Everyone called them “Brothers-in-law”, but Matt and Barry were married to sisters. They weren’t related, their wives were.
Funny thing was, with flaming red hair, builds that were similar and even like jobs – both were mechanics, although Matt was a motorcycle mechanic – they seemed like brothers.
The guys met every night for a beer after work, they only worked an few blocks away from each other. They’d become best buds after their marriages, sharing dirty jokes and even talking about their sex lives. They were married to very, very different women.
Barry had met the sensual, exotic, curvy Aleya while he was fixing her car. One look in those deep, dark brown eyes of hers and he was a goner. He summoned up all his courage and asked her out, figuring this goddess would look down her nose at him.
To his surprise, she accepted readily. There was a warmth to Aleya that he hadn’t found in any other woman. She made him feel good about himself, she encouraged Barry to improve himself all the time, even supporting him in his bid to buy half the automotive repair business.
He was intimidated by Aleya a lot of the time. She was a College graduate, she had a great job at the local TV station, and she was so, so beautiful. He felt nervous around her, it was Aleya who made the first move. She had him at the apartment she shared with her sister, who was out for the evening. After dinner, he was sitting on the couch and she came up behind him, massaging his shoulders.
He looked up into her dancing brown eyes and said “Wow baby, that feels good.”
She smiled at him and said “I know something that will feel even better.”
She came around to the front of the couch and smiled at him. Dressed in a long, black, sparkling dress, hair up, she almost took his breath away. His heart was thumping, Aleya made him very happy. She took his hand and led him into the bedroom.
She undressed slowly, in front of Barry, teasing by looking back over her shoulder and smiling at him, flirtily. She lay back on the bed, which she had covered with Rose Petals, her one arm behind her head, the other one extended. Teasingly, she’d covered her nipples and pussy with the petals, the rest of his beautiful girlfriend was deliciously, delectably bare.
He took her in his arms, kissed her softly and lay her back on the bed. Barry used every trick he could remember. He kissed Aleya softly from head to toe, massaging her feet, paying attention to her neck, her breasts. He palmed them gently and rubbed softly, he nuzzled his way between them.
“You’re so beautiful” he murmured. He looked over at her brown eyes, Aleya was wrapping her soft, full lips around his cock and began sucking him off.
He’d never felt anything so exquisite in his life, her mouth was as soft as the Rose Petals. She was a marvel, her long brown hair cascading behind her as her head bobbed up and down on his shaft, taking in all of him. Barry had to concentrate hard on not cumming and ruining their evening.
He took Aleya in his arms again and kissed her from head to toe again, her brown eyes full of desire. He readied her to receive his cock, not knowing her “status”, he spread her legs gently and slid his cock into her. Her long, slender legs wrapped around his waist, her pussy was tight, gripping his cock like a vise. Aleya was no virgin, but she was the most sensual lover he’d ever known.
Barry moved in and out of her cunt, gently, loving, tenderly. He continued to make love to Aleya, rhythmically moving in and out of her soft, brunette pussy, her soft sighs of pleasure encouraging him to move a little faster, a little harder. Aleya’s beautiful brown eyes were closed tight as he made love to her, she was moving back slowly, taking all of his cock deep within her, her little baby fists pounding on his back, asking him for more of his cock.
Aleya took Barry’s cock within her, he felt right, his care for her well-being endeared him to her. He was treating her with respect, he was taking his time to make sure she enjoyed every second of their lovemaking. He wasn’t like some of the boys she’d fucked in High School, not savage or rutting, but as he fucked her, he looked at her with affectionate eyes.
Barry moved in and out of her, she opened her eyes from time to time and saw they’d been making love for well over an hour. Having him inside of her body felt so good, so right, but she yearned to cum, to lose herself in his arms and experience the ultimate pleasure.
She dug her nails into his back as he continued to move within her. “Please, oh please Barry, cum with me, oh please!” she whimpered.
Those words and her nails prodded him into orgasm, she opened her eyes and looked at him, her lover, smiling softly. He pulled out and came all over her tits and belly.
They spent as much time together as they could, and when he finally proposed, Aleya wondered what had taken him so long.
In contrast, Matt’s meeting with Angel couldn’t have been more different. She’d been hanging out with a biker crowd, a bunch that he’d fixed motorcycles for, but didn’t much like. The guys were jerks and Angel’s boyfriend, Jack should have been named “Jerk.”
