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His Wife's Sister Ch. 02

By: MFLuder



Mark Levine lay naked on his back. His wife, Loren, straddled his waist as she slipped his erect penis into her warm pussy. This is the first time they have had sex since she returned from a business trip last Saturday...the day that Mark had a sexual encounter with her little sister, Amy. In the past week, Mark had kept busy at his job at a car dealership, staying late even when he didn't have to. His only day off since the previous Saturday was on Wednesday, and he spent the day preparing for an anniversary party they were throwing for Loren's parents that upcoming Sunday. He didn't see much of his wife that week as he purposely avoided her. She was kept busy herself with her work and getting everything ready for the surprise party they were throwing in two days. She complained about not seeing Mark much that week, but was also used to his work keeping him busy. She noted that he seemed busier than usual, and wanted to surprise him with a romantic evening that Friday night.

"Oh, you feel so good honey," Loren purred as she ground her hips into her husband's. Loren knew that Mark had off that weekend, but they would be too busy preparing for the party on Saturday and hosting it Sunday to spend any intimate time together. "Oh yes baby," she lustfully moaned as she began bouncing on his hard dick.

Mark stared up at his wife as she impaled her pussy onto his engorged cock. At 28, she didn't look much different than the day he married her, almost 4 years ago. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and over her 36-C breasts. Her nipples rose to her touch as she grabbed and rolled them between her fingers. Her flat stomach perfectly showed off the tattoo a few inches below her bellybutton: two sparrows flying towards one another, each with a leaf in it's mouth. She said it symbolized Mark and herself flying towards each other, each bringing a piece of what would become their home together. He watched her fat pussy swallowing his cock again and again as she bounced up and down. It was a gorgeous sight.

And yet, Mark couldn't stop himself from thinking about her sister, comparing their bodies. They were similar in a lot of ways; same hair color, same pretty face, similar breast sizes. But Mark couldn't help thinking that Amy's body was firmer than his wife's, probably a result of playing sports at the college she just graduated from and the fact that she was 6 years younger. His thoughts filled with the memory of her naked body as she stood in front of him. Her well-toned physique, those perky breasts, and that gorgeous pussy were burned into his mind. And those eyes. Her enchanting deep green eyes. His wife had blue eyes, also deep and beautiful, but Amy's luscious green eyes seemed to be burned into his very soul. He couldn't keep himself from thinking about them, and the rest of her, throughout the week. Her hot mouth sucking him dry as she knelt on the floor in front of him...the saliva and cum that flowed down her body, dripping off her tits. He thought about the stream of cum that dripped from her pussy as he ate her out, causing a wet spot on the couch beneath her. His mind swirled with thoughts of her smell, her body, and her touch. It consumed him.

As his wife fucked him harder and faster, her moans reminded him of the way Amy moaned when she came in his mouth. As he watched his dick glide in and out of his wife, slick with her juices, all he could think about was Amy's tight, young, wet pussy. He imagined his cock sliding in and out of it, the look of ecstasy in those green eyes as he banged her with all his might, her screams of pleasure as he brought her to orgasm.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Mark yelled as his cock exploded deep inside of his wife's pussy.

"Oh yeah baby," Loren moaned as she slipped off of him and laid her head on his chest. "I love you honey."

"I love you too," Mark quietly responded. She had no idea that his strong orgasm was caused by the thought of fucking her sister.

The next day, as Mark sat at the kitchen table across from his wife, he was racked with conflicting feelings. He felt guilty about cheating on his wife, no doubt, especially with her own sister. He loved Loren and he would never intentionally hurt her. The encounter with her sister was anything but intentional, yet the bigger problem was not just that it had happened, but the thoughts that had been filling his mind since it happened. The husband in him was filled with doubt and guilt. The man in him was filled with lust for that hot 22-year old body that had lain before him so willingly a week ago.

"So Amy said she stopped by last week," Loren said between bites of her bagel.

"Um what? No! I didn't see her," Mark blurted out, then silently chided himself for the aggressively defensive response.

"Yeah she said she just dropped off those punch bowels, let herself in with her key. She said you must've been upstairs when she came by," Loren remarked casually. She appeared unconcerned with his quick denial.

"Oh yeah...I must've been," Mark replied quietly, relieved that his lie reflected Amy's. How was he ever going to keep this up? He hadn't seen Amy since that day. He knew she would be at the party tomorrow, and he had no idea how he would respond to seeing her again...or how she would respond to him.

"She's coming by in a bit to help set up for the party. She says Mom and Dad have no clue about it. They think we're all going out to a quiet lunch!"

Mark's mind suddenly spun out of control. Amy, there, soon!? He would be alone with just her and his wife. He didn't think he could do it. Being in a large group with them would be hard enough, but being with just the two of them would be agony.

"Oh, um, didn't I tell you I have to work today?" Mark said apprehensively.

"What? No! Honey, we need to get ready for the party today! We need you to help! I thought you had the weekend off!" Loren exclaimed excitedly.

"Yeah, I know, but Bob told me yesterday that I'd have to come in today. Tom is sick or something. I thought I told you last night," Mark lied.

"Okay honey," Loren sighed resignedly, "if you have to go, you have to go. I guess Amy and I can manage without you."

"I'm sorry honey," Mark said as he rose from his seat and kissed her on the head. "I'm gonna go take a shower."

"It's ok sweetie, I understand. Just remind me to kick Bob's ass the next time I see him!" she yelled as Mark walked up the stairs. It was going to be a long day, he thought to himself.

Mark showered and dressed, wondering what he was going to tell his boss, Bob, as to why he was coming in on his day off. He went down the stairs and grabbed his briefcase.

"Ok honey, I'm off," he yelled as he put his hand on the door.

"Oh bye baby, have a good day," Loren said as she quickly came around the corner and gave him a kiss. Amy was with her. She must've arrived when Mark was in the shower.

"Oh...hi Amy," he said with a sheepish smile. Her hair was up in a tight pony-tail and she was wearing a snug t-shirt and a pair of tight jean-shorts that showed off much more of her tanned legs than Mark wanted to see at the moment. He quickly looked at the ground.

"Hi Mark," Amy answered in a tone that conveyed nothing but normalcy. Apparently she was going to be better at hiding the truth than Mark was. He quickly turned around and walked out the door. 

Mark's boss was surprised to see him, but chalked it up to his employee's work ethic. Mark spent most of the day finishing up what little paperwork he had left. After he left work, he went to a movie theater. He sat in the back row, filled with guilt. He was now hiding from his wife. After leaving the theater around 10, he called Loren to say he was on his way home. He asked her if she wanted him to get anything, and then he casually asked if Amy was still there. When told she wasn't, Mark headed home. His wife was lounging on the couch when he got home, tired from preparing for the party all day.

"Hey baby," she said as Mark walked in, "another long day huh?"

"Oh yeah...you know busy time of year and all," Mark lied. "Everything ready for the party?"

"Yeah babe, everything's set up and ready to go. We're gonna have to get the cake tomorrow morning but other than that we're ready." Loren yawned. Mark grabbed some left over pizza and sat at the counter. Loren soon went up to bed, and Mark followed shortly after. He had no idea how tomorrow would be. Him, Loren, Amy, their parents, and thirty or so friends would all be together for most of the day. It was going to be interesting to say the least.

The next day, Mark and Loren got the cake and last minute things for the party, then began receiving guests into their home. At around noon, Amy brought Loren's parents, who were shocked to see that they had been led into a surprise party. Mark spent most of his time in the yard, manning the grill, and as far away from Amy as he could. He barely saw her for most of the day, until it was time for her parents to open the presents everyone had brought. Everyone gathered in the living room as Loren and Amy handed the presents to their parents. As the presents were opened and fawned over like they are at most parties, Mark tried not to look at Amy, but couldn't help it. She was wearing a yellow sundress with white flowered print, the thin straps clinging tightly to her tanned shoulders. Her hair was styled in a fashionable bun, with golden curls hanging down the sides of her face. She wore just the right amount of make-up, a light blush and a slick pink lipstick. She looked heavenly. Her dress ended just above her knees and she finished the ensemble with a pair of white high heels that accentuated her shapely legs. Mark's eyes drank her in, lingering on the slight cleavage popping out the top of her dress. As she smiled and laughed while engaging with her parents, sister, and guests, Mark found himself staring at her. Suddenly she looked in his direction and their eyes met. Mark's heart stopped. She realized he was staring at her and he thought he noticed her blush slightly. Then she smiled at him, a warm inviting smile shared between two people with secret knowledge. Mark felt his cock twitch in his pants, and as Amy went back to her conversation, he went back to his grill determined to keep his eyes off of her for the rest of the day.

