My Friend & Lover My Sister-in-Law

My Friend & Lover, My Sister-in-law

Love at first sight the first time they meet, a secret and forbidden love story for the ages, Leonardo, the brother-in-law, falls deeply in love with his sister-in-law, Victoria.

My name is Leonardo, rather than think of me as the leader of the Ninja Turtles, everyone calls me Leo. I've been married to Julianna for seven, happy years. Instead of thinking of her as Julianna Margulies, everyone calls her Julie.

As happy as we could be, a match made in heaven, we dated for three, sexually passionate years before we married. I not only love my wife but, even after all of these years, I'm in love with her. I've never cheated on her nor have I ever thought about having an extramarital affair.

To quote the late, great Paul Newman when referring to his wife, Joan Woodward, a real beauty, "Why go out for hamburger when you have steak at home?"

That's how I feel about Julianna. She's my filet mignon when compared to ground beef of other women.

# # #

"I love you, Julie," I said every morning and every night, and meant it while giving her a kiss.

No one, absolutely, no one, compared to Julianna. Whenever I'm with her, paying all of my attention to my wife, as if I have blinders on, I'm blind to all other women. Whenever I'm with her, I have tunnel vision, and no one else exists but her. Something against my grain and that rubs me the wrong way, my only complaint, and a real issue, is that she doesn't want children. She told me that before we married, but I thought that I could change her mind.

"Seriously? You don't want children? Not even just one," I asked?

Not understanding her not wanting children, I looked at her as if there was something wrong with her. What woman doesn't want children? Yet, surprisingly, more women today don't want to take the time and carry the responsibility of raising kids.

I've always wanted a son to throw the ball around and, later, to watch football while drinking a beer. I'd love for her to have a daughter to play dress up, spoil, and watch her walk down the stairs to attend her prom. Two children is all that I ask of her for us to make a happy family. When I grow older, I'd love to have grandchildren around to help me carry things, fix things, and/or drive me to my doctor appointments.

Only, sadly, she won't budge. With it really her decision, she doesn't want children. How could someone so beautiful not want a daughter who looks like or a son who looks like me? I wished she'd relent but, for the present time, while hoping she'd change her mind, her career is more important to her than being a mom.

"I'm sorry, Leo, but I don't want children. I'd rather concentrate on my career," she said every time I asked her about having children. "I want to travel. I want to do things that we can't do when we're burdened with children to care for and raise," she said.

# # #

Julianna is beautiful. She's 5' 8" tall, has long, dark brown hair, and is as sexy as she's shapely. She has deep, brown eyes, and C cup, shapely breasts with symmetrical dark pink areolas, and big, pink nipples. She has long, shapely legs, and a round, tight ass. My perfect woman, my best friend, my lover, and my wife, I bless the day that I met her ten-years ago, and married her seven-years-ago.

Yet, as if cursing me or daring me to make a misstep in my marriage, perhaps, jealous of our happiness together, my friends warned me about the seven-year-itch. Interestingly enough, I remember a movie called, 'The Seven Year Itch' back in the 50's. Marilyn Monroe played the part as the Girl, a woman without a name, and Tom Ewell, played Richard Sherman, the part of the man in love with her.

An interesting side note, I remember Allen Sherman, a comedian and songwriter who wrote the song, "Hello Mother, Hello Father."

Too funny to forget, below are the lyrics to his song.

"Hello mother, hello father

Here I am at Camp Granada

Camp is very entertaining

And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining

I went hiking with Joe Spivey

He developed poison ivy

You remember Lennard Skinard

He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner

All the counselors hate the waiters

And the lake has alligators

And the head coach wants no sissies

So, he reads to us from something called Ulysses'

Now, I don't want this should scare ya

But my bunkmate has malaria

You remember Jeffrey Hardy

They're about to organize a searching party

Take me home, oh mother, father

Take me home, I hate Granada

Don' leave me out in the forest

Where I might get eaten by a bear

Take me home, I promise I will not make noise

Or mess the house with other boys

Oh, please don't make me stay

I've been here one whole day

Dearest father, darling mother

How's my precious little brother

Let me come home if you miss me

I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me

Wait a minute, it stopped hailing

Guys are swimming, guys are sailing

Playing baseball, gee that's better

Mother, father, kindly disregard this letter"

# # #

If I'm not mistaken, something that no one could ever forget, 'The Seven Year Itch' was the movie when Marilyn was standing on a subway grate and a train passed by beneath her. A famous scene, the train blew up enough air to blow and billow up her white dress to her waist to flash her admiring neighbor her white panties. Something shocking in 1955, an image recaptured in statues, pictures, posters, and in paintings, everyone saw Marilyn Monroe's white panties.

