Brother, Sister, Husband, Wife Ch. 07

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Author’s Note: This is Part 7 of a story I attempted to write from the point of view of the three main characters, all speaking in the first person. I’m grateful to my editors, Angry Barcode and slutkimmi for their assistance. I believe the story should be read in sequence as it was written.

This is a work of fiction, the events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are over the age of eighteen, at every point depicted in the narrative.

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I’ll be the first to admit that after being married for 10 years, our sex was, well, maybe getting a little stale. Over the past couple of years or so, my husband has been throwing some suggestions out there, nothing totally weird or anything. I mean, nothing I can’t totally handle, and so for the most part I’ve been willing to go with his perverted desires.

When Hubby indicated he liked me to wear sexy outfits, I was more than willing. Some women don’t like dressing up in sexy lingerie for their husbands, they feel it’s demeaning or something, but I never saw it that way. I mean, what’s the big deal with doing it with thigh-high stockings and heels on, or a fishnet bodystocking for that matter? If that’s what trips his trigger, I’m game.

Hubby likes me to dress up sexy, no problem. Hubby likes me to talk dirty when we do it, so I got into the game with him. It excites him when I say things like, “Oooh yeah, honey, lick my clit!” when he’s going down on me, or when we’re just getting warmed up to lovingly whisper in his ear, “Oh, honey, I want to suck your cock!”

Saying things like this seems to help encourage him, urge him on when he’s working toward his orgasm and quite frankly I find it helps me to come, too. When he’s grunting and groaning on top of me and I moan, “Oh baby, I want you to cum, I want to feel your cum,” it has the effect of speeding up the tempo if you know what I mean.

If I’ve already cum and I’m getting tired of waiting for Mister Manly to shoot his wad into me, all I’ve got to do is breathlessly whisper, “Oh honey, I want you to cum in my mouth, I want you to cum all over my tits!” He’ll have it out and is squirting white stuff all over me in seconds flat if I say that for him.

For the record, I don’t actually like the taste of cum, but I’ve learned a thing or two from watching pornos with him; all you have to do is take a squirt or two over the tongue and then let it slobber out. The rest of it splatters all over the lips and chin, and doing this for him makes Hubby feel like Long Don Juan the Porno Stud or something.

So I cater casino siteleri to his most perverted desires; I love him and I found it works for us. Everybody’s got something and this is what we’ve got. But of course a man is never satisfied; if you give him an inch he wants a mile.

Part of our game was for me to dress for him like I’m a total slutty wife. I cheerfully agreed to wear any and all clothing he chooses for me. His general rules are: panties are always optional and need not be worn, the only stockings allowed are thigh-highs and garters — NO pantyhose. If I am wearing thigh-highs & garters, then no panties, and the hems of all my skirts are to be NO lower than six inches above the knee.

I thought I had it all under control, though. I thought I could handle acting all slutty for him, and frankly I found the whole slut-wife thing quite empowering; you know, the whole open-minded modern woman bit, confident in her own sexuality. But we saw how going to the office with no panties worked out, and so on top of being a slut-wife now I’m the boss man’s official office slut, as well.

After the episode that happened at the office over the holidays, my boss called me into his office and told me there were going to be some changes around here for the New Year.

He basically read me the Riot Act. He told me that since I work for him and he pays me AND we’re fucking, that basically makes me nothing more than a whore. From now on, he told me, I am “to do what you are told, when you are told, exactly how you are told,” or he would let everybody at the office know exactly what kind of a worthless gutter slut I am.

There was a silver lining to this cloud, however. He said because he’s willing to pay for what he gets in this world, I’m getting a HEALTHY pay raise, BUT this comes with a price: during office hours I am his and as such I must agree at all times to make my body readily available to him for use.

I am expected to be subservient, submissive and totally obedient. And of course I am expected to cheerfully and willingly perform any and all sexual acts, including anal, when told to. (The anal thing doesn’t phase me; I’ve let Hubby sling it to me ‘back there’ a couple of times, but quite frankly it doesn’t do much for either of us.)

Furthermore, he said, I am never to argue about anything with him ever again. He doesn’t want to hear me complain about anything; cry, sob, whine or pout, sigh, moan, sulk, or otherwise show displeasure or unhappiness.