Later that evening, as a smaller group of guests remained talking and laughing in the living room, Mark washed some dishes in the kitchen. He was suddenly aware of a presence behind him and he turned to see Amy.

"Oh, hi Amy," Mark stuttered.

"Hey Mark. I just wanted to get a chance to tell you that I'm ok with everything that happened last week," she said. As she spoke, she put her hand on his shoulder and gave it a little rub.

"Oh...um, ok," Mark stumbled through the words. He really couldn't think of anything else to say. He felt his dick begin to grow in his pants.

"I just don't want things to be awkward with us, ok?" she asked as she gave his shoulder a squeeze.

"Um, ok Amy," Mark managed to get out. He didn't know what to say. He knew what he wanted to say. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to tell her that he couldn't stop thinking about her. He wanted to grab her, pull up her dress, rip off her underwear, and fuck her silly right there in the kitchen. He shook the thought from his mind. Amy smiled that warm, inviting smile at him again and bent forward to kiss him lightly on the cheek.

"Thank you," she said, smiled again, and walked out of the kitchen. Mark was completely befuddled. Thank you? What did that mean? He tried to go back to washing the dishes, but his mind was on anything but what he was doing. What did that mean to their future, and the future of his marriage? Mark's mind spun.

A few hours later, as the last remaining guests were leaving, Loren and Amy's parents thanked them all again, then left as well. Amy stayed to help clean up. As Mark cleaned the grill and backyard, Loren and Amy worked on cleaning the living room and kitchen. Mark could hear them laughing as they talked but couldn't make out exactly what they were saying. As he went back into the house he noticed they had opened the last bottle of wine and each had a filled glass in hand.

An hour or so later the house was relatively clean, and the three of them discussed the party and how well it went. As the last drop of wine was finished, Amy said that it was probably time for her to go.

"Oh honey, can you drive Amy home please?" Loren asked Mark as she rose from the table a little wobbly. "I think I've had too much wine today," she laughed as she held on to Mark's shoulder for support. Mark's mind spun once again. Alone, with Amy. She only lived ten minutes away by car, but Mark was unsure about being alone with her for any amount of time.

"Um, ok hon," Mark mumbled. Amy smiled at him as he got up from the table.

"Thanks babe," Loren said as she put her arms around his neck and kissed him, allowing her tongue to swirl in his mouth. "I'm beat. I'm gonna probably be asleep by the time you get back!" Loren laughed as she gave her little sister a hug and walked upstairs.

Mark led Amy to his car and they both got in. As Mark started the drive, he tried to make small talk to cut through the sudden awkwardness.

"So, your parents really seemed surprised."

"Yeah totally," Amy giggled, "they had no idea."

Mark looked over at her as she spoke, slightly glancing at the bare skin of her crossed legs. He quickly looked away. They spent most of the rest of the ride in silence, as neither could think of anything to say. As they neared her parent's house where she lived, Amy suddenly reached over and grabbed Mark's arm. He became rigid immediately, his heart in his throat.

"I'm sorry," she said. He looked over at her. She had tears in her eyes.

"What do you mean?" Mark asked.

"I didn't mean for what happened last week to happen. I mean, I didn't intend it. When I saw you there naked, stroking your...I just...I just got so turned on. I'm sorry. I just...I haven't been with anyone for a while...and...you looked so hot, I just..." Her voice trailed off as she began to sob.

Mark pulled the car over a couple blocks from Amy's house.

"Hey, hey, don't cry," he said as he reached over to put his arm around her shoulders. She collapsed into him, her head on his chest as she cried.

"I just know you love my sister and I don't wanna hurt that and I didn't mean to...." Her voice trailed off again.

"Hey, Amy," Mark said as he lifted her tear streaked face to look into her eyes, "I had just as much a part in it as you did. It's not your fault. Trust me, I wanted it just as much as you did." She looked up at him sharply.

"You did?" she asked tentatively. 

"Um...well, yeah," Mark said quietly, "You're a beautiful woman." Amy's eyes lit up and she smiled at Mark.

"Thanks Mark. You're really a great guy." She pulled her arms around his neck and buried her head into his shoulder. The smell of her hair filled Mark's nostrils and he breathed deeply. After a few seconds, Amy faced him again. She stared deep into his eyes and a smile spread across her lips. Slowly she bent forward and kissed him. She softly pressed her lips against his. It was somewhere between a sisterly kiss and a celebratory kiss. Mark didn't know what to think. She let her lips linger for a few seconds, then pulled her head back and looked at him, a strange look washing over her face as she tried to read his. Then, she slowly bent forward and kissed him again. This time it was a long, slow, deep kiss. Mark's mind spun. He could taste the wine on her tongue as it penetrated his lips. He knew he should stop her, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He found himself kissing her back, running his hand through her hair as he pulled her into him.

Their tongues met like old lovers dancing after years apart. She scooted closer to him and clasped her arms around his neck. Mark was intoxicated by the smell of her perfume as she leaned into him. Her tongue traced circles on his neck as his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her even closer. The center console became an obstacle, and Amy hurdled it, jumping into Mark's lap. Her hands unbuttoned his shirt as he kissed her neck. He dropped a hand to the side of the seat, pushing it back away from the steering wheel to give them more room. As he did, Amy's hands dropped to his belt and unhooked it. She unzipped his pants and slipped her hand into his underwear, grabbing his semi-hard cock in her hand. She stroked him to full hardness, then pulled his pants and underwear down around his ankles as he scooched his butt to let her do it. She hiked her dress up and straddled his lap. Mark continued to kiss her neck, slowly moving down until he reached the top of her dress with his mouth. 

She sat back, looking into Mark's eyes as she pulled the straps off her shoulders. She let the dress fall around her waist as she reached behind to unhooked her bra strap. Suddenly, those beautiful perky breasts were once again in Mark's face. He took one, and then the other, into his mouth, flicking her nipples with his tongue. A small moan elicited from her mouth as he did. Soon their mouths met again, their tongues swirled and danced as they kissed passionately. For the second time in a little over a week, Mark was passionately kissing his half naked sister. His mind was a web of confusion again as thoughts and questions flew through his brain faster than he could focus on them. But unlike their first encounter, a new element was present this time. For most of the week, Mark had been imagining this moment. He had fantasized about having sex with his wife's sister. He had thought about it more times than he could count. The last time was a purely physical response; he had been excited from watching the porno and Amy's young flesh spurred him on. There was no thought, nothing but a physical need for satisfaction. This time, he wanted it. He wanted to be right here, with Amy straddling his naked lap. He wanted to rip her underwear off and push his hard cock into her young pussy. He knew he shouldn't; he knew he should stop this and forget anything had ever happened. But he knew that he wanted it. He thought that she wanted it too. Her description of why she did what she did last week, he knew he turned her on. It was exciting for him to hear about how she desired him once she saw him naked; how it led her to her actions last week. He wondered if she had fantasized about him like he had about her all week. He assumed she had, or she wouldn't be doing this now. It wasn't just a reaction this time.

"Oh Mark, I've been thinking about this for so long," she purred, as if reading his mind. "I know I shouldn't...but I want to be with you." Her words seemed to go straight from Mark's ears to his cock. Knowing she wanted it turned him on all the more. This wasn't one person taking advantage of the other in a compromising situation, like it may have been last time. This was two people coming together in a shared thought, two people realizing that no one was at fault, no one was to be blamed. Both wanted it, and both knew it.

Amy rocked her hips back and forth as she sat on his lap, grinding her pussy against Mark's hard cock. He could feel the wetness through her underwear as she rubbed her pussy up and down the underside of his cock, teasing him. Her underwear wedged in her pussy as she ground it against his cock again and again. 

"Oh Amy," Mark whispered in her ear, "it feels so good." Amy smiled at him before kissing him again. Mark became aware of just how close he was to having sex with Amy. Her slick pussy was rubbing his cock. He only had to pull her underwear aside and slip up into her. He suddenly became very uneasy with the idea. He wanted to fuck her. He desperately wanted to feel his cock inside her young pussy, but he also knew it was a much bigger deal than just getting a blowjob from her. He was suddenly unsure about the whole thing. He looked out the window of the car. They were parked next to the closed post office. Residences were just twenty yards away. Unsure of whether he wanted to go all the way with this, he realized he definitely didn't want to do it here, like this.


His Wife's Sister Ch. 02



"Amy," he said, pulling her face away from his. He looked into her eyes, straining for words. Not long ago he was hoping she would understand that he wanted her, now he was hoping she understood that he wasn't so sure. Her eyes searched his. He looked around the car, motioning that this wasn't exactly the right spot, or time for this. She stopped her grinding on his dick. 

