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Touching my sister-in-LawTwo grown adults who should know better cross the line and have anintensely erotic experience./I had fantasized about my sister-in-law for years. There was nothingwrong with my wife but the thought of doing something naughty and taboowith my sister-in-law was such a turn on for me. I did wonder when Ifirst met her if she found me attractive; there were a few signs but itturned to nothing. My wife and I even had sex one night while she wassleeping downstairs on the couch. It turned me on so much and I’m prettysure it turned my wife on too, as the sex was amazing. When I cameinside her I was imagining her sister downstairs masturbating whilelistening to us.Anyway, my sister-in-law is pretty sexy. She’s about 5′ 7″ and hasgenuinely large boobs, really nice. When she’s sat at the dining tablethey rest on it. The sight of that makes me rock hard and I love it.She’s curvy in all the right places and has, like my wife, a really nicearse; very spankable and squeezable. She’s about 43 and maturing nicely,her long curly hair frames her face very nicely and draws attention toher luscious lips and dark sexy eyes. I’ve lost count of the number oftimes I’ve cum while fantasising about her, imagining my face buried inher pussy as I stroke my hard shaft, shooting cum all over myself.All that aside, this is a story about one evening when she came to ourhouse and my wildest dreams came true. It was a Thursday evening and herhusband was working away for the week. She often came round and hungabout when he was away as she got lonely at home. Usually my wife was inand they’d have a glass of wine and chat. I’d more often than not makemyself scarce, maybe potter about in the shed or go upstairs and use thecomputer. Quite often I’d lay on the bed and masturbate, listening totheir sexy voices.On this Thursday night my wife was also away for one night, stoppingover at a friends on the other side of town. She had told mysister-in-law but as usual she’d forgotten. I was upstairs on the PC,browsing some really nice porn, watching a really curvy secretary flaunther arse and suck a lucky guy off. My cock was out and I was rock hard,idly stroking it. I heard a knock at the door and jolted – was my wifeback home?I quickly put my cock back in my trousers and went to the door. Ianswered and there was my sister-in-law, Wendy. ‘Hi, just thought I’dpop over for an hour or two while Carl’s at work, is Jen in?’I rolled my eyes and replied, ‘No, she’s over at Lucy’s for the night,didn’t she tell you?’She remembered and said, ‘Oh yeah, I forgot – anyway I’ve kaş escort brought abottle of wine, fancy a glass?’I tried my best to hide my bulge but as she came in the house and walkedpast me. I’m sure she took a quick glance, which both embarrassed andexcited me.She looked as good as usual tonight, black tights on and a tightpullover which made her boobs look majestic. As she went to the kitchenI settled sown on the sofa.I watched her arse as she poured the wine, trying not to let her notice.My hard-on had subsided but I was staying semi-erect. It looked like Iwas going to be her company for the night. We sat on the sofa andchatted for a while. She asked me if she’d disturbed me and whether Iminded her being round. I said it was no problem and I was just boredbefore she came anyway.I couldn’t help but keep looking at her lovely boobs through her jumperand her legs were making me really excited too. I was desperate to touchher shapely calves, but that was the stuff of fantasy, so I continued topolitely nod and chat as I drank with her and imagined doing filthythings with that body.After a couple of hours we were both the worse for wear as we’d drunkanother bottle I already had in. She’d drunk more than me and ourconversation got very loose. We started talking about women and whetherI thought skinny ones were sexy.’Not at all,’ I said, ‘real women have curves, nice big bums, boobs andsoft lovely curves, that’s why I married your sister! That’s the kind ofwoman that does it for me.’She seemed very interested in my opinion. ‘That’s good to hear, Isometimes wonder if men don’t like curvy women at all these days. Howwould you describe me?’My mouth went dry at that question. ‘How do you mean?’ I asked.’Well, am I attractive? Simple enough question!’ she laughed.’Well I can hardly tell my sister-in-law she’s sexy, can I? How weirdwould that be?’ She looked a little hurt at that, as if I was avoidingthe question. Little did she know I’d just spent the last hour imaginingmy hard shaft sliding in and out of her mouth! ‘Okay,’ I admitted,’you’re attractive. Just like you’re sister, you’ve got those curves andproportions that make a real woman. Is that a good enough answer?’ I joked.She tried to look nonchalant but I could tell she was very happy with myanswer. The atmosphere was a bit weird after that but we continued tochat and things relaxed again soon enough. We were both sleepy andalthough I was the host I unfortunately fell into a light sleep, thetime was getting on for midnight and I had to be up early the next day.After what felt like about kaş escort bayan half an hour, I woke up from my doze andnoticed Wendy had fallen asleep too. I coughed and yawned to try to wakeher – it worked and she peeped at me and apologised for falling asleep.’Shit, sorry about that,’ she whispered, still half asleep.’No problem, I’ve only just woken up too.’She stretched those lovely legs and said, ‘My legs are stiff, mind if Iput them up on your knees?”Okay,’ I agreed, my heart now racing at the thought of those lovelylegs touching me. She stretched her legs across my lap and gotcomfortable on the sofa again, murmuring little noises of satisfaction.In my half asleep state I found this all extremely erotic and feltreally nice and relaxed.’Why don’t you give me a treat and massage my feet?’ she asked smiling.My cock began to grow in my pants and I agreed, in the coolest way Icould possibly find, ‘Okay, why not? We’ve had a fun night chatting, Isuppose I owe you a little treat!’ I started rubbing the soles of bothfeet together, through her tights. I could tell she was enjoying it bythe way she wriggled her feet and moaned gently, still lightly dozing.I slowed my movements and made more deliberate and longer strokes acrossher feet – we were doing something on the borderline of what wasacceptable and in my tipsy and sleepy state I thought this was theperfect chance to do something ambiguous. Would she be able tell I wasfondling her more than massaging?She was awake still but quiet as a mouse now – not sure if this meantshe was uncomfortable or enjoying it even more. I began to stroke gentlyat her ankles now, moving up to her calves in gentle sweeps of my hands.I did this for about five minutes, not getting too brazen, taking itslowly. My breath was trembling now with the excitement and tension andI started to apply more pressure to her calves, gently squeezing thoselovely muscles, trying to do it in a more seductive and suggestive waythan a masseuse would.I watched her face intently for signs of either enjoyment ordisapproval. She was giving very little away, just the occasional andbrief lick of her sexy, plump lips. I didn’t know if she was toying withme or genuinely trying to hide her enjoyment, but I was pretty sure shewas finding this as nice as I was by now. Emboldened by her lack ofresistance (and the wine!), I took a long stroke from her mid thighsright down to her feet, then gently traced a finger down the side ofeach thigh. This was a definite gesture of intimacy and not a massage. Iwas desperate to see her reaction as my heart escort kaş pounded and my cock wasalmost painfully hard by now.She half-opened her eyes and smiled gently. I thought I was going to cumwhen she did that, but I concentrated hard and continued to stroke herthighs. Those thighs I’d masturbated over so many times were now in myhands. I knew from her smile she wanted me to carry on but I didn’t wantto get too vulgar so continued to stroke gently, very slowly moving myhands to her inner thighs. As I did, she almost imperceptibly moved herlegs apart an inch or two to make room for my hands to slide across hertights.I moved my hands even further up her inner thighs – I was now only a fewinches from her pussy. Oh my goodness, I thought I would explode withexcitement. As I brushed her soft flesh just above the line of hersuspenders, only a couple of inches away from her lacy panty-clad pussy,she opened her mouth and let out a quiet gasp, almost of relief. I couldsmell her pussy now. She must be so wet, I thought.My head was spinning with the thrill and excitement of this amazingmoment. I couldn’t wait any longer, I ran my thumb over her panties,stroking her pussy lips through them. She must have been as turned on asme because all of a sudden she let out a low guttural moan which took meby surprise and started pushing her groin onto my hand.’Oh my fuckin’ god,’ she moaned and gasped over and over. She wasclimaxing, and at the gentlest of touches! I was unbelievably turned onat the thought that I’d made her so horny and couldn’t help myself – asshe was climaxing I held her tight and kissed her deeply, my cockstraining my trousers to bursting point.She gasped and moaned into my mouth as wave after wave of pleasureradiated from her. I couldn’t hold on any more, I frantically undid mytrousers and pulled out my rock hard cock. The relief was amazing andjust as I thought Wendy’s orgasm was subsiding, the sight of my cockmust have sent her over the edge again.Just a few strokes and I was ready to explode. An intense feeling oflust I’ve never felt before came over me and I shot my cum all over herpussy and panties. She looked at me in disbelief and said with a shakyvoice, ‘Oh fuck I can’t stop, you dirty fucker.’ She took some of my cumon her fingers and rubbed it into her pussy, climaxing again.As she came for the second time, without thinking I stuffed my stillhard shaft between her lips. She greedily gobbled me up and sucked thelast of the cum from my cock. I’d never felt so amazing; this was thesexiest, most erotic thing that had ever happened.We both lay back in disbelief looking at each other. There was noawkwardness, just a mutual feeling of relief and warmth. We both fellasleep in each other’s arms until the morning. But the morning? That’sanother story!
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