After tasting the forbidden fruit of Karin, my sister in law, I was mildly obsessed with her. I looked for any opportunity to travel to Cincinnati to be near her. My brother was always happy to welcome me to stay at their house, oblivious to the fact that his wife was my favorite lover, and always in my fantasies. Yeah, I felt guilty at first, but he paid so little attention to her, I told myself that I was taking nothing that he wanted. Watching her around her family, all I could see was the sexually provocative woman beneath her everyday persona of innocent churchgoing housewife that everybody else saw in her.
But beneath her conservative skirts and blouses, I pictured the silky thongs, lacy boy shorts, and sheer bras we'd shopped for at Victoria's Secret when we'd slipped away one afternoon.
Occasionally she'd catch me eyeing her, and slip a little peek for me. Her natural bush filling the sexy underthings, a nipple peeking out of a pink bra cup. Viagra? Didn't need it, a shy smile from the curvy blonde kept me hard.
I had made two trips recently, with short visits to their house during which I was unable to find even a minute alone with Karin. The first time, she'd been busy with a work function. The second, she'd had a house full of kids for a party for my nephew.
As I approached the back door on an October afternoon, my heart was once again hammering. I desired her so much that I sped up the drive, and hurried into the house through the garage. There she was, dressed in a slim navy skirt, a crisp white blouse, stockings and heels. As I entered the kitchen, she was bent over the sizable island, chopping vegetables for dinner.
"Honey, I'm home!" I announced. She looked up sharply, flipping her hair from her face, beaming her usual sunny smile, then glanced towards the corner around which my brother and my nephew had a football game on TV.
I approached her with my arms out, she allowed me a quick hug. But my hands quickly took advantage, one sliding down to her firm ass, the other up her neck beneath her hair. I held her to me, and kissed her for just a second, but slid my tongue across her lips as I did.
She flushed, and I turned and walked through the kitchen towards the den, smiling back at her the whole time. She shook her head in dismay, I nodded and smiled. After greeting the men of the family, and asking if I could bring them anything, I eased back into the kitchen. Karin looked sternly at me across the island, and brandished a butcher knife as I rounded the corner.
I strolled over to the fridge and pulled out two beers. Raising an eyebrow, I opened them, and approached the sexy housewife, handing her both. She put down the knife and took them from me instinctively, and I took instant advantage, dropping to my knees, wrapping my arms around her ass, and nuzzling my face between her upper thighs. Giggling, she wiggled her hips trying to escape the illicit embrace and turned to place the beers on the island, but that only gave me the opportunity to bury my face between her cheeks. The light wool skirt slipped back and forth on whatever sheer garment encased her sweet ass.
She danced away, mouth agape, shocked and alarmed. I stood up and picked up my beer, took a long draw and smiled. I leaned close and whispered, "Relax, they're paying no attention. I've missed you so much," and handed her the other beer. We clinked bottles and drank, both keeping an eye on the corner of the room, and each other. "Karin," and I moved closer. "Karin," I was inches from her lips. "I want to taste you."
We kissed softly, her attention straying from the instinctive self-preservation of her lookout, and she sighed. "Oh Mikey, I need some of you this week." I slid down to her neck, and kissed lightly. I moved lower and gently bit her nipple through her blouse, holding the weight of her breast in my hand. I set the beer down, and knelt. Holding her by the hips, I turned her towards the island. I was hidden behind it, and now she could keep watch as I began to caress her legs. I started at her ankles and slid up, behind her knees, my thumbs now inside her thighs and my fingers spreading across them, and on up. Working higher, expecting the texture of panty hose to continue, I was surprised to find the lacy top of stockings, giving way to the smooth firm flesh of naked thighs. To the outside I found garters and the coarse lace of a belt. She had dressed for me, this was the new slutty Karin.
Her skirt now began to rise as I moved even closer to her treasure, with the hem resting on my biceps. My heart raced, I was about to discover which of the incredibly sexy Victoria's Secret ensembles she had decided to wear that day knowing that her brother in law would be visiting. I inhaled deeply, detecting the faintest scent of her arousal. Her panties must be steaming with it.
A noise from the other room startled her and she darted to her right towards the refrigerator. I slid left, where I was hidden further, and stood. My brother came around the corner, "I think I will have a beer." She reached in and handed him one, as I took a long drink and willed my heart to slow down. He sat on a stool at the island, and we conversed for a while. Karin continued on with dinner preparations. I fought the urge to follow her every move, watch the sexy sway of her full hips, the bounce of her breasts beneath the blouse. She softly bit her lip in concentration as her husband and her lover talked.
"Did Karin tell you about her new diet?" he asked.
I raised an eyebrow towards her, "Oh, funny George," she responded.
In a teasing, slightly mocking tone, he informed me that she was on a 30 day program, trying to get her "boobs to butt" ratio back.
"Hmm, well let me check them out," I kidded. She glanced my way, slightly alarmed.