At the time in 1955, that was a hot movie. The film was about a happily married man, who was married for seven years, and who fell in love with his sexy, blonde bombshell neighbor. I mean, seriously, who wouldn't fall in love with Marilyn Monroe, especially if she was your next door neighbor and you continually borrowed sugar, milk, bread, and a cigarette from her every day?

If she lived next door to me, I imagine knocking on her door repeatedly and continually. I imagine her just getting out of the shower and her sexy and shapely body wrapped in a towel.

'Oh, how I wish that I was her towel,' I thought when she opened her door.

Unable to stop staring, I stared at her as if she was naked.

"I'm sorry to bother you," I imagined saying to Marilyn Monroe.

I imagined her putting her hand on her hip.

"What do you need now," I imagined her asking?

I imagined undressing her with my eyes while hoping that her towel would fall.

"I need a towel," I imagined saying. "The one that you're wearing will do just fine."

It was so rude of her to slam her door in my face.

# # #

"Julianna and Leonardo, this is my wife, Victoria," said my brother-in-law Julio when formally introducing his new bride to his sister and introducing her to me for the first time.

As the story title foretold, I had contracted the seven year itch. With me not attracted to anyone else and, again, having never cheated on my wife, I never paid any mind to that saying about the curse of the seven year itch, that is, until I met my sexy sister-in-law, Victoria. I couldn't stop looking at her. Never have I seen a woman as beautiful.

'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'Forget about Marilyn Monroe, way better looking than any movie star, my sister-in-law is stunningly beautiful. How in the Hell did my average looking brother-in-law land her? He doesn't even have any money.'

Unable to remove my eyes from her beautiful face, and her statuesque and shapely body all that I could do was stare. While wondering if I was dreaming, I dared myself to touch her to see if she was real. Yet, while wishing that I could, I controlled myself from taking her in my arms and groping her in front of her husband and in front of my wife. Instead, I took a big breath to relax me. Then, the innocently polite thing to do, I reached out and offered her my hand to shake.

# # #

"I'm pleased to meet you, Victoria," I said.

She smiled. If she wasn't beautiful enough, she was even more beautiful when she smiled.

"How do you do," she asked in her manner of politeness?

Never washing my hand again, she took my big hand in her soft and warm hand and wrapped her delicate fingers around it. As soon as she touched my hand with her manicured fingertips, as if plugged into an electrical outlet, a charge of sudden electricity warmed my heart, electrified my brain, and hardened my cock. Not even when touching Julianna's hand, have I received such a feeling by just touching someone's hand. I couldn't imagine what it would feel like if I touched her naked breast, her naked ass, or her naked pussy.

'I'd be on fire,' I thought.

Berating myself for not taking her in my arms and hugging her, I couldn't help but wonder what Victoria's hand would feel like when wrapped around my naked, erect prick while stroking me to a bigger and harder erection. I'd love her to give me a hand job while making out with her. Already imagining her in her short, sheer, sexy, low-cut night-gown with nothing underneath, my eyes bulged out of my head with forbidden, lustful desire for my sister-in-law.

If Victoria looked this good, I wondered what her mother looked like. I wondered if she had any sisters. My mouth fell open when I envisioned us on our honeymoon.

# # #

I stared at her in the way that I've never stared at another woman, not even my wife, while visualizing her making out with me and having sex with me. With my brain on overdrive, my other brain throbbed and pulsated in my pants while continuing to grow bigger and harder for the imagined touch of her. All of this happened within seconds of meeting her. As if she was meant to be my lifelong, forever person, never have I had such a reaction when meeting a woman for the first time.

Something that I've never done with any woman before, as if she was the only woman on earth and I was the last man standing, with me so taken with her, I could not stop staring at her. Undressing her with my horny eyes, I imagined her in a short, sheer, low-cut nightgown. I imagined waking up with her every morning and going to bed with her every night.

