An odd series of coincidences brought me one of the most taboo and memorable sexual experiences of my life.
I have been married for many years to a woman who has suffered a diminishing sex drive. We have consulted doctors and counselors but nothing seems to help. Sex has no importance to her and it is a chore to oblige me. This has left me with a level of frustration that more than a few married folk are familiar with.
Recently I was visiting my sister who had just recently separated from her husband of over 25 years. During my visit, I discovered that she was suffering the same malady. Terminal sexual frustration. She told me she could count on her fingers the number of times she and her estranged husband screwed during their marriage.
One evening she came home from work with a headache to beat the band. I asked if she wanted a neck rub, and she tentatively agreed. I assured her that I would not hurt her much, but if tension was the cause of her pain, I could get rid of it. She agreed and we moved to her bedroom and she turned on the news while I gathered the oil and towels to administer the treatment.
When I walked into the bedroom, she was already on the bed with her night gown on and was listening to the local weather report. I immediately set to work and using deep muscle techniques I have developed over the years, I began to de-knot her neck. The moans and sighs told me that I was getting the job done. Working in special areas near the top of the neck, I managed to get the muscles to relax and her headache melted away like a popsicle on a hot summer day.
I noticed that her knotted muscles extended into her shoulders and I began to work my way down. Not wanting to grease up her night dress I pulled the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. Oddly enough this didn't seem unusual at all. we talked about how the problems of her day had brought on this tension. During the discussion, I continued to rub and work the knots out of her shoulders and upper back. I sent an exploratory hand down her spine and discovered that the muscles along her backbone were wound up like the rubber band on a toy airplane.
"Sis, we're gong to have to get rid of those knots or what you suffered today will just come back again and again." She asked me what she needed to do and I told her that we need to get her clothes off at least to her waist.
I rolled up the towels and placed one on each side of her chest as she raised up and I pulled her night gown to just above her ample back side. It took me almost an hour to work out the knots put there by years of frustration and tension and I was sure she would be sore the following morning.
As I worked closer to her lower back, I noticed her breathing pattern changing. The moans and sighs were there but they had an entirely different sound. Coupled with her hip gyrations, I quickly realized that she was becoming excited and just may achieve climax without any real sexual contact.
When it became obvious that she was about to cum, I carefully reached down and stroked the back of her knee and up her left thigh. As soon as my hand touched her inner thigh about 2 inched above her knee, she grunted and ground her hips into the bed. I continued to stroke her thigh and her orgasm seemed to go on forever. When she finally stopped. She looked over her shoulder, and tried to apologize for what had just happened. He face was red and while I'm sure it was partially from embarrassment, at least part of the flush was from her smashing climax.
"Sis, don't worry about a thing. After over two decades of near celibacy, I guess you deserved a break." With that said, she gently moved her hand to my crotch and asked me if she could help me with my problem too. I immediately became uncomfortable, but my cock would hear nothing of being shy. Two or three gentle strokes and my shorts were growing more and more uncomfortable.
Realizing that I may not be over anxious to get romantically involved with my sister, but my dick was, she rolled onto her side, reached for the drawstring at the top of my shorts and pulled it loose. I looked down and saw a magnificent set of tits. I had always known that her chest was huge, but her tits were perfectly formed, a bit saggy, but crested with areolas the size of coffee mugs, and nipples like thimbles.