Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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2021- This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.
Author's Note:
This is a short story about cheating married people. Don't like that, move on. On this one, comments and voting will be disabled. I was debating on putting this in Incest & Taboo but thought Loving Wives was a better fit. Is it taboo to fuck your sister-in-law? I don't think so. Just my opinion though and those are like assholes, everyone has one.
Sister-in-Law: What a Slut
All during the courtship of my beautiful wife, Kelly, I'm Bill, by the way, her sister had harassed me about this and that, and what I should and should not do to or for her younger sister. I would just roll my eyes at her and everyone would laugh. She also acted as if she was better than the rest of her family and me because her husband owned and ran his own business. I also noticed that when she wasn't acting like a big deal she would be watching her husband. She wasn't looking at him with love-filled eyes, as she did when he was looking back at her. These eyes were looking at him with fright. Not that he would hit her, I actually knew Chuck from school and from back in pony league. Chuck was actually a nice guy, who wouldn't hurt a fly. The kind of fear in her eyes was that of him discovering something.
After we got married, that fear in Beverly's eyes was still there. After our honeymoon, I decided to find out why. Bev and I hadn't had a lot of face-to-face, one on one time together. Her husband or her sister was always there with us as kind of a buffer. I asked Kelly to invite her sister over for coffee on Saturday when Chuck was working. I then asked her to disappear, trying to explain what I suspected. She said sure and for me to have fun.
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I should probably tell you about Kelly's and mine relationship. We have an open relationship. When I explained to her that she could have sex with whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted as long as we talked about it first and afterward, she sat looking at me wide-eyed. She then started to ask all the questions that I was expecting. Don't you love me, etc? When I had answered them all to her satisfaction, she nodded and left the room. She didn't speak to me until the next Saturday. She even slept in the spare bedroom.
When she sat down at the kitchen table with her coffee across from me, she smiled. She went on to tell me about what she had thought about and what she had found out in the research she had done. She agreed to every one of my conditions and then said that I could fuck whoever, wherever. I looked at her wide-eyed. I hadn't expected that. She went on to tell me that imagining me fucking another pussy turned her on as long as it was just a pussy to me and not a loving relationship. I assured her if I was to fuck, not make love, to another woman, it would be just to get off.
So, Kelly and I were a hotwife vixen and stag. We were young and had a lot of energy and stress to get rid of. The first time we discussed a man she wanted to fuck, I came from just talking about him and her.
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Anyway, that leads us to the present, and Beverly. When she showed up, she asked where her sister was. By this time, I had her in the kitchen. I told her that Kelly had to leave and asked me to entertain her for the morning. Bev just looked at me as if I was crazy as I poured her a cup of coffee. I sat down across from her and we started talking. She seemed interested in what and why her sister wasn't at home. After a little small talk, I came right to the point.
"So, Bev, tell me, how many cocks have you had in your pussy since you married Chuck?" I asked.
There was a split second of fear in her eyes before the fake anger showed up.
"What?" she shouted. "How dare you?"
"Which part of the question didn't you understand?"
"Fuck you!" she shouted.
"Sure, now or some other time?"
The look on her face was priceless.
"You would fuck around on my sister?"
"Well, she does fuck around on me, so why not?" I replied
Again her eyes were wide with surprise with a little bit of lust in there.
"What?" Bev groaned.
"I said she fucks around..."
"I heard you."
"You still haven't answered my first question."
She looked at me across the table. The lust in her eyes was becoming brighter.
"I don't know. I haven't kept count," she said softly.
"Well, guess."
"Uh..."
"Well, let's see, you and Chuck have been married for five years now. Over a hundred?"
"No. God no. Ten, maybe."
"So they were long-term fuck buddies?"
"Oh god. How did you..."
"It was just a guess from the way you looked at Chuck when he wasn't looking at you. You had the fear of discovery in your eyes. You're really going to have to hide that better from now on."
"Why from now on?"
"Because you are now my fuck buddy. And I don't want to catch anything from some yahoo you fuck on the side. From now on you fuck Chuck and me. Got it?"
"Fuck you!"
I got up from my seat and walked around the table to where she was sitting. I grabbed a hand full of her hair and kissed her hard. She didn't struggle and she did kiss me back. My other hand went to her breast. She moaned loudly. It seemed she liked it rough. I pulled my lips from her still squeezing her breast tightly. Her eyes filled with fire and a little pain told me all I needed to know.
"Too tight?" I asked.
"No, no."
I pulled her up by her hair. She stood and turned into me. She didn't try to get away or to press herself against me. I let go of her hair and breast.
"Strip!" I said.
Nodding she took her clothes off, letting them drop where she stood. She had a good-looking body, I could tell she worked at keeping it that way. Taking her hand, I led her to the bedroom. I stripped the bedclothes off and pushed her onto the mattress. She backed up until she was in the middle of the bed. Lying down, she waited for me. I stripped quickly and climbed onto the bed.
"Have you showered this morning?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied softly.
Nodding, I pressed my lips to her pussy and sniffed deeply. She gasped at my touch.
"You have a nice smelling cunt," I said.
She growled. I guessed she didn't like me calling her pussy a cunt.
"I'll call you pussy a cunt anytime I feel like it. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Bill."
"Good. Or Master will do too."
"Yes, master."
Bev smiled at me. It looked as if we would be getting along better in the future. I slapped her pussy. She grunted and jerked a little but she then moaned. I then went down on her and sucked, licked, and bit her cunt. She was screaming with pain and pleasure the entire time.
"Holy fuck!" she yelled when her orgasm ripped through her body.
I moved up her body and poked at her cunt with my dick. She reached down between us and lined my dick up with her opening. I shoved it in slowly. I wasn't a bastard, I really didn't want to hurt her, that took too much energy. Once I was in all the way, I just lay looking into her eyes. Her eyes were filled with fire and lust. I was just a cock to her, as Kelly's guys were to her. Bev was family, yet she was just a cunt to me. She was older than Kelly and had already had a child. I pressed my lips to hers hard. She kissed me back hard. I just really didn't move my cock, except to press it into her body. I was already all the way inside her, I was now crushing her clit between our pelvic bones.