Unbuttoning and removing her blouse and her short skirt, I imagined her in her bra and panties. Then, unhooking and removing her brassiere I imagined her topless. God help me, finally, slowly pushing down her panties over her shapely ass, I imagined her naked. Lastly, pushing her back on the bed, I imagined having forbidden sex with my sexy sister-in-law.

As if I was suddenly the Spanish Legend of Don Jaun reincarnated, or Zorro as the Count of Monte Cristo, in the Count of Monte Cristo, and ready to protect her with my sword, I stared at her with romance in my heart and lust in my eyes. As if I was Omar Sharif as Yuri as Doctor Zhivago, in Doctor Zhivago, and she was Julie Christie as Lara, I visualized making slow and sweet, passionate love to her.

Then, something that I needed to know; I wondered if she wanted children. I imagined filling her belly with a baby. I imagined impregnating her and giving her two babies, a boy for me and a girl for her. I imagined how much happier I'd be with Victoria instead of with Julianna.

"Julianna doesn't want children," I said while looking over at my wife while nodding my head. "Do you want children," I asked Victoria?

She gave me a big smile.

"I'd love to have children, three children, a boy and two girls," she said with a happy laugh.

# # #

Instead of professing my undying love for her, I leaned into her and kissed her on her cheek. I wanted to kiss her on her lips. I wanted to part her lips with my tongue and French kiss her while reaching around her to feel her shapely ass through her short dress and panties.

I wished she'd turn her head and kiss me on my lips. Daring myself to do so, if she did turn her head, I wondered if I'd kiss her on the lips, part her lips with my tongue, and French kiss her in front of my wife and in front of her husband. I could only imagine what it must feel like to make out with her.

'What's gotten over me? Get a hold of yourself and stop this nonsense before someone notices,' I thought. 'You're embarrassing yourself.'

Yet, I felt like a proper gentleman kissing a lady on the cheek as if I was a character in Downton Abbey instead of the perversely perverted man that I was and the cheating rogue that I hoped to soon become. I wanted to make out with her while touching her and feeling her everywhere through her clothes before slowly undressing her. I'd love to slowly undress her and strip my sister-in-law naked.

Never have I seen a woman as beautiful as Victoria. Never have I seen a woman as sexy and as shapely as my sister-in-law. As if my wife wasn't even there, never have I had such a deep and immediate reaction to seeing another woman.

Again, I undressed her with my eyes. With my mind running away with my thoughts, again, unable to stop myself from wondering, I wondered what she looked like in a sheer, sexy, low-cut nightgown. I wondered what she looked like in her bra and panties. I wondered what she looked like topless. I wondered what she looked like naked.

Again, all of this flashed through my mind in seconds. I wondered what it felt like to kiss her, touch her, hold her, and to make passionate love to her before fucking her fast and hard enough to give her an orgasm. I wondered what it felt like to make love to her. I wondered what it felt like to fuck her. I wondered what she looked like and sounded like when having an orgasm.

# # #

As soon as I leaned into her, making me dizzy with my sudden and immediate, sexual attraction to her, my nose was filled with the sweet, fresh, and fragrant fragrance of jasmine, orange blossom, and citrus. Weakening my knees, her perfume was intoxicating. If we weren't married to others, as if I was the bachelor on The Bachelor television show, I would have immediately fallen to my knees and proposed marriage to her.

'Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me, Victoria,' I thought?

For her perfume to have such an immediate effect on me, it had to be French. It must be expensive. I not only wanted to kiss her but also, something that I've never even done with my wife, I wanted to lick her but not her pussy. As if she was sweet, vanilla ice cream, I wanted to lick her beautiful face.

Daring to ask her, but needing to know so that I could buy it for Julianna, I asked her.

"What scent are you wearing," I asked? "I love it," I said. "It's an intoxicating fragrance."

She smiled as if I had complimented her, and certainly, I had. I saw out of the corner of my eye that my wife gave me a look and made a face.

"Chanel, Coco Mademoiselle," she said with a smile while holding her wrist up to my nose.

'I wished she'd hold more than just her wrist up to my nose,' I thought.

She gave me a smile that weakened my knees again. If she wasn't beautiful enough before, when she smiled, she was even more beautiful. With my wife already making a face and giving me a look, careful for Julianna not to catch me staring at her, I looked away from her to smile at my wife.

