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I know the self-appointed protectors of this category are going to down vote this. That's okay. It gives me pleasure knowing that they are going to read it. There's cuckoldry here. And group sex. And incest. And fetishes. And lesbians. But there definitely is 'loving wives'. It's also a bit over the top. You've been warned. May or may not be a chapter 2.'
My wife, Sarah, poked her head into the open door of my office. "Don't forget, Lucy will be here at 7! Keep an ear out for the door. I'm leaving. See you in the morning."
"Yes, dear," I said in my best Ward Cleaver voice as I swiveled and rose to meet her. We kissed, also very Cleaver-like, and I walked with her to the door to our attached garage. She opened the door and stepped through it. It was winter here in Wisconsin and our Toyota was already warming up. The garage door was open and water vapor from the exhaust billowed into the early evening air. She got into the car and backed out of the garage and into the street. Going forward again, she paused to wave to me and I waved back and pushed the garage door button and watched the door groaned back into position.
Sarah is a nurse and works three 12 hour shifts, 8 pm to 8 am, in a row and then has three or four days off in a row. Tonight was the start of her first 12 hour shift.
Lucy is Sarah's sister. She's not quite two years older than Sarah. Like Sarah, Lucy is curvy and has longish dark hair. Some people think they are twins, but I can tell the difference. They are both about 5'5", but Lucy carries around a few more pounds. I know Sarah is about 165 pounds. I would guess Lucy is 175 to 180. Her ass is bigger. So are her tits. I'm not a boob measurement expert, but I know Sarah buys D cup bras and her tits look really squished in them. They look magnificent out of them, especially when she walks around and they bounce freely. Nothing 'perky' about them. When she bends over, the pretty much become 'heavy hangers'. I love cupping them while she is on her hands and knees sucking my cock in bed.
Lucy's breasts are a bit bigger than that. How do I know? Well the last time Lucy came to stay, I saw them wild and free in our living room. Lucy was kneeling in front of me sucking my cock. I was massaging her massive tits when I came. To this day, I still jack off in the shower to that vision. More so on Sarah's long 12 hour overnight shift.
I am not an unfaithful husband. I know that sounds ridiculous after what I just wrote, but I have never strayed before or since. When Lucy's husband, Pete, goes out of town on business, which he does more and more frequently, she comes to stay with us. Something about being all alone in 'that big, empty house' or some such nonsense.
Anyway, the last time Lucy came was a few months ago, June, I think, and the first night of Sarah's tour of duty was a Saturday. Lucy and I had settled into to our living room to watch TV. I was sitting in my recliner and Lucy was on the couch at the end farthest from me. We had been making idle chit chat ever since Sarah had left and Lucy asked, "Hey, Brother, can I make you a drink?" Even though Lucy knew my name, she always called me Brother.
"Sure," I nodded. "Jack for me. No ice."
"Be right back!" she bounced up and into the kitchen. When she returned she had a whiskey glass and a wine glass in one hand and my bottle of Jack and a bottle of wine tucked under her left arm. She sat all of this down on the end of the coffee table nearest me and sat on the couch in front of it. She poured the whiskey glass about half full of Jack Daniels and handed it too me.
"Thanks," I said as I lifted it to my lips and inhaled the aroma. I watched as she poured her wine glass also about half full of my whiskey and sat the bottle down with a slight thud.
"Cheers!" she said and raised her glass and we clunked them together.
"Cheers!" I replied and took a sip from my glass. Lucy raised her wine glass and knocked the entire contents back in one swallow.
She suppressed a cough and exclaimed, "Whoa... good stuff!" She held still for a few seconds and then went about filling her glass with wine from the other bottle. It looked and smelled like a Cabernet. She took a sip of her wine and I took a big sip of my Jack. My sip was probably bigger than it would have been if I had not just witnessed my sister-in-law knock back the equivalent of two shots of the same liquid. I guess, somewhere in the primitive part of my brain, I felt the need to assert my masculinity. Lucy looked at me and said, "Hey, you wanna smoke a joint?" I nodded and Lucy bounced back to her feet, went into the other room and returned with few joints and a lighter.
Lucy settled back onto the couch and lit one up, took a drag and handed it to me. I sat my glass down and took the joint. As soon as my glass settled on the coffee table, Lucy topped it off. I inhaled deeply on the joint and the end glowed red. I went to hand it back to her, but she held up her palm and said, "Why don't you work on that while you surf for something to watch. I want to get more comfortable." She pushed my glass closer to me and bounced up and scampered up the stairs. I took another drag and another sip and started surfing.
By the time Lucy descended the stairs, I had quite a buzz going. She was barefoot and was wearing what looked to be a very long, baggy night shirt. I could tell immediately that she was not wearing a bra as her nipples were poking into the thin material. My cock began to stir. She plopped down on the end of the couch nearest me. It took a while for her tits to settle down. She caught me staring at them.
She giggled, "Sarah told me you were a tit man."
"I, uh, yeah, I guess" I stammered.
"Don't be embarrassed," Lucy said. "I certainly am not." Then she said, "I bet you would like to see them, wouldn't you? You know. Compare them to my sister's?"
I tried to maintain my cool. My wife's sister was obviously trying to seduce me. I wondered for a second if they had planned this out. I couldn't image that they did. Sarah and I were not that kind of couple. I decided to ask anyway.
"Does Sarah know...?" I paused, but before I could continue she interrupted.
"Know what? Are you thinking we planned something for you? Afraid not this time. But that would be hot. We'll see. Besides, we haven't really done anything but talk." Then Lucy added, "Hey you wanna see something cool, Titman?"
"Okay," I said not knowing where in the hell this was headed.
Lucy gathered her night shirts material just below her boobs and stretched it tightly over both tits so that it fit like a second skin. Then she leaned forward with her free hand a grabbed the bottle of Jack and poured it slowly over the front of her nightshirt. The wetness seeped down her front and eventually soaked the material covering her tits. It was practically invisible now. I could see her nipples poking out and the darkness of her areolas.
Lucy crooked her finger and motioned to me, "Come here. Come here and blow on one of them." When I hesitated, she stood up and leaned into me with her tits in front of my face. She put the nipple of her right breast right in front of my mouth and said, "Blow."
Her shirt smelled like Jack. I pursed my lips and blew on her nipple. She shivered as the alcohol evaporated. The cooling took effect immediately. She moved her other nipple into position and I blew on that one.
"See," Lucy beamed. "They're both longer and harder! How about you?"
