The Brother in Law's Revenge
written by:
Joshua
I've been a freelance photographer for more than thirty years. While I make a decent living shooting sporting events, weddings, and community events, I also do pretty well in the portrait studio. My specialty is children, but I also photograph families, and, if they ask, their pets as well.You can imagine, I'm sure, at the number of requests I also receive from my family to take their family portraits as well. Lately, I've become even less reluctant to photography anyone in my family other than my wife and children because they seem to expect me to do their family portraits, kids birthdays parties, baptisms, or anything else that is important to them. Yet, they never offer to pay for my services, either. I mean, I don't need them to pay my normal fees, but they don't even offer a single dime in payment. I complain about the situation to my wife, but she just tells me I need to just take it all in stride, do the photo sessions, and forget about being paid.
The biggest offender is my brother-in-law. He's a braggart and refuses to admit that he's ever wrong. Too many times, he's invited me to come along with him on some type of outing only for me to find that what he really wants is for me to bring my cameras and take photos of him having fun. The last time he invited me to do something with him, for example, was the last straw, and I swore I'd get revenge on him. You see, he invited me to go hunting with him. Now, I don't hunt, but I do enjoy going out into the forests with my cameras and taking hard to get decent nature shots. Last November, Steve, my brother in law, invited me to his hunting lodge in the premise that we'd be walking the animal trails in search of big-racked deer. I brought my equipment, rode with Steve the twenty-five miles to the lodge, and when we arrived, was disappointed to learn that what I thought was a hunting trip was actually no more than gathering if his obnoxious friends who wanted me to spend the entire weekend with them taking photos of them getting drunker by the minute. I was miserable for the entire weekend and couldn't wait to get home.
Now, I'd like to say that the incident ended there. But it didn't. No, instead, Steve called my wife and said I'd been a complete ass the entire weekend and that I'd personally ruined the entire outing. My wife became pissed at me, and wouldn't listen to my side of the story. She stopped speaking to me, and as expected, refused to have sex with me for almost two months. No matter how I tried to explain what really happened, my wife refused to believe her brother could be so manipulative.
If this had been the first time Steve had dicked me over, that would be one thing. But to be honest, he's done one despicable thing to me time after time, and I've decided it has to end now. I simply hate the bastard: I really do. So, that was when I decided that I could beat Steve at his own game. I wanted revenge, but I also wanted to get back at him in a way he would never know what happened. I want to do something to him that, for the rest of my life, only I will know what actually took place.
But there's a problem, you see. Despite being a bastard, Steve has a wonderful beautiful wife who is the mother of his children. When I first met Carol, she and Steve had been married almost six years. By that time, they already had three children with another on the way. They now have six children altogether, with the oldest nearing her twenty-second birthday. Carol is a bit tall for a woman, standing almost five feet, ten inches high. Her long, brunette hair drapes over her shoulders, and her high cheekbones give her face a rather attractive quality. Two piercing green eyes highlight her face, and her smile is composed of a set of brilliantly white teeth. Because of her height, she has a set of sexy, well-toned legs that I often found it difficult to not stare at whenever she would wear shorts or a short skirt. And because she is a professional who works in an office, she has to dress well. You'd do a double-take if you saw the way Carol struts around in a pair of four inch stiletto heels: I often do, although I have to make sure my wife doesn't catch me eyeing Carol's body. Carol's tits are also impressive, and seem to grow in size with each birth. She gained a bit of weight with each birth, which, as most mothers will do, found it difficult to shed the pounds. At one point, Carol's weight topped at two hundred pounds, and she developed a slight paunch around her midsection. But now, since the births have stopped, Carol seems on her way to shedding all the excess weight she'd gained. She'd joined a health club, and often arrived at our house in a leotard and tights after her workouts. Each time she did, I eye-fucked her, again, making sure my wife didn't catch me.
But the best quality about Carol was her personality. She has the best sense of humor I've ever encountered, and on top of all that, she's just incredibly nice. Not once as she ever said anything cross to me, and has always been pleasant to be with. Of all my sisters-in-law, she's my favorite. But I liked Carol for a number of reasons, chief among them being the fact that Carol and often had short but deep discussions about any and all matters. Usually, however, these conversations were cut short because one of the children needed something, or something needed cleaning up, or whatever. And I always got the sense that Carol never had stimulating conversation with her idiot husband. The fact that Steve was stubborn, opinionated, and usually just outright mean to people had me convinced that Steve and Carol were not quite the happily married couple they pretended to be at family gatherings. I just had this feeling that there was something Carol wanted to talk about, but most likely felt there was no one who was interested in her feelings.
I recall one time, about eight years ago, the entire family came together at a small mountain lake. The cabin was filled with people running in all directions, and the days were hectic but fun. One night, after everyone had gone off to bed, I removed a bottle of bourbon from the bar and made my way down to the lake shore. I built a small fire and sat alone in the wonderful solitude, sipping the bourbon and becoming lost in my thoughts. I'd been at the shore about a half hour when I heard leaves rustling behind me. Turning quickly, and thinking some wild animal was close to wandering into my getaway, I was relieved when I saw Carol emerge from the shadows. She wore a long-sleeved shirt to ward off the slight chill in the night air, but other than that, her long, tanned legs protruded from under the shirt, her skin glowing from the fire light. "Hi, Ron," Carol said to me as she sat on the opposite end of the fat log I'd dragged to the fire place to sit on. "Couldn't sleep, so thought I'd join you." I saw Carol eyeing the bourbon bottle, and when I offered the bottle to her, was surprised to see her tip the bottleneck to her lips and take a full swig of the brown liquid. Handing the bottle back to me, all she said was "Thanks," and returned her stare to the flames. Carol and I sat in understood silence for several long moments, the only sound between us the cracking of the fire. I again extended my hand with the liquor bottle and again she took a long pull. But rather than extend her arm and return the bottle, to my surprise, Carol slid her butt along the log until only mere inches separated our bodies. Even in the night air, I could smell her cologne, basking in the scent of a woman who had no idea of the effect she had on me. We chatted silently for an hour, and while we discussed simple, mundane topics, I sensed there was still something behind her words, something she wanted to talk about, but didn't know how to begin.
