway? Mom came to my place a week ago upset and crying... won't talk to me about anything but that you are going to leave her. What's going on?"

"I told you we were having problems son. Besides, she left me. She packed her things and ran. This is the first I knew where she was at all this time."

"Yeah, mom came to my place. I... uh... well it was kinda embarrassing. I had a friend over and she spent the night... anyway, mom was on my couch in the morning when my friend went to shower so they sort of met, in the worst possible way."

"Oh damn. Sorry about that. I didn't even known where your mom has been. When did she show up at your place anyway?"

"Sunday. After you called and talked to me. She refused to let me call you and talk to you. She wanted me to leave you alone for fear that you'd hunt her down. What's going on dad? You're not going to hurt her are you?"

I was tired. It had been a week of worry and stress like none I'd ever had before. Now my son had to drive over three hundred miles on a Sunday to ask me what was going on and why his mom was at his place refusing to let him talk to me.

"Look, last week she went out with your Aunt Marie."

"Mom told me about that. She ended up missing your call and somehow you got real angry about it. What got into you? Why would you do that?"

"She missed my call? That's what she told you? That she just missed my call?"

"Yeah. She told me that she missed a call you made that someone else intercepted it before she knew about it. Then she said you got real mad at her. She was afraid so she ran."

"That isn't quite correct. She missed telling you some important details."

"Then why don't you tell me what happened dad?"

"Last Friday night your mom went out with your Aunt Marie like clockwork. I was in the garage working on a few things for a while. I came in about eleven and found your mom wasn't home yet. I saw she had left a message on the phone that I had missed. She told me she had too much to drink and was going to stay at Marie's."

"Okay, she told me that part. About the message I mean."

"Yeah? Well, when she left the message I replayed it to make sure I understood it right."

"I've seen you do that lots of times. You always replay messages like that."

"I replayed it and in the background I heard men's voices. That worried me, so I called your mom's cell phone. It rang nine times, and then some strange guy picked up. I asked to speak to her and he told me she was tied up at the moment, to call back tomorrow afternoon. I told him I was her husband and to put her on now. He hung up on me after telling me to fuck off."

"Oh shit. Mom sort of sugar coated that part. So... mom cheated on you?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure what happened son. She left before we talked about it, but she was acting guilty as hell about something. I haven't talked to her since Saturday afternoon."

"You two need to talk to each other. Can you come over to my place and talk? I'll be there for either of you, and my new girlfriend will be there too. You need to at least talk about what's going on. You have too many good years together to just toss them away like this dad."

"I'll talk... but will your mother?"

"If you show up, I'll make sure she is there. Uh... just come as you are dad...no guns or weapons or junk okay? I mean, I know you're mad and everything and your talk may ignite more anger between you two... but you need to work things out, or figure out what you're going to do. You can't stew on this for very long, neither of you."

"I'll follow you home."

"Why don't you just hop in and ride with me?"

"What if your mom and I can't work things out at your place Mark?"

"I'll make sure you get home okay dad. Trust me."

During the drive to my son's place I realized that I still had some love for Brenda. Even if she had cheated on me, I think that right at that moment I was willing to try to work things out with her. When we got to Mark's place he parked and we went inside. His girlfriend was sitting with Brenda and when I walked in they both got up, looking nervous.




My Wife's Sister



"Hi Jeff."

"Brenda"

I may still love her but I was still upset with her so I kept my greeting short.

"Uh... How have you been?"

How had I been? What did she think? I started to boil. Before I could check myself, I started to blow up. I was barely able to curtail my anger in time.

"How do you think I've been you cheating..." I saw her shrinking from me as I yelled. I had to pause and catch myself. "I'm sorry... Uh... I've been okay I guess. Drinking a bit too much lately. Confused about things too."

She looked pale and nervous. The woman I loved, the woman I had spent the better part of my life with was afraid of me. That hurt me deep inside. My heart was breaking. I loved her still, and she was afraid of me. Could we patch things up?

The young woman that must have been the 'guest' broke in.

"I'm Jill. You must be Mark's father. I wish we could have met under better circumstances."

I took her proffered hand and shook it gently.

"Me too. I hope that we can get to know each other a bit more though. Mark hadn't told us he was seeing anyone... yet."

I glanced knowingly at him; he saw the slight reprimand in my eyes I'm sure. Jill kept me on track.

"Look, you two need to talk, so Mark and I will be in the other room. If things get sticky or loud we'll come to the rescue, okay? You guys just sit and talk things over for now. Try to keep your cool though. This is an apartment building and the walls and floors are thin."

Mark and Jill left us to our own devices.

"I guess I need to explain things to you Jeff. First of all, I'm so sorry. I really am."

"So, you have something you need to be sorry about? Did you sleep with some guy?"

"Not exactly."

"I don't understand. Not exactly? That's kind of like being half pregnant dear."

"It wasn't just one guy, and we didn't sleep."

"More than one guy? YOU?"

Her revelation hit me hard. Frankly I was flat stunned. She had been with more than one man? This was not the person I had married years ago at all. I didn't know who she was.

"You did this openly and freely of your own choice?"

"Not exactly. I was drunk... I think I had way too much to drink that night. Marie had also been pushing me for weeks to get out and let my hair down. I don't know, maybe I was lonely too. I just don't know how it all came about, but suddenly, there I was on a bed with four men... actually it started with just one guy, but by the end all of them were... anyway, Marie was there too, and by the end of the night I had been with all of them. Yes... Marie too. The guys kind of arranged that. It wasn't rape, really, but they were quite forceful. I was drunk enough that I guess I didn't think about what I was doing and how wrong it was until it was far too late."

Her revelation hit me like a ton of bricks. I had expected to hear she had cheated on me... I hadn't figured more than one man, nor her and Marie doing things together either. They were sisters for Christ's sake. I sat there, not knowing what to say. Our talk had taken about five minutes so far and we were already into the part about her having been with other men. She wasn't hiding... or I didn't think she was hiding anything from me. She must have read my mind.

"I will tell you whatever you want to know, Jeff. If I can. Part of all that went on I'm not sure how it came to be. I'm not sure when I became a slut either. I am though. I had sex with four men I didn't know, and I used no protection at all. I even enjoyed part of it... for a while. I don't know why I did it. I don't know what caused me to forget my wedding vows, or my husband waiting for me at home. All I do know is that at one point I heard myself begging for more. I was such a slut. I'm a terrible person. I don't deserve you... I don't deserve to live."

Her sobs took over her ability to speak and she just collapsed. I watched her, not knowing who this person in front of me was. I didn't say anything. I was too shocked and stunned to even know where to start. This was all too much for me to handle. I began to feel ill. 

"I-I-uh... oh... shit..."

I started to throw up. I ran to the kitchen sink and let loose. After a while, I turned on the water and flushed it down the drain, then headed to the bathroom for a bit. I stayed in the bathroom for about fifteen minutes. I mostly leaned on the counter and threw up from time to time. I calmed down and was able to settle the stomach with a glass of water. Wiping my face off, I returned to the kitchen table. 

