Nancy The Sister In Law

My wife Lori and I had been married for almost eight years. We have three children and a great marriage in the making. At 24, my wife was three years younger than I am. My wife has a younger sister, who at the time, was single and well fit.

When I first met my wife, more than 14 years ago, her younger sister Nancy was only 13 years old. She was about 5’4″ and very skinny. She looked like a typical high school girl who was as awkward and naive. My wife and I dated for a couple of years before we got married. Although I was very close to her family, it seemed I rarely saw Nancy during this time. Quite honestly, I never gave her much thought. But all that would change.

I remember very distinctly the night of our wedding rehearsal. Nancy showed up in her tight shorts just as we were about to get started. She was one of my wife’s bridesmaids. When I first looked at her, I did a double take. Nancy had matured into a very shapely and attractive young woman. I could hardly believe that this was the same girl I met several years earlier. She had an amazing pair of boobs and a perfect ass to match. One of my ushers, who knew the family quite well, also noticed the change.

“Where did Nancy got those tits?” He asked. “She didn’t look like that the last time I saw her.”

Later that evening, Lori even made a comment.

“I wonder if the change in Nancy’s body is a result of taking the pill?” she responded. “I’ve heard that large boobs can be a common but welcome side affect.”

During our wedding, I couldn’t get it out of my head all the attention my new sister-in-law was getting. I tried to put all of the attention aside and started to-pay-attention to the new bride to be. Naughty me!

I never thought of the chance since. But, fastforward the situation to two years later.

The years passed and Nancy and me started to fuck every chance we could. We would get it on at every opportunity. Nancy would often come over during the evenings, and take advantage of our house. I worked evenings so I was always anxious to see her in her revealing tank top and skin tight bike suit, or her even skimpier outfits. I was careful not to make my lust for her obvious, but it was sometimes quite hard. She had this one skintight skirt with a zipper up the side. One day my four year old son pulled it up quickly. I got a very good look at her succulent thighs.

It was a Thursday morning in late October. I was just settling in from work when the phone rang.

“Hi, what’s up?” Nancy asked. “Mom and Dad are away until Sunday and I was wondering if I could spend the night with you guys?”

By now, Nancy was senior in high school and her eighteen year old body was looking very hot.

“I wanted to know if I could baby-sit your kids overnight,” she begged.

My wife had to work the graveyard shift. It was just our kids and I staying at the home front.

“Why don’t you come on over and take care of our kids this evening?” Lori suggested. “It would be a good chance for them to visit their auntie. The only thing is I won’t be back until later tomorrow morning.”
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The Gang Bang Party

My wife Jillian and I were invited to a party at a friends house. There were thirty or forty people there. The boys out numbered the girls by about ten. Jill had wore a one piece dress that was made out of some soft clingy material, which ended about three inches above her knee. The neck line was modest but was able to emphasize her 38C breasts. There were two kinds of drinks available, a spiked punch about 20 proof and The Punch at about 70 proof. They were different colors so people could tell them apart. Jill is a light weight drinker as am I, so we stuck to the 20 proof. After a couple of those we were feeling no pain and quite enjoying ourselves. Jill was into the dancing and I couldn’t keep up with her so she had danced a couple of dances with several of the unattached guys.

When my wife gets a little drunk she becomes quite a flirt. She had three or four guys drooling all over her. She finally wore out and came to sit by me for a rest. She was slightly flushed and breathing unevenly. As we talked one of the guys she was dancing with brought her another drink. I saw that it was the 70 proof. She accepted it and took a long drink before I could say anything. Then I noticed that the guys who brought it to her was still there. I glanced at him and noticed that he was looking at my wife’s legs. I looked at her legs and saw that her dress had ridden up. Just as I looked she uncrossed her legs and shifted forward to thank him. I saw his eyes widen and knew that he was looking at my wife’s barely covered pussy. I quickly glanced around the room and noticed several other guys enjoying the view as well. When the guy had gone I leaned over and told Jill what was happening. She turned red and quickly covered up. I noticed that her nipples wear so hard that they were poking right through her bra and dress. She drank the rest of the 70 proof then excused herself to use the restroom. Several guys watched her cross the room on steady legs.

