Friends & Lovers, My Sister-in-law
Shane is in love with his sister-in-law.
Did you ever meet someone for the first time, inexplicably, overpoweringly, and overshadowing your current relationship while knowing that your attraction to her is wrong. Yet, unable to help yourself, you instinctively know that she's the one? She's the one that you want. She's the one that you must have. She's the one that you'd happily spend your life with while raising a family.
That happened to me. Love at first sight, as soon as I met my new sister-in-law, Alessandra, I took one look at her and she took one look at me and, instantly connecting, we were in love. Just like that, a snap of my fingers, she hit me like a thunderbolt, or an arrow from Cupid that hit a bullseye in my ass. I was done. I was in love with my sister-in-law.
As if it was meant to be, as if we were making our own movie in the way of Heaven Can Wait, as if we were together in another life, we found one another now too late. Only, and unfortunately, I was married to my brother-in-law's sister, and he was married to the love of my life. Fortunately, neither my wife nor my brother-in-law saw the look. If they did see us look at one another with love, with us immediately looking away, they didn't read the look that we secretly shared.
Yet, even though we were immediately attracted to one another, it took us a while before we crossed that incestuous line and had forbidden sex. Instead, with my boring wife, Donna, not wanting to go anywhere and/or do anything, and her brother, my brother-in-law, Larry, much like his sister, not wanting to go anywhere and do anything, I did everything with my sister-in-law. With my sister-in-law and I, constant companions, always together, we went everywhere and did everything that my wife should have done with me and her husband should have done with her.
With her name, Alessandra, a four syllable mouthful, I could have called her Al, as her husband did or Sandra or Sandy as her friends did. Yet, there was something erotically magical about her name that made her who she was. As if she was a famous supermodel, and she could have been, her name made the whole package more special. Instead of calling her Al, Sandy, or Sandra, I called her Alessandra. I always called her Alessandra, and she seemed to like that I did.
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My name is Shane. My dad, a western cowboy, movie fan, loved the movie Shane with Alan Ladd. One of his favorite cowboy movies, he watched that movie dozens of times on his 12" black and white TV.
I'm glad he didn't name me Doc after Val Kilmer's character, Doc Holliday in Tombstone. He could have named me Josey after Clint Eastwood's character, Josey Wales in Outlaw Josey Wales. He could have named me Wyatt after Kurt Russell's character in Tombstone. I'm glad he didn't name me Rooster after John Wayne's character in Rooster Cogburn. I'm glad he didn't name me Hoss from Dan Blocker's character in Bonanza. I'm glad he didn't name me Matt, James Arness character from Gunsmoke. I'm definitely glad that he didn't name me Rowdy from Clint Eastwood's character in Rawhide.
Married for eight years, with no children, with the thoughts of having my marriage annulled, we'd have to have sex to procreate. A good Catholic girl who graduated from a Catholic high school, she'd better serve God if she became a fucking nun while living her life in a convent. My wife seldom had sex with me. Dating for six years, doing everything other than intercourse and oral sex, we had more sex when we were dating than we had when we married. No sex on our honeymoon, not even a goodnight's kiss, it took her nine, frigging months to finally consummate the marriage.
With her a virgin when I married her, my first mistake, she complained that I was too big for her. She said that it hurt. True, I do have a big dick, 8" long and wider than average but not big enough that it would hurt her. Too tired, or having a headache, a backache, an ass ache, or her period, we seldom had sex. Moreover, Donna didn't suck cock.
"I'd never take your dirty penis in her mouth," she said.
As interesting as it was exciting enough, something that I never expected, my first blowjob was given to me by her mother. I never had a blowjob until my mother-in-law, Charlotte, gave me one. Glad that there was one cocksucker in my wife's family, my wife's mother allowed me to cum in her mouth and she swallowed my cum.
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Somehow, having made it past the seven-year-itch, my luck of remaining faithful was over when I met Alessandra. I'm 35-years-old. Alessandra is 32-years-old. As soon as I met her, the first thing that I thought of was divorcing my wife and marrying her. Now that I met her, I routinely masturbated over her while imagining her naked, having sex with me, and sucking my cock.
Having that in common, much like me, she loved playing games. My wife and her husband hate playing games. No matter what the game, we played board games Monopoly, Risk, Scrabble, backgammon, and Rummikub. We played card games, Uno, cribbage, hearts, and Texas Hold 'em. We played checkers, chess, and dominos. Wishing she would, we played everything except for strip poker or Truth or Dare.
With her only wearing four articles of clothing, a blouse, a bra, a short skirt, and panties, I'd love to play strip poker with her and strip her naked. While wishing I could dick flash her, I'd even deliberately lose for her to strip me naked. If we played Truth or Dare, and she chose dare, I'd dare to show me her tits. If I chose dare instead of truth, I hoped she'd ask me to show her my erect prick.
When we weren't playing games, as if we were husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend, we shopped at the mall. Something that I didn't immediately know, and accidentally discovered, Alessandra was a bit of an exhibitionist, something that my wife, certainly, was not. It all started when I accidentally lifted the back of her short skirt with my errant umbrella while we walked through the mall.
Neither of us noticed the back of her short skirt raised to expose her panties, until we saw the reflection of her white, bikini panty clad ass in a store window as we walked past it. We strolled through a good portion of the mall with the back of her skirt raised and her shapely panty clad ass exposed, which explained why we had several men following us. With my sister-in-law, a tall, shapely, and good looking woman, she gave dozens of men a free show of the back of her panties.
Unembarrassed and unashamed, not blushing or turning red, she laughed and brushed down the back of her skirt. Now that I suspected that she enjoyed showing her panties to unsuspecting men, our next stop was the shoe store. While I waited outside and watched her through the window, she had the salesman get her a pair of boots a size too small. Even if she sat with her knees cemented tightly closed together, it was impossible not to see her panties. A triangular patch of white showed her panties over her shapely thighs.
With her struggling to fit her foot in the boot, she widened her knees and raised her leg. The salesman sat on a low stool eyelevel with her panty clad crotch. She not only deliberately and continually flashed him her panties but also, she flashed him her pussy mound, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and her patch of blonde, trimmed pubic hair through her sheer panties. When he stood to get her a larger size pair of boots from the storeroom, he had a noticeable erection.
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