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Subject: MY WIFE'S SISTER
Date: 26 May 1997 16:36:21 GMT
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                          MY WIFE'S SISTER

 "Of all the two bit sluts in this world who could come on to me like
 that, why did it have to be her?," Michael asked himself bitterly.
 "Hey, sounds like a Bogart line out of Casablanca," he mused.

 Michael was half-heartedly watching a hockey game on the small black
 and white television that stood in the corner of the chalet they were
 renting on the slopes near Boulder.  As the dwindling twilight
 further darkened the overcast skies, a windy snow storm continued
 howling out- side the tiny living room's balcony doors.  Embers from
 a warm fire were still glowing in the fireplace.  He took another
 pull of whisky and considered his options.

 If he went to bed with his sister-in-law, he would have to tell his
 wife.  He was certain that no affair could ever remain discrete.
 Secrecy in infidelities and so called casual affairs were a big myth.
 His marriage would probably survive an affair, but his relationship
 with his wife would never be the same.  The long-term pain there
 would be costly.

 Sex would also ruin his friendship with his sister-in-law.  Michael
 LIKED Deloris.  She was good people and fun to be around.  She had
 interesting and valuable insights into travel, culture, and even
 psychology.  Since she was a medical doctor she was forever telling
 stories about patients, health issues, and society.  Fucking would
 probably ruin all the fun he had talking to her and being around her
 and her husband.

 Michael definitely did not mind hurting Deloris' husband.  John was a
 real jerk.  Clinically, he suffered from PE, but worse than the
 physical manifestations of John's problem was his callous lack of any
 sexual empathy.  John really did not care if Deloris had an orgasm or
 not.  Sex between Deloris and her husband consisted of John's
 selfishly playing with her breasts until he was erect, some hasty
 fumbling around, and finally ejaculation within two minutes of
 penetration.  For John, sex was simply getting his rocks off.  Having
 absolutely no amorous experience before marrying John, Deloris had
 discussed her problems with her sister.

 Michael wondered if his wife's descriptions of their own lovemaking
 had influenced Deloris in any way.  "Probably," he thought.

 Michael turned the volume down on the television, put a fresh log on
 the fire, and knocked back the rest of his whisky.  Still thinking
 about Deloris, he stared into the fire, and stoked the new log
 absentmindedly.  Then he started looking at the CD's scattered on top
 of the stereo system.  Giggles floated out of the kitchen as the two
 sisters exchanged gossip and caught up on each others' lives.  After
 glancing at all the titles, he settled on Dire Straits' "Brothers in
 Arms," loaded it in the player, and went to the kitchen.

 It was Michael's wife Gina's turn to do the dinner dishes, and
 Deloris was standing around watching.  As the opening notes of "So
 Far Away From Me" glided through the little chalet, Michael walked
 into the kitchen, tapped Deloris on the shoulder, and said, "Let's
 dance."

 Deloris giggled, followed him out of the kitchen, and melted
 sensuously into his embrace.  She concentrated carefully on following
 his adept Fox Trot.  Ballroom dancing was another aspect missing from
 Deloris' married life, and she was thrilled at the opportunity to
 dance.

 After only a few seconds, Gina came out of the kitchen, her hands
 dripping suds, scrutinizing the dancing pair jealously.  Michael
 swung Deloris in a pirouette, stepped away and embraced his wife.
 They danced a few steps, exchanging loving stares, then she pushed
 him away and went back in the kitchen to finish the dishes.  Deloris
 and Michael picked up the rhythm and finished their dance, holding
 each other closely and flowing seductively to the music.

 The feel of Deloris' soft, voluptuous, breasts against him made
 Michael grow hard, and his hot cock started pressing against his
 pants.  The Fox Trot they were dancing caused his cock to brush often
 against Deloris' legs during their dance.  Embarrassed, they avoided
 each others' eyes.  As the music faded away, Michael held her close
 to him and their eyes met.

 "I'll come visit you tonight," he whispered huskily.  His breathing
 was shallow and his heart was pounding with animal lust.