Jack was the kind he didn’t like in High School, the loudmouth jock who got the hot girl because he was a “bad boy” with muscles. Angel was so hot, Matt liked her from the minute he laid eyes on her. In a short black leather skirt, black halter and leather jacket, boots that came up to her knees, and those deep, rich brown eyes, she was the wildest, sexiest thing he’d ever seen. She only had eyes for “Jerk” though, until that day.
They had roared into the cycle shop, Jack’s bike had been giving him some trouble, so he got Matt to take a look at it. He needed new plugs, which Matt installed, then he asked Jack for the money. He turned to Angel and said “Pay the man, bitch.”
Angel looked at him, her brown eyes widened and said “Excuse me?”
“I didn’t bring no money, so pay the man. Aw, you know I’m good for it.”
Angel’s face tightened up, she was livid. “You’re fucking good for it? Since when, asshole? You owe me six-fucking-hundred already, you selfish dick. What did you do, spend it all on beer for your loser friends again?”
Jack reached out, as if to strike Angel, when Matt caught his arm. “Not here – not ever, dickwad! Now, can you pay?”
Matt’s “I put up with no shit” look cowed Jack on the spot. He shook his head.
“Okay then. Well, for now – the bike and the lady – are staying here. When you get me the money, you get the bike back. As for the lady, I don’t think she is going with you any time soon, capeesh?”
Jack slunk off and Angel turned to Matt and yelled “Hey, you didn’t need to do that! I am perfectly capable of taking care …”
“You’re welcome.”
“What?”
“I said, you’re welcome. You are NOT taking care of yourself if you hang around with that loser and his friends. I do business with them, but I don’t have to like them. He’s bigger than you, he would have hurt you.”
Angel looked up at him, eyes a little bleary with tears. She tried a brave smile. “You’re right. My sister’s always telling me the same thing, I guess I like the wild men. I’m sorry and thank you.”
He looked over at her. Today, Angel was sexy as hell, in tight black jeans, a white, nearly-sheer top that only covered her top. Her midriff was bare and she was wearing spiky heels. Her hair was long and loose, down nearly to her ass – which he couldn’t stop looking at.
“I do have a nice ass, don’t I?”
He blushed a little, she’d caught him looking. “Yeah, you do.”
“Let me take you out for a beer later and you might get to see more of it.”
It was nearly closing time, so he took her up on her offer. As he expected, when they talked, she was smart, very intelligent. He found out about her sister, her sense of humor made him laugh. She could be very bawdy, sometimes even outrageous, but he found that sexy.
Angel had no pretensions. She was who she was. When she asked him to take her home, he was taken aback until she made her intentions clear. “YOUR home, dummy.”
Matt was nervous around her, he didn’t know why. When he watched her strip in his bedroom, he figured it out.
Underneath her sometimes-trashy clothes, she was beautiful. Her hair was so long, thick and dark. Her eyes seemed to draw him in, soulful and loving. Her breasts were round, big, a handful he longed to play with. There was a slight coppery tint to her skin – it reminded him of Butterscotch – and she did have that great ass and those great legs. She stood before him, proud and wild and free.
She walked over to Matt, she took HIM in HER arms and she pressed her fat tits to his body, kissing him hard, nearly knocking the wind out of him. She stood nearly as tall as he in her heels, but he was looking deep into her eyes, lost in her wanton sexuality. She was rubbing her naked body all over him, unbuttoning his shirt, she was running talented fingers all over his chest, playing with him, teasing him in ways he’d never known before.
She was beguiling, a creature of passion. Angel kneeled down before him and unzipped his jeans, fishing his cock out. He was glad he’d gone without his boxers today, as Angel took his cock in her mouth, she was like nothing he’d ever known before. Her love for cock was evident in the way she was blowing him, noisily, fisting his dick as she sucked on it, slurping and laving it with a talented tongue.
“Am I a good cocksucker, baby?” she purred, enjoying this new stud. “I bet I am the best you’ve ever, had, right?”
Matt nodded. No question about that, this woman liked her sex and liked being trashy. Okay, fine with him.
“Fuck yeah, you’re a great cocksucker, bitch! I’ll bet you’re a great fuck too, and I’m gonna find out. Lemme taste that hot snatch of yours!”
