My wife of 30 years and I were driving back south following attendance of my sisters 25th wedding anniversary. We were streaking down I-55 in southeastern Missouri. This is very very flat land and a most boring drive for over a hundred miles. Our conversation turned to the anniversary celebration.
"Honey," my wife Sherrie inquired. "Did you get that private time with Annette (my sister) that we talked about on the way up last week?" She grinned and punched me lightly on the right shoulder. I had to smile back at her as I reached over to touch her soft left cheek then pull on her left ear lobe.
"Yep shore did," I emphasized my best country western accent. "I guess it was so discreet that even you didn't notice when we were both gone from the children and other relatives for the hour we had together. Ya know, she really needed me badly this time to. We got together three times. I knew she knew of at least two of those times for she had set it up for us with the other guests to be occupied on the deck. You may have noticed how weakly her husband seemed to be. He's put on a hundred pounds, seems like, and breathes heavy even at rest. Sis says he hasn't paid her any attention in over a year. He doesn't even give her a hand in bed. She is so frustrated again. At least now, she has been satisfied completely and I do mean completely. Your permission and suggestion for me to help her was a wonderful gift for her. Of course, I enjoyed it also."
Sherrie's hand slipped into my lap as we drove. She found my assistant laying sleeping between my thighs. Her massage brought tingles of delight and images of a romp at the motel tonight.
"I'm glad I could help her by loaning you to her again after all these years. Do you think your little man has recovered enough for us to play tonight?" I felt her squeeze my balls gently.
"I'm sure with some of your help, my little guy will be hard at work in no time at all satisfying you and me." I reached over and pressed my hand into her pussy area. She pressed her hand on top of mine and wiggled around a little in her right front seat of our new Jaguar.
"To bad we have another four hours of driving before we get to the motel." I ventured with another couple of pressurized pats to her muff.
She smiled demurely, looking over at me and whispered. "I have something to tell you to. Right now I want a nap." With that she lowered the seat back and relaxed. I was basically alone in the car as she cuddled with her light blanket.. As the miles tumbled by, my thoughts turned back 15 years ago when my sister first became my sexual partner. I remembered with wonderful sweetness the way Sherrie and I had made our decision. I could recall the exact words even now, some 15 years later. My cock responded, pressing my pants into an uncomfortable bulge. My memory went back easily to the time that my wife and I were living in Tampa, Florida.
I had been assigned to the MacDill Airforce Base as a general physician. By that time I had eight years active duty behind me, a loving wife and three children ages 8, 6 and 4. We lived in officers base housing. I had just won my silver oak leaves as a lt. Colonel. The accommodations were very comfortable. Three children and the silver oak leafs qualified us for a four bedroom stand alone house. My wife Sherrie was a stay at home (not employed) mom. She was active in the officers wives club and several local charities, when she had time.
I worked at the military doctors pace, which translated into supervising several physician assistants, trying to appear busy and following military protocol. Cook book medicine was dull and giving the generals wives priority irritating. The base was top heavy in "brass", it being the headquarters for the Joint Strike Command. I was used to seeing Army, Navy and Marine Corp brass plus the Air Force officer staff. At the time I was 37 years old, great physical shape and a sharp military dresser. The top brass wives were frequently coming on to me and I had to learn how to fend them off without making them mad or embarrassed. This was kind of fun. My wife knew of their flirting and not to subtle attempts at seduction. We shared everything on a nightly basis. Our cuddly times after some wild locked bedroom door sex gave ample opportunity to share our daily lives totally.
Sherrie was not without opportunity also. The wives club had several little cliques of women who were into the lifestyle of swapping husbands. She was invited but we never participated. We both had exactly what we wanted and needed at home, and we had plenty of each other all the time. Neither of us went to work or through the day sexually frustrated or in need.
My younger sister, Annette, was not nearly as fortunate as I in the bedroom scene. Her husband was a true redneck. Annette found out only to late that marriage was to him only the legal way to satisfy himself. He never thought of my sister's needs. Sis confided to us that she had to go to the bathroom after he was through fucking her to masturbate to climax. Her sex life was unsatisfying. He never really made love to her. Slam bang and not even the thank you mam was his style in bed. He bragged to his buddies about how hot my sis was. He even offered her to them without her consent. This brought about their first separation.
Annette, that's my 'little' sister, called my wife on night about midnight. Annette was crying. She was at a motel with her three children, having walked out on her husband when two of his drinking buddies showed up with her husband with promises of sex with her. The scene got ugly and almost physical. She had been hit once before but had learned to defend herself. He was not going to hit her again and walk away with his testicles attached. That had been a promise she intended to keep.