 The two couples go skiing in Colorado twice a winter.  This was the
 third year that they had come to Boulder.  Their travel agent got
 them good deals on flights and accommodations, and they all skied
 fairly well.  They usually stayed in a hotel, but this year, John had
 arranged for a business trip and got his company to spring for the
 chalet.  Medical equipment sales people apparently had big expense
 accounts.

 John and Deloris had driven out to the chalet earlier in the week.
 Deloris was between rotations and John stopped in on clients along
 the way.  Michael and Gina had flown in on Friday afternoon.
 Although it was possible to ski down to their door in the afternoons,
 the drive up to the chalet was long and treacherous.  Friday night
 the couples had a light, early dinner and had gone to bed early.

 The cool, dry, low-pressure mountain air somehow made both Michael
 and Gina really horny.  As they climbed up the narrow ladder to their
 tiny second floor bedroom that first night, they were quite excited
 and could hardly wait to take of their clothes and jump under the
 down comforter.  After only a few minutes of hot rugged foreplay,
 they assumed the missionary position, and started rutting like
 animals.  In a short quarter of an hour they climaxed together,
 muffling their grunts in the pillows and comforter.

 "We have to come up to the mountains more often," Michael whispered,
 still gasping from their mutual orgasm.

 They cuddled for a few minutes, then Gina reached down, taking his
 limp penis in her hand.  It grew hard to her tender manipulations and
 she climbed on top of her husband, adeptly inserting his hard member
 into her still wet vagina.  She moved her pelvis in smooth, slow
 gyrations, rubbing her clitoris on his pelvic bone.  Soon Gina was
 climaxing again, panting and groaning as wave after wave of pleasure
 rocked her whole body.

 Feeling his wife's skin break out in goose bumps and the intense,
 sudden heat of her vagina, Michael knew she was cumming.  Thrusting
 his hips up from underneath her, he pushed his cock harder into her
 hot love canal to intensify his own pleasure.  The rigorous,
 uncontrolled spasms and shudders of her climax brought Michael over
 the edge.  He was only a few strokes behind her as he shot his second
 load into her.

 "That was better," she said softly, rolling off of him to the side
 without breaking their embrace.  "I love you so much."

 They cuddled, kissed, and stroked each other softly a few seconds.
 Michael felt himself getting hard a third time that same hour.  He
 rubbed his hard cock against Gina's thigh.

 "Again?  So soon?," she asked in mock astonishment.

 Michael had not been so virile since before they were married.  When
 they were first engaged, it had not been uncommon for them to make
 love three times a night.  However, their five years together had
 reduced that frequency somewhat.  This time the foreplay went on for
 almost an hour.  Gina was apparently not as hot as her husband that
 night.

 First Michael kissed and fondled her small breasts, licking,
 tickling, and massaging her nipples with long gentle strokes.  While
 his tongue was busy with one nipple, he slipped his hand onto her
 sticky vagina and gently worked the juices up to her clitoris where
 the gentle stroking of his finger matched the rhythm and intensity of
 his tongue on her nipple.

 Finally, after varying the intensity and rhythm a few times, Gina
 pulled her pelvis away from his hand.  "I'm ready," she whispered
 softly.

 With unspoken mutual understanding, they both got up onto their hands
 and knees, and he mounted her from behind.  His left hand slipped
 around her waist onto her labia and his fingers stroked her clitoris
 as he pumped her slowly from behind.  After a few minutes, his back
 started to get tired and he rested more of his weight on her back and
 hips.  She slipped her knees down, dropping her weight onto the front
 of her body.  They did not miss a stroke, and his fingers continued
 to rub her clitoris in cadence to the pumping of his penis in her
 vagina.  Their relaxed, comfortable coitus lasted only fifteen more
 minutes before Gina once again started to buck and shudder.  As her
 climax washed over her, Michael had trouble just keeping his cock
 inside her cunt.  When she breathed the last blissful, contented sigh
 of her third orgasm, Michael brought his hand out from under her and
 shifted his weight onto his hands.  Then he started pumping harder
 and faster.  Soon he, too was cumming again, ejaculating only a few
 drops of semen deep into his wife's wet vagina.  A few minutes later
 they were both asleep.