When the need for sleep finally overtook me, I doused the flames and poured water from the lake onto the embers. "Well, I guess we should get on back to the house," I said as Carol rose and stood in front of me. Although it was almost total darkness at the lake shore, Carol's eyes bore into mine, and I had to fight myself from grasping her body, bringing her lips to mine, and kissing my sister-in-law. Without a sound, however, I turned and Carol and I walked side by side along the well-known but darkened path that led us to the cabin. Halfway there, however, I felt Carol slip her hand inside mine and grasp my hand tightly. I intertwined my fingers into hers and we walked as lovers will do, silently, but knowing the other is there. Just before we emerged from the treeline, I released Carol's hand, or perhaps she released mine. Either way, the next day, and not once since that day have either Carol or myself discussed being alone in the dark woods and holding hands.
But it's because I never forgot that evening, and the many times Carol and I have met at family functions that I knew exactly how I'd get revenge on Steve. Late one evening, after everyone in my family had gone to bed, I sat in mu studio and hatched a plan that I thought was brilliant. All I needed now was to meet Carol and discuss with her a "brainstorm" I had concocted.
It was raining and sleeting when I called Carol the next afternoon. "Hello, Carol," I said warmly. "I'm wondering of you might have some free time this afternoon or perhaps early evening." When Carol said that it was Steve's night to play poker with his dumbass buddies - my words, not Carol's - I began to believe there might be hope for my plan to succeed. "Well, then, how would you like to meet me for a drink at the Old Town Tavern, say around six o'clock?" Carol seemed intrigued and agreed to meet me. For the remainder of the afternoon, I found myself eagerly awaiting the appointed hour when I'd meet my sister-in-law. I arrived at the tavern ten minutes early in order to make sure we sat in a booth in a secluded part of the bar. I ordered a double bourbon from the waiter - I needed the liquid courage the warm, brown beverage provide me - and told him I was expecting a guest who should be arriving at any moment.
I'd been seated only five minutes when I saw Carol walk through the tavern door. She'd evidently come to the bar directly from work because she was still dressed in her work clothes. She wore a black dress, the hem ending several inches above her shapely knees. Three inch high heels encased her feet, the sound of the pencil-thin stems clicking on the tiled floor. Both her shoulder length brown hair and her tits bounced with each step, my eyes focused more on her titties than her hair. As she neared me, I had to admit that despite having six children, Carol had done an exceptional job of losing the baby fat after each birth. Her figure was bottle-shaped: wide at the tits and hips, but slimmer in the waist area. The black one-piece dress clung tightly to her curves, and I momentarily recalled those summer family outings when she'd worn a bikini. On those occasions, although she was my sister in law, I still found myself being stimulated by Carol as I took long, lustful looks with my eyes hidden behind my sunglasses.
Carol smiled at me as she arrived at the booth, and I stood and we exchanged kisses in the cheeks. The perfume she wore wafted to my nostrils, a floral scent that reminded me of tropical beaches. Carol slid into the booth across from me, and when the waiter arrived, ordered the same bourbon I was drinking. We chatted amicably and waited for the waiter to return with Carol's drink as I intentionally stayed away from telling Carol why I'd asked her to meet me this far outside of town. Finally, after the waiter returned with Carol's drink, she leaned forward across the table and asked me what the meeting was all about.
I knew I had to proceed carefully at this point, so I began by asking Carol if she knew what the date was. When she informed me that we were just at the beginning of January, I asked her what if she had any Valentine's Day plans with Steve. "Oh, I suppose we'll go out to dinner, as we always do," she said. "Why do you ask?" she said as her sea-green eyes once again locked in on mine. Still feeling the need to delay -which was part of the plan - I answered her question with a question of my own. I asked Carol if she had any ideas for a Valentine's Day gift for Steve. To my surprise, Carol let out a loud laugh before quickly placing her hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter. "Are you kidding me, Ron?" she asked. "Steve always gets me the same thing for Valentine's Day: flowers. And that's it." When she saw a quizzical expression on my face, Carol said, "I always purchase something special for Steve, but no matter how much work I put into getting him a gift, he always takes the easy way out and buys flowers." Carol sat back in the booth, lifted the bourbon to her lips, and drained the glass in one quick gulp. I quickly signaled the waiter for another round which arrived only a few short moments later. Okay, Ron, I told myself: A door's been opened. Now open it a bit wider.
"Well, Carol, I have an idea of a gift you can give your husband, one I am certain will cause him to give you something more special than just flowers," I said. When Carol asked what I had in mind, I knew I had her attention, but still felt the need to move slowly and cautiously. And that is when I launched the next step of my plan. "Well, you know, Carol, I just believe Steve hung the moon, I really do," I lied. Carol had no idea I detested her husband or that I had concocted a plan of revenge for him. "And because I admire him so much, I wanted to give you the opportunity for both of us to show Steve how much we appreciate him." Not missing a beat, I drained my second glass of bourbon and leaned forward across the table toward Carol. Slowly, I slid my hand over hers, and with my eyes staring intently at my sister-in-law, I said, "Let me photograph you for and you can give the photos to Steve before Valentine's Day. Believe me, once he sees the photos, he'll give you much more than flowers."
