Story Code: M/F, Husband/Sister-in-law, Cyber Sex, Public Sex
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"So how are things between you and Paul now Sarah?"
"Oh...you know sis, we had seven good years and things just seem to have dried up and I'm just going to cut my losses and hit the road. I'm just glad that we didn't have kids to make things difficult."
"So what about your birthday next week, we were supposed to be going to that Italian place for the 'Early-bird' special and then to the cinema?"
"I'm still up for that, we're okay together, we still go out and have fun evenings, it's just after, when we get into bed that things go wrong!"
"Sarah...when you first met you always said that he rocked your world and that he was great in bed, he can't have changed all that much!"
"He probably hasn't...it's just me, I'm looking for more now."
"Well, where can I park next week, I don't know the area around the restaurant very well?"
"No, don't drive in, I'll get Paul to pick you up so we can have a drink and a laugh."
"What about Paul, won't he want to have a drink on your birthday as well?"
"No, he stopped drinking last January, you know that campaign they run after Christmas every year, he hasn't touched a drop in fifteen months now, he says he feels better but he's not the same anymore."
I ended the conversation with my sister at that point, my train was approaching a tunnel and once on the other side of Linslade Tunnel there would be no reception from my provider for ten miles, it was the only drawback to my telephone service provider, they worked on the Pareto Principal, by only having towers in big cities, they reached eighty percent of the population of other providers for just twenty percent of the cost. I got a cheap deal but didn't get coverage in the countryside.
Sarah and Paul had been together for ten years and married for seven. I was their maid of honor at their wedding, two years younger than Sarah...and many say...prettier too. My sister had always been more into sex than me, while she had collected scalps from as early as she could, I was happy to just have one steady boyfriend, well, I say steady, Gavin lives in Edinborough and we only meet up five or six times a year and even then we don't always have sex together when we meet.
Gavin being in Edinborough was the reason that when I took my sister out for her birthday treat in seven days time there would only be three of us, me, Sarah and Paul. I was paying for the meal and Paul was paying for the cinema and Sarah, her job was to be the birthday girl!
On Sarah's birthday I left work early, took my shower and dressed in my new little black dress. Sarah had set the theme for her thirty-first birthday and it was Bugsy Malone. When Sarah was thirteen she plied 'Tallulah' in a jazz choreographed show, I was in the chorus and danced in a little black dress, our hairstyles were elaborate, our long hair piled up on top of our heads. Sarah had worn a red sheath dress with a thigh-high split up the left hand side for her role. I'd bought the dress as soon as Sarah told me of her plan. I'd bought the dress but hadn't put it on before and now, standing there piling my hair up high on my head I realised that my bra cups showed over the top of the dress' neckline so I had to take it off and my thirty-four inch 'D' cup breasts really did need support but I didn't have the time to buy or borrow a shelf bra.
Paul turned up bang on time to collect me, he worked a mile from where I lived. Paul gave me a wolf whistle as I walked down the stairs, bouncing all the way to the pavement. I got in his car and his eyes stood out on stalks as he saw my stocking tops pop into view. "Hell Dawn, you look sexy tonight!"
"Thanks, how about Sarah, what does her dress look like?"
"Don't know, she hasn't shown me how she's going to dress tonight."
"Why not, you'll see as soon as you pick her up!"
"I'm not picking her up, she's meeting us at the restaurant, I won't see how she's dressed until we get there."
"Is she going to be there already?"
"Yes, I think she may already be there actually."
We pulled up at the restaurant at six thirty, my sister had already had a few drinks, just like when she was thirteen years old and on stage, she was wearing a sheath dress with a massive split up the side. The only difference in the way she looked was, when she was thirteen, she had dance tights on under her dress, today she had stockings and suspenders on. I was wearing hold up stockings but they weren't nearly as effective as Sarah's stockings and suspender belt, because of the slit, one of the garter straps was on display when she walked along.
I had used makeup similar to how I had done it way back for my stage performance while Sarah had really gone to town on her colouring, she was 'Tallulah-plus' tonight.
The meal went well, it was a very pleasant and amenable start to the evening. After dinner, Paul was paying for the cinema but Sarah was choosing which screen we were going to go to, which film we were going to watch.
Sarah chose a film that had an adult rating which was unusual, out of ten screens at the cinema, eight were suitable and rated for young children and one was rated twelve or over while the one we watched was an over eighteen's film.
Sarah sat in the middle seat, Paul on the right and I was on her left. The film was almost two hours long, no real story line, just soft porn from start to finish. I wasn't a prude or anything, I enjoyed watching porn with my boyfriend as a prelude to sex but sitting in a theatre with my sister and her husband...it was a little heavy, especially with me and my sister dressed like hookers.
I looked around the cinema, there were forty men and two women in the auditorium. I could see men openly masturbating as they watched the action on screen, I also saw seat hopping, men moving around the inside of the room, either watching other men wanking themselves or offering to give them a hand. Several were sniffing around Sarah and me but because I was sitting by the aisle and Paul was on the other side of Sarah we weren't open to approach.
There was a scene where a couple have sex in a car, not because they didn't have a room to go to but because they wanted people to watch them, 'Dogging' if you will. Sarah leaned over and whispered in my ear, "When was the last time you had sex in the back of a car?"
"At your wedding, as maid of honour, I had to look after the best man so we did the nasty in the back of his car in the car park behind the bar that you had your reception in."
"Paul loves car sex...me...not so much. If we were on better terms, I'd come with him to take you home after the film and we'd do it in the car park behind the shopping centre near your flat, Paul knows the spots that aren't covered by CCTV cameras."
I dug Sarah in the ribs, "You're a dirty cow Sar...wait a minute, what do mean, 'I'd come with him', aren't you coming with Paul to drop me off?"
"No, as soon as this film ends I'm going to drop the bombshell that my friends from work are waiting for me at the 'Slutty Fox' for a birthday drink and dance and that he isn't invited."
We watched a little more of the film, the woman having sex in the car wound down the window and reached out to give a voyeur watching them a hand-job.
