The Sister In Law: A True Story
written by:
Joshua

Not too long ago, I wrote a fictional but very erotic tale about my ex-sister-in-law, Wendy. No, Wendy is not her real name and neither is my name Ron: they are fictional names I decided to use here in the slim event someone who reads the story will recognize either myself or my sx-sister-in-law. I posted the story on Erotic Stories and received several favorable reviews as well as e-mails from readers who enjoyed the tale of a photographer who seeks and gets revenge on his conniving brother-in-law. While the story itself was fiction, the desire I feel for Wendy is very real, and whenever I'm near her, I find my cock takes on a mind of its own. Without fail, I can't prevent my eyes from staring at her tits: Now that summer is here, Wendy has been displaying more cleavage than I've ever seen since we became related. Her tits aren't exceptionally huge, but she wears a pushup bra that causes her tits to appear bigger than they actually are. But don't get me wrong: She still sports a 38dd pair of tits that I find it very difficult not to stare at. Below those magnificent tits, her ass would make many men cry. It's perfectly rounded, also well-toned, and leads the eye to a set of legs that are simply to die for. At age forty-four, Wendy is the mother of six children, but you'd never know it to look at her. After each birth, she made sure to exercise, diet, and do whatever was necessary to reshape her body to the same, voluptuous and sexy woman she had been before becoming pregnant. She stands almost five feet, ten inches tall, and when she wears high heels, which she often does because of her work, my cock becomes rock hard, and I fantasize about fucking this woman who married my wife's dickhead brother. Most importantly, despite my being almost fifteen years older, Wendy and I have always been good friends.

I wrote the story, entitled "A Brother-in-Law's Revenge," because my brother-in-law is a dumbass and because he's also a selfish prick. I knew that neither he nor anyone else related to me will ever read the story because that is a bit of knowledge I keep to myself. But matters didn't quite work out that way when Wendy came to visit several weeks ago from her city, from halfway across the nation. I never anticipated that writing a story about my fantasy would result in a real-life event taking place.

Wendy had called and as we spoke, I got the impression she wanted to ask me something. I could hear the fatigue in her voice from raising the three children still at home, from the constant taking care of my lazy-ass brother-in-law, and from the daily grind of her work. "Why don't you come here for a visit," I asked, certain she wouldn't come. But to my surprise, Wendy and my wife and I worked out the details and arranged to have her arrive on a Thursday evening. I decided to take the next day off to show Wendy the sights of the city we live in, and as it worked out, that was a wise decision. Wendy's flight arrived right on schedule, and my wife and I whisked her off to dinner at an expensive restaurant. After the meal, we returned to our apartment. Because my wife had to work the next day, she went off to bed while Wendy and I remained in the downstairs den, talking quietly and drinking a fine-quality whiskey I'd purchased in Ireland the summer before. She sat on a wide, comfortable sofa while I sat across from her in a plush recliner.

Now, as the night wore on, and as the volume of alcohol decreased, I discovered that the booze actually caused Wendy to loosen up more than I expected. After a half hour had passed, Wendy began to describe how her husband rarely helped around the house, how he demanded she come directly home from work, and how he demanded she provide him with sex, even when she wasn't in the mood. "I can't tell you the number of times I've cried myself to sleep, Ron," Wendy confided in me.

It was then she brought her hands to her face and began to sob gently. On impulse, I moved to the sofa beside her and wrapped my left arm around her shoulders as she leaned against me. For the first time since I'd been fantasizing about Wendy, she was close to me, her body leaning against mine. I could smell the scent of her shampoo in her dark hair. I could feel the softness of her upper arm as I stroked it with my hand. Between her sobs, Wendy stated that she was sorry I had to see her like this: sad, disappointed, miserable with her marriage and her life. As she cried, I began to reassure Wendy that she was in no way a burden to me, and the more she cried, the more I wanted to find my bastard brother-in-law and kick his sorry ass.

After a few moments of additional reassuring and telling Wendy she was, indeed not only a wonderful woman but also an attractive lady, Wendy lifted her chin and stared deeply into my eyes. I so desperately wanted to kiss Wendy, to press my lips against hers, to slide my tongue into her mouth while groping her body with my greedy hands. The look in Wendy's eyes had me convinced that she wanted to kiss me as well, but for one instant, I hesitated, and in that short expanse of time, both Wendy and I realized that kissing would not only be the wrong thing to do, but would most certainly lead to other events, perhaps even fucking there on the sofa. It was also then that Wendy and I decided to call it a night. To my surprise, Wendy took my hand in hers as we made our way silently across the carpeted floor. Her fingers intertwined in mine and I felt my heartbeat quicken. I led her to the guest bedroom, and after another short staring period, leaned forward and kissed Wendy on the right cheek, telling her I'd see her in the morning. I made my way quietly to my bedroom and lay beside my sleeping wife.

But I was unable to sleep for two primary reasons. First was the massive hard cock lying between my legs. Thoughts of almost kissing Wendy and where I wished matters might have gone screamed through my brain and caused me to think of fucking Wendy in a variety of ways. I imagined her sitting on the bathroom sink, her well-painted toes propped on the toilet and bathtub, her legs spread wide while I dived between her legs and ate her cunt. I fantasized about bending Wendy over the kitchen table, spreading her cunt lips with my fingers, and sliding every inch of my meaty shaft as deeply as possible into what I knew was her hairy pussy. I imagined Wendy riding me while I sat on the kitchen stool, her long legs wrapped around my waist as we worked together to reach mutual orgasm.