By now, Carol was fully intrigued with my words. Leaving her hand under mine, she leaned closer to me and asked, "But why should photos cause Steve to act differently, Ron?" With her free hand, she again drained the bourbon and signaled to the waiter for another round of drinks. The waiter arrived so quickly, I made a mental note to double his tip. And although the waiter had arrived, Carol's focus was still sharp, still on the topic of photos for her husband. "Just what type of photos are we talking about here, Ron?" she asked.
The moment for the kill had arrived. I knew it was now or never, and I almost hesitated and told Carol I would do simple but tastefully done portraits. But the taste of sweet revenge was in my mouth as well as the bourbon, so I pressed on. "Well, Carol, I was thinking that the perfect way for us to both show our appreciation and love for Steve would be for you to pose in your lingerie. We can do the session next week and I'll have the prints ready for you well before Valentine's Day." I sat back now, pulling away from Carol, and watched as she sipped the brown bourbon into her mouth. The silence in the booth was overwhelming as I waited for Carol to throw her drink in my face and leave the tavern.
But she didn't. Instead, Carol placed the glass on the table, leaned forward toward me again, and said, "Ron, that is one hell of an idea." For the next twenty minutes, I explained to Carol how a lingerie shoot went, and that she could bring as many costume changes as she wished. We agreed to meet the following Wednesday, when, fortunately for me, my wife would be away on a business trip. It was then that I felt the need to urinate, so excused myself, returning to the booth a few moments later. In my absence, two things had taken place. First, the bourbon glasses had been refilled. But as I retook my seat in the booth, it was when I looked across the table at Carol that I saw something else had happened while I was gone. In the short time I was away, Carol had opened the top four buttons of her dress, now exposing a significant line of cleavage and the first hint of the black lace bra that encased her tits. When I was finally able to return my eyes to Carol's, a small, knowing smile crossed her red-lipstick colored lips, and I knew she'd opened her dress intentionally. We finished the last round of drinks and drove back to town in our own cars. Along the way, I couldn't help but pact myself on the back for the way my plan was panning out.
As the days passed before the photo session, I scanned several instructional photo manuals I had to try and create a series of photos and poses I wanted Carol to perform. I have to admit that the thought of this tall, statuesque woman barely dressed with me in the studio caused my cock to grow time after time. In fact, on the night before my wife left for her trip, I found myself aroused at the thought of Carol being only half-dressed, and before dawn broke, fucked my wife three times, each time fantasizing about my cock sliding between Carol's pussy lips. For the remainder of the day, thoughts of how I'd fantasized about fucking Carol filled my brain, and I passed the day with a smile on my face.
Finally, the evening came of Carol's photo session. I'd already set up the studio lights and backdrops in order to minimize the amount of time I'd need to begin the session after Carol arrived. I'd also remembered to purchase three bottles of white wine, now cooling in the refrigerator. True to her word, my sister in law arrived right at six o'clock, a small leather bag in her hand. "Hey there, handsome," Carol said to me as we once again exchanged kisses on the cheeks. And just as had happened at the tavern, the same tropical scent of her perfume drifted to my nose, again reminding me of warm, mysterious evenings at the beach. As planned, I offered Carol a freshly poured glass of wine, which she readily accepted. I led her to the studio, wine glass in hand, explained my shooting process, and guided her to the guest bedroom, located just off the studio. It was then that I stopped, and placed my hand on Carol's arm. For a long, silent moment, I stared at Carol as a questioning expression crossed her face. Finally, I said, "Carol, I want you to be comfortable and at ease while we're shooting. I also want you to know that I'm experienced at doing lingerie shoots, and so, there's nothing you can show me which I haven't seen before."
Carol stared back at me for one long moment before her face broke out into a wide smile. She leaned forward, placed her lips again on my cheek and whispered into my ear, "That may be so, Ron, but I guarantee you haven't seen anything like me before, either." We both laughed out loud and I stepped aside so she could enter the spare bedroom and dress for the shooting. Yes sir, Ron, I said to myself, everything is working out just perfectly. Just before the door closed, I explained to Carol that once she was ready to begin, I'd be waiting for her in the studio. I also explained that I normally wear only shorts and a t-shirt when shooting because the photo lights often raised the room temperature. Carol entered the spare bedroom and turned to look at me. "Oh, and don't forget your wine," I said as I gently closed the door behind me. I quickly made my way to my bedroom, undressed, and while I was tempted to do so, resisted the temptation to stroke my cock, knowing that Carol was at that moment just as naked as I was, in the spare bedroom located directly below my master bedroom. I dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, and black t-shirt. Barefooted, I made my way back downstairs to the studio.
I was not prepared for what waited for me upon my return to the studio. Before Carol had arrived, I'd sat a small barstool in the center of the shooting area, a prop I wanted to use for at least some of the photos I planned to take. I wanted to photograph Carol sitting on the stool, her long legs stretched out before her, highlighting one of her more noticeable physical assets. But when I returned to the studio shooting area, I found Carol waiting for me, sitting on the stool, dressed for the first part of the shooting session.