Brenda was in tears, crying softly. I wanted to go to her and hold her. Hug her to me and tell her it would be okay. The problem was I didn't know if it would be okay ever again. I sat down heavily, wanting to be able to know what to say or ask without getting sick again.

"So... you and Marie's nights out were for scouting for men then?"

"NO. That never happened before. We had gone to a new club. I told you that I had been drinking too much. Anyway, these guys were buying us drinks and dancing with us. They complimented us and made me feel beautiful and sexy. Lately you haven't been paying attention to me, so I guess it went to my head... Marie's too. Then, the next thing I know I called you and left the message that I was too drunk... and then we went to their place."

"Lately I hadn't been paying attention to you? I hadn't been paying attention to you? Are you hearing yourself Brenda? You're the reason, you and your sister. You haven't been letting me even try. I've tried to get you to go out with me but you've been crying that you and Marie needed to be together. Not only that, but you told me in the message that you were at Marie's, Brenda. You lied to me."

"No... at the time I thought we were going to Marie's. The men wanted to take us to their place first though, it was just to be for a minute so one of them could pick up something, so we never thought it would be a problem. We ended up becoming sluts there though. If only I hadn't thought you should have paid more attention to me, I might have been better prepared to fend off what happened."

I couldn't help my voice raising as she mentioned again that she thought it was my fault somehow.

"I haven't been paying enough attention to you lately? Again with that? God Damnit! Need I remind you that you've been the one ignoring me? You're the one that has been going out with Marie every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday night. Always Marie this and Marie that. You've blown me off more and more while taking up her cause to me. You're the one who has been pushing me out of your life."

I saw from the way her eyes changed that she suddenly realized she wouldn't be able to blame me all that much for what she'd done. It was like a veil had lifted when that thought hit her. She slumped in her chair and finally gathered enough will power to continue.

"I-I know Jeff. I mean, I didn't realize it was me until... now. You're right about that part. You hadn't been paying attention to me because I had been with Marie so much and cutting you off from me. That, and it pissed you off so much too."

"You like being a slut then? You've mentioned it several times. I've never called you a slut nor have I treated you like one either, you know."

"I hate it Jeff. Hate it. Something inside me snapped that night and I found out I liked what I did with those men. It was the tastes, textures, sizes, and combinations I guess. It was all so different and new to me. Deep down I loved the different things we were doing and some of them I'd always wanted to try with you, but couldn't bring myself to ask you to. I lost myself in the whole mess and now I've lost you. I hate it because I found myself with other men doing things that I should only have been doing with you, and for you. I know that I've driven you away for good now too."

"Maybe."

Hope shown in her eyes and her whole posture changed. She saw that maybe there was a chance that I'd be able to forgive her and we could get past this nasty bit of time.

"I'd do anything Jeff. I want to be with you. I want to stay married to you. I won't go out anymore ever unless you are with me. I'll be a stay-at-home wife and do anything you want me to do. I'll do anything Jeff... anything."

"So... now you're suddenly willing to talk to me and work with me? What about when you were going out with Marie? Are you going to start that again later on when things cool off? You know that she drove a wedge between us don't you? She was taking up all the time that you used to spend with me doing things."

"Oh Jeff... I'm sorry about that too. I never really realized how much I'd been ignoring you and avoiding you. I don't know why I let myself do that either."

"Well, it isn't going to be all that simple now Brenda. You've cheated on me... us really. You have been with other men... several of them. How do you think that makes me feel? Do you have any idea of what that makes me feel like? Any idea? Then, you were going to try to pass it all off to me saying you stayed with Marie. Would you have kept up the lie after that if I hadn't found out? Are you going to be lying to me from now on too?"

My voice had risen. My teeth clenched. I could feel the hot anger bubbling up and I was fighting to keep it in check. I was losing that battle though. Brenda could see it in my eyes too. I saw her look of fear as my voice began climbing in volume.

Mark and Jill slipped into the kitchen at that moment.

"Hey dad... mom? So... how's about we take a short break now. Maybe dad and I can take a walk... or maybe dad and Jill?"

Jill grabbed my arm and dragged me out of my chair. I had half risen up, so it wasn't much of a tug for her, but I had the distinct feeling that she had some strength there, of that there was no doubt.

"Come on Jeff. You and I can take a walk. You can bounce some stuff off of me, while Mark and Brenda have a chat. Okay?"

"Yeah... fine."

It was probably the best thing they could have done at that moment. My anger had been running wild in those last few seconds and it had gotten close to where I would not have been able to control it. I'm not sure what I would have done had I not been sidetracked like I was, and that thought will haunt me for a long time.

We walked for about a block before Jill started talking to me.

"Jeff, I know you're angry and you have every right to be. Brenda and I talked about what she did while Mark went to get you. She is really repentant you know? She is so sorry she did something like that and possibly ruined her marriage. She really is feeling guilty about it all. I believe her and I think the alcohol played a large part in this whole mess too."

"And so she should feel guilty. She messed up big time. First her bitch... sorry... her sister Marie takes up most of her free time, time that she used to spend with me. Then they both end up in a drunken gangbang. I want to beat them both senseless. I hate her for that so much right now I just don't know it I'll ever get over it."

"You know, my mom and dad went through this very same thing a few years ago. Mom went out with her girlfriends a couple times a month. One night they all had too much to drink and mom got involved with some guy. I thought at first that dad was going to die of a heart attack, then I thought he was going to kill mom. They worked it all out in the end though. You and Brenda will too."

"Your parents are still married then?"

"I said they worked it out, not that they stayed married. Look Jeff, what Brenda did was wrong in so many ways and on so many levels... but that doesn't mean that she doesn't love you still. I know it seems that she has tossed you aside, but she hasn't. She messed up and got caught up in a situation that went too far, too fast. It happens. Alcohol and drugs are the two things that cause things like this to happen most often. Lowered inhibitions coupled with peer pressure and having 'fun' can do that to anyone."

"Well, it doesn't really matter now does it? I mean, the dirty deed is done and she strayed. I on the other hand never strayed. Of course I didn't have a sister or brother coming over dragging me away from my wife all the damn time either."

We were walking and talking and I found my anger subsiding. Jill had a way of talking softly and soothingly that helped a lot that was for sure. I wasn't sure where Brenda and I were headed now, if we'd stay together or if we'd divorce, but I was willing to try to work through it all.

"I think I can go back and talk a bit... quieter now."

"Let's walk a bit more okay? I have a question or two for you."

"Okay then... ask away."

I was trying to cheer up and sound like it too. Inside I was all messed up still, and not in any mood to be happy at all. Maybe that was part of my problem. I was trying to figure out why Brenda would get into such a situation, and then when she had and I found out, it had hurt me to the core. I was trying to hold the anger in, to keep myself better than her. Righteous indignation perhaps?

"Jeff, before Marie began coming over and taking Brenda away all the time... how were things between you guys?"