The second cause keeping me awake was the fictional story I'd written about Wendy and the photographer. In that story, as you may recall, I played the role of a lingerie photographer who seduces and fucks his sister-in-law as revenge against her husband. Well, here I was, lying in bed with my wife, a hard cock, and thoughts of fucking Wendy cruising through my brain. There was no way I could keep myself from rolling over and fucking my wife, reaching orgasm sooner than I ever had before. The next morning, I awoke while my wife dressed for work, made her coffee, and after she departed for work, read the newspaper. I sat at the kitchen counter dressed only in pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt. Soon after I'd dived into the sports section, I heard Wendy descending the back set of stairs.

I was unprepared for the sight that awaited me as I turned my head. Wendy hadn't gotten dressed. No, instead, she entered the room wearing nothing but one of her husband's oversized button-down shirts. It was white in color, hung to just above her knees, and although the shirt was much too large for her, it was easy to see Wendy had nothing on underneath the over-sized garment. I was especially pleased to see two small bumps located on the shirt front where I knew her nipples lay just under the surface.

I immediately jumped to my feet and embraced Wendy, once again giving her a light kiss on the cheek. My sister-in-law responded to my embrace with a tighter hug of her own, finally standing on the tips of her bare toes to plant a small kiss on my cheek. Just as we had the night before, Wendy and I stared deeply into each other's eyes. I realized how forcefully my heart was beating again under my t-shirt, and asked myself if Wendy could feel the pounding as well. I knew that if I didn't act quickly, if I didn't make some move away from Wendy, I'd fuck her where she stood. Stepping back from her, I sat at the kitchen stool and offered Wendy a cup of coffee. She eagerly accepted and took the stool beside me. As best as I could, I attempted to return my attention to the sports pages and while it may have seemed that I was fully immersed in the newsprint, inside my head there was a riot of thoughts, of desires, of wishes that I could find a way to remove Wendy's shirt, suck her tits, and cram her cunt with my now hard cock.

"So, anything good in the sports section today," Wendy asked. I turned my head to look at her and for the first time noticed that she'd applied makeup before coming downstairs. The dark eye liner gave Wendy the look of an exotic and mysterious princess while the light rouge on her cheeks reminded me of the Parisian whores I'd hired many years ago. She'd even applied lipstick, a bright red color that also stimulated my fires. I watched as Wendy sipped her coffee, then licked her lips, as if she'd left a trace of the hot brew on her red-painted lips.

Now, you have to remember that by this time, my cock had reached maximum hardness and was screaming to be released. There was no way the thin pajama trousers would be able to either restrain the monster waiting inside my crotch, nor hide the fact that I'd developed a massive hardon in the short time Wendy had been in the room. Still, I knew I had to somehow conceal the obvious cock bulge in my pants or risk making Wendy angry. As she turned away from me to pour another cup of coffee, I took the opportunity to slide the business section of the newspaper off the counter and over my lap, hoping the thin pages would suffice to hide the fact that my cock was rock hard and begging to be released. As it turned out, this was not the correct move to make.

"Say, is that the business section," Wendy asked. Before I could physically react, before I could extend my own arm and hand her the section of newspaper lying in my lap and concealing my very hard cock, Wendy had her fingers on the edges of the business section. But rather than pull the newspaper to her, she instead slid her hand over the black and white pages while focusing her eyes on one of the large-printed headlines. "Well, it seems that the stock market is reacting again," she said, her eyes still on the paper, but her right hand still sliding across the printed page, still sliding directly over the hard cock hidden underneath. Wendy's hand came to a stop directly over the bulge I was trying desperately but failing to conceal. It was almost as if she knew I was trying to hide my cock with the newspaper. Without looking up at me, she curled her right hand into a fist, extended the index finger, pointed it at the newspaper that was doing a poor job of hiding my achingly hard cock and said, "I'd like to see that, Ron." The room fell deathly silent and with her eyes still plastered to the newspaper or my cock - or both - she said, "I really would like to see that."

What did her words mean, I asked myself. Was she alluding to the hard cock she certainly by now had to realize was lying just under the thin sheets of newspaper and pajama trousers? Or was she simply stating that all she wished to do was to simply read the business section, but found it difficult to do so while it rested in my lap. Confused, I decided to wait for her next move. If she took the newspaper from my lap, laid it out on the counter and began to read it, then fine, I would know she either was ignoring the fact I had a hard cock, or she had no idea that I was in sexual pain because of my desire to fuck her.

Wendy provided me the answer to my questions when she s lid the section of newspaper from my lap, her eyes now focused on the headlines but missing altogether the prominent bulge in my pajama trousers. She spread the newspaper on the kitchen table and began to turn the pages while humming softly to herself, her well-manicured feet swinging back and forth in time to her humming.

It was this action that caused me even more pain. From time to time - every few seconds, in fact - Wendy's toes made contact with my legs. She'd positioned herself almost sideways on the kitchen stool so that she was facing me, yet turned at the waist in order to read the paper she'd positioned on the counter. Looking down, I could count the exact second when her feet would make contact with my leg and knew, without a doubt, that each touch of her feet on my leg was increasing my desire for her tenfold. After five minutes, Wendy suddenly folded the newspaper, pushed it away from her, and lifted her ass from the kitchen stool and made her way to the refrigerator. From my viewpoint, I could see her entire backside, particularly the two long, well-tanned legs jutting downward from the oversized shirt.