"Maybe you'll have better luck..." He trailed off as she shot him a look. "Sorry," he laughed. Grabbing his beer, he headed back to the den.
She shook her head in that direction, telling me that I needed to get away from her for now, so I took my beer and followed him, but not before sliding my hand across her ass. I looked back at Karin as she smiled her big smile, and lifted a breast to me, then threw me a kiss.
Dinner was great, if too long. Karin was across the table from me, and I played footsie with her throughout the meal, but couldn't find a chance to crawl under the table and lick my way up her legs. After we'd cleared the dishes, I stayed behind in the kitchen to help clean up. I found myself alone with her as we scraped the dishes, washed the pans, and rubbed against each other almost constantly. Her nipples were so inflamed, you could see the peaks in her blouse. I was rock hard, and rubbed against her every time we crossed paths, which was constantly.
After a while, George and his boy went out to the back yard to finish up some yardwork. We could see them through the big bay window, and were alone in the house. With no danger of discovery, I grew bolder with my arousal. I waited for her to lean over the sink, and pinned her against the counter. I reached around and lifted her breasts as I nuzzled the back of her neck. I pinched her fat nipples through the blouse and her bra. The smell of her perfume made me light-headed. Slowly, I rubbed my erection between her ass cheeks. She relaxed and sighed.
Over her shoulder we could see the guys outside. They couldn't see in, and we could relax a little. Music from the kitchen radio played old Motown, and she began to move against me. I could have cum if I let myself, but I knew better than to waste one.
Karin turned to me, and clasped her hands behind my neck, swaying with the music, and moving against the bulge in my pants. She looked deep into my eyes, and read my lust. "Don't cum yet," she sang, "ooh, I think I could make you cum right in your pants, couldn't I?" She dragged her lips across mine, murmuring, "Oh Mikey, I love what you do to me. You have me making my new undies all wet and dirty. Was that your plan? Is that why you bought me all of these bras and panties, so you could steal them back? Put them in your suitcase and smell me whenever you like?"
I had to pull away, I was losing control. I wanted to cum in her, not in my shorts. I swallowed hard. She moved closer, her hands reaching for my crotch. I looked down in anticipation as her beautifully manicured fingers slowly undid my belt buckle. Her wedding ring and diamond glittered in the light as she undid the top button, and began to slowly pull down my zipper. I shifted my gaze to her face, she was lightly biting her lush lower lip, dirty blonde hair hanging across one eye. I brushed it back behind her ear, and we locked eyes.
She stopped with the zipper halfway down. We both just stood there, hearts pounding. Hard as wood, I felt the cool of my pre-cum oozing into my boxers. She lifted her right hand to her face, and sucked her finger into her mouth. Slowly, she fucked her mouth for me, in, out, then sucking hard, her cheeks collapsing. She smiled and pulled it out, dripping saliva, then pulled my zipper down and my boxers out with her left and touched the tip of my cock with her wet fingertip. Looking back up to me, she slowly rubbed across the slit a few times, then made a tiny circle around it. Around and around, then widened the pattern to spread her spit and my seepage around the head. It jerked in appreciation, swollen and purple, now shiny with the fluids.
I looked down as she slowly knelt, and pulled my jeans over my ass and down. My boxers followed right away, and she leaned over my cock as though it was the most fascinating thing she'd seen. I checked the yard, still safe, yet standing in their kitchen with my pants at my ankles it felt incredibly dangerous.
Gently my sister in law kissed the tip of my cock, leaving a perfectly obscene spider silk of drool as she pulled back and looked up. It broke, half falling away, the rest lying across her bottom lip and sticking to her chin and neck. Holy shit, could she look sexier? Her silk blouse framing the smooth firm skin of her breasts, her hands, bright red nails, resting on my thighs, lightly stroking towards the center.
I remembered my brother telling me how she hated sucking him, would never swallow, hadn't given him a blowjob since they got married. Now she kissed the tip again, and slowly lowered her head over me, grudgingly allowing it to force her beautiful lips apart, then sealing below the crown as she enveloped me with first her mouth, then further in, into her throat. One continuous motion, and 8 inches of the hardest cock I'd ever worn was completely buried in her, her mouth fully sealed against my body. My head fell back, my eyes closed, my mouth hanging open. I groaned as I felt her seem to swallow me whole, now her tongue extending down below the shaft to tickle my ballsack.
She swallowed, and gagged, lifted up and off of me, now a huge glob of saliva smearing across the lower half of her face, still attached to me. Her eyes teared, her makeup ran. Sweat broke out across her brow and cheeks. She looked like the fantasy housewife milf turned slut.
Karin licked her lips, doing nothing to clear the mess from her face, and wrapped her hand around the head of my cock. She squeezed, and it wept more precum down over her hand and trickled down to her wrist. She slid the circle down the shaft, and followed it with her mouth, again smoothly enveloping me in the warm silky sheath. Again she took me in her throat, and this time her slick hand continued down, reaching below, stroking me from ass to balls with all four fingers, one sneaking between my cheeks to tease my anus.