"Uh... fine I think. I thought anyway. I mean, we have been together for twenty years and all, so some of the magic in our relationship has worn off, naturally, but I thought we were fine. Far better than most married couples with the time we had together."

"Did you take Brenda out much before?"

"Not often enough I guess. Maybe I was taking her for granted a bit too much. But Marie really drove the wedge between us though. I mean, after they started going out, if I tried to get some time in with Brenda she'd either refuse because of Marie, or she'd get mad at me for trying to take her away from her sister... the bitch. Sorry... Marie isn't one of my favorite people right at the moment. Anyway, with Marie competing for Brenda's attentions with me, it was bound to happen eventually I suppose. Drifting apart I mean."

"Did you bring Brenda flowers or compliment her for no reason at all? You know... did you make love to her often?"

"I don't think our sex life has..."

"You don't get it Jeff. I said 'Make Love' not have sex. There is a difference and making love doesn't necessarily mean having sex you know. Women love to made love to. That means endearments, caresses, flowers and candy, romance... you know... were you romancing her?"

"Oh. Well... not really. I mean, we've been together so long I guess I just assumed..."

"That the hard work and effort needed to keep her was a thing of the past?"

"No. I mean... damn... you have a hard way of putting things don't you? I know one thing though, I shouldn't have to keep fighting to keep her faithful to me, that's something that placing the ring on her finger should have stopped totally."

"Okay, I can see your point there. I also know that a couple need to keep each other close to each other's heart. Small things, here and there, add up to the big thing... know what I mean?"

"Okay, I guess I could have and should have been working harder at letting her know what I thought and how I felt. I suppose I could have tried being more romantic too."

"Bingo." Jill was working hard to make me think clearly, something I needed to do.

"But... she wouldn't give me a chance after I realized I may be losing her. I mean... I tried to take her out, I tried to do things for her, and I even complimented her more trying to let her know that we needed equal time together. Marie had already taken that time away though. Some of the biggest fights of our marriage have been in the last few months over her and Marie's girl's night's out. She was all about her sister and far less about us."

"I hate to say this Jeff... but you two drifted apart. You should have noticed things a bit before the nights out right? I mean, what she did was flat out wrong, yes, but do you think that this would have happened if you two had been getting along better in the first place? Look, I know it's not all or even mostly your fault Jeff, but I do believe she needed something at that time she wasn't getting from you. If only she'd said something or you'd noticed it somehow, it would have prevented all of this I'd bet."

"Maybe. You're taking her side now though. I mean, it's more than just me that caused this. It's not my fault. I may have not helped my case much, but she is the one that refused to try after she knew I was trying. She locked me out, not the other way around. Besides that, SHE cheated on us... even though I was angry about her time spent with Marie, I never even thought about doing anything with some other woman, ever. I love Brenda too much to do that to her."

"You're right about that too. Let's go back and see if you can ask her about that. Be direct, but keep calm. I know that Mark thinks the world of you two, and getting divorced over what happened won't fix things really... for either of you. Talk it out... maybe love will bloom again and you can put this behind you. I say that because I heard you say 'you love Brenda too much to have cheated on her'."

I wish I could be as confident as this young woman was. Jill seemed to know things. I guess she had been old enough when her parents had their problem, she must have picked up some things along the way. Back at Mark's, I found Brenda clear eyed and waiting for us.

"So Brenda, where are we?"

"I don't know Jeff. I know where I want to be, but I don't know if you will accept that or not."

"Accept what?"

"I cheated on you. It was a one time thing that will never happen again, as long as I live. All I can say is that I'm so sorry, but that doesn't make it go away. We will have to deal and cope with my cheating on you, and you will obviously have a hard time believing me from now on, since I destroyed any trust you had in me. Can you accept that I realize what I've done was wrong, that I'm sincerely sorry, will never do anything like that again... and can we move on from here?"

"I don't really know Brenda. It's not so much that you cheated, it's how you cheated on us in a one night drunken... group thing. I mean... I'm not sure I could even accept one man, let alone four ... and your sister too. That hurts. Actually, what hurts worse is I was trying to figure out how to win you back and you wouldn't give me a chance. Now, you are asking me to give you a chance after you've been with four other men and a woman. I never cheated on you. I never strayed. Maybe I am guilty of not working on us enough, but I know it takes two to tango. I don't know."

"At least we can talk about it. I am sorry for having done what I did. Being with those men was not in my plans, ever. I never, ever intended to cheat on you. I hate to say it, but the alcohol helped me to get into the situation that allowed me to lose my inhibitions and do what I did. It was wrong. So very wrong. All I can say is, that things got way out of hand, and before I thought... Well, I never thought, I guess."

"It leaves an ugly picture in my head Brenda. Were they better? Stronger? More virile? Larger? How much did you enjoy it? Why? I mean, the questions in my head fill me up to the point that I feel like there isn't room for me. Anywhere. I also wonder if there is room for me in your life any more."

"Don't. Don't say that! There will always be room in my life for you Jeff. I love you. Look, I screwed up big time and I can't fix it. I can't make that stupid, terrible night go away, or to have never happened. All I can do is try to move on, and hope you will forgive me some day, and maybe trust me some day again too. I don't deserve it, and I know if it were you in my shoes I'm not so sure I could forgive and move on either. Those other men, they were just different. That's all. I didn't notice much of anything in particular, just the differences between them. It was like a deep dark fantasy come true for me that night, and with the alcohol added I just let loose when I shouldn't have. I'm sorry."




My Wife's Sister



"Okay, we have issues it seems... and neither of us knows what we can do now. Maybe we need a trial separation. Give us time to figure out what we both want."

A large tear formed at the corner of one of Brenda's eyes. As it began to fall I saw that she had been expecting this... or worse from me. I sort of hated that I had a small little bit of enjoyment in seeing the pain my idea generated in her. I sort of hated that I got a certain feeling of 'so there bitch' deep inside. But, in other ways those feelings were good for me. I loved her still and I didn't want to lose her. Not without a fight anyway. But I also knew that to stay together while having those thoughts could lead to me getting even, or worse still, hurting her directly.

"I don't want to lose you Jeff, but I know that you have every right to want to divorce me. I have no excuse to offer and nothing I can say could stop you from leaving me. If a trial separation is what you think we need, then I guess... as much as I hate the thought of it... that's what we should do."

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE YOU TWO!"

Jill stepped in between us and looked almost angry. I saw that she had something on her mind and she was going to push in and have her say, so I just sat there and said nothing.

"If you two go for this 'trial separation' you'll be divorced in no time at all. That's what my parents did. All that does is keep you apart, not communicating. Bit by bit you drift off, worse than you have been, and the memories will eat you alive. Pretty soon there is only divorce. You need to separate, yes. Maybe in separate rooms though, not different houses. Then you both need to be together and see if you can work through the anger and pain. I know this because I saw it when it happened to my parents. Today, you go ask dad who he loves... He'll say my mother. Mom will say the same thing, my father. Yet, they're divorced and apart. NO WAY can you do this. You BOTH have to face this... mistake... head on."

