Straight Male / 36
Forbidden Fruit
I’m not sure when it happened, how it happened or why it happened. It’s so cliché, a husband secretly fantasizing about his wife’s sexy sister.
Nevertheless, here I am. Its becoming more and more difficult to be around her. I suppose it doesn’t help that she lives down the road, nor does it help, that a while ago I found, some, shall we say, “naughty” pictures of her.
Those pictures have provided me with sufficient fodder to sustain my “hand-held” fantasies. Or at least they did. Could fantasy ever turn into reality? I suppose all horny husbands in this situation wonder the same thing.
But…
We flirt, and its mutual.
Is there something there?
I was at her place, working on a business concept that we were developing. She was on her way home. Probably 30 minutes away. I had already snooped through her underwear drawer. I was hoping to find some really slutty undies, maybe even a vibrator. Some sexy black lace panties, no toys. Her husband really wasn’t doing his job.
I heard her car pull into its parking spot, jolting me from my day dreaming. Oh well, back to work. She walks in, and my eyes hungrily follow her. She’s rambling on about her day so far, I’m not really paying attention. I’m trying my best to hide the rather obvious erection that I am nursing.
Suddenly, PANIC!, I hadn’t put her undies back into the drawer. There they lay on her bed, now being inspected by her as she stood over them, a pensive look on her face.
At this point, I stammer on about the work we need to do, hardly able to get the words out.
“I’m so fucked”
I imagined her telling her sister, my wife, what I had been up to.
“I’m so very fucked”
She slowly walked out of the room, she didn’t say anything. She walks into the bathroom, and stands in front of the mirror, her hands placed on the edge of the basin. She takes her deep breath, and looks in my direction, then back into the mirror.
I wait. She takes another deep breath, and in an almost surreal moment unbuttons her jeans, slides them down her legs, and slowly peels of her little pink panty.
“What the fuck was happening”
She turns and walks to me, the little pink piece of material dangling from her hand, but it was the sight of my sister in law walking towards me bearing her cleanly shaved pussy that had me mesmerized.
Standing inches away from me, she thrust her panties into my face.
“Are these better?”
The sweet scent of her used panties, made my head spin, and I inhaled deeply.
I was brought out of my pussy induced intoxication by her hand rubbing the bulge in my pants. My gaping mouth filled by her stuffing those dirty panties into my mouth.
She was unbuttoning my pants
She was stroking my cock
She was dropping to her knees
By the time my mind had caught up to what was unfolding before my disbelieving eyes, she was moving her head up and down my throbbing shaft.
She raised her head, my saliva covered cock popping out of her delicious lipstick smeared mouth. She pulled her top up over her head, as I hurriedly pulled off my pants and shirt.
I easily picked her up and placed her on top of the marble kitchen island. The cold marble against her taunt ass, her nipples, hard.
I spread her legs and almost instantly my head disappeared I into her parted pussy. I pushed my tongue deep into her.
Her moans, breathless, almost grateful.
She lay back onto the counter, her back arched, grinding her pussy into my willing mouth.
As I massaged her swollen clit, my tongue probing deep into her pussy, I felt the shudder of her orgasm. Her moans louder now, her legs spread as wide as she could allow them.
She let out a cry of pleasure, as she came, her ejaculate filling my mouth, before collapsing onto the cold marble.
I kissed her, her tongue deep into my mouth, tasting the aftermath of her orgasm in my mouth.
Her legs, now wrapped around me. Made it easy to lift her from the counter and carry her to the couch.
I pushed her into the supple leather, before pushing my cock deep into her mouth, before withdrawing.
My throbbing cock pushed into her tight pussy. Her orgasm, allowing me to slide deep into her.
My thrusts we deliberately hard, deliberately deep.
She took it. She took all of it.
Over and over my cock rammed into her pussy. I could feel my own climax building.
In that instant, I knew, I wasn’t going to pull out of her, I had wanted this for too long.
Our eyes fixed on one another, she knew, and perhaps she wanted it even more than me.
Harder, Faster, Deeper.
Like the opening of a dams sluice gate, I flooded my sister in laws pussy with my cum.
In the silent aftermath, she lay on the couch, legs still spread, wiping away the cum that dripped from her pussy with the same pair of pink panties that had begun this.
Its been months since that day, and I don’t secretly snoop in her underwear drawer anymore. Our business is flourishing, but most importantly, my sister in law accepts my cum at least once a week.
