This is part 2 of "Jess: My Slutty Sister-in-law" told from the perspective of the wife.
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"Hey Tina," Jim greeted me with a smile, never slowing down his thrusts. On the couch beneath him was my sister, Jess, holding her ankles over her head. Jim looked down at the bottom and smirked, before continuing to pile-drive his thick cock in and out of the moaning woman.
"Did you sleep well?" Jim asked, brushing his sweaty hair out of his face.
"Yeah sis," the bottom said, tilting her head to look at me, "how did you sleep?"
"Uh....um....good, I guess."
Was I still asleep? Or was I really watching my husband fuck my sister? And was I really getting wet at the sight?
Jim paused his thrusting, looking at me with concern.
"You okay?"
He pulled out of my sister's pussy, his cock wet and shiny. My sister adjusted herself until she was sitting normally as Jim walked over towards me.
"You okay?" He repeated, grabbing both of my shoulders. His face was full of nothing but concern. He reeked of sweat and sex. My pussy throbbed in my pajama pants.
"Baby you know how horny I get in the mornings," he explained. "I didn't want to wake you up. I found Jess making coffee, and..." he brought his hands to my boobs and rolled his thumbs over my hardened nipples through my silk top, "baby, her ass looked so fucking cute!"
I bit my lower lip to suppress a moan and nodded my head to show I understood his deranged logic. My brain was occupied on other things, like dealing with the electric shocks to my tits.
Jim turned back to my sister. "Get back in position." He turned back to me. "Sit in the chair, watch me fuck this bitch." His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine.
Suddenly, I was sitting down, watching my slut sister moan as my husband split her open. Jim would look up periodically, making sure I was watching.
It wasn't long before Jim pulled out and frantically stroked his cock, aiming for my sister's face.
"Open your mouth. Open your fucking mouth." He commanded.
With a roar Jim shot rope after rope of cum onto Jess's face, painting her. Breathing heavily, Jim moved off the couch and instructed Jess, "Go clean up."
I watched Jim walk over to me, naked, sweating, and cock swaying with every step. I stood up knowing what was coming. "Good girl Tina," Jim said with a smile. He pulled me into him, smashing our bodies, and kissed me hard. I didn't protest. A sudden orgasm reverberated through my entire body. Jim released me after a minute, and looked down. My entire crotch was soaking wet as if I had pissed in my pants. That's my Jim. I always cum when he kisses me like that.
"Now who wants breakfast? I'm starving!"
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Jess is my younger sister and I love her dearly. She used to be incredibly shy. Until one day I sent Jess to fuck Jim. Only because I felt guilty of leaving him alone for a night. Jess had quite an effect on Jim that night.
After that night, Jim started visiting her often in New York, and they would be cooped up in her apartment just fucking all day and night, while I was stuck at home with the kids. Sleeping with my husband just opened up the usually shy and timid Jess. She soon became a full lawyer, youngest in her firm. Jim mentored her at every step. He had Jess fuck every partner at her law firm. She became Jim's loyal bitch, and did anything he asked her to do, including becoming the biggest whore of Manhattan.
After spending weekends with Jess, Jim would come back home and make me roleplay my sister. He would make love to me while calling me by Jess's name, literally cursing her while pounding me senseless.
I didn't mind Jim fucking Jess. I love my sister to death. I knew she was just a passing hobby of Jim's. It was just sex and fucking, no emotions.
Jim and I had been married for 15 years, but we had been best friends and fuck buddies since when we were in college. Then we were both horny 24/7. I never turned him down, mostly because I was addicted to his ever growing long thick and always hard cock. The musk and sweat from his cock was often mixed with still soaking wet pussy juice, as he returned to my dorm from a girl who couldn't take his rough long 9in dick. After she often made him stop because he was so rough, he would leave and just come to my room and undress without a word.
I knew every time what happened and why he was there. Sometimes he would complain as I went to my knees, or lay down beside me and I would roll over and lift his still wet cock and go down as far as I could and taste the pussy juice, slowly sucking as he quickly got brick hard.
