The day after my family and I returned from Las Vegas, I sent my oldest daughter off to school, my wife went to work, and I stayed home with my two younger daughters. Mondays were my typical day off from work, so it was nice to have a day to relax, unpack, and put things away from the trip.
I was debating most of the morning about messaging Jessica. But what to say? And what if Jack saw it? I thought about different ways to get in contact with her or finding out some way to see what Jack could see of hers, but before I could figure it out, Jessica sent me a message on Facebook.
"Hey, what is your work schedule like? Just trying to figure out when is a safe time to contact you," the message read. I sent her back a message with my work schedule and told her pretty much any time was a good time to message me. I said I was worried about contacting her and Jack finding out.
"No text messages. He reads all of those. But he doesn't have access to my Facebook, and I delete them ASAP anyway. As long as it's during the day, I'll find some time to respond. I can't make the same promise after I leave work, however," she said back.
"Are you sure about this? I enjoyed the weekend, but I don't want us to get caught," I asked her.
"Yes, I am. I would like at least one more time with you. But if you don't want to, I understand," she said. I told her I did want more, and she said, "So, I guess we just have to figure out when."
I told her I couldn't wait, and we spent the rest of the day talking about different scenarios to get us alone. Early that afternoon, I received a text from Kourtney, my wife's sister.
"Hey, so I know you slept with Jessica over the weekend. And I know that you were checking me out in the hot tub. So, I just want to know...when is my turn? Or do I need to tell my sister?" The text said.
I responded back, "No need to tell anybody because you're right on both accounts. I just want to know two things. Why do you want to cheat on your husband? And when?"
Kourtney texted back to say, "I have a very high sex drive. And Gary can't keep up with it. He has low testosterone and a low libido. He knows this, and we've kind of come to terms with it. I get to sleep around, and he gets me to take care of him. I still love him very much, so I won't leave him. But I do things like this to keep myself happy."
None of that surprised me about Gary. For the nearly eight years that they've been married, I think he's been unemployed for half of them. They live with Kourtney and my wife's parents in their basement, and he's usually sitting on his couch playing video games. I texted back to say, "Damn, so I'm not the first?"
She laughed in her text as she said, "Nope. Well, first in the family. So, what are your plans this weekend? Maybe I can help get Kathy and the kids out of the house."
I told her that I had inventory that Saturday, plus two of my kids had soccer games, but I wasn't sure about plans after that. She told me not to make any plans but to stay home, and she'd figure out the rest.
A few days later, my wife told me that after our daughter's soccer games, her mom had invited them to some kid event in another city. Kourtney was going to go with them, and I was free to do some yard work, like I told her I was hoping to do.
I wasn't sure how Kourtney was going to end up at my house, but I figured it out when my wife texted me Saturday morning to tell me that Kourtney had other plans come up, wasn't going with them, and her dad was instead. I texted Kourtney to ask what her other plans were, and she simply said, "You."
After inventory ended, the soccer games were done, and I helped my wife change the kids and sent them off. I was left waiting at my house for Kourtney. My dick was starting to grow in my pants as I thought about her, remembering the swimsuit she had on the previous weekend and the other views of her body I had seen.
I thought back to before my wife and I were married and we were at her parents house. We are members of the LDS church, and it was a general conference weekend. General conference is where all the leaders of the church come together in Salt Lake City and, over the course of two days and five two-hour sessions, talk to the members of the church. The majority of us just stay home and watch it on TV.
Kourtney, at the time, was nineteen years old, fresh out of high school, and still a believer in the church. Her and Jack, her older brother, had gotten tickets to the morning session of the conference, while everybody else in the family stayed home to watch it.
I was down in the basement, sitting in a chair with my future wife, when Kourtney and Jack came home. Kourtney's bedroom was in the basement, and when she came downstairs, for some reason, she pulled her dress off over her head that she wore to conference and threw it in the laundry room before going into her room. She didn't see me and Kathy sitting there, but I did see her body in just her bra and panties.
I was thinking of that when she knocked on the door before letting herself inside. I greeted her at the top of the stairs as she came up them, and she gave me a quick hug.
Kourtney was nearly six feet tall, with black hair going down her back, almost to her butt, and tan skin, thanks to her Native American ancestry. Did I mention that she was adopted? She ran cross country in high school and kept her athletic body afterwards, playing rugby and ultimate frisbee during her twenties. Out of the three sisters in the family, she definitely had the best body and knew how to dress fashionable. But, today, she just had on a pair of black leggings and a red and teal long-sleeve shirt. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
As she sat down in the living room, she said, "So, why are you cheating on my sister?"
I laughed and said, "Because I'm an idiot? I don't know. I like sex."
"Have you ever fantasized about me?" I told her I had, and she said, "Good, because I've fantasized about you. Now, let me see that cock that Jessica was bragging about."
Kourtney stood up from the couch and walked towards where I was sitting. She kneeled on the floor in front of me and reached forward. I lifted my butt off the seat as she pulled my pants and underwear down, and my semi-hard cock flopped out.
Kourtney wrapped her hand around me, rubbing my shaft up and down, and pulled it towards her mouth. She held my cock straight up, stuck out her tongue, and licked from the bottom of the shaft up to my tip before wrapping her lips around my head and starting to suck on it while her hand continued to rub my shaft. I quickly grew to my full six-inch length, her fingers having to loosen their grip as I grew thicker in her hand.
Kourtney started to bob her head up and down my cock while I leaned back on the couch, enjoying the amazing feeling. After a few minutes, Kourtney let go of me and stood up. I watched as she pulled her shirt off over her head, leaving her in a tan-padded push-up bra. She had maybe a B-cup-sized chest. But my eyes were drawn to her butt as Kourtney turned around, pulled her leggings down, and shook her well-shaped ass at me. I reached out and spanked one of her exposed cheeks, watching as the black string from her thing disappeared in between her cheeks.
When she stood back up from pulling off her leggings and turned around, she said, "Am I going too fast for you? Jessica wasn't kidding about your cock."
I pulled my shirt off and kicked off my pants, holding my arms out for Kourtney as she climbed onto my lap. I started to kiss her skin around her upper body and neck and said, "How about we get these clothes off you, then we can move a little bit slower?"
"I'm just warning you; as soon as my panties are off, your cock is going in," Kourtney said, wrapping her arms around my neck, and she started to grind her hips on my lap. Still kissing her neck, I reached around her back, unhooked her bra, and pulled it down her arms. Kourtney shook it off, tossing it down to the ground, and continued to roll her hips back and forth.
I moved down to her breasts, noting that they were the same tan skin color as the rest of her body. I had always wondered about them. I took them both in my palms, squeezing them, before leaning forward and licking her right nipple, taking it in my mouth and sucking it while I rubbed her left nipple in my fingers.
I kissed her to her left breast, giving that nipple the same treatment before I heard Kourtney say, "Fuck it, I need you in me."
