I'm having a horny affair with my sisters husband. I never meant it to happen but every time I think about him I get so horny. Every day I have been playing with myself while thinking about him. It's so hot I can't stop myself.
Right now I'm lying in bed naked rubbing my hands all over my thick curvy body, squeezing my big round bum. My long brown hair sprawled across the pillow as my hands caress my large juicy tits while playing with my nipple ring. I slowly stroke my hands down my body until I reach my soaking wet pussy. I gently start to massage my clit as I think about my sisters husband.
It all started 3 weeks ago when I went up to visit my sister at her house, I normally visit at least every Friday for a catch up. I walked in and called her name but no answer, I then called his name and still no answer. I decided to look about the house and as I made my way up the stairs I could hear light grunts coming from the bedroom, curious I called out hello and opened the door. Standing naked facing me was my sister husband Allan. He was standing 6ft tall with broad muscle shoulders and thick rugby playing thighs covered in tattoos and holding his thick 5inch cock. I got a shock and let out an "oh sorry" but somehow I was frozen to the spot, unable to leave and turned on by the sight of him in front of me. He still had his cock in his hand and with me unable to move watching him, it must have been too much and he suddenly came all over the floor.
I heard my sister come home and I suddenly snapped back to life and hurriedly shut the door and ran down stairs. As I sat in the living room sharing a drink with my sister, I couldn't help but think of her husband upstairs and how good he looked naked. I was so turned on and wet thinking about him so I made my excuses to leave early and went home. As soon as I got home I stripped off naked and jumped into bed and put my fingers to work, it was the fastest I have ever came.
Every morning when I woke up and every night before I went to bed I would masturbate thinking of my sisters husband. I would lie in bed soaking wet with my thick dildo pushing it in and out while moaning his name. I would squeeze boobs hard and finger my pussy wishing it was his hands instead. I would run my vibrator up and down my clit thinking of him standing over me with his thick cock in his hand.
Finally it was Friday again and I just could not wait to see him. But what are the chances of me catching him again? I decided to go up a little earlier than usual as I knew my sister wouldn't be home yet. I walked into the house and he was nowhere to be seen. I got so excited walking up the stairs, hoping I would find him wanking off again. I called out his name and opened the bedroom door and to my disappointment he was standing their in his work clothes and hi vis vest. He still looked good but couldn't help but feel sad.