Unspoken Pleasure

My wife's sister wanted something--and knew how to get it.

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She caught me staring, for about the fifth time, at her cleavage. Lauren, my wife's sister, just gave me a "you're-a-naughty-boy" and continued slicing tomatoes for the salad.

Lauren and my wife, Abby, are very close. Since only 14 months separate them, their sisterly relationship also took on a very close, friend-like quality. When I first started dating Abby five years ago, it would have been easy to mistake Lauren for an inseparable friend rather than a younger sister because of their easy, natural connection with each other.

My wife is lithe and willowy, with a smooth grace to all her movements. Her shoulder length auburn hair frames a cute face, highlighted by green eyes and a heart-melting smile. She is partial to clothes that drape her figure rather than the tight, clingy clothes her sister usually wears. Often, Abby wears glasses instead of contacts and the over-all effect is that of a sexy librarian.

Her demeanor matches that of a sexy librarian's, too. On the outside, she is reserved and proper. But when we're alone, she's tawdry, playful, and sometimes positively kinky. She loves dirty talk during sex. She loves coaxing hidden fantasies out of me while never skimping on sharing hers. I have also never met a woman who loved having her pussy eaten as much as Abby. Often, friendly bets between us involve some sort of sexual payoff. More times than not, Abby's winnings center around a prolonged pussy worship session. Not that I mind, of course. Her lips are so full and puffy, and her clit stands out like a little cock. And she tastes so good. Abby's pussy is by far the best tasting I have ever had.

Her breasts are perky and firm, with super sensitive nipples that stand out with only the slightest stimulation. They aren't small-she's a good b or c cup depending upon the bra-but they're not large and showy, either. A Wonder Bra can be Abby's secret weapon.

"John, would you hand me that other tomato, there?" Lauren lazily pointed a finger toward the bowl next to me. When I handed it too her, her finger grazed mine and she said, "thanks, stud" and laughed a laugh somewhere between teasing and wicked.

It was the first warm day of the spring and Abby and I decided to invite Lauren over for the season's inaugural bar-b-q. We had been drinking the afternoon away and finally decided to start cooking. Abby was in the yard, tending to the chicken while Lauren and I worked on the salad.

I was feeling a bit light headed due to the cocktails and the sun. But there was another reason, too: Lauren. As usual, she looked incredible. She and Abby shared the same bright, green eyes. They also had the exact same smile. To see them both happy at the same time is an amazing sight. Alone, they each light up a room, but together they make it glow.

Lauren's figure, however, is quite different than Abby's. Lauren has curves-and a lot of them. She is perfectly proportioned, with full, sexy hips, a perfect heart-shaped ass, and unbelievable breasts. Lauren exudes sensuality without even trying. She's fun, sassy, and has a great sense of humor. There were moments when I sometimes wished I had met Lauren instead of Abby-one such moment had just occurred as she took the tomato from me and tossed her hair back with a single shake of her head, a move that had the torturous effect of causing her breasts to sway invitingly.

One time, when Lauren had stayed the night at our house after a late dinner party, I found her bra in the corner of the bathroom where she had obviously dropped it after taking a shower. I picked it up, feeling the cool satin against the stiff under-wire. It still smelled like her perfume. I checked to make sure the door was closed, then rubbed the smooth cup against my face, inhaling her perfume mingled with an ever so subtle musky smell. My heart pounded. My cock hardened. The moment crackled with excitement. A few minutes earlier it had been intimately close to her breasts and now it was close to me. I held it up in front of me, just to look at it. Because I was used to seeing Abby's bras, Lauren's looked huge. I checked the label: 40 DD. I nearly came. For a fleeting moment I thought about stroking myself off into the bra, but my better judgment won out. I knew I would cum in gallons and there would be no way to hide the evidence. Instead, I put the bra back on the floor, went to bed hard and horny, and fucked Abby with particular passion that evening, all the while thinking about Lauren's bra and the breasts it caressed.