And the sight took my breath away. Yes, I'd seem Carol many times over the years in a bikini, low cut blouse, short shorts, whatever. Yes, I'd lusted at her body, regardless of what she wore. But I'd never yet seen my sister in law wearing nothing more than a man's shirt. I supposed the shirt belonged to my idiot brother in law, but Carol looked absolutely stunning in the white, oversized garment. Her legs were bare and her feet were encased in a pair of white leather high heels with four inch stiletto heels. She'd teased her hair as well, the dark brown strands now standing out somewhat from her head. Carol was perched upon the stool, the heels braced upon the support bar, drinking from the wine glass. I stood in absolute stunned awe, staring openly at Carol. Yes, I'd seen her at the lake in a skimpy bikini which did a great job of exposing almost all of her massive, 38dd tits. But for some reason, knowing Carol was naked under the shirt got to me, and I felt the first flutters of a hard cock growing under my shorts. The shirt Carol wore was open more than halfway, the small gap affording me a view of the inside edges of her tits. Carol had applied additional makeup, with extra mascara applied around her eyes, and her lips heavily coated with red lipstick. Dear god, but she looked stunning.
Carol smiled at me over the wine glass as she drained the final few drops of the liquid. I immediately refilled her glass, because, as per my plan, she needed to be filled with as much wine as I could press on her. Taking the now refilled glass from her slender hand, I turned to face Carol again and said, "Well, then, shall we get started?" Carol nodded her head and I moved behind the tripod where I'd mounted the camera.
For the next twenty minutes, I had Carol form one pose after another, using the stool as a prop for her body. She reclined against the stool, she sat atop it with her legs spread, she even leaned over the stool as she stared into the camera. When I suggested she open the short fully, Carol never hesitated, slowly opening the few remaining buttons until the middle section of her upper torso was exposed and the inner curves of each huge tit filled my eyes. It was then I saw that Carol had decided to wear a skin-toned panty under the shirt, which was a source of disappointment to me. I'd hope to see a glimpse of her pussy, but the thin material covering her cunt prevented me from doing so. By now, Carol was on her third glass of wine, and I'd barely touched my first glass. I decided, then, it was time to make my next move.
"Okay, Carol," I said as I moved toward her. "I want you to sit in the stool, but before that, why don't we remove the panties?" I knew my suggestion had only one of two results: either Carol would refuse to remove the garment covering her cunt, or she would agree and we'd be moving on to the next stage of my plan. To my surprise, but also to my pleasure, Carol agreed, turned her back to me, and after wiggling her ass to my ultimate delight, wiggled her way out of the panties, allowing them to remain on the floor where she'd kicked them off her high-heeled feet. Back on the stool now, I had Carol open the shirt until just the nipples remained hidden, although I was able to detect their presence by the tell-tale bumps protruding from the fabric. More wine followed as I spent the next ten minutes having Carol pose one way and then another.
It was when I had her face away from me that I caught my first glimpse of paydirt. "Okay, Carol, now, I want you to lean over the stool, facing away from me." Carol did as she was asked, leaning over the stool. But there was something wrong with the pose. Moving behind Carol, I placed my hands on her shirt-covered hips. "Here, let's spread your legs a bit, okay?" Carol moved each foot a few inches away from each other, but I wasn't satisfied with the distance she'd moved her feet. Taking a chance, I moved my hands down to the hem of the shirt, my palms half-covered with fabric, and half-covered with Carol's soft, warm skin of her upper thigh. Again, she didn't flinch when I patted each leg and said, "Spread them a bit more, dear." Finally, Carol's legs were where I wanted them and I moved back to the camera. After taking several shots, I said, "Okay, now stand, and let's see what we can do about your shoulders." As if she were reading my mind, Carol began to slowly remove the shirt from her shoulders, the sound of my camera snapping frame after frame, until finally, the shirt was completely off her shoulders and lay wrapped around her waist like a blanket. Carol was looking at me over her shoulder as I continued to snap away.
It was then that I asked Carol to raise the hem of the short slowly in order for me to take a series of shots where she exposed increasingly greater amounts of her legs. Carol placed her hands on the low-lying shirttail, and began to inch the material slowly up her legs. Wonderful amounts of bare legs filled my lens, and while my cock grew harder, Carol finally stopped when the bunched up shirt was just barely covering her shapely ass. Deciding we'd gone far enough at this stage, I called for a short break, making sure Carol's wine glass was filled again.
I told Carol I believed it was time for a costume change. Carol quickly pulled the shirt up and over her shoulders, but made no move to button the shirt. She did, however, accept another glass of wine and we stood and chatted quietly for several moments about how the shooting was going. When Carol asked what she should change into next, I told her I'd like to go for the sultry, mysterious look. "Well, I certainly brought the clothes for that," she said as she attempted to step around me to make her way to the spare bedroom where her small bag waited for her.
But it was when I attempted to step around Carol that our bodies met. She stepped forward at the same time I did, causing her barely covered tits to press against my chest. I felt her nipples press against me as well, adding to the misery I was experiencing at the moment. But having Carol's body pressed against me also provided her with the unmistakable sensation of having my hard cock pressed against her as well. Carol's eyes never wavered from mine, and it was as if a silent message passed between us. But she did nothing more than smile at me as she slid her body around mine and stepped into the spare bedroom. I so desperately wanted to kick in the door, throw my sister in law to the bed, and fuck her like mad. But I was also interested in how she would reappear for the next segment of our shooting session. Reluctantly, I busied myself with the camera gear for the next few moments and waited for Carol to reappear.