They sat there like that for a minute, quietly searching each others face. While she didn't speak, Mark felt that she understood his thoughts. He was grateful for that. Amy slowly licked her lips, composing herself. Then she slid off of him into the passenger's seat. She sat there looking at him, her dress still scrunched around her waist, her hand still on his shoulder. Mark felt agonized. On one hand, his hot 22-year old sister was half naked next to him. On the other, his wife's sister sat next to him. His wife's. Could he really cheat on his wife? And with her own sister? He knew he wanted to. But he knew that in some way he also didn't want to. Amy seemed to understand his reluctance. He wondered if she was thinking the same thing.

Then, suddenly, she bent forward. She took his still hard cock in her hand, quickly followed by her warm mouth. Mark moaned in pleasure as Amy bobbed on his cock again. She teased the head with her tongue as she removed it from her mouth before diving over it once again. She stroked the base of his cock as she sucked, increasing the speed after a short time. It wasn't like the last time she had sucked his dick. Then she had taken her time and prolonged his pleasure. This time it was more about getting him off than it was about the experience. Still, she was great at it and Mark thought it was one of the best blowjobs he had ever gotten.

Her head bobbed faster and faster as she grasped the base of his cock. She started to massage his balls with her hand as he neared climax. She used her tongue along the underside of his dick, making him shiver. He started moving his hips, bucking upwards in time with her strokes. As he felt the cum well up in his cock, he warned her that he was about to cum. She just kept bobbing and slurping on his engorged cock. Mark's hands clasped the bun on the back of her head, guiding it as it moved up and down in his lap.

"Oh yeah, yeah!" Mark moaned as the cum exploded from his cock into Amy's hot mouth. Using her tongue, she lapped up any cum that escaped from her mouth before swallowing his entire load. She licked her lips to make sure she got it all before licking Mark's cock clean. He smiled in amazement. He'd known a few girls that swallowed, but none were so proficient at it as Amy just was. 

"You're amazing," he told her as she sat back up.

"Thank you," she coquettishly replied. Mark reached over and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her mouth towards his. He tasted the salty residue of his cum as he kissed her. Slowly he pulled back.

"What are we gonna do, Amy?" Mark asked as she put her bra back on and pulled her dress back into place.

"Just take me home," she replied. Mark knew that wasn't an answer to the question he asked. He knew that it wasn't an affirmation or denial of anything. As Mark pulled into her parent's driveway, he looked over at his beautiful sister. She leaned into him, kissing him soft and slow. It wasn't a passionate, lustful kiss like they had shared before. It was a romantic kiss between two lovers.

Amy got out of the car and walked into her house. Mark stared at the front door for a long time before he pulled out and drove home. He had no idea what the future held for him, Amy, and his wife. He knew he shouldn't have done what he did, but he also knew it was a thing of the past. Amy shared his enjoyment of it, and they both soothed each other's guilt. It was an exciting, passionate moment, but Mark knew it was something that would best be forgotten. He wanted to fuck his wife's sister. But he knew that was probably as close to it as he would ever get. At least, it probably was. 



His Wife's Sister Ch. 03



Mark Levine sat at his desk looking out the big glass windows of the car dealership where he worked. He watched Tony Berti showing a young couple a new SUV, animatedly waving his hands as he spoke. This was Tony's first week working at the dealership, and so Mark was asked by his boss to take him out to lunch to make him feel a little more welcome. Mark didn't really think Tony could feel more comfortable than he already appeared to be. Tony was a brash 25-year old; the kind of guy who thought he was the best at everything, or at least acted like he did. He had a habit of talking too loudly in a way that seemed to accentuate his need for all the attention to be on him all the time. Mark was more of the opinion that quiet confidence outweighed loud confidence, or lack thereof. Either way, he had no problems with taking Tony out to eat. The key to being a good car salesman was being able to handle any type of personality, and Mark had gotten plenty of practice at it over the years.

Tony led the couple past Mark's desk and overheard him tell them he'd get the paperwork. As he approached Mark's desk, Tony pointed at him and flashed him a toothy grin.

"Hey boss," he said loudly enough for the couple at his desk to hear him, "let me just finish up with the Bradleys and then we'll head out, alright?" It was a statement in the form of a question that didn't need to be asked.

"You got it," Mark responded with a wry smile of his own. Tony called everyone at the dealership "boss." Mark wondered if Tony used it because he hadn't yet learned everyone's name or if he just used it all the time regardless. Mark sat back in his chair as Tony finished the paperwork for the Bradleys and led them back out to their new SUV. He grabbed his jacket as Tony came back in.

"Alright boss, where we headed?" Tony asked as Mark led him out to his car. 

"Oh a little place in town, McGinty's. You can get whatever you want, but I recommend you at least get the steak fries. They've got the best fries in town," Mark told him as they got into his car.

They arrived at McGinty's Bar and Grill and followed the hostess to a booth along the back wall. The little restaurant was just beginning to fill up for the lunch rush. As they looked over their menus, Mark questioned Tony about his past. Tony told Mark about his college years and his previous work experience. He had played baseball for his college and was supposed to be pretty good before he broke his ankle in his junior year. The complications caused him to miss his entire senior season and so he missed out on any chances of being seen by the pro scouts. Mark mildly wondered if the story was exaggerated. They made some small talk about the state of pro baseball before moving the topic to Tony's previous job.

"Yeah, I worked for one of those call centers for awhile," Tony explained, "selling life insurance. It sucked, but it was a paycheck ya know? I was pretty good at it anyway."

"And now you've moved on to cars?" Mark asked.

"You know it, boss. Figured if I can sell insurance over the phone to old ladies I can sell cars in person to young ones. At least I can show people the car, right?" Tony answered, looking over Mark's shoulder. "Whoa, look at that piece!" 

Mark looked over his shoulder to see his sister, Amy, bringing some meals to another table. "That's my sister-in-law," Mark told Tony.

"No shit! Is she single?" Tony asked, eyeing Amy the whole time. She wore a simple white button down shirt and a tight black skirt that ended a few inches abover her knees. She had her golden hair tied back in a messy ponytail. Mark thought she looked tired.

"Yeah, she is," Mark answered quietly. It had been over a month since his last sexual encounter with Amy. He had come close to having sex with her that night, as he drove her home after a party at his house. His hesitation, and the desire to not do it in his car like some teenager, cost him that chance. She did give him a blowjob for the second time in a week that night, but Mark wondered what it would've been like if he had had sex with her. It might have changed his whole life. After that night, their relationship went back to much the way it was before. They didn't speak about those actions since, and the certain knowing looks were the only thing they shared since then. Mark still thought about her, especially when he was having sex with his wife, Loren. The similarity of their bodies always brought Amy's back into his mind, no matter how much he tried to forget it.

Tony broke his reverie. "Shit man, you gotta hook me up!" he said as Amy approached them.

"Hey Mark," she said as she smiled at him warmly.

"Hi Amy," Mark answered as he smiled back. "Uh, this is Tony Berti. He just started working at the dealership."

"Hi Tony, nice to meet you," Amy said as she held out her hand. "How do you like the dealership?"

"Oh the pleasure is all mine," Tony answered softly as he shook her hand. Mark hadn't heard him talk so quietly in the two days he'd been at the dealership. His abrasive demeanor seemed to disappear as he spoke to Amy. Amy giggled as Tony told her about his first two days at his new job, relating some funny tale about how he has yet to discover where the coffee machine is and asking about her recommendation for the meal. Amy took their orders and soon brought out their meals. 

Each time she came to the table, Tony flirted with her. As Amy flirted back, Mark felt a jealousy growing inside of him that he'd never been aware of before. Each time she left, Tony would ask Mark about her. Mark tried to answer each question, but felt reluctant doing so. He never realized how strongly he felt for Amy until another guy was vying for her affections. He tried to shake the feeling, knowing that it was something he could never act on. He was married, to Amy's sister. He loved his wife. His feelings for Amy were totally different. Weren't they? 

As Mark returned from the restroom after their meal, he saw Amy hand Tony something before she walked away. Tony's eyes followed her round ass as she did. Mark swallowed hard. 

"Ready to go?" he asked as Tony rose from his seat.

"You know it boss," Tony replied. The two walked out of the restaurant and got back into Mark's car. 

Mark resisted the urge to bring it up for as long as he could, but soon couldn't wait anymore. "So, you like Amy huh?"

"You know it, boss," Tony said as he laughed. "She is hot."

"Maybe I can hook you guys up," Mark said, secretly searching for what he already thought he knew.

"No need boss," Tony answered smugly. "I got her number already."

"Oh," Mark said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. "When did that happen?" He already knew it was what he saw her hand him.