When Jill appeared out of the bathroom she looked better and had a flirtatious look in her eye. She saw me and smiled. I knew that our sex this night would be great. Half way across the room she was stopped by one of the guys. I saw him indicate the dance area as she looked at me. I nodded and she went to dance with him. For the next thirty minutes I watched as she danced with three different guys, flirting outrageously with each of them. They were taking every opportunity to feel as may parts of her body as possible. Their success was amazing. She either wanted them to explore her body or was too drunk to care. When I saw her stumble and two of the guys catch her. I knew that she was smashed. The guy behind her took the opportunity the fall presented and slide his hand up her dress from behind. She was leaning forward on the other guy as the one behind was caressing her ass. His hand moved forward and I saw my wife stiffen. The guy moved his hand back and forth. I knew that he was finger fucking my wife right there. Her face relaxed and her ass moved with him a little bit and then she realized what was happening and stood up. She smiled at them and moved over to sit by me.

She plopped down beside me

“I’m really smashed sweetie.”
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Short Skirt

“That’s not short!” Snorted our new friend Ian, as my wife paraded in front of us. Joy stopped and looked at us all. I was sat grinning and Sarah, Ian’s wife was too.

“You said you were going to wear a short skirt to the party” Ian continued to wind up my wife.

My wife stood before us in a blue suit with a skirt about 2 inches above her knees. It showed her long legs off really well and I knew she felt good in it.

“Not short enough eh?” She shot back at him, “you just wait!” With that she stormed from the hotel room and disappeared.

The three of us laughed as she left and wondered what would happen next. It had all started when we arrived at the hotel a week back to find that there was a celebration party in the hotel for the guests. It was the tenth anniversary for the present owners and they were having a lavish bash.

We had met Ian and Sarah early on and got on really well with them. I had watched Ian looking longingly at Joy from our first meeting. He kept stealing looks down her cleavage and at her legs whenever he had a chance.

One night after sex, I quizzed my wife about him.

“Would you fuck Ian if you got a chance?” I ventured.

“Mmm maybe” she replied and I got hard again…

The skirt thing had started because we had all been talking about what to wear. Ian had badgered her into wearing a “Short” skirt and Joy had said she had intended too. Ian clearly thought it wasn’t short enough!

When Joy came back into the room we all sat stunned. She had cleverly pinned the skirt up until it was just decent enough to go out in, if you had the bottle!

“Now you’re talking girl!” Grinned Ian, “fabulous legs!”

“Like it?” Joy queried as she strutted in front of us.

Ian and I just ogled my wife and it was Sarah who spoke.

“Wear that and you might get more than you expect!”

We all giggled and Joy said, “OK, this then” and left the room.

I was a little embarrassed and glanced across at Sarah. She had slipped a hand into her man’s lap and was gently stroking his erect cock through his trousers.

Sure enough, on the night of the party Joy wore the skirt. When we entered the ballroom, we spotted Ian and Sarah right away. Joy was watched by most of the men present as we moved over to Ian’s table. He watched her intently, his eyes fixed on her long legs.

The party was filled with guests some in nice revealing outfits like Joy’s but none quite as short.

Sarah had a cocktail dress on which exposed her nice cleavage. It wasn’t long before the dancing started and Ian monopolised my wife neatly. At one point Sarah leant over to me and said, “I think my husband wants to fuck your wife.”
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Black Dance Floor

Saturday night at last! She’d been counting the days all week. It wasn’t that often they got out anymore, finances being tight but they’d promised themselves a night on the town with friends and it was finally here.

