My wife is devastatingly beautiful. Gina has a true hourglass figure, with mouthwatering curves. Her hair, long dark and glossy, looks like a supermodels. Her beautiful brown eyes are so kind and loving... And sexy! She has full pouty lips that are perfect for kissing, and other carnal pursuits. In short, she's drop dead gorgeous. I lust for her as well as love her.
I went after her tooth and nail in a whirlwind courtship, and not just because of her looks. We got along famously. We finish each other's sentences. I'd pick up the phone to call her, she was already on the line, calling me, the phone just had not wrung yet. I would knock on her door, she would be naked, waiting for me. We came out of the bedroom two days later. Smiling.
We got married six months later. It was a small civil ceremony, as it was not Gina's first marriage. Her first marriage ended in divorce, as he was cheating on her.
Our nuptials were by necessity a quick wedding, as Gina was showing! My son Frank was born three months after that. Oops! Then Vanessa was born ten months later. I could not get enough of my fantastic wife. For her part, she made damn sure I was totally satisfied, in the bedroom, in the kitchen, and all parts of my life. We loved each other totally and utterly and completely. The babies she gave to me were just the greatest gift a man could ask for. I prayed we would always be together. I was very happy as her husband, and I thought she was as happy as I was.
Then of course the sister syndrome kicked in. I had not met her sister because she lived two thousand miles away, and there had been some bad blood between Gina and Lana. I was not sure what had happened to cause the rift. Gina would not discuss the fight with her sister, but the anger in her eyes was white hot! They had not spoken to each other for some time.
I met Gina's kid sister Lana at a funeral. Lana's estranged husband had passed away from cancer. He had been cheating on her and got the other girl pregnant. That didn't sit too well with Lana, but she stayed with him till the end. On top of that, she had just had a miscarriage. She was in a very, very emotional state, and no wonder! So she was very conflicted, as she had more or less made peace with her husband, if he would have survived, she would have divorced him! Hence the mental conflict: she did not love him as she should have, but she certainly did not want to see him in pain, or dead. The poor woman. She couldn't catch a break. Lana was a basket case. The black veil did not hide her real tears and sobbing. Lana had been crying for three months as it came down to the end. Her husband had been in a lot of severe pain in the last month, so in a way his death was a sort of relief; no more pain and anguish!
Whatever issues the two sisters had were forgotten as my wife held her grieving sister in her arms. I reached around and held them both. They both shivered in my arms, so I held them tighter still. They both made cooing noises. I think they enjoyed being held tight. I know that it felt great to me to hold two gorgeous women.
My eyes almost popped out of my head when I had finally met Lana. She was unbelievably beautiful, even more so than my practically perfect wife. Gina saw my reaction to her sister and laughed. "Going to drop me for her?" she asked in a mocking tone. I just kissed her sweetly.
"Never my darling!" I said and meant it. Lana was very beautiful, but she wasn't my wife.
Lana was several inches shorter, but her boobs were even bigger than my big breasted wife's. This was even more remarkable, as my wife was breastfeeding and her big tits had gotten huge! Lana's large nipples pushed right through her bra and blouse, same as my milky titted wife's. Lana's ass was bigger than my darling wife's, and she had all the same great facial attributes of my honey. They both had those full, plump, cocksucker lips. They looked a lot alike, both breathtakingly gorgeous.
Lana saw my reaction the same as my wife had seen it, and she just said, "Down boy, you are very married to my big sister, and don't you forget it!" They both giggled. I was embarrassed at my behavior. I was like some horny teen-aged kid.
"I'm sorry, I'm just taken aback that my beautiful woman has such a very beautiful sister. You are both so incredibly gorgeous, I was just very shocked, is all." Honesty being the best policy and all that. I hoped they didn't notice my huge erection. I was hard as a rock.
"Wait 'till you meet our mother then! Mom puts us both to shame." Their parents were in Spain on a long vacation and business trip, combined. My mother-in-law and my sister-in-law had both missed our wedding because of different issues, and it had been a very quick notice affair on account of her delicate condition at the time.
I don't think my wife had wanted either of them there (at our wedding that is)as I didn't understand all the issues between them. I still don't get it, as they are family, first and foremost. Hard feelings seem to still exist, but why? These women are family. All the girls in this family seemed to harbor grudges.
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Just then, an older version of my wife, even more beautiful (if that was even possible!) than my wife came over and introduced herself to me. She was so sophisticated and she reminded me of Sophia Loren, except with huge tits and ass! I was thinking how wonderful...My wife would look like this vision of loveliness in twenty years! My mother-in-law was drop dead gorgeous!
She extended her right hand and I kissed it and said, "It's my pleasure to finally meet you Mrs. Gonzales. I see where your daughters get their amazing good looks." Heartfelt compliments are the best 'cause I wasn't lying! Did she just glance at my crotch? I hope she didn't see the wood I was sporting. I was very erect.
"Thank you Thomas. You may call me Victoria. Wow you are big. How tall are you?" She DID look at my dick! That dirty girl! When she said tall, she looked right at my cock. I think she wants to know how tall I am laying down!
"I'm not that tall. Just six-four. I used to be a Marine, but now I'm in law enforcement as a federal agent." I explained.
"FBI?"
"No ATF, Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms. I chase moonshiners, and stolen weapons, and so forth. It's always interesting work."
"My husband is an import export business man." She said with a little disdain.
"Where is he? I want to meet him." I asked. I looked around.