"When you were in the bathroom. She said she has off tomorrow. We'll probably go out."

"Oh, well, let me know how it goes," Mark said, feeling the jealousy build in his stomach again.

"You got it boss," Tony said with a smile on his face that Mark suddenly wanted to wipe off with his fist.

The next week and a half took an emotional toll on Mark like he'd never experienced before. He hadn't seen Amy in that time, but he heard about her from Tony almost every day. Tony had taken her on three dates in that period, and each one left Mark feeling more and more anxious. For the past month and a half, he had been busy trying to forget about his sexual tryst with his wife's little sister. It was hard for him at first, as it seemed his every waking thought was consumed with her. Her smell, her touch, the way she had looked at him that night in the car. He knew that there was something more between them than just sexual attraction. Her words and actions that night in his car told him that. She had been close to having sex with him minutes after apologizing for her actions the week before. Why would she have done that if there wasn't something more she felt for him? The first time, he knew, was about pure sexual energy. The second was more about a bond between two people that was too strong for words. But since that night, he had been busy trying to bury those thoughts. His relationship with Amy had returned to normal. He had mentally recommitted to his wife. Amy wasn't her. He came to grips with that. At least he thought he did.

As Mark entered the dealership one morning, he approached a small group of coworkers who were standing around the coffee machine. As he got closer, he realized Tony was among them. The others seemed to be listening to him as he talked.

"You know it boss," he was saying, "I plan on hittin' that tomorrow night." Mark realized he was talking about Amy. "She hasn't put out yet, but tomorrow night her parents are gonna be gone and she'll be alone at that house for the whole week. I'll fuck that little slut all weekend long!" Tony feigned an ass slapping as he spoke, smacking the air in front of him as the group laughed.

"Hey!" Mark suddenly yelled, startling the group who hadn't noticed his approach. "Watch what you say about her! She's not just some slut you can use to get a good fuck! You hear me!?"

"Hey calm down boss," Tony said as he took a step towards Mark. "I ain't sayin' that. I'm just sayin' she has a hot little ass and I'd like to get in on that." He laughed, and the rest of the group laughed again. Mark realized he had overreacted. He wasn't even sure why he did it. It just came out of him before he thought about it. "You know what I'm sayin' boss. I know you were a stud before you got married, right?" Tony laughed again. 

Mark's blood boiled and he wanted to smack Tony. "Yeah...right. Just watch what you do. She's my sister, man," Mark said quieter, trying to make up for his outburst.

"Hey, no worries boss. I'll treat her right," Tony answered as Mark turned to go to his desk. "Right in that ass!" Tony said to the group. He said it quieter than normal, but still loud enough that Mark heard it. The group laughed again, and Mark ignored them as he sat at his desk. He was worried. That was the first time his emotions had gotten the better of him concerning Amy. He had to be careful. He couldn't let anyone know about his feelings for his wife's 22-year old sister. Mark sat back and took a long, deep breath as he tried to clear his head.

Mark found it hard to focus throughout that day. He constantly found himself thinking about Amy and Tony. Did she really like him? Was he what she really wanted in a guy? He couldn't bring himself to believe that Amy would be into a guy like Tony. But what did he know? Did he really know what kind of guys Amy liked? Until a little over a month ago he never even paid attention to Amy's love life. He knew she had a boyfriend in college, but they had broken up shortly before she graduated. He didn't think she had seen anybody else since then, but he really didn't know. He couldn't help but think that Tony was playing Amy. He had seen the way his demeanor changed that day in the restaurant. He wondered if Amy had seen the real Tony; the garish, overconfident snob that Mark had gotten to know over the past couple of weeks. He was convinced that Amy wouldn't go out with him if she saw his real self. Then again, maybe she would. He probably shouldn't even be thinking about this. It was none of his business. He tried to tell himself that he cared about Amy as a brother would, even though he knew it was deeper than that. All the feelings that Mark had tried to bury deep in the past month concerning Amy came flooding back to him that day. It consumed him.

As Mark sat across from his wife that night eating his dinner, his mind was on anything but what she was saying. All he could think about was Amy.

"So, Amy and Tony are going on their fourth date tomorrow night," he heard Loren say, snapping him out of his daydream.

"Uh yeah, Tony said something about it at work today," Mark replied, feeling the knot return to his stomach. "So does she really like him?" 

"Yeah I think so," Loren answered. "She says he's pretty sweet. I don't know if she's gaga over him yet, but she seems to enjoy hanging out with him."

"What do you mean, 'she's not gaga' over him?" Mark's heart stood still.

"Well she says she likes him, but she's not sure if it's going anywhere," Loren told him, "you know?"

"Yeah," Mark answered pensively. He felt a little relieved. He knew he wanted that relationship to fail. He also knew why.

"I don't think she knows what she wants at this point. But hopefully she'll find out. Oh hey babe, I have to get up early tomorrow to take my parents to the airport so don't let me forget." "What time is their flight?" Mark asked.

"7 am sharp," Loren replied, "so I'm getting up at 4, ok? Don't let me sleep through the alarm!"

"Ok hon," Mark answered with a smile as Loren got up from the table.

"I hope they have a good time next week," Loren said as she washed her dish in the sink.

"Yeah, me too," Mark responded. 

Loren and Amy's parents were going on a week long cruise for their anniversary. But Mark's mind was far from their cruise. All he could think about were Tony's words that day about how he would finally get to nail Amy since she'd have the house to herself for the entire week. Mark sat at the table, lost in thought for a long while. He didn't even hear Loren as she left the room and went upstairs. Mark had the unique insight to know both what Tony wanted and what he thought Amy wanted, and he didn't believe they were the same thing. He at least hoped they weren't. 

Mark spent a restless night with thoughts about Amy constantly dancing through his head. He even dreamt about her; a strange dream with Amy as a passanger on a plane that was taken over by terrorists. He awoke in a cold sweat and chided himself again. He knew he had to stop thinking about Amy, even if his subconscious wouldn't. He awoke again a few hours later as Loren's alarm went off at 4 am. He sleepily shared a few words with his wife as she got out of bed, then rolled over and fell back asleep until his alarm woke him a couple of hours later.

Mark spent the day at work unable to concentrate. He watched Tony all day, but spoke to him sparingly. He was consumed with jealousy for the single man who had the freedom to pursue Amy. He tried anything to forget about it, but it was all he thought about. His mind was a spider web of unspeakable thoughts; his heart a lump of melting clay. Mark watched Tony as he prepared to leave, unsure of what, if anything, he should say or do. As Tony walked past Mark's desk on his way out, Mark noticed he didn't even look over at him. Mark's heart was filled with disdain as he watched Tony get into his car and drive off, no doubt to prepare for his date with Amy.

Mark's shift ended a few hours after Tony's, and he anxiously drove home after clocking out. He seemed to be on autopilot the whole drive. As he entered his house, Loren was just finishing up her dinner. 

"Hey, babe," she said as he hugged her, "I made some chicken but I couldn't wait for you. I'm beat from being up so early, so I'm hitting the hay early tonight." She smiled as she spoke.

"Ok honey," Mark smiled back as she gave him a quick kiss and walked up the stairs. He walked into the kitchen and found his plate of breaded chicken on the counter. As he popped it into the microwave, he checked the answering machine. There was only one message.

"Hey Lor, just wanted to see how Mom and Dad got off. I'm going out with Tony at 7, so if you get this before then just gimme a call quick. He's taking me to Mendy's, by the way." 

Amy's voice was like an arrow through Mark's soul. He got his chicken from the microwave and sat down at the table. He picked at his food as his mind drifted to Amy and Tony's date. Mendy's was an upscale restaurant on the edge of town. Mark had been there a few times before. He looked at his watch. It was 7:27. Amy and Tony were probably finishing up their soup right about now. Mark sighed and pushed back his chair. He looked to the ceiling and rubbed his eyes. This was crazy. His wife lay upstairs in their bed right now, and all he could think about was her sister. He loved his wife, and for the past month he had recommitted himself to her after his encounter with Amy. But since Tony started seeing Amy, all of the emotions he had tried to bury came flooding back. He knew he didn't have a relationship with Amy. They had shared a moment, but it ended there. At least he thought it had.

Mark got up from the table and quickly walked to the door. He put his jacket on and went out to his car. He got in, started the engine, and pulled out of his driveway. He barely knew what he was doing. Was he really going to spy on his sister? For most of the 30 minute drive, Mark questioned his sanity. Why was he doing this? What did he really expect to happen? He didn't know.