When Carol reentered the studio, my heart stopped. She strode into the room wearing a black lace corset with built-in pushup bra, black thong, black, silk, seamed stockings, and five inch patent leather stiletto heels. Long, black velvet, elbow-length gloves covered her arms. She sat on the stool again, her long legs laid out before her. She'd teased her hair even more, giving her the appearance of a barely dressed prostitute. Thick mascara lined her eyes, and bright, ruby red lipstick covered her luscious lips. My eyes traveled over every micrometer of Carol's body, my motion abruptly stopped as I stared at my sister in law in a way I never had before. I was brought out of my stupor by Carol's voice.
"You can breathe now, Ron," she said as she extended her right hand and waited for me to provide her with another glass of wine. I laughed as I realized I'd probably appeared stupid staring at my sister in law. I placed the goblet in her gloved hand, and we clinked glasses again in a silent toast. After a quick sip from the wine goblet, I placed the glass on a nearby table, grasped my camera, and described to Carol the types of photos I thought would work best for how she was dressed.
But by this time, Carol had become comfortable enough with me that she felt she could also suggest certain poses. I agreed, and for the next half hour, Carol preformed like a professional model. She used the stool as a prop, bending over it, sliding upon it, doing whatever I asked. By the end of the half hour, I'd taken close to one hundred digital photos, each unique in its own way. And because the photo lights are hot, the room temperature rose, and Carol had at least two more glasses of wine over the course of the shooting. I was uncertain as to how intoxicated she might have become by then, but to her credit, Carol never wavered or lost her balance, despite standing in the pencil-thin stiletto heels. I removed the stool and had Carol move to the backdrop, wanting to photograph there for a different view. I positioned Carol with her chest facing and touching the backdrop, and instructed her to once again look at me over her right shoulder. Without me asking, Carol spread her legs wide again. I stepped back and began another series of digital shots, each one better than the other.
By now, however, the heat in the room had risen substantially, and I decided it was time for the final stage of my plan. Moving close to Carol, I noticed a thin covering of perspiration covering her almost naked ass cheeks. Perfect, I said to myself: just what I was hoping for.
"Carol, I'd like to do a series of shots similar to what we did with the shirt," I said over her right shoulder. "Would you mind removing the bra?" I asked with mild trepidation. Carol turned her head away from me, and I was certain she'd leave the studio. But instead, I watched as she lifted her arms and extended her hands behind her back. With her fingers still encased in the elbow-length gloves, she attempted to unclasp the bra, but couldn't gain a secure enough grip on the small hooks holding the bra to her body. "Here, let me help you with that," I said as she lowered her hands and I placed my fingers, shaking by now, on the wide lace enclosure holding the bra to her body. Carol stood stone still while I fumbled with the clasp, then finally succeeded in separating the two ends. Using my shaking hands, I ran my fingers under the thin bra straps up and over Carol's shoulders, releasing the lacy garment from her body. Carol assisted me by removing the bra from her front side, again throwing the garment to the floor as she had earlier with her panties. Looking down, I saw the bra lying on the floor between her ultra-high heeled feet, the sight now causing my cock to rise to maximum hardness and length.
Stepping back from Carol, we created several poses while I snapped away with the camera. I had her look over both shoulders, loving the way her green eyes reflected in the studio lights. But knowing Carol's naked tits and nipples were being pressed against the backdrop caused my cock to hurt. It was then that I moved to the next step in my plan, one that would either make or break what I had planned. "Carol, if you're willing, I'd like to do a series of shots with you facing me now, with your breasts exposed." Carol remained facing the backdrop, as if she were hesitating and rethinking the photo shoot. I intentionally pressed my cock between her ass cheeks, deciding that now was the break-even moment. Into her ear, I whispered, "These next shots will be the ones your husband will love the most." Then, taking a step back, I waited for what seemed an eternity while Carol remained facing away from me.
It was when my sister-in-law turned to face me that my heart began to beat loudly and forcefully in my chest. Carol turned to face me, and for the first time since I'd come to know and be related to her, the most magnificent set of tits I've ever seen entered my vision. Each titty was perfectly round, not drooping as a woman of Carol's age will do, the nipples the longest and largest I've ever seen. Carol simply stared at me, and I did everything I could to prevent myself from rushing toward her and taking her. But I had a plan, and I was almost at the stage where I wanted to be. Be patient, Ron, I told myself: be patient.
This evening had been one pleasant surprise after another, and to my pleasure, I found there were more to come. Staring at Carol's magnificent tits, I was brought out of my stupor by her voice. "What's the matter, Ron?" I heard her ask. Raising my eyes to hers, she asked, "Surely you've seen a woman's tits before." Still unable to move, Carol simply looked at me and said, "Wasn't it you who said I didn't have anything you hadn't seen before?" With my heart now pounding like massive drums in my chest, I realized the moment had come, that time when I needed to act quickly or risk my plan falling apart. I lowered my camera and stood in front of Carol, our bodies very close, but not yet touching.
"Here's what we're going to do next," I said, my voice hoarse with pure lust. I took the next minute to explain to Carol that I believed everyman had a secret desire to see how closely his wife resembled a prostitute. Of course, all this was bullshit, but it was also part of my plan. "So, we're going to cover half of your face with your hair." Extending my arms, I brushed long strands of Carol's chocolate-brown hair to cover the right side of her face. "Okay, now, let's spread your legs wide," I said, taking the liberty of placing my hands on the inside of Carol's stocking-covered legs, and patting the upper inner thigh area with my hands. My fingers were dangerously close to Carol's pussy now, still covered by the black silk thong. I was emboldened by my efforts when Carol neither flinched nor stepped back from my touches. Looking down, however, I was thrilled to see small tufts of pussy hair protruding through the thin garment.
