Sister-in-law Meets the Neighbors - Sex Stories

Sister-in-law Meets the Neighbors

... him. That thought struck me as odd. Great personal sacrifice for my neighbor to endure an entire week without fucking my wife. No time to dwell on that now. I mentioned the troubling, yet arousing images that had been plaguing my mind since I had seen Carol's creamy thighs all the way to the top. I got to the point of the discussion. "I think it would be great if you fucked Debbie tonight." "So, you want me to bring your wife home to leave you alone with your sister-in-law?" He misunderstood. "No, no, not at all." I felt like the sinister bad guy in a cartoon. All that was missing was the evil laugh echoing through the neighborhood. "I thought you should do it in our house right in front of Carol." Jeremy laughed so loud the neighbors could hear. He found it ironic that I was asking for this. I continued, "If you can, make Carol your bitch too." For the first time I saw shock in Jeremy's expression. Challenging him by doubting he could make Carol his bitch was sure to get him hooked. "I would love to fuck her myself, but I would settle for watching you fuck her." He had a few questions and I did my best to explain how I thought Carol might react. Although, I pointed out that even my own wife did not respond to him as I expected. We left it without any definitive plan, but Jeremy would discuss it with Shelley. All I had to do was wait. Later that afternoon, Jeremy waved me over. "We'll do it," he said, "for a price." The price was that in future sessions with my wife they ...

... want to make her fuck anyone they choose. In my head, that sort of thing already happened, but it seems not. So, I had a decision to make: Keep things as they are or have some fun with Carol while knowing my wife would have to fuck strangers when Jeremy was in the mood. My brilliant idea involved some sacrifice which I should have anticipated. Since I thought that was already happening, I found it easy to accept. It was definitely going to be an interesting night. We all sat down for dinner at six o'clock. Everything went as it should. Conversation was friendly and lively and did not straying into sexual topics. Shelley made brownies for dessert which were perfect with ice cream. As we finished Jeremy was in deep conversation with Carol about her work. My wife declined offers to help clear the table. Shelley excused herself to use the bathroom. Upon her returned I did my best not to react. Luckily, Carol was facing the wrong way to see the kinky mistress enter the room. Wearing a black bustier and thigh high leather boots, Shelley's most notable attire was the strap-on pointing out in front of her. My dick started twitching immediately. This was nothing like I expected. I watched her approach my wife. Debbie's jaw dropped when she turned and saw her. Shelley put a finger to her lips to keep her quiet. Standing on the opposite side of the kitchen counter from the dining table, I could not see below their waists, but their actions were clear enough. Shelley wanted Debbie to be her ...