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Some families take that old saying about marrying into a family more seriously than others. For me, it meant that when I married my wife, her two sisters got all the same benefits my new wife did. Well, most of them anyway, like emergency road service, general handyman duties, “special” favors that they’d only ask a brother to handle. About the only thing they didn’t get was sex, though over the thirty years that I’d been married to Marie I wondered if her two sisters, Jeanie and Samantha didn’t take a perverse pleasure in teasing me sexually, knowing that it was the one thing that was out of bounds.
At first it made some sense, neither of them being married. But once they were both married, I figured that the visual teasing would go away. Alas, it didn’t. More than once, we, as couples, would go camping together or on various trips, and I was subjected to discrete and sometimes less than discrete flashes. In one case, a cruise that I was planning for my wife and I, ended up being a couples vacation, much to my displeasure. Yeah, it seemed that no matter how hard I tried to have a sexy, fun getaway with just my wife, it t urned into a multi-couple trip that included her sisters and their propensity to flash, touch, and grope, or just whisper sexy little things, all seemingly designed to give me a hard-on.
The three sisters were all similar in build and stature, all have the same blond hair and green eyes. In baby pictures you couldn’t tell them apart, but as they grew older some minor differences did appear. Of course there was the age difference. Jeanie was the baby, two years younger than my wife, Samantha three years older. Marie, now fifty, was the middle of the three. She still has a damn good body, topped with a fantastic pair of thirty eight D tits with large areola that seem to puff up when she gets excited. God I love playing with her tits. She isn’t as thin as when we were first married, with three kids to her credit, she now wears a size twelve, but her frequent workouts allow her to still look pretty damn sexy. Her stomach is firm and toned, her body well sculpted and proportioned, and of course toned, firm legs that I love to have wrapped around me.
Now, I said that her sisters tease me. I guess teasing isn’t quite the right term, but I’m not quite sure what else to call it. Even when we were still dating, when I came to pick Marie up, one of her sisters would find some reason to parade through the room wearing as little as possible, sometimes as little as a pair of panties and a bra, and on a few occasions less than that. After we were married, I would have expected that kind of teasing to stop. It didn’t. If anything, it got worse. It seemed like at every opportunity they could think of, they were doing something sexy to make me hard. Eventually Jeanie and Sam married, which at least tamed Sam’s teasing down to rare and much less obvious instances. Jeanie, however, continued to get perverse pleasure from giving me a hard-on at any opportunity. I often wondered how many guys she teased that way, or if I was special because I was married to her sister. Any time we were together, she’d wear as revealing and sexy an outfit as she could, and heaven forbid we cross paths alone. To my surprise, my wife shrugged it off as her sister just being cute. Stripping in front of me was a lot more than just being cute!
I remember one time we went camping: Marie, myself, Jeanie and her husband of five years. The three of them were down at the lake swimming while I was out fishing. When I came in, I headed up to the tent to change into my swim suit and join them. I had no idea what excuse Jeanie used when she left them down at the water, but I was completely naked in the tent, getting ready to step into my swim suit, when she unzipped my tent door and stepped in. She said simply that she needed to fix her suit and proceeded to take her top off, messing with the strings for several seconds while I stared at her tits, my cock quickly growing rock hard behind my hands as I only partially managed to hide it. She put her top back on, grinned at me and then pushed her bottoms down to her thighs.
I stood there, frozen in shock, but unable to rip my eyes from her smooth, fully shaved, mound as she stepped closer to me. She reached down to my hands with hers and gently pulled mine away from my now raging hardon, completely exposing me to her view. She grinned as she let go of my hands and turned herself around. I moved to step back, my foot hitting the air mattress, warning me I was back as far as I could go without falling down. With no escape, I stared at her lightly tanned ass, not a single hint of a tan line showing, as she stepped back toward me again, pushing her bare ass out at me as she reached back for my hands again. She used my hands to pull the bikini panty down her leg as far as she could, bending over more and more as she slowly pushed the panty down with my hands. Her completely shaved pussy lips pushed out between her legs toward me, and toward my engorged head Escort only a few fractions of an inch from her lips. She let go of my hands when I didn’t stoop or bend to go lower, and used her own hands to take the panty the rest of the way to her ankles. She stepped out of the small panty, and still bent over, messed with her suit bottom for several seconds, intentionally pushing her bare ass back at me until my fat mushroom head was rubbing against her soft lips.