Hearing his frustration of not getting off or to pound his huge cock into them for a hour or 2 as was his normal if he didn't want to go for longer which he could easily. I knew that I was in for a long hard night. Often pinned in the top corner of my bed, ass up, legs spread so wide and him pulling out 2-3 kinds of lube taking a beating as he cussed under his breath at what ever girl turned him down.
Being best friends had it benefits. I loved waking up to a half hard cock spooning me pressed between my cheeks or seeing his huge long bulge inches from my face as he would stop in front of me while walking past the sofa, teasing me and letting me know he had that good dick and he knew I would be pulling down his pants within a few mins. If he was single it was a given he was over every day or two and I was gonna be sucking his cock no less than 3 times that day. I remember one summer break that I was pulling down his pants at least 6 times a day. So much that my lips stayed numb and his dick was still wet from the hour of sucking before.
I was on a whole different level when it came to sex. I was the best at everything you can imagine. I gave incredible head and had no gag reflex. I would let Jim cum down my throat or on my face and I always was eager for either. Our bodies were perfect for each other, with the exact right curves, muscle tone, softness and skin. He couldn't get enough of tasting me. He would kiss me just to taste my lips, suck on every inch of my body to taste my skin and eat my perfect pussy anytime I wanted. I did things that no wife would ever let her husband do.
So I missed him when he slept over at Jess's. I grew tired of being alone every weekend, waiting for Jim, imagining them together, him fucking her like a bull. The final straw was when kids also started lamenting about missing their dad. It was time to get Jim back to his senses. And I knew just the way to do it.
I invited Jess over for a weekend over summer and send kids to Jim's parents. When she arrived, I was shocked to see how much she had changed in just few short months. She had the gorgeous looks already, and now she had the money. She wore expensive clothes and drove a BMW. But the most striking thing was she had an air of confidence I had never seen before. With her large tits pointing up, she walked into my house like a queen, as if she owned the place.
And I saw how good she had become in sex. They way Jim fucked her just now on the couch was just epic. I missed waking up half asleep to my husband's being hard and slapping his cock against my ass or sometimes my face as he wanted a early morning blowjob. But today he didn't wake me up. He came down to fuck Jess. In our many years of togetherness, of the many girls and women Jim had been with, I felt threatened for the first time. I saw another woman who was better than me in satisfying my husband. My own blood, my sister.
The debauchery must be in our genes.
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We were sipping margaritas by the pool. Jess was wearing a tiny bikini top that barely covered her nipples let alone her boobs, and extremely short cutoff jeans that barely covered her smooth buns. She had the shorts unbuttoned and unzipped in the front exposing her shaved pussy slit, an open invitation to fuck open those sweet pussy lips. I was sure she wore no underwear. She knew my husband hated panties.
"Can you cover up bitch," I scolded Jess. "You're practically naked. Jim will be out any minute. Have you no shame?"
Jess laughed. "Daddy bear and I have no shame with each other. You know, when he is over at my place, he won't let me wear anything. One time he spanked me so hard just because I accidentally wore panties."
I know Jim's spanking. It can turn the best of us into mushy brained whores, ready to do anything to not displease Jim.
"You know that was a one-time-thing," I said. "I only told you to sleep with Jim that one night. Now you are his personal slut? Why don't you go find your own man, whore!"
"You don't get it, do you Tina?" Jess said pitifully. "Jim and I are soulmates. We are made for each other. I have always adored him, but after that first night, I am addicted to him and he to me. We have sex like a man and woman are supposed to. Sure, I fuck other men. But Jim is more dominant, his cock is larger and makes me cum harder than any man ever has."
Then with a thoughtful pause she said, "I am going to take Jim away from you. You should let him go, for his happiness."
I realized Jess was totally gone case. Such is the power of Jim's cock. We should just give him a "best cock of the universe" award. But I tried again.
"Bitch he is twice your age!" I exclaimed. "He only likes you for your pussy, but he loves me. He will never leave us. You have daddy issues. You should see a therapist."
