After tasting the forbidden fruit of Karin, my sister in law, I was mildly obsessed with her. I looked for any opportunity to travel to Cincinnati to be near her. My brother was always happy to welcome me to stay at their house, oblivious to the fact that his wife was my favorite lover, and always in my fantasies. Yeah, I felt guilty at first, but he paid so little attention to her, I told myself that I was taking nothing that he wanted. Watching her around her family, all I could see was the sexually provocative woman beneath her everyday persona of innocent churchgoing housewife that everybody else saw in her.
But beneath her conservative skirts and blouses, I pictured the silky thongs, lacy boy shorts, and sheer bras we'd shopped for at Victoria's Secret when we'd slipped away one afternoon.
Occasionally she'd catch me eyeing her, and slip a little peek for me. Her natural bush filling the sexy underthings, a nipple peeking out of a pink bra cup. Viagra? Didn't need it, a shy smile from the curvy blonde kept me hard.
I had made two trips recently, with short visits to their house during which I was unable to find even a minute alone with Karin. The first time, she'd been busy with a work function. The second, she'd had a house full of kids for a party for my nephew.
As I approached the back door on an October afternoon, my heart was once again hammering. I desired her so much that I sped up the drive, and hurried into the house through the garage. There she was, dressed in a slim navy skirt, a crisp white blouse, stockings and heels. As I entered the kitchen, she was bent over the sizable island, chopping vegetables for dinner.
"Honey, I'm home!" I announced. She looked up sharply, flipping her hair from her face, beaming her usual sunny smile, then glanced towards the corner around which my brother and my nephew had a football game on TV.
I approached her with my arms out, she allowed me a quick hug. But my hands quickly took advantage, one sliding down to her firm ass, the other up her neck beneath her hair. I held her to me, and kissed her for just a second, but slid my tongue across her lips as I did.
She flushed, and I turned and walked through the kitchen towards the den, smiling back at her the whole time. She shook her head in dismay, I nodded and smiled. After greeting the men of the family, and asking if I could bring them anything, I eased back into the kitchen. Karin looked sternly at me across the island, and brandished a butcher knife as I rounded the corner.
I strolled over to the fridge and pulled out two beers. Raising an eyebrow, I opened them, and approached the sexy housewife, handing her both. She put down the knife and took them from me instinctively, and I took instant advantage, dropping to my knees, wrapping my arms around her ass, and nuzzling my face between her upper thighs. Giggling, she wiggled her hips trying to escape the illicit embrace and turned to place the beers on the island, but that only gave me the opportunity to bury my face between her cheeks. The light wool skirt slipped back and forth on whatever sheer garment encased her sweet ass.
She danced away, mouth agape, shocked and alarmed. I stood up and picked up my beer, took a long draw and smiled. I leaned close and whispered, "Relax, they're paying no attention. I've missed you so much," and handed her the other beer. We clinked bottles and drank, both keeping an eye on the corner of the room, and each other. "Karin," and I moved closer. "Karin," I was inches from her lips. "I want to taste you."
We kissed softly, her attention straying from the instinctive self-preservation of her lookout, and she sighed. "Oh Mikey, I need some of you this week." I slid down to her neck, and kissed lightly. I moved lower and gently bit her nipple through her blouse, holding the weight of her breast in my hand. I set the beer down, and knelt. Holding her by the hips, I turned her towards the island. I was hidden behind it, and now she could keep watch as I began to caress her legs. I started at her ankles and slid up, behind her knees, my thumbs now inside her thighs and my fingers spreading across them, and on up. Working higher, expecting the texture of panty hose to continue, I was surprised to find the lacy top of stockings, giving way to the smooth firm flesh of naked thighs. To the outside I found garters and the coarse lace of a belt. She had dressed for me, this was the new slutty Karin.
Her skirt now began to rise as I moved even closer to her treasure, with the hem resting on my biceps. My heart raced, I was about to discover which of the incredibly sexy Victoria's Secret ensembles she had decided to wear that day knowing that her brother in law would be visiting. I inhaled deeply, detecting the faintest scent of her arousal. Her panties must be steaming with it.
A noise from the other room startled her and she darted to her right towards the refrigerator. I slid left, where I was hidden further, and stood. My brother came around the corner, "I think I will have a beer." She reached in and handed him one, as I took a long drink and willed my heart to slow down. He sat on a stool at the island, and we conversed for a while. Karin continued on with dinner preparations. I fought the urge to follow her every move, watch the sexy sway of her full hips, the bounce of her breasts beneath the blouse. She softly bit her lip in concentration as her husband and her lover talked.
"Did Karin tell you about her new diet?" he asked.
I raised an eyebrow towards her, "Oh, funny George," she responded.
In a teasing, slightly mocking tone, he informed me that she was on a 30 day program, trying to get her "boobs to butt" ratio back.
"Hmm, well let me check them out," I kidded. She glanced my way, slightly alarmed.
"Maybe you'll have better luck..." He trailed off as she shot him a look. "Sorry," he laughed. Grabbing his beer, he headed back to the den.
She shook her head in that direction, telling me that I needed to get away from her for now, so I took my beer and followed him, but not before sliding my hand across her ass. I looked back at Karin as she smiled her big smile, and lifted a breast to me, then threw me a kiss.
Dinner was great, if too long. Karin was across the table from me, and I played footsie with her throughout the meal, but couldn't find a chance to crawl under the table and lick my way up her legs. After we'd cleared the dishes, I stayed behind in the kitchen to help clean up. I found myself alone with her as we scraped the dishes, washed the pans, and rubbed against each other almost constantly. Her nipples were so inflamed, you could see the peaks in her blouse. I was rock hard, and rubbed against her every time we crossed paths, which was constantly.