She held herself there, untangling the suit bottom for long seconds, her butt moving side to side slightly, grinding her wet lips against my fat mushroom, before stepping back into the tiny slip of material. She ‘accidently’ pushed herself back harder, trying to force my dick to spread her lips as she began stepping into the tiny suit bottom, pushing even a little harder as she slid the panty up her legs, finally pulling her pussy away from my dick as she covered her pussy again.
Her only comment was just before she stepped out of the tent, looking at me over her shoulder and saying, “You don’t get much more of an invitation than that!” It was the closest I’d ever been to stepping across the line, but in no way was I ever going to cheat on Marie, especially with one of her sisters! I mean, come on! My wife would either shoot it off or cut it off over something like that!
Having the biggest house also meant that we most frequently held the family gatherings at holidays. The sisters and their families filled our house at almost every holiday, and most especially at Christmas. I suppose that’s because we lived in the country in a quaint, four-thousand square foot house on a small man-made lake. Perfect for summer holidays, but with enough room to manage in the winter. Since all the kids were grown and out of our houses, the group was even larger with the kids and their kids. This last Christmas, Jeanie, forty-eight and still with the body of a thirty year old, continued her teasing, walking in on me while I was in the shower to “use the bathroom”, pulling her panties down and peeing, and then standing up and playing with her pussy while she watched me in the shower. I worried the whole time about what my wife would have done if she’d walked in while her sister was climaxing in front of me.
Yeah, having Jeanie around the house was always somewhat uncomfortable. I loved my wife and wanted to stay true, and I most definitely didn’t want to even have to deal with the implication that I was messing around with one of her sisters. Of course, getting older had its drawbacks as well. My level of desire hadn’t really changed much over the years, though I couldn’t go as many times in a row as I used to, I still preferred to have sex frequently. My wife, on the other hand. Well, her level of desire has faded to once every few weeks, making things somewhat difficult for me, but I manage.
A month ago life was predictable, with the exception of Jeanie of course. I got up in the morning, helped my wife get off to work, headed to the shower and then to my home office from which I ran my consulting business. Weekend mornings were generally more laid back with the later parts of the days filled with chores and tasks around the house or outside. Yep, damn predictable and comfortable. That was before my wife got a phone call from her older sister.
Sam had been married twice, her current husband only a couple years younger than she was. After ten years with him, he’d decided that someone much ‘younger, prettier and sexier’ was what he wanted, according to her words. He’d flaunted his new fuck bunny by being in the middle of fucking her on the kitchen table when Sam came home from work. She quite obviously left, and just as obviously my wife offered to have her stay at our house. With that one phone call my predictable little life veered into uncharted chaos.
Her first night at our house seemed like a cry fest. Tears flowed for hours as my wife did her best to console her sobbing sister, and convince her that it was her jerk husband, and not her, that was the problem. No matter how much my wife tried, all Sam could do was to come back to how she wasn’t sexy anymore and wasn’t good looking, etc, etc… My wife struggled to find a way to convince her that she was still good looking and sexy and desirable and, much to my horror, drew me into the conversation to “help convince her”. As uncomfortable as I was telling her in front of my wife that she was good looking and sexy and that any guy would love to be with her that way, I was equally encouraged to lay it on thick by my wife’s pleading looks.
I’m sure by now you’ve figured out what was about to happen. You’ve probably concluded that my convincing encouraged Sam to slip into my shower, or some other equally naked venue and have sex with me behind my wife’s’ back to prove to herself that she was still desirable and sexy. Well, I was well prepared to repel boarders the next day while I was alone in the house with the still tearful Samantha. As it turned Escort Bayan out, it was an unwarranted concern. Sam was a perfect lady, leaving me to my work and doing her best to be unobtrusive around the house. I overheard her make a call to take a leave of absence from her work to deal with her situation, but otherwise she spent hours sitting in the living room overlooking the lake, watching the cold, wind-blown waves wash up on the shoreline. The evening was spent in long conversations with my wife while I did my best to hide.