The next day our family piled into our 12 passenger van and drove up to rescue her. We took her three grade school and two preteen children to her sister-in-laws home for safe keeping. Then we drove back to Tampa with my sister and my family. Sis got one bedroom while our kids doubled up. Our kids loved her and she loved our kids. Sis stayed with us six weeks total as she tried to put her life and marriage back together. It finally worked and she returned to him. Things were never good between them. They made a good show of family but he left a year or so later for a 'job' in St. Louis but the suspicion was he was off with a gay guy. That was never proved but suspicions were strong. She took him back as nothing could ever be proved that he had done anything except take a good paying job and had to live somewhere near his work.
Anyway, Sis stayed with us. Sherrie and Annette became fast friends. They talked about everything. One evening after supper, when the kids had gone next door to play, Annette, Sherrie and I were left with dirty dishes, desert, coffee and talk after supper.
Annette began, "John, Sherrie and I have been talking of many things. I am so jealous of your happy marriage. When I married Dick, I was so hoping that we would have what you all have. In particular, I now know how loving a couple you are. Along with that, Sherrie has shared how you two make your marriage bed one of total sexual pleasure and satisfaction. Dick and I have never had any of that."
She continued telling me of her (Sherrie had heard this before) total lack of sexual satisfaction and unmet needs. They had never had sex except in the missionary position. Neither had touched the other genitals with their lips. Dick was rough in sex, using my sisters body to masturbate into. She began to cry lightly, closing her face with her hands. Finally, she excused herself from the table and ran , weeping, up to her bedroom.
Sherrie followed her and I heard her consoling my sister. I was amazed and taken back. My heart went out to my sister but I could not think of anything I could do to help. Perhaps I could talk to her husband, Dick but we were not even friends, just family by marriage. I thanked heaven they didn't live close to us. I couldn't have taken a steady diet of her revelations.
In a few minutes, Sherrie came downstairs and sat at the supper table across from me again. She started the conversation.
"John, do you know that Annette has never experienced a real orgasm with Dick in her. He always unloads his wad first and quick. He never engages in petting and foreplay. He shoots off, roles over and goes promptly to sleep. They don't even have a cuddly time after he shoots off and satisfies himself. It's just awful what she has put up with this all these years. Her just being here as shown her a lot about a loving marriage. We should find a way to show her the intimate side of our marriage and love affair. I have some ideas but we need to talk about them. Is now a good time for you?"
Now you have to know that I have had more than brother / sister interest in my sisters body. When I was about 16 and she was 13, and beginning to really bud out, I made several awkward and feeble attempts to get into her panties. I always chickened out to soon. I was so afraid she would scream and I would get caught by my parents. I didn't want to rape here either. As a result, with her first little hint of not being willing I always quit. If only I had known that girls always do that even when they are interested. I had listened in on some of her telephone conversations with her girl friends and knew she was interested in sex. Her best girlfriend was interested in me. Annette and her friends had talked of getting us together but nothing ever happened. I was so backward back then. I must have missed a jillion opportunities. Anyway, back to our conversation with Sherrie.
I replied "Sherrie, now is as good a time as ever. It's always best to talk about something when you are thinking about it. To many politicians talk about stuff they don't know about so let's talk. First though, you have to know two things. One is I will never do anything to put our marriage at risk. I never have and never will. Second, since teenage, I have had lustful ideas about my sisters body. I have put those ideas away in cold storage since I met you. You are the only woman I want not."
"So did I get off on the wrong track with this? What exactly were you thinking about. Would we voyeur or bedroom activities for her? Would we just talk about it? Do you propose a threesome? Do you propose I just I would have sex with her? I'm willing to listen to whatever you are thinking about."
Sherrie smiled, reached over and caressed my arm. She always did that when she wanted something. I grinned and reached over to caress her arm in return. That was my signal that what ever she wanted she was likely to get. "I'm almost afraid to say what I'm about t say, John." she whispered. Her tone had become so intense yet quiet. I haven't said anything to Annette about this. You and I always talk about important things before we decide so this is one of those very important things for us to talk out." She continued.
"Here is what I am thinking. If Annette is okay with this, and she must be totally okay with this to, then we might do it. I want you to show her what loving, caring sex is. I want you to make romantic love to her. I don't want you to tell her you want to divorce me and marry her. That is an absolute no! no! But you would seduce her, with my full permission. I would want to be neither involved, nor watch nor even want to hear about the details later. She deserves to know what truly sensuous romantic loving sex is. Maybe she could learn how to seduce her husband so her married life would be vastly improved. What do you think?"
