Sisters - Sex Stories

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... to console her sobbing sister, and convince her that it was her jerk husband, and not her, that was the problem. No matter how much my wife tried, all Sam could do was to come back to how she wasn't sexy anymore and wasn't good looking, etc, etc... My wife struggled to find a way to convince her that she was still good looking and sexy and desirable and, much to my horror, drew me into the conversation to "help convince her". As uncomfortable as I was telling her in front of my wife that she was good looking and sexy and that any guy would love to be with her that way, I was equally encouraged to lay it on thick by my wife's pleading looks.

I'm sure by now you've figured out what was about to happen. You've probably concluded that my convincing encouraged Sam to slip into my shower, or some other equally naked venue and have sex with me behind my wife's' back to prove to herself that she was still desirable and sexy. Well, I was well prepared to repel boarders the next day while I was alone in the house with the still tearful Samantha. As it turned out, it was an unwarranted concern. Sam was a perfect lady, leaving me to my work and doing her best to be unobtrusive around the house. I overheard her make a call to take a leave of absence from her work to deal with her situation, but otherwise she spent hours sitting in the living room overlooking the lake, watching the cold, wind-blown waves wash up on the shoreline. The evening was spent in long conversations with my ...

... wife while I did my best to hide.

The second day and third day were much the same as the first, thankfully. Though she came out of her shell a bit more the third day and make the two of us lunch and brought it to my office. We ate, not saying much, but then she seemed to just want to not be alone. She spent the afternoon lounging on the sofa in a pair of slacks and a t-shirt, reading a book while I worked on my computer. Her evening was again spent with my wife, off sitting in the family room talking about lord knew what, while I sat in the den and watched some TV, doing my best to stay out of a conversation that I knew would be uncomfortable for me.

The fourth day, she started to almost seem normal. It was the first day since she'd arrived that I'd seen her smile while talking to my wife in the morning. Marie gave me a soft kiss, told me to take care of Sam and then headed off to work, leaving me standing in my pajama pants in the same room with Sam, wearing just an overly long T-shirt for nightwear, giving me long assessing kinds of looks. I didn't know what else she had on under it, but I could easily tell by the two distinct bumps, that seemed to be getting more pronounced by the moment, that it didn't include a bra. It was almost as if she were trying to decide if the wall needed to be repainted, or the lamp would look better in the living room. I wasn't used to those kind of looks coming my way.

I apprehensively excused myself and headed to the master suite to ...