The second day and third day were much the same as the first, thankfully. Though she came out of her shell a bit more the third day and make the two of us lunch and brought it to my office. We ate, not saying much, but then she seemed to just want to not be alone. She spent the afternoon lounging on the sofa in a pair of slacks and a t-shirt, reading a book while I worked on my computer. Her evening was again spent with my wife, off sitting in the family room talking about lord knew what, while I sat in the den and watched some TV, doing my best to stay out of a conversation that I knew would be uncomfortable for me.
The fourth day, she started to almost seem normal. It was the first day since she’d arrived that I’d seen her smile while talking to my wife in the morning. Marie gave me a soft kiss, told me to take care of Sam and then headed off to work, leaving me standing in my pajama pants in the same room with Sam, wearing just an overly long T-shirt for nightwear, giving me long assessing kinds of looks. I didn’t know what else she had on under it, but I could easily tell by the two distinct bumps, that seemed to be getting more pronounced by the moment, that it didn’t include a bra. It was almost as if she were trying to decide if the wall needed to be repainted, or the lamp would look better in the living room. I wasn’t used to those kind of looks coming my way.
I apprehensively excused myself and headed to the master suite to shower and shave. I’d already dealt with Jeanie coming into the bathroom on me recently, and after the looks she gave me in the kitchen, part of me expected Sam to do something similar. I was relieved to not have a surprise visitor in my shower and by the time I got to my office, ready to work, Sam was ensconced on the little sofa, reading her book, still wearing her long t-shirt.
I liked my office. It was the place in my house that I’d designed specifically for concentrating on my work. Concentrating was hard enough for an adult with ADD, so I took the best of the techniques I’d learned over the years and built them into the room. My desk sat about six feet from the wall in front of me, three large computer monitors arrayed across it. Directly beyond them was a forty- seven inch plasma display hung on the wall that I generally kept old movies playing on for background noise. Sometimes I’d turn the movies off and just play music on the surround sound system. The background noise and motion were key to allowing part of my mind to be occupied while the other part focused on the work at hand.
To my right was a huge bay window that overlooked the lake. A warm wind was blowing across the lake from the southwest, pushing the waves toward the far shore, the leaves on the trees, just starting to come out, fluttering in the warm spring breeze. Between the lake and the bay window was a portion of the two-story back deck of the house, which I would sometimes move to with my laptop if I needed a change of scenery. From there I could overlook the yard and lake from my second story perch and get a change in perspective.
The sofa, which Sam was lounging on, was to my left, set so that it could easily look past my desk and out over the lake and the hills beyond, nearly three miles before the tops of the trees in the state forest ended the view. The sofa was there specifically for cold days when I just couldn’t concentrate at my desk.
I went to work as usual, deep into the design details of my current project by eight. As I worked my mind jumped between the TV, playing an old black and white western, and the schematics of the control system I was designing. The depth of my concentration was controlled not by the distraction, but by how long I could focus before my mind jumped me out again. I’d learned over the years that those jumps were necessary to keep the distracting little voice calling me to go out and play, go out and fish, etc, at bay. Though I seemed to be distracted in other ways that day. I found myself looking at Sam frequently, her long, bare legs crossed as she lay on the sofa, a book propped up on her chest as she read.
It was at least half an hour before I realized what was drawing my attention to her. Well, two things actually. The first was that her nipples were evident through the thin shirt, and both of them were rock-hard and protruding enough to make little mountain peaks on each of her full, round tits. The second was that the hem of her shirt had ridden up her legs from her Bayan Escort periodic movements, the hem now clearly high enough to allow me to see the juncture of her legs, and, if I stood up, probably her pussy. Now this was a serious distraction! No matter how hard I tried, my overactive brain couldn’t help but imagine that shirt pulling up farther and exposing more of her body. Finally it got too much for me to deal with.
