My wife and I have been married for almost 14 years. We have 3 children and a great marriage. At 40, my wife is 2 years older than I am. My wife has 2 younger sisters, who are both married as well.
When I first met my wife, more than 16 years ago, her younger sister Sherry was only 18 years old. She was about 5'8" and very skinny. She looked like a typical high school girl who was as awkward as she was naive. My wife and I dated for a couple of years before we got married. Although I was very close to her family, it seemed we rarely saw Sherry during this time. Quite honestly, I never gave her much thought. But all that would change.
I remember very distinctly the night of our wedding rehearsal. Sherry showed up with her boyfriend just as we were about to get started. She was one of my wife's bridesmaids. When I first looked at her, I did a double take. Sherry had matured into a very shapely and attractive young woman. I could hardly believe that this was the same girl I met 2 years earlier. She had an amazing pair of boobs and a perfect ass to match. One of my ushers, who knew the family quite well, also noticed the change.
"Where did Sherry got those tits?" he asked. "She didn't look like that the last time I saw her."
Later that evening, my wife even made a comment.
"I wonder if the change in Sherry's body is a result of taking the pill?" she pondered. "I've heard that large boobs can be a common but welcome side affect."
The years passed and Sherry herself got married. We all started having kids, and the families remained close. Sherry would often come over with her kids during the summer, and take advantage of our pool. I work from my home office so I was always anxious to see her in her revealing one piece bathing suits or her even skimpier bikinis. I was careful not to make my lust for her obvious, but it was sometimes quite hard. She has this one suit that has a zipper up the whole front. One day her 5 year old son pulled it down quickly. I got a very good look at her succulent boobs. I often wished that I had a secret camera in the change room to watch her get undressed.
It was a Thursday morning in late November. I was just settling in for work when the phone rang. The call display said it was Sherry so my wife picked up the phone.
"Hi sweetie," Sherry said. "My hubby's away at a police conference until Monday and I've just been called in to work the night shift at the hospital."
Sherry is an emergency room nurse.
"I wanted to know if you could baby-sit my kids overnight," she begged.
My wife however had other plans. She and our kids were headed up to her parents cottage which is about an hours drive from our house. They were planning on staying there overnight, and coming back the next day.
"Why don't I take your kids to the cottage as well," my wife suggested. "It would be a good chance for them to see their grandparents. The only thing is I won't be back until later tomorrow."
"That's a great idea," said Sherry. "I'll be over quickly with the kids."
When she arrived, about 30 minutes later, we talked briefly. I couldn't help notice that her ass was very shapely. I figured that it was in great shape form all the running she was doing.
"I'll be back by about 5:00 pm tomorrow," my wife said. Sherry agreed that she would show up then to collect her kids. Everyone left, and I went back to work.
Just before 5:00 the next day, Sherry showed up as promised. When she came in the house her hair was noticeably wet from the falling snow.
"Hi Sherry," I greeted her. "Your sister just called to say that she's running a bit late due to the snow."
That was no problem for Sherry since she was on her own tonight with her husband being out of town. I offered her some wine and we sat down in the family room and chatted. She looked amazing! She was wearing skin tight jeans that were riding up her pussy in the front. Her ass was incredible. She was wearing a loose fitting blouse that kept falling forward when she reached over to pick up her wine glass. I could see right down her top. She was wearing a thin yellow lace bra. Every once in a while I could clearly see her nipples poking through the thin material.
We must have lost all track of time because about an hour later my wife called again.
"Listen," she said, "I'm back at the cottage. The snow is really starting to blow and visibility on the highway was very poor. We're going to stay the night and try again tomorrow."
We live in a snow belt area so this type of occurrence was common. When I looked out the window I quickly realized just how bad the snow had gotten. We live in the country and the roads can get quite bad when the snow is blowing off the farm fields.
"Say Sherry, perhaps you should stay the night," I stated. "Why travel in this weather all the way home, just to have to come right back in the morning."
She seemed a little apprehensive about the appearance of spending the night, but I told her not to be silly.
"Look, if you're worried about how it looks then why not call the cottage to say hi to your kids, and at the same time tell your sister about the plan," I suggested.
She did just that. My wife thought it was a great idea. She told her to go ahead and use some of her pyjamas and whatever else she needed to make herself at home. Of course by now my male hormones were starting to kick in. I had never spent any time with Sherry on my own let alone a whole night. This was going to be interesting.
I suggested that we think about having some dinner. We decided on some pasta, a garden salad, and a fresh bottle of wine. During dinner we chatted about family stuff like kids, parents, and school. Sherry said that her husband was away a lot lately since he was training to become a detective with the police force. She was only working part time as a nurse so she had a great deal of time to herself.
I've got a real thing for nurses in uniform and Sherry was no exception. I'd fantasized many times about what she wore under hers. My wife once told me about this white garter belt set that Sherry had, complete with thong panties and a skimpy bra. The idea of her wearing it always brought me to attention.
After dinner, we cleaned up the kitchen.
"Do you mind if I take a quick shower?" asked Sherry.
"Of course not," I responded. "Let me get you a fresh towel. You can use the shower in the master bath."
The shower in there is the nicest in the house. It's got lots of jets that spray your entire body. While she was in the shower I went to our room to get my pyjamas. The door to the bathroom was closed to the hallway, but the one to our bedroom was wide open. From our room I could see Sherry's reflection in the three way mirror mounted on the wall. She was in the shower which has a semitransparent door.
