It was longer than it should have been. Not by much, but I noticed it, and that made my heart beat faster. It was a hug from Alicia, my Sister-in-law. When we meet she always embraces me. It's brief and perfunctory, but it's always a pleasure to feel her large breasts squashed against my chest. This time it was different, not just because of the extra time that we were together, but because of how she'd held me. Her hands were lower, almost on my bottom, and her mouth had been close to mine, as if she was going to kiss me. If it wasn't for the fact that it had been done in front of her Sister, I might have believed that there was some meaning to it.
It was a week before I saw her again, and when I did, she took my breath away.
"Don't you think Alicia looks lovely?"
Lovely? She looked good enough to eat! But saying that wasn't how I was going to respond to Lydia's question. I'd been married to her for long enough to know that she could be jealous of her Sister, even though she loved her dearly. She's the pretty one, and only eighteen, whereas Lydia is twenty five, the same age as me, and not quite the beauty that her Sister is. I needed to be careful with what I was going to say. But I wasn't worried, because this was a minefield that I'd successfully crossed many times before, and I would do so again.
"Yes she does, and you do as well."
That pleased both of them.
It was only supposed to be a flying visit. However, after two hours she was still with us, and showing no signs of wanting to leave. I had things to do and she was getting in the way, but I wasn't complaining. At every opportunity I was furtively looking at her so that I could admire the stylish clothes that she was wearing, and of course, to also admire her gorgeous body.
After we'd eaten, because Lydia had cooked the meal, it was my job to wash the dishes. While I was doing it they were in the living room. I was on the last item, a tray with baked on food that was refusing to come off, when Alicia came into the kitchen.
"We've finished our coffee."
I held out my hands so that I could take the two cups from her, but she shook her head, and then she said, "I'll wash them."
While standing near to me, closer than she needed to, she was now doing that. I was scrubbing the tray, so our hands were in the foamy water together. Washing the dishes had suddenly stopped being a chore, it had become a pleasurable experience, especially when our hands kept touching. And when I realised that the contact wasn't accidental, that she was making it happen, my cock started to stiffen. Then, too soon for me, it was over. The cups were washed and my Sister-in-law was going back to the living room. I watched her walk away, with her hips swaying in an exaggerated manner with every step that she took. That sent even more blood into my cock. It was a while before it was limp again.
It was late, and she was leaving. Before going, like Lydia, I got another hug from her. The one that I'd received when she'd arrived had been her usual one. Nice, but not inappropriate. This one was different, it was special. I've had girlfriends that have embraced me with less passion than what I was now getting from her. Her hands weren't just on my bottom, they were moving. She was gently caressing it. It was a lover's touch. Lydia couldn't see that because she was standing behind her Sister. However, she might notice how close together our lower bodies were. Unnaturally close. That was a worry, and when Alicia eventually released me, despite it having been highly enjoyable to both me and my cock, I was relieved that it was over.
Within minutes of Alicia departing we were in bed together. Both of us were eager for sex. She, because of the wine she'd consumed, and myself because her Sister had got me excited. As soon as we were naked we were at it.
I always start with her breasts, and tonight was no exception. My mouth was on her nipple and my fingers were enjoying the other one. It was making her squirm with pleasure, but that wasn't enough for her.
"You can do better than that."
I could, but if I did, then it would mean that this would be a quick fuck rather than a leisurely one. Did I want that? I was still trying to decide if I did, when she made my mind up for me by suddenly holding my cock and then stroking it with enthusiasm. She was good at that, the best I've ever had.
I was now greedily sucking on her teat, and also taking into my mouth as much of her big tit as I could. And in case that still wasn't enough, her exposed nipple was getting the expert attention of my fingers.
"Fuck that's good."
That was nice to hear, but I wanted it to be more than just good. I wanted it to be amazing, and I knew what I could do to make it that.
When I grabbed her hand, the one that was on my cock, she stopped stroking it. And then, when I let go of her hand, as expected, she removed it from my cock.
Now I could do it!