You know at this point that I was already in pain from the cock that seemed to have no intention of dying down. You also know the intense desire I felt for my sister-in-law, how I wanted so badly to feel my cock sliding between her hairy cunt lips. Wendy didn't help matters at all when she bent forward at the waist to retrieve some fruit from the low-sitting refrigerator drawer, causing the hem of the shirt to lift several inches. The farther down she bent, the higher the hem lifted until finally, the majority of her legs were in complete view. I strained every fiber in my body, wishing the shirt hem would lift just two more inches, and I'd be rewarded with a view of Wendy's shapely ass. But that's not what happened. Instead, she found what she was looking for, and with two apples in hand, returned to the kitchen stool where she'd been sitting since she awoke. One again, she positioned her body in a fashion that allowed her feet and legs to touch mine.

"Here, I brought you something," Wendy said as she extended her right arm again and offered me one of the apples. I attempted to take the apple from her hand but she suddenly drew the arm backward, teasing me now by offering me the fruit, then quickly bringing it back to her chest. We played this game for a few seconds before I was able to snap my arm forward and grasp Wendy by the wrist. She laughed as I brought the hand still clasping the apple to my mouth, and bit through the red skin. "Let me go, you big bully!" Wendy said laughingly as I maintained a firm but soft grip on her wrist. When I refused to release her wrist, Wendy wriggled her ass on the kitchen stool, and to my pleasure, the shirt hem slid several inches higher on her tanned thighs. She knew by now that my intention was to hold onto her wrist until I'd completely devoured the fruit, her giggles filling the room with laughter.

It was when I reached the inner core of the apple that my lips made contact with her fingers. Although I was still eating away at the apple, my thoughts were of eating Wendy. Suddenly, I felt her fingertips slide briefly across my lower lip, the skin soft and delicate as she cleaned the bits of fruit from my mouth. I released Wendy's wrist only to watch her lean toward me and bring a napkin to my mouth and gently wipe away the excess juice that now coated my lips. Looking intently into my eyes, Wendy said, "Ron, you are such a slob." Knowing she was pulling my chain, I laughed, a movement which caused me to lower my chin. And dear God, the sight I saw when I did.

In leaning forward and wrestling with me to release her hand while I'd eaten the apple, the shirt Wendy was wearing had opened enough that I was now provided with a clear view not only of her cleavage, but also the sides of each tit. Perhaps Wendy had opened the shirt wider while she searched for fruit in the refrigerator, perhaps not, but the fact remained that here I was with the first clear view of Wendy's 38dd tits and the left nipple. The small, flesh-colored bud seemed erect, as if my sister-in-law was as stimulated as I was. I'm certain Wendy noticed that my eyes had widened by this point, but she did nothing to close the shirt as she leaned backward to a more upright sitting position. No, instead, Wendy suddenly got a faraway expression on her face, and just as suddenly brought both hands to her face and began to sob gently, just as she had the night before.

Now, it was my turn to lean forward, and I did so, wrapping my arms gently around my sister-in-law. "Wendy, what is it," I asked, uncertain if I'd done something to upset this beautiful forty-four year old woman sitting less than half-dressed less than two feet from me. Standing now, I felt Wendy folding into my body, her legs spread, allowing me to step closer to her. "Come on, Wendy," I said again. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."

Wendy lifted her chin from my shoulder and explained to me how she'd had an early morning conversation with her husband. "He screamed at me, Ron, because there was no one there to make his fucking breakfast!" She said loudly between sobs. "I mean, can you believe that? A grown man, unable to cook even a few eggs or pour cereal into a bowl." Once again, Wendy folded her face into my chest as I stroked the back of her hair. After several moments, Wendy ceased crying and I returned to sitting on the stool. She wiped the remaining tears from her face, a saddened expression on her face. Finally, Wendy turned to me and said, "I guess I can tell you this, too, Ron: he hasn't made love to me in months. Oh, we have sex, but it's more like raw fucking than actual making love with the tenderness I expected and desire." Wendy's eyes bore into mine and although I wanted to leap forward and carry her to the bedroom, something in me prevented me from doing so. I just couldn't be sure that Wendy was attracted to me as I was to her. Finally, she said, "And even when we do have sex, it's coming less frequently now. The last time he touched me was three months ago." Wendy developed a lost feeling on her face before saying to me, "I guess he just doesn't find me attractive anymore. I guess no one finds me attractive anymore."

And there it was. The opening I had been subconsciously waiting for. Extending my arm and placing my hand on her hand, I said, "You've got that all wrong, Wendy." She turned her eyes to me and perhaps we both knew what was coming next. "You're more physically and sexually attractive now than you were the day we met, many years ago." The warmth of her hand spread into mine as the silence in the room became overwhelming. Taking a chance now, no longer willing to wait to determine if Wendy wanted me as much as I wanted her, I said, "And because we're related now, I can say this to you: I find you to be the most sexually attractive woman I know and if the opportunity arose, I would do everything I could to take you to my bed."

Wendy stared at me, the look of astonishment covering her entire face like a blanket. "What are you saying, Ron," she asked although she already knew the answer. In fact, it was then that she dipped her chin and stole a quick glance at my cock, now bulging like a small mountain, obvious to anyone who cared to look. And if she did see my cock and realized that my hardon was because of her, I suddenly didn't care. Wendy and I were alone and the make-or break moment had arrived.

"What I'm saying, Wendy, is this. I've harbored secret desires for you for a long, long time now, and yes, we're related, but I have these intense sexual desires for you that are driving me crazy." More silence while Wendy processed what she had just heard. Massaging her skin with my hand, I could only hope that she believed me.

"You have sexual fantasies about me? Is that what you're saying, Ron," Wendy asked, although I was certain I'd already been explicitly clear. When I nodded my head that, yes, I did indeed have fantasies, Wendy still pressed the point, perhaps unable to clearly understand where I was leading the discussion. "I mean, you're saying you want to fuck me?"