The authority in her voice rang with some truth to me. I knew what she was saying was reasonable. But what about those thoughts of mine, and my pleasure in Brenda's pain? I looked at Brenda, and thought hard for a bit. Could I let her into my house again? Could I not want to kill her, or hurt her over the next weeks or months? Could I ever learn to cope with all that had happened now? 

Jill's voice cut through the sudden silence, "Jeff?"

"Dad?", My son's voice sounded his concern.

"What?" I was uncomfortable with the pressure being place on me and I could see that Jill and Mark wanted an answer.

Jill was impatiently standing with her hands on her hips, with a 'right in my face' attitude. Mark was behind her, staring at me too. Brenda was sitting at the table with a lost and lonely look, hardly able to meet my gaze.

"Damn you guys! You're being way too hard on this old man. Okay, maybe a trial separation is a bad idea. But, I'm just not sure how safe Brenda will be around me for a while. At times I want to choke the living... I mean... I do have more than a little anger over this, you do realize that don't you?"

"We know Jeff. Look, when my parents were at this very stage, they should have been together working it all out, instead of being apart dwelling on the negative. It won't be easy, that I do know, but you both need to be together if you are both going to stay together. If you can't manage that much then you need to be divorced. The only real way you can find out is to stick it out for a bit."

I knew that Jill meant only the best, but how much did she know and how much of this was a young person having wishful thoughts and unreal ones at that? I thought a bit more, trying to figure out what alternatives we actually had. 

I was dubious. I mean I could hardly believe how angry I still was with Brenda., And they here they were, telling me to be with her and work it out? What if I blew up and really hurt her physically? Not only would I lose her, I'd probably end up in jail to boot. I also knew that having been apart this week had extracted a toll. One that I hated and, also, deep down, I realized that if it kept up, we would be a statistic in the scheme of life.

"I really don't appreciate you two kids threatening me and browbeating me into this," I said to Mark and Jill, "so I won't make a decision like this under duress. Mark, take me to a motel for now. I'll phone or come over tomorrow morning and let you know my decision after I've had time to think this all out.

When I returned the next morning in a cab, Brenda was seemingly still sitting in the same place, and Mark and Jill had distinctly more sober expressions on their faces than they had yesterday. It was obvious that none of them had slept any at all. I knew I had to give them my answer.

"Maybe you should come home Brenda. I promise I will try my damnedest to not hurt you or anything, but you need to know I will probably yell a lot once in a while. I suppose we do need to be together in order to work things out, if they can be worked out. I'll stay in our bedroom and you in the guest bedroom. Apart... yet together. I can't promise anything more than that though."

Brenda sat there, tears running down her face. I could see she was happy about it, yet apprehensive too. She was thinking what if I got violent, or something, I could see it in her eyes. I probably had the same look in mine too. Trust goes a long ways to dispelling that look, and the trust in our marriage was now long gone. It was going to be a long hard road for a while.

"How about counseling?"

Brenda's question cut through the air like a knife. It was a question I had thought of myself, way before all this occurred. Back when it was just Brenda and Marie having their nights out far too often, and locking me out.

"We have two right here it seems. At least, Jill is pretty damned good anyway."

"No, that's not what I mean Jeff, and you know it."

"I know. Okay, we both need it, apart and together, so we'll do that starting tomorrow. I'll call around and find someone... I mean we will call around and find someone to help us set it up."

Brenda got up and left the kitchen. I stood there, wondering what was going on now. A few minutes later she came back, suitcases in hand.

"Can we go home now Jeff?"

"Where's your car?"

"Dad, I'll get it, it's down at a local parking garage. Jill can drive, and she'll help out. Won't you Jill?"

"You betcha. After all, I am going to be the newest member of the family."

"What?"

Both Brenda and I asked that 'what' at the same time.

"Oh... in all the excitement I guess we forgot to tell you. I proposed to Jill last Saturday night, and she accepted. She's going to be my wife."

"Jill is more than welcome in this family, no matter what happens. I hope you two are happy together."

I hugged Jill and then handed her off to Brenda. Shaking Mark's hand, I pulled him in and hugged him too.

"I hope you two learn something from what's happened this week. Sorry to have rained on your parade too Mark. You deserved much better."

Brenda made her welcoming and we left... together. It was a quiet and tense trip home though. Each of us in deep thought. That whole next week went the same way. The tension kept building and building. Our first appointment together with the counselor was the following week and I wasn't sure we'd make it. We did, but just barely.

We made that first appointment and the following ones, until one day the counselor cut us loose on our own. We had spent the last eight months going once a week together. Separate individual visits were interspersed in between those. We worked it out, and while it was not easy, we managed to get around the whole nightmare in the end.

Our sex life eventually resumed too. It was in the sixth month, one night Brenda had taken a shower. I was in the bedroom getting ready for bed, and walked in on her as she was stepping out. Her naked body had lost nothing over the years, and I got a hard-on in seconds. I apologized, and turned to step out. Brenda stopped me.

"Don't go. Please. I was... I've been thinking Jeff. I can see that you're interested... I need... I want... you. Could you..."

I turned and took her in my arms. It was a sudden and swift move and I detected a bit of fear in her eyes. She may have thought I was about to get violent or something. Instead I pulled her to me and smothered her with kisses. Hugging her close, I bent and picked her up in my arms, and took her into our bedroom.

Laying her out on the bed, I climbed between her legs, and began to kiss her. I started at her lips, and then moved around her face. I was brushing my hands over her naked body as I kissed her, and pretty soon my fingers were playing with her nipples. I kissed my way down her throat, and onto her chest, taking one nipple at a time into my mouth and sucking on it. 

I moved down further, and played with her belly-button. My tongue delved in and out of it, causing her belly to ripple. Moving down farther, I could smell her need. My lips caressed her pussy lips; my tongue slipped out and began to search. With my tongue between her lips, her clit popped up and out, and I spread her open gently, taking my time, and looking at her.

Licking her clit, then sucking it between my lip and tugging on it, I started a cycle of licking and tugging. Brenda couldn't hold off and crashed into an orgasm. As her hands pulled my head to her, I kept working her clit and pussy lips. I slipped two fingers into her pussy, and massaged her deeply, searching for her G-spot. I found that just as her first orgasm died down, and when I contacted her there, she flew off again. 

I kept up my attentions until she had cum several times. After that, I just moved back up and kissed her softly.

"I love you Brenda. I really do."

"Oh Jeff... I know you do. You are so wonderful to me. So good, and kind. I don't deserve you. It's my turn now though. Lay back honey. There's something I've wanted to do for a while now."

Brenda moved over me and began to kiss and lick my body. After a bit, her lips were around my hard cock, and she was sucking me off with an intense fever of someone in need. I laid there, accepting the feelings and arousal she brought out in me.