The busty brunette squealed and got on the bed, body already gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat. She spread her legs lewdly and stroked her thick, dark bush. “Come on baby, time to go muff-diving!” she mewled.
He dove right into her and became intoxicated on her scent. She smelled good, slightly musky, but like a woman. She tasted wonderful, he gorged himself on Angel’s cunt juice, devouring her. He wasn’t gentile about it, he ate her out like his life depended on it, feeling her nails claw his back as he ate her slit. She was pink and tight, he slipped a finger in her while he ate her and Matt felt like he was being gripped by a vise.
“Man, you’re one tight little bitch!” Matt growled as he continued to eat her.
“Just wait until you get your cock in there, you big-dicked bastard!” Angel hissed as he ate her out. He was great, better than Jack had ever been, he was accommodating her needs, he kept looking into her eyes, seeing if he was turning her on. Jack only occasionally sucked muff, Matt seemed to love it. She couldn’t wait to fuck him, have his big fucking cock screwing the shit out of her!
Angel was panting, her chest heaving, he loved seeing those big, soft tits of hers jiggle as he licked her. “How do you want it, baby?” he asked, still breathing heavily.
“You’re gonna fuck me from behind lover, give it to me hard, make me feel it!” she yelled as she moved around in position. She wiggled her ass at Matt and turned around, licking her lips lewdly. “Come on stud, make me feel that big dick all the way inside!”
Matt grabbed a condom from his wallet, put it on and slid his cock into her wet, dripping, horny cunt. He loved feeling her wrapped tight around his prick, she was taking all of him. He kept fucking her, hard, no gentleness. She was amazing, she rolled her ass back at him, her voice screaming, crying out to be fucked, fucked harder, fucked like the hot slut she was.
A voice in Matt’s head said she was HIS slut, but he didn’t want to get ahead of himself. He was going to fuck her again, he HAD to, she was in his system, but didn’t want to rush it. He sure as hell didn’t want any little bastards running around, and he also didn’t know if the creep she’d fucked before him was clean, so he played it safe.
Angel was amazing, the best, wildest fuck he’d ever known. She’d tighten her cuntal muscles around his meat, then loose them, he didn’t know what other tricks she had in her arsenal, but he sure as hell intended to find out.
Their bodies sure as hell fit together, her curvy, butterscotch-skinned beauty turned him on like nothing he’d ever known before. His dick felt at home inside her, she looked so hot while being fucked, her tits jiggled and he squeezed both of them as he screwed her. “Feels good, you beautiful bastard!” Angel yelled. This Angel was no Angel, but man, she was a great lay!
“Shittt, I’m gonna cum!!” Matt yelled, then Angel did something truly nasty and kinky. She pulled his cock out of her pussy, yanked the condom off and sucked his dick until he shot his load into her sucking mouth.
Fuck, this girl was nasty! It excited him and she knew it, from the lurid grin on her face. “Next time stud, I’ll get you to put that big dick up my ass! I love being buggered!”
He and Angel became inseparable after that – Jack came back for his bike a few days later and threatened Matt, so Matt kicked the crap out of him. For a while, Matt feared retaliation from some of Jack’s friends, but Angel told him – while they were fucking – that his buds were like Jack in bed, “all talk and no action.”
Matt and Angel eloped to Vegas a week later.
The sisters met up at Starbucks, each having a coffee, milk and sugar. Neither of them liked the fancy-schmancy, Latte Crappacino stuff.
“So, how are things going these days Angel hon?” Aleya asked.
Angel sighed. “I’m tired baby, so tired. You?”
Aleya smiled. “The same. What’s wrong baby?”
The girls had been confidantes since childhood, their parents weren’t around as much as needed, so the girls turned to each other. Angel looked at her sister and sighed.
“Als, you know I like my sex wild and crazy. But once in a while, I wish Matty would slow down. Romance me. I’m still a woman, I like a change, I like to be hugged and cuddled.”
Aleya sipped her coffee slowly, not wanting to burn her tongue. “Huh, that’s funny. Barry is just the opposite. Once in a while, I don’t want him to make love to me, I want it hard, fast, kinky! I want to get fucked!”
The girls took their coffee and began walking towards Angel’s apartment. Angel looked over at her sister and asked “So, have you told Barry that you lost your job at the TV station?”
