Sister-in-law Meets the Neighbors - Sex Stories

Sister-in-law Meets the Neighbors

... bitch now and silently instructed her to pull her shorts and panties down and leave them on the floor. My wife looked our direction, clearly uncomfortable. A subtle transformation in her expression indicated she had accepted her role. Guided by Shelley, Debbie stepped around the side of the counter giving Jeremy and me a brief view of her pussy before she leaned over the end of the counter placing the side of her face on the surface. Behind my wife, Shelley held the strap-on in place and pushed into her. It was not the most comfortable penetration; her body had no time to lubricate itself, which was evident in Debbie's pained expression. I could not tell if Shelley had used any lube. Fully inserting the plastic cock, Shelley put one hand on the side of Debbie's head and gripped her hair. With Debbie's expression of discomfort it looked like Shelley forced her into that position. Jeremy had kept Carol so engrossed in conversation that she had no idea what was going on behind her. The stage was set for the show to begin. Shelley accelerated from zero to wild maniac in one thrust, pulling my wife's hair for more leverage, but keeping her face pressed firmly against the counter top. The first two slaps of their bodies captured Carol's curiosity enough to turn and look. By the third impact Debbie was grimacing and was no longer able to keep quiet as a grunted, "Uhg!" escaped her lips. Carol shouted, "What are you doing?" Rising from her chair, she was going to aid her sister ...

... from the abuse. Not really prepared for a situation of this type, she was unable to evade Jeremy's grasp. A strong arm hooked around her waist prevented her from reaching her sister. "Get off!" She shouted at Jeremy. When Jeremy did not let go, she turned her attention back to Shelley. "Leave my sister alone, you bitch!" That got Shelley to stop, but not too quickly. In a polite, matter-of-fact voice, Shelley said, "Carol, dear, you misunderstand who is the bitch here." She looked down at Debbie and gave her a slap on the ass. "Tell her." My wife said, "I'm the bitch." Then she said, "It's okay, Carol. Don't get involved." Then Jeremy told Carol he would let go of her as long as she did not interfere and got her to sit down again. There was a serious frown on her face when she turned to me. "You allow this?" I shrugged, leaving Carol to think it was out of my hands, which it was, really. Once these neighbors start something, there is very little you can do to stop them. Truthfully, I was thrilled to see my wife fucked like that and could not wait to see how things progressed. We got a brief explanation from Jeremy while Shelley resumed nailing my wife on the counter. He explained to Carol that her sister was their bitch whenever they chose to use her. He also pointed out that Debbie volunteered for the role and claimed it was because she enjoyed the physical pleasures immensely, especially when it was rough. "I'll demonstrate," Jeremy got up and walked over to Debbie. Standing ...