As he pulled into the parking lot at Mendy's, Mark searched through the high windows. There, sitting at a table right next to the window were Amy and Tony. They seemed to be engaged in some light conversation as they finished their meals. Mark found a parking space that gave him a view of their table and backed his car in. He mentally wrestled with himself about what he was doing there. Every logical bone in his body told him to leave, go back to his house and get in bed next to his wife. He tried to push all of his thoughts away as he watched Amy and Tony talk and laugh. A familiar feeling crept into the pit of his stomach.

After 20 minutes, Amy and Tony got up from their table and walked out of the restaurant. Mark crouched low, hoping they wouldn't see him. For the first time that night, he got a good look at Amy as she walked out the front door of the restaurant. She was wearing a sleeveless kelly green dress that hugged her body tight. Black nylon stockings covered her shapley legs. As Mark walked up behind her, he placed his jacket over her shoulders on what was becoming a cool night. She gave him a warm smile as he did, and they walked to his car with his arm around her waist. Mark felt the knot tighten. He contemplated leaving right then and going back home, but deep down he knew that wasn't going to happen. He couldn't see where Tony's car was parked and he lost sight of Amy and him for a minute while his heart leaped into his throat. Then, a pair of headlights shone throughout the parking lot and Mark picked up Tony's car as it pulled onto the road. Mark started up his car and pulled out after him.

Mark assumed Tony and Amy were headed to her house, now empty, as Tony had talked about. He followed Tony's car at a distance, and when he realized that his assumptions were right, he let their car get even further ahead. Mark's mind played the scenerios out in his head as he drove. How would he be able to follow Tony down a residential street without them knowing it? He made the decision that he'd have to get there first if he wanted to go unnoticed. He turned off at the next exit, deciding that he'd have to risk taking some back roads in order to do it. He sped down the road, imagining the conversation if he got pulled over.

"Well, Officer, I was just trying to beat my coworker to my sister's house because I'm spying on them because I have feelings for my wife's sister." He prayed he didn't get pulled over.

Mark arrived at Amy's house 20 minutes later. Tony's car was nowhere in sight. Had they changed plans? Were they not coming here after all? What was he doing here? Mark parked his car across from Amy's house and turned off the ignition. He checked his watch as questions flooded his brain. Then, suddenly, headlights shone in the distance. As the car came down the street, Mark realized it was them. Fear suddenly gripped him. What if he was caught? How would he explain this? What was he doing there!?

Mark crouched down as low as he could as Tony's car pulled into the driveway. He watched as Tony and Amy each got out of the car and slowly walked towards the door. What was he going to do if they went inside the house, peep through the windows from the bushes? Mark silently cursed himself for the hundredth time that night. Why was he torturing himself like this?




His Wife's Sister Ch. 03



Amy and Tony stood at the front door for a few minutes, talking. Mark wondered what they were saying. Slowly, Amy took Tony's jacket off her shoulders and handed it back to him. Mark's heart skipped a beat. Was Amy really not allowing Tony into her house? He felt relieved in some small way. Tony leaned into her as she held out his jacket. He brought his face close to hers and kissed her. Mark felt his chest tighten again. Tony let his lips linger on Amy's and he brought his hand up to her waist. Mark felt his heart sink within him. He watched as Amy pulled her face slowly away from Tony's. Her saw her lips move, but couldn't make out what she was saying. Tony's hand slowly slid up her body as he leaned in to kiss her again. This time, Amy didn't return the kiss. Mark saw her pull back and mouth the words, "Tony, no." He couldn't see Tony's face from his angle, but knew Tony had said something back to her as he bent in to kiss her again. Amy turned her face away and pushed Tony's hand off of her body. Tony's jacket fell to the ground as both of his arms reached around Amy's body, pulling her into him. She struggled to pull away from him as he forced his lips onto hers again. Amy tried to push him away, but Tony pushed her right back. He pushed her against the door, then grabbed her waist again and pulled her into him once more.

Mark suddenly found himself outside of the car, walking briskly towards the couple. He could hear Amy's strained voice telling Tony to stop. 

"Hey!" Mark yelled as he approached. "Let her go!"

As Tony turned around surprised to see Mark, Amy pushed her way out of Tony's arms and ran to Mark. She grasped him in a tight embrace. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Tony asked with shock in his voice. Mark didn't answer that question.

"Just get the hell out of here," Mark answered sternly.

"Hey man," Tony replied, picking up his jacket from the ground, "I was just trying to tell this slut not to be a cock tease."

Mark shot forward before he even realized it, his fist connecting with Tony's jaw. The brash 25-year old reeled backwards from the force of Mark's punch. 

"What the fuck, man!?" Tony screamed as he grabbed his jaw. "Shit, you're as fucked up as this crazy bitch!"

"Just get the fuck out of here before something else happens," Mark spit as he glared at Tony. "You wouldn't want people to find out about this at work."

With those words, the fire in Tony's eyes softened. He seemed to realize that Mark had the ability to ruin his career at the dealership if he told others about this.

"Shit!" Tony exclaimed again as he turned towards his car holding his swollen jaw. He got in without another word. As he pulled out of the driveway, he glared at Mark and Amy as they stood with their arms around each other. His car sped off down the street, and Amy and Mark were suddenly alone. There were tears in Amy's eyes.

"Are you ok?" Mark asked her as he took her face in his hands.

"Yeah I'm ok. Just a little shaken, that's all. I thought....well I didn't know what was going to happen. He got so aggressive all of a sudden," Amy said with a shudder.

"C'mon, let's get you inside," Mark spoke softly to her as he led her into the house. Mark led Amy to a chair in the kitchen and got a blanket to put around her shoulders. As he did, Amy grasped his hand. She looked him in the eyes.

"Thanks Mark," she said as she gave his hand a little squeeze. Mark squeezed it back. He became lost in her dark green eyes as he stared at her face. Her hair silhouetted her pretty face with golden curls. Mark found the feeling he'd been trying to suppress for the better part of a month come rushing back up into his belly. He gave Amy a quick smile and let go of her hand.

"Let me get you some water," Mark said, trying to distract himself from the thoughts flying around in his head.

"How 'bout some tea?" Amy asked. Mark smiled at her again.

"Ok, sure," Mark answered as she returned his smile. He put the kettle on the stove and got two mugs out of the cabinet, along with two tea bags. Mark wasn't sure what his plans were, but he didn't feel like leaving Amy yet. "Mind if I join you?" he asked.

"No, of course not," Amy said, flashing him another warm smile. His thoughts went back to that night in his car, and how she had smiled when he told her that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. "I don't wanna be alone right now anyway."

The kettle boiled and Mark poured them each a cup. He handed one to Amy as he sat down across from her. She thanked him and gave him another of her winning smiles. They sat for some time in silence, sipping their tea. Mark didn't know exactly what to say. The last time they had been alone together they ended up almost having sex. Mark's mind replayed that night as he sat quietly drinking his tea. He wondered if Amy was thinking about it too. Finally Mark spoke.

"So what happened back there with Tony?"

"Oh god, I don't know. He wanted to come in with me. I told him I didn't think it was a good idea and all of a sudden he just got really aggressive. He kept telling me that it would be alright and that he really wanted to be alone with me," Amy answered.

"Yeah he's kind of a jackass," Mark offered.

"Well geez, Mark, you could've told me that sooner," Amy said with exasperation.

"Sorry, I just thought you liked him," Mark replied sheepishly.

"Well he seemed sweet at first, but I got the feeling that was just an act. That's why I told him I didn't want him to come in tonight; I wanted to see how he responded. What a dick," she said pensively trailing off.

"You don't deserve someone like that," Mark told her. "You deserve someone better."

Amy looked up at him quizzically. She searched Mark's eyes. Mark felt his heart stop as those beautiful green eyes pierced his soul. 

"Oh Mark..." Her voice cracked and she looked away. 

She stood up from the table and walked over to the sink, putting her mug in it. She stood with her back to him for a while. Mark didn't know what was going through her mind. She seemed troubled. He wanted to run over to her and throw his arms around her, but he stayed in his seat.

Suddenly, she turned around and looked straight at him. "Mark, what were you doing here? I mean, why were you here tonight?" 

Mark's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak, a lump growing in his throat. "Um, I, uh...well, I...I just wanted to, um, to make sure that you were ok." 

Amy's eyes narrowed as she stared at him. Then her eyes softened, and her lips curled into a small smile. Her eyes locked into his. Mark swallowed hard as she transfixed him with a seductive stare. "Oh Mark..." 

Her voice cracked again and her eyes filled with tears. Mark couldn't resist this time. He got up from his chair and walked over to her. As he stood face to face with her, she smiled again and reached out to put her hand on his cheek. She caressed his cheek with the palm of her hand. Mark's skin tingled at her touch. His heart began to beat faster. Her eyes searched his, looking for some confirmation. Mark put his hand on top of hers and held her smooth hand to his face. "Oh Mark," she said again softly. She buried her head into his chest and he held her tight to his body, savoring the feel of her warmth. They stood like that for a while, their arms wrapped around one another in a silent embrace.