Aleya looked at her sister, her eyes going even darker than normal. “No, and for now, I am not going to tell him. He’d want to know where the money is coming from!”
Angel laughed and hugged her sister as they walked into the apartment. “Matty just likes that I bring in nearly as much as he does. He thinks I’m in phone sales!”
“Well, you kinda are.”
Shortly after losing her job at the TV station due to downsizing, Angel had come to her sister and offered her help. “You know I make good money Sis, if you’re interested, I can get you a job with my company. Thing is – the job’s kinda – outrageous!”
Aleya wasn’t at all surprised, she knew nothing her sister did could shock her. “Okay, you nut, what is it?”
Angel looked almost embarrassed for a moment, then muttered something that Aleya didn’t quite catch. “What?”
“Phone Sex! I do Phone Sex.”
It threw Aleya for a loop, but only just for a moment. If it was sexual, Als would likely try it. She bet it enriched her sister’s love-life quite a bit too.
They talked about it for an hour, Aleya listened to all the details her sister provided and mulled it over. The prospect of some horny fun didn’t turn her off, that much was sure, and the money would average out to even MORE than she’d made before – so she told Angel she’d give it a shot.
Two months later, she was still at it, loving it. Her customers called her at the special number she and Angel had set up, she made 75% of whatever the customers spent. She had one couple that called her every other day and they had “threesomes” over the phone. She had never been with another woman, but every time Bethany and Tony called, she tried to picture herself being eaten out by pretty redheaded Bethany while Tony fucked her doggy-style. She got horny and wet each time and Angel teased her unmercifully about it.
She’d really gotten into it, with Angel’s encouragement. The last month, she’d begun wearing sexy outfits while talking on the phone, allowing a more wanton Aleya to emerge. She and Aleya would get to the apartment around 11 AM, change into something sexy and work until 4 or 5, depending on how busy they were. Then they’d turn off the “Special” phone lines, disconnect them from the wall and go back to their business.
In the last month, a more sexually aware Aleya had emerged. Last week, she’d taken another turn on the pathway of her life.
A customer had called, wanting two girls to make it while he listened. She asked the customer to call back in 5, turned to her sister and said “Now what?”
Angel’s heart was racing as she turned to her sister. She was trying to remain calm, but it wasn’t easy. “Well Als, that’s up to you.”
“I don’t follow you.”
“Well Als, there are two of us here!”
Aleya was shocked. “Angel, I’m you’re sister. That’s ….”
“Incest. So what? Hon, we’ve done `Daddy & Daughter’ calls before. I’m a girl, you can’t get preggers. And hon – quite frankly – every time I watch you and listen to you with customers, I get fucking horny. Matty gets some of the best fucking when I’ve been listening to you.”
Aleya was shocked, yet there was a small trickle between her legs. She was intrigued, she had never made it with a girl, although she knew her sister had experience in that area. Angel was beautiful though, if she were going to have sex with a girl, Aleya couldn’t find a more beautiful partner.
She made up her mind. “Okay – I’ll do it, if you’ll help guide me. So, do we charge double?”
Angel giggled. “Actually sexy, it’s double-and-a-half. We get to have fun and make good bucks doing it.”
The customer called back and Aleya and Angel talked to him for nearly an hour. Aleya let Angel take her first, then guide her through the motions of woman-to-woman loving. She adored it, the sweet tang of her sister’s pussy on her tongue, the first taste of kink she’d ever experienced. She became hot for Angel, wanting to do it on a daily basis. Her sister was only too happy to indulge her lusts, to let Aleya slake her thirsts for another woman on her own body.
The girls were enjoying their new role as lovers. Today, Aleya had worn a sexy black satin bustier, lacy black panties and silk stockings. She’d done her hair and bought a new pair of stilettos, finding out Angel really liked her legs.
Angel was playing “Beach Bunny” for her sibling, wearing only the skimpiest of bikinis, a bright yellow. Within a few seconds of being in the room, the girls had been in each other’s arms.
“Wanna take the day off?” Aleya said with a sly grin as she fondled one of her sister’s big globes. She moved the bra aside and began sucking a big, dark nipple.
“Oh, you fucking bitch, you know I love it when you do that!” Angel sighed. “No baby, we have to work – but how many girls have jobs as much fun as ours?” She slipped her fingers into her sister’s mouth, letting Aleya suck on them lustily.
