You may notice this story is written in a raunchier style than my other work. I am experimenting with a new style. I hope you enjoy it.
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This is the story of two sisters. There is Suzie who is the good sister and Stephanie, the nasty one. Suzie is married to Randall. She is an excellent wife and mother. She takes care of her home and her family and fucks her husband like a good wife. She fucks in one, maybe two, positions. She fucks him quickly and showers as soon as she's done. She doesn't like to use toys or kinky outfits. Suzie claims to have no fantasies she'd like to act out. And she certainly would never fuck anyone except Randall. That would be WRONG!
Stephanie is married to Carlos. She's a pretty good wife and mother, but she, also, has a job. She works hard at taking care of her family, but she's not that great at taking care of the house. She needs a lot of help from Carlos just to keep the dirt and the mess down to a reasonable level. She fucks her husband like a good slut. She fucks him in as many positions as they can think of. She has a trunk full of toys and half a closet full of kinky outfits. Stephanie has a million fantasies and has acted out at least half of them. She certainly fucks a lot of people besides Carlos, often with Carlos watching and joining in. And she's been fucking Randall for a little over six months.
On the day our tale begins, Stephanie and Carlos are eating breakfast when the phone rings.
"Hello,"
"Hey Steph," It was Randall. "would'ya like to fly to Minneapolis with me tomorrow?"
"That could be fun. Why Minneapolis?"
"Work is sending me there for a couple of days. Would Carlos mind you taking off?"
"I'm pretty sure he'd be cool with me going there with you for a couple of days."
Carlos nodded his head vigorously; a shit-eating grin plastered to his face.
"Good. The plane leaves at 4pm."
"Okay. I'll meet you at the airport." She hung up the phone and turned to her husband.
"So Randall is feeling randy, huh?" Carlos quipped.
"I guess so. Susie's probably made his balls so blue, they're probably ready to fall off."
"You know, your sister needs a really good fucking. She needs to remember what fucking's all about it."
"Probably. I don't know what happened. It's like as soon as the wedding ring slipped on to her finger all of Mom's hang ups came crashing down on her."
Carlos wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her onto his lap. "Thank God that didn't happen to you." He said kissing her. His tongue slipped into her mouth while his hands slipped into her robe.
"Thank God." She agreed kissing him back. His hand squeezed her breast softly before sliding down her side. It lingered for a moment on the gentle slope between her waist and her ass before sliding around to grip her ass firmly.
Stephanie slipped off his lap to kneel between his legs. "You know, she won't even give Randall a blow job."
"You're kidding?" Carlos unfastened his pants. "That's fucking grounds for divorce."
"You know it." Stephanie agreed pulling his nice thick cock out of his pants and swallowing it. It wasn't completely hard yet, so she could fit it all easily into her mouth. She moved her tongue along the soft length of it and felt it harden in her mouth. Soon it was too big to hold and she had to let some of it slip out. Slowly, she let all of it slide out of her mouth until her lips only touched the tip of it. Then she sucked it all slowly back into her mouth like it was a strand of spaghetti. His cock was pressed against the back of her throat and there was still about a ½ inch not in her mouth. Carlos grabbed the back of her head and thrust the last ½ inch into her mouth.
"Maybe Randall should take you home to give her lessons."
Stephanie nodded vigorously while Carlos kept thrusting his cock down her throat. "Oh God. You're such a hot little bitch, you could give a hooker lessons. Get on the table, I want to fuck you right now."
He pulled out of her throat and Stephanie quickly stood up and pealed off her robe. Pushing the breakfast dishes aside she lay back on the kitchen table. Her spread open legs dangled off the side. Carlos quickly dropped his pants and climbed onto the table between his wife's legs. He wasn't worried about the table collapsing. He had reinforced the supports himself after their first kitchen table had collapsed doing this very same thing. His hand came down in the cereal bowel spilling it all over the table. Neither noticed.
"Come on, baby. I need to fuck you. I need your cock inside me. Hurry baby." Stephanie urged.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you're still going to be feeling it while your sucking Randall's dick at the airport." Carlos thrust his dick into Stephanie's slippery snatch.
"Oh yes!" Stephanie cried orgasming as much from thinking about screwing her sister's husband as from being fucked by Carlos.
"Fuck yes! Cum for me. Cum all over my cock." Carlos grunted as he thrust harder and harder into her hot cunt. "I love having a filthy slut for a wife."