Deciding that if Carol was willing to reveal her tits, she might also be willing to remove the thin, black thong covering her cunt. Taking a deep breath, I slid the tip of my right index finger inside the waistband of her panties, sliding the finger the length of her waist. Carol never flinched as I said, "Perhaps we could get rid of these, as well?" I asked. Carol simply nodded her head in agreement. With all ten fingertips now inside the waistband, I began a slow, deliberate pull on the lacy thong, pulling it slowly downward, over the stocking tops, down over her thighs, across the knees, until finally, I was on my knees and tugging the thong over her stocking-covered ankles and high-heeled feet. Carol lifted her right foot to allow me to remove the thong from that leg, then repeated the process with the left foot.
I remained on my knees, my face dangerously close to Carol's pussy, her thick mat of cunt hair less than three inches from my face. The scent of her cunt drifted to my nose, and while my brain screamed for me to press my face against Carol's cunt and suck her clit, I held myself back, despite the extreme level of desire I felt for my sister-in-law. Lifting my chin, I saw Carol looking down at me, a blank expression on her face, neither inviting me to sample her cunt, but not doing anything to conceal it either. Another long stare at her cunt, and I was rewarded by the sight of two moist lips just barely visible through the hairs covering her pussy. Slowly, I returned to a standing position, my cock now so hard I was certain the long rock-hard shaft would surely cause the shorts I was wearing to burst at the seams. When we finally stood face to face again, I moved to the final stage of my plan.
With my attention now on Carol's face, I said, "Now, baby, lift and extend your arms, placing the backs of your hands against the backdrop." Slowly, Carol lifted her arms, still covered by the long black gloves and placed the hands against the backdrop above her head. The motion of lifting her arms caused her tits to rise as well, and although I was doing everything I could to not stare at Carol's titties, I knew my efforts were in vain. Raising my eyes, I looked at Carol's hand placement. Now was the time.
"Let me show you how to place your hands," I said. Stepping forward now, so close that Carol's naked tits were pressed flat against my t-shirt covered chest, I lifted my arms and placed my hands squarely over Carol's hands. "Try this," I said as I wove my fingers into hers. Suddenly, it dawned on me that Carol had actually grasped my hand as well, and now, we were face to face, our lips only a hair's breadth away, so close I could feel the warmth of her breath. We stared for an eternity, and I was certain Carol could feel my beating heart through her skin. For what seemed an eternity, our eyes remained fixed, locked in silence as neither Carol nor I blinked.
"What are you waiting for, Ron" Carol whispered against my lips. "Haven't we both waited long enough?" Our heads moved simultaneously forward, our lips meeting and welding themselves together as I continued to hold Carol's black-gloved hands above her head, the backs of her hands pressed tightly against the wall, her fingers now woven tightly into mine. I slipped my tongue between Carol's lips, sought her tongue, and began to suck on the tip, the taste of her lipstick coating my taste buds. Carol began to moan into my mouth, the vibrations of her cries spreading to every corner of my mouth. I felt Carol break the handhold above our heads, and in an instant began to press her gloved hands against the massive bulge at the front of my shorts. Moving just as quickly, I removed my t-shirt, pulling the garment up and over my head before discarding onto the floor along with Carol's previously removed bra and thong. Carol wrapped her long arms around my neck and drew me closer to her, our naked chests now pressed tightly together. Her rock-hard nipples met mine and I felt her sway her body from side to side, the thimble-sized buttons becoming harder with each touch. Don't go too fast, I warned myself. Take your time: if you're kissing her, then you're doing well, I said to myself.
But where my own inner voice had urged caution and patience, Carol's inner voice must have convinced her to ravish me. With her arms still wrapped around my neck like a boa constrictor, I felt the toes of her left foot begin to slide upward on the bare skin of my right leg. The sensation of silk caressing my skin as she raised her foot higher and higher caused shivers of pure ecstasy to cruise through my skin. Up, up, up, Carol's shapely leg continued to climb until I felt the thin tip of her stiletto heel pressed firmly against my ass. Breaking the kiss only momentarily, Carol looked at me and said, "What can we do about those shorts, Ron?" I quickly slithered out of the shorts, despite Carol not breaking the leg bond she now had me in. I now stood completely naked against my sister-in-law, our lips still pressed together, our chests still welded like fleshy fuses. I wrapped my arms around Carol's waist and cupped one firm, shapely ass cheek in each of my palms, pulling her closer to me. I felt Carol tighten the grip her had me in with her leg, the silk stocking continuing to cause erotic sensations to slither across my naked ass. I wasn't sure how Carol was maintaining her balance in the thin-tipped high heels, but to be honest, I didn't care. I knew that my weight kept her almost naked body pressed against the wall behind her, but my focus was on making sure my cock found a warm, moist spot to spend the next several hours in.
It was when I felt Carol's velvet-covered hands wrap around my cock that I knew I was only moments away from fucking her. I began to moan loudly as her hand traveled the length of my shaft, grasping the head between her fingers before sliding her closed fist down the shaft to finally cup my balls in her gloved hand. Each time she repeated this move, I let out a loud moan, still stifled by our lips pressed together. I stood there naked, my sister-in-law stroking my cock for several wonderful moments before I decided I needed to return the favor.
Without breaking the kiss, I lowered my right hand, sliding it open palmed down across her tits, across the nipples where I lingered by tweaking the nipples between my fingers. Moving downward again, I pressed my hand against her stomach, then downward again until the fingertips made the first contact with the outer fringe of her thick cunt hair. Don't stop now, Ron, I told myself, you're almost there.