It was that word, the word "fuck" coming from Wendy's mouth that caused me to take the final step which I hoped would lead to my sister-in-law and myself finding our way to the bedroom. Standing, I leaned forward, extended my neck, and placed my lips gently on Wendy's mouth. This wasn't the same type of brotherly-sisterly kiss on the cheek as the night before, but a full-blown, erotic kiss. My tongue slid between Wendy's lips, searching, probing, exploring. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and felt her press her body to mine, although her arms remained at her side. The kiss lasted several moments, until I broke the oral bond between my sister-in-law and myself and stepped back. Staring her directly in the face, I said, "Yes, Wendy, I want to fuck you. That should be clear by now." When Wendy asked how long I'd had these desires for her, I saw another opening I'd been hoping for. "Wait here," I said to her, turning my back and making my way to the den where I stored a loose-leaf binder of documents, conveniently camouflaged on a bookshelf. Thumbing quickly through the pages, I found the story entitled, "The Brother-in-Law's Revenge," and returned to the kitchen. I handed Wendy the sheets, and said, "Read this. It's a fantasy I've had about you and me. I've changed the names of the characters, but you'll easily recognize who is who. I'll sit here quietly with a cup of coffee while you read."

Wendy took the pages from my hand and began to read the pages, increasing the speed of the page turning as she dove deeper into the story. From time to time, she lifted her head and looked at me as she progressed through the parts of the story where the photographer seduced his sister-in-law, until he finally fucked his sister-in-law against a studio wall. Although I tried to present myself as being calm and patient, inside I was a mental wreck. I knew Wendy would have no problem discerning who the characters in story represented in real life, but I didn't know how she would take being represented as a woman who openly fucks her brother-in-law, and who, at the end of the tale, admits to having had sexual desires for him as well. So, I had no idea whether or not Wendy would be angry with me, whether she would find the graphic nature and description of the story as revolting. I was glad that she didn't look up when I lifted the coffee cup to my lips: if she had, she'd certainly have seen my hands shaking from the uncertainty of the situation. What I wanted most of all, however, was for Wendy to see that I was attracted to her enough that I would write a story describing the things I wanted to do to and with her.

It was at that moment, just as any number of thoughts screamed through my brain that Wendy turned the final page and completed reading the story. For one long, quiet -and for me, terrible - moment, she simply stared downward, her eyes seemingly focused on the pages she'd just read, on the graphic sexual tale that described her as the star of one incredible fuck story. "Wendy," I said gently to get her attention, not wanting to startle her or cause her to abruptly leave the room. I sensed something was about to happen: I just didn't know what. But I'd come up with a plan while Wendy read the story, and it was time to put it into motion. My sister-in-law raised her chin to look at me, her eyes expressionless, but I didn't see any sign of anger or disappointment in her face.

Still staring at me, Wendy said nothing. But I had plenty to say. "Wendy, here's what I'm going to do." I laid my hand on her arm, relishing the physical contact between this special woman and myself. "I promised I'd show you the sights today. Well, I will, but first, I have to shower." Wendy's eyes focused intently on me now. I continued, not wanting to relinquish the slight control I had of the situation. Pointing to my bedroom door, I said to her, "I'm going to go into the bedroom, close the door behind me, and lay out my clothes for the day." Wendy may have anticipated what I was going to say next, but if she did, she made no indication that she knew what my next comment would be. "In five minutes, you will hear the shower running from my bathroom. I'll leave the bathroom door open. If you wish, you're welcome to join me." By now, I had Wendy's full attention, and she and I both knew it. But I wasn't finished with my comments. "And if you decide not to join me, then you can shower in the guest bath, get dressed, and we'll still see the town at your leisure." Standing now, I looked down at Wendy and with my hand caressing her right cheek, said, "The choice is all yours." I turned to go, but then, spun on my heel again and said to Wendy, "Please know that if you decide not to join me, I will only be disappointed, but not angry." Another soft caress of her cheek, and I said, "There is a difference."

Without looking back, I left Wendy sitting in the kitchen. As promised, I closed the bedroom door, and laid out my clothes, a pair of dark shorts and a light-colored polo shirt. Underwear was added to the pile and I knew it was time. True to my word, I entered the bathroom, and walked into the doorless shower. With the water up to temperature, I stepped under the soothing wet spray, the hot fluid covering every square inch of my naked body. As was my usual custom, I faced away from the shower entrance, my face to the wall while I lathered the washcloth and began to bathe my body.

First, the arms, then the upper torso, my reach becoming steadily more downward as I progressed through the steps of cleansing my body. I tried my best not to think about the time, but it was a futile effort at best. I did my best not to listen for the tell-tale sound of Wendy entering the bathroom. In addition to hoping my sister-in-law would join me in the shower, I discovered my hands were shaking from either anticipation or excitement. After several long moments of soaping my body, it was inevitable that my hands and the soapy washcloth find their way to my cock. My dick had been hard when I entered the shower, but now, as I wrapped the warm washcloth around the shaft and began to simultaneously clean the shaft and stimulate the nerve endings as well, my cock grew harder, and, if possible, longer. Never in my life had my cock ever been this hard, nor this tight. The skin surrounding my cock felt tighter than a drum's head, tighter than a piece of leather pulled tight. The head was a deep purple, deeper in hue than I'd ever seen it in my fifty-plus years. I knew that the longer I continued to stroke my cock, the greater the possibility of coming under the warm, soothing water. For that reason, I slowed my movements, decreasing the hand speed which I had been using to stimulate my achingly hard meat. I leaned forward and pressed my head against the tiled wall, closed my eyes, and realized that Wendy was not coming to join me. The hot water poured down my body, but the warm temperature did nothing to ease the tension in my back, tight now in sad resignation that I would spend the remainder of my time alone in the shower. I closed my eyes and let the sound of rushing, hot water fill my ears and senses.