 Early the next morning, after each took turns running in the freezing
 cold to the bathroom, they again made love, in spite of their
 stiffness from the previous night's extended sexual activities.
 Ravenous, they showered together quickly and went downstairs to
 prepare breakfast.

 After breakfast on Saturday morning, John drove off to do business at
 a hospital in Vale.  Michael, Gina, and Deloris hit the slopes early,
 and in spite of an occasional snow shower, the skiing was fantastic.
 Deloris raced down the slopes maniacally, trying to show off her
 style.  Michael thought she moved her hips too much and her knees too
 little but did not tell her.  Deloris was wearing matching pink
 sunglasses, hair band, ski suit and gloves.  Michael kept pace with
 his sister-in-law but waited for his wife at the lifts.  Deloris
 flirted with single men in the lift lines but always lost them on the
 slopes.  She was skiing very fast that day.

 When the three skiers returned to the chalet that evening, there was
 a message from John on the answering machine.  He was not staying in
 the chalet Saturday night because his business meeting had been
 extended late into the evening.  John said he would meet them on the
 slopes Sunday morning.

 As the second Dire Straits song started, Deloris looked down, away
 from Michael's lust filled eyes.  Though she still clung to him, he
 could see the uncertainty in her face and knew that she was not sure
 she wanted to sleep with her sister's husband.

 "If you want to," she said softly.  The uncertainty was also
 reflected in her voice.  Her obvious doubt gave Michael pangs of
 guilt about his planned infidelity.

 "If I go through with this," he thought to himself, "who is the real
 jerk?  Her loyal, cuckolded husband with sexual problems, or her
 adulterous brother-in-law who takes advantage of her?"

 Deloris's body features were almost the exact opposite of her
 sister's.  Whereas Gina was tall and slim, with muscular limbs and
 small breasts, Deloris was only five foot four and had a much more
 rounded figure.  Gina's hair was long and dark.  She had small brown,
 narrow eyes and full lips.  Gina, on the other hand, had short,
 sun-bleached, blond hair, huge sparkling blue eyes and thin lips.
 The irises of Deloris' eyes were hardly ever visible because her
 pupils were always so dilated.

 When they got in bed Saturday night, Michael started fondling his
 wife.

 "Are you hot?," she asked.

 "Yes," he answered, "aren't you?"

 "A little," she replied.  "I'm really tired and have soregasms.  Are
 you really hot?"

 He rubbed his erect penis against her back.

 "Oh, no!," she wailed ironically.  She took hold of his rock hard
 penis and kissed him passionately, bringing his hand down to her
 vagina.

 After a few minutes of mutual masturbation, she rolled away and
 pulled him on top of her.  "I'm ready," she said unnecessarily.

 Michael tried to be slow and gentle because Gina had complained of
 "soregasms."  He noted that many women in the heat of passion somehow
 do not feel pain and later regret being so violent in their
 lovemaking.  Penetrating very slowly, Michael pushed his pelvic bone
 against his wife's clitoris and rocked back and forth gently, pumping
 in long, soft strokes.

 "Are you close?," Gina asked an hour later.

 "No," he answered simply, "do you want to try a different position?"

 "Okay," she said in a tired voice.  "Which?"

 "Let's do it standing up," he said excitedly.

 "No, I'm too tired," she replied.

 "Okay, then doggy style, you on top," he suggested.

 They both rolled onto their backs and Michael helped his wife get on
 top of him.  Gina slipped his soggy wet cock into her vagina and he
 used both hands to manipulate her labia and clitoris.  Gina moved in
 a slow, unsteady rhythm and Michael manipulated her clitoris softly
 and quickly.

 Finally, after another hour of coital pulsing, Gina started to cum.
 Her orgasm was much stronger and more intense than any that weekend.
 She was almost screaming from the burning intensity of exquisite
 plea- sure.

