What could I say? I had no doubt that Elle's husband had some serious issues..., but not ever having oral sex with her was the least of those.
Now, in the interest of full disclosure, I'll have to admit that I'd encountered a somewhat similar circumstance about twelve years earlier in my life and it involved my wife's youngest sister.
Suzy was fifteen years younger and, like Elle, a century less experienced in life than my wife. The baby of the family, she'd been pampered by her father, spoiled really and had just gotten married to her high school boyfriend. He wasn't anyone in our family's choice as a husband for her, nor in his family, she a wife for him. She was used to getting her way..., he was used to working sixty hours a week to help support his extended family.
A little more than two years after the wedding, no children, she'd had enough, as had he.
They decided on a, "trial" separation. Suzy, with no real occupation, asked if she could come live with us, "..., for a while," figuring she might help her sister with her two nephews and me with my growing businesses.
I didn't need to be asked, she and my wife closer that sisters, despite the age difference. And, besides the age difference, the life experiences differences and the life expectation differences, there was also a number of physical differences between the girls.
While my wife was petite..., a natural blond with hazel eyes, she had a great body, with full breasts, a tiny waist, full hips and a great ass. Suzy was a head taller, slender with a models figure, small breasts, small waist, long legs and a surprising cute ass. Dark hair and natural green eyes.
Needless to say, it wasn't easy having her around the house all the time, her penchant for frilly nightwear and having an after dinner drink with me while I watched TV, a major distraction.
I might have made it through these developments had it not been for a business trip I needed to make to New York City. Because the trip had been arranged at the behest of my advertising agency and the Tour Company they also represented, the tour operator booked me a, "gratis," room at an elegant boutique hotel, very near the site of our meetings. My wife decided that the trip would be a perfect opportunity for us to get away for a few days. The, "us," included her sister! And, since Suzy wouldn't be, "comfortable," having a room of her own, even if it was adjacent, I was prevailed upon to reserve a room with two queen size beds.
I didn't know, nor was I informed, that no such room existed in that hotel. After checking in on Sunday afternoon and discovering that our room had only a single queen bed..., I was also told that, "..., because of the large number of conventions in the city this week..., we are unable to accommodate you request for another room."
The nearest hotel room they could find with two queen beds..., was in New Jersey!
"What's the problem," my wife asked, "it's not like we won't all fit in one bed."
Looking at the bed and the lack of a couch as an alternative..., I knew I was in trouble.
After we'd spent the rest of the afternoon and into the evening wandering about and scouting out shopping opportunities for them, I took the girls to dinner at a highly recommended steak house. The food was terrific, the drinks even better. Although my wife isn't a drinker, her sister talked her into splitting a bottle of wine with the meal and then ordered both of them an after dinner drink, instead of dessert. By the time the cab dropped us off at the hotel, they were both feeling no pain.
They got ready for bed while I watched TV and then they got into bed while I cleaned up. During the transition, I couldn't help notice that both of them had changed into nightclothes, only one, however, wearing something that would seem appropriate given the current circumstances.
That one would be my wife..., a cotton shorty nightgown not unlike she wore most every night. Since I hadn't heard a reprimand, mostly loud giggles from the drinks and whatever they were up to while they were in the bathroom together, I could only assume that she was okay with Suzy's choice of nighttime attire...
The babydoll she was wearing was unlike anything she'd ever worn in my presence and to be honest, I had no idea why my wife had let her get away with it!
Fuchsia lace, a large damask floral design, the top fell to her hips, below a tiny matching bikini panty, her ass half out. While the design attempted to obscure her, "best," parts, that only worked if she was standing still.
Just by the way I looked at Suzy as she sashayed past, my wife declared, "It was a shower gift from Cousin Colleen and she's never had a chance to wear it ..., so get over it!"
I shrugged and went into the bathroom..., looking at myself in the mirror and wondering how I was going to get any sleep.
Suitably attired in gym shorts, I went back into the room.
Then it got worse!
Think about it. You're a, 40 (something) year old woman and..., because of circumstances beyond your control you are forced to share your bed with you husband..., and your, 15 years younger, baby sister. This is the same sister whom you have described on many occasions as, "..., a beautiful and very sexy young woman."
Where would the innocent husband sleep?
If you answered, "DUH...! Next to his wife with the sisters side by side..."
YOU'D BE WRONG!
"She's always cold and needs a hundred blankets," from my wife..., her words slurred.
"She's always hot and throws my blankets off the bed," from Suzy..., her voice stern.
"So you're in the middle!" from both of them..., with a giggle.
I ain't making this up.
I tried not to think about it. I sat in the chair while we watched TV, but eventually, like after 5 minutes, my wife said, "I'm tired..., get into bed."
I climbed over the top of her and planted myself on top of the blanket.
"Get under the blanket!" an order from both of them.
Surprisingly, once settled and I sleep on my back, I wasn't cramped. There seemed to be enough room that, barring one of them climbing on top of me, I might be alright.
Naturally, my wife immediately snuggled up against me, throwing her right leg over my thighs and her side of the blanket on top of me. That lasted for about a minute, when she suddenly complained, "You're too hot!" and did a one eighty, her back to me, laying on her right side, a sliver of space between us.
Moments later, must have been the drinks, her breathing became more rhythmic and then she was asleep.
I was roasting!
Knowing Suzy wasn't asleep yet, even though I couldn't hear her breathing because her back was to me, I whispered, "Do you need another blanket?"
"No," she whispered back, "you're too hot!"
I wanted to say, "Look who's talking!"
Instead, I kept pulling the blanket to my left and once it was all on top of her, she pushed it off the bed on her side.
"Better?"
"Yes," her head coming around, "Good night."
I was still awake at 2:30 AM, looking at the ceiling, feeling Suzy's body heat, when she suddenly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. No light came on and she didn't close the door, her tinkling sounding like water in a gutter after a heavy rain.
Must have been the drinks!
When she came back to the bed, she pulled the sheet tight against herself, shivered and then realizing there wasn't a blanket. With two alternatives; get out of bed and grab the blanket..., or make use of the 6'2", 210 pounds of body heat next to her. She chose the latter and slid herself up against me.
Knowing she'd sleep on her left side, I used the opportunity the roll onto my left side also and just as I'd thought, she spooned herself against me, her ass pushed all the way into my crotch. I threw my right arm over the top of her, having it settle along the outside edge of her left arm. I shifted one more time, just a little, trying to adjust my raging hard on so it wasn't sticking straight into her ass!