"You know," Lauren's voice broke me from my memories, "if you keep staring at them like that, Abby's going to get pretty upset." She was grating some cheese, the motion swaying her breasts beneath the sleeveless blouse she wore. She finally looked up and said, "you are such a letch sometimes." For a moment I thought I had crossed a line, that she was pissed off at me. But she gave me a knowing smile, glanced over her should to make sure Abby was around, and shimmied for me. "How's that?" "That's... something." I stammered.

"Mm, hm. You'd better go help your wife before you get in trouble."

I didn't want to, but I knew she was right. The only problem was that my cock was now tenting my baggy shorts. I decided to duck into the bathroom to take a quick piss, hoping that would calm my hard-on. As I walked passed Lauren, she said, "My, it looks as if someone's in trouble already." This only made my cock harder. I barely made it into the half-bath off the kitchen when I heard Abby come in.

I pulled my cock out, and stroked it a few times. The head was slick with pre-cum. I decided to ease my condition by jacking off. I closed my eyes and thought of the sexy smile and shimmy my sister-in-law had just given me. My balls were tight and aching. I imagined pouncing on her, sucking her nipples, running my hands up and down her body. Kissing her. Having her. I thought about what she would look like below me as I fucked her. Then I heard my wife saying, "Where's John?"noveldrama

Lauren said, "oh, he ducked in the bathroom. Probably jacking off or something." I felt the blood drain from my face. I braced myself for the worst.

Then I heard Abby try to swallow a belly laugh. "Shut up! What if he hears you! You can be so wicked sometimes."

I knew I shouldn't stay in there too long, so I pissed, splashed some water on my face, and got out of there only to find my wife and her sister giggling out on the patio. The rest of the evening was torture. Several time throughout the evening, whenever Abby's back was turned, Lauren would give me another shimmy and a wicked smile. When it was time for her to leave, she gave me a big hug, mashing her breasts against my chest. As she hugged me, she gave my earlobe a quick lick. I thought I was going to faint. When I closed the door behind her, I half expected Abby to read me the riot act. I feared she may have had an inkling of what was going on.

"That was a fun day." So she wasn't mad. She didn't know.

"Yeah, there's nothing like the first bar-b-q." I pulled her into a hug, just to confirm she had no idea what her sister had been doing.

"Lauren was in a particularly good mood today."

"She sure was." I nibbled her neck, which I know drives her crazy. She kissed me full and wet on the lips, deep, penetrating, full of desire. "And now I'm in a great mood," I said. My cock hadn't really calmed down since Lauren left, and now it was at full hardness. I hoped Abby would think it was because of her kiss.

"Let's clean up tomorrow," she said as she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing a sexy little lace bra. I could see her hard nipples and dark areolas through it. She struck

a pose. She looks so damned sexy when she wearing just a bra and jeans.

I knelt in front of her and unbuttoned her jeans. I could smell her excitement immediately. I pulled her jeans and thong down with one stroke. Her pussy, already wet and messy, looked so inviting. "I think there's something I'd like to clean up right now," I said as I picked her up and laid her down on the couch.

She giggled in mock innocent then threw one leg over the back of the couch and one over my shoulder. She reached down and spread her pussy lips wide. Her wetness crated a strand that connected each side. I kissed her pussy as if I was kissing her on the mouth. Gently, at first-soft, teasing, playing-then with more urgency. I used my tongue as if French kissing her. I wrapped my arms around her ass and pulled her close. I could feel her juices coating my face. She filled my mouth and I greedily swallowed, drinking her down. Her pubic hair tickled my nose. After a few minutes, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me tighter to her. I continued licking and slurping. Her orgasm began as a slow tightening of her body. She moaned softly. Then she grabbed my hair and squeezed my head with her thighs as she yelled, "fuck yes! Eat me! Fuck! Fuck! I'm fucking cumming!" And she did. When Abby cums, she cums a lot. My mouth flooded with her cum. I swallowed. My tongue and throat were coated with my wife's juices.

As she recovered from her orgasm, I idly kissed her pussy lips, feeling her sloppiness on my face, smelling her musky sweetness all over us. I found myself thinking about Lauren. I wondered if she came as much as her sister. I wondered if she tasted as good.