Revenge Is Best Served Naked

My sister-in-law Rachel is such a bitch. She's been mean to me since the day I met her, and it's carried on for years. Rachel has never been put in her place and regularly causes problems with my wife Claire. I'm not the type of person to sit idly by while she rips apart the peace I want in my life, so this has been a challenge in my otherwise happy marriage. Her husband Tim is weak and lets her get away with murder. So, I figured, if I could arrange it, why not get some revenge on Rachel's pussy?

Don't get me wrong, Rachel's attractive. Taller than I like, but they're all the same height laying down, right? She has a resting bitch face but is a slender blonde with an ass I'd love to split open...and I guarantee her husband can't be fucking her properly.

When I heard Rachel and Claire were going to have a girls' night at our house while I was supposed to be out of town on a business trip, I knew I had an opportunity to teach Rachel a lesson. I kissed Claire as I headed out the door with an unpacked suitcase on a Friday afternoon, knowing I'd be sneaking back in the house that night. I sat in a dive bar I'd never been to, sipping a surprisingly good whiskey they had, watching the cameras in my house on my phone. Rachel was over, and the girls had decided to get in the pool. My wife Claire is definitely the more attractive of the two. Younger, shorter, nicer, with lips made to suck a dick. But Rachel was forbidden fruit. Fruit that I wanted to hate fuck.

As I watched them lounge in the pool on rafts, as the sun started to set, I could see Claire had made drinks. Rachel had turned down the frozen margarita Claire first brought out, and Claire had soon returned with some red-colored mixed drink for her sister. As Rachel gestured to the hot tub, I heard a voice I recognized boom out in the bar.

"Jake!"

I looked up to see a good friend of mine, Zack, with a guy I didn't like very much in tow. Rick nodded as they approached.

"What's up?" Zack said with a smile. "We've got the night off and are planning to relive some glory days!"

"Hall passes!" Rick chimed in, and I tried to smile politely. I'd known Zack and Rick since middle school. Zack was awesome, but Rick constantly overstepped every social line. I tolerated him because of our long history and he now worked for Rachel's husband Tim.

I nodded at the bartender and signaled to bring three more whiskeys, as I stole a glance at my phone. Claire was handing Rachel another drink and getting back in the pool, as the sky darkened around them.

By the time my drink was empty, I'd watched the girls get into the hot tub and start on their third drinks. I knew they were both lightweights but would goad each other into a fourth, so I had to act quickly. I said my goodbyes to Zack and Rick and headed home. I parked around the corner, checked to see that the girls were still mid-drink in the back yard, and then I turned off my security cameras. I didn't want to take any chances, in case my plans went sideways.

But as I snuck in the house, and into the kitchen, I started to smile. Things were going just as I hoped they might. On the counter were two pitchers: the one from the blender and one with a red drink I'd seen Rachel drinking. I quickly pulled two bags from my pocket: a strong sedative for my wife from a prescription she'd gotten a while back and five crushed pills of new aphrodisiac I got at a convenience store for her sister. ("Don't give your lady more than one of these," the clerk had said with a wink. "It's like legal MDMA, but better.") Once I'd mixed them in the respective pitchers for each lady, I tiptoed upstairs to my office, where I could watch them without being seen.

It wasn't long before Claire went back inside and returned with another round. As Rachel stood up to grab her drink -- not bothering to say thank you -- I could see her breasts, nicely filling her red bikini top.

I watched them for another 40 minutes as they worked their way through their last round of drinks. Claire's head started to loll a bit, as the drug started to take effect. Rachel seemed to be perking up a bit, as the "ecstasy" kicked in too.

I went to the closet in my office and grabbed the bag of surprises that I had prepared for the evening. I dropped it by the bed in the guestroom and then turned on the five cameras I'd hidden around the room, all with a great view of the bed.

I peered around the closed curtains to see how the sisters were doing outside. Rachel was standing up in the hot tub, staring at the rotating colors of the pool lights, and Claire seemed to be fast asleep, lying beside the pool.

I walked back downstairs, opening and then loudly closing the front door for effect, then walked through the house, into the backyard.

"Hey, girls!"

Rachel shot a glance at me, pupils dilated. "Aren't you supposed to be out of town?"

"Flight got cancelled." I gestured toward my wife. "What did you do to her?"

Rachel turned back to the pool lights and shrugged. "You know she can't handle her drinks."

I nodded. "Well, help me carry her upstairs and get her into bed."

Rachel sighed. "She's your problem."