She was taking me into her mouth, and as always in the past, taking about half of me. Suddenly, I felt her lips around my shaft where they had never been before. Surprised, I opened my eyes to see and found her eyes on me. Her mouth was moving down, her lips caressing my cock, as she moved down it farther than she had ever been. She didn't stop until she had buried her lips in my pubic hair. She had just taken my entire shaft into her mouth and down her throat.

It was all I could do to hold off from cumming, and eventually, I couldn't even do that. As I started to cum I moaned and pressed my hands on hers where she held them on my hips. 

"I'm about there honey..."

I expected her to back off and move up to fuck, like normal or like what we had done in the past. I had never shot off in her mouth before, as she had always told me that wasn't something she liked doing.

I started to cum, and as it boiled up my shaft, I felt her lips moving down my shaft. My thoughts at that moment were that I was about to not only cum in my wife's mouth, I would be shooting it down her throat, with her lips buried in my crotch. Two firsts. 

I shot off, and my orgasm was so hard I nearly passed out. I did happen to notice that her eyes never left my face during that time though. At least, I don't think they did. 

Afterwards, as I woke up from a sensational orgasm, she was still down there licking and sucking me.

"You didn't have to do that you know Brenda. But, thank you so much. That was... great."

"I wanted to Jeff. And so you know, I never took anyone as far as I just took you into my mouth before. I'm sorry that I never did this before too. Your cum is kind of sweet. I think you can expect this from now on. In case you're wondering, I've been practicing on banana's for a while now too. That's why I was able to do what I did."

Later on we had a nice comfortable fuck, and for another first, Brenda woke me up the next morning with a nice blowjob... to completion... and swallowed it all like it was the nectar of a God. I ate her out and we fucked some more. We ended up spending the whole weekend in bed together, fucking and sucking. Renewing our love and lovemaking was like starting out all over again. Like a honeymoon.

We were at Mark and Jill's wedding, and watched the happy couple leave on their honeymoon. I spent a small fortune and got them a nice trip on a cruise ship. Something Brenda and I had never had. That got me to thinking.

"Say, how about we take a cruise too Brenda? Second honeymoon kind of thing?"

I got a huge hug and lots of kisses before she finally tearfully shouted 'yes'.

We had a nice cruise filled with sex and sight-seeing. It seemed that the more we were together the more we had sex now. The counseling had worked wonders too. We were on our way to being a happy and loving married couple once again. Only now, we were in each others lives fully. Our sex life had been rebuilt to even better than it had been, and the other things in our lives were better too.

One day Brenda came home from the doctor troubled. I saw that something terrible was wrong, but she wouldn't tell me at that moment. She took a walk alone. When she got back she called me into the living room.

"Jeff... I have some bad news. About me."

"What honey? I'm here for you, so whatever it is we'll work through it together."

I knew that she'd never cheat on me again, and I also knew that she'd been bothered by something for quite some time now. Brenda had always been one that didn't like to talk about her issues with anyone, even doctors.

"Not this Jeff. Not this time."

She broke down crying. I was at a loss as to what the big problem was, so I just held her to me and let her cry it out on my shoulder. I ran my fingers through her hair soothingly, kissing her neck and hugging her to me, letting her know I was there for her and that I loved her.

"I-I am sick Jeff. Real sick. They said that I have... I have cancer. It started in my ovaries and its spread now. They didn't catch it in time...they don't think. Oh Jeff... Oh... God..."

I was numb for the second time in my life. What was she saying? We would fight this. Cancer was being beat all the time now. There were treatments. We would win this battle. Together.

I told her that. Each thing I said in order only brought more tears from Brenda. By the time I realized that there was more to her tears, I was beginning to wonder if she was going to fight at all.

"It's beyond fixing Jeff. This appointment today was with a specialist that my doctor wanted me to see. He... ran a few tests and made me wait for the results. He was about to cry when he told me the news. It, the cancer, has spread to my lymph glands and liver. It's also in some other parts of my body, and he's afraid that it may have spread up into my head too. The MRI... Oh God... I don't want to die Jeff. I don't! I love you. I wasted all that time with Marie and caused our troubles, when I should have gone in to see the doctor way back then. It's my fault. I ignored some of the symptoms... it spread. I wanted to be there for Marie, since I thought she needed me. It's too late now. I only have a few months. I am so sorry Jeff."

"Brenda... I'm the one that's sorry. What can I do for you? What can we do?"

"Just hold me Jeff. Love me and hold me. That's all anyone can do for me now."

I did just that. Forgotten were those days of anger and pain. We had new anger and new pain in our lives now. The dreaded cancer. 

Other than the time when we were apart and Brenda had fallen, we had been a happy couple. I tried my best to keep a positive and happy attitude around her the whole time she wasted away. Once we thought that some of the treatment may have been helping her, but we later found out that was not the case. She lasted a few months longer than the doctor's original estimate, but she had her children and I with her when she passed.

So, you see why I have issues with Marie? Maybe I'm being unfair. Maybe I should forgive and forget. I just can't, because Marie led my wife into a net of pain and suffering, causing us to lose precious time together, even to the point of almost tearing us apart. Almost a whole year destroyed. A year that could have been spent with us loving each other, not struggling to overcome Brenda's one night mistake. Not to mention, maybe that cancer could have been caught... I don't know... I'll always wonder though.



My Wife's Sister



Author's Note: the following story is entirely fictional. 

*****

My wife told me that her sister was coming to visit us for a few days. She recently took a new job and would be heading cross-country for several months of training. My wife's family lived in the next state over, so we hadn't seen them very much. It had been about 2 years since we'd seen them last, not since her sister graduated high school. 

My wife and I are both in our early 30's and have an active sex life, but sometimes the stress of the day wore us out and we ended up falling asleep without enjoying each other. 

My sister flew in by plane and my wife picked her up from the airport. I had to work that day so I didn't see her until I got home. The first thing that I noticed was that her baby sister had definitely grown up since we'd seen her last. She was about 5'6', maybe 130 pounds. But, she sported a very healthy set of D cups and her ass and legs seemed more shapely than before. She had definitely kept herself in good shape. 

That first night was a lot of a catching up. We went out to eat and then came home and sat around on the couch and talked. We have a L -shaped couch. My wife sat in the corner and her sister sat on her left, and I sat on her right. We have an ottoman footrest and her sister had her feet propped up on it showing off her shapely legs. She was wearing a mid-length skirt. I kept watching between them, but my eyes always seemed to find their way back to her legs, they were just very sexy. 

At one point my wife's sister said something and I looked up half-startled. I had been staring at her legs again. When I looked up, she gave me a sly smile and a wink and kept talking like nothing had happened, but she knew! She had caught me looking and said nothing. 

On the pretense of getting more comfortable, she tucked her right leg under herself in a sort of half-cross-legged position. My wife could see nothing unusual from where she sat, but from where I sat, it opened up her legs and allowed me to see the pink of her panties up under her skirt. 