He said “let me give you an idea of what it’s going to be like from now on,” and he pulled the lapels of my business suit open and undid my blouse. It all canlı casino happened so fast, the way he threw out his conditions, and then the way he pulled my front wide open like that, that I didn’t have time to even think of not cooperating. With a curt nod of his chin he said, “Undo it,” indicating the clasp that held my bra together in front.

My fingers were trembling badly at this point but I finally managed to undo the front clasp on my bra. I pulled my bra open and fully exposed my breasts to him. It was so humiliating to have to take this treatment, to have to stand there with my tits on display like that, yet there was nothing I could do about it; I felt completely unable to resist while he had his way with me.

Then he said “now we’re going to seal the deal,” and he had me get down on my knees and made me give him oral sex. Actually, it was more like he was fucking my mouth; I was definitely on the receiving end in this episode. He cummed all over my exposed breasts, then made me do up my bra and button up my blouse and my suit jacket without cleaning up, so his cum would be on my tits all day long as a reminder of my subservience to him. This was so shameful and degrading, and yet I must admit that the total pervertedness of my new work situation is a turn on for me.

In the middle of all this sexual madness my sister-in-law moved back in. She’s moving back to the hometown after all these years. I like Erica a lot; I love her like she’s my own sister, so I said sure, we’ll put her up while she gets her feet back on the ground.

Erica is incredibly beautiful and I love her a lot, but as far as I’m concerned she’s a VERY dirty girl the way she’s always flashing herself. She wears these low-cut tops, then always has a reason to lean forward, showing a LOT of cleavage spilling over the tops of her lace-edged barely-there bra. She doesn’t seem to think I notice but it’s kind of obvious the way she constantly seems to find reasons to bend over, giving my husband a free show up the short skirts she wears.

At first I thought it was accidental but it definitely isn’t. I mean, she’s practically flirting with her own brother. It’s totally inappropriate and being a man he can’t help but glance over. I know he’s checking her out and everything.

As a result there was this incredible sexual tension going on at our place, but I thought I was on top of everything. I mean, I thought at this point in my life there’s not a lot I couldn’t handle.

A wife always knows when her man is up to something, and it wasn’t even a week after Erica had moved in that I detected a definite change in the vibes going down in the house. kaçak casino

Something was DEFINITELY going on between that pair, but how could I possibly broach the subject? What do you say in a situation like this? It’s one thing to ask your husband if he’s having an affair, but, “Are you and your sister fucking around behind my back?” just isn’t in the script.

For my part it’s like I said: I’m willing to do anything to please my husband. Let me just put it this way; Hubby has no reason whatsoever to complain about ANYTHING in the bedroom department. But how does a wife compete with her own sister-in-law? Especially a sister-in-law that looks like Claudia Schiffer and comes across like a dozen alley cats in heat?

Well, Erica, it turns out, is bisexual, and it didn’t take long before she and I got together in private. No problem there. I am not bisexual and up until that time I never had an experience like that in my life. It’s my understanding this type of behavior is becoming more and more common amongst women these days, and is considered quite acceptable. I was a bit apprehensive at first, of course, but I was willing to try it. I didn’t feel pressured into it or anything; making love to my sister-in-law was totally my choice and I found it quite pleasant and enjoyable.

I honestly think Erica’s seducing me was her way of making me OK with what’s going on between her and her brother. That evening she made a point of putting her arms around me and giving me a fully open-mouthed tongue kiss, right in front of Bill. Then she turned to him and looked him right in the eye, as if to say, This is what we do now. Your wife and your sister are Lesbian lovers now. It’s like she was letting on that I broke taboo with her, so who am I to say anything about their breaking taboo with each other?

Hubby seems to be OK with us going off on this tangent, if that is what I want. And as far as him tagging his beautiful sister, I would rather be aware of who my husband is fucking than having him sneaking around behind my back with some diseased skank. As for the thing going on at the office with the boss, well I kind of got snookered into that. Anyway it’s totally discreet and if we ever get caught what’s he going to say?

I don’t think anyone is getting short changed in the deal. I mean, I’m certainly being well paid for the sex I put out at the office. And anyway Bill’s fucking his own sister so what’s the big deal with me fucking the boss?

I’ll be the first to admit what going on is weird. But it’s something that happened, and so far none of us have mentioned a thing about it. Everyone seems to be handling it all very well, we just don’t go around talking about it. Everyone involved seems to like their particular arrangement quite well, maybe too well. For lack of a better explanation, I just think of it as an unusual set of relationships in a particularly unusual marriage.

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