Priya spent the next week lost in her own little world, which at that moment was located on Cloud Nine. She felt a happiness, an exuberance, and a youthfulness that she hadn't felt in, well, ever.
She didn't date very much when she was younger, and given her culture (West Indian) and strict family values, she was pretty much driven to marry Raj. Sure, she loved him. And he was a good, loyal man. But the passion was never there. And up until recently, they were both okay with that.
Her brother-in-law Matthew had unlocked something inside her. She saw her sexuality in a way that she never had before. Instead of a monthly chore and a wifely duty, it was something she craved. The passion! She couldn't get it out of her head. She thought about him the way most teenagers obsessed on their first crush. With their first couple of encounters, Priya resisted. So all she felt was guilt. This time, she opened her mind to it. The realization that, as long as they were careful, there was nothing wrong with feeling so wonderful.
Priya did feel bad about what she was doing to her sister Zoe, and recognized that this was out-and-out betrayal of the highest order. But she has now slept with Matthew four times, each time more passionate than the last. She didn't know if she could stop it and was looking for any reason to justify that it continue. Something beyond just her happiness.
She avoided going to see Matthew, despite how the very thought of him made her heart pound and her face flush. She did phone him though, several times. His friendship was too important, and the monotony of her day required adult conversation. And in the meantime, she once again tried to convince her husband, Raj, to apply for jobs. He was working a low-paying job and had zero motivation to change that. But he refused, of course. As always. Even when Priya found a job for him, showed him the online ad, and wrote out his cover letter for him. He just went back to the TV.
The next Saturday, she had about enough of her husband. She was left cleaning up after him. Again. So the very sight of Raj sitting on the sofa like a lump just... irritated her. She was regretting not having paid Matthew a visit that week. She could really have used his affection. It would certainly have put her in a more tolerant mood. Just imagining being held in his arms made her heart flutter. Picturing him on top of her, making passionate love to her made her vagina tingle. Had she seen him during the week, maybe she would be able to handle Raj better today. But now she was frustrated, and neither of them had their house alone.
And that was when her sister Zoe called.
***
Matthew was in the shower when Zoe poked her head in.
"I'm just going to the mall." She called.
"Okay." He replied. He heard the door close.
A few minutes later he was toweling off when he heard the doorbell ring. Frowning, he wondered who it could be on a Saturday early in the afternoon. Throwing on his robe and tying it tight around him, he went to the door. Through the distorted glass he could make out the figure of Priya. His heart pounded and his cock stiffened a little. He opened the door. Priya smiled at him. Her hair was back in barrette and her pretty face was completely uncovered -- as it should be.
"Hi!" she sang, stepping in. He shut the door and she bent down to unlace and remove her shoes. She wore white socks.
"Hey Priya!" he greeted her. "What brings you here?" Not that it was a bad thing.
"Oh --" she began, taking off her second shoe, "I was just in the neighborhood..." she stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes. He kissed her beautiful lips softly, and was surprised when her tongue shot into his mouth without wasting a single second. Their lips smacked loudly as their kissing lasted a good minute.
"Zoe is at the mall." He said, breaking the kiss. She gave the biggest, most beautiful smile.
"I know." She said. He raised his eyebrows questioningly. She chuckled. "I am meeting her in the food court in about twenty minnotts." She explained, her accent strong. Her smile fell from her face and she took on a serious look -- he could see the lust in her eyes. Her tongue slowly poked out from between her lips as she licked them, dark eyes locked on his. "So you have nineteen minnotts to get in me."
Had he ever been this turned on? Hearing those words come out of that mouth...with that accent, was enough to drive any man crazy. His jaw dropped for a moment before snapping out of it. He pulled her close and kissed her hard, she giggled in his mouth at first before sending her tongue in. Her coat fell from her shoulders to the floor, and her brother-in-law pulled her closer still, holding her in his strong arms tightly. She pressed her body against his as he slid his hands down her back to her ass, grabbing onto both cheeks. She was wearing brown cords and a white sweatshirt. He squeezed her ass over the cords, backing her into the dining room as they tongue-kissed passionately. One hand went around to the front of her body, rubbing her between her legs.
"Mmmph..." she moaned into his mouth, tongue nearly going down his throat as he rubbed her pussy through her cords. His fingers deftly undid her button and pulled down her fly. Matthew broke the kiss, grabbing Priya's pants and shoving them downward. They slid to her knees easily, exposing pink cotton panties. Shaking her long legs in a sexy way, she slipped her pants down to her ankles. Placing his hands on her waist, he pushed her back a little. Her bum hit a chair, and she sat back on it, stepping out of her cords as she did so. Hovering over her, he kissed her once on the mouth.
