** This story contains consensual family sex in a total fantasy world where it is permissible. I do not give permission to re-post or archive my stories. All characters are 18 and over. This story has lots of dirty talk, straight sex, a bit of lesbian and anal sex - but real love too <3. Hope you enjoy. LR **
I was making an effort to be extra romantic this year and had booked a posh restaurant table for our anniversary. Me and Lorna had been together now for seven years, married for five.
Lorna was a nurse, and we had met randomly at a party back in the day. I admit the nurse thing was a turn on, and I was one of those guys for whom something about the uniform got me all hot and bothered. Turned out the reality was somewhat different. The last thing any actual nurse wanted to do was come home, and keep the uniform on to keep their man happy, or wear a sexy version on their off days.
Nevertheless we had a good sex life, and I loved Lorna with all my heart. She was blonde, smart, pretty, with a decent pair of legs, a good sense of humour and nice if not big tits.
But being with someone who did shift work came with its own challenges. My own 9 to 5 job (IT systems analyst if you want to know, as boring as it sounds) meant that sometimes we were ships that passed in the night, or indeed sometimes the early hours. We had to book date nights carefully - which came with two meanings. Date night type A was actually going out somewhere; cinema, restaurant, that kind of thing. Date night type B meant an early night and reliably good sex.
The first flush of any relationship is the most exciting I think, and so it was for sex. In those early days, Lorna had actually indulged my mild nurse fantasy from time to time. The most memorable time was when I had picked her up from a late shift in the early hours and she had given me a blow job in the car park, having taken my temperature and determined I was running a fever, the cure for which was making me come in her mouth apparently.
Occasionally I was away on business and stayed with her sister Stacey overnight to split the onward journey. The firm had a regional centre close to Stacey plus a concentration of work sites. I usually tried to schedule this when Lorna had a run of nights so that we wouldn't have seen much of each other even if I'd been working at home or the office.
Stacey was a single mom to two little girls, now aged 5 and 7. Deadbeat Dad wasn't in the picture much and barely saw his kids. Lorna and Stacey's folks were well off and helped Stacey buy the house and sort out all the legal business with her ex. They had never been married so that made things easier.
I don't know if it was the mom thing, the sister in law thing, or Stacey's curvy figure or all of the above, but I had had many fantasies about taking her to bed, sometimes with Lorna as a threesome and sometimes just the two of us. They were just harmless thoughts - I would never act on them.
In those fantasies I would hug my sister in law at her door, then strip her in the kitchen, bend her over the table and fuck her senseless, bouncing into her delicious ass, and finishing with her on her knees and me coming all over her face and naked tits.
Sometimes when Lorna and I screwed I would imagine it was Stacey underneath me. I came particularly hard when I did indulge that fantasy. It wasn't that my wife didn't turn me on still, she did. It was Stacey's big tits I craved.
Over the years of visiting Stacey with Lorna, and on all my overnight stays in the spare room, we had become close as family, and sometimes stayed up late chatting. I had grown to love her as a sister in law but I'd be lying if I said I didn't still spend time thinking about how her bare breasts would look or whether she had a shaved or hairy pussy. Those were not the thoughts a brother in law should be having but I couldn't seem to help myself.
So when Lorna had to change shifts at last minute and couldn't make our anniversary night dinner, it was her who had suggested Stacey be my back up rather than reschedule. I was disappointed of course, as I'd wanted to spoil Lorna and had had been looking forward to a type B date night.
But there was a part of me that was looking forward to spending time with Stacey. She could be somewhat anxious and intense, and was always worrying unnecessarily about whether she was a good mom or not. But she also had a good sense of humour and was sharp and intelligent.
Also, more shallowly, I wondered what Stacey would wear for our 'date' and hoped for a dress which showed plenty of her ample cleavage.
The Red Vine restaurant was half way between our places. It was quite posh in the pictures, had good reviews, and I'd had to book it a month in advance.
Fortunately, Stacey's mum and dad had been able to take the kids overnight at their place so we were all set. I'd stay in the spare room as usual, then head back home to meet Lorna.
I sat waiting in my car in the restaurant's small car park and waited for my sister in law's 4 x 4 to turn in. She spotted me, and pulled up one space over from me.
I got out and saw her check herself in the driver's mirror before opening the door. A long bare leg ending in a black strappy high heel came out followed swiftly by the rest of her.
I knew I was staring but couldn't seem to tear my gaze away. Stacey had gone all out tonight and looked sexy and sophisticated. She was wearing a spaghetti strapped black cocktail dress with a V neckline. Those beautiful big tits I sometimes dreamed about were partly on display, with a cleavage that gave me all sorts of wrong ideas. She had curves for days and her makeup had that strong evening look - the smoky eye shadow thing really did it for me. Her warm red lipstick emphasised the fullness of her lips.
She had her brown and blonde highlighted hair pinned up with little curly ringlets framing her pretty face.
Basically, she was smoking hot. This is my sister in law, I reminded myself.
'Wow, Stacey, you look amazing,' I said, leaning in to kiss her soft cheek. The delicate scent of her vanilla perfume filled my senses.
She laughed and slugged me on the arm.
'You scrub up well too, Adam.'
I was wearing a casual jacket and trousers with a smart shirt, the kind that worked without a tie.
She hooked her arm through mine.
'Shall we?'
***
By the time we got to dessert we had both had a few glasses of champagne and were a bit tipsy.
I watched as Stacey forked a piece of chocolate cake into her mouth and moaned. The sound went immediately to my cock and I imagined it was me in her mouth and not cake. Then I thought of her licking chocolate off my hard on. I had been battling an erection for most of the evening.
It hadn't helped that when Stacey went to the ladies after our main that I could watch her juicy ass sashaying across the restaurant without being caught. The black clingy material of her dress was stretched nice and tight across her rear and I speculated whether she had panties on underneath. There were no visible lines at all. That made me think of her mommy pussy. Was she bare just a few feet away from me?
She's your sister in law, I reminded myself again.
But I realised then I was at least a little in love with Stacey too. As well as dirty thoughts over the years I had also entertained romantic feelings too I guess. She brought out the protector in me. It was hard for her bringing up the kids as a single mum, I admired her and respected her, and I sometimes had thoughts of what my life would be like if I had asked her out and not Lorna all those years ago. I had once imagined being comforted by Stacey after losing Lorna in some kind of accident. After a few months of suitable grief, we would comfort each other in bed.
Lorna and I had tried to get pregnant and had just finished a second round of IVF without results. It hurt and had placed a strain on our relationship but we loved each other and would get through. But there was something about Stacey being fertile and having brought two kids into the world that made her more womanly than Lorna, more mature somehow, even though she was actually two years younger than Lorna.
I was a terrible person to be even having these thoughts, I knew.
'Penny for your thoughts? You look miles away.'
'Sorry, Stace. I was just thinking about Lorna.'
She looked momentarily hurt, before smiling and covering my hand with hers across the table. Her fingers were warm and soft. I felt a pleasant spark with the contact.
'It sucks she has to work tonight,' she said. 'But her loss is my gain.'
She squeezed my hand. Was she flirting with me?
My gaze dropped to the creamy curves of her big tits, beautifully pressed together as they were, straining against the fabric. Were her nipples hard or was it just the clingy material?
'Eyes up here, buster.'
'Oh god, I'm sorry Stace. I just...sorry.' I was mortified.
She laughed. 'I'm flattered, honestly. And I did put this dress on after all. I guess I've not exactly hidden them away tonight, have I?'
Heat went to my face. And lower down as well. Now I imagined those beautiful breasts in my hands. Not for the first time, to be honest.
'Well it's a great dress, that much I can say.'
'Very diplomatic. And thank you. It's been a long time since I've had reason to get all dolled up.'
