At 35 I had been successful in life, in most areas of my life at least. I owned a successful business; I had money, good friends, two fantastic children and a big old house in private grounds. The one area of my life that needed work was my wife Lisa. For the last five years she has been getting more depressing to be around. My previously peppy little wife became a fat cynical bitch, our family life became a bit of a war zone and our sex life became almost nonexistent.
My sister, Sally, had a similar disappointment in her marriage; her husband just couldn't compete with her. Sally always had a high sex drive and a very active and varied sex life before she got married. She is a very attractive woman and in very good shape, she takes great pride in her appearance and loves to dress to show it off. When her marriage finally failed she brought her family back to our home town to come and live with us. Our house was big enough to house all seven of us comfortably and I felt it would help Lisa with the work load and ease the pressure on our kids.
Sally and I were always close and having her staying with us was a help in a lot of ways. She had trained as an art teacher and loved kids, she was hard working but pretty relaxed and the children just loved her breezy nature. The house became a friendly home again, even Lisa put on a good face for a while. After the first ten days she reverted to type, though, and steadily got even worse. Sally and I had several heart to heart chats about the problem deep into the night.
One night I was working late in my study when Sally returned home from an evening out. She had been complaining for the past six weeks about her lack of sex life and was hoping to end up in bed with the guy that night. I was surprised to see her; I couldn't imagine a sane single man not trying to bed her looking the way she did. She flopped down on the couch and sat and chatted with me. I poured us both some Jim Beam and we sat and put our worlds to rights for an hour. She looked drop-dead gorgeous and my eyes kept wondering down the length of her beautiful body, dressed in a black corset style top that showed off her ample breasts and black mini skirt, stockings and heels that made the best of her legs too. She was truly a vision and I was struggling to keep my mind on track.
We kept coming back to my problem, now our problem: my depressed cynical wife. Sally's suggestions started to become more bizarre and funny as she drank more and I played along as I got drunk too, creating and laughing about all kinds of weird scenarios from giving her a horse whipping to tying her to the railway tracks.
Three refills of our glasses and hour later, Sally jumped up. "Let's go and have some fun with The Sourpuss!"
"Whoa!" I said, seeing her pick up an old riding crop that sat in an umbrella stand near the door. "What are you going to do with that?"
"Just a prop! You really have no sense of theatre!" And with that she picked up the dogs choker chain and an old photo off the wall and headed for the door of the den. I followed along, bottle in hand, admiring the curve of her ass, wishing she wasn't my sister. At the door she turned suddenly.
"I do appreciate your roaming eyes by the way, don't ever stop it." She said with a dirty grin. "You have always been my favorite admirer." She stood on tiptoe and kissed me softly on the nose.
"Always happy to oblige." I said with a nod and a wave of the bottle.
We went into the den, closing and locking the big oak door behind us, and stood in front of the TV. Slumped in an easy chair was Lisa in an ill-fitting shabby nightdress. She was out cold, an empty wine glass and bottle on the side table. The TV still played. Sally switched it off. Lisa didn't move. Sally coughed. Lisa still didn't move. I joined in with the fun and dropped an ice cube from my drink down her cleavage. That did the trick.
"Wakey, Wakey." Said Sally with a cheeky grin.
Lisa looked surprised and shocked but couldn't get any words out. She tried to extract the ice from her cleavage but was fumbling terribly. Sally reached out, grabbing the lacy scooped neckline of her night dress, and tore it violently away. A huge strip of material came away in her hand and sally reached forward and pulled out what was left of the rapidly melting ice cube. She popped it into Lisa's open mouth.
"Fuck!, You are huge!" Sally said in disgust. "You look like Jabba the Hutt wallowing in your chair."
Lisa tried to push her away but Sally grabbed her hands and slipped the loop of the chain over them. "Hold that!" She said, handing me the chain. I grabbed it, managing to look ferocious, although I'm not as good an actor as Sally.
"Cry out and I'll punish you so hard you will have marks for a month. This is wake up time." Sally grinned menacingly at Lisa, flicking her flabby tits gently with the crop. "For six weeks I've been sympathetically sitting by while I watch you wallowing in self pity. For fucks sake, Jamie has put up with it in increasing degrees for five years! Time to step up or get out! We're going to help you with the 'step up' option, so that you won't have to face the 'get out' one. Why? Because, deep, deep inside your fat ass is this little cutie who melted my big bothers heart and made me not just a little bi-curious!" Sally held the photo in front of Lisa's face. It was one that Lisa had given me when we were engaged; she was lying by a pool in a bikini looking very fresh and sexy. She opened her mouth to speak.
"Not now, sweetie. No need for excuses. We just want to see some change in attitude." Sally said tapping Lisa's lips with the crop. "See, now we have the first lesson. It is called showing your husband appreciation for all he provides for you. Otherwise known as Blowjob 101."
Behind Lisa's head, a little uncertain of whether I agreed with this approach, I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor, my cock had been half hard all evening with my beautiful sister to gawk at but now with her doing the Domme thing and a blowjob on the horizon, I soon became hard. It was a bit tricky with one hand while I tried to control Lisa with the other. Sally tore another piece off the nightdress leaving her naked at least at the front.
I managed to get my cock out and then grabbed Lisa's head with my free hand. She didn't take much coercing. She didn't like giving blowjobs but she did unwillingly from time to time. Her style wasn't ever great and being forced to do it, she was worse. I held her head until she got into a rhythm but it was a lousy one. I handed the chain to Sally who grinned wide when I took hold of Lisa's head with both hands and began to fuck her face. I got all the way in a few times, which was a huge turn on, feeling her throat gag on my cock. Then I let her loose to try by herself again.
She tried harder this time, her hot little mouth working away on my cock did feel good but I was still a long way from cumming. Sally messed around, not wanting to be out of the action, stroking the crop across Lisa's big tits and tapping the nipples, then tearing the last remnants of the nightdress off and in the process freeing Lisa's arms. Lisa lifted her head from my cock, gasping for breath, her jaw obviously aching from the unexpected workout.
Sally groaned. "Well you show promise; there aren't many girls who could take that big of a cock all the way! Not very impressive, though! That has to be one of the weakest blowjobs I've ever witnessed. He's not even as hard now as when you started!"
Embarrassed, Lisa looked down.
"Well, the least you could do is apologize!" Sally snapped. "Come on! Apologize to Jamie for that crappy blow job!"
Lisa looked like she didn't know what to do, she might fight back, she might apologize, but she did neither.
"You ungrateful bitch!" Sally barked.