When, with both hands, I suddenly pushed her legs up, it startled her. Then her expression changed as the head of my cock pushed into her. She was looking at me wide-eyed. She'd assumed that I'd wanted her to stop playing with my cock because I was getting close to coming, but she was wrong. It was because I'd wanted to fuck her.
I didn't stop until I was up to my balls in her. Understandably, because that meant that she now had my seven inches inside her, it made her gasp. Without giving her any time to get used to my cock, I started to fuck her, and while doing that I lifted her legs up even higher.
It was frantic. Every stroke was a long one, and at the end of each one, when I was deep inside her, she gasped and I grunted. And we were getting louder. It was over in not much more than a minute. When it ended her slender legs were over her shoulders.
It took her longer to recover than the time that we'd been fucking. And when she had, I got a warning from her.
"That was wonderful, but next time you need to finger me first before sticking your big cock deep into my little pussy."
However, while she'd said it she was smiling, so I wasn't really in trouble. It wasn't long before she was asleep, but it was another hour before I was. Despite being completely satisfied with the sex that we'd just had. I couldn't get Alicia out of my mind. And worryingly, I wasn't sure that I really wanted to.
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Absence is supposed to make the heart grow fonder, but that didn't apply to my Sister-in-law. As the days past, my desire to be with her, and to do things to her, was diminishing. When it got to two weeks I was able to look at Lydia and not think about her Sister at all. Lydia was what I had, and she was all that I needed. But when Alicia arrived unexpectedly, carrying a large suitcase and obviously distressed, I realised that I'd been fooling myself. She'd been crying so her eyeshadow was smeared, and her hair was a mess, but despite all of that, she was still beautiful. And now, all of my feelings for her that I'd been suppressing, had suddenly come flooding back. However, because I loved Lydia, I was determined that I would never act on them, even though I was desperate to do that.
While looking as if she was about to burst into tears, she said in a pitiful voice, "We've had a big fight, can I stay for a few days?"
Of course, we both immediately said yes. I then had the good sense to leave them to it.
It was another hour before I saw them again, and when I did, the change in Alicia, in both appearance and demeanour, was remarkable. She'd reapplied her makeup and combed her hair, and she was lively and animated. Gone was the whipped dog, in front of me now was a vivacious woman.
When she said, while smiling, "He's history," I knew that she was going to be alright.
I had to wait until it was bedtime before Lydia filled me in about Alicia.
"He's always criticizing her. I don't think she will be going back to him. She needs a better man than him, somebody like you."
That was nice of her to say that, but I wished she hadn't because it made me feel uncomfortable. I didn't want her to be with a man like me, I wanted her to actually be with me!
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If it had been my Mother-in-law staying with us rather than my Sister-in-law, then now that it was three days, I would want to know when she was leaving. And I would be hoping that it was going to be soon. With Alicia it was different, she could stay as long as she wanted to. In fact, if it was up to me, then she could stay forever.
"Chris, I need your help."
It was Alicia calling me from her bedroom. I was in the middle of doing something that was important so I didn't want to be disturbed, but like an obedient dog that had been summoned by its master, I quickly scurried up the stairs.
When I entered the room she was standing with her back towards me, and without turning her head to look at me, she said, "Be a darling and zip me up."
Her dress was figure hugging, showing off her narrow waist and ample bottom to perfection. I couldn't wait for her to turn around so that I could see her big tits in it. But first I needed to deal with that troublesome zip.
It was easier than I thought it would be, because I managed to get it up on only the second attempt. Now I would get my reward. She would turn to face me and I would then enjoy the view of her large breasts struggling to be constrained in her tight dress. But that didn't happen, instead, she stayed as she was.
"Put your arms around my waist."
She'd said it in a low voice, not much more than a whisper, but to my ears it was as if she'd shouted it out. I gulped, and then, without any regard to the inevitable consequences, I did what she'd asked.
My arms were now around her waist and my body was close to her. I could smell her perfume, and it was intoxicating. I wanted to move my hands over her flat stomach, and then onto her breasts, but my nerve failed me. I felt helpless. I wanted to, but I couldn't pluck up the courage to do it. She then took control. She'd realised that If I wasn't going to do it on my own then she would have to lead me.