I guess that's why I jumped slightly when I felt a hand slide across the top of my naked ass and snake its way around my waist. I attempted to turn to face the person standing behind me, but heard Wendy say quietly, "No, Ron. Don't turn around. I need to do this my way." Looking down, I saw Wendy's red-painted fingernails on both hands wrap around my cock and begin to slowly stroke the shaft. I sensed immediately from Wendy's slow, deliberate actions that this was something she had done before, and, hopefully, was good at. Wendy tightened her grip, squeezing my cock tightly between her fisted hands, the warm water assisting her in her efforts. From the head of my cock to the base, Wendy expertly stroked my meat, gaining speed now, her hand motions quickening as I began to moan loudly. I so desperately wanted to turn around, to face Wendy, to see her in her nakedness. But Wendy had other ideas, and I was thankful she was at least here.

"Is this how you imagined it being, Ron" Wendy asked behind me, her voice barely louder than a whisper, but filled with sexual lust. "Did you ever think I'd be stroking your cock, baby?" Moaning louder now both because Wendy was driving me to orgasm sooner than I'd expected, and because she had by now placed her lips on my bare, wet shoulders and had begun to kiss my skin with her luscious lips. "I never imagined I'd be jacking your cock, either, baby," Wendy said again. She shifted her position behind me and for the first time, I felt two hard nipples being pressed into my back. That caused me to moan even louder now, which resulted in Wendy moving even closer to me, her feet now beside mine in the shower, her cunt hump pushed against my ass. Below me, the hand fucking continued, faster now, perhaps Wendy sensing that her actions were bringing me to an orgasm.

Imagine my surprise, then, when Wendy released both of her hands from my cock. "Baby, what are you doing," I asked. "Why did you stop?" Again, I attempted to turn under the flowing hot water but Wendy's pressed her body forward, keeping me in place. She began to massage my back with her tits, first sliding the nipples in a sideways motion, then followed by an up and down movement. I'd never in my life experienced a nipple massage, and the thought of Wendy's erect, stiff nipples caressing my skin drove me just that much closer to coming. I lifted my hands from my side to grasp my still rock-hard cock, but Wendy stopped me by grasping my cock once again in her heated hands and resuming the jack job she was giving my prick.

But now, something felt different. Looking down again, I saw that Wendy had removed her hands from my cock just long enough to fill each palm with shampoo or lotion, and was now using the solution as a special lubricant. Wendy's hands were a blur now, sliding to the head, swallowing the tip of my cock, then sliding quickly to the shaft, her fists slamming into that area of my body where the cock base met my lower waist. "OH FUCK!" I screamed as Wendy intensified her efforts, as she hand-fucked my cock. "BABY, I NEED TO COME!" I roared again, my voice echoing from the tiled walls. ‘GOODAMN BUT YOU'RE GOOD, BABY!"

With Wendy's hands seeming like a fleshy piston, with her tight-fisted grip, there was no way I could avoid coming or even attempting to delay coming in my sister-in-law's hand. "YES, YES, YES!" I heard Wendy scream behind me. ‘COME, BABY, COME NOW!" As the orgasm exploded, I watched as wave after wave after wave of hot, sexual crème flowed from my cock and coated Wendy's hands. On and on and on the tremors swept over me, cruising to every corner of my body. "THAT'S IT, RON, COME IN YOUR SISTER-IN-LAW'S HANDS!" I heard Wendy scream just before pressing her body even closer to mine and suddenly biting my right shoulder. I didn't care about the pain because the intense sexual earthquake wracking my body was causing my knees to weaken. All that mattered to me at that moment was the orgasm I was having, and the realization that this sexual eruption was one I'd been waiting to have for a long, long time. But Wendy refused to stop, continuing now with a determined effort, as if she could bring me to another orgasm. Determined to turn to face her now, I pivoted to my right, and for the first time, came face to face with my naked sister-in-law.

Dear god, what a sight it was before me. Wendy's dark hair was matted to her head with several strands framing her face. Her eyes were glued to mine, and as I bent my neck to kiss her, she met me halfway, our mouths welded together now in a heated, probing, exploring kiss. Wendy wrapped her arms around my shoulders and as she had when standing behind me, pressed her 38dd tits and huge, thimble-sized nipples into my broad chest. I felt her right hand moving upward, the fingertips tracing a path through the water trickling over every inch of my skin. I too stepped forward, and felt the tip of my still hard cock press into the fold of Wendy's legs. Wendy moaned slightly, then placed her right index finger against my lips. I felt her sliding the finger between our still pressed together lips. I sucked at the fingertip, tasting traces of the soap she'd used to lubricate my cock, but, more prevalently, the salty taste of come. Wendy had intentionally gathered a small glob of my hot, white, crème and wished to share a come kiss with me. I responded by sucking her finger deeper into my mouth, washing my lover's finger clean.

But as you know, I wanted to do more than have my sister-in-law jack my cock. I wanted to fuck her. Wendy, however, who by now seemed to be emboldened by coming to share my shower, placed both hands against my chest, smiled at me, then with both hands braced on my shoulders for support, lifted first her right, then her left foot upward until they rested on a small, wooden shelf used as either a low-lying shelf for shampoo and soap, but could also be used as a small bench to sit on. The shelf ran along two sides of the tiled shower walls, forming a large "L" shape. With her wet hands grasping my shoulders and her feet resting on the shelf, Wendy stood at least two feet above me, her face looking down at me, her gaze so intense, I wondered if my sister-in-law had the capability to shoot lasers at me.

