I have been married to a lovely petite brunette for the last six years. Although she is now 28 and she has bore me a beautiful girl who is now five years old, my wife looks much younger than she is and she has kept her body slim, almost in a teenager way. She has a flat stomach, slender legs, and small, perky tits, just the right handful. She has a very cute ass. I cherish the memory of the view of her ass, as she stood glancing out the window, in nothing but her sneakers, after we had made love for the first time.
She was my former student, and she is ten years younger than I am. When we got together, she was coming out of a terrible divorce, and I was growing tired of an unenthusiastic fifteen-year old marriage. We had a torrid affair, which led to my own divorce and eventually to our marriage.
My wife is definitely my kind of girl. I have often told her that she was made to charm me, that she is my dream come true. In our wedding, when it came to the time for toasts and speeches, I said that she was so perfect for me that we were meant to meet, and just to double the chances for me to meet the girl of my dreams she had a twin sister. Yes, Isabelle has an almost identical twin. If anything, she is even more beautiful. Her eyes are greener than my wife's are and she always bears a fine-looking tan, as she lives by a sunny beach. However, she has not had a happy life. When she got married she was still in her teens. Her husband, who is much older than she is, is psychologically disturbed and has always treated her wrong and often humiliates her. However, she would not dare leave him. Although she graduated from college she has never really worked and she has devoted her life to her two children. She cannot even bear the thought of being away from them, and her husband would not hesitate to take them away, should she try to leave him.
Although they live more than two hundred miles apart, my wife is very close to her sister, in a way that is peculiar to twins. She is very concerned with her sister's unhappiness and sometimes she has confided to me that she is uncomfortable being happy and knowing her sister is not. From time to time, she lets me know that she really feels sorry for her, and that one of her greatest aspirations is that Rosalie, her sister, could experience a loving, tender and sexually satisfying relationship as our own. "If she could really know how good it can be!" she tells me.
In fact, we have a good sex life, maybe not as intense as it has been, but still quite satisfying. My wife has always appreciated the gentle, tender, loving approach that I usually take (probably that is why I prefer petite, fragile women), and she loves the fact that I take so much pleasure in pleasuring her. This does not mean that we are not adventurous in bed. Although we never resorted to BDSM (which generally puts me off) and to the use of objects and toys, we have tried much of what two consenting adults can do together. Isabelle loves me to eat her pussy, even if she does not allow me to make her come that way, because it gets too intense, almost painful, she says. On the other hand, she can easily come during foreplay, as she rubs herself against my leg while I caress and finger-fuck her.
She also comes, often twice, whenever we make love. She has often sucked my cock, but it was not until be she was pregnant that she swallowed my come to the last drop: it was so intense I almost passed out! She has done it again since, but, as a rule, oral sex is only a part of our preliminaries. Early in our relationship, she was really surprised, but also very excited, when I kissed her beautiful bottom and reamed her hole. She loves it when I stick a finger, wet with her cunt juices, in her ass during foreplay, and this usually triggers her climax when I do it while we are making love. We try anal sex now and then, but sometimes it is difficult to coax her into it, because she says it hurts her and in fact penetration is not always easy. So, all in all, when my wife told me that she would be so glad if only her sister could experience the joys of a good relationship like our own, I know she had in mind not only love and tenderness, but also the more inventive flavor of our lovemaking.
Although my wife has no problem with going along with this experimenting, I usually take the initiative. This is probably because ever since I was a young boy I have fantasized about sex. I developed an early interest in various forms of pornography (literature, mags, videos), which have fed my fantasies. Even though I have a good and sexually satisfying married life, it does not stop me from fantasizing (and sometimes, as a result, from masturbating). When my wife told me about her sister enjoying a good relationship, I could not help it and Rosalie naturally became another object for my fantasies. I often pictured myself revealing to her the world of pleasure she had been missing. It usually started by a long session of cunnilingus, from which she would invariably come and come and come.
These fantasies became more and more frequent. I would not dare tell my wife about them, because she is very jealous, and I did not know how she would react. But this grew to a point that I was taking some chances. Once, my wife casually told me that Rosalie had stopped wearing her old-style regular panties and now only wore g-strings. This made me very horny. So, some weeks later, as we were staying at my sister-in-law's place for the weekend, I ventured into her room to explore her drawers. When I found her tiny panties, I got and instant hard on. I imagined her wearing them and showing off her buttocks. I had to run to the bathroom and jerk off, picturing myself kissing and licking her ass, while she sported those skimpy g-strings.