“Not too many!” Aleya said, as she cuddled her sister close. They set up their phone lines and got into their chairs, stealing little kisses and nibbles while they got ready. Both girls were constantly horny now, neither of their husbands suspected the reason. They were less restrained in their love play too, even sneaking a little kiss in public from time to time.
“I wish we could let the boys see how much fun we have!” Aleya said as she moved close to her sister. Both girls liked to listen in on each other’s calls if they had the chance.
“Yeah, but I know Barry and Matt would freak if they knew their wives talked dirty to other men – or girls.” Both of the sisters had a substantial amount of female callers, due to their playful nature and sexy voices.
“I wish our men would lighten up a little!” Aleya said, a faint trace of annoyance creeping into her voice. “I don’t plan on giving up our – games – for anything, and it’ll always be our little `Sister Secret’, but dammit, I want my husband to fuck me once in a while!”
Her slightly-naughtier sister took her hand and squeezed it. “I have an idea Als, but I need you to go along with me ALL the way if it’s gonna work. Are you up for it?”
Aleya leaned in to her sister and kissed her, softly and looked into her sibling’s dark eyes, knowing whatever naughtiness Angel planned, it would be wonderful for them both. “Have I ever refused my beautiful sister?”
Angel barely had time to outline her scheme before the phones started ringing.
Matt came home from a particularly hard day at the shop. He’d showered just before he left, not liking to come home dirty. All he wanted now was a beer, a meal, some TV and a little fucking with his wildcat of a wife.
He was going to get some of those things, just not in that particular order.
“Angel hon, where are you? You home?” he yelled out.
“No, she’s not.”
Matt turned and saw his sister-in-law standing in the doorway to his bedroom. This wasn’t any Aleya he’d ever seen before though. She was in a black micro-mini that left little to the imagination. She was wearing Angel’s sheer black blouse and trashy stilettos. She’d made herself up much more than normal, looking wilder, raunchier than he knew her to be.
“Okayyy, just what the hell is going on around here?” Matt wanted to know as he walked towards Aleya. She put out her arm and stopped him.
“You men – you and my sometimes idiot husband – have not realized that you have two very sensual, two very wild, two complicated women on your hands. My man likes to make love to me soft and slow and gentle. You like to take a woman, fuck her brains out and have a whore in the bedroom.”
Matt’s mind was being blown, this definitely wasn’t the Aleya he knew from family functions.
“So tonight, Mr. Macho, if you can handle this, you are going to fuck MY brains out and my husband is going to make love to YOUR wife. But it goes no further if you don’t agree. Deal?”
Matt had admired his sister-in-law’s good looks numerous times, he always wondered what she’d be like in bed. And neither he nor Angel were saints, he figured — oh, what the hell?
“Deal. But what if Barry doesn’t go for it?”
“My husband may be a little less – raw then you lover, but he’s no idiot. My sister’s drop-dead amazing and if he can’t see that, I truly am married to an ass. Now, get over here and fuck me, make me your bitch for the night!”
He walked over to Aleya, looked into her dark brown eyes, her lips slightly fuller than Angel’s, her body slightly rounder. She was tinier in stature, but she was desirable, no doubt about it. “So, you wanna be my bitch, baby?” He leaned in and kissed her, hard.
She gripped him to her, her hands holding the back of his head as she pressed his face to hers. She could barely breathe and she took in his scent, manly, smelling slightly of soap. His face was scratchy and he was already pawing at her tits, playing with them roughly, fondling her body and igniting her desires.
His tongue was in her mouth, he was kissing her, her senses reeled, she yelled out “Oh yeah Matty, gonna be your bitch, your whore, gonna have you fuck me and fuck me like a slut!”
Aleya broke the kiss and yanked him forward, sending Matt tumbling to the bed. She wasn’t patient, she ached for a hard cock, a great fucking, she tore off the work shirt he was wearing, she savagely yanked his pants from his body. He wore his boxers and she freed his cock from their confines and looked at it.
My, oh my, isn’t my sister a lucky girl? Aleya thought as she lowered her mouth to the already-pulsating shaft. She took it in one gulp, she and Angel had compared techniques one quiet afternoon, and she learned her sis loved giving blowjobs. She sucked and slurped at Matt’s cock, noisily, inhaling it and licking every vein and cupping his big balls as she sucked.
