1. My Dirty Secrets Chapter 1


    Date: 10/6/2023, Categories: Fetish, Author: Spendingtime 

    ... idea just how hot she was or just how much her shorts and tank top didn't cover?" I thought to myself.

I fought the urge to look at first, but quickly gave in to my overwhelming need to take in whatever I could see. Shifting my angle on the couch, I justified my repositioning as courteous. I was now facing Jessi as we talked. I immediately could see her pale blue panties from the night before!

My heart skipped a beat as I noticed just how wet her panties were as she sat there on the couch. Many attempts to distract myself from the view failed while my thoughts spiraled. The pale blue fabric was soaked through, and my mind reeled as I concocted all the scenarios that would lead to her pussy being this wet.

"Was she playing with herself in there?" I pondered, afraid that I'd blurt these thoughts out loud.

As Jessi's foot bounced, her shirt rubbed back and forth over her nipples. This made them hard, and she was shaking her foot more than usual; she seemed aware of the sensation. Her breasts bounced slightly, and I was mesmerized by her body. Her hair clung to her neck, and she glistened with sweat as she sat there innocently in the heat.

I don't know if she was aware of exactly what effect she was having on me or not, but I had to hide my erection yet again.

I made some small talk about how hot it was.

"You look hot this morning," I heard myself say.

"In my pajamas?" Jessi asked.

"Uhm, You're all sweaty over there," I fumbled, trying to recover from ...
    ... my awkward statement.

"I've been a busy girl this morning, I guess," she said, not missing a beat.

Now, what did she mean by that? This didn't help my overly sexualized thoughts of my sister-in-law as she sat distracted by whatever commercial was on the television.

Jessi eventually got up to check the mail and get the newspaper from the front porch.

"I'm going to go shower and try to cool off before I head out to pick up groceries," she said while walking to the bathroom.

I sat there on the couch with the TV muted, listening quietly. I heard the bathroom door shut gently, but not completely. I listened closely for her clothes to hit the floor.

I was baffled by my actions as I sat there.

"What am I doing?" I whispered aloud.

I'd had sex with quite a few different partners at this point in my life and seen my share of large, sweaty breasts in person. I'd touched them and sucked them.

Hell, I was married to her sister! I regularly had sex with a woman who had very similar sizes and shapes to everything I was lusting after. I'd had many a close encounter with a chubby girl's pussy at this point in my life, so why was Jessi's so tantalizing?

Before I knew it, I was up and moving to the kitchen hall. From there, I had a clear view of the bathroom door. I listened again as her feet padded softly on the tile floor.

The shower handle squeaked as it was turned. My mind instantly created the image of my sister-in-law bent over naked, adjusting the water ...
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