She’d been rummaging through her wardrobe to find some suitable clothes. A few bars first but maybe a club afterwards? She’d need some flashy gear to suite all possibilities. A dress, yes a dress . She hadn’t had an excuse to wear one for a while. Jeans and tops were her norm. A soft blue summer number seemed appealing. Lifting it off the hook she let her dressing gown slip to the floor. Slipping it on she was delighted to see it still fitted okay. Could she get away without wearing a bra? Fuck yes she thought to herself as she cheekily cupped her breasts.

She was still admiring herself in the mirror when her boyfriend shouted upstairs that the taxi was here. Bloody hell, it’s early she thought. Finding a small blue g-string she slipped it on. Then her favorite black, strapped shoes and she was done.

“You got some money James?” she yelled out as she went downstairs.

“Yeah, now hurry up Sarah! ” came the reply.

One last glimpse of herself in the mirror as she walked out the bedroom. She comically threw her head back and lifted her leg backwards like the old time actresses did in the movies and blew herself a kiss. She felt sexy tonight!

They got into the back of the cab together. The Indian cab driver eyeing her up as she slid over. She noticed his stares and grinned to herself. She secretly got off on lurid glances from other guys. As they traveled to the pub where they were to meet their friends, her boyfriend continuously ran his hand up and down her thigh. Nibbling her neck and whispering in her ear.

“You look so sexy tonight honey. I don’t know why we had to come out, we should have stayed home and fucked all night!”

“Easy tiger … later!” she purred back whilst teasingly stroking the bulge in his trousers.
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Wife Learns To Make Creampies

As we prepared for my upcoming office party, Tammy looked for some pie recipes.

Tammy is my wife and she also happens to be absolutely beautiful.

As she looked through her cookbooks, she kept frowning.

“I can’t find any good recipes. They all seem so average.”

I told her to try the Internet for some ideas. She wanted to bake a cream pie or something like it for the party. She sat down at the desk and began typing.

I heard her say, “Oh my gosh!”

When I turned and looked at the computer screen, there were some pornographic pictures on it.

“I don’t know what I did?” she said.

I looked at her search and she had spelled “creampie”. I told her that she had left off a space between the two words.

A creampie must be something that is X-rated. I also noticed that she still hadn’t closed out the search. In fact, she seemed mesmerized by it instead.

“Can you believe this stuff? It says here that a creampie is when a man ejaculates inside a woman and then they watch it drip out,” said Tammy.

I leaned over her shoulder and hoped that the topic would get her excited. I knew we had plenty of time to fool around and I was always ready.

I said I wanted to see what she was looking at also.

As she scrolled through, she stopped and clicked on a site and said, “Let’s see what this is all about?”

This was unusual for her. Tammy and I never looked at porno on the computer together. I could tell that this was getting to her. I figured I’d make a move on her soon.

The site that she had clicked on had pictures of beautiful women who had semen running out of them.

When she saw a picture of a woman squatting over the mouth of another woman, she said, “Oh that is so nasty. Can you imagine being the woman underneath her?”

I figured I’d just go along with what ever she said. So I told her that all that cum must be nasty tasting.

She turned to me and said, “How would you know?
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Sunbathing Saturday

In the summer of 1973 Aunt Patricia came to visit. She wasn’t my real aunt, not a blood relation, but she was my mother’s oldest friend and I had always known her as ‘aunty’. I didn’t know much about her really, just the bare bones of her life. I knew she’d met my mother in London during the dark years of the Second World War, when she was 16. She’d been orphaned by the Luftwaffe during the blitz and had managed quite competently on her own despite her tender age. No doubt her pretty face and voluptuous figure opened doors for her, and she was a very wealthy woman in 1973.

