STORY: Slut Sister-In-Law (MMF, light bond)
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Slut Sister-in-Law.
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My wife is a flirt but compared to her sister, she’s a nun. Carol is a real
raver. She’s in her early thirties, curvy with big boobs and long legs, long
black hair and sexy smile. She’s divorced but did well out of the
settlement having her own house, car and spare cash. So, she treats herself
well. Alison, my wife, loves her dearly but has to act as the big sister to
try and keep her in check. When they went out recently on a hen night,
Alison returned at two in the morning and told me that she’d left Carol
with the two guys that had chatted them both up in a club. When I pressed
her as to whether she’d ‘done’ anything she went coy but I trust her. Carol
on the other hand is a real slut. I heard later that the two guys left the
next
day after having Carol in a threesome, then in the shower, and finally they
were only allowed to leave after both had given her a good spanking ! I
smile when Alison tells me the stories but secretly wish she might take a
leaf out of her sister’s book on occasion.
The incident I’m writing to you about took place when Alison was out of
town for the week on a training course. I stayed late at work one night and
went for a drink after - it was around 8 o’clock. What I saw as I entered
the bar nearly made my eyes pop out. Carol was seated on a high stool at
the bar, she didn’t see me but I definitely saw her ! She was wearing the
shortest and tightest skirt imaginable. Her long legs were in black nylon
with spiky black heels at the end. She had on a low-cut stretch top that
was barely keeping her tits in place. She was well made up and flirting
with two guys at the bar. I watched from a distance as the guys got bolder
and started to touch her legs and arms. Carol smiled and after a short
while they all left. I followed at a discrete distance and watched them get
into a car, Carol and one of the men in the back.
I tailed them down a country lane as dusk fell. The car pulled off the road
into a dirt track and stopped. I hid my car and carefully walked towards
them. I could hear Carol giggling as I got closer. My first glimpse
confirmed everything I though about Carol. She was on all-fours on the
back seat. Both doors were open and she was being fucked from behind
whilst she was sucking-off the other guy as he stood in front of her. I
watched for a while but the guy fucking her couldn’t last and he grunted
as he came, filling her with spunk. From my viewpoint I could see it
running down the back of her thighs. This set off the guy in her mouth
and he doubled over forwards before almost shouting ‘OH Shit...’ and
came in her willing mouth. He pulled away and Carol climbed out of the
car. I pulled back and walked back to the car, expecting them to leave
soon. After a few minutes, I heard raised voices and then Carol arguing
with one of the guys. I got back out of the car, grabbing the tyre lever as
I
did so. I crept back as Carol’s voice became muffled and I heard the car
start. I was about to leap out to defend her as a male voice said, “Don’t
worry love, we’ll be back with some friends later” and the car sped away.
I cautiously and quietly crept around the corner, looking for Carol. I
couldn’t see her so I walked further. Then I spotted her. Carol was tied to
a tree. She was facing it with her arms wrapped around its’ trunk and her
ankles spread open by a branch and then tied also. She was completely
naked. It was all I could do to not laugh out loud. My sister-in-law, slut
of
the nation, being held for sex. The guys would return ‘with friends’. I
smirked to myself at the thought, and also developed an erection at the
combination of the thought and Carol’s lovely body in front of me, spunk
matted to her thighs. “Who’s there ?” she spoke as she heard my steps.
She craned her neck to see but she was too close to the tree to see
properly. I moved quickly to stand close behind her, directly behind her
so that she couldn’t identify me. I considered what to do.
“Please,” she began, “let me free”. I couldn’t speak as she’d recognise
my voice. “Pleeeaassssse” she implored. I said “Mmm, o.k.” in the worst
mock-scottish accent you could imagine. It was all I could do to stop from
laughing. I looked at her for a while longer and couldn’t resist reaching
out and stroking her bum a little. She gasped slightly and then relaxed.
“Please untie me,” she started, “I’ll make it worth your while...”. I
pondered this but couldn’t resist stroking her smooth arse once more and
letting my fingers wander towards the crack. “I’ll let you do whatever you
want” she continued. I smiled to myself again. Keeping up the same
accent I said “You look good like that, it seems a shame not to slip you a
length myself”. “ She giggled and said, “If you let me go, I’ll let you tie
me up again later...when we’re alone and more comfortable”. Alison had
said that Carol had mentioned bondage to her before. “Promise ?” I
quizzed. “I promise” she returned.
I told her to wait and I returned to the car to get a knife and my long
coat.
I carefully removed the branch from between her legs and her weight sank
back onto lovely thighs and calfs. I draped the coat over her shoulders and
quickly skipped around the tree to untie her wrists, being careful not to be
seen just yet. Her arms flopped down and she rubbed her wrists. She
whispered ‘Thanks..’ and walked around the tree. Her face was a picture
when she saw me smirking at her. Her expression changed to that of mock
anger and she raised her fists to bang me on the chest. As she did so, my
coat slid off leaving her naked once more. I held her wrists gently as her
face changed again to one of embarrassment. I spoke “What say we get
out of here before your ‘friends’ return ?”.
We grabbed her clothes and bag and as we drove back I told her about
seeing her in the bar, following them out to the country, watching the
guys come inside of her (she blushed scarlet as I said this) and then
getting suspicious and finally finding her. She fell silent. I told her I
thought of leaving her to the mercy of the returning group (how many I
wondered...). She blushed again.
We drove in silence until we arrived back at her house. She started to
explain how she got lonely etc... but I told her not to bother and what she
got up to was her own affair. She kissed me on the cheek as she left the
car but I threw in at the last minute “So, when do you keep your promise
?”. I gave her a broad smile but she didn’t seem to see the joke. I drove
off and when I got home, pulled out some photos of Carol from the
drawer. I wanked over them.
...oooOOOooo...
Carol phoned the next morning and apologised for everything. I told her
not to bother and I wouldn’t tell Alison. It would be our secret. She
thanked me and invited me over the following night for a meal. I told her
not to bother but she said she owed it to me and Alison had asked her to
keep an eye on me whilst she was away. I laughed at this and I could feel
her smiling in return. We said goodbye.
After work on Wednesday I went home to change and arrived at Carol’s
at around 7.30pm.
There was a small note on the door ‘Paul, let yourself in’. I tried the
handle and the door opened. I walked into the hall and stood waiting for a
sign. Carol’s voice called me upstairs saying ‘Could you give me a hand
please’. I pushed open the bedroom door. Carol was spread-eagled on the
bed. She was dressed in a white bodice, white stockings and heels. Her
tits were pushed out over the top of the bodice. She was face up with her
ankles wide apart. She had cuffs on her ankles and these were tied to
corners of the bedstead. Her left wrist was handcuffed to the bed-head but
her right arm was lying by her side. “Well,” she began, “I can’t do it all
myself” and waved her arm in towards the bed-head.
My cock leapt immediately and I needed no further prompting. I picked
up the spare handcuffs and secured her to the bed. She looked up at me
slyly and just said “A promise is a promise”....
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