My wife, Kristin, and I had been married for 2 years. Something had gone wrong with our relationship. She needed time to herself. Time to think. She packed her bags one morning, leaving me alone in our large home. I didn't think I would ever see her again, nor did I really care. Somehow, my feelings weren't as strong as they once were. Not that she was unattractive or anything. She was still very attractive. At the age of 31, she had long brown hair, slim figure, with a firm ass and beautiful breast the measured 34-C.
Our problem's root was our sex life. We both became rather bored with our routine. We had both known each other for 15 years, and the fact that I wanted much more than she was willing to give from our sex life was the last straw. I had been alone for a week, and rather horny. I went out to a fast-food place to get some dinner and was going to come back and watch TV. I came back with the usual, burgers, fries and a coke. I saw the answering machine had a message on it, so I walked over and turned the machine to play. It was from my Sister-in-law, Trish. She wanted to come over and talk to me about Kristin. I called her back and tried to beg off, but she was very insistent. I reluctantly agreed to meet her, but only for a few minutes. As I sat down with my dinner, I flipped the TV on and started to think about Trish.
Kristin was the middle of 3 sisters, all of whom were gorgeous. Trish, the oldest, was considered by everyone, to be the most attractive. She too had long brown hair, brown eyes with a stunning body. The kind of body you would see on a ballet dancer, except for her breasts which were much larger. Like my wife's, they were 34-C. I always wanted to really fuck Trish in the worst way. But after Kristin and I became engaged, that was out of the question. These girls were close. Close to the point of sometimes being weird. With them, it was one for all and all for one. Allison, the youngest sister, was the most overtly sexual. With dark brown hair and eyes, shorter than the other two, but much larger breast, at least a 38C. I thought about her often too, wondering what it would be like. Trish and Allison were no longer married, having divorced their husbands long ago. They were now sharing a house and seemed quite happy.
Shortly, the doorbell rang. I looked out the side window and saw both Trish and Allison.
"Shit," I thought. "This is going to be one bitch session."
I really wasn't up to this. I would hurry them through and get them out. "Hi Pete", Trish chirped as she walked through the door.
I thought her tone was odd. She seemed happy. Both walked in and we walked silently down the hall to the family room. I asked if either wanted anything to drink, and both requested Gin and Tonics, which I made rather strong, making a scotch and soda for myself.
We talked for a while about this and that. Had more drinks and had more talk. I looked at the clock, with was now 9:00 PM. Allison stood up and informed us that she was leaving, but might drop back by later. She let herself out, and Trish and I continued to talk. The booze was having its effect on me, as I started to look Trish up and down. Not secretly, but almost overtly. And then my eyes noticed them - her nipples. They were rock hard and pointing through her shirt. That sight really turned me on. My cock started to get rock hard and was straining to get out of my jeans.
And then it happened. Trish led our conversation to the subject of Kristin's and my sex life. At first, this irritated me, because I considered this subject rather private, but after a few minutes, it started to turn me on. My own sister-in-law, who was beautiful, was talking about my wife's and I sexual acts right in front of me. As it turned out, Kristin had been telling Trish everything about our sex life. About how I wanted the blowjob, I seemed to never get, about wanting to fuck Kristin up the ass, which was out of the question, and about the threesome that I had always dreamed of, which is what led to Kristin leaving me.
"I bet your good in bed," sighed Trish, who had just downed her third drink and got up to make herself another.
"I don't know if I'm that good, but I like to have adventures and variety," I responded.
"Oh, if only Jason felt the way, you do, we would never have divorced!" replied Trish. Jason was her ex-husband, whom I had always considered a jerk and a prude.
I couldn't keep my eyes off her nipples. And on top of it, now and then the top of her shirt would open just enough for me to see her breast. I had always dreamed of sliding my cock between them and coming all over them. The thought of this had my cock so hard I thought it was going to burst through my pants.
"I have always loved sucking cock," Trish told me. "This is strange," I thought. She came here to talk to me about her sister, and me and now she's talking about sucking cock.How did our conversation turn into this? I was puzzled, but at the same time aroused. I was getting to the point of almost ripping her clothes off.
"Jason was really a loser in bed," she sighed.
"He almost never wanted me to suck his cock, and he would NEVER go down on me," said Trish.
"What a dope," I thought as I looked at her luscious body. I would have given just about anything to have her in my bed every night. Jason was a dope.
"Do you think I'm attractive?" asked Trish.
Now this question was out of the blue and with a no right answer. How do I respond? She was sure to tell Kristin if I said yes. "Well..." she asked.
"I sure do!" I blurted out.
Now I had done it. There was no turning back. My divorce was a good as final. My head was telling me one thing, but my cock was telling me another Was I being set up? I didn't know. At this point, I didn't care.
"Have you ever thought about sliding your cock into me, and having me wrap my legs around you and fuck me?" she asked point-blank.