My Sister-in Law
My wife and I grew up in the Mid-West, Iowa, to be exact. We met in college, married shortly thereafter, I received a job offer in Tampa, Florida. So, we said good-by to my parents and hers, and headed to the land of eternal summer, biting bugs and humidity. It was also a land of 900 miles of sugar white beaches. It didn't take us long to check out many of them, but our favorite was Clearwater Beach, across the causeway. Driving across it was an experience in itself. Tampa Bay is about 25 miles across and has several causeways to traverse it. Water on the right, water on the left, and the paved road about 3 feet above the water.
One of the first eye-openers for us was the swimsuits worn by the women. Our first experience with thongs, no, not the ones you wear on your feet. Many tourists were snapping pictures of the girls butts, as this obviously was a novelty for them as well. My name is John. I stand just under six feet tall, average build with light brown wavy hair and blue eyes. My wife, Emma, was 5 ½ feet tall, has 36C tits and has auburn hair with hazel eyes. I should add that I am 24, as is Emma.
A year after we had settled into our new home, Emma's sister Emily who is 21 was still living at home e-mailed my wife asking if it would be okay if she visited us for a week that July. Emma e-mailed her back saying it was the hottest part of the summer, but if she needed a change in scenery, to come ahead.
This unveiled a new dilemma for us. Since our marriage, we had gone to walking around our 2 bedroom apt. in the nude. Our sleeping arrangements...ditto. Remember, this is Florida, in July! Translated that means by 6 a.m. it is in the 90's with 100% humidity without a cloud in the sky. We took 3 or 4 cold showers a day. Our apt. complex also had a pool which was opened 16 hours a day. Now, her 21 year old sister was coming, raised with prim and proper attitudes which means we were going to have to stay dressed, in our own home, for 7 days straight. Emma and I looked at each other and groaned.
"Tell you what, John. I will e-mail Emily and tell her about the nudity thing. I will tactfully point out that we would appreciate it if she joined us. If not, we would stay dressed so as not to embarrass her. It's only a week. What do you think?"
"Emma, how do you feel about Emily and I seeing each other naked? Besides, our work schedules don't always match. We are bound to be alone at times. Are you okay with that?"
"Sure, not a problem. We were pretty open with each other growing up. You may not remember, but she is bustier than I am. She takes a 38DD bra. I don't think you will have a problem with her staying here, if we can get her to strip off, that is. I will e-mail her today."
I went off to work and thought about our house guest all day. Emma was right. Emily was a knock-out, so I began fantasizing what she would look like without her clothes. I was turned on the entire day. When I returned home, I began preparing dinner as Emma wouldn't be home for two more hours. I liked cooking, and it kept my mind off of my wife's sister.
Emma was more than grateful for my help in the kitchen. She came home, took a shower, and we ate nude in the kitchen. While I cleared away the plates, Emma got on-line to check her e-mails.
"John, my sister wrote back."
"Okay, tell me the news," waiting for the bad news.
"She said that she wasn't used to be nude except by herself in the shower, but that once she got used to seeing us running around naked, she might be inclined to join in."
"Thank God!" I exclaimed. "Don't get me wrong, Emma, I would have stayed dressed for her. I wouldn't have liked it but I would do it. I hope she joins us sooner than later. After being dressed at work, all day, I hate to think about coming home, taking a shower, and then getting dressed again."
"Hey, I hate clothes as much as you do! Why do you think my wardrobe is so thin? I don't need a lot of hot, sticky, clingy clothes. I LOVE being nude here at home. So I will try and get her to do the same as soon as she gets here, okay?"
"Sounds good, Emma. Thanks."
A short month later, we were waiting at Tampa International Airport waiting for my sister-in-law to arrive. To our delight, her plane was 15 minutes early. Hugs and kisses all around. After we stowed away her luggage, she told us about how she took a small plane from Sioux City to Kansas City because they have an International Airport. Then she flew to Houston, endured a 2 hour lay-over and then flew into Tampa. It was about 6 p.m. when we arrived back home. We showed Emily to the guest bedroom, and let her shower. Then we ate dinner.
Not really sure how to ease ourselves into the situation, I wore only my boxers upon coming back home and Emma put on a white, rather see-through t-shirt and panties...nothing else. Emily was wearing a halter-top sundress, which was pretty bold for her.
I figured that to move things along, it would help if I made a pitcher of margaritas. As the three of us drank, we caught up on Emily's life over the past year. She was still living at home while attending a local college. She had broken up with her boyfriend of six months, and needed a change of scenery. All the while, Emma and I were sitting on the couch, close together and Emily was sitting in the recliner opposite us. It was still daylight, but we kept our shades closed for privacy.
"Having never been to Florida before, I see what you mean about the heat and humidity. It really is something," Emily said.
"All true. The pool is still open. Want to cool off?" Emma asked her sister.
"Sure, wouldn't mind a bit."
