Guilty or Not?

Should I really feel guilty for having a passionate hour with my younger sister's man, even though I am happily married? I love my husband, but with both of us working full time mainly as taxi drivers--we drive our kids in the evenings to their various clubs that they attend--we unfortunately no longer have that little spark that we used to have, or the time to do anything. It had already been a couple of months since we last even had a quickie together, never mind a long night of love making in the bedroom.

How I miss those nights when the kids were a lot younger and tucked up in bed, giving us some very lovely nights of passion. He is, or should I say, was, a good lover to me but now it's just me and my fingers to relieve the built-up frustrations in me until last week. I had managed to get a rare day off. I contacted my sister and asked if she could pop down later on in the day to help me move some heavy stuff around the house. She said that she was busy but added that her husband Al would come over once he woke up, if that was ok with me.

Al works nightshift. I know, as my sister confided in me, that he was always tired. With a busy house and two younger kids, they too were in the same predicament as my husband, and I were. It is a shame, as they are only in their early thirties, ten years younger than us in our early forties. It was around lunchtime while I was daydreaming on the sofa that I began to feel horny out of the blue. I closed the curtains and began to gently play with myself. It wasn't long before I was soaking wet and went from strumming my clit to finger fucking myself with two fingers thrusting in and out of my now dribbling pussy. I was building up to another solo but nice orgasm when suddenly as I opened my eyes, there was Al just standing there staring at me.

"FUCK...." I screamed out as Al just froze and began mumbling.

Still feeling frustrated after being so close to a rare but fantastic orgasm, I yelled at him again and went to slap him across the face. To my shock, instead of slapping him in frustration, I grabbed him and pulled him closer to me then kissed him hard on the lips. He eventually pushed me away and asked me what the hell I was playing at.

"We both need a good fucking," I answered back. I could tell by the tent in the front of his pants that I was right.

Seconds later we were embraced again in a very passionate kiss with our tongues twisting and darting around in and out of each other's mouth. This carried on for another few minutes until we began ripping each other's clothes off. I thought I had been horny before, but I was now on another level of horny. Al's cock looked slightly bigger than my husband's seven-inch pecker, but I could see Al's was much thicker. It tasted as good. I was sucking on it with all the strength I could muster. Al soon stopped me. He told me he wasn't going to last much longer but wanted to return the favour. Getting me on my back on the sofa, he dropped between my parted thighs and worked his tongue firstly over my now throbbing clit.

He almost brought me to a shuddering orgasm as he nibbled and sucked on my clit and pussy lips before thrusting his tongue way deep inside of me. WOW! It felt so amazing that I pulled the back of his head tight against my soaked pussy lips. Minutes later, I was gone. Pure ecstasy now rushed through my body as I finally got that elusive first orgasm that he had ruined only about ten minutes earlier. Now, this is where a slight bit of guilt kicked in. I asked Al if we should go further. Without any hesitation, he said that we had come this far, why not go all the way?

True, I replied in my head that was still spinning after he had brought me over the edge with his talented tongue. I took hold of his hard cock and led him up the stairs into my bedroom, there being no spare bedroom in my house. Then, I pushed him onto the bed. By now, his cock seemed even bigger that it had been downstairs only a couple of minutes ago. My pussy was still soaking wet when I straddled him and impaled myself onto his big fat cock. Fuck, he stretched me and reached parts of me that no other man had ever done before. I rode him slowly at first, so that I could fit all of his cock inside of my pussy. Again, he whispered that he wasn't going to last much longer, so I bounced up and down on him faster and faster until I felt this explosion of hot sticky thick spunk go off inside me.

A moment later I fell off him and watched as his spunk ran down across my bum and dripped onto Al's belly and legs. To my amazement he was still hard as fuck, so I reached over and began to jerk his sticky hard-on up and down, but he had other ideas. Pushing my hand off his cock, he turned me over onto all fours and began to lick around my pussy lips and down to my bum. No man has ever done that to me after having sex with me. I could feel myself building up to yet another orgasm before he pulled his face away from me and pushed his still hard and throbbing cock inside of me in the doggy position.

He was now making slow sensual strokes in and out of me and was reaching around to play with my swinging boobs at the same time. I was loving him playing with my bare boobs as he pulled, tweaked, squeezed and almost pulled my hard nipples off my thirty-four C boobs as he began to thrust harder now in and out of me. I was gasping again, and he must have knowingly upped his pace yet again. Doggy style is one of my husband's and my favourite positions, and then it happened again...we both came at the exact same time!

This time the cheeky bugger stuck a finger into my bum hole. That pushed me over the edge; my orgasm rolled right through my entire body, leaving me totally drained by the time it ended. He kept his cock inside of me this time until it began to soften inside me. Then, he slowly backed out of me with a popping sound and we both lay side by side in our afterglow. After a few minutes later having sorted ourselves out I gave Al one more passionate kiss and a playful slap.

"That was for ruining my first orgasm when I thought I was on my own by the way," I then told him. We laughed about it.

I never did get around to moving things around the house that day so he will just have to come back and help me again in more ways than one! Once Al had left, I did feel bad for my husband and my sister, but we all have needs and needs need to be fulfilled. I now hope when my husband gets home in a little while that we can manage some time alone because I'm feeling horny again and need him to fuck my brains out and fill my pussy to overflowing with his hot thick spunk.

So, would you say I'm guilty or not? What would you have done?