Patricia arrived in mid July and was still there a month later on a hot Saturday afternoon in August. She’d made a fuss of me when she eased herself elegantly from her Bentley, teasing me mildly about how much I’d grown, how I’d filled out etc, and I was treated to a butterfly winged kiss on the cheek, her subtle scent gently enveloping me when she briefly held me close to her bosom. Patricia was grace and elegance personified. She was always tastefully dressed and immaculately groomed, simply oozing sophistication. Her face was still beautiful and her figure voluptuous and curvy at the age of 46. It was her figure that I noticed on that fateful Saturday afternoon when I spied her sunbathing on the patio at the rear of our house.

I’d been out, and mum and dad were away. We weren’t expecting them back until late Sunday, and it appeared that Patricia had taken advantage of being alone and decided to get in a spot of sunbathing. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw her from an upstairs window. She was stretched out on a sun lounger gloriously naked, and I feasted my eyes on her magnificent, oiled body. My cock stiffened instantly as I gloried in Patricia’s total abandonment. Her full, round breasts and dark brown nipples glistened with the sheen of her sun oil and were a magnet for my hungry eyes. I was captivated by the sight of her crinkly haired pubic bush, as my eyes roved over every glorious, naked inch of her voluptuous body.

I’d never seen a naked woman before in my life and my stomach flipped and fluttered as I stood for long minutes, drinking in every detail of Patricia’s nakedness. The lust for the mature woman was an ache in my hard cock, and I conjured up vivid fantasy images of her in my fevered 18 year old mind. I longed to suck on her big, rubbery nipples, to maul her heavy tits with both hands, and to stab at her experienced cunt with my virgin prick.

I had a brief moment of panic when Patricia sat upright on the lounger. Her tits swung and wobbled weightily as Patricia raised herself, and I was relieved to see that she was just changing position, turning over to sun her back when she settled down on the lounger again. I committed the detail of Patricia’s shapely figure and fleshy buttocks to memory as I spied on her from the cool interior of the house. My cock was still throbbing stiffly, begging for release, and I found myself standing in the doorway of Patricia’s bedroom.
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Suzis New Bikini

It was nice hot summer’s day and a group of us had decided to meet up at the beach. Having the day totally free I got there early, picking up a choice sparking spot and being able to get a nice spot to dump my stuff on the beach. Then I went swimming.

Others arrived as the day wore on and we were all just mucking around generally, sometimes in the water and sometimes not. No harm and we weren’t bothering anyone. Just a bunch of young adults enjoying themselves.

Little Suzy was one of the last to arrive. Cute little kid with a cute little car. I suppose the car give the lie to her being a kid as she’d have to be eighteen to have her license. Still, it amused me to call her that, mainly because it drove her wild.

We were all in the water when Suzy arrived. She came scampering over the sand in this little white bikini, and if the car didn’t say she was of age, her figure in that bikini did. I was almost offended, it was so small, and I had to bite my tongue not to tell her to go and get some clothes on. She’d have loved that, I bet.

She came wading out to join the group and was already waist deep when this slightly larger wave came rolling in. It washed around her, almost coming up to her neck and then the water died down and I was looking at little Suzy and thinking, “Oh shit.”

I had to look twice. Three times, actually. The first time I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The second was to make sure I wasn’t mistaken. The third was because she had quite lovely little breasts and they were on plain view and I didn’t want to look away.

I moved very quickly, cutting between her and the crowd, shielding her from view. She looked at me curiously as I moved closer.

“Hi, Mike,” she said smiling. “What’s up?”

“My blood pressure. What the hell do you think you’re wearing?”

“It’s a bikini. What’s wrong with it? Everyone wears them.”

“Not like that one,” I told her. “Take a look.” I nodded towards her breasts, not daring to look at them while she was this close.

She looked down and went white, then red, then white again. She finished up choosing a nice red blush as her arms crossed in front of her. Her lovely new white bikini turned totally transparent when wet and it was as though she was topless.

“Stay like that for a moment,” I told her, and sank below the water. Then I was standing again, shaking the water from my head and smiling.

“Same down below,” I told her. “I could see you’ve shaped a nice little landing strip down there. I could also see the playing field at the end of the strip.”