We got up, went into our bedrooms and put on our swimsuits. Emma wore a two-piece that really accentuated her breasts. I wore briefs. Emily joined us in the living room wearing a one piece, rather modest swimsuit. We entered the cool water of the pool after depositing our towels on an empty chair. About 8 others were in the pool with us, but as time wore on, we had the pool to ourselves. We swam, sat, and talked. The water felt heavenly. I enjoyed playing with Emma's breasts under the water. When we returned to our apt. we went into the bathroom and got out of our wet suits. It should be known that in our home, the bedroom door is never shut and the bathroom door is rarely shut.
As Emily waited her turn at the bathroom to take off her suit, she couldn't help but notice us. Evidently she liked what she saw, for she didn't avert her eyes. Emily's turn to disrobe. She surprised us by not closing the door. Emma and I had decided not to put off our nudist lifestyle any further. After drying off, Emma sat back down on the couch, wearing only her wedding ring. I busied myself with making another batch of margaritas, in the nude. Emily came into the living room with a super thin spaghetti strapped pajama top and micro briefs.
We drank and talked and drank some more. All the while, Emily would let her eyes drift down to my dick and Emma's boobs. When I saw her noticing, I would shift around on the couch so as to spread my legs further and let her see my 7 inch shaft. It wasn't wasted on her. By the next pitcher of drinks, Emily had removed her top and laid it on the floor beside her. One more drink, and she removed her panties. Now, this was more like it! I no longer had to walk on eggshells so as not to expose myself to my sister-in-law. Emma was right about the size of Emily's tits. They were huge and they were perfect. She was looking at my partial erect cock, and I was mesmerized by her bosom. Between Emma and her sister, I was in heaven.
Around midnight, we all retired to our bedrooms, Emma and I screwed like rabbits, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Emma made us all breakfast, and went off to work. I followed suit, which left Emily to her own devices. By 5 p.m. my wife and I were heading home. But as soon as we came home from work, Emma and I showered together, and joined our naked guest in the kitchen. Much to our surprise and delight, Emily had taken it upon herself to make us dinner and it was delicious. When we emerged from the shower, Emily had removed her t-shirt and was as nude as we were.
After eating, for some reason I only found out later, Emma decided to sit on the recliner, leaving the couch to her sister...and me. It was later that night, that Emma confessed calling her sister at home to set me up. Tonight we drank beer, and after a few of them, Emily had scooted over closer to me. As she was talking to Emma, she casually placed her hand on my knee. It was warm and soft, and I never did or said anything to have her remove it.
From time to time, Emily would wink at Emma and she would just smile. Her hand was slowly going up my leg and it was getting the reaction she was hoping for. Her boyfriend had dumped her for someone else, and she wanted confirmation that she was still beautiful and desirable; that she could still turn a guy on.
Her hand went higher and I got harder. I was now openly staring at her huge tits and put one arm around her and fondled her with my right hand. She grabbed my dick and began squeezing it in earnest. My wife just smiled and played unashamedly with the growing wetness between her legs, in full view of Emily and myself. Not knowing how far this was going to go, I started sucking on the nipple nearest me and Emily went crazy.
"Emma, why don't the 3 of us go into your bedroom? You have a king-sized bed so we should all be comfortable."
Nothing more needed to be said. We followed each other down the hallway and onto the bed. Emily arrived first, and lay down on her back in the middle of the bed. That left me and Emma on either side of her. As Emily lay on the bed, her gaping pussy was too much for me to politely refuse. She was our guest, right?
Emma was busy sucking on one of her sisters nipples and playing with the other. I began fingering her clit. She moaned at the pleasure the two of us were giving her. If she had the blues upon arriving in Tampa, they were no where in site, now. I slid down between her legs and began eagerly licking her clit. She was wiggling under my touch. As she got wetter, I used my tongue in-an-out of her love hole like a surrogate penis. The faster I went, her hips began coming up off the bed, until she climaxed like never before.
I lay on top of her, and entered her easily. My beautiful wife continued to play with her sister as I began pumping in and out of my sister-in-law. She began audibly moaning and when she felt me spewing my hot liquid inside her, her orgasm matched mine.
I lay beside her to recuperate. I hadn't had that intense of an orgasm in months. Emma took her turn in the middle of the bed. I started sucking on her ample tits, and shock of the century, Emily began licking on her sister's pussy. Emily proved to have an experienced tongue and soon had Emma cumming with pleasure. With the TLC of Emma's hand, I was hard again. I turned Emma over and had her sit on all fours, and I entered her from behind.
After I had entered her, we found our rhythm and we were both soon cumming like teen-agers. It was now once again approaching midnight and we were all spent. The three of us showered together and was about to go to sleep.
"Em, if you and John wouldn't mind, I would like to sleep with you. Is it okay?"
"Sure, three's company. Let's go," my wife said.
Emily slept in the middle, and I feel asleep with a hand on her breast. With her erect nipple in the middle of my hand, I slept like a baby.
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