Amy slowly raised her head and looked up at Mark again. As Mark felt himself drowning in those liquid green eyes, Amy kissed him softly on the lips. Mark savored the feel of her lips on his, and he found himself kissing her back. Their mouths opened in unison and their tongues met once again. Passion flowed through their bodies as their mouths hungrily met in a deep and steamy kiss. Amy clasped her hands behind Mark's head and pulled his mouth into hers while Mark's hands found themselves around Amy's waist. Mark pulled her tight into him.

There were no words spoken between them now. Each knew what the other was thinking and that they were both on the same page. Mark's hands moved to Amy's firm ass, and he pulled her hips hard into his. A small moan came out of Amy's mouth as he did, and she started to grind her hips into him as he held them tight to his. She began kissing his neck as his hands moved down to the bottom of her dress, slowly pulling it up.

Amy broke their embrace and took a step back. She looked deep into Mark's eyes, then grabbed his hand. She led him out of the kitchen and down the short hallway to her room. Mark felt a strange mix of excitement and guilt. He knew that he was about to cheat on his wife with her own sister, but he also knew the anguish he had felt seeing Amy with Tony. He knew that he didn't want her to be with anyone else other than him.

As they entered Amy's room, she turned towards him and their bodies met again in a warm embrace. Their mouths sought each other as their hands explored the other's body. Amy sucked on Mark's earlobe as his hands squeezed her ass through the fabric of her dress.

Amy took a few steps back and, never breaking eye contact with Mark, slid one arm out of her dress, and then the other. The light from the moon shone brightly through the window, illuminating the otherwise darkened room. As Amy let the dress fall to the floor, the moonlight washed her body in a heavenly glow. Between the moonlight and the light from the hall, the room was bright enough for Mark to enjoy the sight of the black lace bra that covered Amy's firm C-cup breasts and the matching frilly lace panties, complete with garter straps holding up her sheer black stockings. She stepped forward, still wearing her black high heels. She struck a little pose, allowing Mark to drink in the sight of her young body in black lace lingerie. He smiled as she did, and she giggled and smiled back before walking seductively towards him again. His hands instinctively reached out to her hips and he ran his hands over the lace of her panties before pulling her hard into him again. He engulfed her mouth in a passionate kiss as his hands caressed her ass and the back of her thighs. 

Amy's hands moved over Mark's body, up his sides and down over his shoulders. She started to unbutton Mark's shirt, and when she had finished she ran her hands over his bare chest. She pulled his shirt off of his shoulders before her hands moved down to Mark's waist and began to undo his belt buckle. She unhooked the button, then slowly slid the zipper down. With a small tug, Mark's pants fell to the floor. Amy slipped a hand into Mark's boxer shorts, grasping his hardening cock. She began to stroke it with her smooth hand as Mark's hands made their way to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands and began to massage them sensuously before wrapping his arms around Amy's waist and pulling her tight to him. She wrapped a leg around him as their tongues engaged in a symphony of passion. Mark enjoyed the feel of Amy's tight body pressed against his; the feel of the lace bra against his bare chest, the warmth of her pussy in between his legs. He pulled his face away from hers and stared into her emerald eyes. He had dreamt of this. 

They longingly searched the other's face and each found what they were looking for: affirmation. They wanted each other. They both knew it.

Amy smiled that sweet, warm smile and pecked Mark on the lips, then moved her mouth to his neck. She gently placed kisses on his neck, then his chest as she slowly slid down his body. She licked his nipples lightly, then continued south. Her mouth made it's way slowly down Mark's body, placing small kisses every few inches. Mark's body tingled with pleasure as her mouth reached his stomach, then the top of his boxers. Mark watched as she grabbed the elastic band with her teeth and began to move his shorts down with her mouth, helping pull them down in the back with her hands. Suddenly Mark's hard cock popped free as his underwear fell from his waist. It almost hit Amy in the face as it sprung loose, and she giggled at the near miss. She looked up at him from her knees seductively. 

Mark smiled at the sight of his gorgeous sister's face just inches from his cock. As he did, she slipped the tip of her tongue slowly over his cock head while still looking up at him. Mark exhaled sharply and shuddered with joy. The reaction pleased Amy and she smiled broadly before turning her full attention to Mark's raging hard cock. She quickly dove her mouth onto it, sucking the head into her warm, wet mouth. Mark shuddered again. She pulled back, letting her tongue flit the underside of his dick before she took it in her mouth again. Mark moaned in pleasure as she did this a few more times. Then she slowly and methodically circled his cock with her tongue until every inch of it was covered with her warm saliva. Once it was, she again took his dick into her mouth and began to bob rhythmically over it. She tickled the underside with her tongue each time she pulled back, and took more of it in with each forward thrust. Mark found himself bucking his hips into her face in time with her as his hands grasped the top of her head.

Amy swirled her tongue around Mark's engorged cock one more time, then stood up in front of him. Their mouths met again and Mark could taste the salty residue of his pre-cum on Amy's tongue as it penetrated his lips. Mark's hands ran over Amy's back, over the bra straps, down her back, and over the black lace of her panties before moving up her back again. Amy broke the kiss and giggled as Mark's hands softly caressed her body. She coyly backed away from him before turning towards the bed. She bent over the bedside table to light a candle, then knelt on the bed, reaching across to light a few more candles on her dresser. Mark's eyes played over her tight ass, bathed in candle and moon light, as she knelt on the bed. His hand instinctively reached down to his hard cock as it twitched at the sight of her lithe body stretched out in front of him.

She flipped over, laying sideways on the bed. Her eyes lit up as she caught the sight of Mark stroking his stiff cock, and she bit her lower lip in a manner that betrayed the animal lust coursing through her body. She felt her panties moisten at the sight of Mark's throbbing cock in his hand, and her mind flashed back to when she first accidentally walked in on him masturbating. Then, the sight had turned her on so much that she gave Mark a blowjob right there, thus beginning their sexual adventures. Now, staring at his rock hard dick in his hand, all she wanted was that dick inside of her increasingly wet pussy.

Amy's hands moved slowly down her body as she lay on the bed. She couldn't help touching herself, and her hands made their way between her legs. As she rubbed her pussy through the lace material, Mark's cock twitched again in his hand. For a brief moment, Amy's eyes closed as she rubbed her swollen clit with one hand while caressing her pussy lips with the other, causing the front of her panties to wedge in her moist canyon. She quickly opened her eyes again and gave Mark a playful smile. She sat up on the bed and her hands moved slowly down her thighs. She unhooked the garter straps holding her stockings up and teasingly began to pull the one on her right leg slowly off. The candlelight flickered and Mark smiled as the black silk gave way to pink flesh. Amy undid her high heels and took them off, then removed the right stocking and dropped it on the floor. Her hands moved to the one on her left leg when Mark walked over. He knelt on the floor in front of her and sensuously ran his hand up her stockened leg, causing Amy to exhale sharply, before grabbing the top and slowly pulling it down her leg. As it gave way to the skin on her thigh, he leaned forward and kissed the newly visible flesh. With each inch of stocking removed, he covered the now naked skin with a light kiss, working his way down her leg. As he removed the stocking from her foot, he threw it over his shoulder playfully and smiled as Amy giggled. He kissed the top of her foot, then rose to meet her lips with his once again. 

Mark's mouth moved to Amy's neck and he began to suck and kiss her soft flesh as she moaned in his ear. As his mouth moved to the top of Amy's breasts, she reached around her back and undid the hook, letting the bra fall off of her. Mark suddenly had his sister's perky 34-C tits smack in front of his face once again. He realized that he loved her tits more than anything else about her. They were firm and perky. The nipples pointed straight at him, and rose to his touch. He cupped one in his hand, and then the other, rolling his fingers over the soft flesh of her nipples. 

"Oh god yes," Amy muttered as Mark's mouth descended onto the supple mounds of her flesh. He sucked and flicked her nipples with his tongue as he moved his mouth from one to the other and back again. Amy was running her hands through Mark's hair as he licked and sucked on her nipples again and again. Each time they felt more sensitive, and Amy soon felt like she wouldn't be able to take much more. She wanted Mark to stop and to continue all at the same time, and felt the wetness grow between her legs. The front of her panties were now completely soaked as Mark's teasing continued on her tender nipples.

"Oh Mark," Amy whispered, "please." Mark stopped his assault on her nipples and faced her again. His tongue invaded her mouth as she moaned in pleasure.

