Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: My Wife's Sister (MFF, cheat?, oral)
Date: 5 Oct 1995 01:34:00 GMT

			   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
whiskey 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 whiskey. Still
thinking about Deloris, he stared into the fire, and stoked the new
log absentmindedly. Then he started looking at the CDs 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, their 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 whiskey, 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