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Fun With Visting Sister-in-law (MF)

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Category: Male-Female
Author: Masturbation Man
Age: 40
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Being married 15 years I have, like many others, grown a bit bored with my rather ordinary sex life. A couple of times a month of "by-the-book" lovemaking doesn't even whet my whistle these days, so I supplement it with regular masturbation during which I surf Internet sites and chat rooms and watch porn videos (when I can...).

Quite by accident I found out I had someone very close to me who was experiencing the same frustrations as I was - my sister-in-law. Karen is 10 years younger than my wife and I (she is 30) and we have always been close. When my wife and I were dating Karen was in her early teens and I was like a big brother to her. Since I was frequently around their house she would confide in me about boys she liked and always sought my advice on dating, how to act with guys, etc. Over time our relationship has evolved and our interactions in recent years have included some sexual innuendo and joking, but nothing that came close to "crossing the line". In many respects she is different from my wife, particularly in their views about sex. My wife is quite conservative and reserved, whereas Karen is very open, likes to talk about it, and obviously enjoys it. My wife is also a rather small and slim figured gal, while Karen is quite heavyset and very full figured - about 200 pounds with blazing blue eyes, a terrific smile and a very ample bosom (36D). Of course over the years I have fantasized often about what it would be like to be with her, and on a few occasions have masturbated with a pair of her panties I have been able to "borrow".

About 3 years ago Karen moved half way across the country and married. In the past 12 months she has confided in me (mostly through email) that her sex life is not very fulfilling. Her husband comes from a very strict religious family and has "issues" with sex. At first she would drop subtle comments in her messages to me, but they became more forward with how she "wants it" so much more than him, how she likes variety and he doesn't, and how she had to "take care of herself" when he wasn't willing. Our correspondence (and occasional few minutes on the phone every month or so) was light-hearted, and we would tease each other about the frequency of our self-pleasure. She told me how she had ventured to an adult gift shop in a neighboring county to purchase a vibrator and how she had come home with three. I shared with her my own experience of visiting a similar place and that I had actually gone to the booths in the back to watch videos. That set off a whole series of questions from her, including whether I actually masturbated while I was in there (I told her that I did).

This past April Karen arranged to spend a week with my wife and I while her husband was traveling out of town on business. Her first day there she claimed to be exhausted from traveling and although my wife had made arrangements for them to go shopping at the outlets in a nearby state for the day, she insisted she had to stay home and sleep. My wife and her mom kept their plans while Karen remained behind with me (it was a Saturday).

I piddled around the house in the morning, cleaning, watching some TV and doing some paperwork. Around noon I was on the computer, paying bills, when I heard a stirring behind me. Karen was up and gave me a groggy "good morning". She was in her long nightshirt and her long brown hair was frazzled, but she still looked good to me. After getting her a cup of coffee she settled in on the couch in my office and we chitchatted while I finished up the bills. She surprised me when she asked if I had book-marked the dirty websites I like to look at, or was I afraid that my wife/her sister would find them. I smiled and told her they were NOT book marked, but I knew them by heart. She got up and walked behind me and placed a hand on the back of my chair and, looking over my shoulder, asked me to show her my favorite one. I proceeded to type in the www address (with my hands slightly shaking, wondering where this was going...) and popped up a site that was actually a link to dozens of OTHER free sites that ranged from soft-core to the most hard-core imaginable.

She remained behind me, openly asking me to open to sites that she found interesting (group sex, lesbianism and male-to-male were her favorite I found out; teens, older and "standard" sites did nothing for her). She commented freely about particular pictures and video snippets, and after about 10 minutes said, "If I look at any more I might not be able to control myself" and began to laugh. She sat back on the couch and took a sip of her coffee. "You're horny, aren't you?" she said.

I was surprised to say the least. Our banter had never been this overt, and it was obvious she was willing to take it to the next level.

"Well, yeah Kar I am, aren't you after looking at all that?" I replied.

"Of course. I can't wait to get in the shower to take care of myself, or....," she tailed off.

"Or what?" I asked.

"Or we could do it here, now, in front of each other. We don't have to touch each other. It wouldn't be cheating or anything like that. Just watching each other get off. Wouldn't that be SO cool?!"

I could see she was flushed, and I noticed that her nipples were prominently poking through her flannel nightshirt - I couldn't help but wonder what they looked like in the flesh. Her hand was in her lap, just resting there, not doing anything, but I imagined what it would be like to see her play with herself, make herself come. That was it. After about 10 seconds of consideration, I said, "Yeah, it would be cool. BUT, we have to PROMISE this goes nowhere else though - ever. It's just between you and me. And no touching, just watching."

"Promise!" she said, and stuck her hand up like a boy scout.

"Well, um, how she would start?" I was more than a bit nervous, completely horny and very unsure of how to proceed.

"Just do what you feel like," she said. "I'm sure in no time it won't be a problem." With that, she slowly lifted the hem of her nightshirt to just below her waist to reveal her panties. They were pink cotton briefs, and she smiled at me as she saw me staring at her crotch. Her thighs were large and white, but shapely and smooth. I always had a thing for heavy women, and Karen fit my fantasy (in more ways then one) to a "T". Her left hand wandered down and she began to slowly stroke her vagina over her panties with her middle finger. With her right she began to massage her breasts through her shirt.

I was rock hard, and ready to go. I stood from behind my desk and didn't waste any time in removing my shirt and shorts, leaving me standing about 5 feet from Karen clad only in my boxers - which were inconspicuously tented about from my erection. She let a barely audible "Oh!" as she saw it, and it was my turn to smile at her. I sat back in my chair and swiveled it so that I was directly facing her.

