This is an extension of my incestuous fantasies but as it entails being told what happens and only watching, I have written it as if it already has.
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My story starts with my husband, Andrew being at home alone. He is mowing the lawn when a car pulls up and out gets Kath, my sister. Kath is 37, mid length black hair, medium size figure, (British size 14) with quite large breasts (36DD). She is very annoyed and slams the car door as she gets out.
"Problems?" Andrew asks.
"Too right, that bastard Clive has been shagging some woman at the office again and I have had enough, where's Al?"
"Sorry Kath, she's not in, she has gone into town."
"Terrific, how long will she be?"
"Who knows maybe an hour, maybe two, maybe less."
"Well I'll wait, got anything to drink?" Kath asks.
Andrew puts the mower to one-side and takes Kath into the house. She makes herself comfortable in the lounge and he opens a bottle of wine.
The two of them sit in silence for a while, whilst Kath has a drink and fumes away at what her husband has been doing.
"Look I'll ring Allison on her cell phone, she'll come right home," Andrew suggests.
"No leave her, not a lot she can do anyway apart from offer me sympathy and help me drink this."
"So how long has Clive been seeing this woman?"
"Well he confessed to shagging her last year and said it would never happen again, but now it has, of course he is all apologetic, and promises he'll never do it again, but I think it will, I am just not good enough anymore." And with that Kath starts to cry.
Andrew, like a typical man, doesn't really know what to do, but decides to give her some comfort and goes over to Kath and gives her a hug. For a few moments Kath cries into his shoulder and then turns to him and says "If I was your wife, would you cheat on me?"
"Of course not Kath."
"Why not?"
"Well, Um, because your very nice and if you were my wife I would love you too much."
"Do you really think I'm nice?"
"Course you are Kath, your um very pretty."
"Do you think I have a nice figure? 'cause Clive seems to prefer skinny women."
"You've got a great figure Kath, you look great for a woman in her late thirties."
"I don't think he likes my tits either, have you ever known a man not to like big tits and to prefer little pimples like you see on some of those models?"
"Well each to his own Kath, you know we are all different and some men like some assets on their women and others prefer something different."
"What about you, do you like big tits? After all Al is not exactly Dolly Parton."
"Well you know Kath, I didn't choose Al for her breasts did I?"
"When we were younger though you used to look at my boobs all the time, I can remember that. Remember the time we all went on holiday to Spain , when I was about 18 or 19, you couldn't keep your eyes off me in my bikini and when I dropped my bikini top in front of you, I thought your eyes were going to pop out of your head. You certainly liked big tits then."
"Well yeah, but that is just natural, most men would have enjoyed the sight of you half naked."
"Not Clive anymore, it seems."
"Well more fool him," Andrew said wondering where all this was leading.