"Please what?" Mark asked softly as he looked into her eyes. 

"I need you," Amy responded in short breaths, barely audible. Her eyes begged him. "I need you. To fuck me. Please fuck me." Mark almost came right there, hearing his wife's younger sister begging him to fuck her. Her words ignited a spark and Mark dove hungrily on top of her, his tongue attacking her mouth. With the passion of a thousand lonely nights, their tongues danced over each other. Their hands ran over the other's body as the passion consumed them. Amy's hands ran down Mark's back and onto his ass, squeezing them. Her legs wrapped around Mark's waist as he lay on top of her and she thrust her hips up into his as she pulled his ass down towards her. Mark's raging cock was ground into Amy's pussy as she pulled their hips together. He felt the slick lace rubbing against the underside of his cock, and he could feel the wetness that had seeped through her panties. He ground his dick against the wet lace, pushing it farther inside her swollen pussy lips. They held that embrace for a minute; their mouths hungrily meeting again and again, their tongues swirling, their hips grinding against one another. 

As their mouths retreated, Amy managed to push Mark off her enough so that she could scooch further up the bed, resting her head on a pink pillow. Mark knelt over her, straddling her waist, staring down at the waiting 22-year old beneath him. Amy stared up, biting her lip again in anticipation. Her green eyes flashed in the flickering candlelight, and Mark saw emotion there that he hadn't recognized before. Mark knew he was going to have sex with his wife's little sister. But there was no guilt, no fear. Only a powerful feeling that he had been trying to ignore. He bent over Amy and kissed her. 

Amy's hands caressed Mark's chest as be hovered above her. Then she slowly slid them down her body and looped her thumbs into the waistline of her panties. Mark's heart felt like it stopped and time stood still. For what seemed like an eternity Amy's hands remained at her hips, then with one swift scooch of her butt, her panties were gone, and all the wonders of her beautiful young pussy were laid bare to Mark. This hadn't been the first time he had seen her pussy, but this time it was opened to him, inviting him in to fill her with his manhood. He relished the feeling of being wanted by this beautiful young woman, of being invited to enjoy all the exquisite wonders of her tight, wet pussy. He would have never thought in a million years that he would have been here with his wife's sister, but he felt honored in some strange way.




His Wife's Sister Ch. 03



As Mark hovered over top of her, Amy stared into his eyes, trying to read his expression. She couldn't believe this was about to happen, and she almost felt like she was having an out of body experience as the seconds seemed like hours. Mark's cock was inches away from entering her aching pussy, but she felt like it would never get there. She gently moved her hands to his cock and ran both of them over the soft skin of it. She grasped it with one hand, and slowly guided it into her waiting pussy.

Mark felt the head of his cock slip into Amy's warm pussy. She was so wet, he had no problem sliding it in as she guided it with her hand. He quickly glanced down at the sight of his hard cock slipping inside of Amy's warm, wet pussy. Her shaven mound gave him the perfect view of his cock disappearing into her tight hole as it slipped deeper with each second. He looked back up at Amy's face as her eyes filled with delight and desire. He slowly bent forward and kissed her. Then, as their kiss broke, he slammed his dick all the way into Amy's hot pussy. It gripped his dick tightly and he moaned with delight.

Amy felt as if she had rushed back into her body as Mark's dick slammed up into her. She grasped the back of his neck as his hips began to thrust, pushing his rock hard cock in and out of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he slowly brought his cock almost all the way out of her before pushing it hard back into her again. She felt her hips begin to buck in time with his thrusts, and her pussy filled with juices. She knew she wouldn't last long before he brought her to orgasm.

Mark began to thrust his hard cock into Amy's wet pussy faster and harder. As he stared into Amy's deep green eyes, he felt the cum well up in his balls. Fucking Amy had become almost an obsession with him since their first sexual encounter over a month ago. He had dreamt about filling her 22-year old pussy with his cock so many times that he had lost count. He fantasized about this moment, and now, actually being able to fulfill those fantasies drove him to the brink. He knew that it wouldn't be long until his cock exploded within her.

Amy had begun to buck her hips upward faster as Mark's thrusts increased. Mark could see in her half-closed eyes that she was close to orgasm. The thought that it was his cock causing his sister such pleasure turned him on even more and he started pounding her pussy as she moaned with delight.

"Oh, Mark," Amy gasped as her legs tightened around his waist. "Oh, Mark." She pulled him close to her until their faces were centimeters apart. She looked up sharply into his eyes, and as her body tensed in anticipation of her orgasm, she whispered, "I love you." 

Hearing those words drove Mark over the edge. He dove onto Amy's mouth with his in a passionate kiss just as her back arched and she thrust her hips upward into his hard. Her orgasm built in her pussy. Mark could feel it fill with her juices as she held it tight to him. Then her orgasm exploded through the rest of her body. Her body shook underneath Mark and she squealed as the waves of pleasure flowed through every pore of her being. She held Mark tight as the feeling overwhelmed her, then she opened her eyes and bucked her hips wildly. Mark's mouth once again descended onto hers and their tongues danced with joy. Amy felt Mark's cock thrusting deeper into her in short bursts as her juices began to run down the inside of her thighs. Mark pushed his cock deep into her juicy pussy and his mouth opened as he exhaled sharply. Amy pulled his hips hard down onto her, holding him tight to her body as his cock began to twitch inside of her. Mark moaned as Amy traced his lips with her tongue and with one final, deep push, Mark's cock exploded inside of Amy's willing pussy. 

"Oh god, Amy," Mark exhaled as his hips drove hard into hers and he felt his cock begin to unload wave after wave of cum inside of her young pussy. She held his ass tight to her as his hips shook with his orgasm. He grunted loudly as the last shot of cum escaped his throbbing cock, then he collapsed on top of her. She kissed him lightly as he got his breath back, and she pulled his head to her heaving chest. 

They lay like that for a short time, letting the passion subside; his head on her chest, her hands running through his hair as his cock softened inside of her pussy. Their ragged breathing was the only sound in the room as they eventually regained control of their senses.

Mark lifted his head and nibbled on Amy's chin, eliciting a giggle from her, then he rolled off of her and lay next to her. She turned away from him, grabbing his arm and draping it around her waist. Mark cuddled up beside her, spooning her naked body with his. His fingers traced absentminded circles on her stomach as they lay in a silent embrace. Mark enjoyed the feel of her skin tight against his, and he lightly kissed her shoulder.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this to happen," Amy said softly, looking back at Mark over her shoulder. "I've fantasized about you since I was 17."

"Really?" Mark asked, his eyes widening. He liked hearing about how his attractive sister wanted him, but it did surprise him that she had for so long. He hadn't thought about her in any sexual way until the last month.

"Yeah," she giggled, "I actually fantasized about you the first time I used a dildo. I remember you had just started dating Loren, and I told her how cute I thought you were." She laughed lightly, sending a vibration through Mark's body snug against hers. "I started fantasizing about you while playing with myself, and when I turned 18 I got my first dildo, and pretended that it was you, fucking me."

Mark's felt the blood begin to flow to his cock again, hearing her talk about him like that. He imagined an 18-year old Amy impaling herself on a giant dildo while thinking about him. 

"Mark," Amy said, turning over to face him. "You're Loren's husband." A worried look entered her eyes. "I love Loren. But I love you too. I have for a long time." She reached out a hand to gently stroke his cheek. "I know I shouldn't."

Mark reached his hand out to caress Amy's cheek as well. He stared deeply into her eyes.

"Amy, I haven't felt this way about anybody in 5 years." His words reflected the emotion that he had been feeling for the past month. A purely physical action had bled into something more since the moment they had shared a month ago. Tony's treatment of Amy had led Mark to realize that he did have feelings for her, sister or not. He had tried to quash them, but he couldn't. He loved his wife, but he also loved her little sister.

Amy smiled at his confession. She knew those words had been a way of saying "I love you" without actually saying it. She wondered if he would ever actually say it, but she didn't care. He had just admitted that he loved her, a moment she had been imagining for 5 years. 

She looked over at the clock. It was 10:30.

"What about Loren?" she asked tepidly. Mark's eyes followed hers to the clock.

"She's asleep by now," Mark answered. "She went to bed early after being up early this morning."

"Oh yeah," Amy responded, remembering her parent's trip. She sighed deeply. "What are we gonna do?" 

"I don't know," Mark answered truthfully. He had no ideas about what the future held. Amy snuggled tight into him. 

"Mark," Amy said softly after a short time, looking up into his eyes.

"Yes, Amy?" Mark responded when he realized she wasn't going to continue without some prodding.

"I love you."