"This is SO naughty, isn't it?" she asked. "But I'm SO horny I don't care!" Her hand then went into her panties, and I could see her hand moving around slowly inside as her hips began to gently sway back and forth. I threw all caution to the wind and pulled my boxers down to my knees, my hard on springing forth, leaking more pre-come than I ever remember having before. I grabbed it with my left hand and began that familiar, rhythmic stroking that felt so good.

Karen's eyes were locked on my erection until she removed her hand from her panties, sat up and pulled her nightshirt over her head. Her breasts were everything I imagined, and more. For a heavy gal with 36Ds they were surprisingly pert and her nipples were pink, and enormous (unlike my wife's/her sister's, which are small and brown). They stood out a full inch from her areola in their excited state, and they areola's themselves were at least the size of silver dollars, and were puffy from excitement. As she settled back down on the couch, she too fell into a rhythm of fingering herself (still with her panties on) and now pinching and pulling at her nipples. Her belly was large and ... there's no other way to describe it ... she was fat. But a huge turn-on to me. All over her skin was milky white and smooth, no blemishes and, despite her weight, she a very healthy look to her.

She was much more verbal than me, and in my state I was very worried I would come too soon and it would all be over. She told me how much it turned her on to watch me "jerk-off" and that she wanted to see me "shoot all over the place". She described how horny she was, and that she wanted me to see HER come. I chimed in that I wanted to see that too, and that she should take off her panties so I could watch. When she stood up and removed them, she tossed them over towards me and I confessed at how I had masturbated with her panties whenever I had had the chance over the years. She giggled and told me she wanted to see me do it now. As I picked them up off the floor, she sat back and spread her legs slightly, and I was granted a vision of what I had dreamed about for years. One thing I had NOT expected; she was completely shaven. And very, very wet. She spread her lips open with her right hand, and began to masturbate openly with her left at a much faster pace than before. She concentrated mainly on her clit, and her body was rocking as her excitement built. I placed her panties up to my nose and inhaled, then licked the crotch, which she laughed at momentarily and then she gave me a wicked, horny and sexy smile as her eyes rolled back and she began to spasm in orgasm. I was enthralled and mesmerized as I watched her come, with her chubby thighs locking around her left hand, her right hand was tightly squeezing and massage her left breast, her head was thrust back while she let out loud moans and, as she peaked, a scream of "OHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!"

All the while I was watching I was slowly masturbating, her pink panties acting as a stimulus for my cock. As she regained control, her eyes wandered back to me and she saw me stroking, her panties now with spots of my pre-cum all about. She giggled and asked if I liked her panties, if they felt good on my "big fat cock" (I am very average, by the way; she was being extremely generous). I told her how awesome they felt and that I was about to shoot. In a matter of seconds I began to ejaculate and lobbed four very impressive streams of come (at least by my own personal standards; I am generally more of an "oozer" than a "shooter"...) as far up as the base of my neck and all over my chest and stomach. As I milked the final few drops from my quickly deflating penis Karen sat forward, clapping and shouted "Bravo!" while she laughed. I took her panties and mopped myself up, and she said, "I think we BOTH need a shower. What do you say?"

She looked at me inquisitively, as if to ask without words being spoken, if we could shower TOGETHER. I paused for a moment, considering what had just transpired, and the ramifications of taking the "next step" and being in such close quarters together. I was still thinking below my belt instead of above my neck when I stood up and said, "follow me" as I walked towards the bathroom down the hall.

I pulled back the shower curtain, turned on the water and stepped in. I didn't even bother to see if Karen had followed me, but I was 99% certain that she had. As I turned around, sure enough she was standing before me with nothing on but a broad smile. She stepped into the shower, pulled the curtain closed and moved into my arms. She placed her right hand under my chin and kissed me, slowly at first and then with more passion. Our tongues intertwined, and then her hand was on my cock, slowly caressing it back to life. My hands wandered all over her body, feeling her magnificent breasts and massaging and probing her rather massive backside while the warm water poured down on us. Karen broke our embrace, and I quickly found out why. She knelt down on the floor of the tub and took my semi-erect penis in her hand and stroked it for a few moments. She then leaned forward and took me in her mouth, fellating me in a way I had never felt before. Even more erotic was the fact that she was once again fingering herself as she sucked on me, and the added effect of her groaning in ecstasy with me in her mouth had me fully hard in a matter of minutes, despite the fact I had only come a short time ago.

I needed more. I gently pulled away, and helped her to her feet. I had Karen face the wall of the shower, and it was my turn to kneel down. With her ass facing me and her hands flat up against the wall (imagine a suspect on "Cops" being frisked...) I began to finger her vagina from behind. As I did, I ravaged her ass cheeks with kisses and little love bites, and took the bar of soap from the soap dish and gently washed her all over, including her anus. When she was completely clean, I did something I had never done before: I licked her pink anus over and over while I fingered her, and she was in ecstasy. Her vagina was like a faucet - she was dripping wet. After only a few minutes of this activity I stood behind her and placed my cock into the crack of her ass. I dribbled a stream of conditioner down her back and over her ass, and began humping against Karen while my hands went around front and grasped her tits. She begged me to fuck her, and nothing in the world could have stopped me. In an instant I entered her, she was tight and wet and slamming back against me, groaning and crying out that she was coming. I was able to hold off long enough for her to come with me inside of her; I actually felt her vagina clenching at my penis as she shuddered. Just seconds later I pulled out and shot all over Karen's back and ass. It was absolutely incredible and the best sex I ever had.

Of course afterwards we settled down, dried off and dressed and had a very long "reality check". We spoke of the implications to our spouses if anyone found out, or if we continued we had started that day. We promised each other it was only a one time event and that no one should ever know. We have seen each other twice since (once in June and once last month) and there are no "shenanigans" to report - although a pair of her panties mysteriously showed up in my workout bag when I went to the gym one day!