I was hanging out with my brother-in-law, John, while my wife, Jessica, and her sister, Sara, were out shopping. We had a few beers and then, as we usually did, we moved on to some harder stuff, rum. We were just shooting the shit on the back porch and talking. We usually talk about how much our wives are pissing us off. Eventually, we started talking about getting a guy's trip together. I love to watch videos on the internet through YouTube or TikTok and, in most of my conversations, I reference one or two videos I've seen. Yes, I'm that guy. Usually they are in reference to music, comedy, movies, or some random thing I saw that pertains to what the current conversation is about. This afternoon, we were kicking around the idea of a guy's trip to Europe, maybe Oktoberfest. I brought up a TikTok video that I had seen about something travel related in Germany. I had my phone out and I remembered that I had pictures of my last trip to Europe with Jessica on my phone in the Google Photos app. I showed him a few pictures of some of the places we stayed, some pictures of some food we ate, and other things like statues and artwork we saw. My John and Sara had recently been to Amsterdam and he wanted to show me some pictures they took on their trip. Similarly, John had pictures on his phone of his trip with my sister-in-law to Amsterdam.
John was swiping through his pictures looking for the Amsterdam photos and he accidentally swiped past a picture of Sara splayed out on a bed somewhere. She was sitting on the edge of the bed naked with her legs spread! John quickly swiped on past the picture without saying a word. Luckily, I took a mental picture of his picture and stored it in my spank bank for full review. I'm guessing he was hoping I didn't see or hoping that the picture went by so fast that I didn't know what I saw because he didn't say a word. John found the pictures and started talking about their trip, but I was in deep thought about Sara's naked body and making sure I burned that image into my memory.
Sara is fairly tall. She is probably around 5' 11". I don't think she is 6' tall. I already knew that she had more curves around her ass and thighs than her tits. Before I saw her naked in the picture, I would have guessed she had B cup sized breasts. I've seen her in bathing suits many times before and I've done a full inspection of her womanly figure. In this picture she was sort of reclined back on her elbows on the bed and her tits looked a little bit fuller than I previously estimated. Her back was arched, pushing her breasts up and out. The picture did slide by fast, so maybe I didn't see what I thought I saw. It could have just been wishful thinking.
The focal point of the picture was framed by her long legs, spread wide. Her pussy was on full, unabashed display. I thought Sara is somewhat shy, so this type of openness was not something I expected to see, even in private. It was so graphic that I really felt I had done something wrong seeing the picture. It wasn't a nipple slip or a picture of her ass. This was full on pornography. It wasn't like a porn star photo, but it was beautifully sexy in a raw kind of way. I don't know if I felt this way because it was Sara's pussy, or because it was such an intimate picture that I accidentally stole from Sara and John. Seeing Sara on display like that gave me an exhilarating feeling of raw perverseness.
Sara's hips were sort of tilted forward, so I couldn't really see her asshole. Just above her slit was a thick brown bush. It was in the shape of a large triangle pointing at the top of her slit. Sara had blonde hair, so the carpet didn't match the drapes, just like my wife's bush. She had removed all the hair around her pussy. The skin where her legs met her pussy was somewhat red and looked a bit irritated. Maybe she had just shaved that area.
My mind was racing as John showed the Amsterdam pictures and told me stories about each one. My dick was hard as stone while I sat there pretending to pay attention to John's stories. When he was finished, I made a few comments about the parts I did hear and then I excused myself to "take a piss." I awkwardly stood up and walked back into the house and into the guest bathroom trying to hide my hard on the entire way. Once I got in the bathroom, I immediately whipped out my dick and started beating it. I was as horny as fuck. There was a urgency in my loins that I couldn't ignore. With each stroke of my dick I conjured up parts of the image and questions about the picture. I wonder if John had fucked her right after that picture. I wondered if he had dropped a load into her raw and wet snatch. Had he deposited globs of his spunk on those pussy lips? As I frantically stroked my dick, I pictured positioning myself between her legs and rubbing the head of my dick against her pussy; using my thumb to rub her clit. I imagined slowly burying my dick in her wet pussy and those raw pussy lips grabbing my dick as I went deeper and deeper. That put me over the edge and I shot my load into the guest bathroom toilet. An animalistic grunt rose out out of my chest and turned into a sigh of relief as I felt my dick spasm. Sara's pussy was successfully burned into my mind forever.
I stood over the toilet waiting for my hard on to subside. I rubbed the sensitive underside of the tip of my dick. That usually helps me deflate faster after I've cum. Once my dick was no longer at attention, I did need to piss. I leaned over the toilet and took a piss just like I told John I was going to do. After washing my hands, I headed back out to the deck where John was sitting with new glasses of rum for us.
I sat down in the chair beside him and started to talk about the Europe vacation again. This time he was not paying attention to me, and I soon realized this was a one sided conversation.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked.
John didn't answer immediately. He continued to stare off into the distance, looking through the back windows of his house into the kitchen.
"Did you just jerk off in my bathroom?" asked John, rubbing the back of his neck and turning to look at me. "You were in there a long time to just take a piss, and I think you saw a picture of Sara on my phone when I was scrolling through my picture album."
I didn't know what to say. I had been caught almost red handed. John was looking directly at me waiting for an answer. I knew that anything I made up would sound like a lie and he would see it on my face.
"John, I don't know what to say."
"Just tell me yes or no."
"Uhhh.....yes. I couldn't stop myself. I saw that picture for a brief moment, and I couldn't not see it. It is really your fault for having it on your phone and not remembering. I didn't steal that picture. You showed it to me. It wasn't like you showed me a picture of her boob. It was her spread eagle on the bed! That is hard to unsee."
"Sara is your sister-in-law. How could that picture turn you on so much you had to immediately go beat off in my bathroom?"
"Yea, she is my sister-in-law, but what would you do if I pulled out a picture of Jessica with her pussy on display like that? I don't know if Jessica is your type, but I know that she is super hot by most guy's standards and getting to see your sister-in-law naked is probably something you wouldn't pass up. Don't act like you are better than me. Remember, you showed that picture to me. Besides, I know that you have already seen Jessica naked in real life last summer when she jumped off the diving board and didn't know part of her top had fallen down. She walked right out of the pool with her boob out and you didn't say anything. You just sat there and watched."
"She wasn't naked. It was only her right tit! I didn't know what to say! What would you say? 'Hey, Jessica, I can see your tit!' It was an extremely awkward situation since she is my sister-in-law."
"Jessica's tits are larger than Sara's. You got the better show!"
"Oh, so you did get a good look at that picture. I'm guessing it is firmly committed to your memory now."
"I'm guessing that Jessica's right boob has a spot in your spank bank, too! John, I think we can both agree on one thing, we have hot wives. Yes, I've seen
a lot
more of your wife than you have seen of mine, but I think we can both say our wives are hot."
Hearing John talk about seeing Jessica's boob that time made me a little bit horny. I could feel some pressure in my crotch.
"Fuck, you saw Sara in a very compromising position."
"Does she send you pictures like that a lot?"
"I took that picture when we were in Amsterdam, actually."
"I noticed her hair was wet. Did she just get out of the shower or had she been in a pool?"