# # #

Overwhelmed by her, an uncontrollable urge, and something that I never wanted to do to a woman that I first met, I wanted to kiss her on her mouth. I wanted to part her lips with my tongue and French kiss her and continue making out with her. I wanted to take her in my arms and touch and feel her everywhere that a brother-in-law should never kiss, touch, and feel his sister-in-law through her clothes.

Then, as if possessed by the Devil, taking my time with her fully clothed body, I wanted to slowly undress her. I wanted to unbutton her blouse one slow button at a time and look to see what each unbuttoned button revealed before unbuttoning the next button. Once her blouse was all unbuttoned, as if a curtain at a striptease show, I wanted to slowly open it to reveal her sexy low-cut bra. Then, I wanted to remove her blouse.

I wanted to touch and feel her breasts through her bra. Then, I wanted to kiss her breasts through her bra while fingering her erecting nipples and sucking on her bra clad breasts. Finally, I wanted to reach around her and unhook her bra.

As if her naked breasts was an expensive Christmas gift wrapped for me, I wanted to slowly remove her bra straps from her shoulders and her arms from her bra straps. With her holding her bra cups in place with her hands, I'd want her to remove one bra cup before removing the other bra cup. Then, as if there was a drumroll of sexual anticipation going off in my head and she was a stripper about to dance around a pole topless to music, I wanted to watch her remove her bra.

'Show me your tits,' I wondered if she would, if I asked her nicely. 'Please, show me your tits, Vicky.'

If that wasn't enough, I wanted to unbutton and unzip her short skirt. Ever so slowly, I wanted to remove her skirt to see her panties. I wanted to stare at all that I could see of her naked pussy through her panties. I imagined staring at her pussy mound, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and all that I could see of her blonde, bushy, trimmed, or shaved pussy.

Not wanting to stop with removing her blouse and skirt, I wanted to remove her underwear. I wanted to strip her naked. Taking my time to enjoy every inch of her beautiful body, I wanted to have my wicked sexual way with her naked body. I wanted to make myself comfortable between her long and shapely legs and inhale her. Then, I wanted to finger her while licking her. Masturbating her, I wanted to give her an orgasm with my fingers and with my tongue.

'Leo! Leo,' I imagined her saying. 'Don't stop fingering me. Don't stop licking me. Finger my clit faster. Lick my clit harder. Finger fuck me deeper. I'm cumming Leo. I'm cumming,' I imagine her saying while falling silent to enjoy the afterglow of sex.

Then, after giving her time to recover, I wanted to mount her. I wanted to French kiss her. I wanted to make sweet, passionate love to her before fucking her fast enough and hard enough to give her another orgasm, this time with my cock. Then, I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her fast and hard enough to give her a third orgasm. Not only that, I wanted to cum in her pussy. I wanted to make her pregnant. I wanted to give her my child.

# # #

"I'm pleased to meet you, Victoria," I said instead when I wanted to say, "I love you."

As if she was the Queen of England, and I was her king, King Leonardo, I loved saying her name. Victoria. Victoria. Victoria. Vicky if only in my mind. As if she Veronica Lodge, and was my very own comic book character in Archie's comics, I wanted to marry her.

Only, with her already married and me married, too, my sudden, deep, and permanent attraction to her was nothing more than a masturbation fantasy. Without doubt, while imagining her naked and having sex with her, I'll be masturbating over her later tonight, tomorrow morning, and every day thereafter. With her living in the same three-family house but on the third floor, I looked forward to interacting with her every day.

"Welcome to the family," I said while giving her a big smile.

Instead, as if I was a deadly spider, I wanted to say, welcome to my web. Yet, it wasn't the male spiders that the female spiders needed to fear. It was the female spiders that killed and ate the male spiders. Right now, Victoria was killing me with forbidden, lustful desire. I'd do anything to take her in my arms and kiss her, to part her lips with my tongue, and to reach down behind her to feel, squeeze, and slap her shapely backside.

"I'm sorry that I missed your wedding but I was working out of state," I said while secretly glad that I hadn't watched her marry someone else.

Suddenly, I thought of the movie, The Graduate, with Dustin Hoffman as Ben Braddock, Anne Bancroft as Mrs. Robinson, and Katherine Ross as Elaine Robinson. I remembered how much he was in love with Elaine and wanted to marry her. I remembered the scene when Benjamin interrupted her wedding at the very last second before she took her vow and said I do.