Suzy was horrified, and infuriated that I was finding it amusing.

“It’s not funny,” she hissed at me, almost crying. “What am I supposed to do?”

“That depends on how much of an exhibitionist you are. You can join the group like that. The boys sure won’t mind.”
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More Party Games

I like getting laid as much as the next girl, but I’m not always prepared to be fucked by just any cock that happens to be brought to a party. I like to be a bit choosey. So I don’t go much for those party games where you draw for a partner and head for the nearest bedroom.

But I played a game last month that really got to me. I was wondering why our hostess Melanie had said we had to wear dresses not jeans, and weren’t allowed to bring a partner. It turned out there were twelve of us, including Melanie, six of each sex. None of us girls had met any of the men before. This was important, Melanie said, because the game we were going to play required that we didn’t know anything about each other.

There were two real bedworthy hunks, and the other four weren’t bad looking, either. Circulating, getting to know each other, I suddenly realized how well Melanie had chosen. I could have fucked any one of them. Or any six. They all had bulges in their jeans I could hardly take my eyes off, and I caught one guy stroking his once or twice.

Well, after a few drinks Melanie said it was time for the special game. The girls all had to go into one of the bedrooms, all except for Melanie. You can bet there was some guessing about the size of the fucking gear inside those bulges. Melanie came back after a while and explained the game. She gave us each a pencil and a notepad. The pad had the numbers one to six down the left side. When you go in there, she said, the guys will all have numbers but their faces will be hidden, and you’re going to have to guess who each one is. Just write down the name against the number.

So we went into the other room. and I’d never imagined such a scene in my wildest dreams. Melanie had rigged a large sheet across the room. The men were ll standing behind it, with six rampant pricks poking through holes in the sheet, and six pairs of balls hanging below them. I’d never seen a sight like it—six fabulous fucking organs in a row, all standing to attention. The game was we had to guess which guy each set of genitalia belonged to.

“No cheating,” Melanie said. “No feeling around to see what the men are wearing behind the curtain. You can look at these beauties, feel them, taste them, jerk them off, anything you like. Except don’t hurt them.”

“Do you know who they are?” I asked Melanie.

“No way. I left them to decide where they’d stand. And don’t be greedy. No more than half a minute with each one. We don’t want them cumming before the game’s finished.”
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Busted While Fucking The Boss

My closest girlfriend — the only person besides myself who knew some of the surreptitious details — asked me what possible reason I had in seeing a married man.

“You’re playing with fire, girl,” said Stephanie, a woman I met in high school and whose friendship I treasure years later. “It can only lead to trouble! Trouble, with a Capital T.”

Steph didn’t know all the details of my relationship with K. Linford Little. Heck, she didn’t even know about my clandestine relationship with my former boss until after I had broken up with the man. It was in the weeks following the breakup where I revealed to the woman how I had been seeing my former boss for several years, how I fell in love with him, and how I broke things off when I finally came to the realization that my objective and his weren’t in tandem.

I had wanted something long term, while he was using me for a fling, and that was that.

Stephanie was understanding and supportive at the time. But, months later, when I resumed my relationship with Mr. Little, she was anything but. She emphatically told me that being with a married man who had no desire for anything other than “secretive companionship” was a prelude to disaster.

I, on the other hand, looked at it in a different way. Unlike the old days when I really thought I’d one day become Mrs. Little number two, the new me and the new relationship with the man was completely different. We were, well, play toys for each other, getting together for friendship, companionship and, yes, sex. With no strings attached.

Mr. Little remained married to wife number one and only, I dated several guys before hooking up with and eventually moving in with a great guy, and from time to time my former boss and I would secretively get together for some secluded rendevous.

It’s not easy to explain my need to see Mr. Little or his need to see me. Sure, our brief time together normally ended in a sexual situation, but that’s not the only reason for our serendipity. The sex was great, satisfying and wonderful, but the time together was too. We liked very much our time together. For me, I went home with my head held high and with great memories after each meeting.