And then, contact. Now, I've fingered my share of pussies before, so I'm no rookie when it comes to using my fingers to discover the inner chambers of a woman's cunt. But something about making contact with Carol's cunt lips, something about feeling the extreme level of dampness made me want this woman in the worst way. Perhaps it was the fact that I was finger-fucking my sister-in-law. Or, maybe it was the fact that I was finger-fucking the wife of my dumbass brother-in-law that caused me to drive on with both lust and revenge as my fuel. Either way, I continued to drive my finger deeper and deeper inside Carol's cunt as she too began to moan loudly inside my mouth.
Finally, Carol broke the kiss, braced her head tightly against the wall behind her, and screamed out, "Dear god, baby! I had no idea you had such magical fingers!" Knowing now that Carol too was into the standing finger-fuck, I unwrapped Carol's stocking-clad leg from around my naked ass, dropped to my knees, and without hesitation, pressed my face between her long legs in search of her cunt. Without prompting, Carol lifted her right leg and draped it over my left shoulder, the knee bent, the sharp-tipped high heel digging into the skin on my back. Using my fingers, I spread her thick rug of cunt hair in search of her treasure. As soon as my fingers made contact again with her pussy lips, Carol flinched, an act that caused the pointed tip of her four inch stiletto heel dig into my back.
Extending my neck forward, my lips, then my tongue made contact with my sister-in-law's pussy. I'd been waiting years for something to happen that I never expected to happen. But here I was now, sucking on Carol's cunt lips. The lips were stretched somewhat because of the six children Carol had borne, but I didn't care. I knew the elasticity would only allow my cock to slip through her pussy gates that much easier. With both cunt lips now spread wide by my fingers, I inserted my tongue as deeply as possible and began to explore her pussy. Carol responded by lifting and lowering her ass on the heel of her right foot, that thin stiletto heel now digging into the floor while supporting her weight. The sweet taste of cunt juice entered my mouth, coated my tongue, and drove me deeper and deeper into the pits of desire. I felt Carol place her hand on my head and intertwine her fingers through my hair, her sharp-pointed nails digging into my scalp. Although I couldn't see her, in between deep, lustful moans, I heard Carol say over and over, "Yes, yes, baby. It's been too long, too damn long."
I continued to eat Carol's cunt for several more moments, each tongue thrust deeper and deeper. Now that her pussy lips were fully opened, I was able to lift both hands and to cup her naked ass in my palms. The change in position actually lifted Carol's body several inches. Still, I was surprised when my sister-in-law lifted her left leg and draped that limb over my right shoulder, her weight now fully supported by my hands. Across my shoulders and down my back, the sensual touch of her silk stockings caressed my skin, and it seemed as if every sexual fiber in my body was on high alert, as if I could actually feel each individual silk thread covering her long, well-toned legs. Again, I heard Carol moaning, but now her cries seemed deeper, as if they began in her chest and couldn't wait to escape her mouth. It was then I decided to lift her body each time I jammed my tongue between her cunt lips. This movement allowed me not only to create a new method of tongue-fucking Carol, but also increased the amount of contact between the tip of my tongue and her now very excited and very extended clit. In a matter of mere seconds, Carol went from allowing simple, sex-driven moans to slide between her still ruby red lipstick covered lips, but to loud, explosive moans that vibrated down her chest, across her waist, and through her pussy lips. ‘FUCK, RON!" Carol began to cry, ‘FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
I desperately wanted to fuck carol, and while that was still my prime objective for bringing her to my studio, I also realized I was in a unique situation with my sister-in-law. It seemed that no matter what I did, Carol found it stimulating, found my moves and efforts drove her to deeper levels of sexual desire and, hopefully, orgasm. It seemed she wanted more, and I was happy to oblige her. The next time her body descended downward, I slid the tip of my right index finger to her asshole and pushed upon the small and very tight opening. I knew one of two things could happen next, Either Carol would stop me from probing her asshole, or she would encourage it. I gambled and decided to insert the tip of the index finger into her asshole as far as the first knuckle. "Oh, my, Ron," Carol cooed as she realized what I'd done. When I jammed the finger deeper, as far as the second knuckle now, Carol again reacted by moaning loudly. It was then, however, that I realized that despite Carol not supporting her own weight, with each downward thrust of her body, she was actually attempting to draw as much of my finger as possible into her ass. I was loving every moment of this special meeting between Carol and I, but I was also enjoying being in charge. When I forcefully jammed the entire length of the index finger into Carol's ass, it was more a joint effort of her silently telling me she wanted the whole length of the finger inside her ass and my agreement to do whatever it took to make her happy. Now, with my face still pressed against her hairy pussy and my index finger ass-fucking her, I knew in my mind we must have presented a unique sight if anyone had been there to see us.
I continued to finger fuck Carol's asshole while eating her cunt for several more minutes. Lowering my left hand, I grasped my cock: I was not surprised to discover the shaft was still very, very hard. It was then I decided to go for the ultimate prize: It was time to fuck my sister-in-law. Returning my hand back to her ass cheek, and once again supporting her weight with my hands, I removed my finger from her ass, stood, and faced Carol.
