Once again, this is a fantasy. You must be over 18 to read and/or possess this story. Adults only please. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. Thanks for taking the time to read this story. You people are great!
Two out of three. I've bagged two out of my three sister-in-laws. That thought crossed my mind as I sat and waited for my wife Sandy to get home. After the weekend with Leslie, my body and mind were very tired. I didn't have the time to think about my third, and quite frankly, sexiest sis-in-law, Samantha. Just about 10 years younger than my wife and I, I watched her grow up from a frail little girl to quite the stunning woman. She was definitely going to be the toughest nut to crack.
I've lusted after this little vixen for as long as I can remember. Probably starting in high school. She was a three sport star, basketball, volleyball and softball. She had this tight little muscular ass that wouldn't quit. I can't tell you how many times I fantasized I was fucking her instead of Sandy. A large B-cup that stood high and firm on her chest. She was the proverbial walking wet dream. I just wanted to run my hands and lips all over her body. Hell, I've made that offer to her more times than I can count. What a little looker!
Unfortunately, she never took me up on my offers and is now married. Like I said, she'll be the toughest nut to crack, although her husband may make it easier. He's a momma's boy through and through. The whole family was quite surprised when they announced they were going to be parents. I really didn't think he had it in him. From talking with Sandy, they don't have much of a love life. He's too busy hanging out with his brothers (he has 3 of them) or with his mommy dearest. They even moved within a mile of his mom's house! Don't most of us want to get away from the parental units? Anyway, they had a beautiful baby boy about a year ago. It only made me want Sammie more. Now those beautiful tits were over full with mother's milk. I had no idea I'd be asked to father her next child.
Sandy walked in the door with the kids.
"We've got to talk"
"Okay, about what?"
"Not now, later, after the kids are gone."
Hmm, now what the heck could this be about? Maybe another round with Kathy or Leslie? Or, even better yet, maybe a three-way with either one of them. Hell, let's make it a foursome, me and three hot babes. Yeah, that'll work for me. Hey, one can always hope, right?
When dinner was finished and the kids had taken off for their friends' houses, my wife motioned me over to the den. I followed her in and she turned and kissed me.
"How would you like a chance at Samantha?"
"Okay, now I KNOW you're pulling my chain here Sandra. It's not funny. Hell will freeze over before I got to fuck Sammie and you know it." Needless to say, I was not amused. I mean I was totally shocked when Kathy and Leslie agreed to screw me, but, there was no way in heaven or hell that Sammie would even consider it. As usual, I was wrong.
"Oh, hell is freezing over as we speak. She's on her way over here now to fuck you, whether you believe it or not. Something's happened between her and Tom. I'm not sure what it is but it appears you're about to benefit greatly."
Hot damn! I thought to myself. Even with her pregnancy, Sammie's kept her body in great shape, especially that tight, sexy ass of hers. I couldn't wait. I jumped up and got in the shower. Sandy followed me in and we spent the next half hour fucking in the shower. When I blew my load down her throat, I knew Sammie was in for a nice, long session of loving.
Just about an hour later, my hot sis-in-law arrived at our door. She had an overnight bag with her so I knew she'd be staying with us at least one night. She had brought the baby with her too. This was very serious indeed. I needed to find out what happened.
"Hey beautiful, what's shaking?" I asked her.
"Oh, the usual. My husband's gay or something. That son of a bitch won't even touch me! I can't stand it anymore!" she sobbed, as she leaned over to hug me. I hugged her tightly to me and let her sobs subside. She pulled away. "Sorry, I'm just so mixed up and afraid and mad and, oh, I don't know what I am."
"Well, you're sexy as hell, that's for sure." I shot back.
She smiled. "Thanks, Sandy's pretty lucky to have found you."
I took her bag and put it up in our bedroom. She greeted my kids and my daughter immediately took her son outside to play in the yard. Okay, maybe play isn't the operative word. Run around the yard would probably be more like it. I handed the ladies a glass of wine each and we sat down on the couch.
"What the heck is going on here?"
"You want the long or short explanation?" She asked.
"Whichever you prefer."
"Okay, short it is. My husband won't touch me. I wear sexy clothes for him, I run my hands over his body and he won't, or maybe can't, respond. I'm dying here. I want you to father my next baby."