Well, at least most of the time. Sometimes, though, I sensed my good friend Stephanie might have been a little bit more than correct in her assessment of my walking the tightrope of danger and trouble my having an affair with a married man. Especially given some of the settings for our meetings.

As mentioned in prior stories, Mr. Little and I agreed early in our relationship that his office was not the appropriate place for us to, uh, frolic. That is where it all began, of course, back in the days when I worked for the man years my senior. But we quickly realized that the danger of being caught in the act in his office was something that would not be career enhancing to either of us. So we took our show on the road, so to speak, meeting in mall parking lots, no-tell motels, parks, recreation centers. Of course we found many ways to mess around in his car, getting into all kinds of compromising positions, acting like horny teenagers. I think the car and sex go together, always have, as just the naughtiness of being in a semi-public location with the threat of being caught sends good shivers up my spine and excites my love buds.

I’ve chronicled a number of these activities and locations, but what happened Saturday was an outright doozy of a situation. It’s one that still gives me chills and, of course, brings Stephanie to mind, lecturing me on being stupid.

At 9 a.m. my cell phone rang, and Mr. Little asked if I could talk. “Hi sweetie, can you talk?”
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You Can Call Me Jo

The night air was cool as we walked out of the club but we barely noticed, the drinks had really dulled the senses and the evenings’ entertainment had our minds on things other than the weather. John had come home on leave from the army and a boys night out had seemed like a really good plan except now it was 3:00 A.M. and we were pretty drunk not to mention pretty horny. Against my better judgment we decided to call my wife JoAnn. After about ten minutes of serious bitching she agreed to pick us up but not before making it clear that the strippers in the club were going to be the last bare titties I was going to see for a while.

The ride home loosened JoAnn up a little, John and I are very happy drunks, and as we got closer to the house I started thinking that a little two on one might make for a fun end for the evening. The only problem with my plan was my sweet little wife still wanted to be mad at me, although we had mellowed her out a little with our drunken antics on the way home she still wouldn’t respond to my advances. Every time I would put a hand on her thigh or try to cup her firm little titty she would push my hand away or move my arm from around her.

JoAnn and I had only been married about a year but we had been dating for three years before that and the one thing I knew is that, at twenty, she was the only woman that I’d ever met with a sex drive equal to my own and it wouldn’t take to much convincing to get her in the mood. Sure enough by the end of the thirty minute ride to the house, though she still would not admit it, she was ready for a good hard fuck. The only thing left now was to convince her to take me AND my best friend at the same time, that proved a little trickier . . . but not much.

When we arrived at the house I immediately started heading JoAnn toward the bed room, kissing her ear and rubbing her sexy 32 b’s through the T-shirt she wore. She was really starting to respond now but right before we got to our bed room she asked “What about John? Should I get him a blanket and pillow for the couch?” “No” I said “I think he should join us baby” “Hey that sounds good to me!” I heard John laugh from behind us, already peeling his shirt off. “You’re both crazy if you think I’m going to be your ten-dollar hooker for the night!” She said as she turned to go into the room. I grabbed her from behind in a big bear hug nibbling on her ear and slipping my hand down the front of her sweat pants, her panties were soaked and I could feel her legs quiver as my fingers brushed her clit through the thin fabric. “Aw come on Jo It’ll be fun” I heard John from behind me. Now you have to under stand my wife hates to be called Jo and John usually only does it to piss her off so when she turned to cuss him and only said “Well I guess we could” I was shocked, then I looked behind me to see that John was now completely naked. At six foot two we were the same height but his Army training had really built his muscles and his semi erect cock was already at least seven inches, the length of mine erect. “Lets see those sexy little tits of yours Jo” John added grinning “All right guys” She said turning to enter the bedroom and stripping off the T-shirt “come on and quit calling me Jo!”
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