It was evident that Wendy had enjoyed the fictional story enough that she decided to emulate the lead female character by raising her body higher than mine. The lifting of her naked, glistening body caused her dripping wet pussy to be at mouth level, and there was no mistaking what Wendy wanted me to do. "Hold onto my shoulders, Wendy," I said upward to her. "And keep your feet on the bench." Holding Wendy's waist securely in my large hands, I stepped forward two steps, the movement causing Wendy's body to be slanted backward. I pressed her shoulders against the wall, pinning Wendy's naked back against the tiled shower stall walls, but also securing her to my body with my weight. Wendy must have trusted me because not once did she protest as I asked her to assume a body position which, under the wet circumstances, surely caused her to feel as if she might fall.

"Don't let me fall, honey," Wendy said as she moved her hands to the back of my head. Intertwining her fingers into my wet hair, Wendy pulled my head forward until my mouth made contact with the thick mat of wet, coarse, black pussy hair keeping cunt from my view. But now that she was safely braced against the wall, I had the freedom to release my handhold on Wendy. Sliding my large hands around her lower waist, I cupped each shapely ass cheek in my hands and pushed Wendy's cunt forward. Now, her pussy lips were just visible through the rug of cunt hair. Using my left hand, I separated the mat until the cunt lips were in clear view and her clit peeking from the twin folds of skin. "Go for it, baby, just like you did in the story," Wendy instructed me. Not wanting to disappoint my sister-in-law, I extended my neck until my mouth made contact with Wendy's pussy. Immediately, Wendy called out from under the falling shower water. "Oh, fuck, Ron, fuck!" she moaned as I attacked her cunt with all I could muster. On and on and on, I alternated between jamming my tongue deeply between Wendy's cunt lips, and using the tip of the tongue to lift her clit upward, sucking the small, sensation crazed button into my mouth. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Wendy screamed now. "OH HELL YES, I'M COMING!"

In the fictional story I wrote, the sister-in-law comes while her legs are wrapped tightly around her brother-in-law's waist. Here in reality, my sister-in-law came with my tongue and two fingers jammed deeply into her cunt. "SHIT, MOTHERFUCKER, GODDAMN!" Wendy moaned, wriggling her body wildly as the orgasm took hold and began to speed through her body. "EAT ME, EAT ME, EAT ME!" she continued to cry out as I went after her cunt like a starving man after a ham. By now, Wendy was actually riding my face as she used not only her natural lubrication but also the warm water to assist her in sliding her cunt across my mouth. Finally, the orgasm ended, and I gently brought Wendy down to a standing position. She responded by kissing my face, licking my cheeks, cleansing me of any trace of cunt juices that might still be on my face. We remained under the water for several more moments, until I guided her out of the shower. I attempted to reach for a towel, but Wendy stopped me, instead guiding my dripping wet body to a sitting position on the closed toilet. I felt the undersides of my thighs slide slightly on the closed toilet seat, but watched in awe as Wendy bent forward at the waist, placed one hand on each of my thighs, and lowered her head until the tip of my now hard again cock rested on her lips. Looking up at me, Wendy asked, "Is this what you want, baby?" Shaking my head to show Wendy that I did, indeed, wish for her to suck my cock, I watched in eager anticipation as my forty-four year old sister-in-law lowered her head with a widely opened mouth and sucked three long inches of hard cock between her lips. Watching her as I was, with her head bent between my naked legs, I couldn't help but marvel at the sight of Wendy's soaking wet hair flaying about as she began to suck my cock as it never had been sucked before.

I guess Wendy has a thing about speed because in just a few seconds, her head was moving up and down almost as quickly as she had hand fucked my cock. I could hear a sound that resembled gagging as she swallowed progressively increasing amounts of cock into her greedy, sexually starved mouth. "Fuck, Wendy, fuck" I moaned as I leaned against the back of the toilet and let myself fall deeper and deeper into this amazing blowjob. Loud sucking sounds now joined Wendy's gagging sounds, accompanied by a wet slapping sound that I was unfamiliar with. Opening my eyes temporarily, I saw that the flesh-slapping sound was created each time Wendy threw her head in a downward motion: My sister-in-law was sucking my cock so forcefully that each time her cheeks made contact with my naked upper thighs, it was as if she were slapping my body with her face. Grasping the back of her head now, I began to push Wendy's head down on my cock, forcing her to take in every millimeter of my cock.

"That's it, baby," I moaned, edging closer and closer to another orgasm. But I didn't want to come in Wendy's mouth: I wanted to explode in her pussy. I reasoned that with the way matters were going along, Wendy would be receptive to letting me come in her mouth later. But for right now, I wanted every inch of my cock buried in her thick, haired covered, wide-lipped pussy. The next time Wendy lifted her head and released the length of my shaft, I stopped her, lifting her chin and smiling at her. "It's time, baby," was all I said, but I had no doubt Wendy knew exactly what time it was. Smiling at me, she stood, her 38dd tits still dripping water, her hair still plastered to her head, her cunt now wanting my cock as much as I wanted her to have it. She attempted to straddle my lap, but I stopped her. "No, baby," I said as I stood from my sitting position on the toilet. "This has been my fantasy for far too long: I want to fuck you from behind."