I wonder if Rachel saw my look of hatred, as I tossed her a towel, then picked Claire up and carried her into the house. I gently placed her down in our bed, resting peacefully, facedown. Her ass looked amazing in her black bikini bottom, and I gave her left cheek a hard squeeze. Just the right amount of sizzle.

As I walked back downstairs, I started an amazing techno playlist I'd found called "X Lovers." The music filled the house. It would sound especially good in surround sound in the bedroom.

Rachel was in the kitchen, wrapped in the towel, slowly stroking it. She had her eyes closed and was swaying to the music. I quickly locked the doors behind her.

"You don't look like you're in any shape to drive." I said, as I gently nudged her toward the stairs. "Crash in our guestroom?"

Rachel opened her eyes. Her pupils were now completely dilated. "I want pancakes for breakfast," she said as she headed toward the stairs, with me close behind. I walked into the guestroom first and flipped on the strobe lights I had added for tonight. Colors filled the room, and Rachel looked around with a smile on her face. "Pretty!"

I shut the door as I stepped into the hall. Back in my office, I watched her for a few minutes to make sure she was feeling the full effects of the drugs. When she was laying underneath the silk sheet on the bed, running her hands up and down her body, I knew it was time.

I quietly opened the door to her room, carrying a bottle of massage oil. Rachel's eyes were closed, as I sat down on the bed next to her. I watched her feeling her body for a moment. She didn't seem to notice me until I pulled back the sheet. She looked at me, confused, as I started to spread the oil on one of her legs. "Let me help with that." I said with a smile.

"What are you..." she stammered, as I began to massage down to her foot. "No, don't." But when I started kneading the sole of her foot, she let out a little moan. I knelt at the end of the bed, continuing to work on her feet. When I spread her legs apart a bit, I had a perfect view of her bathing suit, tightly covering the lips of her pussy. After a couple of minutes, I stroked my fingers up her legs, and slowly down her inner thighs, stopping just short of my target.

"Roll over." I said with an authoritarian firmness, as I quietly dropped my pants to the floor.

"No, I..." she slowly said, with her eyes closed, while I gently took her by the shoulder and flipped her onto her stomach. I looked down at her nice ass, poking slightly in the air. Fucking her there was definitely on the list too.

I drizzled a large amount of oil on her back and legs, tracing my fingers up and down the length of her body. Her moan was a bit louder this time. I straddled her back, resting my hardening cock on her ass, and began rubbing her shoulders. I massaged her in tune to the music. The subwoofer under the bed added a nice vibration, and I could feel Rachel ever-so-slightly grinding her hips into the bed, which also moved her ass around on my dick. Her eyebrows furrowed momentarily when I undid the hook to her bikini top, but I continued the rubdown. After another couple of minutes, I worked my way down her back to her legs. I stroked and massaged her calves and thighs. Then I moved on to her ass. It was firmer but smaller than my wife's, and I was very excited to finally get to feel it.

I quickly untied the bows on each side of Rachel's bikini bottom, then pulled it off and threw it across the room. Rachel looked back toward me, in a daze. "Wait..."

"It was getting in the way of the massage," I said as I firmly grabbed each of her ass cheeks and started back in.

After a second, Rachel dropped her head back to the mattress. "You're pretty good at this," she whispered.

Looking down at her, I smiled. I spread her ass and could see her tight, pink hole staring back at me. I spread her legs further, as I worked my way down to her thighs. Now I had a fantastic view of her pouty pussy lips, and I let my fingers trailer the massage oil there subtly, as my hands rubbed around her legs. I own you now, was all I could think.

I stood up, dropping my boxers to the floor in the process, and once again grabbed Rachel's shoulder. I flipped her onto her back, and finally had a view of her naked chest. Her tits stood up, with unexpected perkiness, and her small nipples were hard. I quickly spread more oil all over her stomach and breasts, squeezing them a few times in the process. I then took off my shirt and lathered myself in oil. I was on top of Rachel before she could even mumble a word.

I was rubbing the length of my body up and down hers, gliding in rhythm to the music. It was almost like we were dancing. She was pressing her body against mine and stroking her hands up and down my back. But her eyes fluttered open when she felt my rock-hard cock slide up her thigh and come to a rest right on her pussy.

I raised onto my elbows, looking down at her face, her breasts, then at my dick, which was now throbbing against Rachel's pussy lips. Her neatly-trimmed landing strip pointed the way.

"Now's when the fun really begins." I said as I thrust into her.

To Be Continued.