My Wife’s Younger Sister

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My Wife’s Younger Sister


My wonderful wife and I had been married for forty years. We have two children that are both happily married and we have four beautiful grandchildren.

Mary, my wife, turned sixty this year and I will turn sixty-five in another month.

Phyllis, my wife’s younger sister, was fifty-eight years old, had been married three times, and had two children by men that she had never married. Talk about a woman that gets around. Mary often refers to Phyllis as “easy.”

It was not even my idea to invite Phyllis to go on vacation with us. That was Mary’s decision.

We had saved and planned for our fortieth anniversary get-a-way for a few years. We had enough money to take her along and most of our motel reservations included two queen-sized beds, but not all of them. Three nights out we had one king-size bed waiting for us. Mary told me that it would be okay.

So when Friday finally came along, we were off and running. Mary sat next to me and Phyllis sat behind her so that I could see her if I turned to look at my wife.

Surprisingly the conversation was interesting. We caught a little of Science Friday on NPR and learned a few things. We checked into our motel that first night and then we went to dinner. Both women wore sexy black dresses.

Dinner was simple but filling. The two of them drank a bottle of wine. On the way back to the motel Phyllis mentioned the small pool at the motel.

Then Phyllis said, “I dare you to go skinny-dipping with me…like we used too do when we were kids.”

Surprisingly my wife said, “You’re on!”

Well I stood on the second floor balcony outside of our room overlooking the pool.