“Fucking hell woman, keep that up and I’ll come right now!”
She looked up at him, her face lewd and nasty “Oh no stud, I have other plans for that yummy jizz. But right now, I want you to eat some cunt!”
Aleya was more turned on than she had been in some time, her own lewdness was getting to her. She let Matt yank the micro-mini down and off, leaving her pussy bare and exposed. She’d let Angel shave her bald [ and they had a lot of fun after, she remembered with affection ] and hoped it would turn Matt on.
Matt enjoyed his lover’s bald cunt and buried his face in it. He was far more savage than any lover she’d known and she found it immensely arousing. As he ate her out, she knew that once his cock was buried deep in her snatch, she’d be creaming all over his big dick.
What Matt lacked in skill and precision, he made up for in power and animal passion. His big cock was going to feel so good and his licking was almost primal. She was cumming already, his eating her was so – NASTY!
“Okay stud, time to try out that hard cock of yours. You need to fuck me baby, and fuck me like a bitch in heat, because that’s what I am!” There was a deadly, take-no-prisoners glint in her eye that let Matt know Aleya meant business.
She wiggled her – hell, she really did have a great ass, Matt thought – ass at him and he decided to oblige her. “Take it ALL off, okay?” he instructed as she removed th blouse. She was about to remove the stilettos, but Matt stopped her. “Nah – I like the heels, they stay, okay slut?”
Aleya was pleased that Matt was getting into this and nodded back as she faced the headboard. She heard a slight grunt from Matt, felt her pussy walls open and he was in her.
FUCK!, he was so big, so hard and FUCK!, this felt so good and his dick, screwing her and pounding her and FUCK!, Aleya wanted this kind of punishment to go on all night.
Matt was really putting it to her, giving her all the cock she could ever want, she felt him hit bottom in her tight, wet pussy, she felt his cock expand as she took all his manhood. “Yeah, yeah, YEAH, keep fucking me, you hard-cocked bastard, that’s it, make me FEEL it!” she yelled as he continued drilling her.
Matt was having the time of his life. She was slightly tighter than Angel, she was even louder, there were slight differences in the way they moved that turned him on. He’d never forget this night, fucking his sister-in-law like a horny slut, and he knew she was loving it!
“You like it, baby? You like getting all this good, hard dick, don’t you, slut? Want more of my good, hard, fuckin’ cock, don’t you?”
“Yes, oh yeah, such a good cock, such a good hard cock, fucking my slutty cunt! Give it to me, give my cunt a good fucking!” Inwardly, Aleya was grateful for all the practice she’d had with her Phone Sex job, she could tell her whorish attitude was really turning Matt on.
He was pounding her pussy with short, jabbing strokes, his hands on her hips, she could feel every slap of his body against hers. “Good baby, fuck my slutty cunt, that’s it, fuck your little whore, fuck me good!” Aleya yelled. An added turn-on, he was fucking her bareback, Barry had decided they weren’t ready for kids yet. Consequences were the furthest thing from Aleya’s mind, all her slutty body wanted was fucking, wild, savage fucking!
She felt a few more jabs, then a slight spasm. “No baby, don’t cum in my pussy!” she yelled, pulling away from him. She grabbed his thick cock in her tiny hand and put it deep in her mouth. That was all it took, Matt flooded her mouth with his creamy jizz, something Barry would never have considered. The kinkiness of it all got to Aleya and her pussy overflowed with her own climax.
As they huffed and puffed – “You’re not getting off that easily, baby!” she told him – Aleya wondered how Angel had fared with Barry?
Barry came home after a very long day. He and the accountants had been going over the books, cash was going to be tight for a while longer. He was pleased that he and Aleya had decided to wait a while longer for kids, they could barely afford to keep a cat.
All Barry wanted is a nice, relaxing evening. He thought perhaps he’d take Aleya to that steakhouse they liked, have a few drinks and then, he’d share a nice bath with his lovely wife. Yeah, that sounded nice.
He walked into their home, all the lights were low and soft music was playing in the background, Luther Vandross, he realized.
“Aleya, honey?”
“No.”
He turned around at the sound of the voice. Reclining on the plush leather sofa was Angel, his sister-in-law. This was not the Angel he was used to, however.
