| Straight: Infidelity: My naughty little sister in law |
 69 votes |
|||
Share This Story: BlinkList - del.icio.us - Furl - ma.gnolia - Spurl - Yahoo MyWeb - StumbleUpon |
||||
|
Ever been caught masturbating? Pretty embarrassing, isn’t it? Your heart races, you go red, you stutter out excuses as you pull your pants up…ugh, not a nice experience. Happened to me last Friday night, actually. But sometimes these unpleasant situations have a way of twisting into something altogether better than you could have imagined possible. See, my sister in law Laura had asked me to go round to her house and sort out a computer problem she was having. Neither Laura nor her husband Gary is much use with I.T. and they didn’t really know where to start. Not a problem, I said, I’d helped out before with things like that. Gary and Laura were going out for the night but said to help myself to beer and food from the fridge; one of them would give me a lift home later on. So they went out and I got to work on the PC…turned out to be a simple problem, and I was all finished within twenty minutes. Oh well, may as well take them up on their hospitality while I wait, I thought to myself. So I grabbed a beer and a slice of pizza, got myself comfortable on the couch and switched on the TV. Channel surfed for a few minutes, but really there was nothing on worth watching. My mind started wandering… God, though, Laura had looked good before when she was ready to go out. I’d always had a bit of a thing for her. Really she wasn’t as pretty as her sister, my wife Fiona, but she had something else going for her. She was more fun, a little bit wild at times, more of a free spirit. More sexy if I was honest. Her husband had complained that she’d put on a bit of weight after they married, but I preferred her the way she was now. Gave her a nice pair of tits, a nice round ass. And that body certainly looked good in her outfit tonight, a strappy black top and miniskirt with knee-length black leather boots. I was starting to get pretty horny just thinking about her. I looked at the clock, it was still only nine o’clock and they weren’t due back until eleven at the earliest. Bored and horny, and with time to kill, I made my way back upstairs. I was just innocently wondering what type of lingerie Laura might have in her drawers, and whether I could find those sexy black patent heels she was wearing last weekend. They won’t be back for ages, I thought, and it doesn’t hurt anyone to look. So I walked into their bedroom, and started carefully browsing through the cupboards and drawers. Sure enough, there were the new shoes back in their box at the top of one of the cupboards. God, they’re so sexy, she looked amazing in them. My cock was starting to get harder and harder. I rubbed the heel of the shoe over my crotch, imagining her wearing them for me. Taking the shoes with me, I began looking in the drawers and quickly found her lingerie. Oh my goodness, what a collection. I only wish my wife would be as enthusiastic for sexy underwear – silk, satin, lace in black, red, blue, white. Basques and thongs and see-through lacy bras, unopened boxes of stockings, sexy little nightdresses. That lucky bastard Gary, I thought to myself. My erection was now straining against the inside of my pants. I checked the clock again, still plenty of time, I couldn’t resist. Carefully I removed a tiny red satin and lace nightdress from the drawer, and lay back on the bed. I unbuttoned my trousers, and gently began rubbing myself against the leather of her shoes, while letting the satin of her underwear slide over my chest and neck. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine it was her touching me, brushing against me. Her beautiful round breasts begging to be kissed. Rubbing quicker and harder, my cock as hard as stone, my breath and heart racing, losing myself in the fantasy. Resting the nightdress over my face, picturing her rubbing her tits against me, hearing her beg me to lick them, kiss them, bite them. Within a minute I was ready to cum. “Steve, I’m back! How are you getting on?” Laura’s voice called upstairs from the front door as she closed it behind her. Shit. “Fine, just a second, I’m just finishing up,” I stammered, hoping to God she and Gary would stay downstairs for a moment. Trying to gather up her shoes, her lingerie, pull up my pants all at the same time. Oh god, oh god…there was pre-cum all over the shiny leather of her shoes. Another ten seconds and they would have been dripping with real cum. What was I thinking…? As I tried to get to my feet from the bed, I heard the sound I was dreading: footsteps on the stairs. How am I going to explain this one, I wondered. Laura’s voice again as she climbed the stairs: “Oh that’s great, Gary’s gone to a club but I couldn’t be bothered, so I thought I’d come back and give you a lift home if you’re all done.” I managed to get her nightdress back into her drawer and gently close it as I heard her go into the study. “Steve? Where are you?” My trousers were now up but only the top button was fastened, and my belt lay open… I still had her shoes in my hand and despite the shock my erection was still painfully obvious. I tiptoed as quickly as I could to her shoe cupboard. But too late…the door to the bedroom opened. “Steve, are you ok? What are you doing in here?” I just remember thinking; thank God that Gary’s not here at least. We stared at each other for a moment, my brain racing and trying to find an innocent explanation, but coming up empty. Laura was obviously trying to figure out just what I was up to. Didn’t take her long. “Steve! What do you think you’re doing?” “Listen, Laura, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I was having a bit of a nose around, just got bored. I know I shouldn’t have…” She watched me stammer around for a minute, my face red with embarrassment. Then a strange thing happened. A wicked smile started playing on her lips as she leaned her body against the doorframe, one hand on her hip. “Oh really? Looks like you were enjoying your look around anyway!” This with a slight nod towards my decreasing, but still obvious, erection. I shrugged, couldn’t think of anything to say. “Like those shoes, do you?” She started walking into the room slowly. “Thought I saw you checking them out last week. Bet you’ve had a little look in here too, have you?” She slid past me towards her underwear drawer, and then bent from her waist to open it. Her skirt rode dangerously high, her legs and ass looking good enough to eat, only inches from me. Involuntarily the blood began rushing