I am a wife of 10 years and have a couple of children and enjoy a good sex life with my husband Allen. Sandra, my 4 year younger sister, has been married about 6 years and also has a couple of children I have noticed that my husband is taking a more keen interest in my sister and I know why. Both my sister and I have done well getting back fit and trim after our pregnancies, the only difference is that I lost a little boob after each child and my sister gained a lot of boob after each child. Sandra has a more voluptuous figure, but we otherwise are similar in size except for the glaring difference of our breast and I have to confess that I am somewhat envious.
About a year ago we were at my sister's house enjoying the pool and outdoors. My husband and I were sitting together getting some sun while my sister played in the pool with the older kids. Allen had one eye on the younger kids playing in the sandbox and one eye on my sister bouncing on the diving board. Without looking up from my book I asked my husband if he liked what he saw. He looked right at me and without any hesitation said, "Of course, she does look a lot like you, you know." I smiled at how effortlessly he weaseled his way out of trouble.
Occasionally I would catch Allen flirting with Sandra, but she acted as if she were not too interested. See, my sister is rather prudish about sex. A few times when we were alone, I tried to bring up the subject of sex with Sandra and she would have nothing to do with it, instead steering the conversation to a completely benign subject. I hoped for her husband's sake that she was putting on an act, and in fact was a crazed sex machine behind closed doors. But I really doubted it.
A few weeks ago, my sister came to visit; she was very distraught over the fact that she thought her husband was cheating on her. I was somewhat surprised. I never had figured Tom to cheat on my sister. After we established the fact that she had no proof of his infidelity and I imagined that her suspicions arose more from guilt than circumstances, I knew that we needed to have a long talk.
In order to get her to listen to a subject that she did not want to talk about, I gave her a glass of wine telling her that she needed to calm down. If my brother-in-law did cheat on Sandra, I would never justify it on any excuse, including lack of sex at home. But I did start explaining to her that a healthy and active sex life was crucial to a successful marriage.
After another glass of wine she finally broke down and explained her fear and aversion towards sex and that her husband never really fought her about it. The few times they had sex was when she was feeling real guilty about it or when she was trying to get a favor from her husband. Therefore she never really enjoyed sex.
The scary part was her attitude. It was: "Ok, I've told you the problem, but there is no answer. I don't care for sex and that's that." I knew that she was going to need some powerful persuasion to get her through this mental and emotional wall. One more big glass of wine should help
I looked at my watch and knew that I had just a few more minutes of verbal preparation before I put my plan to work. I tried to show my sister the outcome of her stubbornness. The constant lying, suspicions, the hate, and then, what about the children? About that time I heard my husband come in the front door.
I headed him off in the living room and told him what was going on and gave him a basic synopsis of my plan. He was speechless, but the look on his face was of unbelief. Was he really hearing me right? I told him to do exactly as I said, "and don't enjoy it too much or you will piss me off big time."
He went through the dinning room to our bedroom as I went back to the kitchen where Sandra was nursing the large glass of wine I gave her. "Sandra baby, I'm sorry, but you must now do some things that your not going to want to do," I said. She nodded in agreement, slightly drunk, thinking I was going to make her go home and apologize to her husband and then have sex with him. Little did she know!
I slowly walked her back to my bedroom where my husband was. Softly explaining that the health of her marriage was dependant on her doing some drastic things. When we entered the bedroom, she saw Allen and wondered how long he had been there, slightly confused from her wine. I then told her as gently as possible, "Sandra, you are going to have sex with my husband and you are going to love it or else."
Her reaction was a mix of confusion and surprise. All she could muster was, "What?" I motioned to my husband not to do anything until my sister was completely ready. I was delighted that the seriousness of our talk and the wine was making her realize that there was no other way. She looked at me and timidly said, "You can't leave my side for a second!"
I wasn't planning on that. I thought this would be very awkward but then, I assured her, "I promise." I was still expecting my sister to wake up from this horrible nightmare and run out the door screaming. We would have to go slow. Without saying anything I started taking her clothes off. I removed her blouse, I unhooked her bra, and then I heard my husband gasp involuntarily as my sister's breast spilled out of the tight confines of her bra. "Well," I whispered in her ear, "we know what Allen likes, don't we?"
"Waitβ¦" she resisted when I went to help her with her panties. As well as she was doing, I knew we couldn't go too fast.
"How about you and I take off Allen's clothes," I suggested. Sandra finally allowed a small smile on her face.
I sat my sister on the bed and went around on the other side of the bed and took my husband's hand and led him to stand right in front of Sandra. I then went behind him and brought my hands up in front of him to start unbuttoning his shirt. "Take off his pants, Honey," I instructed Sandra. She was so cautious; as if Allen would bark at her if she touched him. That was the last thing she had to worry about. After his shirt and slacks were off, I noticed that Allen had already taken his shoes and socks off.
There he was, in nothing but his boxers. All three of us were breathing so hard. The feeling I had, the sounds, the smells were so surreal. I don't think I have breathed this hard from sexual excitement since Joel Roberts and I played 'Doctor' one afternoon when I was still in elementary school. "Go ahead, take his shorts off," I finally told Sandra.
The smile went away and she nodded her head no. "It's all right," I coaxed her, "let's pull them down together." My husband and Sandra were shacking from anticipation. I squatted and took the back of his shorts while Sandra took the front of his shorts and we quickly pulled them down. When my husband's cock sprang out and almost hit Sandra on the nose, I thought we might loose her. The look on her face as she starred at my husband's rock hard erection was curious. Was it because it was so big, or the fact that it was probably only the second cock she had ever seen?
The silence was finally broken when Sandra nervously said, "Oh boy!" Before she panicked I laid my husband down on the bed on his back and told Sandra, "Come here and help me." I knew it would not take long for his missile to launch, so we would get him off first to calm him down.
Then my husband spoke for the first time, "Babe, Sandra might feel more at ease if you would take your clothes off too. I gave my husband a dirty look but relented when I saw that the idea pleased my sister. I quickly tore off my clothes to hasten the initial embarrassment. It didn't help when Sandra stared at my shaved heart shaped pubic hair. "Damn," I thought, "she must think I'm a pervert."
I then jumped on the bed and lay parallel but reversed to my husband so I could put all my attention to his throbbing cock. "Sandra," I begged, "lay on the other side of Allen so you can help me." I then took her hand and made her start stroking Allen's balls and lower cock. I kept my hand on hers encouraging her as I began to slowly kiss, then lick, then suck my husbands cock. He began to moan and Sandra and I could hardly breath. I wet his cock as much as I could and started forcing it down my throat. Up and down slowly until my lips finally brushed Sandra's fingers as she gripped the base of his cock. I felt pretty proud as Sandra mouth was gaped open in disbelief watching me deep throat my husband.
When I felt my husband's wet fingers separate my vulva and then gently pressed two fingers up my pussy, I knew he was about there. "Allen is fixing to cum," I informed Sandra, help me get him off, Ok?" I figured that as excited as he was, that I would not be able to initially take his cum in my mouth.
I continued to coax Sandra's hand on his balls with my left hand, and with my right hand I slowly stroked his long hard shaft lubricated by my saliva. The muscles in his thighs started trembling even though they were flexed and hard as rocks. He grabbed Sandra's ample butt and stuck three fingers up my pussy with the other hand as far as they would go. And then⦠Wham!
Even though I tried to hold his cock straight up, he was shaking so much, he started coming all over us. After the second surge, I gently laid my soft weft lips and tongue over the sensitive head of his cock and started jacking him off with my right hand.