Well, first the usual bullshit about who's who in this story... I'm George, a mediocre guy with a mediocre size, 36 years old, six-foot frame that once was athletic, but now growing fat around the belly, brown hair, 180 lbs, green eyes. I used to be a professional, but I'm now self-employed, thanks to the recent "downsizing" efforts. I get by with computer projects, and I had made some money so that I can afford to live in a nice place with the wife and two kids.
My wife is Jenna, she's 35, with a good body, although her tits are a bit small for my taste, something between B and C size. And, no, I didn't marry her for sex.
My wife's sister is Gail, and she is definitely not a looker. She's 39, about 5'2, 130 lbs, with a fat ass, but her tits are probably 38D. She's married to this guy who's a hot shot banker, a condescending sort of asshole who believes whatever he says is true, and doesn't give a shit about anything else. Well, I had my share of arguments with him, but he's always right, y'know what I mean? When I was "downsized", thanks to my manager who's been an asshole throughout the three years I was with the company, he was the first to blame me of rocking the boat and trying to paddle up a current too strong for me.
But I digress... The asshole of a brother-in-law, who lived in a four-story mansion with a great view, decided to get a laptop, hook it up to a new home cinema set-up, connect to the 'net and whatever you could imagine with a computer. He managed to fuck the whole thing up, and guess who he called for help!!
Well, yours truly decided that he was a nice guy after all and managed to find an afternoon free for the feat. Harry, however, had to be away that week and he gave me all the passwords (yes, he did define passwords for a system that didn't work properly). He asked me if I could take a look and do something about the system. I said, 'Sure Harry, that's what relatives are for.' He thanked me profusely and said,
'You know George, all the IT guys at the Bank couldn't do a thing about it, if you can get this thing working, I might even change my opinion about you.'
Yeah, right... Anyway, I told him to make sure he's got all CDs and diskettes that he got with the system around, and I'd go the next day to have a look. As it's the case with most engineers, I feel challenged with a system that doesn't work the way it should. I was going there for that challenge, definitely not for helping this asshole with a system that he'd go boasting about the next century.
The next morning, I woke early, saw the wife to work and the kids to school. I had another cup of coffee and hopped into my car. It was still 7:30 am and I was pretty sure Gail was sleeping. After I drove for 20 minutes to make it to their place, I was surprised to see Gail going out of their yard with her car. She stopped when she saw me and told me to go up to the third floor where Harry had his "toys". She'd be back in an hour, she had to go shopping blah blah blah... I wasn't listening...
It took me about half an hour to see that Harry's stuff was wrongly configured and to correct the whole thing. Although he was a pompous ass, he did have the common sense to leave all the necessary software and drivers around, and it wasn't before long I found myself connected to the 'net and surfing with a projector on the wall. Well, I definitely felt naughty and managed to enter one of the porn sites with streaming video. It was still 8:30 am, but I felt horny with a forced celibacy due to my wife's inattention in the last two weeks.
I chose a video with a group scene with one guy and two women, and to my delight, the women were above 25, with full tits and full bushes to compliment. I have this thing about women with large tits and hairy pussies, and my wife keeps on trimming her bush all the time, saying that it's dirty to have hair down there.
Before long, the scene turned very hot and I found myself stroking my cock through my jeans. It was just unbearable to see those women on the screen, one being fucked up the ass and the other fingering and licking her pussy. I was almost oblivious to everything when I heard the front door closing. Shit, it had to be Gail, and my early morning solitary escapade was over. Growling, I closed the connection and tried to look as if I was working on the Control Panel!!!
In a few minutes, Gail came up and asked me how it was going. I answered, 'It's about finished. Now your husband can view all the naughty sites and videos on the wall.'
She surprised me saying, 'Who gave you the idea it was Harry's idea to get this thing set up?'
I stammered, 'Weeeellll, I thought.... Y'know.... Uhmmm... Since he told me...'
She laughed, and said, 'Harry's away most of the time, you know how it goes with the job. I was getting real bored and I forced him to get me something like this. Now, do you think you can help me find some naughty sites?'
Is the Pope a Catholic? Of course I could, but I still didn't see Gail as a sexual partner up to that point. So I managed to get online again, and accessed the video that I was watching just a while ago. I said, 'There you go, I'll help myself with some coffee while you play around.' And I just went downstairs to get something to get my mind off the hot scenes that she was about to see.
I turned on the tv in the kitchen, and started watching some stupid cooking thing that's on every weekday morning. I made some coffee and I was drinking when I saw Gail at the kitchen door with a sheer gown. She was naked inside the gown, and I could see her large nipples and a dark shade between her legs. She said, ' George, that video was just great, do you think we can find some more stuff like that?'
'Sure we can, but I need to be around to make sure that you get what you want Gail,' I said. Now that I'd seen her more intimate parts, I was getting some ideas that weren't exactly decent.
She said, 'Well, I don't mind George, as long as I get what I like.'
Well, that was the end of it, really. We went up to the third floor, and I searched for a similar streaming video. I found one more with the same players and asked her if she'd like to see the same people again. She said: