Since our original fight months ago when I found out my wife has been having sex with her bridesmaids up to the night before our wedding and responded by seducing those same bridesmaids, I had also started taking more control of our sex life.
Before, sex with my wife Amanda was more of a joint decision. There would be flirting, teasing. Now, she was lucky to get a word in before activities started.
Now, that's not to say that I was forcing myself on her. It just meant that instead of hinting and hoping, I was skipping the foreplay and going straight to penetration.
A couple days ago for instance, Amanda had looked delightful cooking dinner. She was wearing her work clothes, a gray wrap dress that fell to mid-thigh. When I walked in the kitchen, she was bent over the counter. Her ass was sticking out, and the dress pulled up fairly high.
My greeting was to unzip myself silently, walk up behind her, stroke the back of her thigh, and lift the dress.
She stood up, surprised, but let me kiss her neck and lower her panties before I inserted myself into her.
Dinner was delayed as our fucking moved from the kitchen counter out onto the couch. By the end, she was naked, and ended up straddling me as I sat on the couch, riding me until I deposited cum in her pussy.
After some post-coital bliss, she resumed dinner preparations. The only clothes she put back on were her panties, probably so I wouldn't leak down her leg. Altogether, a very satisfying situation to come home to.
Yesterday morning, we didn't even make it out the door. I came out of the shower to see her in a towel in front of the mirror, holding up clothes to decide what to wear.
She didn't get a chance to make a decision before I pulled her towel away and pushed her down onto her dresser, watching ourselves in the mirror as we fucked.
The view in the mirror of her face contorting in pleasure as I pounded her was nice, but the view below me of her long legs and beautiful ass was even better.
Amanda didn't like going to work with cum in her pussy, so when I was close, she dropped to her knees and swallowed my load as a protein-filled breakfast.
Her look afterwards as she went in to brush her teeth was one of satisfaction rather than disgust, which let me know that my methods were still welcome.
It had been two weeks since our weekend at the cabin that gave me the 'green light' to attempt to seduce my wife's sister, Nicole. I had been having regular conversations with my wife's high-school friend Anna, a lithe redhead who was going to assist me, but neither of us had come up with a decent plan.
As I went through my day, it dawned on me that we would we seeing Nicole this weekend. One of Amanda's cousins was getting married, and I was sure Nicole would be there.
Saturday morning, after a long car ride followed by my wife and I sitting in the garden of a hotel waiting for the ceremony to start, I got my first glimpse at my next (and final?) conquest. I was unaware that she was in the wedding, so it was a surprise when I saw her before the ceremony, extremely made-up and prepared.
As I had said, Nicole looked like Amanda would after she had some plastic surgery. The bridesmaids were dressed in kelly green dresses. They were short, only knee-length, showing off Nicole's legs, which were nice, but the one feature Amanda had her beat at.
The green dress was tight above the waist, and had a plunging neckline that did a great job showing off Nicole's breasts, which looked to be around a C-cup. Her bleach-blonde hair was pinned up in some complex way that girls use at weddings. Altogether, she was a knockout, easily the best-looking bridesmaid, and her clothing and makeup enhanced that.
As our afternoon went from waiting, to watching the ceremony, to cocktail hour, I thought of all the things I would like to do to my wife's little sister.
Nicole came off as fairly innocent, sexually. She wasn't a big drinker, and didn't bring guys around, so it wouldn't surprise me if her little tryst with Anna the night before our wedding was the least boring sex of her young life.
I would love to see her eating out Anna while I plowed her. I also wanted to stick my dick between those tits which were so nicely pushed up and together today.
During cocktail hour, which consisted of the guests standing around to wait for waiters to pass by with hors d'oeuvres, Nicole finally greeted her sister and I.
The wedding party had to work the room, but I used the couple minutes with my target to ascertain that she was currently single, and relatively free the next couple weekends.
Nicole was drinking a mixed drink, and every time she sipped it all I could see was my cock in her mouth (which was a little bigger than the straw).
This fantasizing continued into every nod of her head thinking of her licking a pussy, and every look being one that she was giving sexually.
By the time she walked away, I was hard enough that I was considering what small out of the way place I could take my wife to. The drive up had been too busy to play, and we hadn't had any downtime since we arrived.
Nicole departed after a few minutes to mingle. I took the opportunity to step closer to my wife, brush my hard dick against her hip, and whisper a suggestion into her ear.
Amanda blushed and whispered back "If you can find somewhere you can guarantee we won't get caught. But this is my family. We can't be seen."
I smiled, knowing I now had two plans to map out. I excused myself and headed to the men's room.
On the way, I stopped at a handy poster of the facility that contained the exit routes. Studying it closely, I realized there weren't any closets, stairwells, or side-rooms visible on it. Okay, first-person recon it was.
After draining the snake, I took five minutes to walk around as much of the property as I could. Although the ceremony was outside, in the hour or two since the sun had gone down, and the temperature outside had dropped precipitously. That ruled out 'al fresco'.
Since the building was designed for events, it was efficient in its use of space. What doors I did find were locked. Hmm, I wonder if they had a problem with frisky couples.
Admitting defeat for now, I returned to cocktail hour just in time to get one more drink before we were ushered into the main room.
Dinner came next, and as I ate, I studied the room. The room was rectangular, with the dance floor and 'stage' for the DJ along the center of one of the long sides. This pushed the tables mostly to the two ends. As I studied the stage, I realized that there was quite a gap between the curtain behind the stage and the actual wall. This required investigating.