back to my cock. “Hmm,” she muttered. The red nightdress was stuffed inelegantly amongst the other carefully arranged lingerie. Still bent over, she looked back over her shoulder at me. “Like what you see here too, then?” “Laura, I can only say sorry. I really shouldn’t have…” Now she straightened up, taking the nightdress from the drawer and smoothing it out against her body, then placing it on the bed. She turned to me, putting a finger to her red lips. “Shhh. No need to be coy. See, this is an interesting situation for me. Take a seat.” I did as I was told, sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to hide my resurgent erection with my hand. Laura stood opposite, leaning back against a wardrobe. “I’ve always liked you, Steve. Ever since we were a lot younger. Since you started going out with my sister in fact. I was just seventeen then, wasn’t I? You didn’t give me a second look.” “I always liked you too, Laura.” “Mmm, not in the way I mean.” Now she was walking towards me, putting one foot up on the bed right next to my thigh. She unzipped her stiletto heeled boot, looking right in my eye all the time. “What I mean is, I always had the hots for you. Was always jealous of Fiona getting you all to herself.” Now she was removing her other boot, letting it drop to the floor. “Couple of years later, I thought I’d do something about it. Used to dress so provocatively when you came round for Fiona, don’t you remember?” She slowly pulled her top off as she spoke. God her tits looked good in that lacy black bra. Still I stayed where I was. “Yes, I used to wear those tiny little skirts. Totter around in high heels. The tightest tops I could find. You think I always dressed like that?” Now she was unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the ground. Her panties were tiny, barely covering her. She turned; they were completely sheer at the back, allowing me a view of her wonderful ass. “Well?” “Laura, I…” “Well, I didn’t. Only dressed like that for you. Thought I could seduce you one day, thought you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off.” She looked over her shoulder at me as she removed her bra, then bent to push her panties down. I started to stand, unable to resist any longer, dying to push my cock into her as she bent there naked. “Ah-ah-ah,” she commanded, “stay where you are.” Again I obeyed, wondering what she was up to. She turned back towards the bed, and I could see her body properly, her plump breasts even more inviting than I had imagined them. She picked up her black patent shoes from beside me on the bed and dropped them to the floor. “But you did resist, didn’t you? Only had eyes for my sister.” She slipped her feet into the shoes, her legs and ass looking even better now they were tautened by the height of her heels. I could feel the blood pumping through me, the hardness in my pants. “Sometimes I’d lay in bed at night and touch myself, thinking of you. But I never had you. And then we both got married and that was the end of that….” Laura raised an eyebrow and again smiled her crooked, naughty, seductive smile. “But now here you are, wanking off over my underwear, wanting to cum on my shoes.” Now she was putting on the red nightdress, smooth satin against her skin, lace over her gorgeous breasts. So short it only covered her bare pussy by an inch. “But I bet you were thinking of me the whole time, weren’t you? Wishing you could fuck me? Wishing I’d wear these things for you?” she whispered conspiratorially. I nodded, and at last she came to me. Kneeling between my legs. Unbuttoning my trouser button. Pulling my pants to the floor. Now she was pushing me back on the bed, straddling me. Her breasts dangled inches from my lips, her pussy hovered over my hard cock. I could feel the heat from her as she lowered herself towards me. The tip of my erection brushed against her pussy lips, and with relief I realised she was as horny as I. “Steve, you only needed to ask. You could’ve fucked me ten years ago and every day since if you’d wanted to.” “Oh god Laura, I wish I’d known…” “You want to fuck me now, don’t you?” Dipping slightly, she allowed the tip of my cock just inside her pussy lips as she rocked back and forth. “Yes, Laura, yes.” And with that she lowered herself onto me, my cock going right into her at the first stroke. Her cunt was hot and tight around me. She sighed deeply as she began rhythmically grinding against me. “Tell me how much you wanted me…” she whispered “Oh god, I have wanted you so bad….you turn me on so much…” In and out of her faster and faster now, I kissed and licked beads of sweat from her throat and breasts. Laura was panting hard, fast. Now Laura asked me urgently, “More than my sister? You want to fuck me more than her?” “Yes, Laura, I want to fuck you so much more. I want to fuck you every day.” That was what she wanted to hear, needed to hear. She bucked against me five times, hard, grinding herself against my hardness. Her panting turned to groans, and then to screams as she neared orgasm. “Cum for me, baby,” I told her, “you fuck so much better…” She came, writhing against me, the satin nightdress stuck to her skin, her heels scratching my legs viciously. On and on she moaned my name as her cunt tightened around me. Her orgasm subsided and she was off me, spinning onto her back, still panting, getting her breath back. “Cum all over me, Steve. Look at my body and cum all over it, I want to feel your cum on me now.” I didn’t need a second invitation; she looked so fucking sexy. Nipples hard inside her sweat-soaked nightdress, her wet pussy between spread legs, patent stilettos dangling from her outstretched feet. Her red lips open, asking me to cum, begging me to. I knelt over her and felt her hand on my cock, her manicured fingers wrapped around me, beginning to pump me. And before long she got her wish; I felt my balls tighten and my cum began flowing, splashing over her neck, her tits, her face. “Oh god that feels good.” Laura was rubbing my cum into her breasts, licking it from her fingers and lips. I continued cumming, harder than I ever remember. Finally my balls were empty, and Laura was satisfied. “Hmm, that feel good baby?” she asked. “Laura, you’re a naughty girl. What if…” “Nobody will find out, it’s our little secret. Just as long as you want me, I’m yours.” We’ve seen each other twice since, and boy is she good…but I don’t know if we’ll ever recapture the heat and intensity of that first encounter when I discovered just how naughty my little sister-in-law really is. |
  |
Teasing the pants right off him--
