Sisters - Sex Stories

Sisters

... before she stepped out of the tent, looking at me over her shoulder and saying, "You don't get much more of an invitation than that!" It was the closest I'd ever been to stepping across the line, but in no way was I ever going to cheat on Marie, especially with one of her sisters! I mean, come on! My wife would either shoot it off or cut it off over something like that!

Having the biggest house also meant that we most frequently held the family gatherings at holidays. The sisters and their families filled our house at almost every holiday, and most especially at Christmas. I suppose that's because we lived in the country in a quaint, four-thousand square foot house on a small man-made lake. Perfect for summer holidays, but with enough room to manage in the winter. Since all the kids were grown and out of our houses, the group was even larger with the kids and their kids. This last Christmas, Jeanie, forty-eight and still with the body of a thirty year old, continued her teasing, walking in on me while I was in the shower to "use the bathroom", pulling her panties down and peeing, and then standing up and playing with her pussy while she watched me in the shower. I worried the whole time about what my wife would have done if she'd walked in while her sister was climaxing in front of me.

Yeah, having Jeanie around the house was always somewhat uncomfortable. I loved my wife and wanted to stay true, and I most definitely didn't want to even have to deal with the ...

... implication that I was messing around with one of her sisters. Of course, getting older had its drawbacks as well. My level of desire hadn't really changed much over the years, though I couldn't go as many times in a row as I used to, I still preferred to have sex frequently. My wife, on the other hand. Well, her level of desire has faded to once every few weeks, making things somewhat difficult for me, but I manage.

A month ago life was predictable, with the exception of Jeanie of course. I got up in the morning, helped my wife get off to work, headed to the shower and then to my home office from which I ran my consulting business. Weekend mornings were generally more laid back with the later parts of the days filled with chores and tasks around the house or outside. Yep, damn predictable and comfortable. That was before my wife got a phone call from her older sister.

Sam had been married twice, her current husband only a couple years younger than she was. After ten years with him, he'd decided that someone much 'younger, prettier and sexier' was what he wanted, according to her words. He'd flaunted his new fuck bunny by being in the middle of fucking her on the kitchen table when Sam came home from work. She quite obviously left, and just as obviously my wife offered to have her stay at our house. With that one phone call my predictable little life veered into uncharted chaos.

Her first night at our house seemed like a cry fest. Tears flowed for hours as my wife did her best ...