Sex with his sister-in-law
“Don’t wait up for me.”
I then gave her a kiss on the lips. I got nothing back, and she pushed me away.
“I suppose you want me to sleep in the spare room?”
I got a stern look from her, and then she said, “Yes. And don’t wake me up when you get in.”
I tried to look innocent, as if that would never happen, but I could tell that Avril wasn’t convinced. It had happened before, and if I drank too much, which was likely, it might happen again tonight.
It was Friday, and I was going Bowling with some friends. We did it once a month. Afterwards, we would go to our local bar, Murphy’s. It was always a late night. Avril didn’t mind me going out, but she did mind me waking her up, especially if I was drunk. That’s why tonight I was sleeping in the spare room.
It was two o’clock when I got home, and I was drunk. I was in control, but only just. It took me two attempts to get the key in the lock. I managed to get upstairs without making a noise. As I was passing our bedroom door, I stopped. I was supposed to sleep in the spare room, but I wanted to sleep with her. Even while I was thinking about it, I knew it was a bad idea. I wanted sex, but did she?
We have been married for eight years, so that initial lust has long passed. Don’t get me wrong. Our sex life is OK, but it’s just not as spontaneous as it once was. Occasionally we would hit the heights, but not as often as I would like.
I pushed the door open. The drink had made me optimistic. I was now convinced that she would let me, and that she would be as eager as I was. After undressing down to my underwear, I got into bed, and snuggled up to her. We were spooning. I then started kissing her neck. She liked me doing that. So far so good, but my next action would determine if she was in the mood.
My hand was now cupping her breast. I then started fondling it, and that got a reaction from her. It was a low moan, only just audible. That was a good sign. My luck was in. If I didn’t rush things, then we would end up fucking.
I was now playing with her nipple, feeling it through her nightie, and it was responding to my touch. It seemed bigger than normal. I didn’t know why, but I wasn’t complaining. She then moaned again, but this time louder. Was she awake? She then started pushing her bottom against me. Yes she was, and she was enjoying it.
As I lowered my boxers, so that my cock could be fully out, I couldn’t help smiling. It had been risky coming into the room, but it had paid off. I was now glad that I had tried, rather than just going to the other room.
When I pushed against her leg, she raised it, giving me access to her. Then, before I could move my cock to her opening, she surprised me, by taking hold of my hand and putting it between her legs. Good, this wasn’t going to just be a quick fuck.
As I ran two fingers up and down her slit, she wiggled her bottom. That always got me excited. Even without entering her, I could feel her wetness. When I slowly pushed them in, she groaned. And when they were fully in, up to the knuckles, she grunted.
I was now moving them in and out, and she was responding as if she had never been fingered before. Lots of noise and movement. It was a good job that she was very wet, because even with just two fingers in her, she was tight. She has been doing a lot of Gym work recently. Had that strengthened her pelvic muscles? I didn’t know, and I didn’t really care. All that mattered was that she was tighter, and I was enjoying it.
She had surprised me again. When was the last time she had used that word, even in bed? I couldn’t remember. But I liked it, I liked it a lot.
When I took my fingers out, she lifted her leg higher. My cock was quickly at her opening. I didn’t waste any time pushing into her. As it went in, she gave a loud guttural sound. It was one I had never heard from her before.
“Fuck, that’s a big cock.”
It is. Nine inches of thick meat. But why had she said it? We have been fucking for ten years, and she now takes it for granted. However, it did make me feel proud.