“Hey Sam!”
“Yeah?” she asked, looking up from her book, toward me.
“It’s pretty nice out. Just thought you might enjoy sitting in the sun and reading your book. There’s a couple lounge chairs on the upper deck.”
“Oh. That’s not a bad idea. I think I will!” she said, flashing me a smile as she twisted to get up, her shirt riding up even farther and giving me a brief glimpse of the blond curls on her mound before the shirt fell down over them again as she stood up.
I sighed and shook my head to get the image pushed out of my mind before going back to work. Well, that was the plan. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement on the deck. Not a huge surprise, since I had suggested she go outside. What was a surprise was that she had pulled one of the reclining lounge chairs out into the sun, setting it near the back of the house where I suspected she thought she was out of my sight. As I watched, she stripped off her t-shirt, leaving her completely nude as she stood in front of the railing. She leaned on it a few moments, her bare ass pushing back at the house, and me, her big soft tits hanging down below her chest. She straightened up, lifted her hands high over her head and then lowered them to her bare tits. While her back was partly to me, I couldn’t help but see her cupping and lifting each huge mound, her thumbs rubbing gently across her rock-hard nipples. She shook her long blonde hair, allowing me to see her eyes were closed and her lips parted slightly in pleasure. I was surprised at how little her tits sagged down compared to Marie’s. Sam’s breasts were large and round, and clearly heavy in her own hands. In the sunlight it was just as obvious to me that her left areola plumped and filled almost half the height of her erect nipple as she teased herself with her thumbs.
I wondered if she realized that I could not only see, but was indeed watching her as she stood there, allowing the breeze to blow across her nude body, both that and her fingers clearly having a distinct impact on her? My heart was pounding in my chest and I found myself unable to rip my eyes from her as she moved to the chair, sitting down with her legs pointed across the deck. From where I was, I couldn’t see her pussy, being blocked by her legs, but I could most certainly see the curls on her mound as she lay back and reached one hand down between her legs.
“Oh shit,” I groaned as my cock tried to break through my pants at the sight of her lying in the sun, her fingers obviously teasing her pussy while her other hand moved from breast to breast, teasing, pinching and pulling her nipples. I couldn’t hear her, but her mouth clearly was making noises as she rocked her hips and arched her back at the pleasure she was causing in her body.
I didn’t remember doing it, but I clearly must have. I looked down and realized that I had my cock out of my pants and was slowly stroking it in time with her rocking hips, my own level of pleasure growing more intense by the moment. I felt my hand sliding along my under-used cock, much as it did when I relieved myself to some internet porn, only this time I was imagining my cock sliding in and out of her pussy instead of some random porn star showing off for me. I saw her hand moving and knew she was pushing her fingers in and out of her pussy, teasing herself closer to climax and, inadvertently, me along with her.
I saw her lips mouth ‘oh god’ as she arched her back, her legs suddenly trembling and shaking in orgasm, my own climax suddenly springing upon me at the thought of her climaxing around my fat cock. My body jerked uncontrollably half a dozen times, spewing my cum on the wall and the carpet as I came along with her. I sat there panting, wondering if she knew what I had just done, if she knew that I had watched, or even if she knew I could see her naked at all.
I saw her relax, a smile creep to her lips, her eyes still closed, and her fingers teasing across her thighs and tits.
I got a towel and cleaned up my mess, wiping down the wall and the wet spot on the carpet before tossing the cum-covered hand towel into the hamper. By the time I’d cleaned up and was back, ready to work, she was reading again, still naked in the sun.
I was doing my best to concentrate when she got up again and walked from my view.
“Mark, do you have any sunscreen?” I heard her ask from the doorway to my office, drawing my attention to her. She was standing there, completely naked with her hands behind her back, allowing me to see her whole naked body, including, for the first time, her pussy. Her full, round lips were puffed up and glistening with her own moisture, a significant amount of sexy, soft inner lip protruding and sticking down between the gap in her legs. I opened and closed my mouth several times, trying to make my words come out.
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