This Angel was sensual, lovely and alluring. She’d changed her hair somewhat, it fell in a loose wave, slightly covering one eye. She wore a little less makeup, less the vamp, more the seductress. She was wearing a long, scarlet satin peignoir, slit up one side and showing a nice expanse of leg. Her voice was softer and she smelled wonderful.
“Umm …. hi Angel. What are you doing here?” Barry asked, somehow, her presence was making him jittery.
She poured him a Martini from a silver flask and then, one for herself. Clinking her glass to his, Angel said “I’m here to seduce you, brother-in-law.”
Barry nearly choked on his drink. “I don’t think I heard you right.”
Angel smiled and took another sip of her Martini. “You heard me fine, lover. My husband, as great a fuck as he is, isn’t much in the `making love’ department. You baby, are sometimes too gentle. So Als and I are playing a little switcheroo. I am going to make love with you, Aleya is going to get fucked – but good – by my husband.”
Barry’s eyes went wide in shock and amazement. This was the craziest thing he’d ever heard. “And what happens if I DON’T go along with this crazy little scheme?”
She sipped another little bit and said “I’d call Als and tell her no, but if I know my hubby and my sister, it might be too late. Come on darling – you can’t look at me and tell me I’m not desirable.”
Barry looked at her again, with new eyes. No, he couldn’t say that. Angel was lovely, he felt a slight tingle in his crotch. He could have her, explore her lush curves, feel those long legs wrapped around him – all with Aleya’s blessing? Barry was no fool, he decided he’d go for it.
“So, just what do I have to do to start this evening off?”
“Come over here and give us a kiss.”
He did just that. Her lips were soft against his, barely a whisper. He sought more, but she pulled away with a soft giggle.
“There will be more of that later. Come on lover, let’s have dinner.”
She led Barry to the dining room where she’d prepared a nice meal. They ate over candlelight, flirted a little bit and Barry was surprised to find out how savvy she truly was. He’d severely underestimated her intellect.
After dinner, she took him into the living room, they cuddled a bit on the couch and watched some TV. Neither of them were very interested, so she took the remote and switched it off. Angel picked up the other remote and turned the music back on.
“Dance with me?” she asked Barry, holding out her hand.
She moved easily into his arms and was surprised at how well her somewhat-stuffy brother-in-law moved. He smelled of a nice cologne and he held her gently, as something to treasure.
Angel felt nice in his arms, Barry realized. A bit taller than Aleya, she was a little more sultry, earthy. Her butterscotch skin was sexy, he loved her big, brown eyes and the wavy, long hair. The satin felt good against him. He yielded to temptation and kissed her again. Angel fell into the kiss, letting her soft tongue glide against his lips.
“I think it’s time, loverman!” she smiled, leading him into the bathroom. She lit a few strategically-placed candles, poured bath beads into the tub and shrugged the peignoir off, down to the floor. Naked, she was truly lovely and he knew she was his for the night. She slid into the tub and watched Barry undress, liking his body, the differences from Matt’s. He was leaner, but handsome in a more-youthful manner. She extended her hand and he stepped into the tub to join her.
They kissed again, Angel loving the softness of it, the unhurried pleasure. He reached out and pulled her to him, she was sitting on his lap and legs and he began to wash her body. Barry’s hands were playing with her breasts, fondling them gently, as if they were precious to him. His caresses were knowing, yet gentle. His lips were on her neck as he moved his hands down her body, his fingers seeking her quim, which ached to be touched.
Barry’s fingers stroked her soft pussy, Angel let out little gasps of pleasure. His fingers stroked, not fucked, her pussy. All the while, he kept kissing her, paying loving homage to her body. He was giving her the thrills, seeking little in return, content in her pleasure.
She began to move her hips, ever-so-slightly, feeling Barry harden underneath her, she toyed with his cock and felt it jerk at her touch. Slender digits stroked his flesh as Barry continued to toy with her body.
“Lord, this feels wonderful!” Angel sighed as Barry kept stroking her soft body.
“Glad to hear it, but we’re getting a little wrinkled!” Barry said, winking at her. She laughed and stood up, climbed out, Barry following her.
Angel began to reach for a fluffy towel with which to dry herself, but Barry said to her “Please, let me.” He enveloped her in his arms and the towel and patted her dry, caressing every inch of her body softly, rubbing so slowly. It was an exquisite torture.
