It was the third time we'd stayed with my wife's sister and her husband that it happened. Karen and Paul were great hosts and the four of us got on really well. Angie and I had been married for three years, together for eight, and were both 'second time around.' After the trauma of divorce, finding Angie had been the best thing that ever happened to me. Where I was quiet and shy, she was bubbly and outgoing. Where I was patient and calm, she was a firecracker. The relationship worked really well. I was 47 years old at the time, Angie 10 years younger, while her sister was 45 and Paul was my age.
We had got to Karen and Paul's house in the afternoon and the plan was to go into the city for a meal. While Karen and Angie were upstairs discussing what they were going to wear, Paul and I were watching the football results come in on the TV. Soon afterwards Karen came downstairs in a fluffy white dressing gown and said to Paul that she'd had a shower and the bathroom was free for him.
"Great," he said, "I won't be long."
Karen sat in a chair opposite me and said that Angie was sorting out her jewellery and makeup upstairs. We chatted about the football scores and the restaurant we were going to. Karen is around 5ft 10in and very slim, with small breasts and a great arse, which always looks good in tight jeans. She hates her legs because the shins are marked from bruises she used to get when she played hockey, (the two sisters played to a good standard when they were younger, both getting into the district side.) She has a deep voice which, along with the rest of her, I've always found sexy.
As we chatted I noticed that her dressing gown was slipping open on her crossed legs. I tried to focus on the TV but it was hard not to look at her long legs. I looked back at the TV and the next time I looked at Karen the gown was gaping and she had uncrossed her legs. She was excitedly telling me about the restaurant but I could only focus on the flesh-coloured area at the top of her thighs. She wasn't wearing any knickers.
I managed to concentrate enough to look back at the TV and, when I glanced back a few seconds later, her legs were crossed again and the gown was back in place.
Paul called down that the bathroom was free and I shot up from the sofa, mumbling that I'd let Angie know that it was her turn for the shower. As I got to the living-room door, Karen said,
"You could shower together; save time."
I laughed, nervously. This was a side of my sister-in-law that I'd never seen before and it turned me on.
The evening passed as they always did when the four of us were out; lots of wine, lots of laughter and plenty of talk about music and football between myself and Paul while the girls gossiped and giggled. We poured ourselves into a taxi outside the restaurant and headed back to their house. The girls were both laughing a lot as they chatted across me, sitting between them. After a while, Karen grabbed my thigh as she laughed at her sister's joke and, in the dark, I was aware that she was holding onto it longer than was necessary. She continued to chat as her fingers traced up and down the inside of my thigh. Within a few seconds I was as hard as a rock.
The rest of the night and breakfast the next morning passed normally but, as we said our goodbyes, Karen's hug was tighter than normal and, as she kissed my cheek, her lips brushed mine, something which had never happened before. I looked into her eyes but she just looked away.
A few weeks later I had an important Friday meeting at a regional office, a few miles from Paul & Karen's house, and the two sisters had decided that I should stay there, rather than in a hotel. The arrangement was that I should drive up on Thursday evening and stay with them on the Thursday and Friday night; Angie would then drive up on Saturday so that the four of us could go out again.
I arrived at Paul & Karen's at 10pm on the Thursday night and, after a glass of wine and a catch-up, went to bed. I was up and out early the next morning and in the office at 8am to prepare for the meeting with our regional staff. The meeting went well and the day passed quickly. I got back to Karen & Paul's around 6pm and was met at the door by Karen and a glass of champagne.
"I hear it went well," she said, handing me the glass. I kissed her on the cheek and took a sip from the glass.
"Mmm," I said, "you're a sight for sore eyes."
"Are you talking to me or the bubbly?" she asked.
"Both of you," I said, aware that we were flirting in front of her husband. Karen grinned and winked as she took my bag. I shook Paul's hand and followed them into the kitchen.
Dinner, cooked by Paul, was delicious, as usual; the wine flowed and it was a great evening. We decamped to the lounge and, after a few more glasses of wine, Paul fell asleep in the chair, as usual, while Karen and I listened to some music and chatted. I caught myself yawning around midnight and stood up to go to bed.
"Right, I'm off to bed. Do you want a hand with him?"
"No, I'll drag him up in a minute. He'll be snoring in five." Karen stood up and leaned forward for me to kiss her cheek. As I leant in, she moved and kissed me on the lips. It was brief and soft and warm. I smiled at her and said goodnight. As I got ready for bed I thought about my sister-in-law and that kiss. Karen was less adventurous than her younger sister, more conservative, less impulsive. I had not seen this new flirty side to her before but I had always found her sexy. She often made the odd joke about her lack of cleavage, especially compared to Angie, but it suited her slim frame. She would make a big deal on a night out when she wore a special bra which gave her a cleavage and I loved that about her. She was always fun to be around and had been very protective of Angie when I had come into the family. Now, eight years on, I felt accepted and relaxed around her and loved being in her company.
It had been a long, stressful day and I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
There was someone in the room. I was just about awake but enough to know that there was someone in the bedroom. I was on my side with my back to the door. I lay there, eyes open, listening. I felt a hand on my thigh, soft, stroking. It moved up to the bottom of my shorts and stopped. Then I was aware of a warm body getting into the bed beside me. It spooned me, the hand moving up and round to my chest. Hot breath on my neck.
"Sean," Karen whispered, "are you awake?"
"Yes," I whispered back, not daring to move. "What are you doing?"
"Paul's out for the count and I couldn't sleep," she said. "I didn't think you'd mind if I joined you."
Her hand slid back down and around to my arse, fondling my buttocks. I felt her tongue on my neck, gently licking behind my ear. I froze as she ran her fingers up inside the leg of my shorts, caressing my skin and moving around to the front. Her fingers grazed my balls and touched the base of my cock. They stopped moving. I was rock hard.
Her tongue was now licking my neck, her lips then sucking and nibbling my ear. Her hand came back out from the leg of my shorts and her fingers began to trace along the waistband. They got to my belly button and stopped. The only sound was Karen's hot breath. I hadn't breathed for several minutes.
She lifted her head and slid her tongue inside my ear. I moaned, quietly, pushing my buttocks back into her lap. She slid her hand inside my shorts, tracing them down to the base of my cock, then running her nails up the length of my shaft.
"Mmm," she whispered, "That feels nice."
She wrapped her hand around the shaft and began to stroke up and down, very slowly.
She pressed different fingertips at different times, caressing and rubbing my cock, running her thumb over the top to use my pre-cum for lubricant. I moaned again.
