Inlaw Affair
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I fell in lust with my wife in high school, and fell in love a bit later. Teenage me was drawn to...well, what every teenage boy is drawn to. Blonde, busty, athletic, the works. Eventually, meeting her family, I was pleasantly surprised to find that her mother and sister were cut from the same cloth. Obviously I never pursued anything aside from the constant pornographic movie trailer running through my young imagination, but over the years, I've had plenty of "additional footage" to add to the script.
As I already mentioned, my wife is incredibly sexy, and I love her very much, but I never quite let my fantasies of her older sister go. I shudder at the thought of a relationship with her, as she seems to fly through them with abandon, but I still think of her as a wild c***d, despite her being a few years older. She loves to party, is a yoga/swimming instructor, with a very slim and tight physique. A while back she underwent a breast reduction surgery, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss the top heavy frame a little bit, especially candid glimpses at family gatherings, but I must admit that the new and perky tits suit her perfectly.
My wife and her sister are very close, and it is not uncommon for her to stay over with us during times of household drama, which unfortunately is fairly frequent. My fantasies have always been unobtrusive, and purely that: fantasy.
Recently, however, during a brief stay at our place, I succumbed to urges a bit more involved, taking the opportunity of an empty house to go through her travel bag. I stumbled upon a collection of extremely skimpy undergarments, making me wonder if these were her daily go-to's, considering the fact that there was no way she'd be meeting anybody during her stay at our place. Needless to say, my imagination ran rampant with years of knowing her intimately along with the visual of her wearing the barely-there panties she had decided to packed. I had a bit of fun imagining her wearing the black lace thong that I'd mistaken for a forgotten needle-work project, and made sure to carefully return everything to it's rightful place long before anybody else returned.
My precision may have been underestimated, as it turned out. A short time later, during a subsequent stay, I took advantage of a similar opportunity. Almost as soon as I heard the car leave the driveway, I dove into the same travel bag, and was impressed to find panties even more skimpy. Bright scarlet, crotchless, and this time not clean. Now, I know first hand the difference between dirty panties and dirty panties. The scent of a clean, wet pussy still lingered on these, exclusively feminine. I became immediately hard, but what really made my heart skip a beat was a folded note in the bottom of the bag. "(myname), if you're reading this, which is a wild guess, put everything back the way you did before and don't say anything. But I want you to know that You can have me anytime you want."
This sent my mind racing. A: she knew I'd snooped through here stuff previously. B: She not only did not mind, but had apparently been harboring similar fantasies. She'd voiced on several occasions an envy of my relationship, as well as joking/flirtatious comments about wishing she had somebody like me. These were always said after a few drinks, and not taken serious by anybody as her sense of humor has always been a bit raunchy. This, however, was confirmation, and essentially a green light to pursue all of my dormant fantasies regarding this highly sexual knockout party girl that had been flitting in and out of my mind for 15 years.
Naturally I did not let on that I was even aware that that note existed. Everything went on as normal, but the energy had shifted significantly. Anytime we were in the same room, I was hyper aware of everything she did. Her typical wardrobe is "yoga-casual," tight leggings, tank top with a low back to show her tattoos, and a sweater/scarf to imply some amount of modesty. But now I found myself studying the tight fabric hugging her calves and thighs and absurdly tight ass with a renewed interest, picturing the panties I'd rifled through, the secret note constantly in my thoughts.
I found myself semi-hard just being near her, something not noticeable unless you were paying attention, and by this point I think she was. Her body language, which has always been...languorous..became subtly more sexual. I think in part by my state of mind, and in part intentionally. There was more bending over at the hips instead of kneeling, already sheer fabric stretching thinner over her ass in normal situations, yet nothing that could be called out as unusual, the sort of obvious presentation that can escape anybody else aside from the already alert.
I typically wear boxer briefs, but I found myself pulling on boxers whenever she'd visit. I'd abandoned them years ago, mainly because they provided very little concealment if I found myself aroused. Instead of hugging my thighs, my erect cock was now free to wander down my leg, and I don't think that escaped her notice. After a dinner one evening, I found myself alone with my sister in law briefly, doing dishes after my wife had run out on an errand. There was nothing sexual about the way she was standing at the sink, but every movement of her arms lifted her long shirt enough to raise the hem and uncover her heart shaped ass. At just over 5 feet, any time she reached up to put a dish away she was on her toes, toned legs taught beneath a sheer white lycra legging that (thankfully) is acceptable now as a reasonable outfit. The white fabric was thin enough for me to see the outline of a red string sliding over her hips and down her ass. On her tiptoes, I could see her panties hugging a camel toe under her ass. I sight that was familiar with from online photos, but never one I'd encountered in person. My already undecided cock suddenly made a more obvious announcement, and I stepped closer under the pretense of helping her reach a high shelf, grazing her backside. Barely.
It was like she melted at the slight touch. Her hands collapsed onto the sides of the sink, her back arched as her knees buckled slightly, and stretched like a cat with her ass not only rising to meet my bulge, but rotating in one motion from her pussy being barely noticeable from behind to facing me, lips outlined, and my vivid imagination needed zero help from the visual display.