Angel returned the favor to Barry, rubbing him all over, squeezing his manhood a few times. She saw it harden and couldn’t wait to feel it inside her pussy, making her feel wanted, needed and desired.
She led him into the bedroom and slipped away for a brief moment, coming back from the guest bedroom, where she’d donned a sexy mauve teddy. It clung to her every curve, Angel felt pretty and very feminine. Putting a finger to her lips, she looked over at Barry and said “Well?”
His arms outstretched, he enfolded her in a strong embrace and kissed her. “You look lovely.”
Barry was a good kisser, Angel discovered. His lips were soft, seeking, yet firm. His tongue moved along her lips, her flesh. Her nipples were hard and she felt Barry reach under the teddy and caress her breasts, playing with them, hefting them, his hands worked up and down her body. She ached to feel him inside of her pussy, to feel this kind, gentle man make love to her, to have him take her as a lover.
He looked at her and saw the warmth in her beautiful Bambi-eyes. Angel nodded and he moved between her legs. Barry slid the lace panties down her sleek, toned legs and kissed along them as he did so. Her pussy was wet with desire and he zeroed in on it, tasting of her flesh, licking her clit. She was biting her lip now, clenching the pillow on the bed, trying to ignore the urge to cum that was building within her.
“Let me taste you Barry. Let me have you in my mouth. May I do that?” Angel felt odd asking, but she was not sure what his limits were. He nodded and went to get a condom, but she stopped him.
“I want to taste you Barry – ALL of you – no barriers. I’m on the pill, so let’s just make it a magical evening, all right?” He nodded and reclined on the bed.
Angel’s mouth on his shaft nearly sent him to the moon. Her lips were magical on his skin, the sensation of her sucking nearly had him cumming, yet he held on. She was a beautiful, sensual creature and he longed to be inside of her.
Their love play was sweet and tender, but the moment came. He moved between her thighs, looked down at the smiling Angel and spread her legs. Her pussy lips parted and then his manhood was deep inside of her.
She moved in rhythm with her new lover, her feet were on his shoulders as he first took his pleasure with her. She returned it with equal pleasure, squeezing her pussy tight around his shaft, rippling it so she could milk him. Wave after wave of happiness came over Angel, soon she had her legs locked firmly around his back as Barry made love to her. It was slow, he was on top of her, she felt his weight and her hands raked all over his body as she whimpered with delight.
Barry’s orgasm followed her own and he collapsed beside her, kissing Angel all over. He cuddled her close, playing with her, stroking her hair. Neither partner had any regrets and both knew they had more delights awaiting them this night.
Angel got up from the bed, wrapped herself in a robe. Barry looked up at her with a smile and said “Where are you going?”
She looked over at him and returned his smile. “I’m hungry. I brought a chocolate cake for dessert. Interested?”
Two days later, the girls were in Angel’s big bed. Aleya was taking Angel’s big dildo deep inside of her, she rode it as her sexy sister caressed her beautiful tits. They had another hour or so before work, both girls had been so horny, they practically tore each other’s clothes off. Insatiable for each other’s pussies, they made love with a fierce passion neither had ever known before.
There were subtle changes in both women now. Aleya fucked holy hell out of Angel this time, drilling her sister from behind with their favorite strap-on. Angel took her sister slowly, gently, licking her teasingly until Aleya practically begged to be fucked. Both women changed styles and moves as it suited them.
When Aleya screamed out her orgasm, she fell onto the bed, her sister close beside her. She nibbled Angel’s ears and asked “So, how are things at home? Any changes?”
Angel grinned. “Yes. My husband seems to have clued in that I am not just a fuck-toy. He’s slowing down a little, he seems to appreciate me more. You?”
Aleya grinned. “MY husband is learning that I CAN be a fuck-toy. He screwed the shit out of me last night, he even talked about fucking me in the ass.” Aleya giggled, loving her new lewdness.
The girls moved together, Aleya laying on top of her sister. Breast to breast, pussy to pussy, they rubbed each other slowly, taking time to luxuriate in their lesbian games. Their kisses were filled with love and desire, the sisters knowing they were forever linked by an unbreakable chain of love and desire for one another.
“I don’t think we should tell the boys though” Aleya giggled as her sister sucked on a hardening nipple.
“Me either” Angel sighed. “Besides, it’s very nice to have a secret to share with my sexy sister.”
Aleya nodded. “Angel, I could not agree with you more.”