She teased me like this for the rest of the night. Eventually, my wife fell asleep on the couch as she usually does. Her sister and I talked for a few minutes more before she announced that she was going to shower and get ready for bed. She was in the main bathroom at the top of the stairs. From the bottom of the stairs I watched her ass as she disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. I could hear the shower going and I got hard picturing her naked just on the other side of that door. 

Eventually I heard the water turn off. I waited a couple of minutes and came upstairs on the pretense of turning down my sheets and getting ready for bed. As soon as I got to the top of the landing, my sister opened the door to the bathroom. She seemed surprised to see me, but smiled a devilish grin. She was wearing one towel around her head to dry her hair, and the other towel was wrapped around her body. The top of the towel was just above her nipples, showing some decent cleavage. The bottom of the towel came down just a couple of inches past her crotch. She was carrying her clothes in her arms and dropped her panties when she got to the door of the bedroom. She bent over to pick it up and I could see the bottoms of her ass and the folds of her pussy tucked away. She lingered for a moment, pretending to have trouble picking it up, before standing and smiling at me over her shoulder. She sashayed into the room and turned and closed the door. I've never seen a door closed seductively before, but she certainly managed. 

I went about preparing for bed, and woke my wife and lead her upstairs to bed. I snuggled in behind her, my hard cock poking her in the ass, but she would have none of it. After a few minutes, she was snoring. 

I don't know how long I laid there, unable to sleep when I decided that a shot of whiskey would help. As I was coming back upstairs from having my drink I noticed that the guest room door was cracked open. I stopped at the top of the landing and listened. I could hear faint moans coming from the room. Against my better judgement, and totally fueled by lust, I crept to the door and listened more closely. 

There were sounds of a couple having sex, and the unmistakable moan of my sister. She muttered "fuck, that's hot". I peeked around the corner and she was laying on the bed, naked, fingering herself while watching a porn video on her phone. It was too much form me. I couldn't take it anymore and fished out my cock and started stroking, watching her. 

I thought I was doing a pretty job of being quiet, but at one point I moaned without meaning to. I stopped and she moaned from behind the door, apparently oblivious. I kept tugging on my cock and while I was positioning myself to get a better view, my hand hit the door. I ducked back behind the door and froze, my heart pounding in my chest. The sounds from the room continued. 

After a few moments I regained my courage and peeked back around the door. I was face to face with my sister and law, who was standing there naked. She simply smiled and grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room, closing the door behind us. 

My hard cock was still hanging free and her eyes dropped down to meet it. "It seems like you like what you see." I confirmed that I did. She told me that if I wanted to watch, all I had to do was ask. "But, now that you're here, let me help you with that..." 

She dropped to her knees and took my cock deep into her throat. She sucked me and swallowed my cock in a way that could only be described as amazing. I warned her I was about to cum and she picked up the pace. I grabbed the back of her head and forced my cock down her throat as I erupted my balls down her throat. Like a good girl, she moaned, swallowed it all, and then licked her lips. 

She stood up and kissed me full on the lips while my hands explored her nubile body. I grabbed her ass and lifted her up and carried her to the bed. I tossed her onto her back and crawled between her delicious thighs and buried my face in her pussy. In short order she was moaning and writhing on the bed. I was worried she might wake the whole neighborhood, but I also didn't care. My sole thought at the moment was to give her pleasure. She grabbed my head and shuddered as she cried out "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" as she came all over my face. 

She smiled up at me and said thank you. Then she noticed my still-hard cock. She turned around and got on all fours and wiggled her ass at me. I didn't need a second invitation. I knelt behind her and rammed my cock into her pussy up to the hilt. I fucked her hard and deep with long, slow strokes. She was crying out with pleasure. I pushed her flat on her stomach and continued fucking her from behind. She screamed and moaned into the pillow. She turned her head and yelled at me to empty my balls into her twat, I happily obliged. 

I laid on her back for a few minutes as we both caught our breath, then I pulled out of her and laid beside her, my cock still half-hard. She rolled over and took my cock into her mouth again. Between licks and sucks she told me that she was cleaning me off. Then she let out an evil chuckle. I asked her what was so funny and she said that next time we should include her sister...



My Wife's Sister



My wife namitha is 5.1 tall and under a 100 pounds. She is a beautiful black-eyed sexy young woman. She has great legs, a tight round ass and a set of biggest tits imaginable on such a petite frame. They don't sag and look positively mouthwatering without a bra. I love namitha very much and respect her as a person, but I have to admit that what first caught my eye were these huge firm 38-D's on such a tiny girl. We've been married a little over five years and have had a great marriage until now.

namitha has an elder sister named savitha who looks completely different from namitha. savitha is tall and curvy probably 5'10" or 5'11" with big ass and 34-D's tits. Anyway, savitha is a very successful realtor living in Mumbai and we hadn't seen her since our wedding day. We exchanged cards, photos and the sisters often called each other until last month. I don't get to travel as often but luckily i was assigned a trip to Mumbai, I called namitha right away and suggested her to join me so she could visit her sister.

namitha wanted to surprise savitha so we didn't announce our arrival and instead we just drove to her house, walked up to the front door and rang the bell and there was no answer. namitha suggested we look around back in case savitha was in the pool or gardening. As we approached the high privacy fence around the pool area, we heard voices. Both namitha and I pushed our faces close to the fence and peeked between the redwood slats. I had never seen anything like it in my life! savitha was face down on several towels on her knees with her ass high in the air, while this tan young guy was ramming in and out of her cunt with the biggest cock I have ever seen on a man and it wasn't just long, it was thick too. And that's when all my troubles began.

Watching namitha's reaction to the sight before us, I could see that she was completely turned-on. A virgin when we married, she had often told me that my nine-inch cock was perfect and that even it stretched her tight cunt at times. I'm sure she had never even imagined a cock the size of the one plowing into her sister. I have seen more than a few x-rated videos and the cock I was watching was bigger than any I had ever seen even on the famous professional stars. I felt major male insecurities at that moment. I saw that this wasn't the right time to disturb savitha and her friend, so I pulled namitha away from the fence.

We returned to the rental car and waited about an hour. Later, when savitha opened the door to our knock and the two sisters had a happy tear-filled reunion and we met raj, the guy now living with savitha. At 30 years old, raj was 10 years younger to savitha and was five years younger to namitha and me. He was muscle- beefy the perfect Mumbai stud. Over dinner, we found out that raj had been savitha's pool maintenance boy before he moved in with her.

savitha insisted that namitha and I stay with her and raj, so after dinner we collected our things from the hotel and drove back to savitha's house. There was a note on our bed asking us to join them out at the pool. It was a beautiful night and the pool area was beautifully lit. savitha was on a chaise her cuvy body wrapped in two thin strips of blue bikini. raj was in long white swim trunks and the long thick outline of his soft cock was clearly visible not to be missed by namitha's blatant stare. We had had drinks before dinner and almost finished three bottles of wine with dinner and now raj was keeping our glasses filled with some sweet wine and we were not feeling any pain. namitha giggling the whole time told savitha what we had seen through the fence when we had arrived that afternoon.

savitha went on to tell us that the first time raj screwed her, it had been fast and furious in the dark and she hadn't seen how big his cock was until it was all over. She laughed loudly and said, "Mujhe yakeen hi nahin huva ki maine uska bada lund apne andar kaise liya aur uske baad to jaise mujhe uski aadat si hogayi hai!"( "I couldn't believe I had really taken in all that pink meat, but I had and I wanted it again!) Then she stood and said that we were all family and didn't need suits in her pool. She dropped the two pieces of her suit and jumped into the pool. raj stood close to our chairs and slowly dropped his shorts. namitha was all eyes as raj hesitated long enough to give her a good look at his merchandise and then he jumped into the pool. 