The kiss was as sensual and as deep as the first time our lips met. Carol's ass rested in my palms, and without me telling her to do so, she lifted both high-heeled feet, wrapped her legs around my now sweating waist, and locked her ankles together near the small of my back. She extended both arms, enveloped my neck in her embrace, and hugged me tightly to her. When she broke the kiss, the expression on her face needed no interpretation: she and I knew the moment had finally come. Lowering her body, my cock finally made contact with Carol's pussy, the lips still spread wide and open. I was surprised when my cock met some small measure of resistance, but when Carol thrust her body downward to assist me, two full inches of hot, iron-hard cock entered the steamy depths of her cunt. "Push with me baby," I said, and felt another two inches of dick slide between her dripping wet pussy lips. "One more, honey, and we're home," I said, and again Carol pushed downward.
Now, I've had lots of pussy in my life, and I've never once experienced what I would call a bad fuck. In fact, all the fucks I've had in my life have remained in my memory, and I revisit them from time to time in my fantasies. But as soon as my cock lay fully buried inside Carol's pussy, I knew my manhood had just entered the best cunt I'd ever had, and that included my wife's pussy. "Oh, baby, baby, baby," Carol cooed as she closed her eyes and began to ride my cock while I continued to support her weight in my hands. "Yes, Ron, that feels so fucking good." Inspired now by her moans, I began to thrust upward with greater force, the shaft of my cock slamming hard against Carol's cunt. But also with each insertion of my cock, Carol met me thrust for thrust, and I realized I was thoroughly enjoying fucking a woman who gave as much back as she got.
With her head thrown back now against the backdrop, her face half-concealed by her long, somewhat perspiration dampened hair, Carol began to sink deeper into the sensual stimulations cruising through her body. "Ron, Ron, Ron," Carol moaned, louder now as I sensed she may be close to coming. "Why didn't we do this before?"
I watched her face closely and realized something: while I'd planned to fuck Carol as a way of getting revenge on my dumbass brother-in-law, I was also fucking Carol because it was also something she had wanted to do as well. I continued to bang away at her cunt, and Carol continued to ride my cock with deep sexual hunger, her moans becoming progressively louder and louder. "I'm almost there, Ron!" she cried, extending her neck forward but not making contact with my mouth. "Make me come, baby, like I've never come before." A sly smile crossed her lips, she shook her head at me, and I knew it was time to explode in my sister-in-law's cunt.
"Get ready, baby, because I'm close too," I said to Carol. Several more deep, probing thrusts and I felt the beginning of a sexual eruption boiling in my loins. Up, up, up, my cock slammed into Carol's pussy, Suddenly, it was there, the tensing of the muscles, the tightness of the abdomen, the sudden sensation of a cock full of hot crème ready to spew its fluid deep inside a cunt. "Here, baby, I'm coming," I said to Carol who smiled broadly at me.
"Let me have it, honey, oh, please let me have it!" She cried as tremor after tremor of sexual vibrations traveled the length of my cock, and a long string of white, pearly-colored come began to flow from my shaking body. And just as suddenly, Carol also began to explode, her legs still wrapped like boa constrictors around my ass. Time after time I pounded my naked ass forward, my cock aching to reach the very bottom of the one pussy I'd coveted most in my life. "I'M COMING, RON, FUCK YES, I'M COMING!" Carol screamed, her nails now digging into my shoulders. And although the pain was new to me, it was also enjoyable. ‘SLAM MY CUNT, BABY, PLEASE SLAM MY CUNT!" I followed Carol's instructions and continued to slam her pussy with my rock-hard cock. Upward, time after time, my cock reached the deepest depths of her cunt as together, we rode the orgasm out to its end.
My orgasm ended before Carol's. I knew she had reached the end of the sexual eruption when she opened her eyes, and informed me she was releasing the leg grip she had wrapped around my waist. I let her down gently, kissing every inch if her body as she stood before me. When she was able to walk, Carol and I made our way to a small sofa on the other side of the studio. We lay there for several moments, wrapped in each other's arms. Finally, after several quiet moments, Carol sat up, her huge titties swinging with the effort. "Let's talk for a moment, Ron," she said. Sitting beside me now, so close my bare skin felt the sexual stimulations of her stockings, Carol stared deeply into my eyes. "Tell me something, dear," she began. "How long have you been planning to fuck me?" Well, there it was, and evidently, Carol had no intention of mincing her words. "I mean, how much planning did you put into getting me here tonight?"
Now that she knew, I decided there was no reason to hide the truth, and so, told Carol the truth. I told her I detested her husband. I told her I hated the way he always used people, always to his benefit, and never to the other person's. I ended my admission by telling Carol that when Steve lied about the camping trip, I'd reached the breaking point and so, decided to get back at him in a way I knew would simply break Steve should the truth ever get out.
Carol reacted to the news in a way I never expected. She swung her body upward and straddled me naked waist, her stocking covered legs once again stimulating my skin. She also cradled my face in her hands, and kissed me deeply, her tongue finding mine, snaking deeply into my mouth. When she broke the kiss, Carol sat back slightly, and said to me, "Yes, Ron, my husband is a bastard. And yes, he uses people." While I gazed deeply into Carol's eyes, she continued. "And I knew as well that Steve would find someone else to blame for the camping trip failure. That's when I decided my husband needed a lesson as well." Once again, Carol leaned forward and kissed me while my hands caressed every inch if her naked ass. She again broke the kiss, and leaned back and said, to my surprise, "And I was just as disappointed in your wife when she took her brother's side. I know she doesn't always treat you very well, Ron." Extending her left hand between her spread legs and grasping my cock, Carol said to me, "And that was when I decided she too needed a lesson."
A final kiss, and Carol said, "And that's when I decided to let you fuck me, Steve." After a long moment of silence, the woman straddling my lap, my sister-in-law said to me, "Now, let's do it again."
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