 When the last her spasms subsided, Michael pushed her limp body off
 of his and mounted her in missionary position.  It took him almost
 twenty minutes to bring himself to an orgasm and it was relatively
 short.  The hours of foreplay and coitus had dampened his pleasure.
 It is also possible that his mind was not completely on his wife.

 Spent from her intense orgasm, Gina was asleep in a few minutes.
 Michael's mind drifted downstairs to his lonely sister-in-law.  His
 penis got hard just from his thinking about her gorgeous figure and
 soft, gentle skin.  Biding his time, he looked at the travel clock
 and decided to give his wife fifteen minutes to drift into a deep
 sleep before getting out of bed.

 The minutes felt like hours and he noticed he was looking at the
 clock more than twice a minute.

 "You don't have to go," his conscience told him.

 Ten minutes after his wife had fallen asleep, he slipped out of bed,
 put on his bath robe and climbed down the ladder.  He went to the
 bathroom and padded quietly to the master bedroom.  Deloris was
 sleeping in a warm-up suit, curled up in her down comforter.
 Michael's heart was pounding so hard, he thought he was going to have
 a heart attack.

 He furtively climbed onto her bed and leaned his weight against her,
 bringing his face close to hers.  She slept on, oblivious to his
 touch.  He softly kissed her cheek and put his arms around her gently
 prodding her until she finally woke up.  Without saying a word, she
 got out of bed and went to the bathroom.  Confused and ill at ease,
 he sat up on the bed waiting.

 She climbed groggily back into bed and pulled the comforter over her-
 self, ignoring him.  He slipped under the comforter and embraced her
 again.  She was completely passive and neither said a word.

 He kissed her, and she responded, pulling him to her and stuffing her
 tongue in his mouth passionately.  Still uncertain of himself and the
 situation, he slowly slipped his hand under her sweatshirt and
 massaged one of her nipples.  She moaned softly and pulled away from
 their embrace.

 Michael thought she was going to tell him to go away, but instead she
 slipped off her shirt and pulled him down on top of her.  They necked
 like teenagers, swirling and fencing with their tongues while holding
 each other tightly.  His hand kept up a steady manipulation of her
 huge, soft breasts and erect nipples.

 Then he broke away from her kissing and started licking her nipple.
 Sucking her breast into his mouth, he slipped the rest of his body
 down on top of hers.  Deloris moaned softly and arched her back each
 time he touched her breasts.

 Michael slipped further down on her bed and pulled her warm-up pants
 down, burying his face in her wet vagina.  She helped him slip off
 her pants and writhed under the caresses of his tongue on her vagina.
 Five minutes after his tongue started caressing her clitoris, she
 exploded in a long, intense orgasm, grunting deeply in her throat.

 "Why won't you make love to me properly?," she asked him when her
 orgasm had subsided.  He slid up her curvaceous body and lay on top
 of her, there faces almost touching.

 "Do you want me to?," he asked.

 "I don't want to hurt Gina," she said softly.  Tears welled up in her
 eyes and spilled down the sides of her face.

 "I'll take that as a no then," he said.  Relief flooded through him.
 He had not betrayed his wife.  His hot, stiff cock rested
 uncomfortably on Deloris' thigh, millimeters away from that blond
 obscure object of his passionate desire.

 "To tell you the truth, I just wanted you to have an orgasm," he said
 earnestly.  "It's not so important that we make love."

 She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her in a
 bear hug, sobbing violently but quietly.  When she finally let him
 go, he kissed her on the cheek and left her bed quickly before his
 cock got any better ideas.  First he went to the bathroom, bumping
 his erect penis in the doorway.  He washed his face and hands
 thoroughly, but could not get Deloris' smell out of his mouth.
 Finally, Michael gargled a shot of whisky, sloshing it in his mouth
 until his he could not stand the burning sensation anymore.

 "Where were you so long?," his wife greeted him as he slipped into
 bed.

 "Shitting," he answered.

 "Okay, g'night," she said sleepily.

 "Good night, Gina," he said.  "I love you."

 "Love you too," his wife replied.

                               THE END