I could hear namitha's raspy breathing as she looked at me and asked, "rahul, kya mai bhi?" I didn't know what to say. Skinny-dipping was something sexy that we had never tried, but I was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the sexual tension obviously growing between raj and my wife. Just then namitha stood up,peeled her modest one-piece bathing suit off and dove into the water.

She was barely wet when raj swam right over to her and put his arms around her from behind and filled his hands with my wife's tits! namitha's hands disappeared below the water and I watched as raj's smile got even bigger.

"woh to uske bade choochiyon par marta hai," said savitha as she sat down on the chaise with me. "Aaj poora din woh uske bare me poochtha raha aur mujhe lagta hai ki namitha bhi uske lund par marti hai." I stared in disbelief as namitha turned to face raj and kissed him passionately.

"ye kya ho raha hai,aisa pehle kabhi nahin huva." I said.

"Relax rahul, iss me bahut mazaa aata hai.Tum dar kyun rahe ho? tumhare saamne hi to horaha hai,ise cheating nahin kehte aur tum Mumbai me ho to kya fark padta hai, bechari ko mazaa lene dona!" (what's a harmless little fling? Especially when you're watching? You're in mumbai now. Don't spoil little namitha's fun!" ). That didn't help matters as I watched namitha and raj climb out of the pool and lay on a towel. namitha had the head of raj's monstrous erect cock in her mouth sucking it with all her might as raj noisily slurped at my wife's cunt. 

Then I felt a hand on my lund. It was savitha and I was surprised to notice that my lund was as hard as a rock. She bent over and sucked me into her mouth as I continued to watch my wife's slutty performance. After a few more minutes of sixty-nining, raj got up and collected cushions off the lawn furniture which he threw on the deck and then rolled namitha onto her back on them. He then knelt right up against my wife's ass as he pulled and hoisted her buttocks up into the air, sliding the cushions around under her.I knew what was coming next and as much as I wanted to stop it, I couldn't. And it wasn't the so-so blow job that savitha was giving me that held me back. I didn't want to cause a scene and most of all I was afraid namitha wouldn't stop even if I asked her to. By now namitha's legs were wide-spread and raj was in position with his monster-lund poised at the entrance to my wife's obviously wet cunt. savitha looked up from my prick and said, "Uska lund 14 inch ka lamba aur 7 inch ka wide hai(He measures just over fourteen inches long and just over seven inches around. Magnificent, isn't it? Don't worry about little namitha he's good at what he does and I'm betting he can bury it to his balls!" I gasped for my wife watching raj slowly work his giant lund into her stretched-open choot(pussy).

namitha was moaning and grunting pounding on raj's back with her tiny hands. Steadily raj kept up his invasion of her tiny cunt.I was waiting for namitha to yell "stop!" or scream in pain, but she didn't. Sooner than I thought possible, it looked like raj had his entire length buried in my wife. She had taken it all! They laid still together for a few minutes, then after a few more moments of slow thrusting, raj began to pound that big dick in and out of my wife's cunt with all of his energy. He lifted his hips away until he was almost out and then slammed back down into her. I could hear her wet cunt slurping loudly as it succumbed to raj's onslaught. Then his tempo and power increased even more and namitha went completely wild. She was delirious with lust and passion scraping his back with her nails and pulling his ass deeper between her legs. She was fucking him like some animal locked in mortal combat. And then they started to come, It wasn't slow or gentle. It was an explosion! namitha came with a scream and almost-pained moans and gasps. Again and again she clenched her arms and legs around raj. Finally with a deep grunt raj tightened his asscheeks and curled his toes as he shot his cum into my wife's cunt. I filled savitha's mouth with my cum as I watched raj fill my wife's pussy with his. They laid together a few moments catching their breathe and then raj began sliding his cock out of namitha's cunt. 

"No!" she whimpered. He removed his dick and namitha's cunt lips slowly closed. I watched a huge wad of raj's slimy cum flow out of her pussy and run down between her ass cheeks to the cushions below her.

savitha stood over my wife and laughed, "Woh bahut acha hai chudai me,hai na?(He's something, isn't hel ittle sister?)" "I... I never... ohh..." namitha gasped in a soft voice.

"Use 5 mins do aur woh tumhe jannat dikhayega (Well, give him five minutes and a soft bed, and you will think you've died and gone to heaven). How about us girls switch bedrooms for the night? rahul? Is that alright with you?".

I wanted to yell "No! Of course it's not alright!" but I didn't. Something in namitha's eyes the way they were almost pleading with me stopped me from saying what I wanted to say. Instead i nodded a small nod, "Hey! It's mumbai, right?".

"That's right, rahul." said savitha, "I don't have to ask raj if he wants to switch. The way he's looking at your big tits little namitha, I know you're in for a long night!" And she was. 

savitha and me shared her bedroom right beside raj and my wife's room. I was pretty nervous thinking of what is happening to our happy life, but savitha did something most erotic in which I was lost for almost an hour. She started giving me another mind-blowing blowjob in an urgency to make me cumm and she was successful in making me cumm allover her bigtits and face.My cum was dripping from her face which she was eagerly catching and tasting it like an ice-cream dripping from a cone, then she was all on her fours giving me a fantastic view of her big ass which I was dying to explore and then I started licking all over ass-cheeks with pure lust making love bites and licking her dirty little hole probing with my tongue as deep as I could and tasting her good, savitha was grunting and moaning quiet loudly. I'm sure my wife would have heard that. 

savitha was going wild screaming "haay mere pyaare jiju karo aur zyada karo, pee lo mere rass aur chatlo meri choot,mai marjaaon.."(Yes my dear brother, do it more, make me cumm and taste my sweet nectar, oh god!!i'm gonna die").

With all things going on in my mind about my wife and her new found lover,I was going wild and started fucking savitha with mighty blows to her pussy as she started screaming "chodo mujhe jiju aur zorse chodo,phad do meri choot ko jaise ki raj kar raha hai tumhari biwi ko, aaj raat mai tumhari randi hoon jo bhi karna hai karo"(fuck me bro..fuck me hard and nice,fuck me like a whore I'm and tear my pussy apart as raj is doing your wife, I'm ur whore tonight..use me as u want..").

And then suddenly savitha pulled my lund out of her pussy and started giving a passionate sucking to it like it was meant for her mouth. Gently, she wrapped one hand around my shaft and stroked me as her lips glided effortlessly up and down my wet skin. 

