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 "Interracial In-Laws"



   My wife, Chastity, has a sister, Bella, several years her junior, who
has always been on the wild side.  My prim and proper wife was usually
aghast at the latest information concerning her little sister's sexual
exploits.  It wasn't that she condemned her, she just didn't understand
her. I, on the other hand was always fascinated, and frequently aroused by
her actions and her appearance.  She looked spectacular in a mini-skirt,
and I loved hearing from my wife what Bella had told her about her latest
lover's big cock.  I secretly hoped in fact that Bella's influence would
corrupt my wife, and when I look back now I can't help but wonder if I've
merely reaped what I had sown.  Many years ago I told my wife that I was
impotent and I simply couldn't get aroused anymore.  She took it very
badly; she felt it was a reflection on her.  I said that we were still
married and that didn't mean she could cheat on me.  She seemed offended by
the mere suspicion.  Even to this day she has always maintained that she
just isn't interested in having sex with another man.  Imagine my surprise,
though, when I found out she had told her little sister all about my
problem and my accusation!  I was completely embarrassed that someone in
her family, particularly someone with so little sense of discretion, was
aware of my peculiar sexual dysfunction.  But Bella told Chastity she
thought she should get some action from a "real man" and actually offered
to let her use her apartment to meet her lovers!  My wife, politely but
chastely, thanked her for her offer but declined her invitation.

   It took me awhile, and I eventually accepted the fact that my wife
intended to keep her wedding vows and remain faithful all her life.  It
even seemed that her sister was settling down.  We had moved away and
didn't see her sister much, but rumor had it that she had met someone she
wanted to marry.  I think it was troubling to the family that Luke was in
his thirties, twice Bella's age.  My wife and I soon became the only family
members that were not against her marrying Luke.  So it didn't surprise us
when Bella and Luke showed up on our doorstep on their "honeymoon" asking
if they could stay with us.  They had eloped we were told, and couldn't
afford a proper honeymoon, but wanted desperately to get away from the rest
of the family for a few days.  We were sworn to secrecy about their
marriage because Luke was black and Chastity's family was pretty racist,
her dad was always complaining about "niggers".  But we were happy to help
them, Bella was her little sister.  It was a happiness that didn't last too
long.  As we got to know Luke it was hard to escape the conclusion that
Chastity's family had been right.  Luke was obnoxious, arrogant, vulgar,
and aggressive.  At 6'5", a good 260 lbs, he reminded me of the school yard
bully who, secretly ashamed of spending year after year in the sixth grade,
realizes that he can use his superior size and strength to punish the other
students for his stupidity.  "Remember when I said you can't see other
men," I told my wife, "that goes double for anyone like Luke!" Prompted by
my remark she told me how Luke had crassly propositioned her before he'd
even spent an hour with us, and had been nearly unrelenting in his pursuit.
"Don't worry," she replied, "I don't think I've ever met a more loathsome
man."

   We probably should have asked them to leave then and there, but we
didn't know how to explain it to Bella.  I think because she knew I'd make
a scene and embarrass her sister if she told me, Chastity didn't mention
that Luke's advances had included attempts at kissing her, fondling her
breasts, and feeling her up.  And since I didn't know the full extent of
what had been happening, we agreed that for Bella's sake we'd let them stay
the week and just try to make the best of it.

   Whether Luke mellowed or we became more tolerant, by the third day of
their stay, we seemed to be getting along well enough for the four of us to
go out dining and dancing.  Both Bella and Chastity wore mini-skirts, and
according to my wife, had mutually agreed to wear crotchless pantyhose
without their panties.  And since Chastity told me, I suspect that Bella
had shared this fact with Luke as well.  It seemed a curious and
provocative choice given the circumstances, but it was terribly arousing to
view our sexy wives together knowing what they weren't wearing, and though
I can't imagine Luke being any less affected, he appeared to be on his
absolute best behavior.

   The evening proceeded along rather innocently.  It wasn't until after
midnight and several drinks that Luke asked my wife to dance.  I danced
with Bella and my cock was stiff the entire time.  All I could think about
was fucking her.  Looking at Luke and Chastity I was surprised to observe
his remarkable restraint, given his actions of the past few days.  He could
have been her brother.

   Not much of a dancer myself, and half wasted, I soon grew tired of
dancing with Bella and managed to suppress my distaste for Luke, allowing
him to monopolize Chastity on the dance floor.  Pretty soon there were guys
coming over to the table to ask Bella to dance (an event to which I
remember thinking that Luke was strangely untroubled) and I found myself
frequently sitting alone.  It gave me plenty of time and opportunity to pay
close attention to Luke and my wife.  With each dance he got a little
bolder and Chastity a little more drunk and little more receptive.  She
apparently got tired of pushing his hands away from her ass, for eventually
I watched her just shrug and rest her head on his shoulder, her arms
wrapped loosely around his neck, while his large hands just held and
kneaded her big butt.  Though I was greatly disgusted with her casual
acquiescence to Luke's pawing, I was also more than a little aroused and
made allowance for her inebriated condition.  When we got back to the house
we went to our room and Luke and Bella went to theirs.  I know Luke was
"climbing the walls" horny, but Bella was so drunk we had to carry her into
the bedroom.  Chastity and I didn't even bother going to bed.  I sat her on
the bathroom sink and pushed her skirt up, eating her pussy through her
crotchless hose.  When I couldn't stand it any longer I just stood between
her legs and fucked her right on the sink, still clothed, her red spike
heels digging into my ass.  Chastity went into the kitchen afterwards to
get something to drink and I stayed in the bedroom and watched a late movie
on TV while I waited for her.  I guess I dozed off for a couple of minutes
and when I came around and she still wasn't back, I went looking for her.

   Heading downstairs to the kitchen I was arrested by a jumble of movement
in the living room below me.  I stopped cold at the top of the stairs
trying to understand the scene in front of me.  There was enough light
drifting into the living room from the kitchen to make out my 5'4", 125
pound, wife on the sofa, struggling to get away from Luke, who was on top
of her and trying to kiss her!

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