I’m not sure when it happened, how it happened or why it happened. It’s so cliché, a husband secretly fantasizing about his wife’s sexy sister.
Nevertheless, here I am. Its becoming more and more difficult to be around her. I suppose it doesn’t help that she lives down the road, nor does it help, that a while ago I found, some, shall we say, “naughty” pictures of her.
Those pictures have provided me with sufficient fodder to sustain my “hand-held” fantasies. Or at least they did. Could fantasy ever turn into reality? I suppose all horny husbands in this situation wonder the same thing.
But…
We flirt, and its mutual.
Is there something there?
I was at her place, working on a business concept that we were developing. She was on her way home. Probably 30 minutes away. I had already snooped through her underwear drawer. I was hoping to find some really slutty undies, maybe even a vibrator. Some sexy black lace panties, no toys. Her husband really wasn’t doing his job.
I heard her car pull into its parking spot, jolting me from my day dreaming. Oh well, back to work. She walks in, and my eyes hungrily follow her. She’s rambling on about her day so far, I’m not really paying attention. I’m trying my best to hide the rather obvious erection that I am nursing.
Suddenly, PANIC!, I hadn’t put her undies back into the drawer. There they lay on her bed, now being inspected by her as she stood over them, a pensive look on her face.
At this point, I stammer on about the work we need to do, hardly able to get the words out.
“I’m so fucked”
I imagined her telling her sister, my wife, what I had been up to.
“I’m so very fucked”
She slowly walked out of the room, she didn’t say anything. She walks into the bathroom, and stands in front of the mirror, her hands placed on the edge of the basin. She takes her deep breath, and looks in my direction, then back into the mirror.
I wait. She takes another deep breath, and in an almost surreal moment unbuttons her jeans, slides them down her legs, and slowly peels of her little pink panty.
“What the fuck was happening”
She turns and walks to me, the little pink piece of material dangling from her hand, but it was the sight of my sister in law walking towards me bearing her cleanly shaved pussy that had me mesmerized.
Standing inches away from me, she thrust her panties into my face.
“Are these better?”
The sweet scent of her used panties, made my head spin, and I inhaled deeply.
I was brought out of my pussy induced intoxication by her hand rubbing the bulge in my pants. My gaping mouth filled by her stuffing those dirty panties into my mouth.
She was unbuttoning my pants
She was stroking my cock
She was dropping to her knees
By the time my mind had caught up to what was unfolding before my disbelieving eyes, she was moving her head up and down my throbbing shaft.
She raised her head, my saliva covered cock popping out of her delicious lipstick smeared mouth. She pulled her top up over her head, as I hurriedly pulled off my pants and shirt.
I easily picked her up and placed her on top of the marble kitchen island. The cold marble against her taunt ass, her nipples, hard.
I spread her legs and almost instantly my head disappeared I into her parted pussy. I pushed my tongue deep into her.
Her moans, breathless, almost grateful.
She lay back onto the counter, her back arched, grinding her pussy into my willing mouth.
As I massaged her swollen clit, my tongue probing deep into her pussy, I felt the shudder of her orgasm. Her moans louder now, her legs spread as wide as she could allow them.
She let out a cry of pleasure, as she came, her ejaculate filling my mouth, before collapsing onto the cold marble.
I kissed her, her tongue deep into my mouth, tasting the aftermath of her orgasm in my mouth.
Her legs, now wrapped around me. Made it easy to lift her from the counter and carry her to the couch.
I pushed her into the supple leather, before pushing my cock deep into her mouth, before withdrawing.
My throbbing cock pushed into her tight pussy. Her orgasm, allowing me to slide deep into her.
My thrusts we deliberately hard, deliberately deep.
She took it. She took all of it.
Over and over my cock rammed into her pussy. I could feel my own climax building.
In that instant, I knew, I wasn’t going to pull out of her, I had wanted this for too long.
Our eyes fixed on one another, she knew, and perhaps she wanted it even more than me.
Harder, Faster, Deeper.
Like the opening of a dams sluice gate, I flooded my sister in laws pussy with my cum.
In the silent aftermath, she lay on the couch, legs still spread, wiping away the cum that dripped from her pussy with the same pair of pink panties that had begun this.
Its been months since that day, and I don’t secretly snoop in her underwear drawer anymore. Our business is flourishing, but most importantly, my sister in law accepts my cum at least once a week.
