Boy am I glad I don’t golf…

Let me start out by saying I make it a rule to avoid coveting another man’s wife. But for my brother-in-law’s wife, I had to make an exception. I’ll be honest, I’ve lusted after her form the first day I saw her. I always assumed that my desire would be nothing more than fantasy; I mean, really, other than these stories I just didn’t think that sort of thing happens.
Well, a little about her…Tracy is a beautiful woman by any standard. She’s 5’5″ tall and has curves in exactly the right places. Not huge breasted, rather just perfect, big enough to play with but small enough to be perky. Her 1/4 Mexican heritage gives her skin a gorgeous tone. She’s got a beautiful head of long, dark, sexy hair. Her dark, full lips can stop a man’s heart. She loves to wear unbelievable A line dresses that show off her body.

My wife and her two brothers (only one is married) are both very close to their family. Tracy and I have always had a bit of a special bond, since when we all get together for family events she and I are the outsiders. Well, this spring we all got together to celebrate their Dad’s birthday.

The day before the party my father and law and his two boys decided to go golfing. I was invited, but not being a big golfer I decided to let them go and have a little family time. I figured I could kick back, watch a movie and have a relaxing afternoon. As they were leaving, my wife and her mom decided to go shopping. I assumed Tracy was going with them until I heard her saying, “Thanks, but actually I have a bit of a headache. I think I’ll stay here and rest.”

About that time I had settled in on the couch, my feet up on the ottoman and started flipping though the channels looking for something to watch. Tracy walked in, “mind if I join you?” Of course, one look at her and my groin was tingling, “Of course not, take a seat.” To my surprise she lounged on the couch with me, smile at me, “Do you mind?” she asked as she placed her perfectly pedicured feet on my lap. I could help but smile and nod, glancing up, hoping like hell that dress was going to give me a peak inside. Such was not the case. Oh well.

I handed her the remote, “You want to find us something to watch?” She took the remote, eventually finding us an 80s romantic comedy. Not exactly what I had in mind, but oh well, maybe a nap would do me good. I was keenly aware of the soft weight of her feet on my groin, the tingling turning into a bit of an erection. I was hoping she wouldn’t be able to tell.

I decided to try something. I gently took one of her feet in my hand and rubbed it gently. I heard her coo a little. Well, that’s a good sign. I rubbed a little more, working her arch, wiggling each toe and massaging her heal. Her body language certainly indicated that she was enjoying it. As I moved to the other foot, she shifted her body, rolling onto her back to better present her foot to me. As she did so, her dress shifted, giving me a clear view to her white lace thong panties.

I hoped desperately she wasn’t watching me, because I stared for a good 5 seconds. The dichotomy of her dark skin and white translucent lace panties was just too much. I seriously debated getting up and going to the bathroom to jerk off. Boy am I glad I didn’t. I turned my attention back to her foot, massaging it just like the other one. I started to run my hand just a little bit up her calf, massaging her ankle a little, then the back of her calf. I was amazing at how soft and smooth her skin was (I later learned that was thanks to laser hair removal. Hair removal which wasn’t limited to her legs.)

I tried to stay focused, but as she would move I kept getting a better and better view of her panties. I began to wonder if she was doing it on purpose, but no, that’s not possible. I continued to rub her calf, working my way up a little at a time. She kept almost purring as I did, so I figured I was in the clear. I mean, I hadn’t touched anything above her knee. Add to that, I swear I could see a bit of a wet spot forming on her thin white panties, and smell the sweet, musky smell of her pussy, but that was probably my imagination. Or the maybe the blood flow to my raging erection was making me unable to think.

Just as I was almost to her knee she slipped her feet off me and stood up. My heart stopped; shit, she figured out I’ve been staring at her pussy. But she didn’t say anything. She got up and headed upstairs. A few minutes later I could hear the toilet flush and sink running. A couple minutes later she sat down on the couch, putting her feet up on me again. She handed me a small bottle of moisturizer, “As long as you are going to rub me, do you suppose you could rub this on?” I was slack jawed; the best I could manage was a nod of agreement.

I squirted a little bit of the lotion in my hand. The faint feminine, flowery smell pf the lotion combined with smell of her skin was going to my head. Sadly panty view had gone away. I began to rub the lotion onto her feet, one a time. Once I was done I reached to hand her the bottle. She looked at me with her big beautiful eyes and said, “Do you think you could do my legs too?” Again I just nodded, my cock straining so hard against my pants I was hoping it wouldn’t just burst out.

Another squirt of lotion on my hands, rubbing them together to warm it up, I started rubbing her calf again. She made a small noise, only this time it was almost a moan. She shifted a little and her dress moved, but not quite enough that I could see.