My Sister In-Law

Fucking My Sister In-Law

Darlene’s sister, Paula (not her real name), was 28. 2 years older than Darlene and one year younger than me.

Paula was a very lovely woman. She had shoulder length blond hair, and her breasts were 30 or 32 C’s, larger than Darlene’s B cup mounds. Though I preferred smaller breasts, Paula’s looked pretty good on her.

Her body was lean. She didn’t work out as far as I knew, but she jogged regularly and when you saw her in her bikini by their parents pool, it was plain that she was in great shape, with a flat stomach and slender legs. The top edge of her favorite bikini bottom rested just above her vulva, and barely covered the camel toe provided by the thin silky material.

More than once I was busted when I looked up after staring at that view, to see Paula looking right at me, a knowing smile on her face.

I had more than one jack off session while fantasizing about her.

The following took place around 1978 or 1979 and is as accurate as my memory allows.

Paula’s husband, Ben, was career Navy, and often away on deployment. Darlene and I both knew that Paula hooked up with guys occasionally when Ben was away, and she was very open about it.

I didn’t think less of her for it. For one thing, I’d been screwing around with other men (and an occasional woman) since before Darlene and I got married and I was still doing so. Also, I knew that Ben also screwed around with hookers overseas. I was ex-Navy, and he and I had swapped tales of our adventures in foreign ports.

One hot August night, Paula and Darlene were going out bar hopping together like they did occasionally. When Paula arrived at our apartment, around 8 P.M., she looked HOT!

She wore a white short sleeved blouse, the tails tied in a knot just below her breasts. Her pants were denim bell bottoms that fit her snuggly and if the waist band had been an inch or two lower, her vulva would have been exposed. Her blond hair was in a ponytail.

Darlene looked equally hot, in a white tube top and denim wrap around skirt, the opening positioned at her right side so as she walked it opened up exposing her thigh all the way to her waist. Three years from now, she’d wear the same clothes as she seduced my brother.

As the girls headed for the door to leave I said ” Have fun girls, be safe and if you’re not safe to drive home, give me a call”.

Darlene said “O.K. Hon”.

Paula stopped at the door to say “Sis will probably be driving home alone. I’m horny as hell, and not gonna be real picky!”

I just thought to myself “WOW, someone’s in for a good night”. They disappeared into the night.

When I looked out the window and saw they were gone, I undid my pants and took out my cock. I was half hard already and it didn’t take long to get fully erect thinking about how hot my wife and her sister looked.

I let my mind run wild with a favorite fantasy of the two of them naked in bed, my wife on her back, knees raised up and spread apart with Paula’s face buried in Darlene’s pussy eating her to orgasm.

When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I shot my load into the palm of my left hand. When I was done cumming, I raised my hand to my lips and sucked the cum into my mouth, savored the taste of my own cum and then swallowed.

I zipped up my pants, and kicked back on the couch to watch T,V. and wait for a call or for Darlene to get back home. At some point, I must have dozed off.

I was jerked out of my slumber by the sound of pounding on the door. It was only 12:30. I opened the door to see Paula, She said, “Darlene’s in the car, help me get her in, she’s passed out drunk”!

I went to the car, pulled Darlene out to where I could lift her, and carried her to the couch and laid her down. I checked her over carefully to make sure she was O.K. Her breathing seemed fine, her pulse was steady and strong, she was just “OUT”.

I told Paula “I’m sure she’ll be O.K., but I’ve never seen her passed out drunk like this before, how’d she get this way”?

Paula said “I don’t know. You got a beer”?

I said sure, come on”.

We went to the kitchen, I got us each a beer and we sat at the kitchen table. Paula said “We hit a couple of bars that were pretty dead”. “She had a few long island iced teas”.

Paula sipped her beer, then continued “Then we ended up at the King Of Clubs”. Some guys bought us a few drinks”. “I was dancing with Steve, a guy I was thinking I’d go home with, and went to sit at his table”.