Note: hi all, welcome to the start of a new series. The characters from this are first featured in another series, "Pleasing My Sister-in-law." I suggest reading that first before starting here. Thanks for reading! Thoughts and comments are always welcomed!
I'll never forget the night that would cause entire life to change, but I didn't know it at the time. I was down in Las Vegas for my sister's wedding and staying at an AirBNB with my husband, sister, her husband and kids, my brother and his wife and kids, and my parents. It was the last night we would be there before leaving the next day.
I had just gotten done taking a shower with my husband. He immediately fell asleep while I was combing my long, brown hair, and I was still wide awake. After putting on some clothes, I decided to get some fresh air, and I stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the backyard of our AirBNB.
As I breathed in the night air, I all of a sudden could hear moaning. I looked over to the side of the house, where the swimming pool and hot tub were. I instantly recognized the moaning as coming from my sister-in-law, Jessica. I saw her bent over the edge of the hot tub with her husband, my brother, pounding into her from behind.
I was confused as I watched them for a few seconds, as I knew it was not like my brother to do something so bold and brazen like fuck his wife outside in a pool, but quickly shook my head and went to turn back around to go inside. But then I heard Jessica going from moaning to saying, "Yes. Yes. Oh, Danny, this feels so good."
Danny? That is not my brother's name. Danny is married to my oldest sister. What was he doing with Jessica? How? I turned back around and watched them again, as Danny pounded Jessica from behind. When Danny finished by cumming inside her, I finally turned and went back inside. I quickly walked back to my room, which was next to the room Danny was staying in, and jumped into bed. I felt my pussy getting wet as the memory of what I just witnessed replayed in my head over and over.
My husband, Gary, and I woke up early the next morning to leave for home. I wasn't sure what I would do or say if I saw Danny or Jessica, but we luckily left before anybody else woke up. I made Gary drive because I just had to talk to Jessica. Knowing that Jack, her husband, read all of her text messages, I hopped on Facebook and sent her a message.
"Hey, first off, I want you to know that I'm not mad. But, I did see you and Danny in the hot tub last night. I just want to know how it started and how long it has been going on."
Jessica responded back faster than I thought she would and told me that it just started that weekend. She made me promise not to tell anybody, and I agreed.
Jessica was one of the few people that knew that I had a massive crush on Danny. I was just fifteen when he started to date my sister, and it wasn't long before I was developing feelings for him.
Growing up in a sheltered LDS home in Northern Utah, I started to rebel as soon as I started to notice boys. By the time I was fifteen and Danny came into my sister's life, I was already hiding secret meetups with boys from my parents. In high school, I was known as the school bicycle. I never let anybody get too far, but if they wanted a blowjob or to finger me, who was I to say no?
So, I spent many nights dreaming and fantasizing about Danny. Five feet, nine inches tall, with shaggy brown hair and piercing blue eyes, he was skinny and fit and could make anybody laugh. Over the next decade plus, I watched as he and Kathy grew together, got married, and had kids.
I still remember their wedding day. After their sealing ceremony at the LDS temple, Danny and Kathy went back to their house, and Danny took Kathy's virginity. Kathy started to bleed and, in a moment of panic, called me for help. I quickly got to their house to calm her down and get her cleaned up. While there, I hinted to Danny that I went through the same thing, but I'm not sure if he got the hint or not.
While Jessica did know about my crush, she didn't know that I had a bit of an open relationship with my husband. A few years into our marriage, he got really sick, and it killed his testosterone. We talked it out, and, due to my high sex drive, he was OK with me sleeping around some, as long as I always came home to him.
And that's how I found myself the day after coming home from Vegas, texting Danny, telling him I wanted to sleep with him, and figuring out a day when.
I was hoping that it would be just a one time thing, but as soon as I felt his six-inch-long cock inside me, I knew I needed Danny more. Jessica couldn't stay away from him either, and that's how we found ourselves sharing him in an affair.
That affair is what would cost me everything. First, Jessica divorced her husband. Then I confessed everything to my husband, and he left me. I got drunk and told Kathy everything, causing her to kick Danny out. Danny and Jessica recovered as nobody but me knew about them. They got into a relationship with each other and moved in together. I kept arguing with my parents to the point I wanted to go without contact with them and, after applying to tons of dental school, found myself moving to Chicago to go to school.
I wanted Danny to move to Chicago with me, but he wanted to stay with Jessica. I was mad at Danny for a short time after he told me no, but I got over it and lived with him and Jessica for a month before moving to Chicago.
I officially moved to Chicago in April, despite not starting school until the fall. I started a job at a dental office a week after arriving and moved into a one-bedroom apartment two weeks after that.
As I settled into my new life, I was getting to a point where I wanted to get out and make new friends, see new sights, and discover who I was away from my family. I had gone out a few times with some girls from my new office, but they were all in relationships or had drama going on. I needed a night out to myself and to just loose control for a night.
I was standing in my bathroom on a Friday night, staring at myself in the mirror above the sink. I had just gotten out of the shower, and my hair, now dyed black and hanging just below my shoulders, was still wet. My height at six feet tall did leave me towering over a lot of people, but I loved it.
I had always wished my breasts were bigger than the B-cup I have, but they fit my body well. My stomach wasn't as flat as it normally was since I hadn't been to the gym since moving to Chicago, but it was still skinny. I was blessed to have some Native American ancestors that left me with tan skin all year long. While in the shower, I had shaved my vagina, leaving it nice and smooth, along with my long legs.
I grabbed my phone sitting on the counter and took a selfie of me in the mirror. I sent it to Danny, who was home alone that night, telling him I wish I was with him.
After combing my hair and leaving it loose around my head, I walked into my bedroom and started to look through my drawers for something to wear. I knew I was going to a bar that night that was just down the road from my apartment, but I wasn't sure what I wanted. Did I want to find a man to bring home? Did I just want to drink? Was I hoping to find a friend? Did I just want to eat and laugh, listen to some music, maybe dance a little?
I first grabbed a blue thong and pulled it up my legs, adjusting it so the string was in my ass and it covered my vagina. I opted for a black sports bra to cover my breasts. Figuring I should at least show off some of my body, I picked a tight, white belly shirt. On top of that, I randomly pulled out a tan pair of overall shorts.
After pulling them on. I took a couple more pictures and sent them to Danny, who told me I was beautiful. I missed him.
I grabbed my keys and phone, left my apartment, locking it behind me, and made the five-minute walk to the bar. It was still early in the night as I sat down at the bar, ordering a margarita and a sandwich. After I ate, I sipped my drink while watching the crowd pour in. A few guys tried hitting on me, but they weren't my type, and I easily brushed them away.
When the music started, I got up and danced a little, trying to get some attention, but it seemed everybody was already paired up, annoying, or avoiding me. As I walked back to my seat at the bar, I spotted a man sitting at a table with a group of friends. A few of his friends had hit on me, but he seemed the complete opposite of them. I ordered another drink as I sat down and watched him.
