Sister Act, Part 1 Sandra moves in
The best thing Dave ever did for me was invite his sister to live with us. He was shocked when he came home from work early one day, and discovered us together in bed.
I heard a gasp and then him saying "Holy Shit! I can't believe this.!" Sandra fled from our bedroom to hers; I faced Dave alone.
"Don't make such a big fuss," I said. "That was just a little experimentation, the kind most girls try at some point. Come to bed and make love to me."
He grumbled but he joined me after I unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and led him to the bed. The sex one-sided, a duty I performed to satisfy Dave; it didn't do anything for me. I sucked his cock and got him to come, to make up for what he had just witnessed between me and his sister. I lay there after he fell asleep, wondering how to make it better. Dave had gotten his rocks off, but I was frustrated as hell.
It never got better for me. He fucked me or had me suck him to orgasm, but he did nothing for me in return. When I complained, he called me a slut and not worthy of him, lucky that he hadn't divorced me. The last straw was his demand that I get on my knees and beg him to stay! I'd finally had it with Dave and told him to move out, because the house was in my name. He had no choice - good riddance!
That was the end of our marriage, but I didn't care. Sandra and I have been quite happy together ever since.
It all started when Dave's family came to Long Island, from Minneapolis, to meet me before the wedding. Sandy is a good-looking natural blond, not painted with layers of cosmetics, like most women in the New York area. And, as I found later, she's blond all over.
After we got married, Sandy asked Dave if she could come stay with us, while she looked for a job. I was reluctant at first because newly weds need their privacy. We got naked, watched triple-X videos, and often wound up fucking on the floor: standard behavior for a a couple immersed in sexual exploration.
Finally, I gave in to Dave. "OK, she can stay with us until she finds a job. Sandy can use the small bedroom."
"Great!" he said. "Sandy likes you a lot and is looking forward to staying here."
"She said that she likes me?"
"Yep, and she thinks you're attractive."
I didn't say anything in return, but an image of a tall naked blond licking my pussy and sucking my tits arose in my mind. What the hell was that all about? I'd had the usual mild flirtations with women in my sorority at LIU, but nothing serious.
In the week before Sandy arrived on a flight at JFK, I bought really attractive lingerie at Victoria's Secret.
I didn't model the bras, panties, and thongs for Dave, but stood in front of the full-length mirror set into the bathroom door, smiling at the brunette with firm breasts, who smiled back at me. That woman stroked her breasts with a loving hand. Then she rubbed her crotch and started to breathe heavily. God, that was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen and felt, watching myself play with my pussy!
But it wasn't over yet. The slut pulled the thong aside and fingered her mound. My/her juices started to flow. Then she spread her legs apart and touched her clit, gently at first and then with more intensity. I couldn't hold back any longer and achieved orgasm. How sweet it was!
I was so aroused by the afternoon masturbation that I got on top of Dave that night, lowered myself onto his dick, and fucked the hell out of him. He seemed stunned by my aggressive sex but was damn happy to get fucked. Of course, he had no clue that I'd been inspired by his sister.
