As in my previous stories, this is fantasy, not reality. The names have been changed to protect the lusted after, and if you're under 18, you should not be reading this. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Have fun and stay safe.
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Ever since I've known my wife Sandy, I have been in lust with her sisters. They're all pretty nice looking and I've been trying to get them into bed pretty much since I first met them. Now, my wife knows about it. She tells me no way, uh uh, nope, nada, nice try. That doesn't stop me though. I still offer my "services" to them every once in a while. I don't do it as often as I used to, but, I still lay it out there in the hopes that one day they'll say yes. This story is about the day my sis-in-law, Leslie, finally said yes.
Leslie, my sis-in-law is about 2 years older than my wife and I. She's the "martyr" of the family; always helping out at the family parties, but, also complaining about it and drawing attention to the fact that she did help out. It's one of her few faults, but hell, we all have them. Thankfully, she's built like the proverbial brick shit house. Very long legs, which she loves to show off with short skirts and dresses. Big beautiful breasts, which also get shown off quite a lot and a gorgeous face with big beautiful eyes. If you saw here, you'd understand why I want her so badly. She has put on some weight over the years, but is still gorgeous. Marilyn Monroe/Sophia Loren/Jayne Mansfield gorgeous. Big and beautiful. Full bodied. A "real" woman!
Like I said, ever since I met my wife, I've lusted after at least one of her sisters. The other two, Kathy and Samantha are younger. When my wife and I first met, they were off limits. VERY off limits. Leslie, on the other hand, was of age and very easy on the eyes. Luckily, Sandy has always been cool about my lust of her sisters. She knows I wouldn't do anything stupid to jeopardize our relationship. She also knows I'd love to bed all of them at once. Hey, I know it's a dream, but what a dream! Anyway, we've always been close and I've bent over backwards to help them out when I can.
When Leslie left her first husband, I was there to help her move out. When Samantha needed help moving, I was there. When Kathy required help moving, I was there too. If they needed money, I loaned it. No complaints, I was just there. Now of course, I did some "adult" joking with them. I'd ask for a flash of titty or perhaps an hour in bed as compensation, but always said it as a joke. Well, one day, the joke became reality.
Leslie hasn't made the greatest choices in the world regarding the guys she's dated. Her husband was an asshole. He wouldn't share his money with her, didn't put her name on the deed to the house they lived in and had his parents as first beneficiaries on his life insurance! Like I said, he was an asshole. The only fun they had together was when they were drinking. Going through life drunk is not the brightest idea. Her choices since then haven't been much of an upgrade. She usually finds them in bars and they wind up screwing her in more ways than one. It was after one of these screw jobs that I got my chance.
My wife and her sisters are very close. They talk almost every other day, especially during the holidays. They'll call to find out what the kids want for Christmas or to let us know who we have in the family grab bag. Usually Leslie will say that she hasn't been laid in a while and I'll immediately offer my services. This gets met by stoney silence or nervous laughter on the other end. I'll then hand the phone over to my wife. Well, this time she shocked me by asking me how soon I could be over. I about choked and she just laughed and asked to talk to her sister. I handed the phone over to my wife and turned my attention to watching TV.
"So, how would you like to fuck my sister?" my wife asked. I just about choked on the soda I was drinking.
"What? What the hell are you talking about? You're not serious are you?" I replied.
"Yeah, I'm serious. Since we've opened the door with Kathy, why not? I know you love them like you love me and you won't hurt Leslie like her boyfriends do. She asked if she could borrow you this weekend to help her move some stuff. I think she wants to borrow your 'tool' this time too."
I was speechless. I mean, if this was on the up and up, I'd be having sex with my second SIL in three months! One that I've lusted over for just about 25 years now. Talk about your dreams come true.
"Okay, when does she want me?"
"She mentioned sometime Saturday morning. Knowing her, you should probably shoot for noon. She needs to rearrange her bedroom and den furniture. She said it would take all day, but I think she has more planned than just moving furniture."
I quickly agreed and Sandy called Leslie back to let her know I'd be there on Saturday.
Saturday arrived and I headed out to Leslie's place. She lives about 30 minutes from our place, so I made it pretty quickly. She greeted me at the door wearing bulky sweats. Damn, I thought to myself, too good to be true. She let me in and we got to work right away.
Three hours later, we were ready for a break. I think we moved every damn piece of furniture she owned. I was dog tired but happy to help her out. She grabbed a couple of beers from her fridge and we sat on the sofa.
We made the usual small talk and then she dropped the bombshell. "Still interested in getting in my pants?"
This time, I did choke on what I was drinking. She laughed as the beer flowed from my mouth and nose. "I guess that means yes?"
I got control of myself and stuttered, "Yes, I'd love to get into your pants."
"Well, today's your lucky day then."