Despite her slim figure, my hands slid down the sides of her torso to find a pleasingly wide wriggling pair of hips begging for me to take the half step forward, legitimizing the mutual attraction that we'd been dancing around for years. I'm not a large person, but I happen to have extremely big hands, muscular from years of work, and I was afraid I may have squeezed her waist too tightly, and the sharp intake of breath was part shock, part relief, part lust, and part pleasure.
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As I already mentioned, my wife is incredibly sexy, and I love her very much, but I never quite let my fantasies of her older sister go. I shudder at the thought of a relationship with her, as she seems to fly through them with abandon, but I still think of her as a wild c***d, despite her being a few years older. She loves to party, is a yoga/swimming instructor, with a very slim and tight physique. A while back she underwent a breast reduction surgery, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss the top heavy frame a little bit, especially candid glimpses at family gatherings, but I must admit that the new and perky tits suit her perfectly.
My wife and her sister are very close, and it is not uncommon for her to stay over with us during times of household drama, which unfortunately is fairly frequent. My fantasies have always been unobtrusive, and purely that: fantasy.
Recently, however, during a brief stay at our place, I succumbed to urges a bit more involved, taking the opportunity of an empty house to go through her travel bag. I stumbled upon a collection of extremely skimpy undergarments, making me wonder if these were her daily go-to's, considering the fact that there was no way she'd be meeting anybody during her stay at our place. Needless to say, my imagination ran rampant with years of knowing her intimately along with the visual of her wearing the barely-there panties she had decided to packed. I had a bit of fun imagining her wearing the black lace thong that I'd mistaken for a forgotten needle-work project, and made sure to carefully return everything to it's rightful place long before anybody else returned.
My precision may have been underestimated, as it turned out. A short time later, during a subsequent stay, I took advantage of a similar opportunity. Almost as soon as I heard the car leave the driveway, I dove into the same travel bag, and was impressed to find panties even more skimpy. Bright scarlet, crotchless, and this time not clean. Now, I know first hand the difference between dirty panties and dirty panties. The scent of a clean, wet pussy still lingered on these, exclusively feminine. I became immediately hard, but what really made my heart skip a beat was a folded note in the bottom of the bag. "(myname), if you're reading this, which is a wild guess, put everything back the way you did before and don't say anything. But I want you to know that You can have me anytime you want."
This sent my mind racing. A: she knew I'd snooped through here stuff previously. B: She not only did not mind, but had apparently been harboring similar fantasies. She'd voiced on several occasions an envy of my relationship, as well as joking/flirtatious comments about wishing she had somebody like me. These were always said after a few drinks, and not taken serious by anybody as her sense of humor has always been a bit raunchy. This, however, was confirmation, and essentially a green light to pursue all of my dormant fantasies regarding this highly sexual knockout party girl that had been flitting in and out of my mind for 15 years.
Naturally I did not let on that I was even aware that that note existed. Everything went on as normal, but the energy had shifted significantly. Anytime we were in the same room, I was hyper aware of everything she did. Her typical wardrobe is "yoga-casual," tight leggings, tank top with a low back to show her tattoos, and a sweater/scarf to imply some amount of modesty. But now I found myself studying the tight fabric hugging her calves and thighs and absurdly tight ass with a renewed interest, picturing the panties I'd rifled through, the secret note constantly in my thoughts.
I found myself semi-hard just being near her, something not noticeable unless you were paying attention, and by this point I think she was. Her body language, which has always been...languorous..became subtly more sexual. I think in part by my state of mind, and in part intentionally. There was more bending over at the hips instead of kneeling, already sheer fabric stretching thinner over her ass in normal situations, yet nothing that could be called out as unusual, the sort of obvious presentation that can escape anybody else aside from the already alert.
I typically wear boxer briefs, but I found myself pulling on boxers whenever she'd visit. I'd abandoned them years ago, mainly because they provided very little concealment if I found myself aroused. Instead of hugging my thighs, my erect cock was now free to wander down my leg, and I don't think that escaped her notice. After a dinner one evening, I found myself alone with my sister in law briefly, doing dishes after my wife had run out on an errand. There was nothing sexual about the way she was standing at the sink, but every movement of her arms lifted her long shirt enough to raise the hem and uncover her heart shaped ass. At just over 5 feet, any time she reached up to put a dish away she was on her toes, toned legs taught beneath a sheer white lycra legging that (thankfully) is acceptable now as a reasonable outfit. The white fabric was thin enough for me to see the outline of a red string sliding over her hips and down her ass. On her tiptoes, I could see her panties hugging a camel toe under her ass. I sight that was familiar with from online photos, but never one I'd encountered in person. My already undecided cock suddenly made a more obvious announcement, and I stepped closer under the pretense of helping her reach a high shelf, grazing her backside. Barely.
It was like she melted at the slight touch. Her hands collapsed onto the sides of the sink, her back arched as her knees buckled slightly, and stretched like a cat with her ass not only rising to meet my bulge, but rotating in one motion from her pussy being barely noticeable from behind to facing me, lips outlined, and my vivid imagination needed zero help from the visual display.
Despite her slim figure, my hands slid down the sides of her torso to find a pleasingly wide wriggling pair of hips begging for me to take the half step forward, legitimizing the mutual attraction that we'd been dancing around for years. I'm not a large person, but I happen to have extremely big hands, muscular from years of work, and I was afraid I may have squeezed her waist too tightly, and the sharp intake of breath was part shock, part relief, part lust, and part pleasure.
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