The last story I told you about getting together with my ex-sisters-in-law Miki and Jodie. This story is about my ex-wife's sister, Sherry.
Sherry is a tall redhead with thick, curly, bushy hair. She has green eyes, is very good looking, and huge tits. I had always wanted to play with her boobs. We were alone in the house at one of the family get-togethers and she saw me staring at them. Sherry asked me if I wanted to touch them. She didn't have to ask twice. We had to be careful so we would not be caught. I stuck my hands up under her shirt and as she was not wearing a bra, I was able to cup them in my hands. I massaged them, pinching her nipples that extended out so far I was afraid they would push through the fabric of her shirt. She reached down and grabbed my cock, rubbing it back and forth until I thought I would cum. Suddenly we heard voices coming and we had to quickly stop. This happened several times over the years, but never anything else.
My ex-mother-in-law goes to Florida every winter, to escape the blustery northeast weather. One year my wife, at the time, decided to go with her. Sherry checks the house for her every couple of days and I stop by every evening on my way home from work to make sure everything is all right. One evening I stopped and saw that Sherry's vehicle was parked in the driveway. Oh how I wished she was alone. I let myself into the house and noticed the lights were all off. I flipped on the lights inside the front door where I had entered. Nothing unusual, except for a note on the counter. It said, "Meet me in the downstairs den. Tonight I am yours."
I turned the lights off, made my way to the stairs that would lead me downstairs to Sherry. I walked down the stairs, made a left hand turn at the bottom and walked into the den. The lights were off, there were candles lit everywhere, and the smell of vanilla incense filled my nostrils. The furniture was pushed to the outer periphery and on the floor were blankets and pillows. Sherry is kind of what you would call a free spirit, with a very different outlook on life than most people. To each their own, as they say.
She was sitting in the middle of the room, naked, with her legs crossed, meditating. I waited a few moments, she opened her eyes, jumped up and ran over to me, giving me the biggest hug I have ever had, pressing her huge tits into my chest. She kissed me softly on the lips and asked if I could spend the night. Let's see, I have a beautiful, naked, red head with enormous boobs asking me if I want to spend the night. It took me a lot less time to answer yes than what it took you to read the previous sentence.