Again, Wendy smiled at me, indicating she too was eager to be fucked while facing away from me. But as she took two steps toward the bathroom door, thinking we were moving to the bed, I grasped her gently by the wrist, spun her body in a counter-clockwise direction, and had her stand before the bathroom sink, her hands spaced more than shoulder-wide on the counter. As she watched me from the mirror, I saw her eyes wide with anticipation, and I knew then that fucking Wendy was the right thing to do. But I wasn't finished preparing the fuck scene: I bent quickly at the waist, extended my left arm and withdrew the bottom drawer out from its closed position by eight inches. Standing now, I slid my right hand under Wendy's still soaking wet thigh, and lifted the leg until her right foot rested on the opened drawer. Wendy knew without explanation what I wanted her to do, and as her foot made contact with the drawer, she arched her back and pushed her naked ass in my direction. With our eyes locked now in the mirror's reflection, Wendy smiled again as she began to grind her well-shaped ass against my crotch.

"Fuck me, Ron, dear god, fuck me," she whispered as I stepped forward with my cock leading the way, Wendy simultaneously arched her right foot, causing the toes to provide the sole support for her right leg and bent forward at the waist, her body now bent over the bathroom sink. This move lifted her pussy enough that I was now able to not only enter her cunt more easily, but also, by craning my neck downward, able to see clearly that wonderful pussy I'd eaten but had not yet had the privilege to fuck. "Baby, don't make me wait any longer," Wendy cooed and pleaded into the mirror. "I want it, Ron: I want it now."

Because I'm a gentleman, I always do whatever I can to please those I'm with. How could I ignore Wendy's request? I couldn't and so, with my cock wrapped in my left hand, I stepped forward, placed the wide cock-spear head against Wendy's hairy cunt lips, and thrust my ass forward. Loud moans filled the room as cries of sexual ecstasy escaped both Wendy's and my lips. I'm not sure who moaned the loudest, but there was no mistaking that Wendy and I were both enjoying the moment very, very much. To her cries of "more, baby, more," I responded by thrusting powerfully into her hairy pussy, slamming forward into her cunt so forcefully that my ball sack slapped against her wet, naked ass. Leaning forward a bit myself, I placed both hands on Wendy's shoulders to provide me with increased leverage as I slammed away at Wendy's cunt. My sister-in-law responded by lifting both of her hands and placing them on the mirror, her wet handprints smudging the growing steam on the glass. Fast now, faster still, I fucked Wendy with every ounce of energy my fifty-seven year old body could muster. Leaning forward again, I laid my chest against Wendy's back, fucking her pussy as if this fuck session would be the last of my life. Each time I drove into Wendy's cunt, her face inched closer and closer to the mirror until finally, her right cheek was planted against the glass. If she was in physical pain from being pushed against the mirror, she made no mention of it.

It wasn't pain that neither Wendy nor I was experiencing at the time, anyway. No, the more I drove into her cunt, the louder she moaned, and the more she met my forward thrusts with rearward thrusts of her own. By now, the small, steamy bathroom was filled with sounds of sexually-induced moans and slapping sounds as our bodies worked together to achieve orgasm. It was then that I felt Wendy shift her body by lifting the right leg entirely from resting on the drawer where it had rested so far and place the right knee firmly on the counter. This shift in body position opened her pussy wider, allowing me to pile drive her cunt to even greater depths. With her left foot planted firmly on the floor and her right leg lifted, it was as if my cock had suddenly found two pussies to fuck. But while it seemed that Wendy's cunt had suddenly deepened, it still seemed tightly closed. Despite her age and having had six children, Wendy's cunt lips invited me in, but they were still located close enough together that her cunt resembled that of a twenty-one year old woman. "Damn, Wendy," I said over her right shoulder, "but baby, you are one great fuck."

To my surprise, Wendy responded to my comment by suddenly extending both arms behind her and preventing me from entering her. "Baby, I want to kiss you while we fuck, I want to look directly into your eyes while you slam my pussy," she said. Well, who was I to say no? Stepping back, I allowed Wendy to guide our now sweat-soaked bodies to the bedroom where she guided me to a reclining position on the bed. Crawling up onto the mattress, Wendy straddled my waist, her pussy easily finding and accepting my still very hard cock. "I'm going to ride you, honey," Wendy said. "I'm going to ride you like a stallion." Wendy instantly slid down the entire length of my cock, now well-lubricated from her cunt juices, and recommenced fucking me. With each upward movement of her body, Wendy's tits jiggled, and her nipples acted like small, pointed guides. She moaned loudly when I extended my arms and grasped each tit in one hand, responding by saying, "That's it, Ron, attack my tits." Mauling the two fleshy melons now, I thrust upward as forcefully as possible while maintaining my hand hold on her tits and nipples. Wendy leaned forward, kissed me, then leaned back and with her hands resting on my hairy thighs, suddenly began to call out her husband's name.

"Luke, Luke, Luke," she cried as she rode the length of my cock. Although I was momentarily taken aback, I decided that at least it was me fucking Wendy and not her dipshit husband. In that regard, it was my cock his wife was riding, and not his. And if I exploded into her cunt, which I knew was inevitable, then what did it matter? It was "Stupid's" fault that Wendy was here in the first place, taking every millimeter of hard, meaty cock I could muster, slamming her cunt down so forcefully on my meat that I felt as if I'd inserted my cock into a vacuum cleaner. So go ahead, Wendy, I said to myself: call me whatever you want. Just make me come, baby, just make me come.