"Kya tumhe apne angoor chuswane me mazaa aata hai?" ("Do you like having your balls licked?")she asked, after popping my cock from her mouth once again. 

"Yes." 

"Tell me." 

"Lick my balls." 

"Call me names." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Mujhe randi kaho na"("Call me a slut.") 

At that moment, I was wondering why I hadn't been with an older woman before. This was amazing! 

"Mere dono angoor choosna Sali randi"("Lick my balls you dirty slut!" ) I said.

Her hand continued to stroke me as her nimble little tongue danced around my balls bathing them in her sweet saliva. 

"You...have...such...a....beautiful....cock," she said between licks. 

"Suck it then." I was beginning to get a little more adventurous. "That was amazing." I exclaimed as savitha let my dick fall from her mouth and licked her lips.

savitha reached back and and offered me her big beautiful ass. I took her tiny finger into my mouth and sucked, tasting her pussy once again. Then, I watched in pure lust as savitha pulled her finger from my mouth and slipped it into her own asshole. I even pulled her hand away, and sucked her finger,getting it nice and wet before prompting savitha to return it to her sweet butt hole.

"savitha tumhari gaand maarne me mazaa aayega aaj" (fucking your ass is gonna be fun tonight) I said looking at her plump ass with nice little butt hole glistening with my saliva.

"You're a dirty boy", she said bending up. "I like that. savitha crawled onto the bed, spreading her ass cheeks and said"...fuck me in my teeny-tiny asshole." I was in heaven on hearing that.

I spit into my hand and began lubricating my cock. savitha did her own job of lubricating, by sliding her finger into her wet pussy and then rubbing her juices around and inside her asshole.

I put my dick against her tight little knot and pushed. To my surprise, savitha's ass opened quite freely and the head of my cock popped inside. 

"Ohhhhh, Yessss," she hissed. "bahut mazaa aaraha hai jiju" ("It feels soooo good bro.") 

savitha buried her face in her pillow as she pushed her hips backward, forcing her asshole to swallow the entire length of my cock. 

"I'm such a whore!, I'm such a whore!, I'm such a whore!, I'm such a whore!," she hissed rapidly as my meat invaded her smooth tight tunnel. 

"I'm such a fucking whore!!!!" she suddenly screamed, as she butted her ass back against my thighs causing my balls to slap her pussy lips. 

I grabbed savitha's hips and held them firmly as I fucked her ass a little harder. She was beginning to buck so wildly, I didn't think I could hold her steady. I admired the sight before me. Her plump ass framing my cock as it plunged in and out of her butt hole, her thin waist dipping low and her head buried in her bed, her hair a tangled sweaty mess.

"zor se behen chod zorse" ("Harder you sister fucker!") she yelled. "Mujhe ek randi ki tarah chodo, daldo tumhara poora lund meri gaand ke andar"("Treat me like dirty fucking whore!Shove your big cock in my fucking shit hole!!!")

I was a little taken with the crudeness of savitha's vulgar pillow talk, but I had to admit it turned me on even more. As I planted my cock deep in her bowels, I reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head up. 

"Mazaa aara hai na randi?"("You like that slut?")I asked. "You like it hard in the ass?" 

"Yessssss! Fuck me! Make me cum!" ("Haan haan chodo mujhe..maro meri gaand aur jhadne do mujhe") was all she could say.

I brought a hand down on her ass hard, sending a resounding "slap" throughout the house. 

"Oh Fuck yes!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs!" I'm sure that my wife heard us because I heard giggles very loud.

"Slap!" 

"Fuccccckkkkkkkkk, I'm coming!!!!!!" 

savitha bit into her pillow and clawed at the sheets as her orgasm racked her curvy body. I continued fucking her relentlessly pounding my dick into her ass as she came. 

"I'm going to cum," I muttered, giving her a final slap on the ass. 

"Cum in my asshole baby!! I want to feel it!" she said. 

That did it. With all the fun from past one hour and with one final thrust, I spewed a massive load of hot cum into savitha's dirt box as she lay writhing beneath me. I could feel the muscles of her anus convulsing and squeezing my cock as if milking the cum from my balls. Once I was drained, I pulled free and slumped down on the bed. savitha just lay there, her ass propped up in the air, moaning softly.

savitha fell asleep soon after I finished fucking her curvy body, but I laid awake in the bed listening to raj and my wife having the time of their lives. They moaned, groaned, grunted and screamed in pleasure, time after time. 

The only actual words I heard all night was namitha pleading with raj, "Oh, no, not my ass! Please, not there! Ow! Ow! Oh! Oh! Oh yes! Shove it all the way in you bastard!" It was disgusting, but it was only just beginning. On Monday, I had to begin my sales calls for the week and savitha had to open her office and that left raj and namitha home alone to frolic at the pool all day every day. And frolic they did. I would come home to find them fucking or sucking or sleeping by the pool, namitha's nude body covered with love bite marks and dried cum. On Tuesday, I bent to kiss namitha.

She woke up and smiled at me and said, "Today, raj fisted me! We're going to have to try that when we get home!". "Sure," I said, wondering if raj was stretching my wife's cunt beyond recovery. Saturday finally arrived and namitha put clothes on for the first time all week. 

As I put our luggage in the trunk and thanked savitha, namitha was in the foyer, her skirt up at her waist and leaning on the stairs taking raj's monster up her cunt one more time for a good-bye fuck.

Watching them made me and savitha horny and she dropped to her knees sucking my cock one last time and then they were moans and grunts everywhere while we had a foursome right on the stairs switching partners and having a blast. When we finished cummming all over the faces of our partners, suddenly I got an urge to pee and i excused myself to go bathroom and started walking towards it, but savitha dragged me behind and said "Mere upar karo na jiju,main tumhe chakna chahti hoon" ("Pee on me bro, I wanna taste you"), that left everyone stunned and shocked.

I was more than happy to oblige her request and did what she wanted all over tiny little top and skirt drenching her with my pee and letting her taste my waste. She look like a pee goddess at that moment and I could see a ping of jealousy in my wife's eyes but she was happy for me too..

namitha slept all the way home on the plane. Finally home and in bed together, namitha kissed me deeply and said "Thank you for this week rahul. I'm very happy,You could have said `no, but you didn't."

"Would it have stopped you, namitha?" 

"I don't know. I'm just grateful you didn't say it." "He was good." It was a statement. "rahul, I don't know how to tell you this without hurting you, but this last week was one of the best sex of my life". 

Thirty minutes later we rolled apart. I knew namitha had several orgasms, but I also knew something else. "It wasn't the same, was it, namitha?"

" I love you, rahul!" she said. The next morning, I awoke with an idea. "I guess we can invite your sister and raj in for a visit, namitha." 

"Sure, savitha said she will be more than happy to visit us with raj who has been very eager to fuck my wife again and myself eager to fuck savitha my nasty whore and do some nasty watersports. 

To Be Continued...