Mark swallowed hard. She had whispered it to him just before she came, but now she felt the need to tell him again. Her doe eyes made Mark's heart melt, and hearing those words again made his cock jump. 

"I know," Mark replied. Amy's mouth opened to speak but before she could Mark dove upon her again, filling her open mouth with his tongue. Amy clasped the back of his head as she returned the kiss. Mark rolled on top of her, his hardening dick pressed against her inner thigh. A moan escaped Amy's mouth and entered his as his hand reached down to massage her breast.

"Again?" Amy asked with a twinkle in her eye as she broke their kiss.

Mark only responded by smiling at her and pressing his mouth to hers in a long, deep kiss. She moaned again as Mark's fingers circled her nipple. He then quickly moved his head to her chest and sucked that nipple into his warm mouth. He teased it with his tongue as Amy threw her head back in pleasure. He moved to the other nipple and repeated the gesture.

"Oh, Mark," Amy moaned his name as his assault on her nipples continued. When he finished, he brought his mouth to hers again and kissed her deeply. 

Amy suddenly put her hands on his chest and pushed him up as she rolled him onto his back with Mark's willingness. She lay on top of him for a few minutes, kissing his mouth, neck, and ears. Then she slowly slid down his body until her face was positioned inches from his now hard again cock. She breathed her warm breath up one side of his cock and down the other, sending shivers through Mark's body. Amy smiled up at him when she saw that he enjoyed that. She did it a few more times, bathing his cock in her warm breath. Then she stuck her tongue out and slowly licked up the underside of his dick from the base to the head. Mark moaned in delight. As she reached the top, she slowly swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, causing it to twitch. Amy smiled at the reaction, and repeated the action, slowly circling the head of his cock with her tongue. She licked down his shaft and then slowly up again. Her teasing was almost too much for Mark to bear, but he made no protest as she continued licking up and down his thick shaft, occasionally stopping to swirl her tongue around the sensitive head.

"Good god, Amy," Mark moaned as the teasing continued. Amy giggled at his exclamation. Just as Mark was about to grab her by the hair and force her mouth onto his cock, she licked up the underside and sucked the head into her mouth. Mark moaned again as her warm mouth engulfed the head of his cock. She flicked the underside with her tongue before beginning a rhythmic bobbing, taking more of his cock into her mouth with each downward thrust. She pulled it almost entirely out of her mouth before slurping it down again. She sucked his entire cock into her mouth, holding her position with his cock in the back of her throat for a few seconds before slowly pulling her head back again. She gagged as she did, but it didn't seem to bother her or slow her down. She repeated the action a few more times; deep throating his cock and holding that position, her nose pressed firmly into Mark's stomach. Finally she released his cock from her throat and slid it out of her mouth. Mark wondered how his 22-year old sister got so great at cock sucking.

Amy straddled Mark's lap, seductively rubbing her pussy against his now wet cock. She slowly rubbed her pussy up the shaft of Mark's dick and then back down again. She continued grinding her pussy along the length of Mark's cock slowly as she sexily stared down at him. A wicked smile played on her lips and she licked them slowly, keeping her eyes squarely on Mark's face. It seemed everything she was doing now was slow and deliberate, designed to tease Mark, unlike earlier when their desire made them cut to the proverbial chase rather quickly.

Amy ran her hands up her body and fondled her tits. She massaged them with her hands as she continued rubbing her pussy along Mark's cock. She rolled the nipples in between her fingers and she bit her lower lip. Her eyes closed for a brief second as she enjoyed the sensations of her hands rubbing her tits and Mark's hard cock against her pussy. She opened them again and looked into Mark's eyes. Those green emerald eyes glistened in the candlelight as Amy stared at him as she continued her teasing. She smiled sweetly at him.

Then she reached a hand down to Mark's cock and guided it into her warm pussy. Mark and Amy both gasped at the same time as his cock slipped into her. She smiled at him again and slowly lowered her hips, swallowing Mark's cock with her wet pussy. The mixture of cum from their first fuck made Amy's pussy even slicker, and it easily slid over Mark's cock. She sat back and bit her lip again as she engulfed Mark's entire cock with her warm, willing pussy. She stayed still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his entire dick inside of her. Then she slowly pulled her hips up again, allowing Mark's cock to glide out of her before sitting back down on it. She repeated the long, slow motion a few more times. Mark could barely stand all the teasing she was giving him. If she kept it up, he would soon be begging her to fuck him.

Amy leaned forward and put her hands on Mark's chest as she ground her pussy down onto his cock again. She licked her lips and gave him a seductive look that almost made him blow his load right there. She was so sexy. She began to thrust her hips in short bursts, slowly at first and then incrementally faster. Her eyes closed and her hair dangled down in front of her face as she began to buck her hips in faster bursts. Mark grabbed her waist and began to thrust his hips upward in time with hers. Her breath became more ragged as she rocked her pussy onto Mark's cock faster and faster. 

She opened her eyes and Mark saw the pleasure etched on her face. She leaned back again, and began bouncing on Mark's throbbing cock. He guided her hips with his hands as she whimpered in time with her thrusts. Her eyes closed again, and Mark focused on her perky tits bouncing up and down as Amy rode him hard. 

"Oh god, yes," she whimpered as she increased her speed. She was moaning regularly now and Mark assumed she was close to another orgasm.

Amy bent forward again and leaned her face down to Mark's. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight as they kissed. Mark began to take control of the speed as he thrust his cock upwards into Amy's slippery pussy. She moaned in his ear.

"Oh please don't stop," she whimpered. "You're gonna make me cum!" 

Mark felt her pussy contract around his cock as he buried it deep into her. He held it for a second as Amy moaned in approval. Then he began to pump her pussy hard.

"Oh, fuck!" Amy yelled as she felt her orgasm reach its crescendo. Mark held her tight as her body quivered in his arms. He continued the frenzied pounding of her pussy as he felt his own orgasm building. "Oh yes, pound my pussy," Amy whispered into Mark's ear. "Fuck me hard!"

Her suddenly salty language surprised Mark and it turned him on even more, if that was possible. He wanted in on the dirty talk.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck your little pussy?" Mark responded.

"Oh god yes," Amy whimpered, "fuck me harder!"

Mark knew he wouldn't last much longer at this rate. He drove his cock deep up into Amy's pussy. She sucked on his earlobe as he did, pushing him over the edge.

"Oh...my...god!" Mark exclaimed as his dick exploded inside of his wife's sister for the second time that night. He held his hips tight against Amy's as his cock spewed hot cum into her young pussy. He thrust his hips hard against hers a few more times as his orgasm subsided, leaving them both breathless. He held Amy tight in his arms and kissed her passionately. As their lips parted she sighed.

"Phew," she said smiling, "that was awesome. You're pretty good at this."

"Yeah, you're not too bad yourself," Mark responded, still holding Amy tight. She giggled at him.

"Why thank you," she said, jokingly triumphant. 

"How many guys have you been with?" Perhaps not the right time for such a question, but curiosity got the better of Mark.

"You're just the second," Amy answered, kissing Mark again softly. "But dreaming about you for so long has prepared me." She giggled and Mark laughed with her. Their mouths entwined lovingly before they both collapsed into the bed again.

They caressed each other's bodies and made small talk sparingly. Mark affirmed that he had been fantasizing about her for the better part of the month, dreaming about being with her like he was right now. He told her how beautiful he thought she was and answered when she asked what he liked most about her. They had sex twice more that night, once in the shower as they washed each other's bodies. Mark couldn't help being turned on by her, and she enjoyed having that effect on her crush of 5 years. 

Shortly after 2 am Mark finally had to leave Amy, and they both affirmed that neither knew how to quite handle the situation. But they both admitted that they would figure it out at some other time. And though neither of them said it aloud, both knew that this wasn't just a one time affair. They had feelings for each other that wouldn't be pushed aside. They knew they were in a tricky situation, and neither of them wanted to hurt Loren, Mark's wife and Amy's sister. But that common bond only seemed to make their relationship stronger. They had similar feelings, as opposed to a husband having an affair with some completely unrelated person who probably wouldn't care about his wife. Besides the love for each other, they both also loved Mark's wife.

Mark held Amy tight and kissed her deep one last time before he left her house. Leaving her felt like he was leaving a part of himself there. It didn't feel right. He wished he could stay with her forever. 

His tired mind did mental gymnastics as he drove to his house, but was unable to come up with anything solid. He took a deep breath as he entered his house and walked up the stairs towards his bedroom. His wife was fast asleep, as he thought (and hoped) she would be. He quietly undressed and slid in next to her. He put his arm around her and kissed her shoulder. He lay with his body tight to hers as his mind raced. He loved her. And he loved her sister. The future, he knew, just got a lot more complicated.