Wendy continued to call out Luke's name, but just as abruptly as she had started to call out Luke's name, she suddenly began to cry out with different out different statements. "Can you see me now, Luke, you prick," she screamed as she arched her back again and slid her cunt down the length of my dick. "Can you hear my moans because I'm getting a better fuck than you ever gave me, you worthless bastard?" It dawned on me then what Wendy was doing. Either she was avenging her lack of a true, exciting and stimulating sex life, or she was fantasizing that her husband was watching her fuck me, or both. It was also then that I realized that despite my comments to Wendy prior to her entering the shower, she'd decided to fuck me before I'd ever reached that decision. It was most likely, then, that Wendy had used the excuse of needing to get away temporarily as the means to find her way to my home, as a way of finding my cock buried hilt deep in her cunt. And with that realization, I increased the force I applied to the upward thrusts of my naked ass from the mattress. I lifted my ass so far above the mattress that my knees were bent at forty-five degree angles. My body was so far above the mattress that each upward thrust caused Wendy to lean forward to maintain her balance.

Of course, Wendy leaning forward had its advantages. Each time she bent at the waist, the action caused her magnificent titties to swing before my face. I instantly grasped the right tit and jammed as much of the huge globe into my greedy mouth, pulling the nipple deep, deep, deep between my lips, only to be attacked by my swirling tongue. Wendy moaned even louder each time I attacked her tits, until she finally leaned far enough forward to smash her mouth onto mine. Now, as she rode me and I slammed away at her hairy pussy, we engaged in a tug-of-war with our tongues, perhaps trying to outdo the other, perhaps attempting to gag the other with our hot, active tongues.

Wendy broke the kiss, lifted her body again, and once again cried out, "LUKE, LUKE, LUKE, I'M BEING FUCKED BY SOMEONE ELSE, AND I'M LOVING IT!" Leaning back now, so far, I fact that her sweat-covered back made contact with my upper thighs, I watched in awe as Wendy manipulated her body so that my cock remained buried in her cunt, but she was also able to slide her pussy from one end of my prick to another. On and on and on, Wendy and I fucked in this fashion until she suddenly sat upright, dug her nails into my naked chest, and screamed, "I'M COMING RON, BABY, I'M COMING!"

I love to fuck, as you can clearly see. But I also love new experiences when I'm fucking, and it was my sister-in-law, my lovely, forty-four year old sister in law who provided me with just such an experience. Each time my cock slid between Wendy's cunt lips, and each time she moaned loudly, I felt a distinct tug on my cock. Not on just the head or the base, but the entire shaft. Each time I either slid the cock inward or pulled it outward, Wendy seemed to have the ability to clench her cunt muscles so tightly that it felt as if I was fucking a much younger woman. I was amazed by this physical realization, and became determined to make sure Wendy's first - but not her last - orgasm with me was her best.

Spinning my body quickly to my right, and without breaking the cock-cunt contact, I repositioned our bodies so that Wendy was now lying on her back. I saw her drop her chin and stare momentarily at my cock as it continued to pummel away at her pussy, as it slid easily through her thick covering of cunt hair. Returning her gaze to me now, she continued to moan loudly, but shook her head as if giving me the okay to come. I returned the nod while increasing the forward force of my cock into her pussy. Wendy's legs were spread so wide that her ankles and feet seemed miles away from me. On and on and on, my cock steaming from the pleasurable punishment, I slammed away at Wendy so hard that the bed had started to creak, the volume coming from the bed frame almost as loud as the combined moans of my sister-in-law and myself.

But I said "almost" because it was then that my orgasm arrived without warning. ‘OH, FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK!" I screamed, followed by a sound resembling a low roar from the depths of my throat. "WENDY, BABY!" I moaned as I arched my back and concentrated now on depositing every drop of hot, white crème into this woman's cunt. "I'M COMING, LUKE, YOU COCKSUCKER!" I added as I remembered to pay back with words the asshole who I called brother-in-law.

But Wendy was exploding as well, the sexual tremors rising from her pussy and spreading rapidly throughout her perspiration-covered body. ‘THAT'S IT RON," Wendy moaned, even louder than I had. "FUCK ME BECAUSE MY HUSBAND'S AN ASSHOLE!" In an instant, Wendy wrapped her legs around my waist, locked her ankles, and held my in place as my cock continued to stream wave after wave of come into Wendy's cunt. And as each pussy-shattering wave of orgasm cruised through Wendy's body and together, we shared not only an attraction for each other, but also sharing a sense of discontent for her idiot husband.

After several moments, I collapsed upon Wendy's naked chest. Wendy responded by kissing my mouth, my lips, my face, as the last vestiges of her orgasm left her body. I rolled to her side, my hand now resting on her right tit, fingering the still-taut nipple, still thinking about fucking Wendy very, very soon. After a while, Wendy rose from the bed, entered the bathroom, then reemerged carrying a warm washcloth. She wrapped the cloth around my now flaccid cock, and began to rinse the combined cunt and cock juices from my shaft. When she completed the task, Wendy folded her body into mine and for the next thirty minutes, we discussed what we'd just done. There was no guilt in either of our voices, no statements of remorse. No, instead, my beautiful sister-in-law and I discussed why we'd waited so long to fuck, why we'd delayed the inevitable.

It was then that I reminded Wendy we were supposed to see the sights of the city, that I had promised to be her tour guide for the day. "What if I want to do something else," she asked as she propped herself on her right elbow and smiled at me. When I asked what "something else" meant, my sister-in-law, this forty-four year old woman who fucked like a twenty-one year old, this sexy, beautiful woman responded by grasping my cock and once again placing the now hardening shaft between her lips. In seconds, my cock reached maximum hardness again, and once again...well, you know the rest of the story.

We never did make it out of the apartment that day.