After my first time with my sister-in-law Gail, I thought it was a dream. All my fantasies had come true, and she was a fantastic fuck, with no inhibitions when it came to kinky sex. For the next few weeks, I would close my eyes and re-ran the whole episode countless number of times, sporting huge erections every time. I had to sneak out to the bathroom a few times while everybody was at home, to jack off, a temporary relief from the vivid images of Gail’s cum-soaked hairy pussy and tits glistening with crystalline urine. I just wanted to have more.
Living so close to our place, we got together once with our significant others, but tried to look as though nothing had happened. I did manage to catch her in the kitchen for a few seconds that night. She smiled at me and said, ‘Try to keep tomorrow free. I’m gonna give you a call as soon as I can.’ Then she cupped my crotch briefly and left.
I got up in the morning with an aching hard-on. Jenna was dressed and ready to leave by the time I fully woke up. She told me to take care of the phone and electricity bills and rushed to her car. When I was through with the chores, I heard the phone ringing. It was Gail.
‘Hi, George.’
‘Hi, Gail. What’s up?’
‘Don’t tell me you don’t remember me telling you I’d call last night.’
‘Sure, I remember. Have anything in mind?’
‘You bet I do. How about at my place in a couple of hours?’
‘I’ll be there.’
She hung up. I was grinning stupidly looking at the phone. I got myself some coffee and wondered what was in store for me this time. Somehow, I was sure that it was going to be a wild time in the least. I killed some time and phoned a few potential clients, making appointments for the coming few days. I tried to take my thoughts away from Gail, but every secretary’s voice on the phone gave me a hard-on. I was afraid I was becoming a dirty old man thinking only of sex.
A few hours later, I hopped into my car and drove over to Gail’s place. It was a hot and humid day, and had it not been for the air conditioner, I would probably have been soaked in that tin can, although I was wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt. I rang the doorbell, but there was no answer. I walked around the house to their front yard, and saw Gail working in the garden. She had short, faded cut-offs and a not-very-revealing blue bikini top. She was on her knees, spading a flower ditch. Her feet were bare and I noticed that they were muddy up to her ankles, probably due to an earlier watering. She was sweaty all over, and the sweat was beginning to darken the top of her shorts.
As I turned around to look around if anybody else was there, I saw Carol working on another ditch. Carol was Gail’s neighbor, best friend for years, and divorced for a couple of years. As with Gail, she was not a stunning beauty, although taller than Gail with longer legs. Though she was by no means fat, her hips were wide, had some fat on her belly and her tits were at least as large as Gail’s. She was 40, a year older than Gail, although her looks never showed a day over 35. Carol was a brunette, with dark brown eyes and black hair coming down to her shoulders. She was dressed in white shorts and a yellow bikini top, contrasting nicely with her dark, tanned skin. We had sort of flirted with Carol in the past, but it hadn’t gone anywhere beyond flattery and comments with mild sexual connotations.
I was a bit disappointed, thinking that Carol had just popped in, as she usually did. I was looking forward to a longer and dirtier session with Gail, and I didn’t think a lot of people would find what we did anything other than disgusting. Trying to hide my disappointment, I shouted out.
‘Hey Gail, Carol.’
Gail stood up and walked to me with a quick stride. She kissed me on the cheek and said, ‘Sorry, George, when Carol phoned and wanted to come over, I couldn’t say “no”’
‘No problem, ‘ I said. ‘Maybe we should look as though I’m here for something else and try to get together soon.’
‘No way,’ Gail replied. ‘I’ve been thinking about the last time since you left and fingered myself to countless orgasms, fantasizing about everything with you. Plus, she might be a bonus for us.’
I was about to say something, but Carol moved near us and said, ‘Hi George, how ya doing?’ and kissed me on the cheek. As she kissed me, her tits touched my chest lightly and her hands moved just a wee bit over my butt. I said:
‘Very well, Carol. You look great.’
‘Get out of here, you flatterer. I know I’ve got a fat ass, no matter what you say.’